From rudedog@televar.com Mon Jun 02 18:22:10 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!199.79.131.220!bartlett.televar.com!news From: "Rudedog" Newsgroups: alt.sex.breast,alt.sex.fetish.size,alt.sex.fetish.wet-and-messy,alt.sex.gangbang,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero Subject: Unsatisfied (cheating wife) Date: 2 Jun 1997 22:22:10 GMT Organization: Televar, Inc. Lines: 444 Message-ID: <01bc6fa3$b41727a0$208f08d0@Blfarrell> NNTP-Posting-Host: tcityuser030.televar.com X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1161 Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.breast:126353 alt.sex.fetish.size:51283 alt.sex.fetish.wet-and-messy:46362 alt.sex.gangbang:55899 alt.sex.stories:203069 alt.sex.stories.hetero:32310 Unsatisfied Margaret brushed her long red hair out of her eyes and plopped back onto the couch in frustration. By now her husband was sleeping soundly in the bedroom, relaxed after a good hard fuck and once again Margaret retreated to the living room to satisfy herself. Silently she cursed herself for her inability to achieve orgasm. John had a nice sized cock, plenty to satisfy most women, and certainly enough to satisfy her. Still, something inside her kept her from reaching that critical point. She would ride her husbands big cock slowly at first, rocking back and forth so that the head of his prick moved around deep in her belly. She enjoyed the feel of his big balls smashed against her tight ass as she rocked back and forth. After about 10 minutes or so Margaret would begin to feel the early tingles of orgasm building inside her. She would concentrate on her husbands big cock and how good it felt inside her. She concentrated on his big warm balls smashed against her ass, full of hot cum ready to explode inside her. She would concentrate on her own body and how her own big breasts bounced and jostled around as she rode her husband faster and faster. Then she would feel herself getting close. She would slowly lift her well toned ass up making her husbands cock fuck out and in as well as back and forth. Sometimes she would look over her shoulder into the full length mirror on the wall and watch as her husbands thick pole spread her wide and impaled her over and over again. Her breathing would be heavy then and she would lean slightly forward pushing her ass even higher so that her husband cock slipped out a good 4 inches or more with each thrust of her hips. He would wrap his powerful arms around her, smashing her big breasts into his bare chest as he began jerking his own hips upward, ramming his cock into her forcefully. Margaret would feel more like a woman now than ever as her man pinned her against him and pounded her pussy relentlessly with his big prick. She would be so close now, wanting badly to cum not only for her own satisfaction but for her husbands as well. He knew she hadn't cum in years, not with him. She would concentrate on cumming for him just once and then suddenly it would die. In an instant every hot building flood of ecstasy in her died and she was left shuddering with a migraine headache as her husband pumped and gasped beneath her until finally he exploded inside her. Margaret loved feeling her husband hot cum erupting inside her like gieser but it was too late to push her to orgasm. Instead she would have to relish the closeness of being with him as his rod sputtered and jerked inside her till it finally subsided and began to soften. Soon he would be sleeping soundly and she would slide off of him, clean herself up in the bathroom then shamefully go out to the living room where she would fuck herself to orgasm with her big dildo her husband had bought her. Reaching under the sofa where she kept her special "toy" Margaret grabbed the rubbery shaft and pulled it out. She scanned the length of it longingly. It was 10 inches long and just about as thick as her husbands prick. Truth be told Margaret was like any other woman, enjoying thickness over length but then again, the thought of sticking something so long up inside her helped her reach orgasm even easier than with her husband. It was a phenomenon that she could not explain. Margaret kicked her blanket aside and began rubbing her red haired pussy slowly as she rubbed her fingers up and down the vieneous shaft. "I've come to a conclusion," her husband startled her as she shot her hand to her blanket and covered herself back up. It wasn't that John hadn't seen her masturbate herself before, but she felt so ashamed that she had to do it to get off. "What?" Margaret blushed as she tucked the toy under the covers and pulled the blanket up to cover her naked breasts. "I want you to have an affair," John said as he came out into the livingroom wearing nothing. His healthy prick swung limply between his legs as he plopped down into the livingroom chair and waited for his wife to respond. "What are you talking about?" Margaret asked as she scooted up to a sitting position and kept her blanket wrapped around her. "I want you to enjoy sex," John said with a serious tone in his voice. "I want you to enjoy it as much as I enjoy it and I don't care any more how you have to do it." "Honey I do enjoy sex with you," Margaret protested. "No, it's not the same and you know it," John pouted. "I can never make you cum. I want you to cum for once, not just me." "But I do cum," Margaret blushed as she pulled out the long rubbery toy she had been hiding. "Remember? That's why you bought me this." "It's not the same and you know it," John snapped. "I bought that as something to tide you over until I learned how to make you cum myself. But I can't." "Oh honey you can," Margaret felt her heart breaking listening to her husband give up like this. "I'm so close each time. Soon sweetie. I'm sure it will be soon." "I don't take it personally," John comforted her. "I know a lot about you Margaret. You know as well as I do that having sex with another man would really turn you on. That's why you cum with that thing, because it's another dick besides mine. I'm sure you think of someone else when you use that." "That's not true!" Margaret lied. Fact was that the toy looked nothing like her husbands cock so it was near impossible to think about him when she used it. It looked different and felt different. The fact that she imagined another man inside her when she used it was inevitable. "Please," John protested. "Do this. For me." "I couldn't," Margaret blushed brightly again. "I mean who would I even do it with?" John knew then that he had her. "I'll find someone from the office," John said. "Just come to the xmas party next week and pick someone out. I'll invite them over sometime for a game of cards and you can seduce him here." "With you here?" Margaret asked. "Ya," John smiled. "Well sort of. I'll pretend to be loaded by the time they get here. A few beers later I'll just pretend to pass out leaving you two alone. You can wear something sexy, flirt with him all night long then when I pass out·well·see what happens." "That's insane," Margaret said sitting up straight as she thought about the possibilities. "What if he doesn't want me?" "Don't be stupid," John smiled. "Any man would want you. Besides, if he doesn't go for it then he leaves, no harm done." "And if he does want me?" Margaret asked. "Then you fuck him, right there in the living room so I can watch," John smirked. "From my vantage point on the floor of course." "You want to watch me?" she exclaimed in surprise. "Of course," John said. "If you cum I want to see it. I've wanted to see that look on your face for a long time now." "But if it's another man·" Margaret let her voice tail off. "Then it's another man," John shrugged. "You love me don't you?" "Of course I do," Margaret smiled. "Then what do I care if another man makes you cum? As long as your happy and your with me." "I'll always stay with you," Margaret assured him. "Then it's a deal?" John asked. "Next week you'll come to the xmas party and pick someone out?" "Oh I can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this," Margaret laughed. "Yes, next week." Ho Ho Ho Margaret dressed conservative for the party even though she knew she was supposed to be on the prowl. John made it clear to her that no matter what happened that night, if she didn't pick someone herself then he was going to pick him for her. "It's inevitable," he had said before they got out of the car to enter the Red Lion Inn. "You're going to fuck another man soon but tonight you get to decide who it will be." Margaret remained passive most the night, clinging to her husbands arm more tightly then usual as she casually scanned the available men in the room. She felt like a complete slut as she began to size men up against each other based on what she thought they had in their pants. This was just going to be for sex, she convinced herself, why not go for the biggest prick she can find? Shamefully she found her eyes darting down to men's trousers, checking to see if there was any particular bulge that stood out amongst the rest. It was getting around midnight when Margaret was coming to realize she had to make a choice soon. She had checked out every man in the room and found several extremely attractive men that had no distinguishing bulge to make the choice easy. She was just about to settle on a cute twenty year old executive when he walked around the corner. He was a incredibly handsome man, much more attractive then the cute "boys" she had picked out before but more importantly he sported a tremendous bulge in his loose fitting slacks that caught Margarets attention seconds after they made eye contact. The man smiled at her when her eyes flashed back off his crotch and Margaret blushed beet red. John hadn't even noticed his wife's choice as he was chatting with a friend beside them. Suddenly, just as the man was about to come strolling right toward her a beautiful buxom blonde appeared from his left and hooked her arm in his snugly. "There you are darling," the incredibly attractive woman smiled at her husband. "I'd lost you for a while there." "Maybe because you were too busy entertaining my friends," he said with a quick snap and then smiled as he stepped up to John and Margaret. "John," the handsome man interrupted. "Glad to see you made it tonight. Is this your lovely wife?" "Mr. Cooper," John spun quickly noticing his boss standing there with hand outstretched. John took his hand and pumped it twice in greeting. "Call me Cal," Mr. Cooper smiled. "And you are?" Cal turned to Margaret and held out his hand to great her. "Margaret," she said as she extended her hand and let the gentleman take hers gently and lift it to his lips where he kissed it lightly. "Nice to meet you." Margaret felt a shiver go down her spine. This man was incredible. Handsome, hung and charming to boot. If it only weren't for the fact that he was married and that he was John's boss. That would just complicate things too much. John saw the glazed look on his wifes face and the flushed look about her as she smiled and tried not to stare at him for too long. John smiled and squeezed his wife's hand. "You know Cal," John said smoothly now. "Margaret and I were just talking about inviting you over sometime for dinner, weren't we honey?" Margaret blushed brightly again as her husband put her on the spot without warning, "Um yes," she stammered. "I'd love to have you." John squeezed his wife's hand tightly and said with a smile, "she sure would." "We'd love to come over," the stunning blonde at Cal's side interrupted. "Oh," Cal stammered. "How careless of me. This is my wife Claudette." "Nice to meet you," John offered as he took her hand and repeated the gesture Cal had given by kissing her hand. "Ooo," Claudette bubbled. "Thank you. Nice to meet you too." Margaret looked at her husband and noticed the way he stared for a moment longer than neccissary at the womans large chest before looking away. "When would be a good time for you?" John asked. "How about later this week?" Cal asked. "Say Friday night?" "Sounds good," John said. "We're looking forward to it." "So are we," Claudette bubbled again. Out in the car Margaret waited for her husband to speak first. "So what do you think?" "I saw the way you looked at her," Margaret started. "You want her don't you?" "Baby this isn't about me," John said as he pulled the car away and headed home. "I only want what's best for you. Did you like Cal or not?" "He's all right," Margaret downplayed her true feelings. "Would you fuck him?" John asked. "Don't be silly," Margaret tisked. "He's married." "So are you," John reminded her with a wink. "Besides, everybody knows Claudette cheats on him every chance she gets." "Oh really?" Margaret said. "So the whole department takes turns with her a suppose?" "Honey no," John laughed. "Look, would you quit turning this into a discussion about Claudette. What do you think of Cal? Will you do it?" "I don't know," Margaret played along. "He's your boss. What if you got fired?" "Fired?" John laughed. "For letting him fuck you? More likely I'll get a raise!" "Why do you say that?" Margaret asked. "It's pretty well known that the boss and his wife have a pretty open relationship," John said. "Claudette wouldn't care if he slept with you, in fact, she'd probably encourage it." "What?" Margaret asked. "In exchange for letting her fuck you?" "This isn't about me," John argued. "How on earth can you take a situation where I'm letting you fuck another man into something that's selfish for me?" "Letting me??" Margaret sneered. "Did I ask to fuck anyone? You practically forced me to do this." "So now you don't want to fuck him," John fumed. "Great!" Margaret sat for a moment and realized how stupid this whole conversation was getting. "I didn't say that either," she said quietly. "Honey you don't have to be afraid," John said. "Do you want to fuck him or not?" "I don't want this to hurt our marriage," she replied. "It won't I promise. Do you want to fuck him?" Margaret slid her hand into her husband lap while he drove and rubbed his crotch gently. "Yes," she said. "Good," John smiled as he dropped his hand in his lap and squeezed his wifes hand while she massaged his prick to semi hardness. "What if he makes me cum?" Margaret asked softly as her husbands prick got harder and harder in her fingers. "I hope he does," John smiled. "If he doesn't it defeats the whole purpose doesn't it?" Margaret unzipped her husbands pants as she kept her eyes on the road. John had a habit of losing concentration when she did things like this and it was her job to keep an eye out for danger. "You really want to watch another man make me cum?" she asked as she pulled her husband rock hard cock out and began to stroke it up and down. "What if he has a bigger cock?" she asked as she flicked her long red hair over one shoulder and lowered herself into the driver's side. "Oh I'm sure he does," John laughed just before his wife engulfed his hard prick in her mouth. "Oh God·we've·oh·all heard stories about Cal." "Like what?" Margaret asked looking up to be sure her husband was watching the road before plunging his cock back in her mouth. "Like we've heard his wife likes anal sex but he's so big she wont let him do it to her," John struggled to say as he glanced down from time to time to see his wife's lovely head bobbing in his lap. "One of the guys in the office screwed her I guess. He claims he has an 8 inch cock and she let him put it in her ass but said her husband was much too big." "You'd like to fuck her up the ass too wouldn't you?" Margaret asked with a smile before resuming her fun. "Honey, I told you," John groaned at a particularly good suck. "It's not about her." "I want you to fuck that little bitch up the ass," Margaret said as she took her husband cock in her hand and stroked it while staring up at him. "What?" John gasped. "You heard me John," Margaret smiled. "If you're going to let some man fuck me with his big cock then you deserve to at least fuck HIS wife up the ass in exchange." "But I don't want her," John argued. "I want you." "And I don't want Cal," Margaret said sitting up for a moment. "I want you too. Look, you said so yourself, you're letting me do this because you want me to have a good time and you know that I will still love you afterwards right?" "Right," "Well it's the same thing with Claudette," Margaret concluded. "I've never let you do that to me and I'm not sure I ever will. Call me a chicken or something. If it's just sex, and you promise not to fall in love with her or some dumb thing, I don't see why you shouldn't have a little fun too." "But·" John protested. "But nothing," Margaret stroked her husbands quickly softening prick. "If they have such an open relationship I'm sure Cal would be willing to trade wives for one night. Don't you?" "Maybe," "Then it's settled," When they come over we get a little drunk, swap partners and have some fun. "What do you say?" "It's up to you." "Then it's settled." What's for dinner Margaret was stunning that night. Her long red hair was pulled up into a single pony tail atop her head cascading down around her lovely face. She wore a loose fitting half top that showed a large majority of her flat toned midriff and which would, when bending over to serve food fall open exposing the undersides of her breasts held in her tight black bra. Her skirt was short also, just barely falling below the curve of her ass and leaving an excellent view of the swell in her leg before her ass. John smiled when the doorbell rang, "Go get 'em darling." "I will," Margaret smiled back as she opened the door. Cal and Claudette were dressed to the nines. Cal was wearing a full tux and Claudette, who wasn't dressed formally still looked good at his side wearing an all white jump suit that clung to her curvy figure like a second layer of skin. Through the jumper it was easy to see she was not wearing any underclothes. A light patch of pubic hair showed through faintly at her crotch and her giant heaving breasts easily drew attention to the dark circles around her nipples and the tiny hard peaks that jutted out from the fabric. Cal looked over Margaret's thin frame with a long thoughtful stare as John did the same to his wife. Suddenly both men turned to each other and gave a knowing smile. "If I didn't know any better," Cal said as he stepped inside with his lovely wife. "I'd say we all had the same idea about tonight." "I certainly hope so," Margaret smiled and winked at her husband. "God it's refreshing to meet open minded people," Claudette bubbled as she wiggled her way inside. "I bet it is," Margaret agreed. "Come on in, dinners ready." It was not long into serving dinner that Cal began to look up Margaret's blouse when she would bend over. "I hope you don't mind my saying this but your wife has a nice set of tits on her," Cal said gruffly. "Thank you," Margaret replied with a blush. "Not at all," Cal smiled back. "They hardly compare to your wife's," Margaret smiled at Claudette. "Well Claudette does have quite the stack," Cal agreed. "But yours look more than perfect to me." "Maybe you'd like to see my wife's tits better?" John asked. "Why don't you take off your bra for our guests honey?" "Now that's absolutely delightful!" Claudette chimed in. "Then maybe you should show your tits to John in return," Cal added. "I'd love too," Claudette beamed as she began unzipping her tight white jumper in back. "Well, this is moving much faster than I anticipated," Margaret took a deep breath as she stood up and began working at her own bra clasp in back. "Relax Margaret," Cal said in a soothing voice as he leaned back and watched her undo her bra. "We all have all night." Claudette beat Margaret to the punch and quickly rolled her tight jump suit down over her giant naked breasts. Her mounds were huge and stark white where her tiny bikini must have been last time she was out in the sun. Claudette wiggled her chest from side to side making them bounce heavily for all to enjoy. "Those are amazing," Margaret said as her bra popped loose and she embarrasingly held the bottoms of her large breast from Cal's sight. "I feel so small." "Don't be silly," John told his wife. "You have beautiful tits. Show Cal what you've got honey." In the meantime John couldn't help but stare at his bosses wife's huge melons. Margaret dropped her hands allowing Cal to see up into her blouse where her big breasts hung freely, their dark red nipples hard as rocks. "Let us all see," Claudette said as she noticed her husband staring wide eyed. Margaret slowly pulled her half shirt up revealing to all her naked breasts. With a quick movement she pulled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor. "Well," she blushed. "There they are." "VERY NICE," Cal admired as he sat back and put his hand in his crotch to rub himself. "Very nice indeed." "What do you say we get a little more relaxed," John offered. "Let's go to the living room. There's plenty of room on the couch." "Sounds great to me," Cal said as he got up sporting a giant erection in his pants as he walked to the couch. "Yes it does," Cluadette smiled as she got up and wiggled across the room. Margaret and John looked at each other briefly then joined their new partners on the couch. John sat right next to Claudette who immediately took his hand and began rubbing it up and down her leg. Cal reached out his hand and pulled Margaret to sit on his lap sidways as he put his arms around her waist and smiled over at his wife. "I have to say John," Cal smiled. "Not many men have the balls to let another man fuck their wife. My opinion of you has changed dramatically tonight." "Thank you," John said as he let Claudette pull his hand up between her legs to feel her hot furnace burning between her legs. "No. Thank you," Cal said as he slid his hands up to Margaret's breast and began to play with them. "You can bet Claudette's pussy tastes as good as it looks," Cal offered. "She loves a man who knows how to use his tongue." "That would be John," Margaret said looking back over her shoulder as her husband fondled the other woman's huge mounds and rubbed her cunt through her jumper. "Really?" Claudette smiled as she began to pull her suit further down her tight body. "Let's just see about that." John slid off the couch and began helping Claudette peel her jumper off her curvaceous thighs while he nibbled at her stomach and legs. "My wife is pretty damn good at sucking cock too," John offered. "Might be the best around." "Don't count on it," Claudette smiled as she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked on it for emphasis. "Well how 'bout it?" Cal asked the beautiful red head on his lap. "Would you like to suck my cock and show me what you can do?" "Yes," Margaret smiled as she got up and prepared to unzip Cals pants. Her husband was just finishing pulling off Claudette's jumper and she sat there stark naked on the couch, legs spread for him. Even Margaret thought she was beautiful with her lightly tanned skin and stark white tan lines across her breasts and flat stomach. John kissed his way up the inside of Claudette's muscular legs as his wife began unzipping his boss's pants. John could not help but watch as Margaret reached into the man's pants to grab his cock. He knew it was going to be bigger than his but he wondered how much so. Hopefully not much, John thought. He didn't want his wife spoiled for one night of fun. Margaret's eye's widened as she felt inside Cal's pants and in a few awkward moments she managed to bend the giant shaft enough to exit his trousers. Cal was every bit as impressive as John imagined. His cock was at least a full 11 inches and covered in deep purple veins from tip to base. Being 3 inches longer than John's modest 8 inch cock it was also thicker, nearly an inch wider than his. It was over, John thought for a moment. His wife would never cum with him after having THAT inside her. "Wow!" Margaret gasped as she took in the size of it all. "It feels every bit as good as it looks too honey," Claudette winked. "I suddenly feel outclassed," John said sitting up to watch his wife as she stroked the huge cock in her hot hand. "Nonsense," Claudette scoffed. "A woman loves cock no matter how big it is. You're wife will get a good fuck but she'll still want you, trust me. Now what is it going to take to get you to eat my pussy?" John turned away from his wife and concentrated on the task at hand again. Putting one hand on her flat belly John used his other to spread the lips of her trim delicious looking snatch and stabbed his tongue between her legs. "Oooo!" Claudette bucked as John's tongue stabbed between her tight looking lips and pushed her cliterous up with a flick. "Ya, eat my pussy baby! Lick it!" Margaret pulled her long red hair to one side and lowered her head into Cal's lap where she slowly opened her mouth and slid his big shaft between her wet lips. "Oh ya suck my cock," Cal groaned as he pushed Margaret's head down further, stuffing a good 5 inches in her mouth. John's mind was a mix of emotions. On the one hand he was sick at the thought of his wife pleasing another man but at the same time the thought of her with a big cock in her mouth turned him on. He dug his tongue deeper into Claudette's sweet cunt, lapping and rolling his tongue around her sensitive spot. "Yes eat me," she bucked. "I love watching your wife suck my husbands cock. John stole a glance over at his wife as she closed her eyes and tenderly sucked at the huge prick in her mouth, sliding it in and out between her lips. Claudette pulled her knees up toward her chest, thrusting her cunt into John's face as she wiggled her hips back and forth. "Ooo ya! God your husband eats pussy good!" Claudette grabbed the back of John's head smashing his face against her clit as she bucked and rocked around on him. "I'm going to cum," she panted. "Make me cum." Margaret stopped for a moment, sliding her lips off Cal's giant prick and watched her husband eagerly lap at Claudette's open cunt. "Oh I'm cumming!" Claudette gasped at last as she grabbed her big tits and began squeezing them while John's tongue darted in and out of her clit. TO BE CONTINUED?? Email or post here if you want me to complete to story...