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Whenever I read accounts of first experience swingers I have to wonder what the hell we did wrong? Everyone else it seems has a smooth, perfect, exciting night with another couple or couples and go away saying, "Fantastic, must do it again!"
Our first experience was bizarre and put my wife off the idea for about f******n years, even then the imminent finalisation of divorce was the spur that persuaded her to try again, not anything I said! The second attempt seemed to show the first disaster was the norm, it was worse, it sort of exploded our lives, the only good thing was we got things into perspective and cancelled the divorce, shit, we were normal compared to some nuts out there!
First time we were led like lambs to the slaughter, neither of us yet knew the truth about swinging, and that is the women are always in charge. Always! Tell me different and I will tell you you are dreaming. Remember that and you might avoid some of the huge pitfalls out there.
We had not been long married, I was busy studying, Lynn had been snatched from her controlling parents to live hundreds of miles away and was starting to flex her wings cautiously. I was still being a very bad boy indeed.
One present we had gotten had been a video camera, these were big "wow" things back then, we knew of no one else who owned one, video tape players were still the big must have. For me it was a godsend, when Lynn proved reluctant to star in my movies I learned to hide the camera. If you find it odd a voyeur would spy on his own wife, well, what can I say? Call it practise.
One clip I particularly loved, I had caught Lynn ironing a formal dress in just her underwear, a last minute fix. She was wearing all the gear which made it so much better. I was so wrapped up with capturing the scene it never even occurred to me to wonder
why she was wearing suspenders and basque and fishnet stockings when all we were doing was attending a boring mess dinner.
A few nights later we were gathered in one of the cabins occupied by a classmate who was living on campus, most of the married men lived in married quarters like Lynn and I. These had become pretty much established drinking parties. Most of the guys had attended our wedding and Lynn told me to take the camera in and show them the film of the wedding.
After a few drinks we hooked the camera up to the guy's TV, Lynn had loaded in the wedding tape and I pressed play. We stared in jaw dropped amazement as Lynn, in black fancy underwear and heels, big breasts bulging over her basque, coolly ironed her dress and occasionally held it up, turning this way and that to show every front and back curve to the camera.
I made a dive for it but was beaten down and sat on. My classmates avidly watched the lot and then rewound it and watched it again. I would be lying if I said I was not excited, I was, I had discovered long since I got a kick from men admiring any girl I was with, even making out in a car I liked an audience, a kind of shared voyeurism, the thrill was nothing to do with me, but with imagining what they were seeing.
But overall was terror, some of these guys were world class gossips, some were married to women who socialized with Lynn. I was as good as dead.
Morosely walking home Rob tagged along with me, he was married to a tiny elf called Debbie, he used to claim she bought her clothes from the c***drens section and he had married her to satisfy his schoolgirl fetish. Rob was okay, but no one really knew Debbie, she was chronically shy and avoided any social events which included the wives. If she wore schoolgirl outfits she hid it behind coats or oversized jumpers.
Rob was in great spirits, as we parted he suggested I tell Lynn the truth and let her know how well the boys had enjoyed her show. Visions of having the camera rammed up my arse slowed my response.
"Well at least lend me the camera," he suggested. Wondering if it was his price for silence I ejected the offending tape and handed it over. "Aw come on!" He protested. "I want to see her again, in private this time!" He winked. "Well just me and Debbie!"
"Yeah right," I retorted, but gave over the tape, he literally had me by the balls.
Things carried on as normal, I waited for the storm to break, it got so I hardly dared go home on an evening, wondering if tonight would be the one where she was sat waiting for me, face expresionless as she gets when ready to murder.
The only comment so far had been when she noticed the camera missing, when I admitted lending it she just nodded. "Oh yes, Debbie asked if they could borrow it." For some reason it seemed odd to me, but I had other worries.
About a week later Rob wordlessly handed me a small sports bag in class, the camera was tucked into it. I tried to sneak it into the house but Lynn spotted the bag at once and asked if I had been buying. I mumbled about it being Rob's, flashed the camera and tried to stuff it into the spare room. Lynn was having none of it.
"Set it up," she instrcuted. "Debbie said there is something we might like to see."
I literally felt myself freezing in horror. Had Rob really shown it to Debbie? Was Debbie determined to out me, to teach me a lesson? Did Lynn know all and was she toying with me like a cat with a mouse?
Trying to hide my movements I set up the camera and hit the eject button, relief washed over me, it was not the damning tape, this was a new one with a neat label on it saying "Rob and Debbie" A quick grope turned up the other tape in a side pocket.
Lynn brought us both a glass of wine and we sat on the sofa and set the tape off. My vision swam, I felt I was going to faint.
The scene was Rob's front room, Debbie was ironing, wearing a gym slip and plimpsoles she was diligently ironing a white blouse and blue skirt which she fussily put on after smoothing, then posed for the camera in full schoolgirl gear.
Lynn giggled. I was wonding if I had fallen into the twilight world.
Rob walked into the picture and grabbed the prancing girl by the pony tail, dragged her protesting to an armchair, sat down and forced her over his knee, then started spanking her. It looked like the real thing, and certainly sounded it, then the skirt came up and the panties down and there was no doubt, her pert little bottom was bright red and crossed with white finger marks and Rob ruthlessly worked her.
I glanced at Lynn, she was staring mesmirised at the screen, the wine in her hand tilting dangerously, her lips were parted and her eyes wide. "I er... think they have left the wrong tape in!" I muttered lamely.
Debbie was reduced to a wailing, sobbing wreck and tossed carelessly onto the floot. Rob stood up, facing the camera, and stripped off, revelaing a solid erection pointing right at us.
"My God!" Lynn whispered.
Rob Caught Debbie by the pony tail, lifted her to her knees and roughly shoved himself into her mouth, his naked hips rocked as he mouth fucked her hard and fast, grinning whenever she choked, slapping her face if she tried to pull free. I made a move for the camera but Lynn kicked me and gestured for me to sit next to her, she grabbed my hand and firmly jammed it up her skirt between her legs, her panties were soaked and she excuded a powerful musk of sex I recalled from our nights in the back of my car.
Lynn watched avidly as Rob pulled free, picked the tiny woman up and stripped her while holding her up, then he laid her face down on the sofa, knelt over her and jammed up her while she shrieked and clawed at the sofa arm.
"Is he..." Lynn groaned. "God is he..."
I rather thought he was judging from Debbie's wild struggles, but Lynn swivelled onto our couch and pulled my head down between her legs, cutting off my view and the power of speech.
I guess we watched the clip a half dozen times before I finally managed to exhaust Lynn, my lips were swollen and numb by then and my tongue felt mangled. Lounging back, naked and finishing her wine Lynn mused. "They are going to realise at some point they left the wrong tape in it."
I was thinking of the ironing scene at the start, I rather suspected Rob had left exactly what he intended, but how would Debbie react? She was not the killer Lynn was, but I was willing to bet it would be shrill and public when it went off.
The next day was Saturday, Lynn left early to do the shopping, clothes that is, if it was grocieries she took me along as a pack mule, if it was clothes she preferred me not knowing what she was spending.
I did a bit of gardening, it was a warm day and I wa glad to break for a cold beer in the kitchen, minding to hide the empty can, Lynn did not approve of drinking before noon. Halfway through it, without a knock or an a "Hello" Debbie walks in.
I very nearly choked, then felt a moments relief, at least Lynn was not here!
For once she was dressed for the weather, I could almost believe Rob's claim about her shopping from the c***dren's section, she was barely up to my chest, but in perfect proportion, her legs were slightly muscled, sculpted, her breasts jutted aggresively and her brown haif tumbled over her shoulders, I recalled what a nice handy pony tail it made and felt a stir despite the situation. She was wearing a tiny tennis skirt and top with a spotless jacket part zipped up, she reminded my of my gym teacher taking the register. A bag jutting some sort of racket handle was in one little hand and she tossed it carelessly to the floor.
For a moment she looked up at me, and me down at her, then she asked, as casually as commenting on the weather. "Did you enjoy the film?"
"Da-ah!" I managed, leaning back against the kitchen top to stop falling on the floor.
"I wanted Rob to send something else, he likes it rough, or giving it out anyway, he forgets not everyone else does," she cocked her head. "Does Lynn like it rough?"
I gaped, be rough to Lynn? I had once nearly lost a finger just for pointing it at her. "No," I managed to get out, since she seemed to be waiting for an answer.
"Should be a fun match then," she said, making no sense to me. She unzippered her jacket, tossed it onto the bag and stepped up to me, put her arms around my waist and rested her head on my stomach. "Do you want to hurt me?" Her tone was totally neutral, as if asking if I took sugar in coffee.
"God no!" I yelped. She nuzzled against me, her teeth tugged at my T shirt, her hands slid over my hips and I could not pretend anymore what she was after. "Debbie! Lynn could be back any minute!"
Debbie laughed, her lips were under my T shirt and they buzzed against my navel, her teeth tuggged at the hair. "Lynn is not coming," she said it as if chiding me for forgetting something. "She is round my place right now, getting fucked by Robert."
Suddenly sure I had gone mad and was lost in one of my erotic dreams I grabbed her and firmly pushed her away. She looked up quizically, there was a peculiar light in her eyes, it made her look dangerous. "Does that bother you?" Her tone was bantering, but her look was very calculating. "The thought of your wife naked, legs open, while Robert fucks her senseless, bet she is a screamer, isn't she? Bet she is screaming right now, begging him to fuck her harder!"
The thought did not bother me at all, but it did do a lot else, without real thought I picked Debbie up, she weighed nothing, and planted her sitting on the kitchen side. her hands were on my face, stroking, pulling me to her doll like mouth, her eyes were a vampire's as it attacks.
"You would like to watch, wouldnt you?" She crooned, her little tongue lashed out to run over my face. "Yes I can see it! He legs curled around my waist, pulled herself to me. "You want to watch her being fucked by another man, you want to see her moaning like a slut." She giggled. "Oh and you so want to see her slapped and made to do it, dont you?"
i heard an a****l sound come from me, she was still talking but I could not hear her, her tongue was lapping my eyes as I shoved her skrt high and tore her panties to one side, my fingers found her cunt and it was shaved bare, dripping wet - and tiny. I hesitated then, Rob was not that big, either in frame or prick, I was no porn star but I was big compared to him, it did not seem possible I could enter her without hurting her.
Her mouth found mine, tongues warred, her hands expertly sent down my jeans and my prick hit the kitchen top, then we surged together. And stopped.
The head of my prick nudged at the lips of her cunt, and could go no further, I pushed and she slid back on the counter, I pulled her back, she gripped me, we pushed together, I felt pain in the tip of my prick as I slid in a tiny amount, she shrieked in my ear and bit at me. We were pulling and hugging at each other, but the slippery surface was not helping, I picked her up and for a few seconds she was held in the air by the rod of my prick, her arms and legs round me. We stared at each other in shock as a tearing, ripping sensation tore at my prick, she released her grip slightly and slid down onto the shaft, hard and painful, but glorious.
Debbie banged her head repeatedly against my chest as we stood there, panting, jammed it seemed, then there was a disytinct slurping sound and suddenly we could move, she rode me like a horse, pushing up her knees and her cunt climbing up my prick, then slid back down again. I pushed to help her and my knees strained, her expression was wild, I am certain I was hurting her, but she seemed not to care, she hung on and rode and pushed her mouth to my ear and hoarsley yelped. "She is doing this right now, your wife, she is fucking another man, the slut, her cunt is soaking for him, she is just a cock hungry tart getting what she wants!"
I moaned, bent and jammed up so hard she shot into the air, off my prick, then came back down with a jolt and screamed, I covered her mouth with mine to drown it. When I broke for breath she leaned back, her hands on the counter top, letting me take the wieght of her, holding her legs and plunging into her while she grippedd the edge to stop sliding, her devil eyes were hungry on me. "What does she never let you do?" She panted.
"Shut up!" I snarled.
She just giggled. "I thought so! Did you like watching Rob do my arse? Bet she does not let you do that does she? Stuck up bitch like her, bet she is always telling you what you can and cannot do!" I reached and jerked up her top to expose her neat breasts, she wore no bra. I grabbed one and squeezed hard, wanting to hurt.
"Shut up!"
"Go on, you know you want to hurt me, I wont tell you no, I wont refuse you anthing you want!" She licked her lips. "I will suck the cum out of you, every last drop and drink it down, Rob makes me do it all the time, he will make your bitch do it too, he wont take no for an answer, he will **** her arse then shove it in her mouth while she is still screaming and pump his jiz into her until she chokes!"
I slapped her breast furiously, but she just moaned and wriggled on the speak of my cock. "Do what you want to me, he is doing that to her, can you imagine what? Anything she does not want to do, he is good at working that out, and if she refuses he will slap her until she begs to be allowed to do it!"
I could feel my cum rising up my thighs, nothing could stop it now, I leaned over her, she wrapped her legs tight around me. "Harder!" She demanded. "Slam it into me, hit me!" I did not and she snarled in fury, struck at my face. "Hit me!" I would not, but sweat poured off me as I worked into her. ""I deserve it!" She hissed. "Whose idea do you think the video was? Think I cannot spot a hidden camera a mile off? I was here when she did it, I directed her. I told her only Rob would see it, her face when I told her all the lads have seen it!"
I hesitated and she seized on me with her words. "She really thought it was her idea to get Rob to film me in revenge and show it to you. She was going to tell you afterward she knew what you had done, why do you suppose she did not?" She laughed. "Because she saw Rob could do the things she really wanted, and you are too weak to give her, too scared!"
I yelled something and slapped her, hard, rocking her head to one side, raising a bruise on her cheek, but she just laughed more. "She is getting much worse than that!" I slapped the other side and moaned and began to shudder, the pressure in me was unbearable, it was gathering at the base of my prick. "Come up my cunt," she moaned. "Come now, and think, Rob is coming up her arse at the same time... oooOOOW!" She shrieked and clawed as a huge jet fired up her, pulsing over and over again, the hardest and longest shoot of my life. Debbie's back arched and her eyes turned white, she flopped like a landed fish. I came out of her and dropped to the floor on my knees, panting. i was dimly aware she was pressing something against her pussy, and seeing me she winked. "I am saving it for Rob to lick out, that is my price for my letting him fuck your wife."
She slid off the counter and dressed in rapid, economical movements. Gathering up her bag she patted my cheek as I still struggled to get my breath. "See if you can bring her over yourself next time." She told me. "You can watch us both do her!"
And she was gone. I sat uncomfortably, I stank of sweat and cum. With a groan I dragged myself to the shower and changed. A quick wipe down in the kitchen was all I managed before Lynn came in, she looked fit and alert, but very angry, her eyes darted around the kitchen, over me, I could see she noted the damp hair and change of clothes. "Debbie was here," she said flatly, it was not a question.
"And you have been at Rob's" I retorted, determined not to be forced on the defensive.
Lynn found the can and made a point of emptying it and throwing it. "Debbie does not come here again, ever! And we never go to their place, understand?"
I thought I did, and it was rather disappointing, it had been a wild sort of a ride. "Was he too rough?" I asked, trying not to grin.
Lynn turned to me and looked me over long and hard, she was obviously on the brink of demanding to know what had gone on, but throttled back. "I will tell you what happened," she said. "And then we will never, ever mention it again. Agreed?"
I agreed, reluctantly.
"Debbie and I made an arrangement, just a bit of a laugh really. I went there while she came here, I made a pass at Rob." She stopped, bit her lip, she looked ready to cry, if that was possible. "He was all over me, but when it came to it..." She groped for the right words. "He could not do it. He got angry, slapped me a couple of times, blamed me, I tried to help but he just got worse and told me to get dressed and get out." At that she disappeared into the bathroom for an age.
When she came out we went to survey the garden and discus the work needed. During a pause I said. "I think those two could really be insane."
Lynn shrugged and said. "He slaps like a little girl. Now shut up, I said nothing more."
Our first experience was bizarre and put my wife off the idea for about f******n years, even then the imminent finalisation of divorce was the spur that persuaded her to try again, not anything I said! The second attempt seemed to show the first disaster was the norm, it was worse, it sort of exploded our lives, the only good thing was we got things into perspective and cancelled the divorce, shit, we were normal compared to some nuts out there!
First time we were led like lambs to the slaughter, neither of us yet knew the truth about swinging, and that is the women are always in charge. Always! Tell me different and I will tell you you are dreaming. Remember that and you might avoid some of the huge pitfalls out there.
We had not been long married, I was busy studying, Lynn had been snatched from her controlling parents to live hundreds of miles away and was starting to flex her wings cautiously. I was still being a very bad boy indeed.
One present we had gotten had been a video camera, these were big "wow" things back then, we knew of no one else who owned one, video tape players were still the big must have. For me it was a godsend, when Lynn proved reluctant to star in my movies I learned to hide the camera. If you find it odd a voyeur would spy on his own wife, well, what can I say? Call it practise.
One clip I particularly loved, I had caught Lynn ironing a formal dress in just her underwear, a last minute fix. She was wearing all the gear which made it so much better. I was so wrapped up with capturing the scene it never even occurred to me to wonder
why she was wearing suspenders and basque and fishnet stockings when all we were doing was attending a boring mess dinner.
A few nights later we were gathered in one of the cabins occupied by a classmate who was living on campus, most of the married men lived in married quarters like Lynn and I. These had become pretty much established drinking parties. Most of the guys had attended our wedding and Lynn told me to take the camera in and show them the film of the wedding.
After a few drinks we hooked the camera up to the guy's TV, Lynn had loaded in the wedding tape and I pressed play. We stared in jaw dropped amazement as Lynn, in black fancy underwear and heels, big breasts bulging over her basque, coolly ironed her dress and occasionally held it up, turning this way and that to show every front and back curve to the camera.
I made a dive for it but was beaten down and sat on. My classmates avidly watched the lot and then rewound it and watched it again. I would be lying if I said I was not excited, I was, I had discovered long since I got a kick from men admiring any girl I was with, even making out in a car I liked an audience, a kind of shared voyeurism, the thrill was nothing to do with me, but with imagining what they were seeing.
But overall was terror, some of these guys were world class gossips, some were married to women who socialized with Lynn. I was as good as dead.
Morosely walking home Rob tagged along with me, he was married to a tiny elf called Debbie, he used to claim she bought her clothes from the c***drens section and he had married her to satisfy his schoolgirl fetish. Rob was okay, but no one really knew Debbie, she was chronically shy and avoided any social events which included the wives. If she wore schoolgirl outfits she hid it behind coats or oversized jumpers.
Rob was in great spirits, as we parted he suggested I tell Lynn the truth and let her know how well the boys had enjoyed her show. Visions of having the camera rammed up my arse slowed my response.
"Well at least lend me the camera," he suggested. Wondering if it was his price for silence I ejected the offending tape and handed it over. "Aw come on!" He protested. "I want to see her again, in private this time!" He winked. "Well just me and Debbie!"
"Yeah right," I retorted, but gave over the tape, he literally had me by the balls.
Things carried on as normal, I waited for the storm to break, it got so I hardly dared go home on an evening, wondering if tonight would be the one where she was sat waiting for me, face expresionless as she gets when ready to murder.
The only comment so far had been when she noticed the camera missing, when I admitted lending it she just nodded. "Oh yes, Debbie asked if they could borrow it." For some reason it seemed odd to me, but I had other worries.
About a week later Rob wordlessly handed me a small sports bag in class, the camera was tucked into it. I tried to sneak it into the house but Lynn spotted the bag at once and asked if I had been buying. I mumbled about it being Rob's, flashed the camera and tried to stuff it into the spare room. Lynn was having none of it.
"Set it up," she instrcuted. "Debbie said there is something we might like to see."
I literally felt myself freezing in horror. Had Rob really shown it to Debbie? Was Debbie determined to out me, to teach me a lesson? Did Lynn know all and was she toying with me like a cat with a mouse?
Trying to hide my movements I set up the camera and hit the eject button, relief washed over me, it was not the damning tape, this was a new one with a neat label on it saying "Rob and Debbie" A quick grope turned up the other tape in a side pocket.
Lynn brought us both a glass of wine and we sat on the sofa and set the tape off. My vision swam, I felt I was going to faint.
The scene was Rob's front room, Debbie was ironing, wearing a gym slip and plimpsoles she was diligently ironing a white blouse and blue skirt which she fussily put on after smoothing, then posed for the camera in full schoolgirl gear.
Lynn giggled. I was wonding if I had fallen into the twilight world.
Rob walked into the picture and grabbed the prancing girl by the pony tail, dragged her protesting to an armchair, sat down and forced her over his knee, then started spanking her. It looked like the real thing, and certainly sounded it, then the skirt came up and the panties down and there was no doubt, her pert little bottom was bright red and crossed with white finger marks and Rob ruthlessly worked her.
I glanced at Lynn, she was staring mesmirised at the screen, the wine in her hand tilting dangerously, her lips were parted and her eyes wide. "I er... think they have left the wrong tape in!" I muttered lamely.
Debbie was reduced to a wailing, sobbing wreck and tossed carelessly onto the floot. Rob stood up, facing the camera, and stripped off, revelaing a solid erection pointing right at us.
"My God!" Lynn whispered.
Rob Caught Debbie by the pony tail, lifted her to her knees and roughly shoved himself into her mouth, his naked hips rocked as he mouth fucked her hard and fast, grinning whenever she choked, slapping her face if she tried to pull free. I made a move for the camera but Lynn kicked me and gestured for me to sit next to her, she grabbed my hand and firmly jammed it up her skirt between her legs, her panties were soaked and she excuded a powerful musk of sex I recalled from our nights in the back of my car.
Lynn watched avidly as Rob pulled free, picked the tiny woman up and stripped her while holding her up, then he laid her face down on the sofa, knelt over her and jammed up her while she shrieked and clawed at the sofa arm.
"Is he..." Lynn groaned. "God is he..."
I rather thought he was judging from Debbie's wild struggles, but Lynn swivelled onto our couch and pulled my head down between her legs, cutting off my view and the power of speech.
I guess we watched the clip a half dozen times before I finally managed to exhaust Lynn, my lips were swollen and numb by then and my tongue felt mangled. Lounging back, naked and finishing her wine Lynn mused. "They are going to realise at some point they left the wrong tape in it."
I was thinking of the ironing scene at the start, I rather suspected Rob had left exactly what he intended, but how would Debbie react? She was not the killer Lynn was, but I was willing to bet it would be shrill and public when it went off.
The next day was Saturday, Lynn left early to do the shopping, clothes that is, if it was grocieries she took me along as a pack mule, if it was clothes she preferred me not knowing what she was spending.
I did a bit of gardening, it was a warm day and I wa glad to break for a cold beer in the kitchen, minding to hide the empty can, Lynn did not approve of drinking before noon. Halfway through it, without a knock or an a "Hello" Debbie walks in.
I very nearly choked, then felt a moments relief, at least Lynn was not here!
For once she was dressed for the weather, I could almost believe Rob's claim about her shopping from the c***dren's section, she was barely up to my chest, but in perfect proportion, her legs were slightly muscled, sculpted, her breasts jutted aggresively and her brown haif tumbled over her shoulders, I recalled what a nice handy pony tail it made and felt a stir despite the situation. She was wearing a tiny tennis skirt and top with a spotless jacket part zipped up, she reminded my of my gym teacher taking the register. A bag jutting some sort of racket handle was in one little hand and she tossed it carelessly to the floor.
For a moment she looked up at me, and me down at her, then she asked, as casually as commenting on the weather. "Did you enjoy the film?"
"Da-ah!" I managed, leaning back against the kitchen top to stop falling on the floor.
"I wanted Rob to send something else, he likes it rough, or giving it out anyway, he forgets not everyone else does," she cocked her head. "Does Lynn like it rough?"
I gaped, be rough to Lynn? I had once nearly lost a finger just for pointing it at her. "No," I managed to get out, since she seemed to be waiting for an answer.
"Should be a fun match then," she said, making no sense to me. She unzippered her jacket, tossed it onto the bag and stepped up to me, put her arms around my waist and rested her head on my stomach. "Do you want to hurt me?" Her tone was totally neutral, as if asking if I took sugar in coffee.
"God no!" I yelped. She nuzzled against me, her teeth tugged at my T shirt, her hands slid over my hips and I could not pretend anymore what she was after. "Debbie! Lynn could be back any minute!"
Debbie laughed, her lips were under my T shirt and they buzzed against my navel, her teeth tuggged at the hair. "Lynn is not coming," she said it as if chiding me for forgetting something. "She is round my place right now, getting fucked by Robert."
Suddenly sure I had gone mad and was lost in one of my erotic dreams I grabbed her and firmly pushed her away. She looked up quizically, there was a peculiar light in her eyes, it made her look dangerous. "Does that bother you?" Her tone was bantering, but her look was very calculating. "The thought of your wife naked, legs open, while Robert fucks her senseless, bet she is a screamer, isn't she? Bet she is screaming right now, begging him to fuck her harder!"
The thought did not bother me at all, but it did do a lot else, without real thought I picked Debbie up, she weighed nothing, and planted her sitting on the kitchen side. her hands were on my face, stroking, pulling me to her doll like mouth, her eyes were a vampire's as it attacks.
"You would like to watch, wouldnt you?" She crooned, her little tongue lashed out to run over my face. "Yes I can see it! He legs curled around my waist, pulled herself to me. "You want to watch her being fucked by another man, you want to see her moaning like a slut." She giggled. "Oh and you so want to see her slapped and made to do it, dont you?"
i heard an a****l sound come from me, she was still talking but I could not hear her, her tongue was lapping my eyes as I shoved her skrt high and tore her panties to one side, my fingers found her cunt and it was shaved bare, dripping wet - and tiny. I hesitated then, Rob was not that big, either in frame or prick, I was no porn star but I was big compared to him, it did not seem possible I could enter her without hurting her.
Her mouth found mine, tongues warred, her hands expertly sent down my jeans and my prick hit the kitchen top, then we surged together. And stopped.
The head of my prick nudged at the lips of her cunt, and could go no further, I pushed and she slid back on the counter, I pulled her back, she gripped me, we pushed together, I felt pain in the tip of my prick as I slid in a tiny amount, she shrieked in my ear and bit at me. We were pulling and hugging at each other, but the slippery surface was not helping, I picked her up and for a few seconds she was held in the air by the rod of my prick, her arms and legs round me. We stared at each other in shock as a tearing, ripping sensation tore at my prick, she released her grip slightly and slid down onto the shaft, hard and painful, but glorious.
Debbie banged her head repeatedly against my chest as we stood there, panting, jammed it seemed, then there was a disytinct slurping sound and suddenly we could move, she rode me like a horse, pushing up her knees and her cunt climbing up my prick, then slid back down again. I pushed to help her and my knees strained, her expression was wild, I am certain I was hurting her, but she seemed not to care, she hung on and rode and pushed her mouth to my ear and hoarsley yelped. "She is doing this right now, your wife, she is fucking another man, the slut, her cunt is soaking for him, she is just a cock hungry tart getting what she wants!"
I moaned, bent and jammed up so hard she shot into the air, off my prick, then came back down with a jolt and screamed, I covered her mouth with mine to drown it. When I broke for breath she leaned back, her hands on the counter top, letting me take the wieght of her, holding her legs and plunging into her while she grippedd the edge to stop sliding, her devil eyes were hungry on me. "What does she never let you do?" She panted.
"Shut up!" I snarled.
She just giggled. "I thought so! Did you like watching Rob do my arse? Bet she does not let you do that does she? Stuck up bitch like her, bet she is always telling you what you can and cannot do!" I reached and jerked up her top to expose her neat breasts, she wore no bra. I grabbed one and squeezed hard, wanting to hurt.
"Shut up!"
"Go on, you know you want to hurt me, I wont tell you no, I wont refuse you anthing you want!" She licked her lips. "I will suck the cum out of you, every last drop and drink it down, Rob makes me do it all the time, he will make your bitch do it too, he wont take no for an answer, he will **** her arse then shove it in her mouth while she is still screaming and pump his jiz into her until she chokes!"
I slapped her breast furiously, but she just moaned and wriggled on the speak of my cock. "Do what you want to me, he is doing that to her, can you imagine what? Anything she does not want to do, he is good at working that out, and if she refuses he will slap her until she begs to be allowed to do it!"
I could feel my cum rising up my thighs, nothing could stop it now, I leaned over her, she wrapped her legs tight around me. "Harder!" She demanded. "Slam it into me, hit me!" I did not and she snarled in fury, struck at my face. "Hit me!" I would not, but sweat poured off me as I worked into her. ""I deserve it!" She hissed. "Whose idea do you think the video was? Think I cannot spot a hidden camera a mile off? I was here when she did it, I directed her. I told her only Rob would see it, her face when I told her all the lads have seen it!"
I hesitated and she seized on me with her words. "She really thought it was her idea to get Rob to film me in revenge and show it to you. She was going to tell you afterward she knew what you had done, why do you suppose she did not?" She laughed. "Because she saw Rob could do the things she really wanted, and you are too weak to give her, too scared!"
I yelled something and slapped her, hard, rocking her head to one side, raising a bruise on her cheek, but she just laughed more. "She is getting much worse than that!" I slapped the other side and moaned and began to shudder, the pressure in me was unbearable, it was gathering at the base of my prick. "Come up my cunt," she moaned. "Come now, and think, Rob is coming up her arse at the same time... oooOOOW!" She shrieked and clawed as a huge jet fired up her, pulsing over and over again, the hardest and longest shoot of my life. Debbie's back arched and her eyes turned white, she flopped like a landed fish. I came out of her and dropped to the floor on my knees, panting. i was dimly aware she was pressing something against her pussy, and seeing me she winked. "I am saving it for Rob to lick out, that is my price for my letting him fuck your wife."
She slid off the counter and dressed in rapid, economical movements. Gathering up her bag she patted my cheek as I still struggled to get my breath. "See if you can bring her over yourself next time." She told me. "You can watch us both do her!"
And she was gone. I sat uncomfortably, I stank of sweat and cum. With a groan I dragged myself to the shower and changed. A quick wipe down in the kitchen was all I managed before Lynn came in, she looked fit and alert, but very angry, her eyes darted around the kitchen, over me, I could see she noted the damp hair and change of clothes. "Debbie was here," she said flatly, it was not a question.
"And you have been at Rob's" I retorted, determined not to be forced on the defensive.
Lynn found the can and made a point of emptying it and throwing it. "Debbie does not come here again, ever! And we never go to their place, understand?"
I thought I did, and it was rather disappointing, it had been a wild sort of a ride. "Was he too rough?" I asked, trying not to grin.
Lynn turned to me and looked me over long and hard, she was obviously on the brink of demanding to know what had gone on, but throttled back. "I will tell you what happened," she said. "And then we will never, ever mention it again. Agreed?"
I agreed, reluctantly.
"Debbie and I made an arrangement, just a bit of a laugh really. I went there while she came here, I made a pass at Rob." She stopped, bit her lip, she looked ready to cry, if that was possible. "He was all over me, but when it came to it..." She groped for the right words. "He could not do it. He got angry, slapped me a couple of times, blamed me, I tried to help but he just got worse and told me to get dressed and get out." At that she disappeared into the bathroom for an age.
When she came out we went to survey the garden and discus the work needed. During a pause I said. "I think those two could really be insane."
Lynn shrugged and said. "He slaps like a little girl. Now shut up, I said nothing more."
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