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The three men were endowed with enormous cocks. When they rammed those beasts into her holes, stretching her to the hilt, she was half afraid she would break into several parts. But it was what she’d wanted. She’d lived so long with her husband’s deficient girth, and though the party ended with her exhausted and with aches where she hardly knew she had body parts, she’d never felt so satisfied either.

It was a complete fiction, of course, but the story provided my wife Cynthia and I with the same pleasure as always. I did my husbandly duty, worshiping her lubricious quim with my tongue as she read the story out loud with her legs spread. But best of all was that we knew who had written the story. The reluctance and hardcore stories written by our next door neighbour Emily had been our favourites for some time.

Discovering that the author lived next door had been a great thrill, even more so when we’d had our wicked way with her a couple of weeks ago. She’d been reluctant, but by the end of it she’d begged us to let her cum. She and Cynthia remained Lush friends, which we took as a good sign, but she had sent a message to my wife, saying, “You do understand that it was a moment of madness. I’m married, for goodness sake. George must never know.”

But now, as Cynthia and I lay curled up, postcoitally, my wife said, “Do you think it’s a coincidence that she published this story the day before George leaves for his cheese conference?”

“Hoping that three studs will just materialize on her doorstep while hubby’s away?”

Cynthia giggled. “Who can tell what she’s thinking? But it must be lonely for her, poor thing, with George away.”

I let a hand roam to one of my wife’s fondlesome breasts. “Well, I did suggest we might go over and keep her company.”

“Yes,” Cynthia said. “You did, my wicked husband, and it’s still a very good idea.”

“Unless she’s gotten cold feet.”

“Well,” Cynthia said. “Based on how things panned out last time, I’m sure she can be persuaded.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I said.

The next morning I met Emily briefly as we both unlocked our respective cars to drive off to work. She was in her officewear, black nylons, pencil skirt, smart jacket and blouse. “Morning, Emily,” I said.

“Good morning, Robert,” she replied neutrally, but with the hint of a smile, as she had every time I’d met her like this in the past two weeks. As I drove to work, I allowed myself the revelry of contrasting Emily the consummate professional with the Emily of her most recent story, putting herself at the mercy of lustful brutes with huge cocks.

This thought recurred throughout the day, and I was very much in the mood for carnal pleasure when I got home. If Cynthia hadn’t so obviously been dressed for a visit to the next door neighbour, I might have taken her right there and then, over the kitchen table.

Cynthia knows how much I love nylon, and had chosen black stockings today, along with red high heeled shoes. She was wearing a stunning red top, which fit tight and revealed just the right amount of cleavage. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, and when she bent over in the black microskirt she was wearing, I was delighted to be able to observe that she’d left her knickers off too.

“I’ve put some gear together,” she said, pointing to a bag on the kitchen floor.

“Oh yes?” I said. “What have you chosen?”

“Let it be a nice surprise,” my wife said.

This thrilled me, just as much as the sense that we were felons, or house-breakers, because that’s what the bag and my wife’s choice of words implied. “You know,” I said to my wife, “It’s all I can do to stop myself from getting stuck into you right now.”

Cynthia flashed me her most depraved smile. “Restrain yourself,” she said. “You need to be raring to go.”

I did restrain myself. Cynthia logged on to Lush, and after a while, it became clear that Emily had logged on too. After about ten minutes her status changed to, ‘away’.

“What do you think that means?” I asked.

“I think it means we give it five minutes, and then we pay her a visit,” my wife said.

It was about eight and dark when Cynthia and I made our way next door, trying to render ourselves as invisible as possible, with me carrying the bag with unspecified items inside. It really did feel like we were on a burgling mission, and of course our aim was most assuredly nefarious.

Emily took her time coming to the door. When she did, she was wearing nothing but a leaf green dress that buttoned down the front and didn’t quite reach her knees. “I’m busy,” she said in response to my wife’s greeting.

“I can see that,” I said, staring straight at where there the contours of obvious swelling were visible on her ample bosom. “When the hubby’s away, eh?”

I wanted to try and gauge her mood, but Cynthia was pushing past Emily, saying “Can we come in?” as if she hadn’t heard, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world to just barge into the neighbours’ home.

“You can’t just…” Emily said, turning and following my wife. I in turn followed Emily into the house, closing the door behind me.

We ended up in the living room, where a laptop stood on the coffee table in front of the settee. To my delight there was also a slim, black vibrator on the sofa. Cynthia was already there, peering at the screen. Emily had stopped dead in the middle of the room.

“Would you believe it?” Cyn said. “She’s in a private chat room with three men!”

“Figures,” I said, dropping the bag on the floor. “After her latest story.”

“It’s… It’s… private for a reason,” Emily stuttered.

Remembering the way mention of George had a certain effect on her, I said, “I’m guessing hubby still doesn’t know about your stories and stuff.”

Just as she had two weeks ago at our place, Emily became tense and nervous. “He wouldn’t understand.”

“I bet he wouldn’t,” I said. “Not after you slandered his tiny prick in that latest story of yours. Leaves you wanting more, does he?”

This unexpectedly seemed to galvanize Emily. “Anyone can have a fantasy,” she said. “There’s no law against it. As for going further…”

“Like behaving like a lusty tart in a chat room?” Cyn suggested.

“What has she been up to?” I asked.

Cynthia peered at the screen. “They haven’t got very far,” she said. “The men are busy discussing her in her absence. One of them seems very keen on anal. Em, dear, why don’t you come over here and tell him how much you want it up the arse? Just like you did in that story of yours?”

“I-I- can’t,” Emily breathed. “Not with you here.”

“Maybe I’ll do it myself then,” Cynthia said, causing Emily to sprint across to the settee.

“No!” she exclaimed, dragging the laptop across and typing in some words.

“You know,” I said, very slowly and deliberately. “I feel sorry for George.”

Both Cynthia and Emily looked up, and I saw that both got my drift. “What George doesn’t know he can’t worry about, can he?” my wife said.

There was silence before Emily breathed, “I’d like to keep it that way. You do understand that?”

I shrugged. “You know we do, Emily. We’re souls of discretion. Has either of us spoken a word about how you begged us to make you cum the other week, like some raving nympho?”

Emily stared down at the floor. “That was just… It can’t happen again. You do understand that?”

“Oh, Em,” Cynthia cajoled. “Don’t be like that. It was such fun. You did enjoy yourself, didn’t you?”

“You must understand…” Emily was starting to sound like a broken record. “George…”

“A married woman alone in a chat room with three men,” I mused. “I wonder if George would understand.”

“You mustn’t keep them waiting, Em,” my wife said as my words caused Emily’s eyes to darken with apprehension.

“It’s supposed to be private,” Emily said, glancing at my wife.

Cynthia obligingly moved away, finding an armchair and crossing her legs in an exaggerated fashion that afforded me a view up her skirt, of her naked pussy. Emily began typing, then she stopped, waiting.

“Bring the bag over here, would you Rob?” Cynthia said.

Emily glanced at us. Then her attention was drawn back to the computer, where she typed a few more words. I put the bag on the floor next to Cynthia, who unzipped it. I caught Emily glancing at us again, but mostly she was attending to the business in the chat room.

I went round behind the armchair and put my hands on my wife’s breasts, squeezing. “Oooh, Rob!” she responded. “Are you getting frisky?”

“I’m in the same room as two sexy ladies,” I said. “How could I not be?”

Emily was glancing at us, but then the computer demanded her attention again. “Have you told them you want it up the arse yet?” Cyn asked.

“That’s none of your business,” Emily snapped.

Cyn turned her head to glance up at me. “I bet she has,” she said. “That’s what that story was about; her advertising herself.”

“Knowing that George wouldn’t be home,” I said.

Mention of George caused a reaction in Emily, but not as great as when she saw Cyn retrieve a camera from the bag. “What’s that?” she said.

“You know what it is,” Cyn said. “We thought we’d give you a hand.”

“A hand?”

“We’ve noticed that you haven’t posted any new pictures lately, even though there’s clearly a demand for them,” Cyn said.

Emily didn’t respond, her attention once again drawn to the computer. I was delighted that my wife had brought the camera. It made me wonder what else was in the bag. I gave Cyn’s breasts a final squeeze before standing up straight. “If you’re going to frequent chatrooms, Emily, you need to give the men a good view of what they’re playing with.”

“What?” Emily said. “I am a person you know.”

“To them,” I said, gesturing at the computer, “you’re just a bit of skirt. You do get that, don’t you Emily?”

Emily typed something into the computer, starting when Cyn aimed the camera at her and took a shot. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a picture,” Cyn said.

“It’s not like you’re indecent or anything,” I chimed in. “Fully dressed, just sitting at your computer. Mind you, those rock hard nipples are a bit of a giveaway.”

Cynthia laughed and snapped some more shots. “It makes you wonder what George would make of the pictures if he saw them.”

My wife knew what she was doing. Any mention of Emily’s husband was likely to cause a reaction. “You mustn’t show the photos to George,” she said.

“Why ever not?” I asked. “Like I said, you’re fully dressed with the computer in front of you. Perfectly innocent.” I paused while Emily’s fingers moved across the keyboard. “Not like those pictures you’ve already published of yourself; your big naked tits and wet juicy cunt. I wonder what George would make of those.”

“George mustn’t…” Emily gasped.

“And those comments,” my wife interrupted. “So many men wanting to cum all over your tits and watch you rub the spunk into them. Not to mention fucking your tight, juicy pussy.”

Emily went bright red, though whether from Cynthia’s words or the words in front of her on the screen as she leaned forward to type, it was hard to tell.

“But those pictures are getting a bit old,” I said. “You need to put some new ones up, Emily.”

“No I don’t,” Emily said.

I moved round from behind the armchair, in Emily’s direction. “Ask them,” I said, gesturing at the laptop. “Ask if they want to see more of you than they’ve got.”

As Emily typed, I ended up behind her. I wasn’t going to mess about, but began unbuttoning her dress straight away. She gasped and put up a hand as if to fend me off, but then let her arm drop as she said weakly, “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting your tits out,” I said, as I pulled her dress open to reveal the objects in question.

Cynthia was grinning wickedly as she snapped a couple of shots. “Lovely!” she exclaimed. “I bet George would love to see these!”

“No!” Emily cried. “You mustn’t show them to George! Not ever!”

Cynthia grinned wickedly as I cradled Emily’s large mammaries. “Maybe he’d get the hots for you so bad you wouldn’t have to go online like this.”

“You wouldn’t!” Emily breathed. More messages were appearing on the screen.

Cyn shrugged as I rubbed my thumbs across Emily’s hardened areola. “Of course not,” she said, waiting for Emily to begin typing before adding, “unless I’m feeling very wicked one day.”

Emily paused with her fingers on the keys. “George mustn’t know,” she said. “You know he mustn’t know.”

“Yes,” I said, pinching her nipples as Cynthia snapped some more shots. “You’ve told us enough times.”

“What’s going on in the chat room, Rob?” Cyn asked.

I peered at the screen, only for Emily to tilt the screen before I’d had time to see much. “Whatever it is, she’s expressing a liking for it,” I said.

“This is private!” Emily snapped.

“OK,” Cyn shrugged, putting the camera to one side. “Have it your way. We’ll just wait till you’re finished.” Then, to my delight, she uncrossed her lovely legs and spread them wide. With the micro skirt on, there was nothing to stop both Emily and myself from seeing her naked pussy. “Mind you, all this has made me pretty fucking horny. Rob, love of my life, get over here and suck my cunt!”

She is so wonderful, my wife, but knowing that she’d get the joke, I grumbled, “You only want me for my tongue,” as I let go of Emily’s boobs and ambled over to where my wife was sitting. With my face between her thighs, I couldn’t see the other woman, but with Cyn as wet and horny as she undoubtedly was, I was prepared to forget about Emily for the moment.

Cynthia wasn’t. As I slid my tongue over her, teasing every inch of her leaking pussy, my wife purred, “That’s so good, Rob! You must have the best tongue in the world! Oh, Emily! You have to try it! Don’t you want Rob to lick you while you chat with your virtual fuck buddies?”

I dragged my tongue up to Cyn’s clit, circling, teasing. “Oooooooh! Aaaaaaah!” my wife gasped. “Get your fingers stuck in my pussy, love of my life!”

Behind me was the sound of Emily typing as I slid two fingers inside Cyn, who was by now extremely wet. I wriggled my fingers and tongue, wondering what Emily was typing, simultaneously enjoying the overpowering scent of arousal emanating from my depraved wife.

“Mmmmmm! Aaaaaah! I’m so wet!” Cyn announced. “This is what Rob does when I read your stories, Em.” This was perfectly true. “I read them out loud and get so horny. Big cocks stretching tight fuck holes to breaking point. Yum!”

My wife gave another loud moan. I wondered what Emily was thinking, what she was looking like, but kept up my duty, slithering my tongue over my wife’s swollen nub, digging my two fingers inside her moist pit. Cyn moaned again, in an extraordinarily exaggerated fashion.

“It brings back memories,” Cyn breathed. “I’ve had three men at once many times. You’re right to fantasize about it, Em. It’s the greatest feeling in the world!”

I sucked on my wife’s clit, making her moan louder as Emily typed. Memories were coming back to me now, of being one of a number of men fucking my wife – and not just three. It had been a while now since Cyn had acted the gangbang slut. Maybe it was time again.

“Oooooh, that’s so good!” Cyn moaned. “We could arrange it for you, Em. If you wanted to do it for real. Rob and I know plenty of men with big cocks who’d love to fuck an attractive woman like you. What do you say, Em? We could arrange for your dreams to come true.”

Finally Emily spoke. “It’s impossible,” she said. “I’m married.”

“Mmmm, oh!” Cyn moaned as I shifted my fingers back and forth inside her, lashing at her clit. “George doesn’t need to know,” she breathed. “Maximum discretion and all that.”

Mention of George made it impossible for me to restrain myself. Still working my fingers inside Cyn’s wet pussy, I turned my head. “Does George really have a tiny dick?” I asked.

“That’s none of your business,” Emily fired back, before her fingers moved across the computer keys.

“Why else would she write obsessively about giant cocks?” Cyn said?

“I’m not obsessive,” Emily said.

“Those men in the chat room,” I said. “Are they well hung? Have you got pictures of their big cocks on the screen in front of you as they tell you how they want to stretch that cock-deprived little pussy of yours?”

From the embarrassed look on Emily’s face, I gathered this wasn’t far from the truth, but she said nothing, applying herself to the keyboard again.

“Stand up, dear,” Cynthia said to me.

Something was up, and it wasn’t just my cock, which sprang out into the open as my wife unbuckled my trousers and pulled my boxers down. Emily was saying nothing behind my back, but there was the continued sound of fingers on keyboard. I wrestled my shoes and socks off, along with my trousers.

“Rob’s got a big cock,” Cynthia said. “But you know that Emily, because of how he fucked you a couple of weeks ago. You enjoyed that, didn’t you, Em?”

I turned, standing in the neighbour’s living room in just my shirt, grabbing my hard member and pointing it at Emily.

“It can’t happen again,” Emily said. “I have to consider…”

“George,” Cyn filled in. “George needn’t know. Have we told him about last time?”

“No,” Emily said, keeping her eyes on the computer screen, typing again. “But it’s not right.”

I laughed at this. “And you sitting in a chat room with three well-endowed hunks is?” I kept my cock aimed at the wife next door, giving it a little tug.

“But it’s not for real, is it?” Emily said.

This too was laughable, but before I had time to react, Cyn was speaking behind me. “We’ve got pictures, Emily,” she said softly.

“What?” Emily said.

“Of Rob fondling your big boobs. That’s for real, isn’t it?”

Now Emily stared at us open-mouthed. “Please,” she said. “You mustn’t show them to George.”

It must have occurred to her that none of the people in the room were keen to show her husband pictures of me fondling his wife’s breasts, but just like two weeks ago, it was as if she was blackmailing herself.

Cynthia played along. “Maybe we will, maybe we won’t,” she said.

“Please don’t,” Emily said. “Please, please don’t.”

“Last time you said you’d do anything for George not to know,” I said, bringing her own words back to her. “Does that still stand?”

“That was just something I said,” Emily breathed, returning her attention to the laptop momentarily. “I can’t…”

I was about to ask if she couldn’t or wouldn’t when Cyn got in ahead of me again. “OK, Emily,” I understand. “I won’t let Rob stick his cock in your cunt, however much he wants to. I promise.”

Was it just my imagination, or was there a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, matching the way I felt? I wasn’t going to find out in the immediate future, because the ringing of a phone interrupted proceedings.

“That’ll be George!” Emily gasped. She typed some hasty words before slamming the lid of the computer down and rushing from the room.

“Do you think that’s the chat room orgy over?” I asked Cyn.

My wife smiled beguilingly. “I hope so,” she said. “I can’t wait to get the party started properly.”

“But no cock in her pussy?”

Cyn got that wicked look in her eyes that told me she had plans. “Don’t worry, dear. You’ll love what I have in mind, I know you will.”

“And what do you have in mind?”

My wife leaned forwards and rummaged in the bag, bringing out a thick, red, veined dildo with a big, bulbous head, along with a bottle of lube. “I don’t know what kind of toys Emily has, but I thought we could at least try and tempt her.”

I still wasn’t entirely sure what Cyn had in mind, but I trusted her to make things kinky, and when she leaned forward to grab my cock, wanking and sucking me gently to keep me sturdy until Emily returned, I resolved to let things pan out as they might. I could hear the woman’s voice from the next room, but not what she said, other than the odd word. After five to ten minutes it was possible to hear from the tone of her voice that she was saying goodbye.

Reluctantly I relinquished the ministrations of my wife to turn, so that I was facing the door when Emily entered. Interestingly she’d done her dress back up while she was on the phone. Exactly what that meant I wasn’t sure, but I said what I’d planned to say. “So how’s George?”

“As if you care,” Emily snorted. She was definitely a bit more uppity this evening, perhaps because we were on her patch.

“More importantly,” I taunted, “How’s George’s tiny penis?”

This seemed to pull Emily up short. “Look you two,” she said. “It was nice of you to drop by…”

“Em,” my wife was saying softly. She was getting up now, moving across to the woman. “I’ve got you a little present.” She giggled. “Well, a big present really.” She was holding the dildo in front of Emily. “Don’t worry, it’s brand new. I just took it out of the box and put batteries in to get it ready.”

“Er, thank you. You shouldn’t have” Emily said, apparently unable to contravene the rules of etiquette. “I’m not sure I can accept it…” Perhaps she could.

“Oh, Em,” Cynthia said. “You must. I bought it especially for you, because I know how size turns you on. I mean, it’s even bigger than Rob!”

“I don’t know,” Emily said, but there was greed in her eyes. “I mean…”

“It comes highly recommended,” Cynthia said. She giggled. “I’ve got one myself. Don’t you want to try it at least?”

For a split second I thought Emily was going to lick her lips, then she reached out for the object, saying, “Later, when I’m on my own.”

I decided it was time to do my bit. “Doesn’t that sound ungrateful to you, Cyn? Seeing how you’ve brought lube and everything. At the very least we deserve a show.”

This caused Emily to take a step back. “No you don’t,” she said. “I mean I’m very grateful and everything…”

“Really?” I said, “Because right now you sound very unappreciative.”

Emily took another step back, but I moved much faster, rounding her so that she inadvertently backed into me, my stiff cock pushing against her deliciously fleshy backside. “What are you doing?” she gasped as my fingers once again began undoing the buttons in her dress.

“So unkind of you to cover yourself up again, Emily. Especially when you’ve got such really great tits. A real turn on, they are.”

“What…? What…? Please…” Emily said. She seemed suddenly paralyzed, standing there with the massive dildo in one hand while I undid her dress all the way down. To my delight, Cynthia had grabbed the camera again and began snapping. “Please…” Emily tried again as I pulled the dress off her shoulders. It hung on her left arm, where she was still holding the dildo in the air.

“Just a few pics for your fans,” Cynthia said. “If you want to post them on your profile page, I mean. Who wouldn’t be delighted to see you like this?”

“B-b-b-but…” Emily stuttered.

“It would be even better if you posed properly,” I said. “Got that big dildo stuck between your tits, for instance. A lot of blokes would go for that.”

Cyn kept on snapping as Emily breathed heavily. “This is wrong,” she gasped. “I’ve gone too far already.”

“Really?” I said. “Because I don’t think you’ve gone nearly far enough.”

Emily took a step forward, turning to look at me. “What do you mean?” she said. I thrust out my hand, right between her thighs, fingers grabbing at thick labia as my wife snapped a shot. Emily gave a gasp, swiping my hand away and turning to look accusingly at Cynthia. “You promised he wouldn’t…!”

“No,” Cynthia said with a wicked grin on her face. “I promised Rob wouldn’t get his cock in your cunt, that’s all.” She was fiddling with the camera, looking at the screen. “Oh that’s a lovely pic, Rob! You standing there with your stiff cock and your hand between her thighs.”

I knew where she was going with this. “I wonder what George would say if he got to see it,” I said.

“Oh, but we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Cynthia said, voice dripping with insinuation. “Unless… Maybe he’d get off on seeing his wife like that. Who can tell?”

I was expecting Emily to go into her “George mustn’t see” routine, but she surprised both Cynthia and myself by deciding to call our bluff. “Those incriminate you more than they do me,” she snapped.

This was interesting. “Do they?” I said, aiming for carefree. “It doesn’t alter the fact that you’re in them.”

“If George sees these pictures, we all go down together,” Cyn said, acting the Bonnie to my Clyde.

“You’re not going to show George any of them,” Emily decided.

“Can you be sure of that, Emily?” I asked, grabbing her wrist and pulling it towards me so that her fingers grazed my cock before she snatched her hand away. She lowered the hand still grasping the huge dildo, allowing her dress to fall to the floor.

The question seemed to chasten her somewhat. “Can you, Em?” Cynthia said, hammering the suggestion home. “You can tell us to leave your house right now, but how will you ever know those pictures won’t find their way to George? Rob with his hands on your big tits and your pussy?”

“How can I know they won’t anyway?” Emily said.

I shrugged. “That’s right,” I said. “You can’t. So you’ll just have to play the odds. What’s it gonna be, Emily?”

There was silence as Emily stood there, thinking. Then she turned her eyes to the floor. “What is it you want me to do?” she said quietly.

I put my hand back between her thighs, enjoying her shame, and the fact that she’d reached the decision Cyn and I always knew she would. “We want you to enjoy yourself,” I said. This time Emily made no attempt to move my hand away, and my wife snapped some more pictures as I teased a finger between Emily’s labia and moved it back and forth, paying especial attention to her entrance, wishing my wife hadn’t made that promise that my cock wouldn’t enter the next door neighbour’s pussy.

“I want to see you use your present, Em,” my wife said. “That’s what I want.”

Emily’s eyes went to the object she’d been holding all this while. There was apprehension. I couldn’t help but wriggle my finger into her hole. “Big, isn’t it?” I said. “But at a guess no bigger than all those cocks you’ve taken in your stories.”

“Don’t worry, Em,” Cynthia said. “I’ll help you!” She came across and took Emily by the hand. Reluctantly I withdrew my fingers from Emily as Cyn handed me the camera. “I’ve used my own so often I know exactly what feels best. Come over here.”

I watched as my wife lead Cynthia over to the coffee table and shifted the computer to one side. She took the dildo from the woman. “Get on your knees and drape yourself across the table,” Cyn said. Totally naked Emily did as my wife wanted.

I couldn’t resist snapping a picture or two. Emily looked so delicious on her knees, her upper body resting on the coffee table, her vulva on display between her thighs and below her fully-fleshed buttocks. Cyn got down behind her and pushed two fingers between her labia.

Emily wasn’t giving off any clues as to her state of mind, so I asked my wife, “How does she feel, Cyn?”

My wife flashed me a smile, which I captured as her fingers buried themselves in Emily. “A bit of lube and we’ll get that big cock in her, no trouble,” she said.

I had no way of knowing if my wife was exaggerating Emily’s state or not, but I obligingly fetched the lube for Cyn. She squeezed out a generous helping, which she then rubbed onto the woman’s pussy. I snapped a few pictures of irresistibly slippery and glistening pudenda, before saying, “Open her up there, Cyn. I’m sure her fans would love to see her moist cunt open wide.”

There was a tiny gasp from Emily, which both Cyn and I chose to ignore. My wife held her labia apart with one hand while I snapped more pictures of oily fingers penetrating Emily, who remained strangely silent.

“Do you like that, Em?” I asked. “Do you like having your snatch fingered by a woman? I know you never write about it, but I reckon you’re horny enough to go for anything.”

When Emily still refused to respond, Cynthia said, “Don’t worry, Em, we’ll just get you a bit more pliable, and then you can have that big cock you’ve always dreamed of.”

I snapped yet more pictures as Cyn twisted her hand, readying Emily. Gratifyingly something was happening to the woman’s breathing, which shortened audibly. “How many fingers do you reckon you can get in there?” I asked.

Cyn giggled, responding to the idea instantly. I snapped more fingers, my cock throbbing as Cyn managed to slide a third finger into Emily, screwing her digits into the woman. “I could really get my cock stuck into that shiny cunt,” I said.

That did the trick. “No!” Emily gasped. “You promised!”

“That’s deeply offensive,” I said. “What’s wrong with my cock? You seemed to enjoy it enough last time.”

Emily didn’t respond to this, but her breathing became that little bit more tense. Cynthia withdrew her fingers and grabbed hold of the dildo, squirting a generous helping of lube onto it and giving a rub. Cyn pushed the fake cock against Emily’s gloriously slimy pussy lips. “Are you ready for the big one?” she asked.

“I-I… don’t know,” Emily breathed.

“You don’t know?” Cyn said, sounding amused. “After all those stories about huge cocks stretching you to the limit, you don’t know?”

“They’re just… stories,” Emily breathed.

“Oh, Em!” Cyn exclaimed, giving the fake cock a little push. “There’s nothing to worry about. You’ll love it. Trust me.”

I took a few pictures as Cyn continued to push the dildo against Emily’s entrance. “A fuck toy for our fuck toy,” I observed. “Isn’t that something?”

This made Emily react. “I’m not your… Urrrruuughhhhh!”

Cyn had suddenly rammed the fat pretend cock into next door’s wife. “Take it, slut!” she exclaimed. “Take it like you do in your stories.”

I was expecting Emily to protest at the name-calling, but all she could do was gasp and groan. I slapped her across the arse. “Take it!” I told her excitedly. “Take that thing! It’s what you’ve always wanted, after all.”

“Ooooowwwaaarrrgh!” Emily moaned.

“I think she’s really getting into this!” Cyn said as she thrust the big dildo into Emily. I tried to get a good close-up of Emily’s pussy being stretched out, but it was all a bit of a blur.

On the plus side, Emily was now moaning like she meant it. Her body remained still, draped over the table, but sounds were emerging from her mouth and pussy enough to enflame anyone’s ardour.

“Be a love and get me that vibrator she was using,” my wife said. I rounded the table to pick up the slim, black toy, handing it to my wife. “Are you ready, Em?” she said.

“Oh, ah!” Emily responded.

Still ramming the big dildo into the woman’s sopping pussy, Cyn applied the vibrator to her clit. “Oooooooaaaaaah!” Emily cried.

“Sounds like she likes it,” Cynthia said casually.

“Why wouldn’t she?” I said. “We know what a slut she is deep down.”

“Aaaah! Ooooooohhhhhhoowwww!” Emily exclaimed. It hadn’t escaped my notice that through all this she’d kept her face angled at the floor, no doubt to stop us from seeing her expression, the combination of shame and debauchery as her dirty little fantasies came a little way to being fulfilled.

I aimed the camera at her. “Look at me, Em!” I said. “Smile for the camera.”

“Uh, uh, uh!” Emily moaned, shaking her head, as my wife continued thrusting the dildo into her, holding the vibrator in position.

“Don’t be like that, Em,” I said. “Think how good it would look on your profile page. Showing everyone the look on your face when you’re having your cunt stretched out by a huge cock.”

For whatever reason, the intensity of Emily’s moans increased, but she didn’t look at me, so I went back round the table to snap a few shots of my incredibly hot wife attending to the neighbour’s pussy, which was slurping loudly on the big dildo.

Seeing that huge dildo inside Emily, I desperately wanted to get my cock in her, and as if she could read my mind, Cyn said, “You know, in her stories, she always takes more than one cock at once.”

“Oooooohooowwwmmmmm!” Emily exclaimed as the huge dildo continued to ravage her pussy, the vibrations service her clit.

It wasn’t a no, so I rounded the table to where Emily’s head was bowed as she continued to groan. This was no time for messing around, and I grabbed her by the hair. “Look at me!” I said, enjoying the look of reluctance combined with abandon, as I slapped my hard cock against her cheek. “Now open your fucking mouth, slut!”

There was a groan from Emily, but instead of letting it out as before, it was lodged at the back of her throat. She was keeping her lips resolutely pursed as I pushed the head of my cock up against her mouth. “For someone who’s a raving three cock whore in her stories, you can be awfully finicky,” I told her. Slapping my cock against her again, I said, “Now suck on my cock, you fucking slut!”

There was a defiant look in her eye. There were more groans at the back of her throat, but her lips remained closed. I glanced at Cyn, who was winking at me. The hum of the vibrator ceased, and I watched as my wife withdrew the big dildo from Emily.

I felt Emily twist her head and released my grip on her hair, allowing her to look over her shoulder at my wife. “What are you doing?” she gasped.

“What’s that?” Cyn teased. “I’m not doing anything. Or is that the problem?”

There was a tense silence before Emily whispered, “Why did you stop?”

“Oh dear!” Cyn exclaimed. “Were you close to cumming, Em? Is that the problem.

The wife next door breathed heavily before whispering. “Yes, yes I was.”

“Do you want to cum, Emily?” Still a tease.

“Yes, yes I do.” Still no more than a whisper.

“OK,” Cyn said lightly. “I’ll make you cum.”

“Thank you.”

Then Cyn’s tone changed to demanding. “I’ll make you cum, if you take care of Rob with that slutty little mouth of yours.”

Tense silence, then, “You promised…”

“You’re still not getting this, are you, Em?” my wife interrupted. “I promised Rob wouldn’t stick his cock in your pussy. I didn’t say anything about any other hole. Be glad the bargain’s not for him to fuck you up the arse.”

“I’m up for that,” I said, causing Emily to gasp.

“So what’s it going to be, Emily?” Cyn said. “You suck Rob’s cock and I make you cum, or you refuse and we piss off and leave you to get off all on your own.”

Silence, but Emily’s head was turning, her lips parting slowly as she looked at me with that peculiar combination of reluctance and lust.

“I need to know that you want it, Em. Tell me you want my cock in your mouth.”

Emily swallowed. “I want… I want… y-y-your cock in my m-m-mmouth.”

This was good. Why not prolong it. I could see that dirty-minded Cyn was enjoying this. “You like sucking cock, don’t you, Em?”

“Y-y-yes. I l-l-like… sucking cock.”

“Can’t wait to have a big cock in your slutty little mouth, can you?”

Cyn was grinning like mad as Emily stuttered, “P-p-p-p… Please put y-y-y-your c-c-c-ock in my mouth.”

The woman looked up at me with glazed eyes, lips parting. Delighted by her look and with a clump of her hair in my hand, I angled my body, pulling her head towards me, finally getting my aching cock inside one of the next door neighbour’s holes.

Mindful of how difficult it had been for Emily to take it deep last time, I restrained myself, making her take no more than half my shaft, working it in small increments. I still had the camera in my other hand, and now I angled it, pointing it at Emily’s face, snapping a few shots.

“Mmmmffpphhh!” Emily said.

“Just a few pics of your slutty lips wrapped round my cock for your profile page,” I said. “I’m sure they’ll be wildly popular.”

“Nnnnghhhfff!” Emily tried, but with her mouth full of cock, how was she ever going to be understood? “Nnnnmmmpppffffmmmm!”

“Don’t be like that, Em,” Cyn said. “Remember, the nicer you are to Rob, the sooner you’ll get some more pussy action.”

I looked up and Cyn winked at me. When she stripped off her skirt, I knew there was something going on. I pushed Emily further down my cock, forcing her to concentrate as I followed Cynthia with my eyes. My wife had moved across to the bag we’d bought with us, and when I saw her pull out a strap-on, I was in seventh heaven.

Saliva was bubbling in Emily’s mouth. I snapped a few more pictures, working my cock in her with longer strokes. There was no more protest, perhaps because of what Cyn had said about pussy action, but there was a trickle of saliva running down over Emily’s chin.

Exercising self-control was difficult, when really I was minded to give Emily a good face fucking, but my real job was keeping Emily facing my way while Cynthia prepared. That didn’t stop me from fucking her mouth as hard as I could get away with, delighting in her eyes betraying as much shame as they did delight.

My wife moved back towards us, holding the dildo that protruded from her in one hand. It wasn’t quite as big as the one Emily had already been given, but quite thick enough. “What do you say, my love?” Cyn said. “Is the little slut providing enough mouth pleasure to deserve having her pussy seen to again?”

“Oh I think so,” I replied calmly. “The cocksucking slut’s mouth is such a sweet delight.

Cyn smiled, getting into position behind Emily. The moment of penetration was obvious from the way the woman exclaimed, “Nnnnnggghhhhhmmfffffffmmmmm!” It was so delicious I had to withdraw my cock from Emily’s mouth to stop myself from shooting a gargantuan load of cum straight down her throat.

Emily tried to turn her head, but I yanked on her hair, forcing her to look straight ahead. “What are you doing?” she gasped.

I delighted in the wicked look in Cyn’s eye as she worked her body, thrusting the dildo into Emily’s twat. She was well-practiced in the art, as I’d seen with my own eyes on numerous occasions. “Too bad there’s just the two of us,” she said. “Seeing how you’re such a three cock whore in your stories, Em!”

“I’m not… that,” Emily whined, but as the dildo hammered into her, she couldn’t help but let out a salacious moan.

“Get your lips back round Rob’s cock,” Cyn demanded.

I dumped the camera on the settee so that I could grab Emily’s head with both hands. Her mouth was open, though whether to welcome my shaft or just to moan out loud wasn’t clear. I held her, stuffing my cock between her lips. Emily twisted her head, but she wasn’t choking, so I held her on me, once again feeling the froth of saliva round me, and seeing saliva ooze out of the corner of her mouth.

Emily was groaning at the back of her throat, making it extremely hard for me to control myself, and this time I did go a bit too deep. With Emily coughing, I slapped my cock against her face several times. She closed her eyes, as if she didn’t want to show the effect Cyn pounding her cunt with the strap-on was having on her, but her moans told the story well enough.

“Get your cock back in her mouth, Rob!” Cynthia breathed. “Fuck her fucking slut face!” My wife tends to use the most filthy language when she gets really excited.

I pulled Emily back onto me. “Fuck her hard!” I urged my wife. “Fuck her really hard!”

“You too!” my wife breathed. “Let’s fucking spitroast the dirty whore good and proper.”

“Stuff her full of cock, just like she’s always dreamed of,” I agreed.

Once again, I was being too rough on Emily, who twisted her head. Once again I slapped my cock against her face as she coughed, a rope of saliva soiling her chin. “Make her choke on your fat fucking cock!” my wife said, now red in the face from her exertion as she pounded Emily with the strap-on. “Let the slut know she’s nothing but our filthy fuck toy!”

This was almost designed to get Emily to protest, and she did indeed try to twist her head, “I’m not…”

I yanked her head back towards me. “Shut up and suck cock, you dirty little whore!”

I fed her my cock, and as Emily made new incomprehensible noises, Cynthia, thrusting as hard as she could, decided, “You’re our plaything now, Emily. Nothing but a fucking object for us to use!”

“More a blow-up doll than a person,” I agreed.

Again Emily tried to twist her head to protest, but I forced her to keep my cock in her mouth. At the same time a low hum started up. My wife was undoubtedly once again vibing Emily’s clit as she continued to plunge her fake cock into the woman from behind.

How much dirtier could it get? I shoved Emily’s face down on me, enjoying the sight of frothing saliva between her lips. I should have kept the camera in my hand. “If only your big-cocked internet friends could see you now,” I said. “See you drool on a big cock and imagine it being them fucking your face.”

“Or imagine if George could see,” Emily panted excitedly. “See his wife as the total slut she is, having her cunt stretched and her mouth fucked.”

“Nnnnmmmmffffpppphhhhhnnnngggghhh!” Emily exclaimed, but this time it didn’t sound like a protest. The hum of the vibrator increased, followed by a shrill noise at the back of the woman’s throat. Her lips clamped down on my cock like a vice.

“You should do this for a living, and become a real whore instead of just a fake whore,” Cynthia panted. My wife can be really nasty when the mood takes her. Not that Emily seemed to mind anymore. She was whining loudly at the back of her throat. Cyn was really going at her now, her breasts bouncing so hard they were almost coming out of her top. “Cum for us, slut! Fucking cum for us!”

Then Emily was clawing at the edge of the table, her torso lifting from the table. When she twisted her head, I let her free herself from my cock to gain the maximum effect of her orgasmic screams. When she let go, she really was something to behold.

She remained draped across the table breathing heavily as Cyn pulled away from her and removed the strap-on in double quick time. She rounded the table, now carrying the huge red dildo instead. I made way, picking up the camera at the same time. My wife sat down directly in front of Emily, spreading her legs wide. “Look at me, Em!” she breathed. “Look how horny it’s made me fucking your slutty little cunt!”

When Emily just stared down at the floor, I reached out and grabbed her hair, lifting her head. “Do as your told, look at Cyn’s wet cunt!” I told her.

My wife was indeed very wet, her pussy lips parting to reveal the slippery slopes leading into her tunnel. Emily looked, and as orgasmic as she’d just been, she turned back to reluctant in an instant. “Haven’t you had your fun?” she asked.

“Oh, no, Emily!” my wife exclaimed. “I’m going to fuck myself with this big dildo, and I want you to lick me while I do it, Emily.”

The woman was looking as if she was about to object, so I chimed in, “Or failing that we could just have a cosy time looking at all those photos, for instance of you drooling on my cock, Em.”

“The ones George must never see,” Cynthia teased, understanding perfectly where I was going with this.

“George must never see!” Emily echoed. “Never! Never!”

“Then get round here and suck on my clit!” Cyn said, seconds later ramming the big fake cock into herself with both hands.

There was a moment of hesitation from Emily before she moved. When she did it was a little unsteadily, perhaps not surprising considering her recent orgasm. Cyn was stuffing herself with the big dildo with the same kind of frenzy she’d recently fucked Emily. The evening’s shenanigans really had turned her on, making her as wet as only my wife can get. I got into position myself, finding the best camera angle I could as Emily leaned over my wife and extended her tongue.

“Oh yeah!” Cyn cried. “Lick my clit! Eat pussy! Suck cunt! Make me cum, you dirty, slutty, cheating fake whore!”

When my wife’s in this kind of mood, nothing can stop her. I found a camera angle where I could capture Emily’s face, her tongue lapping away at my wife’s clit, and the big dildo stretching Cyn the way she loves to be stretched, a creamy ring adorning it.

“Oh yeah!” Cyn shouted again. “You’re our fuck toy now, Em! We’re gonna turn you into the dirtiest little cunt-sucking, cocksucking, cum-eating, pussy-stretched, arse-banged, tit-slapped, fake, cheating, skanky, slut whore you can be!”

This tirade could only mean that Cyn was close to climaxing. She had one hand on the dildo, shoving it back and forth in her dilated pussy while her other hand held Emily’s face in place. I snapped some more shots, but my own arousal was too great to contain. I’d spent so long with my cock in Em’s mouth, and now this view.

“Lick me, fuck toy!” Cyn screamed. “Suck my cunt and make me cum. You know you want to, you cheating fucking nympho!”

I could feel myself about to cum without even touching myself, but I grabbed my cock with my free hand, moving a little closer to the action. “Look at me, slut!” I barked. “Fucking look at my cock!”

Somehow I managed to time it perfectly. Just as Emily looked up, the first jet of sperm shot out and struck her squarely on the bridge of her nose. She gave a shriek, bowing her head as Cyn cried out. “Oh yeah! That’s so hot! Fucking cum all over the fucking whore’s slutty fucking face, Rob! You’re our cumslut now, Em! Look at him, you skanky, fucking whore!”

The last part of the tirade was due to my spunk going in Emily’s hair where she’d bowed her head. I reached out, putting my hand under her chin and forcing her head up so that I could spray her face with the rest of my sperm. At the same time, Cyn was wailing out loud, ramming the big dildo into herself, screaming between orgasmic shrieks, “That’s so hot! Hose her fucking face down, Rob! Turn her into the dirtiest fucking cumslut you know next to me!”

I was still snapping away, more in hope than anything. Back home, Cyn and I discovered that some of the pictures were pretty terrific, and others indistinct. There was one showing Emily’s face and hair plastered in sperm that we both decided was our favourite.

In spite of the varying quality, Cyn transferred all of the pictures to a flash drive which she put in an envelope and shoved through George’s and Emily’s letter box for Emily to find in the morning. There was an enigmatic note too. “Hope George never has to see any of these.”

To our delight, some of the pictures found their way onto Emily’s profile page in the days that followed. None of them showed her face, but all of them soon received extremely lewd comments from sundry friends.

To our even greater delight, Emily published a new story a week later. There was hardly anything in it to suggest that it was inspired by the events at her house, except for the plot hinging on some incriminating photographs that lead the heroine into a full-scale orgy of excessive depravity.

“Do you think she’s flirting with us?” I asked my wife.

Cyn flashed me her wickedest smile. “There’s only one way to find out,” she said. I watched as she sent Emily a message.

“The presence of our little fuck toy is required at the earliest opportunity.”

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An American Were-Hypnotist in London Author's Note: There are other Were-Girl stories out there by other authors, this story is not set in that universe. Everyone's heard of what happens if a werewolf bites you, but I'm telling you, there are even stranger were-creatures out there waiting for the moon lay heavy on the sky. Ok, here's the story, I was an archeology student, part of an expedition sent to deepest London to dig up a Roman mosaic; but that?s not important,...

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Husband and wife get the knott

This is not my story I am just reposting it.If this is your story and would like me to take it down just let me know and I will do so.Bernardzoophilia b********y masturbation oral couple Let me make it absolutely clear before I start with this true tale, I am not in anyway gay. I have never wanted to be fucked by another man or even thought about getting intimate with a member of the same sex. Sure, I love watching two women going at it, in fact, I derive great pleasure from seeing a couple of...

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Lucy The CockSucking Angel of Notre Dame Part 1

The funny thing is – it was a line-up that my three buddies and I had seriously considered leaving. I mean, we’d purposefully gotten out to Notre Dame as early as possible, and dealt with the early-morning rush hour metro crowds, when people are literally packed into the train cars like sardines, so we could AVIOD long line-ups at this huge Paris tourist attraction... but to no avail. After enduring a moderate line to wander through the cathedral itself, we’d exited and turned right to join...

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If youre husband wont satisfy you

I woke up with a jolt, taking a minute to work out where I was. Mark was beside me, snoring, as normal. I looked over at his clock, 7 O’clock. But what woke me, then as I turned on to my back, the warm trickle from my pussy, dripping down as far as my ass, I lowered my hand, my nightdress was pulled up around my waist, touching my bare pussy, it felt warm and puffy. I must have been dreaming, and the dream must have been hot. Leaning over I nudged Mark, he just snored and let out a loud grunt....

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriess3e8 Maree 57 company director from Nottingham

Series 3, Episode 8: Maree Our drone is flying in over the top of the Wollaton Park Golf Club in Nottingham on a drab and dreary cold day. The sky is grey, and the trees are leaning slightly in the wind. We come to rest on the fairway of the 15th hole. Four players, two husband and wife pairs, are wheeling their clubs toward us. We focus in on the two wives who are walking together a few paces ahead of the husbands. One thin, the other more ‘bulky’. We close in further on the bulky one ......

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS10E18 Ayesha Shah 37 from Nottingham

Once again – just as we have for the last seventeen shows – we fade in on the same bedroom set. A rusty old bedframe and a dank old mattress, illuminated in a circle of harsh light from a single spotlight. It strikes us, as it does every week, as the perfect example of the depravity this show has sunk to. It’s disgusting, and people love it ... So, let’s continue... From off camera we hear the clicking of heels on concrete as this week’s guest approaches. Those with good stereo-sound will...

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Randomness and Nothingness

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My Minotaur Part VI

It was, dear reader, a most trying time in the life of this lady. The least of our worries was that it was raining. While the droplets rolled off of Oluth, and Valsivale somehow kept dry with an invisible barrier, Saela and I were becoming soaked to the core. My decorative parasol was no match for the weather, and in time the dye of my dress was fading, revealing the frigid, supple skin beneath, my nipples pointing the way for us as my teeth chattered. Saela’s inferior little bust was also...

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My Minotaur Part 8

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Sacrifices to the Minotaur

Every seven years the Athenian youth shivered in fear, for every seven years seven youth, among the most gracious and beautiful, were chosen as tributes to be sent over to Crete. While the four young females and three young males boarded the dreaded black sail ship, miles from there on the island kingdom of Crete a lithe young woman was sneaking around the tall structure of the labyrinth. Her silky golden hair flowed behind her as she ducked out of sight to avoid a patrol. Everything about her...

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My Minotaur Part 8

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My Minotaur Part VI

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Beasts Chapter six Minotaur

"Is this it?" Clara asked him. "This is my home lands.” He answered. "Is it always like this?" Brick looked down at his small companion. "Yes, my kind are a loving, peaceful race. Clara, I will not swear this to be an easy adjustment for you but I do hope that you will call this home." "I know that game!” suddenly her ears perked up. Though still a bit floppy she looked excited. Her hand pulled on the cloak he wore, “Brick I know that game. Father always said it wasn’t appropriate...

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Sex With Married Teacher Of Lucknow

Friends, I am a teacher in Lucknow , this story is about my fucking experience with my co-teacher in Lucknow. Her name is Jaya Sinha (name changed) , she is so hot and sexy though short height her eyes is like sea, uska husband busy rehta hai, one day she said that mere ko subject test likhna hai maine bola aap mere ghar chalo wahin aaram se discuss karte hain. Wo maan gayin ghar pahunch kar maine coffee banayi fir hum discuss karne lag gaye uske baad meri nazar uske boobs par gayi jo bahar...

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Lovemaking In Lucknow

Hey girls and guys this is Aditya again with a smoking and sizzling story that will send tremors and shivers running down your spine. Girls looking for a casual relationship in Delhi or Lucknow may reach to me at Your privacy will be taken care of. This story is about Shwetha (name changed for obvious reasons). I met her through ISS only. I had posted a story “Hot Sex in Lucknow” to which corresponded and mailed me. She was a second year BBA student studying at Amity University. In her email...

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Hot Sex In Lucknow

Hey horny girls and guys, hope you are all doing well. They story that I narrate is a true incident that happened with me during my current stay in Lucknow. I have been in Lucknow for the past one year and have found plenty of opportunities to explore its vices and other evils. This happened during the hot month of August getting Straight to the story the girl in the story is Priya (name changed for Privacy Reasons). Let me describe myself. I am 5’9″ in height, weighing about 200 pounds and...

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Fun With Off Staff In Front Of Her Husband Without His Knowledge

Hi friends am new to this ISS but i am reading the forum for past 5 years more i have read so many stories on that time i like to be put my story also but didn’t today am going to narrate my story in a little brief. I am Aadhil(name changed) with slim body having 6’ inch tool. I like the aunties mostly like others guys. Today am going to narrate i had a affair with my staff at my office if there is a any mistake in my story pls bare with me also its not a story its a real incident shall we move...

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I Am Not Your Husband

“How’s my sexy man tonight?” The delicate feminine voice wafted into my ear on a warm moist breath, barely audible above the unruly clamor in the pub. The speaker’s soft lips grazed my lobe as they formed the words. Soft tresses of her hair brushed the back of my neck while an unfamiliar fragrance of roses and jasmine intoxicated my senses. I could feel her ample breasts pressing snugly against my back as she wrapped her arms around my midsection in a tender embrace.Rita was feeling much...

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150 Ways to Humiliate Your Husband

Originally from lov2dancecpl but I really love this150 Ways To Humiliate Your Husband 1. Tease your husband with sex and sexual ideas.2. Comment on how good other men look to you.3. Tell your husband you like big dicks.4. Tell your husband his dick is not big enough nor good enough for you.5. Tell your husband all your lovers are much better at sex than he is.6. Tell your husband he is a wimp.7. Tell your husband he is a fag.8. Laugh, grin, giggle or shake your head in contempt every time you...

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Ways to Humiliate Your Husband

1. Tease your husband with sex and sexual ideas.2. Comment on how good other men look to you.3. Tell your husband you like big dicks.4. Tell your husband his dick is not big enough for you.5. Tell your husband your lover/s are much better at sex.6. Tell your husband he is a wimp.7. Tell your husband he is a fag.8. Laugh, grin, giggle or shake your head in contempt every time you see your husbands dick.9. Tell your husband you can't wait to have sex with someone else.10. Tell your husband you're...

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Humiliate your Husband

Humiliating your husband is creating mortification leading to a state of being humbled. Here is a list of how to humiliate your husband: Tease your husband with the idea of, you sl**ping with another man. Comment on how good other men look to you. Tell your husband that you like big endowments. Tell your husband that his endowment is not big enough for you. Tell your husband your lover/s are much better at sex. Tell your husband he is a wimp. Tell your husband he is a jerk. Laugh, grin, giggle...

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Humiliate your Husband

Humiliating your husband is creating mortification leading to a state of being humbled. Here is a list of how to humiliate your husband:Tease your husband with the idea of, you sleeping with another man.Comment on how good other men look to you.Tell your husband that you like big endowments.Tell your husband that his endowment is not big enough for you.Tell your husband your lover/s are much better at sex.Tell your husband he is a wimp.Tell your husband he is a jerk.Laugh, grin, giggle or shake...

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My ExHusbands Life As A Transgendered And Cuckolded Husband

His name is Erik but he much prefers to think of himself as Erika. Who is Erik you ask? He is my cuckolded, transgendered ex-husband. My ex-husband Erik is very much a transgendered individual who along the road of life has had three failed but very lively and eventful marriages. We will discuss these interesting marriages very soon, but first a little background on Erik. Erik was born in 1964 and claims that he has been transgendered as far back as he can remember. Of course he had no real...

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How Not to Cuckold Your Husband

Melanie Edwards was not happy! To the outside world she would appear to have it all together. She owned a successful business. She had more money than she knew what to do with. She was fit and sexy which was confirmed every time she walked into the room and the heads of men and women turned to look her over. She was married to a handsome man who truly loved her. It would appear to anyone who knew her that she had everything that was needed to be happy.What only she understood was the contempt...

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Brad The Hypnotist

This is my first venture.. Be kind. I’ve spent three years in therapy and I still don’t think I’ll ever get over what happened. In the years leading up to my need for therapy I lost my wife, my daughter, my house, my job and my self respect. I guess I better start at the beginning. My name is Dave. I’m 39 years old and I held an upper management position in a well known accounting firm. I’ve been married for 19 years to my incredibly sexy wife, Amy and I’m the proud dad of my 18 year old...

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The Hypnotist

When I was in my twenties I was in a relationship with a man who knew me so well sexually, that 25 years later, I still get wet thinking about him fucking me.Gabe was sexy. Not overly good looking but he had a great laugh, was confident as hell and loved making me cum. He also had a great cock and did literally anything to turn me on. He found my weakness in telling me stories of other people fucking. I really don’t know how that started, but I still get myself off thinking of some of the...

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Stan and the Hypnotist

By Shamus Stan entered the dressing room. He didn't know why he was there. All he knew was that there was this feeling, a compulsion to go meet the hypnotist from earlier that evening. Doctor Drake was a young man from his appearance, some would say a hunk. He was very young to headline a Vegas show. Stan knocked on the door and Drake opened the door, warmly greeted him and ushered him into the well furnished suite. Stan felt odd by the circumstances. This evening was a strange night...

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Hypnotised to Quit Smoking Ch 01

My name is Kate and I am 28 years old. I have been married for 5 years and have a little boy. I started smoking when I was 14 and just before I gave birth I was smoking 20 a day. I managed to cut back but soon after giving birth I was quickly back to 20 a day again. Whilst my husband has never smoked, he has never pressurised me to quit. That was until our little son had arrived. I love smoking. Despite all the negatives, I find nothing better than kicking back lighting up and indulging in...

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Guide to Cuckold Your Husband

Guide to Cuckold Your HusbandTurning your husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding things you ever do. A successfully cuckolded husband will be completely submissive. He will satisfy all your sexual cravings, manage all the mundane chores of your life, allow you to sleep with whomever you wish, subject himself to any amount of humiliation you desire, and of course, love you unconditionally.But be warned, cuckolding can also be one of the most challenging things you ever do. The...

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Does Your Husband Know

“Guess who I’ve just befriended,” my wife said.She was lying naked on the bed, resting on one elbow, the laptop in front of her. She’d logged on to Lush while she was waiting for me.“Who?” I said, moving towards the bed, bollock naked myself.“Emily from next door.”“No way,” I said, moving across the room and coming to rest on the edge of the bed, so that I could see the screen myself.“Yes way,” Cynthia said. Normally I call her Cyn, because the abbreviation is so very apt. “Look!”I looked as my...

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Die Stille und der Clown

Jaqueline_K 2018 „Lass sie uns alle verblüffen“, stand auf dem Zettel, den mir mein Tischnachbar zu geschoben und der mich seit einem Jahr von allem beschütze, was mich verletzten könnte.„Wie?“, war meine Antwort auf dem gleiche Zettel, den ich ihm zurückschob.„Um 14 Uhr nach der Schule bei dir.“Ich sah ihn groß an, dass er sich so einfach bei mir einlud, aber ich nickte. Dann wurde ich rot. Den Rest der Stunde versuchte ich wieder, für alle unsichtbar zu sein.Heimlich, still und leise war ich...

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How to Cuckold Your Husband Ch 02

Now that you've cuckolded your husband, your job as mistress is only beginning. From now on you have full control and you'll need to use it. Your husband will need a strong hand to guide him. You'll be telling him what to wear, what to eat, and how to spend him time and his money. His only purpose will be to serve to you. Here are some ideas on how to keep up the dominance. SemenOn the surface your husband's semen can seem like an annoyance. It's messy, it tastes bad, and it stains linens. But...

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The World of Fucknowswhat

Hello! Welcome to the waiting room for the World of Fucknowswhat. Now, this is my very first story so I apologise for any inconsistences, (I will do my best to rectify as immediately as possible) spelling errors, (I'm an idiot mostly) and any other flaws within said story, that being said, I hope you can enjoy regardless! Now, onto the good stuff, I shall act as a narrator from now on, I won't be around all too often, I will just act as more of a recapping ethereal figure, now, the World of...

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