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She appeared on the dot of 10:00, with an "Oh, were you waiting for Me" look on her face. We laughed and she suggested we go downstairs. I had to raise my eyebrows at that. My basement is 2500 square feet with two storerooms, exercise and Jacuzzi in one room, a huge entertainment center in the main room, along with a leather couch, stone-top coffee table, and a gas fireplace. There were no windows, just one sliding glass door with steps up to my patio. The basement was also soundproofed so you can watch the wide-screen nice and loud without disturbing the rest of the house.

"Better lock the door. I don't want any surprises while we talk."

Talk about piquing my curiosity. We settled on the couch and she immediately curled up with me, placing her legs across my lap while snuggling against me. Instant hard-on! She felt me stirring and smiled. "I know what you've been thinking about. What, no Bren last night?"

"Yes, Bren last night, very nicely, too. Now, wench, you owe me!"

"I know, but where do I begin?"

"Start from when you left Andy and me on the sidewalk."

"Alright, but did Andy say anything?"

I told her what we both said and she loved it.

"He's always looking at me, at my ass or tits. I swear that old man has never looked me in the eyes. Thanks for protecting my reputation."

"Your reputation is fine by me. In fact it went up considerably yesterday. Although, this," gesturing to our position together, "surprises me."

"I know, but I made a few decisions last night, well it won't surprise you after I tell you the whole story. And if your hands get a little bored, this lets you make the most use of them. In fact,” She opens her legs and grabs my cock, "I can use mine as well."

Oh this is going to be fun! She jumps up and strips naked. Easy to do when you are barefoot, in spandex shorts and sports top. She says, "I am not messing up my clothes this time. Come on, Rob, you too."

Who am I to argue with a force of nature? I strip off my tee and shorts. My cock is about halfway hard as I sit back down. "And I checked the calendar today. I am a couple of days away from my period, so I should be safe from getting preggers, but I also bought a diaphragm this morning to make sure."

Now I was shocked. My best friend just told me in no uncertain terms that I would be fucking her and cumming inside her. My cock got the message loud and clear and jumped to full attention.

She giggled and trapped it between her thighs, teasing the tip with her fingernail.

"So talk already, before I just attack you right now."

Still laughing, she says, "Alright, alright. I'll save him as a snack for later." She brushes the drop of precum off with her finger and sucked it off.

"When I left you two dirty old men, I went straight into the garage and snagged the biggest of the magazines. After I took a quick shower, I read it cover to cover: every word, every picture, and even every ad."

"How much masturbating did you do?" I interrupted.

"You horny bastard. Quit interrupting and let me tell this."

From the flush on her face I knew I hit the nail on the head.

"So I might have touched myself a little while I . . ."

I held up four fingers, she shook her head and held up six fingers.

". . . was reading. The pictures were great, but the stories and letters were even hotter. I was reading about girls having sex all kinds of way, even in the ass, and loving it. Oral sex, oral and anal - or is that anal oral, domination, teasing, toys, pain, girls and girls, guys with guys, orgies, and a few things that I was really disgusted over."

After watching Aim maul her tits, I think she might enjoy some of the more pleasurable aspects of pain, but I agreed with her that there were many things not in my playbook.

"I stayed in the bathroom and kept reading until the kids got home. Thanks again for taking them!"

"Hey, you know I love them. We had a great time. Bren was surprised, but you know how she feels about them."

"What did you tell her?"

"Exactly what happened!"

Aim's eyes got real wide.

"As you were leaving yesterday, you asked if we could baby-sit because you wanted some quiet time with Dave."

"You bastard, when you said 'exactly' I thought my heart was going to stop!"

I just grinned, which faded quickly as she mimed a swat toward the end of my cock.

"Where was I? I cooked up a nice light dinner; my husband, the porno king, wasn't going to fall asleep on me! After dinner we went in the bedroom to watch on TV and cuddle. This was pretty normal for our romantic evenings, so other than the kids not being home and it being earlier than usual, he was clueless."

"Didn't he ask about the kids?"

"Of course! I told him that they were with you and Bren, teaching you how to videogame."

"You got that right; they were kicking my butt on that computer."

All this time she was squeezing my cock between her thighs. She would smear the precum absently while she talked.

"Well he started getting hard and got on top of me for our normal thing. You should've seen the look on his face when I forced him over and I ended on top of him, which pushed him deeper in me than he had ever gone. I started slow fucking him and after a second or two confusion, he didn't say a word. It was real nice being on top of him, controlling the action. He started straining against as I kept slooooowwwwing the pace down to make him last."

My fingers started teasing her pussy while she was speaking. My god, she was already soaked.

"You know by doing that,” pointing to my fingertips. "You are making it hard for me to talk."

I pulled her to my lap, and with her facing away from me. Bending her forward, I slid my cock into her cunt.

"Fuck, you weren't supposed to do that. You . . . ooohhhhh," was all she wrote when I tweaked her nipples. Pinning her down against me with one arm and playing with her breasts with the other. I told her to keep talking.

"How do you expect me to talk while I have your cock in me? Oh, just fuck me."

"Open your legs wide."

She did it.

"Now open your eyes and look in the mirror."

"Oh shit, that is hot, we look better than any porn mag. I can see your cock going up inside me. The hell with Dave for now and fuck me."

She tried to touch herself, but I wouldn't let her hands get close. She tried to lift up, but my grip stopped her. In a minute she was positively panting out of excitement and frustration.

"Settle down."

"No, I need it so badly."

"Stop. You need to learn how to control yourself. You have to be in charge, not your cunt. So calm down and talk to me. The fucking later will be even better. So get a grip and start talking."

"You know I can always leave."

"I know that, but think of this as a lesson. Right now you are turned on and would probably do something foolish just for an orgasm. Besides making the sex later sweeter, this will help you work on your self-control."

"Shit. But promise me you will fuck me later."

"Try and stop me later! Now talk before I put you over my knee and spank you."

She tightened her vaginal muscles, warning me that this was going to be very difficult. "Okay, but if you cum before me, I am going to make you lick it out of me!"

"You call that a threat?" I lifted her 100 or so pounds up once and let gravity sink her back on my shaft. She threw her head back and it felt like she damn near came. Holding her by the waist, I talked to her while she calmed down.

"In the state you are in; if a stranger walked up to you and offered you his cock, would you take it?"

She thought about it and honestly nodded.

"Do you see the problem? You have been repressed about your sexuality for so long; you are acting like a kid with a new toy. I bet if one of those sluts from the magazine was here, you would do anything she says?"

She doesn't answer.

"There is no reason not to enjoy your new-found sexuality, but you have to learn some self-control, or you will hurt Dave, the kids, and even yourself. Worse, you might catch something like AIDS. Trust me, love, you don't want that."

I paused to regain a little control myself. This was harder (no pun intended) than it looked. She was so exceptionally sweet. "That was Sylvia's problem. If she had an itch, she scratched it. Objectively, she is an attractive woman. But once you realize how out of control she was, you wouldn't touch with any part of her body with someone else's hand."

"I am nothing like her!"

"No, but if you let your cunt guide your behavior, you would be. When you ran your errands this morning, did anything out of the ordinary happen?"

"Well, I noticed a lot of guys and they noticed me. The girl who sold me the diaphragm offered to fit it for me personally."

"You see how easy it is to lose control and how dangerous."

"Ok already, I get the point, and I will try. But . . ."

"What?"

"I got her number," she mumbled. I could see her blush in the mirror.

Now that was a surprise. Little Aim, a closet carpet-muncher. "Wow! Or are you just telling me this to get me to fuck you?"

"No. It caught me out of the blue. In Dave's books there were some pics and stories. I read them and was intrigued, a little. Then out of the blue, the clerk at the pharmacy offers to . . .. I was too flustered to say anything when she did that. Then she gave me her number."

No wonder Aim was so hot-to-trot. She's running on a sexual high. Did I help create a monster, or just help the monster slip the leash?

"Good for you, but I do have a suggestion for you. If you want to 'experiment', fine. Just don't be stupid. Get to know her, become friends. Don't play the one-night stand game, that's where things get the most dangerous. It's like playing Russian Roulette."

"I know, and I'll be careful. You know what's weird. I can talk about this with you. A day ago I thought my life was over, now I have girls making passes at me. Do I have a sign saying 'Horny Lady, will fuck for anything' on my forehead or something?"

Laughing, "No, it's nothing like that. Let's just say you are more aware of it. Those guys have probably looked at you before, you just either never noticed, or you never saw it in a positive light. The clerk may have been mooning over you for months, and you buying such a personal item gave her the nerve. Either that or the fact you can't seem to keep your hands away from your cunt." I say, slapping them away for the third time.

"I can't help it."

"Yes you can. In fact you need to start limiting yourself. Think of it as self-control 101. Masturbate only as often as you orgasm when you make love with Dave."

"I'll try, but it does mean Dave is going to be one lucky guy."

"I bet! So do I get the Dave report or not?"

"Oh, if you insist."

She struggled briefly, mostly looking in the mirror. I wish I had a camera! I've never seen something as purely erotic as us in the mirror with our legs open, my cock inside her and my balls hanging there. "Where the hell was I?"

"I think you were on top of him, slowly fucking him to death."

"Well not exactly to death, but I wanted him to be as excited as possible when I told him about discovering his little secret."

"So I am fucking him nice and slow. Every time he gets to close, I slow it down, or stop. I knew I had him when he started begging for it. The rush I felt when he begged me to let him come. At that point, I told him. . ."

"I found your stash, Dave."

"Huh, what?" he said a little nervously.

Three quick pumps up and down got his back arching again. "Your stash of dirty, disgusting magazines, you pervert."

I don't know how he looked so horny and guilty at the same time. At least he didn't deny it or offer lame excuses. "So you like looking at dirty, ugly sluts. You like watching them suck cock. You like seeing cocks exploding in their hands and on faces. You like watching them get fucked between their tits, in their raggedy pussies, and up their assholes. I bet you even like seeing cum drip out of their slutty cunts." I punctuated each sentence with a hard drop down on his cock. His brain might be having trouble, but his cock was like a brick. "I am so fucking mad at you right now."

"Look baby, I can explain," he said.

"Oh, like you didn't really like it. Sure that's why I found seventeen magazines."

"Well, honey,”

"And my towel, one of my nice new towels, all covered with your dried sperm, disgusting." Now at this point he is really confused. His mind and body passing some very confusing messages.

"I have a few questions for you, you pervert, and you better be honest for once. You bullshit me and I will pull your cock off by the roots. I'll take away your favorite little play toy. Fuck cutting it off, ten pounds of pressure and it'll pop right off at the root. It'll hang there as useless as male nipples. As I said that, I gave his nipple a hard twist. Damn I thought I had killed him from the yell. But his cock seemed to get harder.

"How long have you been doing this?"

He hung his head down, "A long time. Most of our marriage."

Now that surprised me and hurt me a little.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just did it. The mags helped a bit. I really started when you were pregnant with Callie and sex was too painful for you. We had never gone a week without making love and suddenly we went almost ten months. I was a walking hard-on."

That made sense, I knew it was hard, but it wasn't exactly easy for me either.

"How come it didn't stop when we started making love again?"

"I guess by then I was kind of hooked, and I also discovered the magazines. They were so different, so dirty and provocative. I didn't see it as a bad thing; I mean I wasn't cheating on you, just jerking off."

"Have you ever cheated on me?"

"No, baby, not that. I have never cheated on you!"

"You mean if one of those sluts walked in the room right now, you wouldn't fuck her?"

"No way. I love you!"

"Did you ever do Sylvia?"

"Sylvia, hell no. I think Rob and I are the only two guys in the neighborhood she didn't try to nail."

"If you aren't BS'ing me, then you might be the only one."

"She made a play for Rob? Wow, he never told me."

"How come Syl left you alone?"

"Because of you and Brenda. Well I guess just you. I mean Syl knew we were happily married; she usually ignored guys she couldn't get. Why the fuck would I want her, when I had you?"

"That didn't stop her with Donna's husband?"

"Baby, you missed a big rumor on that one. Ask Brenda or Rob. Donna was looking to dump him. She set them up. Made sure they had time and opportunity and waited. That asshole might have been married to one gorgeous lady, but she was also a dog. Donna dumped his sorry ass and kept the house."

"Damn, I never knew. Okay, pervert, now back to you. I am still very fucking pissed at you. Do you know why?"

"Because I was masturbating?"

"Hell no."

Now he was really confused. I started a faster pace, keeping him off balance. "Care to guess again, you pervert?" Every time I called him a pervert or used foul language, his cock seemed to jump inside of me. Time to go for broke. "I'm talking to you, you fucking perverted bastard. Do you want to know why I am so pissed off at you? With your hiding in the garage, pulling on your cock, filling up my towels with your cum. I bet you used to lick your hand when you were done." Another jump and his face got red. "I bet you like the taste of your own sperm, don't you, pervert?"

Now I was fucking him faster, using my knees to lift up and then dropping down hard. He was clutching at the sheet and pushing up, grunting with the effort to keep up with me. He was unable to talk so I kept verbally abusing him.

"Yea, big stud with your porno queens, fuck me like you mean it. Come on, you can do it. Maybe you're imagining that I am one of your big tittied sluts, with your cum dripping out the side of my mouth as I bend down to kiss you. Come on, my little fucking pervert, fuck me or I'll get off and let you play with yourself. Yea, you can sit in the garage and pull your pud while I find a real cock to fuck. Maybe later I'll let you suck his cum out of my cunt. I'll have to take pictures so you can enjoy yourself."

He started cumming, and so did I. I was trying not to, but it felt so good. As soon as I felt his cum inside me, I went off. Damn, that was one of the best orgasms ever. I collapsed down on him, my cunt milking his cock. Yes! This is what fucking should be like. I recovered before him, so I kept going with my plot and plans.

Lifting up, his softening cock popped out of me, it looked so nice covered in nice gooey sperm. Rotating on my hands and knees, I get back on my pervert, in something we've never done, a classic 69 position. Grabbing his balls, "So you like looking at cum-filled cunts. Take a good look, pervert. I hope you like it." I could feel his sperm leaking slowly out of me.

The bastard actually started to protest. "Honey, why . . ."

"Pervert," I said squeezing his nuts a little. "I don't think you yet understand the rules here. I am still pissed off at you, and you haven't even figured out the reason why. You owe me, you SOB, so start paying. You like cummy cunts and you like the taste of your own cum, so do it, eat you cum out of my cunt!"

"Babe, I know you’re pissed, but you can't expect . . ."

Squeezing his nuts harder, "Less talking and more eating. While you are doing that I'll be playing with your cock." I felt a tentative lick. "Get real you bastard, you have been thinking about this for years." I pressed my cunt down on his mouth and started humping it all over his face, spreading his cum and my wet juice all over. At the same time I was trying to swallow his soft cock. Finally he started getting into it. I could feel his mouth and tongue. He was a bit rough, and his five-o'clock shadow was like sandpaper, but it hurt so good!

His cock was also getting harder already. He also realized that I was treating his cock just like he was treating my cunt. Good deep, firm licks got him good deep hard sucks. When he tried to slack off I would lighten up on his cock. He might be a pervert, but he wasn't totally stupid."

"You actually got him to not only lick your pussy, but eat his own cum. Aim, you are amazing!" I reached around and started teasing her breasts, tugging lightly on her nipples as she ground against me. She threw her head back against my shoulder. Her tight ass pressed against me. She was watching herself in the mirror again. Her eyes glued to her cunt, looking at how wet my balls were from her sweetness.

"You keep this up and you are going to have to screw me. I can't stand it much longer."

Smiling the whole situation, I start pushing her forward, slowly. My cock starts sliding out as she bent further over. She reaches out and her hands slap down on the coffee table, she pushes back and I enter her fully again. I keep pushing her forward, and I stayed against her. Using my legs we topple off the couch in slow motion. She ends up on her knees, her face and chest on the stone table top. Her beautiful ass in the air. I am on my knees behind her, my cock still buried inside her. I watch her looking in the mirror as I take one long, full stroke. Her eyes close as she shudders so hard she feels like a vibrator.

I lean over her back and whisper in her ear, "This is called the doggie position. Do you like?" I push her hips against the coffee table, trapping her so I stayed buried deep.

"Oooohhhh, yea. Don't stop."

As I pull out of her, as I move backward, I pull back on her hips, dragging her body back along the cold, semi-rough surface of the table. I drive back into her hard and we actually push the heavy table forward a few inches. Again a slow steady withdrawal, pull her hips away from the table. I pause with just the tip of my cock inside her. When I feel her push back toward me, I slam back into her. The table jumps ahead several more inches. She cries out and starts cumming. Merciless, I pound at her pussy, holding tight to her hips. Her chest being dragged across the table. She kept trying to brace herself with her hands, but I was too rough, too frantic with her.

Screaming, she keeps cumming, I can feel every contraction as she gasps for air. Finally she falls down on the table, out like a light. I hadn't cum yet, I think I was a little desensitized from being inside her so long. As she started coming around, I started stroking again, long slow deep strokes.

"Wait, stop. I don't think I can do that again."

Ignoring her, I keep stroking, pulling way out and slipping back in. She responded by starting to push back again. This time she got her hands and arms under her. She was also watching in the mirror, biting her lip as I continued to screw her.

Running my hands over her ass, she calmed down and I slowed my pace.

"You bastard, what the fuck do you call that?"

"Little Death. It can happen when you really go over the top."

"I didn't think it was possible to cum that hard. So why are you stopping?"

"I'm not ready to cum yet, and you still have a story to finish. Shall we get back on the couch?"

"Okay, but I want to be facing you this time." I pulled out of her, looking like I was as hard as a brick. Her pussy let go reluctantly. I sat back down, and she straddled my legs, guiding my cock back into her. My hands started playing with her ass as she started her story from where she left off.

I came while he was eating me, nothing serious, just a little one. He stopped licking, but I pressed my cunt to his face again, trying to push any remaining cum out with my muscles. I kept going until he was hard again.

Rolling off him, I asked him, "Well perv, did you like that?"

He tried to avoid answering me, but I was in no mood. "Just answer the fucking question and quit trying my patience. You lost the right to lie to me. Did you - fucking - like eating your - fucking - cum out of my - fucking - cunt?"

In a meek voice I heard, "Yes."

"I knew you would." Snuggling up to him, I say, "Play with your cock, keep it hard for me."

He looked at me like I was nuts. "You're still not learning yet." Grabbing his cock hard, "This is my cock! Mine. You lived your little fantasy life while you left me bored in the bedroom. You wasted years of good, hot sex on the garage floor and I refuse to allow it anymore. Now play with your cock like you would in the garage."

Looking ashamed he started stroking his cock without any real enthusiasm. "You better get cracking, if your cock goes soft, you can go sleep in the garage with your sluts."

"What has gotten into you, Amy?"

"You can talk if you want, but I’m serious about my cock, keep it hard. Maybe this will help." I got down at the foot of the bed, and sitting against the footboard, I spread my legs open and started playing with my tits. "Come on, perv, jerk yourself off for me. Do you like what you see? Do I look like one of your sluts? No, I guess there is something missing. I know, cum for me you fucking pervert, cum on my skin, cum on my face, cum all over my tits. You know you want to."

His hand tightened and he started stroking for real.

"Gimme my sperm, you bastard. I want it all over me. I want to rub my tits with it." Talk about hooked--he started moving faster. I started touching my cunt, rubbing the clit.

"Maybe you want to cum on my pussy. Look at my cunt, MY cunt, the cunt you fucked, the cunt you just sucked your cum out of. And you loved it, you sick bastard." Turning over, I got on my hands and shoved my ass toward him. "How about cumming on my ass? I know maybe you want to fuck my ass? Do you want to fuck my virgin ass, like you fucked my virgin cunt?"

He groaned at that one.

"Tell me when my cock is about to cum. I want to watch."

I started rubbing my ass, opening the cheeks, letting him see my fingers touch my cunt and my asshole."

"Ammmmmy. . ."

Turning quickly, I got my face an inch away as the first blast of cum went high into the air. It came down almost right back on his hand as he kept pumping. Reaching out, I aimed him toward my chest. He came like a horse, what looked like pints of cream all over my chest. I start rubbing it in as he kept cumming. By the time he 'petered' out, my chest was covered in his slick stuff. He looked at me with wide eyes as I started scooping it to my lips, tasting him.

"Not bad. Kinda sweet. Well just don't lay there, you made this mess, come clean me up."

He started off the bed, I guess for a towel. "With your tongue. Damn, talk about slow."

He flushed, but got down to it. It felt wonderful, the attention he never before lavished on my chest, my belly, and even my shoulders. I managed to almost bath in his sperm.

"Now, while you do that, let me explain a few things. I am angry, not because you like slutty books, and not because you like to masturbate. I am mad because of two reasons: one as a wife and the other as a woman. As your wife I am mad because you had a need, a serious need and you never gave me a chance. You decided to hide it from me and I see that as dishonesty."

He looked up with his cum looking so dirty on his face. He wanted to argue.

Pushing his face back to my belly. "You don't have the right to argue. Your actions speak for themselves. Now the woman in me is furious with you. Years of Okay sex while you had the means to improve things at your fingertips, so to speak, and you never did. I felt that you wasted years of sex and gallons of yummy sperm on yourself."

He looked shocked, but his tongue got near my cunt. I hated to do it, but I was actually too tender for that right now, I felt raw.

"Here are the new rules: One; get those books out of the garage. Go get a new, and nice small cabinet with a lock. I want those mags and any new ones under lock and key. Two; no more jerking off solo. I was serious about being angry. You can only do it with me. No more waste. Three; things are changing here in the bedroom. Since you like to hide things, I am the one running the show. Think of me as your cock's landlord. Aside from pissing, you need my Okay before you do anything else. Four; if you don't like this, tough. You screwed up for years, now you need to pay!"

"You can sleep on it tonight. Tell me your answer in the morning." On that note my body decided it had enough for today. I turned off the light and pulled the covers over us, all dirty and sticky. I think he was still in shock because he lay down next to me, naked and smelling of sex. Just before I fell asleep, he spooned against me. His cock hard again against my ass."

"You really laid into him."

"Well he deserved it."

"Maybe. But you do realize he was also trying to protect you. He assumed that letting you know about his 'interests' would have sent you packing."

"It might have once, but now it just makes me hungrier. Speaking of hunger, when do I get fucked again?"

Releasing her hips, I lean down and start teasing her nipples with my tongue. She liked it, but she really reacted when I bit down on her nipple. She instantly started riding me. It wasn't possible to stay on her nipple, so I started playing with her breasts with both hands.

"What is it with my tits; I can't believe how they turn me on. And my nipples, I think they have been hard since yesterday."

She clung to me as she started getting closer. Her eyes closed as I watched us in the mirror. I wrapped my hands at her waist, practically spanning her tiny waist. Her legs were tight as she used them to push herself up and down.

"I'm watching you in the mirror. Your ass is wonderful."

I started squeezing her ass, she moaned in my ear.

"I want your ass. If we are going to play this dangerous activity, I want your ass-cherry. I want to slide my cock all the way up your ass until it's all in."

Grunting, we both started to sound like two tennis players.

"I want to fuck that beautiful ass. I am going to cum in that ass."

Words were lost as we fucked. This was no making love--this was fucking. She was pushing herself back down as hard and as fast as she could. I was pushing up as hard as was humanly possible. We started cumming in the same instant, her cry in my ear as I groaned with my mouth against her neck. She slowed but kept moving as I kept cumming into her. She was hollering something as my body gave out. We tilted sideways, ending up laying on the couch, still embedded in her.

"That was wonderful. How the hell do you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked.

"Fuck me so good!"

Laughing I slapped her on the ass and unceremoniously dumped her off the couch.

"Hey, no fair."

"I didn't want you to leave a mess on the couch."

She got up and then lay on her side on the coffee table. Facing the mirror, she lifted her knee and opened herself for inspection. Her pussy was red, almost inflamed from serious fucking. Cum was leaking out, which she would capture of a finger and lick it like a little cock.

"What do you think, porn material?"

"Aim, you are hotter than any porn slut could even dream about being."

She blushed at the compliment, a compliment that only twenty-eight hours ago would have had her fighting mad.

"But we can't keep doing this. Aim, you're great, but sooner or later either Dave or Bren will find out and we would hurt them very much. Or worse, one of the neighbors would find out and tell them."

She smiled somewhat devilishly in the mirror. "Don't worry, I have a plan!"