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PART ONE: Roy’s Story

It was around twenty-four years ago when I first set eyes on the woman who would later become my wife. Janice was waitressing at a Denny’s restaurant where I, Roy Brown, had gone for a meal. She was dressed in standard Denny’s uniform: dark brown skirt, light blue printed blouse, pantyhose, and black shoes. Her brown hair was pulled back in a French braid that went just past her neck, and her hazel eyes were fiercer than anything I’d ever seen. I was smitten.

I didn’t immediately fall in love, because it takes time to get to know someone that well. Nor did I lust after her, although her ample bosom and perfect ass were worth drooling over. I just knew that I wanted to make her my wife.

Janice was in her last year of college, working as a waitress to help pay the bills, while I had just graduated with a good steady job ahead of me.

She must have thought I was some sort of stalker because I pursued her from the jump, even before I found out that she was available.

I eventually won a date with her. I took her to a bar with a dance floor, and we hit it off immediately. To humor me, Janice wore her waitress uniform. She was an energetic and passionate dancer, drawing admiring glances, despite her waitress attire. Whenever I left her side, to visit the restroom or purchase more drinks, she was hit on and asked to dance, however, she didn’t dance with anyone but me for the entire night. That was when I started to fall more heavily for her.

A few days later, I called at Janice’s home to pick her up for our second date. I was waiting for her in the front room when she got a call on the house phone. Although I wasn’t eavesdropping, I did overhear a snippet of the conversation.

“Hi, David. I’m a little busy right now.” Pause. “I’m getting ready to go on a date.”

Listening to her call it a ‘date’ was music to my ears.

Laughing, she continued, “No, I don’t think so.” Pause. “No, David, I don’t think my date would appreciate my ex showing up. So, no.” Pause. “Hey, I have to go. I need to get ready.” Click.

When she walked into the room wearing a nice blue dress, once again with pantyhose, she took my breath away. She was a dream to look at; totally enchanting.

That night, we went to dinner at a steak house followed by a movie at a unique theater. What made it unique was that, instead of theater chairs, we sat on lounge chairs arranged around a small table. There was table service, and we ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses to enjoy while watching the movie. The movie was forgettable, but being with my lovely companion more than made up for that.

After the movie, I took Janice home and walked her to the door where she turned and kissed me. I will remember that kiss for the rest of my life. Her lips were soft, moist, and plump with just enough pressure against mine. She tasted wonderful and her smell was intoxicating.

Finally ending the kiss, she gave me a dazzling smile, before proceeding to walk into her house.

I floated home in a daze after what had been the best night of my life.

We continued to date and, although we hadn’t agreed to be exclusive, she only dated me. However, I continued to date other women. On a day I had scheduled a date with one of Janice’s waitress colleagues since I had some time to spare, and Janice was free, I asked her to breakfast before I picked up Wendy.

We had the most fascinating, unreserved conversations on that breakfast date. We really clicked and were oblivious to our surroundings. After we’d finished eating, I went to pay the bill at the register.

The hostess asked, “Was everything ok?”

I replied, “It was great!!!” of course.

Then she asked, with a knowing smile, “Would you have noticed if it wasn’t?”

Janice chimed in, “No, we wouldn’t have … like at all…” with a smile that lit up the room.

I really hadn’t noticed that we were all that lovey-dovey, but I guess we must have been.

After that breakfast, I felt what Janice and I were building was special, and I wanted to see where it could go.

I decided that I should call off the date with Wendy, but wanted to let her down gently.

When I got to the Denny’s, I took a seat and waited for Wendy to finish her shift. While I was waiting, Janice arrived for work. I was surprised, since I didn’t know she was scheduled to work that day.

I was worried that the situation would become awkward, and was relieved when Wendy walked out with one of her girlfriends. The girlfriend gave me a ‘fuck you’ stare that could kill, and Wendy shot me a look that said, ‘I’m sorry but I have better things to do’.

I guessed that Janice and Wendy had sorted things out behind the scenes.

I smiled, paid for the coffee I didn’t drink, and left feeling pretty great, actually.

Janice and I never mentioned exclusivity after that; it was just mutually assumed.

I rented a one-bedroom apartment and Janice moved in with me right away. It all happened quickly, and I was in heaven. I wanted her so much.

Janice was a terrible cook. She was the only person I had ever seen manage to burn boiled eggs. Seriously, have you ever seen burned boiled eggs? Yet, despite being an awful cook, she kept trying. I had to respect her perseverance, and I loved her more for it. I ate things that were barely edible, just to show my appreciation of her efforts.

One evening, about a month after we moved in together, Janice came home from work horny. I was asleep and was woken by this ethereal vision of beauty, as she mounted me and began riding enthusiastically.

I came inside her with a vengeance, and she laid down on me as I recovered from my orgasm.

“Holy mother of god, baby doll. That was great but, tell me … did you put your diaphragm in before you did this?”

“Oh… I knew I forgot something.”

“SHIT!!”

She desperately wanted to get pregnant, and I was woken that way six more times during the month. Of course, she missed her period. And the next.

Three months after we realized that she was pregnant, I asked Janice to marry me. Her reply was, “No! I don’t want anyone to think I trapped you into marriage.”

It seemed that she wanted to get pregnant, but didn’t want to be married to me. I felt that she had just used me for my seed, and didn’t want me as a person. I wondered whether she was merely a lonely woman looking to fulfill her maternal instincts. I moped for weeks until she started wanting sex several times a day. She told me that being pregnant made her horny as hell. I could never resist her, so I never turned her down.

In due course, our daughter, Jessica Ann, was born.

We were both college graduates with stable jobs and, even with Janice taking maternity leave, we had enough money to buy a house with a fifteen-year mortgage. Our little family moved in and we had never been happier.

We brought our daughter up together, making the most of each day. Sometimes we argued, sometimes we couldn’t get enough of each other – but every day we loved each other. We rarely raised our voices, or disrespected each other with insults. No matter how heated our disagreements, we always cast aside our egos and placed our love on a pedestal.

Janice and I had many friends. We valued their friendships and were always happy to help when it was needed. For example, when one friend, Ken, went through a disastrous divorce, losing his wife, home, and even his job, we took him in and gave him a place to stay for almost a year.

Another good friend, Jerry, got laid off his job, so we made the mortgage payments for three months, until he got himself another job. When he was back on his feet, he told me he wanted to pay it back – we told him to pay it forward.

Another friend, Abdullah, needed a few thousand dollars to buy an eighteen-wheeler for his business. When asked about the repayments, we suggested that he send the money to his extended family in South Africa, as they were in great need.

We could afford to be generous because both Janice and I had good jobs. I was working for a company that paid very well and was running a booming business. For some unknown reason, my bosses loved me, and I moved up the corporate ladder relatively quickly. I became head of the offices in around ten years, which might seem like a long time, but those years flashed past. My bosses eventually retired, and I took over, as part-owner and partner, eighteen years after I started.

There were three department heads who I worked with, but my most reliable support was Tina Billings. Janice and I regularly socialized with Tina and her husband Bill, even traveling on company trips together, on occasion. Tina and Bill knew how much Janice and I were in love.

I was discussing my marriage once with Tina, and made the statement, “I feel really secure in our marriage. Our love is so strong that I think it would even survive an affair, but I’m not going to test that theory.”

Tina broke down and started crying, explaining that Bill had cheated on her once when he was traveling on business. I held Tina for a long time.

Naturally, Janice had friends of her own. I liked that she had people she could confide in. Kathy was her best friend. Kathy and I got along quite well. We flirted with each other sometimes, but only in front of Janice, who I let know that it was just for fun. Kathy was a very good-looking blond – but not nearly as attractive as my wife.

Kathy was married to a man named Bryan. When Bryan and she eventually divorced, Kathy was an emotional mess. Janice was all over her, providing support and comforting her, while I stayed on the sidelines. On several occasions Kathy stayed the night with us, too upset to be alone. Also, while her divorce was playing out, Kathy stayed with us for an extended period, which was fair, since we’d supported other friends, but it significantly reduced my sex life.

When Janice and I first got together we’d often make love several times a day. After Jessica was born, the frequency was closer to five or six times a week, then to five or six times a month. Eventually, our couplings reduced to, maybe, twice a month – and less when Kathy was staying over.

I tried many things to get the spark back. I suggested counseling to pick up our sex life, but Janice wasn’t keen. I even visited adult bookstores and online sites, buying toys, massage oils, and other gimmicks. Janice loved some of the toys, but our sex life didn’t change much.

It wasn’t like I took her for granted, at all. From the beginning of our relationship, I had always made a point of romancing Janice. I kept track of our dates on a special calendar that I had at work, marking date nights with stars. Tina was the only other person who knew about the calendar and the stars. I made sure that the dates were a surprise for Janice, varying the days on which we went out, and varying the time between dates. To Janice, it would seem random, but it wasn’t. I had it all drawn out on the calendar. I wanted to mix up the dates so that she regarded them as a nice surprise, instead of becoming an expectation. I was determined to prevent our romantic life from becoming mundane or boring. I wanted to keep Janice as happy as possible. I guess that my ‘spontaneity’ and good intentions eventually failed as she had stopped taking as much trouble to dress for our nights out over the last year or two.

September 1st, 2017 will forever be a scar on my memory. It was a Friday – the end of the working week, but there were some chores that I had promised the partners I would finish on the Saturday. The ‘partners’ are all semi-retired and show up occasionally to make sure no one cheats them out of their six-figure paycheck. I don’t begrudge them their income, because they worked their butts off to be in that position but, as for ‘partners’, well, they don’t provide much support.

I arrived home, glad that it wasn’t a date night, as the last date had been a disaster. Janice had worn jeans to a five-star restaurant, and we received dirty looks the whole time we were there. It was so embarrassing that I was relieved to get to the theater. When we returned home, Janice told me she had been bored all night. There was no sex that night, of course. That was three weeks ago. Since then, however, I had gotten sex several times. I couldn’t believe my luck each time she came home from work and seduced me. I was hoping that our life was changing for the better. Little did I know.

I came home that fateful Friday night calling out, “Hello I’m home.”

“Upstairs in the bathroom,” Janice called out.

Wearing my best smile, and hoping to get laid again, I walked into the bathroom. There she was in a stunning dress. It was a beautiful midnight blue and hung just above the knees. There was a slit up the side of the dress that showed her entire leg and upper thigh. She was wearing stockings that stopped below the slit on the dress.

I about came in my pants looking at her.

Then she turned and I saw the front of her dress. While it wasn’t low cut, there were openings in the dress that showed off her cleavage in a way that made me want to see more. I could tell the bra was black and see-through. I had never wanted her more than at that moment.

She was applying makeup when she turned around and said, “What do you think?”

My heart was pounding in my chest, as I drooled out an, “I have never seen you more beautiful. Janice I am in love with you.”

“That’s the look I was going for, except I don’t want love, just lust,” she giggled.

“Is it new?”

“Yes. I bought it today. I played hooky after lunch. A guy I met asked me out tonight,” she said.

I stood there trying to make sense of that statement.

“Asked you out??”

“Yea. A man I met at lunch asked me out for tonight. I bought the dress to impress him. I’m glad you like it.”

My throat closed on me. My stomach sank. My face reflected in the mirror seemed to have a gray pallor. I backed up and sat on the commode. It was one of those moments you’re not even sure is real. “You’re… You’re… You’re going… out with… with… with… another man??” I managed.

“Yep. Don’t stay up for me. I know I’ll be late. Then tomorrow we can get some yard work done together,” she said, placing the makeup in her purse, and starting out the bathroom door.

I spun around, fell to my knees, raised the toilet seat, and started to puke. Soon, I had nothing in my stomach, so nothing but bile came up. Regardless, I kept throwing up.

When I was able to stand, I staggered to the door, and yelled, “The hell you are !!”

There was no answer, of course.

I made it downstairs but couldn’t see her car, and I knew she was gone. I sat at the kitchen, shaking and teary-eyed. My wife, the only woman that I had ever loved, the mother of my daughter, my soul mate was going to see another man. I envisioned her with some faceless man, kissing him, laughing with him, making love to him. I rushed to the kitchen sink to dry retch some more.

After I had recovered somewhat, I pulled off my wedding ring for the first time since she’d placed it on my finger on March 2nd, 1994. Twenty-three wonderful years of marriage, evaporated in a moment. What the hell did I do wrong? What the hell happened?

I finally started to come to my senses. My first thought was to track her phone and find out just what the fuck was happening. I’d grab the son-of-a-bitch and kick his ass. I worked out three times a week and practiced kickboxing on the weekends for an hour, so I wasn’t a fat chump, but beating him wouldn’t stop her from wanting him.

I was so confused, unable to comprehend why she had decided to do this to us. We hadn’t argued in months, so I didn’t think that she was having an affair to spite me. I wept in my helplessness.

I decided to just get the hell out of the house and stay away until I’d had a chance to think things through, get some help, and plan my next steps. I pulled some suitcases out of the garage, packed my clothes, and loaded them into my pickup. I walked around the house seeing all sorts of reminders of happier days, and wept with frustration again. The photo wall of our vacations was in the den. Several cruises to the Bahamas, Mexico, one to Alaska. Trips with our daughter to Disneyworld, Carlsbad Caverns, Washington DC., the Grand Canyon. I left the room as the pain of loss overwhelmed me. It’s funny that, no matter how bad things get, the day everything comes to a close, you start remembering the good times.

I drove my pickup to a cheap motel, not far from where I worked, checked in, and settled into my room.

My next action was to call Jessica.

“Hi dad…”

“Did you know?” I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.

“Know what?”

“That your mom has a boyfriend.”

“WHAT?!”

“Your mom has a boyfriend…”

“No, she has a boyfriend? No, not mom… Something is wrong. What’s the joke???”

“No joke, Jess. I arrived home to find her in a sexy new dress, then she walked out after telling me she had a date with a man she’d met at lunch. She said not to wait up for her….”

There was a long pause.

“Daddy…” she cried, her voice breaking.

“Daddy are you… are you ok??” she finally asked.

“Don’t worry about me, Jess. I love you. I just wanted to know if you knew.”

“No, daddy, I didn’t know. I’m going to call her and give her a piece of my mind…”

“No, Jess, don’t do that. Mom is going to need you. You’re her family. It’s me she doesn’t want, not you. Whatever you do, don’t stop talking to her and loving her. Please. This may destroy our marriage, but don’t let it destroy your relationship with her.”

I breathed out heavily for a few seconds, trying to regain my composure.

“Baby, please, promise me that you won’t punish your mom. Give it a couple of days before you call her. Tell her you love her, even if you don’t like what she has done. Jess, we never stopped loving you when you were bad. Don’t stop loving your mother.”

I could hear Jessica breathing and trying to control her tears. Finally, she moaned, “DADDY… I LOVE YOU…”

“I love you, too,” I responded, then ended the call, unable to continue speaking.

There was one more thing I had to do. I had to call Tina, but only after pulling myself together. I walked from the motel and found a liquor store. I bought a large bottle of Jim Beam and returned to my room. I poured a shot and downed it, followed by two more.

I called Tina.

“Hello boss. What’s wrong???” Tina was smart. I never called her at home unless something was very wrong.

“I can’t co…” I caught myself choking on the words. “I need …” I choked out. “Tina… My wife is having an…” I cried with overwhelming emotion. “Tina… I can’t…. I can’t…”

“Where are you, Roy?” she demanded.

“Motel by work...” I got out.

“What room number?” she pressed.

“114,” I choked out.

Before I could say anything, she said, “I’m on the way.” Then she ended the call.

I knew she would arrive quickly, so I unlocked the door and propped it open, then laid in a fetal position on the bed and sobbed.

I lost track of time, and the next thing I knew Tina and her husband Bill were in the room. Tina came to my side and tried to comfort me.

“Roy, I called Janice, but her phone went to voice mail. So, I called Jessica, and she told me what happened. I’m sorry, Roy. I know what you’re going through, and I’m not going to leave you alone tonight. So, don’t even ask…”

Together, they got me up and into Tina’s car. Bill drove my pickup to their house, following Tina and me. They showed me to their spare room and put me to bed.

I drank Jim Beam until I passed out, knowing that, when I woke up, I’d still be living a nightmare.

PART TWO: Janice’s Story

My problems started about a year ago, when Kathy, my best friend in the whole world, left her husband. She stayed at our house for a long time while waiting for her divorce settlement. Roy didn’t mind because he and Kathy got along very well. I often heard them flirting with each other – but I trusted Roy implicitly, and I knew he would never cheat on me.

The time Kathy spent with us was awesome. We both became quite close to her.

Her divorce was final about three months after she moved in with us. She got the house in the divorce but had no job. I found Kathy a position where I worked so that she could afford to live independently. Having my best friend working at the same place was a blessing, because it gave me someone to chat with at work and lunch.

Once she was single, Kathy started dating right away. She was very pretty, blond, and all the men at work were hitting on her. Both the single and married men. She dated, but not with men from work. She said that there were plenty of suitable men at a lounge she’d started to frequent.

She shared the details of her dates with me, and I would get so damn horny listening to all the intimate things these men did with her. I actually came on a couple of occasions that she shared stories about one adventure or another. I’d go to bed and wait for Roy to fall asleep, before playing with myself and fantasizing about everything she told me.

Three weeks ago Kathy came to work all excited. She could hardly wait for lunch to tell me about the latest guy. On the stroke of midday, she grabbed me, and we headed to her car, rather than the lunchroom, so I knew it would be good.

“My god, Janice, I can hardly walk,” she breathed out.

“I just spent the weekend in the arms of a god. A sex god… my god, Janice, it was the most incredible weekend of my life…”

“Okay, Kathy, tell me everything.”

“Just to make it short, he can eat pussy better than any man alive. I must have cum twenty times before he put a ten-inch dick into me, and it was this thick,” she said, holding her fingers where they wouldn’t close.

My pussy just started to pour juice into the gusset of my panties.

She showed me a photo of him on her phone. What a hunk! Then she swiped it to the next one. He was topless. What a chest! She swiped it again, and he was bottomless. His cock was amazing. He had such a strong veiny erection. I became very jealous.

That night I fucked my husband, Roy, like he had never been fucked before.

Our sex life had been bad, to say the least. I thought that getting wound up over Kathy’s guy before fucking Roy might be a good way to improve our bedroom interaction. The next morning, a Tuesday, I made love to him again, before I went to work.

Two days later Kathy told me she’d met the guy again, after work on Thursday. Then, on Monday at lunch, she told me again about how she had been fucked raw all weekend long.

I asked her if there were wedding bells in her future.

“Hell no… I won’t go down that road ever again. He’s just a play toy, that’s all. He sees other women besides me.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“No,” she said, smiling. “Why should it? He’s a fuck toy. That’s it. It’s like one of your vibrators. I play with it, then send it home. I don’t even have to clean it,” she giggled.

“Well … I do clean it … but I don’t have to,” she smiled. “Shower sex is awesome.”

I laughed, then said something that ruined my life, “Damn girl, when can I borrow him?”

Kathy gave me a creepy smile that I’d never seen on her before.

“Janice, you do know that you’re married?”

“Kathy, you said it was like using a vibrator. Roy doesn’t mind me using my toys, he paid for most of them. He used to love watching me use them on myself,” I laughed. “I love Roy, he is everything to me. This is just something to do. He would never leave me over something like this.”

We went back to work, where I had a very unproductive day, then went home. The second Roy walked through the door, I fucked him three ways to Sunday, and left him passed out from pleasure in our bed.

Thursday that week, Kathy told me that she had spoken to Todd, and he was willing to meet me at lunch the next day.

I went home and, as horny as I was at the thought of meeting Todd, I didn’t want to have sex with Roy. I wanted to save myself for Kathy’s stud.

On Friday, I dressed a little bit nicer than usual, wanting to make an impression. I walked into work and got with Kathy who complimented my appearance. Everything was arranged for us to take an extended lunch together.

Kathy was at my desk at noon. She dragged me to The Village Inn. Todd was already there, and he looked good. At twenty-eight, he was younger than my forty-five years old. Roy was in good shape, but nothing like Todd. His short-sleeve shirt accentuated his strong arms. He stood as we approached, like a real gentleman. My eyes immediately focused on his crotch, which boasted the biggest bulge I’d ever seen.

I don’t remember much of our conversation, but he asked me to dinner that night. He gave me the address of a nice hotel restaurant, and I agreed to the date. Everything happened quickly, and I couldn’t believe how I justified it to myself.

I didn’t go back to work. Instead, I took a personal day off, and headed to the mall. I bought a new dress for my date, and completed the outfit with a new bag, shoes, and lingerie.

When I got home, I took a steamy shower. I cleaned my kitty thoroughly, knowing he would want to eat me. I shaved my pussy too. I wanted to make Todd a very happy man.

After preparing my body, I donned the dress, stockings, and a new see-through bra. At forty-five, after raising one child, my breasts sagged a little too much to go braless. I decided to go sans panties.

I heard my husband come home and I called him to the bathroom. He came in and about had a heart attack. When I saw the look of lust on his face, I mentally congratulated myself. ‘YES!!!’ that was the impression I wanted to make. He smiled. I smiled.

I just finished putting on my lipstick, then turned and asked, “So, what do you think?”

“I have never seen you more beautiful. Janice I am in love with you.”

“That’s the look I was going for, except I don’t want love, just lust,” she giggled.

“Is it new?”

“Yes. I bought it today. I played hooky after lunch. A guy I met asked me out tonight,” she said.

Roy stood there trying to make sense of what I just said.

“Asked you out??”

“Yea. A man I met at lunch asked me out for tonight. I bought the dress to impress him. I’m glad you like it.”

I told Roy not to wait up for me, but he just sat there looking at me.

I thought, ‘OK, I can handle the silent treatment. Maybe he'll want to talk when I get back. It will be his choice. He won't stay silent forever.’

It was wrong, but I knew how much he loved me. Roy adored every fiber of my being. This was just an itch I had to scratch. I needed to get it out of my system. Afterwards? He would still know that he was the love of my life, and I'd be the perfect wife for the rest of our lives.

That’s how I rationalized our exchange.

Then I turned and walked out the door.

The Date

As soon as I pulled out of the driveway, I was consumed with thoughts about Todd. The anticipation of what was going to happen next hit me. Just like Kathy had said, he'd eat my pussy and fuck me to oblivion with the most wonderful orgasms possible. My nipples tingled, and I could feel my pussy getting wet.

By the time I got to the hotel my pussy was so wet that I could feel the moisture on my inner thighs, and my nipples were hard with anticipation. I parked and walked to the front desk. I saw Todd standing there, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hi, Janice. You certainly look beautiful tonight."

"Why, thank you, Todd."

He reached out, took my hand, and led me into the restaurant. The host seated us, and the wine steward appeared. Todd ordered champagne.

"I must say, Janice, I've been looking forward to this evening. I'm so glad you agreed to meet with me."

"I have been too. Dinner and dancing are high on my list of favorite ways to spend an evening."

He leaned over and kissed me. Of course, I kissed him back.

"It's going to get a lot better later. I guarantee it."

We had a nice dinner then, since we were seated near the dance floor, Todd didn't waste any time pulling me up for a dance. The band started a slow set, and he pulled into his arms and swept me around the floor. He was an excellent dancer and it seemed like we're floating on a cloud. He slowly pulled me closer and closer till I felt his cock against my stomach. I could tell that it was huge. My pussy tingled and got a little wetter at the thought of it stretching me out. Three songs later we were back at the table. Another bottle champagne appeared, and our glasses were filled. We made small talk, punctuated with kisses, but all I really wanted was to go upstairs to his room, and really start the date.

"Let's go up to my room, and have another drink," he finally asked, as if reading my mind.

I just smiled. He helped me up from the table, signed for the tab, and led me to the elevators. He stood behind me as the doors closed. Immediately his arms went around me, and he cupped my breasts. He rubbed my nipples through my dress and bra. I turned my head and kissed him on the neck. He pulled my dress up and found that I wore no panties.

"I like that,” he said with a big smile, as he inserted a finger into my very wet pussy.

We walked arm in arm to his room. Once the door closed, we pulled off each other’s clothes, then he picked me up, carried me to the bed, and fell beside me. Our lips met, and our legs intertwined. I finally got a chance to see his cock, which was the biggest I had ever seen. It must have been nine inches long, and very thick. Longer than Roy’s, and at least twice as thick.

I exclaimed, "Oh my god, Todd."

"It's all yours tonight, Janice. All yours."

"You're going to have to take it easy. I've never had anything that big inside me."

"Trust me. We'll just go nice and easy. You're going to love it once we get going."

I moved down for a closer look. Its big blue veins were pulsing before my eyes, and I could feel his heartbeat. I kissed it, and licked at the little pearl of precum. I milked it a little, causing some precum to run down my fingers. I rubbed precum all around the head and kissed it again. It was impossible for me to take it in my mouth, so I just licked and kissed it.

He then grabbed me by my hips and rolled me onto my back.

"Show me what you have for my dessert," he growled.

I slowly opened my legs, exposing my glistening pussy. He smiled.

"Mmmm, so beautiful and so eager. I like that in a woman. Eager."

"Take me, Todd. I'm all yours for the night."

He kissed and licked his way down the inside of my thighs to my offering. He pulled my legs up, exposing everything. I held them up, anticipating his mastery of pussy eating.

In just a few minutes I had my first orgasm. He didn't slow down at all. He kept them coming, one after another. My legs were waving around in the air. He had taken control of my mind and body.

He moved up and placed his cockhead against my pussy lips. He rubbed his stiff shaft along my pussy and rubbed my clit with it.

"Take it, Janice."

I was definitely eager by then, almost desperate to have him inside me. All I could think of was getting that huge cock buried in my pussy. I grasped it with both hands, in complete awe, and pushed my hips up. My pussy lips stretched out as the head slid inside. There was a lot of friction, as he stretched me open. I felt like I was being stuffed. The feelings were so intense that I came immediately. He slowly dropped on me, sliding it slowly in. It seemed to be touching every nerve in my pussy. I could feel every bump and vein as he pushed his way inside me. When he was about halfway in, I came again. Warm waves of pleasure washed all through my body. He took that as a signal and quickly pushed himself all the way in. Another orgasm added to the one I was feeling when he bottomed out. I could feel his cockhead against my cervix and his pelvic bone was rubbing on my clit. There was one big vein I could feel against my G-spot. His big cock fit perfectly inside, filled all the way up. My pussy automatically clenched on it. I had no control over it.

He said I was warm, tight, and wet.

We picked up a rhythm together, as he slowly stroked in and out. That big vein was rubbing my G-spot with every stroke. I lost count of how many times I came for him. He was in complete control and that's just what I wanted. I wanted to be objectified by him. I wanted him to use me as his fuck toy, and dominate me.

I felt him roll me over and I got on top, still impaled on his massive tool. He touched my nipples and I went wild. I couldn't stroke fast enough.

"Make me cum, Janice. Squeeze me and make me cum."
 

I complied with his request, squeezing his weapon with my pussy as hard as I could. I was cumming every few minutes for him, and my moaning was involuntary and would not stop. He grabbed my hips and held me down on him, all the way in.

"Now. Janice. Cum with me."

His cock flared and pulsated and a shot of hot cum hit my cervix. I screamed as shot after shot filled me up. His cock seemed to pulse forever. I had forgotten how much cum young men could produce.

I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was lying on his chest. My pussy was still milking his cock, and I was trying to breathe. His strong arms were around me, holding me onto him. My pussy kept squeezing his cock until it softened and flopped out. He rolled me off to his side and held me against his chest.

"My god, Janice. I didn't realize you were a screamer."

"Did I scream? All I remember was how hot your cum was when you exploded inside me. It was amazing, being stretched out like that, completely full, and then having hot cum hit my cervix. Oh my god, that was good. I’m going to have flashbacks for the rest of my life."

"Your pussy was amazing. I didn't know a pussy could do things like that. I'm sure what you did is illegal in most states."

"You’re being silly. All I did was squeeze you a little, like you asked. It was the least I could do."

"Yeah, right. Squeezed me a little. It felt like the head of my cock blew off."

"Good. You rest up a little, and we can try it again. I want you to do me from behind. It's my favorite."

"All you have to do is ask.”

We laid together for a while, hugging and kissing. I kept my hand on his cock, gently stroking it. I moaned as it started filling with blood.

"It looks like it's all nice and ready for me again. Show me what you can do with it."

I moved up over him and quickly slid it up inside me. That wonderful feeling of being full hit me again.

"Oh my god. Full of big cock. So, fucking good."

I rode him cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, then pulled him on top of me, and we fucked in the missionary position for a while. As before, I came all over myself. Then he pulled out and rolled me over. He got up behind me and pulled my ass up. He made one stab, impaled me, and I came again as he hit bottom. He held me by my hips, stroking hard into me. Again, I lost count of my orgasms. At this point I was just coming all over myself again. I felt him grab a handful of my hair, and he pulled my head back which caused my back to arch down. The head of his cock was against the opening of my cervix, which felt like it opened slightly from the pressure. I held him in place by clamping with my pussy walls, ready for his cum.

"Make me cum, Janice. Make me cum again."

"Yes. Yes. Cum in me. Fill me with it”

He held me with his cock in position, and I squeezed him hard. The first blast of semen seemed to shoot straight into my womb. I heard myself scream as shot after shot followed. He howled as he filled me. He gave one last shudder, and fell on my back. I couldn’t hold his weight, so I collapsed with him on top of me. He gently rolled off, holding my back against him, his soft twitching cock against my wet ass cheeks. I finally regained my breath and snuggled back against him.

We must have fallen asleep because I woke from a dream that Roy was sucking my nipples. I stretched and held his head in place. Then I realized it wasn't Roy. It was Todd.

I felt the head of his cock touch my pussy lips.

"Oh god, yes. Take me again. Yes. Yes."

His cock slowly slid in and filled me again. I pulled my legs up and crossed my ankles behind his ass cheeks. My arms went around his back and I pulled him hard against my breasts. His cock touched my cervix, and my first orgasm of the morning rocked me. His cock had me so stretched out, that it was rubbing on my G-spot and my clit. I squeezed down on his cock, increasing the pressure on both spots. The orgasms started hitting me, one after the other. They were coming so fast that it seemed like one long one. He pulled my legs up till they were against my breasts. I felt his cockhead touch the opening in my cervix again. Once again, I held him in place, ready and wanting more of his cum in my womb.

"Cum in me. Now!!! Fill me with it."

"Are you ready for it. Tell me you want it. Tell me how eager you are. Ask me for it."

"Oh god yes. Cum in me. Please cum in me."

Without my thinking about it, my pussy muscles started milking him, trying to draw the cum out of his cock. I felt him starting to swell in me, and I knew it was coming. I pushed against him harder, making sure his cockhead was at the entrance to my womb. His cockhead flared and I clamped down, holding him in place. The first blast hit me, and my mind went on overload. I just did everything I could to take his cum. Each time his ass cheeks flexed – another orgasm added to the one I was having. His last shot hit me, and a hoarse scream echoed through the room. I squeezed the last few drops out of him, and he slowly softened. His cock slid out, followed by a deluge of cum running down my ass crack, soaking the sheets.

He rolled off me, and pulled me into his embrace. Slowly I drifted off into a deep, satisfying sleep.

Todd was walking out of the bathroom drying his hair when I woke. It all came back to me, as I saw his big cock swaying as he walked.

"Hey. How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.

"I don't know yet. I'll tell you in a few minutes."

"Feel good enough for another round?"

'I don't think so. I'd like to be able to walk out of here under my own power."

"We only fucked three times."

"You're right. Only it's the biggest cock I've ever seen. Besides, I have to get out of here and go make sure my marriage is intact."

"I thought you had his permission."

"Well, sort of. I told him I was going to meet you and he didn't say anything."

"Well, good luck with that. I didn't want this to break you two up."

I took a shower, put on a little makeup, and got dressed. I gave Todd a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out.

END OF PART ONE.