Women are sex objects, and they should be treated as such.
Agree?

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

I live in a city, which is a big university center in eastern Europe. Now, to explain, these get filled, every year, with many, many gorgeous girls from the countryside, who are free to live their lives how they want them, for the first time in their lives. If you add the patriarchal upbringing in the areas they came from, you got a bingo on your hands.

I used to take full advantage of this,l when I was younger. Those girls were so hungry of life, yet, mostly, not so experienced, and they tried to hide their inexperience, by showing to the world (and men from the city), that they are not these prude peasants from the mountains, villages and sleeping small towns.

Well, time passes, I get married, divorced, and before you know it, I am over 40. No way for me to get back into that scene, because I am too old - I cant just show up on a freshman party, like I used to, 20 years ago.

Now, there is a small caffe in the same street as my office. It is in the old part of town, tourist part of town, and this place is a bit hipsterish, but it is close to my work, so I drink coffee there, almost every day. And, there is this petite, brunette waitress. When I hear her accent, I knew from what part of the country she is from, so I took an elaborate guess - "student".

She smiled, and nodded.

Now, I am not a big tipper, but I started tipping, and not small amounts, and of course she noticed. As time passed, I started coming to every single one of her shifts. One Sunday morning, when it is almost empty, I asked her to sit with me (she was alone in the bar - no manager), so we can have coffee together.

We talked, and you know how it is with young women, I forgot how easy it is to manipulate, if you have got the talk, and the attitude. I look rather well for a man my age, I might even say far beyond the average, but still, she was too young for me - 19, first year of college.

She smiled, and laughed, and we got a bit closer. Week, after week, after week, I was there, she was laughing, and we became "friends", if a man and a woman of such age disparity, can become friends. I asked her to get me back in the game, maybe take me to some places where it is fun, that I feel young, but am restrained by my age, and narrow group of friends.

So, we started hanging out. We went to few places - total modern trash, then I stepped up my game, and invited her to a few cool and hip places, she could only see in the movies - a jazz club, cabaret, and one fancy dinner with local music.

Then the cinemas came along, theater, and when I brought her to the opera, and even bought her a dress and shoes for the occasion - she was done.

That night I got a blow job, and by her technique, and the fact that she swallowed, without flinching, made me realize, that it wasnt her first rodeo, nor the second.

We remained "friends", and when I wanted to fuck her, she was reluctant, thinking that, if we go any further, that that will ruin our "friendship".

We were both aware that it is a sugar daddy situation, and I didnt object. So, I was getting my cock sucked once or twice a week for almost a year. Then, she met someone, and stopped coming. She told me that our friendship is over, and that she cant go on, since it is time for her to find happiness in her life.

I was dissapointed and all, but, well, it was nice.

Now, I am looking for my next target.

I confess I am sick of pics of happy smiling women and vids of them moaning with pleasure, women should be treated as objects, as property. Once we’re married, women should legally belong to our husbands, and he should be able to do what ever he wants to us.

I have ruined my marriage over a blow job.

A little back story - this happened this summer. My wifes friend is always with us. She used to be hot, when we met - a tall blonde, not so pretty, but had a nice body. I lusted for her, so much, way back then. Then, she got married, and soon after divorced, gained weight, and, some women blossom when they get close to 40, but she did the opposite - she looks bad now, unlike my wife.

Well, this summer my wife persuaded me to take her to the seaside, with her kid, so she wouldnt spend her vacation alone. Bitch was flirty, and even though I wasnt objectively attracted to her any more, she did everything to get my attention, and it was, like, I was fulfilling my long lost desire for what she was.

One evening my wife offered to take care of her daughter, so she can go out for drinks (it was a resort hotel). Of course, I thought I would be with her, but she persuaded me to keep her company.

"What if she wants to meet someone?"
"If she does, she will let you know that your presence is unwanted. Sit with her, you know how sad it must be to be alone here, everyone is with their families."

Long story short, we got drunk, and it ended in her room, with a blow job. She even swallowed.

After that, nothing happened, until mid November, when she "broke, and confessed everything to my wife".

That bitch!!!!

Now, I am convinced it was a deliberate scheme to fuck me up. And, as a stupid motherfucker I obviously am, I fell for it.

Chapter 9
The guards have come to the realization that you enjoy most of the abuse they've been heaping on you. That led them to start searching out more and more depraved ways to torture and use you, in hope of finding your breaking point.
One of them stumbled across the work of Dolcett on the internet and wondered if they could do it to you.
As much as the idea of impaling you on a spit and roasting you alive sounded like fun they decided they have to keep you alive. Too much paperwork if you die. And besides they're having far too much fun torturing you to have it end so soon.
Instead, they decide that they are going to impale you in the spit and roast you but only for half an hour.
There's a company picnic coming up for the 4th of July so it's the perfect time to barbecue you.
The picnic is being held in a clearing in the woods. It's warm and sunny and all the guards are relaxed, drinking, and happy. It would be a wholesome scene except for the naked sissy slut bound to the trees at the edge of the clearing. Standing, spread eagled, wrists and ankles tied to two trees.
The fire pit has been lit. They're just waiting for the fire to burn down and the coals to get hot.
While you're waiting to be "cooked" the warm summer breezes caress your naked, slutty, thicc body. Your nipples have grown hard, and your pathetic little cock is starting to stir too.
As the fire starts to die down your untied and led to the picnic table and told to climb up onto it. On your hands and knees, ass in the air, they start to prepare you for roasting.
Your hair is soaked and tied up. Herbs and onions are shoved into your boipussy. For flavour. An apple is pushed into your mouth. Not so much for flavour but only to make you look a like a roasting piglet.
They make you lay flat on the table and a large, round, stake is laid the length of your body. Ropes soon secure you to it. A wooden Frame is laid across your shoulders and you're soon bound to it as well. Lastly, a thick, long wooden stake is pushed deep into your gaping cunt and attached to the spit.
The entire time they're preparing you the guards talk about you in the 3rd person. They refer to you as "her" sometimes, but usually, "it".
Two burly guards grab each end of the spit and hoist you off the table. It's uncomfortable, but not quite painful. More than anything it's humiliating. You're a piece of meat, yet again, for their amusement. This time quite literally.
The heat hits you immediately when they put the spit in its rack. A small motor is going to rotate you over the fire, just like a fucking animal to be consumed.
It doesn't take long for the heat to start making you dizzy and light headed. It's also turning you on.
The heat licking at your useless cock with each rotation. The guards laughing at you and enjoying the spectacle.
After a few minutes they break out the barbecue sauce and start pouring it all over your limp body. Covering you, head to toe in sticky sweet sauce. A bottle gets shoved up your ass and the sauce pours in to mix with the other ingredients already inside you.
You've lost track of time. You're hoping you don't have to endure too much more. You can feel your cock and balls starting to singe. Your tits are glowing hot. The pain is becoming almost too much to take. Your screams and pleading are muffled by the apple in your mouth. Not that any of them would take pity and offer you relief.
The last thing you remember hearing, before you passed out, is one of them saying "Three more minutes and then we'll take the meat off the fire."
You're awakened by a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. Every inch of your body feels like it's been sunburnt. To make matters worse you're covered in sticky sweet barbecue sauce.
The guards want to get you cleaned up a little before the next stage of the festivities bit there's no hose to spray you down with. Then a brilliant idea emerges.
You're tossed on the ground, still tied to the spit, and the four dogs that have been hanging around are called over. They quickly begin licking the sticky sweet sauce off of you. Their rough tongues dragging across your burnt body is agonizing. Because you're a sick fuck, you like it. You start to moan and wiggle around to give the dogs access to more of you. Especially your pathetic little cock.
A couple of the guards notice what you're doing and start to laugh. They point out to everyone that you're fucking enjoying it. Everyone agrees that you're the most depraved, filthy, amoral, piece of fuck meat they've ever seen. They're excited about it. It means they can do anything to you. No matter how depraved, degrading, disgusting, violent, or taboo.
While they are chatting about what to do next, one of the dogs lifts his leg and starts pissing on you. The hot stream feels scalding on your burnt skin. It splashes across your stomach and chest. Some of it gets up around your neck and you open your mouth, hoping to be able to drink some of it to relieve your incredible thirst.
Everyone has gone silent, watching in amazement. When the second dog starts pissing on your chest you wiggle around to take it in the face. The hot dog piss in your mouth giving you relief from the thirst and a fantastic thrill at being able to be so fucking filthy. It's at that moment that the last 2 dogs start pissing all over your hard, but pathetic, cock. Your moans of pleasure leave the guards, and their wives, laughing and cheering.
Because it's the 4th of July the guards have brought along a bunch of flags, firecrackers and decorations to celebrate the day.
The dogs have licked you clean and lost interest in pissing on you so everyone is looking for a new amusement.
It's time to do some decorating.
You're untied from the spit and another bucket of ice cold water is thrown on your limp body. As you lay there, dazed, aroused, humiliated, you wonder what fucked up thing they could possibly have in mind.
A kick to the ribs gets you on your back. A couple more kicks and you're spread eagle in the grass.
One of the wives has brought a bunch of small flags. The paper ones with a wooden stick. She wants to shove them in your piss hole. The only problem is you've gone limp. It would be much easier if your clit was hard. It only takes her a moment to figure out how to get you hard again. She drops her panties, lifts her dress, squats over your face and starts to piss. It works like a charm. You can't help yourself. You open your slut mouth and drink it all down as quickly as you can. The shame and humiliation does what it was intended to do. Your useless cock is nice and hard again.
With her cunt still firmly pressed to your face she begins sliding the stick of the flag down into your cock. You're so embarrassed and ashamed at how much you're loving this treatment.
She manages to push two more flags into your pisshole. As she hops off your face she tells you to get the fuck up. You're exhausted and hesitant. A quick kick in the head and a slap across the face gets your moving. Your struggle to your feet.
She instructs you to show everyone how patriotic you are and to start waving the flags. Your efforts aren't even close to what she wants and she kicks you in the ass, over and over, making you stumble around, and making your faggot clit wiggle. The laughter from the crowd is so fucking humiliating and you wonder what the fuck is wrong with you that you love it.
That's when someone suggests that they should tun you into a proper flag pole.
Chapter 10

Having grown tired of watching your futile attempts to wave the little flags jammed in your pisshole the wives have decided to turn you into a “proper” flag pole.

A shovel is tossed at your feet and you’re ordered to start digging. They want a hole two feet deep and 3 feet wide. And you had better hurry the fuck up. Your efforts are decent to being but because of all the abuse you’ve endured so far today you start to tire and slow down. A crack of the whip then the sting as it bites into your ass. You dig faster. Another crack and another stripe across your sissy ass. You don’t speed up digging but your clit starts to involuntarily grow. This prompts laughter and ridicule from the guards, and particularly, the women. They can’t believe just how much of a pathetic, pain and abuse craving, sissy slut you really are.

Before too long the hole is complete. She shoves you to your knees at the edge of the hole, facing it. Turning to one of the other wives she says, “Jenn, bring the big flag and pole over here. We’re going to do this up right. Real patriotic.” She shoves you forward, so that you fall into the hole. Because of the size of the hole only your upper body fits. Your ass is in the air, sticking straight up. Completely gaping and exposed.

As she hands over the flagpole Jenn says, “I don’t think it’s going to fit. It’s way to big.” It’s not going to matter if it’s too big or not. One way or another it’s going in your cunt. Lubed, dry. No one cares.

The fat, wooden, flag pole is pushed up against the entrance to your cunt and pressure is slowly applied. It’s starting to work its way in. You do your best to relax and push out, to get the pole in your cunt without too much pain and tearing. It helps, but there is still so much of the huge pole to go.

She starts to lose patience with the progress and starts shoving harder and harder. Your cries for her to please stop are, obviously, ignored and you’re told to shut the fuck up and take it. You’re reminded that you’re only there to entertain them. Your pain doesn’t matter. Besides, she says, your hard clit says you’re enjoying it. She makes you admit you like it. You have to yell, loudly, for everyone to hear, that you like having the flag pole shoved up your ass.

Jenn starts to help. Between the two of them they’re able to force the pole deep into your cunt. Judging by how full you feel, you think there’s about two feet of hard wood up inside you. You’re ashamed of yourself for being proud of how much you can take.

Once it’s firmly in place a flag is attached to pole. It gently unfurls in the breeze. The wind playing with the cloth makes the pole move around in your cunt, pushing it from side to side. It feels like the wind is fucking you.

Your told that you cannot let the flag fall. It’s disrespectful. If it falls you’ll be beaten unconscious.
The group goes back to drinking, snacking and playing games, leaving you there. An object to amuse them.
After about half an hour you notice the dogs are sniffing around you, curious as to why you’re there. Realizing you’re not moving much they conclude you’re not a person and start pissing on you, like they would any tree, bush or shrub. At first they piss on your ass, because the flag pole is a natural place for them to piss. Eventually though they piss on your shoulders, back and face. Because you’re in the hole it’s really convenient for them to piss all over you.
Everyone sees it happening but there’s no way they’re going to stop it. It’s way too funny. Hell, not only are they not going to stop it, they’re going to join in. For the next hour you endure an almost non-stop rain of piss. All over your back and ass, all over the back of your head. In your face. So much in your face. Each time someone pisses in your face you open your mouth and drink in as much as you’re able. You try to be subtle about it so they don’t see you drinking it but eventually you’re caught. It’s decided that if you’re going to do that you might was well be a urinal for them for the rest of the evening. From that point on all of the piss, and theres so much because of all the beer drinking, is aimed at your mouth.
The sun is starting to fade from the sky. The coming darkness signals the next stage of the days festivities. The fireworks display is going to be amazing this year!

Out of curiosity, judging from the reactions I get from women not many, how many men actually have the balls to straight up say something sexual to a woman in public upon first glance or close encounter? And not what you're thinking such as the typical cat calling type trash, I'm talking about those inner thoughts you actually have when you turn a corner and a fine piece of fuckmeat is walking towards you. Those "Fuck!" or "Goddamn, what fine little cum dump she'd make" or just "Mmm" type of thoughts. I do and I think it's gotten me more pussy than any other thing I've ever attempted.

They're always so fucking shocked that someone actually said something like that outloud and as you'd expect, the reactions after that initial processing of what you just said are all over the place. I've been slapped, screamed at, been in a few fights over it but I've also got a lot of whorish use out of a bitch that way. I don't know, I guess I always have on that toxic masculinity/perv radar on when in public as in always seeming to be taking note of my surroundings so I know if it's a good idea to blurt some crazy shit out or not. Maybe I'm just practiced at it.

So fellas, do you or have you ever just blurted out shit like that to a woman or are you that guy that just creeps on them after you've spotted them. Maybe following them around a store or trying to side eye them thinking filthy thoughts.

Women, what about you? Ever have anyone just blurt out something filthy to you and if so, how did you take it? If not, how do you actually think you'd respond? You've gone through all this effort to look sexy, to make sure lots of skin is showing or your outfit is tight and small as fuck and all eyes will be on you. You made the effort to look and feel like an object of desire so how do you think you'd react when a man catches sight of you and something like "fuck, you'd look good drenched in cum" or some other crazy comment?

Why do I love cumming inside the elderly? It's more addictive than drugs. Old women have the best pussies. They'll spread their legs and let you dump your load in there and then they'll act like they've committed a crime. My last escapade with a grey-haired whore was almost a year ago. She was 82 at the time. Invited me into her apartment to 'look at photos of her family'. It wasn't long before I had my tongue down her throat and I was fondling her saggy titties. She had her thin, knibby legs spread open, and I could see her dusty gash. It called to me. But she didn't want to have vaginal penetration sex, not at that time. She did want to suck my dick. She told me not to cum in her mouth and I wasn't going to, but then after a few minutes of slobbering all over it with her tongue and trying to fit it in her tiny mouth, she changed her mind. She looked into my eyes while I climaxed, and I watched my white slime slide down her throat. I asked her if she enjoyed swallowing the cum of a stranger. She told me she wanted me to cum in every hole. She moved in with her daughter since then, and I relocated for work. Now, a hot and sexy 70 year old has materialized from my past. She needed a reference for a job, and she got it (the reference and the job). She seems happy. And thankful. Lots of kisses and hearts and googly eyes in our messages. Tomorrow we're meeting for coffee. I intend to cream inside her chubby grandma pussy hole. I hope it's hairy and fat. The oldest vag I've ever exploded in was 66 years old. Best sex of my life. Someday I want to walk inside an elderly slut's bedroom and find her lying on her bed with her legs open, her aging quim on full display, and without exchanging a word, I want to use her pussy as a cum depository. I want her to stare at the ceiling and not make a sound while I treat her old bony midge like it's a sex object meant only for raw, unprotected, vaginal insemination from complete strangers. And then I'll leave. But first we're getting coffee, I guess.

This is going to be a very weird post for a lot of people to read but my wife and I really don't have anyone else to tell because it's pretty uncanny. This happened a good 6 years ago, but the memories are pretty fresh. I know there isn't any "paranormal" category on here - and I really didn't believe in paranormal stuff until weird shit started happening to both of us. We recently bought an older house and renovated it, everything seemed fine.

My wife has been having very erotic dreams about some flapper woman from the 1930s and she started talking about how detailed they were. That this woman would kiss her and finger her in a dream and she'd wake up with a soaking wet pussy. My wife just attributed to her perhaps thinking women were pretty, and shrugged it off. Then one night I had a dream, two very attractive women were kissing my chest, smiling at me and stroking my dick. Ok - well, cool wet dream right? Easily dismissible as a wet dream and it was a fun one at that.
Months go by, every once in a while we have erotic dreams of these same people, usually one is molesting my wife but there are always two women trying to fuck me. Anyway my wife is cleaning the house and I was upstairs doing some work on my computer and I hear my wife scream and she comes running up stairs.
"Someone just whispered in my ear," she was panting, "and I felt someone grab my breast!"
I looked at her like she was crazy.
"What?" I thought she was fucking with me so I smacked her on the ass and was like, "I would have grabbed your pussy."
"No, fuck - I'm serious!" She yelled at me, "take me seriously!"
My heart sunk a bit, this was the first time I've seen her pissed off in a very long time - this wasn't like her at all.
"Sit down, take a deep breath - well what did the voice say?"
She sat down, she was frazzled, "it was a woman's voice, it said 'nice' and then something grabbed my breast..."
I lost it. I started laughing my ass off, "well yeah you do have a nice set of tits, absolutely, nice ass too - you're hot as fuck."
"Fuck you! I'm serious - I looked behind me and there was no one there, stop joking!"
Then from behind her on a table I set up for bills and paperwork an entire folder fell on the floor.
My wife jumped up.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK," she screamed.
My heart stopped. The folder wasn't even close to the edge of the table and my wife wasn't near it - something had to have pushed it off. My wife jumped into my arms.
"Leave us alone!" my wife yelled.
I didn't know what to say at all, I was going through everything in my mind about what just happened, and I was trying to rationalize it. It had to have been the wind, but it's winter and all the windows are shut.
"Ok, it's ok," I comforted my wife. We had dinner, talked about what happened and went to bed.
I was sleeping soundly until my wife woke me up, she was nearly in tears.
"What's going on," I said half awake.
"I had a dream, this both of the women. She said she was sorry for scaring me and that she threw the folder on the floor because she didn't want us to argue. They like us and they are happy we moved in here and they said they'd stop and let us live in peace."
"Huh?" I was confused as fuck but told my wife we'd talk about it in the morning.
I went back to sleep and had a dream of a woman with dark hair pointing to a corner of my office, she then walked over to me and kissed me on the lips, smiled and walked away. I thought nothing of it, and had the same dream for the next two nights. I finally realized something was trying to tell me something so I checked the corner of the room. There was a 'false floor' cut - and I pried up the wood. I found a few erotic photographs of the women in our dreams, it was them.
I felt like I was going out of my mind, and the reality of our house actually being haunted crashed down on me.
My wife was continuing to have dreams, very erotic dreams of the short haired woman, I showed my wife the pictures and she immediately pointed to a picture, "That's her! That's HER!!"
My wife was more afraid than I was - I mean I don't think whatever these things were meant us harm - and plus, it was giving into my wife's fantasies about being with another woman. We're both not religious at all.
So I decided to get to the bottom of things and find out the history of the people who used to live in the house. It was some photographer, and also two women that lived with him. I turns out he was married to one of the women and I'm guessing the other woman was their live in lover? The weird thing is - he wasn't haunting us but these two women were.
After I found the pictures my wife started talking about moving, about selling the house.
I went to bed, had an erotic dream of two beautiful women fucking me - woke up with cum all over my underwear. My wife woke up too, "They said they fucked you."
She saw that I had wet dream, "yeah we need to move."
"It's not like I can get them pregnant," I joked.
Something got into my wife, "what if I want to get pregnant and they're taking all of your cum?"
I laughed, "it's like we're swingers but with ghosts."
She chuckled, "yeah weird."
"Plus I'm sure you like her eating your pussy or whatever you both do in your dreams."
She was a bit silent, but then said, "it feels so fucking real - like she's actually touching me and kissing me, most of the time she doesn't say anything at all she just comes in and makes love.. I mean has sex with me."
My eyes opened wide, "Makes love? hhahh - so you totally enjoy it."
"When was the last time we fucked?" She asked.
It had been a while, which was odd. Usually we'd fuck at least 3 times a week but it had been well over a month since my dick was in my wife. I think that is what stunned me the most, that I didn't even notice her and I haven't fucked in a long time - that wasn't like us at all.
I felt a cold touch run across my neck, almost like a woman's fingernail slightly skimming my skin.
"take her, fuck her good." a whisper came. My wife didn't hear it. It was freaky but I shrugged it off, nothing scared me at this point. I took my wife in my arms and kissed her, cupping her breast and started unzipping her pants. She did the same, unzipping my pants and gripping my cock.
I mounted my wife, right in the kitchen, on the counter. My hard cock throbbed inside her and she moaned with pleasure.
"They're watching," she said out of the blue.
"Good, they can watch me fuck my pretty little princess. They can watch me cum in my hot little wife."
She moaned more, she was so turned on - she clawed my back, scratching it as I felt her body and pussy tense up, she came on my cock and I couldn't hold off. I busted a load deep inside her, spilling my seed deep in her.
We ate dinner and went to bed. Both of us had dreams. I'll tell mine first.
She had red lips and dark hair. Her breasts were perfect, but she was wispy, almost like she moved in slow motion. Her voice was soft, but when she spoke her lips didn't move.
"Don't move, we like you both so much."
I think I said something like, "you know you're dead, right?"
And she said something like "perceptions..."
I then said something like, "No seriously, you died - is this what the afterlife is? Just hanging around and haunting people?"
I felt like she wasn't permitted to say anything, and she casually touched my face with her slender hand, and she smiled and she seemed a little bashful.
I asked again, "do you even know you're dead?"
The dream faded away with her kissing my lips.
My wife's dream was a bit more... interesting. Both of the women showed up and immediately were fondling her.
"You should stay, we won't hurt you, we like both of you."
They were playful, and she even noticed that they were 'wispy' - and didn't move their lips when they talked. One of them kissed her neck (she woke up with a hickey) and my wife told me it all felt so real. She said the short haired woman told her that she could 'feel our love,' and that it radiated and gave light to the house and that both of these women were very much in love with us.
My wife asked them how they passed but all they told her was "they lived a good life."
And out of the blue, "Imagine all of us having sex, you, us, your husband..."
My wife joked, "yeah but what if you get pregnant?"
She said they both looked at each other and smiled, almost like that was the plan. She woke up a bit freaked out.
Months passed, the dreams continued - but also things started getting a bit stranger. Objects would be moved when we came home from work, or when we went out to eat. Once some of our shower soap was poured on the floor and the towels thrown around in the bathroom. Loud thumps and footsteps could be heard in the middle of the night - sometimes I'd wake up covered in cum and not remember dreaming about them. My wife would wake up with hickies on her thighs and not remember dreaming about them. Sometimes we'd smell the sweet smell of perfume, or flowers - roses...
The final straw was when I woke up with a long scratch down my back - it felt like someone poured acid on me. We decided to move.
It was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. I burnt the pictures of the women, but saved digital copies.
I'm still wondering if it wasn't all pure psychological issues - perhaps there was a gas leak or some crazy chemical making us think weird shit, so I'm still questioning what happened - but my wife absolutely believes we were living in a haunted house and having sex with ghosts.
Farfetched - crazy, and I'm shaking my head while writing all of this.
In the picture, the short haired lady is the one that seemed the most interested in my wife, the one in the middle with her legs spread seemed very interested in me - and I'm not 100% sure who the woman on the end (right) is - a sister? She almost looks related to the one in the middle. Anyway - all the weirdness stopped when we moved out. No more dreams etc.
So - don't be mean please, I know it all sounds pretty fucked up and unbelievable - I mean ffs I don't even believe it when I think about it but I do know something weird was happening in that house.

I warned my wife 5 years ago that I would cuck her out to a younger guy on our 25th wedding anniversary. I'm 50 and any guy at 50 knows things start going awry with your cock after 45. While I absolutely do take cialis, it's just not the same. Perhaps it's just all psychological but I do have prostate issues too. She kind of brushed it off until I brought it up again a week before our anniversary.
"There's no way I'm fucking another guy. Is this a test? This is stupid."
"I want that to be my anniversary gift. I do, I want you to fuck some other guy without a condom, I want you to feel a hard cock inside you, cumming in you - I love you I just want you to feel good."
So we got into a bit of an argument, but I went through with finding a well-hung dude that would bang my wife. I wanted to be jealous. It took me a few days - but I found a few swingers groups and a 26 year old buck. The dude's cock was at least 3 inches bigger than mine (I'm at 6 1/2 inches). I showed my wife his picture and she said he was cute but still didn't think it was a good idea. I showed her a pic of his cock and her eyes got wide. That was the dude.
"I'll contact him and let him know it's on."
"Can't we just have a nice romantic evening by ourselves? Why do you need to do this, I'm happy with you, don't do this."
"After he fucks you, we'll have a romantic evening by ourselves and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"Wait, you're going to fuck me after he does? What is wrong with you? What if he has a disease? Did you even think this shit through?"
She was pissed.
"You can't just give my body to other men. If that's how you see me, as some object maybe you have the wrong idea about our marriage."
"NO. I don't see you as an object. I understand that my performance in bed is getting pretty shitty because of my age, and I've lost my youthfulness. I'm not that rock hard 20 year old you met way back when, and when we have sex I have issues sometimes. I just want you to feel that again, because I love you. When he's fucking you, remember how hard I was, think of me pumping in and out of you when I was younger... that's all... I just want you to feel good."
She paused for a minute.
"Have you ever been unfaithful to me?" She asked.
"No, I haven't - I could have a few times, but I never did because you give me everything I need."
She looked down and sighed.
"This is the only time I'll do this. This won't be a thing. I want us to meet with him first, there will be rules. Are you going to be there, watching?"
I was shocked, "ok - I'll send him an email. Yeah, I'd like to see a nice big hard dick in you - but if I get jealous I'll walk away."
"He's not going to last long in me... Tell me about this guy, is he married, you said he belongs to some swinger club?"
He probably wouldn't last long in my wife. She had absolute control over her pussy. I told her he was married and that his wife was ok with it and that we'd meet both of them. I set up a date to meet with the bull and his wife. They seemed a bit nervous.
His wife was a pretty petite blonde with small breasts and a cute frame. She was 23 but looked younger. The wife seemed a bit interested in us, asking questions about our marriage and if this was our first swinging experience. I told her we'd been married for 25 years (coming up soon) and that I just wanted my wife to experience a youthful cock. She didn't seem too shocked at all but rather supportive, telling us that her hubby can get the job done no problem.
Hitting on my wife, his wife looks her directly in the eyes, "I swing both ways, so if you want me there to make sure he's behaving, let me know!"
My wife blushed, "Well, I really didn't want to do this but I'm doing it because my husband thinks it will help... my needs."
So my wife started with the rules. No kissing, no anal, the safe word was my name, this was a one time deal, no further contact after the act, as soon as he cums he leaves. I had to put my two cents in, saying he needs to cum in her, and I want her pussy dripping with his cum. The wife smiled and told me "that should be no problem for him, he'll leave a mess."
I got a bit jealous, because I wanted to be him - youthful, strong, ready to fuck if a light breeze crossed my cock. His wife seemed a bit perky, and into him actually fucking other women.
"Do you ever get jealous of him fucking other ladies?" I asked.
"Oh, hell no. I have a fetish - and when he's done with your wife I get to taste her on his cock. I love tasting other women on his cock. So, when he's finished with her, I get him and he loves every fucking second of it. It's too bad your wife won't let you fuck me while he's fucking her, you'd like my little pussy."
My dick throbbed. "I'm old, it doesn't work as well as it used to."
"Nothing my mouth can't solve," she snapped back and I caught a glance of anger from my wife.
So I gave them the date and made reservations at a nice hotel.
On the way home my wife was silent. When we got inside our house she let loose.
"You totally wanted to fuck that slut, didn't you!"
I laughed, "No - I mean she was cute, but she's totally not my type."
The day came and my wife was starting to oppose going through with it.
"You sure you want to do this?"
I nodded. We did.
I went into the room with her. The guy showed up a half an hour late, and I thought he was going to bail on us but he didn't.
"My wife's waiting in the lobby for me." He said, trying to break the ice.
My heart was pounding, my wife was blushing and looking very nervous.
I walked over to my wife and slid her shirt off, and unbuttoned her bra.
The guy looked at her breasts, "You've been blessed," he said smiling.
My wife blushed more, "Indeed."
She was ridged and stern.
I unbuttoned my wife's pants and kissed her on the lips, my tongue entered her mouth. I pulled back and whispered in her ear, "it's going to be ok. Pretend I'm fucking you. Pretend I'm fucking the shit out of you babe..."
She sat down on the bed, removing her panties. She closed her eyes.
I stepped back and let the guy take over. He took his clothes off and walked over to her sitting on the bed. He caressed her cheek gently, took her hand and placed it on his cock. Immediately his cock grew, she kept her eyes closed. She leaned forward and put his cock in her mouth and started pumping him with her hand.
"I'm going to take a picture!"
My wife opened her eyes and was looking at his cock, then looked at me. She put his dick in her mouth again looking at me seductively. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him into her mouth deeper. With one hand she began to finger her pussy, and then stroke his cock with the other.
She stopped sucking on him and laid back on the bed.
"Fuck me," she told him.
His cock was massive. He mounted her and she groaned with pleasure. She looked him directly in the eyes.
"Fuck me with that big dick. I want all of it in me. Fill my cunt."
He started pumping, and she started matching his thrusts with her own. Their eyes were locked.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper with each thrust. Then unexpectedly, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.
I wasn't jealous. I realized I wasn't jealous but I was horny as hell. I wanted to join them. I wanted to whip my cock out and fuck her at the same time he was, but that wasn't part of the deal. My dick was throbbing with excitement as my wife moaned and moaned.
"Let me get on top, let me ride the massive cock," my wife told him.
And holy fuck did she ride his dick. I've never seen her move in that way, ever. Her beautiful ass would bounce and grind on his dick, taking every single inch inside her up to his balls and then she'd pull up to the tip of his cock and repeat. She'd lean low and their tongues would meet in a flicker of delight. He would grab her by the neck and their eyes would lock deeply in passion.
She called his name, "Fuck my pussy, fill her up baby, give me your babies... come on ohhh yeah come on baby, I'm going to cum all over this beautiful dick, ohhhhhh".
They both came at the same time. I watched her cream filled pussy convulsing with pleasure as his cum dripped out. She collapsed on top of him, kissed his lips, his chest.
I was stunned.
"I told you you needed some young cock."
She didn't answer, only gently pulled his cock out of her pussy and kissed her way down and put it in her mouth. Her eyes met mine, her ass was in the air and my dick was throbbing through my pants. She started licking and sucking his cum coated cock. I got behind my wife, watching cum leaking from her freshly fucked cunt.
"Fuck it," I said. I pulled my pants down and mounted her from behind while she sucked on him.
I slid right in. I started pumping in and out, and could feel her wet pussy dripping with cum coating my cock. I didn't care - I didn't even care that some other guy fucked my wife, I was just happy she was turned on. She started moaning as I fucked her and she blew him. He was moaning and panting too. With each thrust I felt my cock getting even harder, I felt like I was 18 again.
"Oh god baby you're so hot, I can't wait to fill you."
"yeah fuck me baby, give me your cum. I want all of your cum in me."
Her cunt was so wet, cum and the combination of her pussy juice ran down her leg and I couldn't hold off. I pumped my cum deep in her, thrusting deeper and deeper with each ejaculation. My wife's pussy was completely full of cum.
I pulled out and she stopped sucking him. He got up and started getting dressed, kind of like "well the job is over I better get the fuck out of here."
My wife got up and gave him a hug, and kissed him.
"Tell you what. Tell that little wife of yours that we'd like to borrow you from time to time, and she's welcome to join us, and my husband would like to fuck her - and I'd like to watch."
I was speechless.
"Wha-?" I tried to protest.
"If we're going to do this kind of shit, we're gonna do it right. And it's time for me to be honest. You asked if I was always faithful, I lied. I had an affair once because you were having problems with your dick, and I felt horrible. I only fucked the guy once, but it relieved a lot of sexual frustration but also caused me a lot of pain and anxiety, that's why I needed to go to therapy a while back."
I felt betrayed, but I understood, I looked at the other guy, "I'd 100% like to fuck your wife if you'd let me."
I was pissed... but I still loved my wife too.
She walked over to me and hugged me, got on her knees and started licking my cock.
"I'm your little whore now, and that will never change."
I jammed my cock into the back of her throat as the guy just stood there and watched. He didn't know what to say to the entire situation.
Finally, he said, "I'll talk to my wife about it. You want me to text her?"
"Yeah, text her and tell her to get up here if she wants some old man dick."
He chuckled.
She came up. Both my wife and the guy sat on the sofa, watching me nail his wife.
She was a freak in the sheets. She had a "breed me" fetish, and was constantly telling me how fertile her little pussy was. She was probably the tightest pussy my cock had ever been in. It was the tightest pussy I've ever came in.
My wife and I are still happy, and understand we're getting older - but we'll have as much fun as we can as long as we can. We're swingers now and regularly meet with the other couple for 'breeding meetings'. My wife and his wife actually like making out and eating each other out, especially after we cum in them. Good times. I never new how fun this lifestyle was until I became a part of it. Happiest I've ever been in my marriage too.

Friday Night….

On a warm Friday evening back in 2019, around 6p, I get a desperate call from my best friend… “Can you stay at the house this weekend, entertain her, please” he desperately begins the call with? “Her” is his wife… I chime in “yeah man, she’s definitely feeling lonely lately” I say as I push for specifics…

(her and I chat, he and I chat, offering my opinion is very common as this has been the topic of conversation for quite some time)

Ignoring me completely, he continues,

“She keeps busting my balls, calling every 10 mins. She feels isolated, alone, you know how she is!” Again, I chime in, “brother she’s 40, the kids are almost out of the house, she wants you to spend time with her, take her to dinner, do shit”. He wants to respond but has nothing, he knows I’m right. “Brother, you both can afford to go do things, she wants to go places, experience life”.

For the record, and totally off topic. this man’s wife has the greatest pair of big fat tits. For those who think “bigger is better”, this is the one! Furthermore,
she’s thick but tone with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7”. Thinking about it, she has Kitty Lee’s body with a much prettier face.. A very attractive woman with a body built for fucking.

(according to hubby, she has a high sex drive and is very open minded… Cocksucker hit the lotto for sure)

With a long sigh he annoyingly utters what I could see coming from a mile away, “I don’t have time for this, Bobby is about to go on, can you stay at my place and keep her off my back so I can enjoy myself?”

And there it is…..

Honestly, he’s frustrated, I get it. He plans ahead for this weekend long festival well in advance, keeps her in the loop through the entire process, it’s kind of fucked thats she’s laying this guilt trip on him while he’s hours away. I’m torn, he’s been dropping the ball with regard to their marriage for a while now.. Then again, this is his once a year “get fucked up and jam out with thousands of dirty hippies weekend, “I suppose she should honor that.

Regardless…

Reluctantly, I respond with Sure man, I’ll head up there now and hang with her….” (honestly, I just want to hang at home, rub one out and crash, it’s been a long week but fuck it, she’s good people and fun to drink with)

Relieved, he replies “text me when you get up there, I’ll call and let her know, thanks brother” and quickly hangs up.. I set the phone down, take a deep breath, collect my shit and prepare for my hour long trip….

A bit of background on the friendship. Buddy and his wife married young, 18-19, had kids, they’re in their teens. We’ve known each other for about 20 years and they are 4-5 years my senior.

For the last few years we do dinner on Friday evenings at their place, a modest spot in the middle of cow country. We smoke, drink and eat well. I normally stay the night, sometimes sticking around on Saturdays to help with ongoing renovation projects.

We’re all an open book by the way, we know everything about each other. It’s actually very nice, I enjoy their company, as they definitely enjoy mine..

I’m divorced, have a great job and a high school age kid. I also have a very comfortable couch and plenty of food in a decent suburban apartment.
An apartment I will enjoy some other time, my drive is complete..

Teresa (wife) is on the porch, shorts, tank top, drinking a rum and coke. She has her hair in a ponytail, which is new for her. She normally dresses like a Sunday school teacher. Her hair always down, outfits very conservative, “boring” is the best way to put it. She certainly doesn’t show off her figure, her gigantic tits always put away, which is a shame quite frankly..

With a hug and peck on the cheek, I make a sarcastic comment, as I normally do, “sweet handle bar, you’re missing one side”. Teresa gives me a “you’re not funny” smirk” and proceeds to tell me that she’s been “experimenting with new styles”.

I waste no time, “you got it, flaunt it, I know Sam (hubby) would like to see more of you experimenting”. She immediately lets out a laugh, like, a quick chuckle filled with doubt, if that makes sense?

Again, in a serious tone I proclaim, “seriously, switch it up, show him you still got it, let him see other men gawk at you, get that little head going…..” She looks at me defeated and says “he knows what I have, what he has access to. He chooses to ignore me” using her hands to outline her breasts and body, exactly how the Price is Right women would display a new prize.. “I’m lonely, tired of being treated like I don’t exist. Months ago I asked him to sit the festival out” she exclaimed. “I asked if we could go away, focus on us for a minute, that I needed him…” Starting to well up, she rhetorically asks “Where is he” as she walks into the house….

So here I am, barely been there 10 minutes, she’s already crying and I’m on the porch by myself thinking “you couldn’t of talked about something else, you had to immediately bring up her failing marriage, good job jackass”….

She’s a strong woman, emotional and poetic, but tough. It wasn’t long before I hear her calling my name from inside the house. I take a deep breath and head inside. Teresa is in the kitchen, she cleaned herself up and is mixing both of a strong cocktail. Without missing a beat, she hands me my drink, we cheers and take a sip as she immediately picks up from where we left off.

As she starts to speak I take a step forward and gently lean in to give her a warm, comforting hug. I definitely surprised the shit out of her. At first she was stiff as board, cold, surprised at my very forward act. It took a minute before you could feel her body relax…. Not saying a word, we stood there hugging, my arms around her upper shoulders, hers around d my waste. Both of us, a firm yet gentle embrace, you could tell it meant something. It was quite nice if I’m being honest.

(being a dude, I have to point out how great her tits felt pressed against my chest, I finally have visual confirmation, as well as touch, of just how fucking big they are. Her puffy hard nipples, pressed against my chest, perfecto!)

After what felt like 20 minutes, I now have a rock hard dick so I pull away. “You’re a smart, beautiful, sexy woman who deserves happiness” I say, as I try to conceal my very obvious excitement. She looks at me and smiles as I conclude my thought “ponytail and tank top, my new favorite look” as I look down, laser focused on her giant titties that were currently on display, hours and hours of fun, beautiful cleavage, no bra)

Remember when I said “we know everything about each other?” It’s no secret hubby and I both have a thing for huge giant titties, conversations she’s been privy too, normally just giggling and walking away.. Staring down at them was certainly knew, however, she was well aware of my infatuation, in general, for big natural breasts. Yeah, I’ve looked at her, but nothing more than looking, in my head she’s a no-go, off limits..

It’s at that moment, still in our embrace, she says “I have to come clean”. Oh boy” spews out of my mouth as I question her, not with words, but wi5 the look in my eyes….

“I’ve had a crush on you for the last 20 years.” And don’t worry, Sam knows, he thinks it’s funny. “But, I want you to know, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Shocked, I ask “When me and the ex visited you, is this why you treated her poorly? Shaking her head in agreement, Teresa responds “that bitch took you for granted, treated you like shit for years”, you deserved better, fuck her”.

I laugh out loud as I share “she’s my one and only bad lay, dead inside and in the sack, terribly boring with no enthusiasm, a waste……” Teresa chuckles and shares “well, at least Sam has a big dick but I fantasize about other people when he fucks me. The one or two times a month he does fuck me, I keep my eyes closed, I go through the motions to keep my life semi-normal, but I’m not in love with him anymore, too many years have gone by, I’m over it”.

“Teresa, I had no idea it was this bad, I know he can be a dick, but never thought it was on this level, what are you going to do?” Teresa takes a step back, grabs our drinks and confidently shares “Hanna has three years of school left” as she hands me my drink, “once she graduates and goes to college, I’m leaving”. Her eyes start to fill with tears as we both take a big gulp of intoxicatingly strong rum and cokes… She leans over, grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes as we both take a well deserved gulp of mind numbing spirits…

Our drinks polished off, Teresa quickly time for another” as she grabs my glass and heads for the counter…… Unsure of what to say, completely blown away with the last hour of my life, Teresa swings her head around, ponytail in the air, and says “I’m sorry if my confession has made you uncomfortable, that was not my intention, I just needed you to know” as she turned her head forward to focus on drinks.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this urge to hold her.. The last hour had quickly turned in an emotional adventure for the two of us. However, she had a minimum of three years of hell to go through, which saddened me. I had lived that life and it miserable, my heart ached for her.

Throwing caution to the wind, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her stomach, careful to stay below her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and reached for my arms. I whispered in her ear, “I’m here for you” as she let out a whimper and sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before my dick was coming to life.. She was absolutely pressing her ass just enough for my guy to feel it. Moving from side to side, T was knowingly trying to get me hard and I could care less. I whisper in her ear “I know what you’re doing”, as I begin to mirror her movements, moving my dick from side to side, pushing in….

With both a whimper and deep breath Teresa takes her hand and begins to run it along my covered dick.. “Oh yeah” she says as I let out a gentle moan, immediately, and slowly, moving my fingers to the base of her giant breasts. I think to myself, “Finally” as I open my hands and grab the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever felt. Teresa let’s out a soft moan, catching her breath enough to say “please fuck me!”

Im so fucking hard I can’t stand it, as I respond “soon baby, soon” as I move my right hand inside her waistband, her pussy and clit my targets. She moans out again as I take my left hand, already squeezing and pinching her left nipple, I quickly grab her throat, pulling her head to my my face, forcefully, T whimpering away “How bad do do you want my dick in you” I whisper as she runs her tongue along her upper lip..

3 seconds later, and not missing a beat, Teresa, her hand in my pants now, my dick in hand……. Actually, it’s more like, “Teresa the magician, her hands suddenly down my pants, with a king fu grip on my dick, a grip so tight she could tell you how many beats per minute my heart was pumping” she’s rapid fire jerking me, it’s to tip, long strong stokes……

In return, my left hand still gripping her neck and my right hand buried in her pussy, I have two fingers fucking her pussy while rubbing and pressing her clit with her thumb.. T, well, she starts to moan and loudly and shake as she nutted all all over my fingers….

Teresa hadn’t been touched like this for some time, that was evident!

I nibble on her ear lobe, as she catches her breath, still feeling the effects of my fingers…. I whisper, “now you can have my dick”, slide me into your pussy” as I turn her to the right, and bend her over her kitchen table.. With my dick rock hard and still in her hand, I grab her ponytail and make my way for her opening.. With my left hand, now gripping the sexiest tits I’ve ever played with, I turn her head toward mine and say “that’s my pussy” as she loudly grunts out “take your pussy” as she rests my dickhead at the opening of her love canal..

Deep breath, deep breath as I tease Teresa with my dick, ready to push in fully, sliding in, the phone rang.. I pause, caught of guard by the phone, I say “fucking figures” as T slams her ass backwards and takes my dick…. “Yeah it does” she says as I quickly remember what my objective is….Pony-tail pulled back, left hand firmly holding a giant tit, sexy mom/wife panting as her wet pussy is ready to make a mess, I lay into to her, hard, deep, and aggressive, phone ringing off the hook…..

Let’s be honest… This didn’t last long… 5-6 minutes later, as our hearts race, Teresa screams out “you’re going to make me cum” in what I can only describe as a surprised tone.. “You’re pussy s soaked i murmur, ponytail still in hand, her back still arched, her moans and pants, now similar to a countdown. She’s ready to blow boys!! I give her everything I have, table creaking, both of us moaning loudly, Teresa’s pussy tightens…..

That’s all it took! In unison, I thrusted as deep as I could into her tightened pussy, and fucking unloaded as T let me know just how appreciative she was, nearly falling over as she came all over my dick. With her ponytail still in hand, left titty still firmly in my clutch, I bit on her ear and neck as we both appreciated just felt the effects of a fantastic nut……

A few minutes later, both of us, chuckling and giddy, completely spun from what just happened, get a drink of water. As I’m guzzling like a thirsty African baby, T pipes up and says “I haven’t came like that in years” as she stood back and took a sip of water, almost shocked at what happened. I ask if everything is ok and she quickly says “oh yes” as she intentionally spills water out of her mouth and down her huge jugs. “Thirsty” she asks as I quickly do what a man with a huge natural tit fetish does, as I grab both tits, in a loving embrace, pull them to my face, kiss her deeply and begin sucking her nipples………

Oh yeah, the ringing phone? That was Sam, I forgot to let him know I had arrived… No worries, 60 seconds after pumping his wife full of my nut, as I’m sucking her tits, Sam called back.. T answered, out of breath, Sam completely unfazed, he babbled away, praising me up and down to T, as she stroked my dick.

Sam, “so happy” that I “gave up my weekend to help him out”, requested me on the phone.. “Yo brother” I shout as he immediately thanks me then starts a long winded diatribe, excited to share the highlights of the bands, the setting and the great food. T, left to her own devices, grabs my dick, fat tits swinging, full naked body, she leads me by my dick to the couch as she holds up two fingers…. Sam, he’s still raving about his stress free hippy induced weekend, clueless to the fact that as I say ”sounds like so much fun brother” his wife is on her back, legs spread, pussy soaked, guiding my dick back in the very same spot Sam used to call home.. Round 2 has indeed started,,

Sam called back the next day, he and I on the phone for quite awhile. I remember him saying “its much more relaxed now” as he immediately started the process of repeating the same shit he said the night before, which led to him thanking me again for getting his wife off his back… “Yeah man, she seems happy to have company” I blurt out as he asks for me to put her on the phone…

“Oh man, she’s at the market” I say, as Sam chuckles quite loudly, blurting out “yeah she loves spending my money,” as he chuckled on, eventually saying “I’ll call later” as he hung up…. I’d imagine he saw a half naked dirty chick, or dudes eating shrooms, which is why he just hung up.. He was “on to the next one” ass they say…

Speaking of which…

I’m triple checking to make sure the phone is off screaming out “I can’t hold it anymore!” T, mouth soaked with saliva and spit, and clearly not at the market, grabs my nuts and slams her face to the base of my dick, not missing a beat, or drop, as she emptied my sack deep in her throat… Like a bitch, I screamed out as I felt every last drop empty my nuts. By the way, a second orgasm not long after a man’s first orgasm is quite intense, it’s quite nice!

Teresa enjoyed sucking my dick with her husband on the phone. Admittedly, I enjoyed it as well. The threat of getting caught is quite addictive. So much so, we test the limits of our sexual prowess weekly. I fuck my friends wife regularly, right under his nose..

Case in point-

Friday before Christmas, while Sam sits in his recliner, stoned out of his mind, eating cookies zoned out, Teresa and I will go for a night walk. Sam completely unfazed and happy to have the tv to himself, clueless that his wife and over night guest are 20 ft away, watching him watch tv, fucking like school kids. Me squeezing her nipples, smacking that ass, pulling her hair, drilling her pussy! Teresa, holding onto a tree, taking my dick from behind like the good girl she is, her fat little pussy tightening as she cums, while empty my seed deep into her, fully embraced, while hubby watches cartoons or some shit…

Or right now.. He just got in the shower. T, in a flannel, no bra, immediately goes in and grabs a tissue, making sure the coast is clear. Sam, fully engulfed in washing his ass has no idea his wife literally walked out of the bathroom, about 10ft, slide her pants down and sat on his buddies dick. Of course, I’m unbuttoning and pulling the monsters out, as the smell of Irish Spring permeates the air..

Till next time..