Hotwife Pt. 01

We've all been there, everyone, I believe even you!

Everyone has had the thought about having sex with someone other than the one they are with.

A stranger at a coffee shop, or a colleague in your office, or someone on the crosswalk as you're driving your car, BUT you had the fleeting fantasy of doing the deed with someone besides your partner, even if you didn't act on it; admit, you had the thought.

No harm no foul, it was just the thought.

Ok, you may not have acted on it then, but what if you were presented the opportunity after your partner and you had been considering trying an open relationship; and after much discussion were leaning towards trying out the lifestyle.

Now does that change your actions? Would you?

Maybe you haven't been in a position where you had to make that decision.

I was.

We were at Arianna and Gaston Tremblay's; he's a colleague of my husband Quinton. We were just introduced to Leon and Brenda, friends of our host's.

Both couples were a few years older than us, and we were engaged in the basic small talk while sipping wine.

My eyes were distracted by a young fellow who looked totally out of place at this party, everyone was elegantly dressed, suits and gowns.

He was so much younger than everyone else, at least 10 years my junior, and most likely 20 years younger than most. He appeared to be alone; scruffy looking, several days growth of a scraggly whiskers, brown hair poking out under a ball cap worn backwards, unbuttoned red and black plaid shirt, a grey t-shirt underneath. Levis, the ones that someone abused with a razor blade before they put them on the shelf for sale and dirty old cowboy boots.

He moved amongst the guests with an air of confidence, as if he belonged here more than everyone else as he meandered through the house, yet no one seemed to notice him except me. He was several feet away, his sultry brown eyes had a sadness, and the moment we made optical contact, for some reason they seemed to penetrate my inner soul, a shiver went down my spine.

That intrigued me, he brushed past me, our shoulders grazed, but he seemed totally focused on where he was heading.

My nostrils filled with an interesting mixture of male sweat and an intoxicating aroma of expensive cologne. He had an unusual aura of sexuality; there was some sort of an attraction toward him I couldn't understand.

What was the attraction? He was not even close to the clean-cut businessman sort of person I am normally drawn toward; maybe it was because he was different, he stood out, maybe the bad boy, forbidden fruit, wild animal lust had stirred my emotions.

When I glanced behind me to watch him walk, he had stopped, looking back, smiling and I swear his eyes were undressing me, normally that would annoy me, but for some reason, my mouth curled into a grin, I was aroused at this youngster's interest in a 44-year-old mother of two.

I couldn't identify what I was feeling, it was new, strange, something I'd never experienced. I tightened my grip on Quinton's arm.

My eyes followed him as he exited into another area of the house.

I whispered to Quinton, kissing his cheek, "I'm gonna go find a bathroom," he nodded with a smile and wink.

I didn't see an option when I looked around, but surely the staircase would lead to bedrooms and bathroom.

My left hand sliding along the railway my right holding my gown up, so I don't trop on it as I ascended the curved stairs. The music and noise of guest laughter being left behind.

As I opened the bathroom door and reached for the light switch, a hand grabbed mine before I flipped the light on. I was pushed from behind, a hand around my neck, the door closed, I heard the lock click. My mouth went dry, I tried to scream, but nothing came out, my heart pounding so hard I thought I'd explode.

Rough, strong fingers tightened around my neck; I was pushed to the sink as my dress was lifted. I looked into the mirror to see who was behind me, but it was too dark.

I recognized the scent; it was that young man's.

His attempt to rip my panties off failed, but the pain it caused on my thigh was quickly ignored, fear coursed through my veins, he yanked them down. His left hand grasped my hair and his elbow in the small of my back forced me to the cold countertop, my face against the faucet.

"Spread 'em, you're gonna get fucked and you won't say a word."

I felt a hard cock against my ass crack.

I was about to be forced into sex; and I couldn't scream.

Trembling, I parted my legs, thinking it best I don't resist; his cockhead rubbed between my labia, as his body pressed against my ass. It was happening like slow motion, he pulled back dragging his member along my flaps, his grip on my hair tugging, hurting my roots, he put his hand around to adjust his cockhead to align himself for entry. I feared it would hurt as I had no lubrication without foreplay. I bit my lip anticipated, fearing the agonizing pain he's about to inflict down there.

I think every woman at some point in life fantasizes about being taken against their will, forced to have sex.

It was happening to me, no fantasy, this was real, I struggled to breathe, my mind spinning like a tornado, my heart was pounding so hard I thought my chest would explode, my fists clenched the counter.

I can't explain what happened, but the instant I felt his hard cock separate my labia, I got aroused. Maybe it was the rape fantasy, I don't know, but this unexpected, animalistic behavior excited me more than I expected, my fear gave way, and I desired him to take me, to violate me.

He thrust, there was no pain, he slid in easily my reactionary sexual secretions happened in the nick of time.

His dick was a bit longer than Quintin's, but his girth was much less; I began to enjoy his erratic, animalistic, wild pounding. I was intensely aroused and quickly escalated toward an orgasm; faster than I anticipated; he unloaded, adding to my delight.

Then he pulled out still squirting, I felt the warm strings hit my ass cheeks run down my crack and another dribble down my thigh. Gawd I was so close to cumming.

He released my throat; I heard him zip up.

"We're not done, I'll be seeing you again, and I'll fuck you then too." And as fast as he arrived, he was gone.

I sat on the toilet panting, catching my breath, my mind still reeling while rationally realizing what just transpired. I sat quietly, actually feeling sexual ecstasy, I finished my orgasm that he started with my fingers, but it wasn't really satisfying, it didn't quell the lust, the burning desire for fucking orgasm.

My mind confused, with mixed emotions, guilt, shame, pleasure.

I had to admit, I did enjoy being forced; but I could easily rationally justify my extra marital affair with the young man to the fact I didn't initiate the encounter or consent to it.

I primped my hair and dress, my most predominate emotion was guilt, but I felt such pleasure, quite sexually aroused, I returned to Quinton; do I tell him?

He was still engaged in deep conversation with the 2 couples as if I never left. My returning did seem to distract them, and soon thereafter the 2 couples headed off in separate directions.

Quintin took my arm, and we got libation refills, then went outside to the patio and found a couple chairs to privately chat. I was pondering telling him about my excursion now or wait.

Quintin leaned close to me, spoke softly holding my hand, "Leon and Brenda met Arianna and Gaston on a wife-sharing website, chatted a couple weeks, then they attended a couple sex sharing swinger functions together."

Quintin paused, picked up his wine glass, peered over his glass as he sipped, gauging my reaction. I smiled I liked the idea, and swiftly decided now would not be the time to tell him what happened in the bathroom.

Quintin smiled broadly, "Tiff, we were invited to this party tonight to discuss participating in a swinger lifestyle, an open marriage."

I let the words sink in as I took a slow, long drink, giving myself time to let the thought really sink in; was he asking me if I wanted to participate tonight, right now? I took another drink; my mind was unsure but damn it my body certainly wanted to.

As if trying to convince me he went on, "Well, it's not a new concept, we've had conversations on the subject in the past. I thought we concluded we were willing to try."

I took his hand, kissed his cheek, "we were both inclined to experimenting the lifestyle, we just never took initiative and pursued it." I smiled excitedly, "now it's found us." I nodded, "I'm willing if you're ready." I chugged my wine.

"I guess my main objection would be... do we want to proceed with friends, more specifically your coworker Gaston, or should we find someone who may not be awkward being around after, like working with every day?"

We took some time and discussed our true feelings, weighed the pros and cons. Our previously discussions had us both leaning towards participating.

Now it is decision time; the proverbial time to 'shit or get off the pot.' In this case it's time to fuck with someone else or go home.

We unanimously agreed, it would be wise to not rush into it and not join them tonight; that we'd attend a future function to see how we felt at the eleventh hour, with time to mentally prepare, not just jump in.

We explained our decision to the Tremblay's, thanked them for the evening and we went home and fucked like we did on our honeymoon.

The Tremblay's contacted us sooner than we anticipated there was a lifestyle party planned at their house this Friday. This time it would be a smaller gathering, but the 3 other couples attending were expecting to exchange wives; and were well aware we are undecided.

Friday, we were preparing to go to Arianna and Gaston's once again.

I got my hair done at a salon, I bought a sexy new dress, I felt like a porn star, as I twisted to view myself in my dressing mirror.

I was extremely excited and equally as horny anticipating tonight's salacious escapades.

Quintin was putting in his cufflinks "Tiff, you're stunning, you'll be the star attraction tonight. God, your so freakin gorgeous." He tenderly kissed the nape of my neck as he shook his cuffs into place.

"Thanks, you're looking spiffy as well; I'm horny as hell too. My panties are already wet."

Quintin was donning a dinner jacket, I cupped my breasts, jiggled the slightly to proper position them into my strapless backless, bright yellow mini dress.

"Well, you don't need to wear any."

"I want everyone to inhale my aroused state, I believe it attracts and enhances the male sexual desire."

"Trust me Tiff, one look at you tonight and they'll be drooling, your aroma won't make any difference until they're tasting you."

"Oh God Quintin, be quiet, I could climax so fast right now, I'm so anticipating this evening."

It happened so fast my mind didn't have time to react.

My body did.

Quinton pushed me to the bed, parted my legs, standing between them he pulled my panties aside with one hand and pinched my clit, thumb fucked me with his other hand, I came almost instantly.

"MMmmm, now my wife's primed and fucking ready for a wild night." Quinton lifted his wife from the bed, kissing passionately.

"Let's get going."

We teased each other intimately, erotically on the way there, we parked in the driveway, Quintin jumped out rushed to my side, opened my door like a gentleman, as I took his hand to assist me from my seat. Once out, he pinned me unexpectedly against the car, kissed me very intimately, knuckles teasing my already sensitive, erect nipples; his fingers went to my vulva and through my lacy fabric once more stopping as I neared the brink of an orgasm.

"Ok Tiff, I'm ready, but you have final say, I'll follow your lead. Happy wife, happy life." He broke away.

I took his hand. "You know how horny I've been anticipating this, you gave my a quick thumb fuck, and you've kept me on the cusp since. You damn well know my final answer. I love you Oliver Simpson, but tonight your sexy wife is fucking someone else."

We were greeted at the door by Arianna in a sexy 2-piece black lace lingerie bra and panties, covered with a full-length red sheer wrap with a fuzzy feather edge. She gave us both a warm, tight hug and kisses on the cheek.

We were on route to the living room, when the scruffy youngster came from another room, same hat on backwards, dirty boots and shredded jeans, but an open black leather vest with no shirt.

Arianna introduced us, "My son Judd."

He shook Quinton's hand rather weakly, then came in for a hug with me, his prickly whiskers on my cheek, he whispered so softly, I barely heard him. "Told you I'd see you again, I look forward to our repeat?"

My blood ran cold; I shivered, this was my attacker, and he just made it clear I was targeted ... again.

He kept his hands on my waist, a firmer grip than necessary. "When I first saw you the other night, I knew you'd become friends with my parents."

He walked off, looking back he called out and pointed his finger gun "I'll see you..." and shot at me, "later."

Now for sure I'm telling Quinton about what happened in the bathroom last time we were here.

Arianna giggled, "I don't approve of the way he dresses, but he's such a nice young man." She led us to the living room,

"Derrick is the only one here I haven't been intimate with, so I'm anticipating pairing up with him tonight; everyone knows you're only here to consider the lifestyle but damn girl you're stunning so understand your new meat." She chuckled, "They will all definitely try seducing you. But you have every right to say no."

We enter the living room where 3 elegantly dressed and exquisite, sexy couples were chatting, holding wineglasses, every one of them could be in pornos.

Gaston handed us glasses of wine and Arianna did a basic round of first name introductions, as she pointed, "Lorraine and Harvey, Derrick and Nora, Cory and Sandra."

Cory and Sandra were first to approach us. They were our age, she was tall, lithe, almost thin, but gorgeous in a shimmering red, form fitting evening gown with a full slit up her right side, long, straight, shiny, brown hair. Impeccable make-up and manicured nails, her entire aura left little doubt the sparkling diamonds adorning her ears, neck, wrist, and ring finger were real.

Cory, dark blonde, handsome, a bit shorter than Sandra, broad shoulders, muscular, a calming smile, bright blue eyes. He wore an expensive, tailored, off-white suit, cream shirt and red tie that matched his wife's dress.

Cory took my hand delicately lifted it to his lips, a warm kiss on the back of my hand, "Tiffany, such a ravishing redhead, please tell me you have a matching carpet to your radiant red hair, and you haven't cleared the playing field totally." He winked seductively.

I could feel the heat of the blood flooding my cheeks and chest as I blushed.

Sandra's sharp voice cut the moment short, "Geezus Cory, put your eyes back in your head and wipe the drool off your chin, give the gal a chance to have a drink before jumping her bones." Sandra held out her hand to me.

"He's not that fast when naked and the head between his legs is doing the thinking, I assure you, in fact, he has more stamina than any of the others here."

Sandra slides over to Quintin, lifting his hand to her breast. "Of course, I've got a hunch Quinten might challenge him in the libido department." She rubs herself seductively against Quintin, "I'd like to be the first to judge your talents." Sandra rubs her cheek against Quintin, as a cat does to leave her scent.

Derrick and Nora saunter up, Derricks deep, mellow, radio announcer voice,

"Well, we might not have been the first to welcome you here tonight, but I certainly hope we can be the first to welcome you to joining our lifestyle."

Derrick is tall lanky, more of a casual demeanor than a businessman as he holds out his hand, he and Quintin shake, firm and vigorous, aggressively like real men.

Cory and Sandra move away.

Derrick holds his hand to me, as our fingers touch, he steps to me and tenderly embraces me in a hug, a wholesome gentle squeeze, his cheek against mine, he whispers so softly as so only I can hear.

"I have to hug you, your body is so spectacular, I can't wait to whisper sweet nothings in your ear when our naked flesh is touching, sweaty and we're out of breath."

He steps back with a huge grin, still holding my hand. "I understand this is your first time, and undecided, only here to consider the lifestyle." He grazes my upper lip ever so delicately with his fingertips, hen slides gingerly to my neck "The lust showing in your sultry eyes tells me you already made up your mind, give Quintin a kiss and let's go find a bed." His thumb toying with my earlobe, makes me sigh.

Wow that did take my breath away, and he's 100% right, I had made up my mind, before I even left home.

"Maybe." I kissed him tenderly on the lips, briefly, teasingly, like a peck a wife gives her husband as she looks into his eyes and starts to disrobe.

"However, I've not heard all the offers yet," I gave him a smile and turned to Nora, gazing into her eyes, giving her a knowing glance I want to hear her.

Nora had suggestive brown eyes, a pleasant round face, and a bosom that demanded you stare at just a bit longer than most people would think appropriate. The kind that are used in the meme, 'Uh my eyes are up here.'

Nora stepped close, "You're both so damn tantalizing, I'm definitely wanting both of you." Her right hand lightly resting on my hip, her left finds the dip in the small of my back. She spoke softly, but loud enough both husbands could hear.

"You know these men all want to fuck you until you moan their name." Nora's finger move delicately upward from my waist. "I crave to take you to heights you never knew existed." Nora nuzzled my neck, her fingers on my back lowered, wiggled on my bum, just to remind me they're there touching me.

"Tiffany, let us savor the succulent flavor of each other. Languidly take the appropriate time to leisurely seek the pursuit of intense erotic pleasure a stunning woman like you deserves, building ourselves to a state of frenzied desire until we both make each other scream for yet another orgasm."

Nora searched my neck for that spot where her lips perfectly aligned with my curves, and butterfly like, softly kissed the spot. Her right hand has cupped my left tit.

My knees weakened, my eyes closed, and I involuntarily, barely audible, moaned.

"Allow me to release your profound passion in the way only a woman knows how to properly promote." Nora nibbled my earlobe, my pussy pulsing at her seductive words and my nipples screamed for her attention.

"I won't stop until your body vibrates, your legs shake, and the neighbors know my name. When we're ready for a break, whoever's in the house will become sweaty and ask for a cigarette." Nora tugged my lower lip, with her mouth.

"I'll make you a crave our lifestyle before the night's over."

I was smitten by not only her suggestive words, her entire sensuous touches.

I swooned, my loins ached to be caressed, as did my vulva and nipples.

I put my hand on the back of Nora's neck, gazed into her gorgeous, doe like eyes,

"Mmmm, I'm glad I didn't take either other offer too hastily, this sounds too good to pass up." I press my lips to her soft warm, wet lips, our tongues explore, hot, steamy.

I move her hand inside my dress to my breast as I run my fingers up her thigh. It was not normal kissing or making out. I murmured, "Mmmm."

It was full on mouth-to-mouth foreplay. The kind of kissing people do when they're about to tear each other's clothes off and fuck like wild animals.

We wiggle our boobs together; gawd my temperature skyrockets. I didn't want to break off our kiss, my fingers went around and squeezed her ass, pulling her to me, "Well, Nora, you got me hot and I'm so fuckin ready, maybe sweeten the deal and the four of us find a room."

"Ok, but they have to wait until I say they can join us. I want to feel your first orgasm vibrating under my lips." Nora tips my head and again feverishly kissed me.

"Sorry guys you'll have to wait your turn. This delicacy is all mine, until she relinquishes at least one O to me."

We don't say anything, Nora takes my hand and leads me up the circular stairs, the guys following close behind. As we head upstairs, Nora's a step or two behind, both her hands on my hips, "You got a damn fine ass Tiffany," She wiggles her face between my cheeks. Her fingers slide down my side zipper and my dress falls to where her hands are, as I reach the top of the staircase.

At the top of the stairs, she twists me, her hands let the fabric fall away. Her face melds to mine, another steamy tongue twirling kiss, her fingers search my cleavage and roll both taut nipples, tenderly like playing with radio knobs.

Nora's right fingers slithered down, inspected my crotch gap. Teasing, gingerly rubbing through my soaked panties.

"I'm not usually attracted to women, but girl, you took my breath away, I need to taste you, your aroma is frikking intoxicating."

Her delicate touch edged along my labia; I shivered and moaned. My fingers frantically searching for her dress zipper, "Oh, gawd yes Nora, you're my first, and I crave to taste you too."

Nora unzips and drops her dress; I at the same time remove my panties and throw them in the direction of our husbands. We regain our lip lock and stumble to the bed.

Falling together, her lips met mine, but instead of going in for a deeper kiss she tugged gently on my lower lip with her lips, giving it a light bite.

My head dropped to her neck, light nibbling, baby kisses up her smooth flesh to nibble her earlobe. Her hands, roaming my bosom, massaging my tits, teasing my hard nubs. She was delicate and firm at the same time and whatever her fingers were doing was working licentiously, especially for my pussy.

My hands wrapped around her, my fingernails tracing her spine. I slid all the way down, my forefinger touched her puckered star, her back arched, her legs parted more, beckoning me to further investigate, i tapped the puckered orifice then slid beyond, she moaned when my middle finger grazed her wet fleshy flaps.

Nora groaned, "Gawd girl, you got me revved up really good." She rolled to her side, my fingers glide back up her spine, nails leaving red trace marks as my other hand edged her thin flaps, my middle finger between her slick lips. I twist an enlarged nipple. Nora moans as I roll one nipple between thumb and forefinger, then the other, simultaneously tugging and wiggling her labia.

"Oh, my gawd Tiffany," Nora was panting she forced her leg between mine, she moved over me, held my leg high and ground our pussies together.

"Oh, gawd girrrl, I'm cumming allrreaddeeee." Nora ground her genitals against mine, a squishing sound as she squished her pussy against mine. She quivered, sighing, then just as fast as she swung into that position she flipped around, and she was on top of me in a 69.

Nora's first contact was a long, slow, deliberate tongue slurp along my labia. Then her fingers held me open her lips sucking my entire labia into her mouth, her tongue flittering as she sucked rhythmically, she moved to my clitoris, gave my tiny bean a nibble and I heard myself gasp as he sucked on it firmly.

My body shivered and she took my first orgasm.

I inhaled her powerful, enticing aroma, my nose tickled through her fuzzy pubes, and followed by my tongue. Her scent became flavor at the same moment my tongue felt her soft, smooth, slick lips part, my eager tongue slithered as it strained to reach as deep as it could. I continued a steady stroke past her perineum and jabbed her puckered brown star, tasting that tart flesh.

I returned to licking the smooth pink inner lips, I instinctively began to lick her pussy, and I instantly loved it, the way she tasted, her writhing, moaning response, I knew right then that everything had changed, a paradigm shift, I was no longer in a monogamist relationship with Quintin; this newfound lesbian licking lust would likely never be quenched.

The sweet, sticky, tangy taste filled not only my mouth but consumed my mind as well; do all women taste this good, feel this good?

There wasn't any more thought involved, I was overtaken with lust; I just did it, and the way her body responded to me was extremely exhilarating.

My body was reacting to her muff munching as well. Nora flutter flicked my clit with her tongue, then trailed her tongue sloth like down the length of my slit.

I moaned loudly as the salacious sensations dispersed throughout my body. My hips writhing creating a flow of finessed face fucking.

Her hands locked my hips in place, nails digging hard into the soft flesh of my ass adding to the thrill. We were both panting and our bodies were in an unmistakable rhythm; both being driven to a higher state of pleasure.

I was desperate to make her cum first. My jaw and tongue worked a frantic rhythm, fingers squeezing her bum and teasing the wrinkled flesh around her back door. I was pushing for her to reach her peak, but she was performing just as magically on my cunt.

Our moans were rising in pitch and tempo. Together, in unison, the room filling with the sounds and smells of sex. I dipped my forefinger past her sphincter; her hands clamped down hard on my ass, rolling her head, her cheeks clenched, and her body tightened. I knew I had her, I pressed my finger deeper.

Nora raised her head from my crotch.

"Oh girl, yesss, right there, right therrre Tiiffff aahhh NEEE!... ahhhhh!"

Nora screamed with pleasure; her fists clenched the bedding. I could feel her body quiver, pulsing, her orgasm wracking her. I slowed, long, gentle licks, savoring her sweet nectar, but my finger up her butt remained deep and twisting, I injected a second. My face covered in her juices and her feminine fragrance, as she mercilessly ground her crotch against my mouth, still writhing, convulsing.

She came long and hard and when it ended it was like the calm after a thunderstorm. Her thighs released my head and the room's dim light returned to my view.

Nora's talented tongue targeted my twat, in the next instant, I felt her fingers, slide into me, she immediately located my G.

Her fingers caressed and lightly tapped the highly sensitive erogenous zone, but her severe sucking on my clit was harsh and out of nowhere, I shook, not just my extremities, but my inner soul shivered.

"OOHHH, uuhh uhh, NNOOOORRRRAAAAAHHHH!" I gasped.

I was experiencing an unfuckingreal tumultuous orgasm, mind blowing.

I was left breathless, gasping, satiated, and yet fiercely hungry for more.

All I wanted to do when my rational thought returned was to kiss the gorgeous woman that introduced me to such carnal cunninglingus climaxes. I twisted and crawled alongside her.

We cuddled and our mouths shared each other's pussy juice.

I had a fleeting thought, wondering what mysterious realm of debauchery I've entered into, and what it inevitably means for our future.

I didn't have time to dwell on my thoughts; Cory stretched out on the bed, pulled me on top of him. I straddled and settled onto his rigid rod cowgirl style. Quentin placed his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed my upper body against Cory.

Quentin rimmed me, tongue smearing saliva, finger pushing, he knew me, and what I liked.

My back door was soon ready, a moment later I was sandwiched between two similar sized cocks and well on my way to another wicked orgasm.

They kept me on the brink, sometimes in rhythmic unison, other times sporadic, randomly ramming. Keeping me on a roller coaster, elevating me higher than I expected; much longer than I needed. Eventually, I begged.

Mere moments later I was convulsing, quaking in a powerful multiple.

Neither of them ejaculated and Quentin pulled out of my anus, flopped me on the bed and rolled onto his back tugging Nora on top of him.

Cory gently, respectfully, rolled me aside and moved behind his wife taking a hold of her hips.

I was chilling, basking in extreme euphoria, watching Quentin and Cory giving Nora the DP pleasure I just received. My eyes met Quentin's, his smile expanded as he writhed, driving relentlessly up under Nora. He reached over brushed my cheek so very tenderly, he silently mouths the words.

'I love you, Tiff.' I tear up.

I sneak in as close as I can without disrupting their union. "Indescribable, this is fantastic and I'm extremely grateful we agreed to explore." I kiss his cheek. He whispers, "Happy wife, happy life." I felt so loved, so content at that moment.

Then my bladder interrupts my blissful state. I always have to pee after a multiple, I slide off the bed and grab my dress to hold in front of me, as I enter the hallway, I think, duh, everyone here is swinging, sharing their bodies and I'm being bashful; I chuckle and drop my dress as I enter the hallway.

I don't turn on the light in the bathroom, as to not hurt my eyes, but I leave the door slightly ajar so there's enough light to see where the paper roll is.

I am wiping my bottom when the door quickly opens then closes.

Completely dark, "what's happening," I gasp, "who's there?"

A hand grabs my hair; the pull hurts my scalp. "I told you; we weren't done, I'd be fucking you again."

Of course it's Judd. His rigid rod pressing against my cheek. "Suck me slut." Judd pushes himself into my mouth. "You bitches are all whores; you come to my house to fuck other wives' husbands." He harshly pinches my nipple.

"I prefer mature woman. Older women are softer, sexier, hungrier and mom brings enough home to satisfy both her and me."

He yanks my hair and shoves a bit too deep, I gag, push him back, "Judd, I can't take you like this, you're too big," intentionally appeasing his ego, "I'm not a very good cock sucker, I rarely do it. I wrap my fingers around his cock and twist and pull, "why don't you just fuck me again; my ass is primed if you want."

He yanks me to my feet by my hair, pushes me over the sink as before.

"Ok, I'll give it to you up the ass." He's already stuffing his saliva-soaked dick into me as he says it.

I just had Quintin up there and he's beefier than Judd, so I wasn't concerned, he entered easily, I was still quite horny from my evening's excitement, so I came quickly.

"ya-aahhh bitch, you like it rough, eh?" He pounded furiously.

He continued, relentless, a few minutes later he grunts pulling my hair, so my head lifted, and I came again as he shot his jism into me.

"I'll be fucking you every time you stay in my house." As before he hastily hurries away. I sat on the toilet again and wiped myself with a wet facecloth before returning to the bedroom.

Nora was moaning still receiving a DP.