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Discovery - Party - Money
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Part One
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Charlie was really sleeping hard, having gotten to sleep only after
masturbating furiously for hours. His mind had been so chock
full of
the unexpected events of the St. Patty's Day party, where he had
suddenly panicked and rushed out, leaving his wife there alone,
that
he could not relax enough to get some rest.
He was jerked awake when the bed suddenly bounced hard enough to
cause his head to completely leave his pillow on the rebound.
His
heart thumping like a race horse after winning the Preakness, Charlie
bleary eyes sprang open, trying to hard to focus.
There was is wife lying beside him. She was on top of the
covers,
and her body was naked. Her eyes were open, and they were
looking up
at something. Her legs were splayed open. She was breathing
hard.
Charlie could see her plump breasts, her new larger breasts, heaving
as if she had just been running.
Charlie looked up to see what her eyes were focused on. There
stood
Charlie's boss, naked, his cock hard and sticking straight out.
He
watched as his wife's little hand reached over to lovingly caress
it.
"My god woman, you like sex more than any woman I ever been
with
before! You still want more after last night?"
Charlie's wife nodded, her mouth smiling impishly. "I want
your cock
some more, Mathew! Lie down with me and fuck me more baby!
Please?"
Charlie's boss emitted his characteristic manly deep throated
chuckle. "All right then, scoot on over you sexy whore,
make me some
room there beside you and your husband, and we'll show Charlie what
you have been up to all night long!"
Ann quickly moved over, nudging Charlie to get him to move over
some
more. Charlie reluctantly moved on over, and Matt got on the
bed
beside Charlie's naked wife. Matt's mouth instantly encapsulated
Charlie's wife's erect nipple. Ann's face quickly became angelic,
taking on the soft glow of a woman anticipating her lover.
Ann raised her head to watch Charlie's boss suckle her breast, her
proud, large, gorgeous breast. Then Charlie saw his wife look
toward
their bedroom door. She giggled, then said, "Hey guys!
Come on in,
its OK! Come on in and take your clothes off. Teach
me how to close
your deals guys!"
Ann turned her head to watch Charlie's face as several men that
Charlie worked with trooped in and quickly divested themselves of
their clothes. "Hey baby! Guess what!"
Charlie was too distracted to hear her as he watched his work mates
undress in his bedroom.
"CHARLIE! HEY! CHARLIE! Guess what honey!
Your boss made me vice
president of Closings last night! We closed seven different
deals
after you left baby! And I get ten percent of every deal I
help
close! The company had its largest one day profit spike in
its
history after I came aboard last night! Isn't that exciting?
Mathew
ran the numbers this morning before he brought me home!"
Charlie's boss raised his head and grinned at Charlie. "Yeah
man!
Your wife is something else! She closed two deals I had completely
given up for lost! And god can your wife FUCK! Never
met anyone
like her before, that's for damn sure!" He went back
to enjoying her
succulent breasts as one of Charlie's work mates climbed into her
saddle and entered her without preamble. Ann moaned in happiness
as
the young man began to pound into her.
One of the guys started talking about how Ann had fucked some tall
black man that owned the company that he had been dealing with for
months, and closed his illusive deal in less than fifteen minutes.
The man looked at Ann and asked "So how big was his black cock,
Ann?"
Ann giggled. "Smaller than Mathew's! Smaller than
yours, and
smaller for sure than Charlie's!" Ann looked over
toward the foot
of the bed and hollered "Hey guys! Quite slackin'!
I need a cock to
suck! Get your sorry asses up here and feed me!"
Three men offered their meat to her. She tried first one,
then
sampled the other two before taking the second one down her throat,
swallowing him whole in a single gulp.
Charlie, totally awake now, watched as his wife did for the man
in
her mouth what she had never ever done for him.
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| Part Two |
Charlie watched a woman he
didn't recognize, his wife, do what he had
always fantasized about her doing. Somehow, his wife had become
a
little sexy voraciously horny woman. `She has tits!' When
had this
happened? How, when, had she learned to suck cocks like that,
like a
whore at Mardi Gras? Charlie watched as she satisfied every
man that
had followed her home that morning after the wild St. Patty's Day
party. Charlie watched as his wife came over and over and over
in
powerful, bed shaking orgasms!
And what had she said? SHE was now a VP in HIS firm? Well,
not HIS,
but the firm where he worked, he reminded himself. And she was
not
only a VP, but her job was to close deals. And did she close
deals
by spreading her legs?
Was it really true that he had just a week ago described this fantasy
to a strange woman, and suddenly it had come true? And not just
come
true, but she was right here in front of him, in their own bed, right
now, with cum running out of its pussy like the most slutty woman
he
could think of, fucking man after man, sucking off man after man!
His wife sucks cocks!
One by one, all the guys finally ran out of steam, got dressed and
left.
It was just Charlie and his wife left in their bed. Two strangers.
Ann lay there, her legs still splayed open, her body covered in globs
of cum, other men's cum, and stared at the ceiling.
It was the moment of truth.
Would her husband accept the new Ann? The Ann that loved sex?
The Ann with big boobs? The Ann that could now suck start a
Honda?
Ann lay there for what felt like eternity, her husband just lying
there on his side, staring at her. Not touching her. Not
talking.
Just staring at her. Silent.
Ann could smell the sex all over her. Her vagina felt raw.
Her new
tits ached from all the attention they had received in the last 12
hours. My god! How many men had sexed her last night,
and this
morning?
All those years of hiding in the closet to dress, to undress, to hide
her body from the man she loved. All those wasted years of
saying "No!", of refusing to allow her sexuality to surface.
Wasted
years of manipulation.
Tears formed in Ann's eyes. They welled up till they left wet
streaks as they ran down the sides of her face. She sniffled.
Her
fear roiled in her belly. What if her husband said "Get out!
Get out
you fucking SLUT!"
`Why doesn't he say something?' Her mind was starting to panic.
"Honey, can I touch you?" Charlie's voice was tentative,
scared,
soft.
Ann nodded. Her hopes stopped their free fall toward despair.
She
lay there, her body open, her legs still splayed, her breasts icky
with other men's cum, and hoped beyond hope that her husband would
accept the Ann that had been hiding inside her for decades, never
allowing itself out.
Charlie's hand touched her side. It was a tentative touch.
One
finger. As if her husband was testing to see if she was
real.
Ann closed her eyes, daring to hope.
Charlie slid over to her, putting his arm around her tummy, his hand
dangling over her hip on the other side. Her tummy had so much
cum
on it that it arm slid a bit as he placed it carefully on her belly.
"Would you prefer that I take a shower honey?" Her
voice was as
scared as his was. Ann knew instinctively that they had to relearn
everything they knew about each other. Their lives were different
now, irretrievably altered beyond recognition. Both of them
had to
change, their whole relationship they had formed, the one that had
been built upon a lie.
"I'll shower with you Ann, if you want me to."
He had called her Ann. Not honey, not sweetie, not baby.
"Ann."
Just "Ann." What did that mean?
Suddenly, Charlie moaned, then rolled over on top of her, his cock
searching for her sodden slutty hole.
Ann's own libido surged. She gasped as his cock head touched
her
irritated sex. "Let me get on top of you honey."
Charlie leaned
left, then pulled her over on top of him. Her legs straddled
her
husband's hips, his cock somehow still slightly inside her body.
She
slammed down on him driving his penis deep into the deep puddle of
cum that had collected in her vagina.
The cum pumped from her opening, sluicing across Charlie's crotch
like the first wave of the high tide. It fully lubricated his
shaft
and balls and crotch. Ann fucked her husband's cock with more
energy
than any man all night. Within seconds she was cumming again.
She began to scream. Her years of hiding her inner self from
her
husband were behind her now. The new Ann loved to sex, loved to
fuck, loved to suck, and she was going to give the best of it all
to
her beloved husband.
Ann fucked Charlie in a way that allowed them to really see each
other, for the first time in their marriage, as they really were.
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| Part Three |
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Charlie had never before gotten an erection caused by deciding
to
check his email. But he was hard now. He was hard as
a rock, so
hard that he had to unzip his pants to shift his penis around in
his
underwear before he could open his browser.
But there it was! Her email sitting there in his inbox. "Marie
Klienpuss." Just her name made his cock rage!
His hand shaking with desire, he moved his mouse to the email with
her name on it. It seemed to take an eternity for his email
program
to open her words.
"Hey Charlie! Guess what! I met your wife!
We both were taking
that course you have to take to brush up on our driving skills and
knowledge so we don't get points on our driver's license records
after you get a ticket. Your wife is very pretty! And
very sexy
too. God, we were sitting there in the same row, well, I guess
I
should say right next to, this black guy. Good looking man!
And he
had on these shorts. They were fairly short cutoffs.
And this hunk
kept sort of drifting off. Like he had missed his sleep because
he
worked all night then had to show up for this stupid class.
Anyway, Mr Hunky Man kept drifting off. So we (your wife an
me) are
bored to tears and our eyes can't stay off the salami that is in
his
shorts. It keeps growing and retreating during the whole class.
Then right toward the end of the class, the head of his salami
actually grows right out of the bottom of his shorts! God
what a
dick!
So anyway, after the class, I asked your wife (of course I didn't
know it was your wife then) if she wanted to go have a drink.
She
said yes, and guess what, we walk into this little bar, and who
is
sitting there at the bar? YES! That hunk! So we
giggle and wink at
each other and sit down on both sides of him in the bar, on the
bar
stools. We start flirting with him and he responds.
I mean, he
RESPONDS! And there that gorgeous hunk of meat is hanging
out the
bottom of the leg of his shorts again!
So one thing leads to another and your wife finds her hand on the
pipe in that guys shorts. And he gets even longer and harder
and
thicker! Oh my god!
Well, Charlie, as you can imagine, I could not stand it and had
to
experience this guy's BIG black cock! I mean, how often do
you get
to experience a world class treasure like that anyway? So
your wife
and I take him to a motel and we spent that afternoon with him.
He
had to get to work so we stayed and enjoyed each other's company
for
awhile. That was when I found out that she was YOUR wife!
God, the
feeling of his cock splashing cum all over inside me, so deep and
so
thick and oh my god did we both cum hard over and over and over!
Your wife likes to taste cummies, did you know that? She likes
to
pursue cummies wherever they are!
Your wife is one sexy woman, Charlie!
Hugs and squeezes
Marie"
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