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Golf Balls thru Garden Hoses

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I guess my story started about eighteen months ago. My husband and I had been married for a little over a year. He is in his early thirties, I am in my early twenties. Late one night I felt that familiar hardness being, not so discretely, pressed into my night shirt and wedged between my ass cheeks. Some might call this spooning, if he didn’t have a hard-on.

When I was growing up my aunt explained the facts of life that my parents just never got around to. She hit on a lot of things: blow jobs, hand jobs, men’s needs, affairs…just about anything I wanted to know, she answered. While never very adventurous, I did have an education. One of the main things she harped on was men’s needs. She summed this up by saying, “if he’s eating at home he won’t go out to eat.”

This fact had proved to be very true. Even if I wasn’t in the mood, I made sure that he didn’t have to go far to find release. Occasionally, following this rule proved a little awkward – a hand job driving down the interstate, a blowjob under his desk at work. I usually found these things a little degrading, but also a little naughty. I felt both dirty and filled with guilty pleasure at having done them. I don’t consider myself a prude and thought he was happy with the unspoken arrangement.

With his desire and need very obvious on that night, I reached around and slid my hand onto his crotch, while simultaneously grinding into him. He greedily reached under my cotton shirt and massaged one of my breast, concentrating on my nipple. It felt good and I rolled over and smiled. He had a sheepish, sleepy grin on his face. I lightly laid my leg over his leg, pressed myself against his body and rubbed his penis up and down my pussy, trying to get my juices flowing. It didn’t take long.

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top. I am not very big and I sometimes feel like his six foot, two hundred pound frame is too heavy for my five foot one inch, one hundred pound body. I also like the control. I eased onto his shaft slowly, letting my pussy become accustomed to his girth. With my hands on his chest to brace myself, I leaned my head forward and let my dark hair hang into his face. He likes this too, and I enjoy his usual look of rapture as our bodies first join. Tonight, however, he had his eyes squeezed shut and his brow was furrowed.

“What are you thinking about” I ask as his shaft fully entered me. I realize this is not fair as I, as almost any woman can, can get just about any question answered, while in this position.

“Oh, nothing”. He said, then pulls down on my hips forcing himself deeper.

I stop and flex my vaginal muscle, squeezing him and holding him there.

“You know you can’t do that unless you want me to cum too soon,” he said.

“Your right, so just tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You’ll get mad and I don’t want you mad at me.”

Hmmm I think, this could turn into a fight, but I don’t feel like fighting right now. In fact all I felt like doing was achieving an orgasm. So I began moving again and cajoling him into telling me.

After a little bit of good natured ribbing he admitted’ “I was fantasying about this new girl at my office.” I was taken aback, and stopped.

“See I told you, you’d be mad.”

Well, I was jealousy. Wasn’t I enough? I pondered for a minute, had I ever done the same thing. To be honest I had, but it had always been about Brad Pitt, not some guy at my work. I decided, that along with all the other things I knew about men and their sex drives, this fantasy was normal too.

After he came (I never did, probably since my mind wasn’t right with this little tidbit of info). We talked about sexual fantasies, as I was trying to find out if there was any real competition from this girl. That’s when he dropped this bomb on me.

“My deepest, darkest fantasy is to watch you have sex with another man”.

To say the least I was blown away – speechless. We have always been open and honest about our sex lives, but this seemed so out of bounds, out of normal human desire. I told him as much. The next day, he showed me the swing lifestyle web site and specifically, the stories on MFM threesomes. Again words failed me.

Over the next several months our pillow talk turned to all manner of things including his recurring desire to see me have sex with another man. He described, in detail, how wet I would become, how hard I would cum….

As these thoughts intruded on our lovemaking, I began to feed his internal story with little demands.

“Honey, look at your dick sliding into me, Now imagine its someone else’s dick.”

“I want to cum in front of you as some guy pounds me from behind.”

My husband’s response was almost always a mind blowing orgasm. I could feel his response to those verbalized scenes.

I never actually pursued this as I just thought it too difficult to avoid the recriminations of those that knew us. The neighbors would certainly talk.

Last summer, we held an end of summer, beginning of football season, pool party. A lot of people from his work attended, including That girl. We were both busy playing host and hostess, making sure the food was plentiful and beer flowed freely. There was no shortage of women in T backed bikinis, and broad shouldered men. I believe everyone was having a great time.

As it got later, and most were feeling the alcohol affects, I looked, but could not find my husband or the object of his lust. They had both disappeared. I slinked through the house making small talk with the remaining guest and finally stumbled upon them in the guest bathroom – with his dick in her mouth.

“What the hell, man!” I said loudly, but didn’t scream. My timing was horrible or great depending upon how kinky you are. He was just beginning to bow his load into her mouth right as I opened the door. My sudden appearance caused him to pop his penis out of her mouth as the first gobs of cum shot out. He sprayed cum all over her face. The combination of my entrance and his cum had her dumbfounded and speechless, especially since she had cum dripping from her eyebrows. I turned and walked away.

“Awww…baby don’t be mad.” My husband whined as I walked away in search of this girl’s man. I had seen her arrive with a good looking older gentleman. He was tan and slightly rugged looking with gray streaked through his hair. His greatest feature wasn’t physical, rather it was that he radiated a confident calm. That alone made him attractive, so when one also noted his strong, almost too strong looking arms and hands, you couldn’t help but understand what such a cute young thing was doing with an older guy like him.

“I just busted your woman giving my man a blow job.” I said as I found him leaning against the Tiki Bar.

“Hmmm…” was all he said for a minute. The seconds ticked by and his gaze never left my face. When he finally tore his eyes away from mine, he slowly looked me up and down, lingering on places he found especially attractive – the creases where my legs join my hips, the curve of my neck, the swell of my breast. I was only wearing a bikini and beach wrap, so I already had a lot of skin showing. But let me tell you… when he looked me over with those smoldering eyes, I felt like he had already penetrated my pussy right then and there. I blushed and wanted to cover myself, at the same time my pussy just gushed juices. It was a very disconcerting feeling.

“What do you propose we do about it?” he asked in a smooth southern draw. It sounded like molasses. Right then is when the two guilty parties came through the door. His woman hastily made her getaway in her car as my husband just stopped and stared at me.

“I have an idea.” I tell this stranger, and lean in to whisper it in his ear. I let my breast rub against his chest and arms and try to add a little hot breath as I tell him my idea. When I am done he smiles and immediately agrees.

My husband, I’ll call him ‘Tom’, was still standing there when I glared at him and curled my finger in a come hear motion.

“We have decided on a punishment, that will come as soon as the rest of our guests leave.” I said. Tom looked around and moaned, the house was empting very quickly.

About an hour later, it was just me, Tom and this stranger.

“You will do exactly what I tell you to do, if you know what’s good for you.” I say. He mumbles something, but nods his head.

“Remove your pants and Sit.” I tell him, pointing at the pool side lounge chair.

“Come on, honey,” he moans, but he is looking at the stranger. I catch his meaning, he doesn’t want to remove his clothes in front of this guy.

“Do what I said, Now.” I respond. The stranger just smiles and shrugs his shoulders at Tom.

Once Tom is naked from the waist down and sitting on the chair I produce the duct tape I had retrieved as part of my plan.

“Now, wait a minute.” He protested, but stopped talking when I shot him a look. I ripped off more than a few pieces and taped Tom’s ankles to the chair, then his wrist, then his chest. When I was done Tom was completely immobilized. He and the chair had become one. The stranger walked, more like sauntered, up behind me and reached around and caressed my breast and leaned over my shoulder and kissed the nape of my neck. I could feel him growing as he pressed into me, as he untied my beach wrap we moved apart enough for it to fall to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Tom said, louder now, more agitated.

The stranger knelt behind me and slid his fingers into my bikini waistband, I wiggled my hips to make it slide to the ground as he pulled it off. I stepped closer to Tom, and bent to pick them up.

“Come, on, don’t do this,” Tom protested weakly.

I turn to my new friend, looked him up and down, making sure Tom could see the lust on my face. I wink at the stranger then turned back to Tom and wrapped my bikini bottoms around his head and stuffed the crotch part into his mouth.

“Shut Up.” I say, then added, “Can you taste how wet this hunk has made me?”

Without a free appendage Tom couldn’t remove the bathing suit, so he just stared. I guess he was wondering what was going to happen next.

I turned around and pulled the stranger’s shorts to the ground. He wasn’t wearing underwear. For some strange reason, I found this very sexy. I wrapped my hand around his semi-erect penis and looked back over my shoulder at Tom. His eyes were wide. I turned back around and found a fully hard penis staring me in the face and for the first time since we started this little ‘Punishment’ I found myself studying it. How odd I thought to be holding the penis of a man I don’t know. It was perfect, not too large, not too small, curved upward ever so slightly and pulsing with need for release. Still holding it I stand up and walk around Tom’s chair. This puts the stranger standing on one side of the chair and me on the other. His dick was the framed directly in front of Tom’s face. I knelt down and leaned over and turned slightly to face Tom as I take this stranger’s dick in my mouth. I slide my tongue seductively along the shaft, just inches from Tom’s imploring eyes.

Tom glances up at my new lover and he just grins and shrugs his shoulders. He cups the back of my head in his very strong hands and guides me deeper with each of my strokes. I am almost gagging. (Which means he has to be a little bigger than Tom, because I have never gagged with Tom). I am just getting into it, when the stranger stops me, lifts my face and says, “I want to fuck you.”

“That’s not part of the deal.” I say, though it was because this entire thing has been scripted for maximum punishment of Tom.

“I don’t care what the original arrangement was, I want to have you, here and now.”

“No.” I said and stand up and begin to walk away. The stranger grabs my arm, spins me back to face him. Tom was still strapped to a chair between us.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said. I began twisting and yelling, but he didn’t let go. Tom’s eyes were the size of silver dollars and he was wiggling in his bindings trying to get free. The next thing I knew, I was lifted by the waist and was suddenly on the same side of the chair as the stranger. We were momentarily face to face, he winked. I smiled so Tom couldn’t see it, then began pounding on his chest, demanding he let go. He spun me effortlessly, forced me to bend at the waist and ordered me to hold onto the other side of Tom’s chair. As I was bending over I could feel one of his strong hands grip my waist and the other push on the small of my back. These actions created a natural bend in my body that had my ass cocked in the air like a cat in heat. Before I could even get a good grip on the chair I could feel the stranger enter me from behind. I had planned on continuing the fake fight, but the shock of actually being fucked (not made love to) by a total stranger, right in front of my husband had temporarily caused brain freeze. In fact I think I moaned with pleasure. The feeling of being taken like that was almost overwhelming.

Remember I am pretty petit and this guy was pretty big. His hands were wrapped around my waist, right at those creases he had stared at earlier. He was pulling himself into me. He felt so good. I was on my tippy-toes and he was holding me in place. We weren’t doing a straight porno-piston action, he was pounding with a slightly upward stroke. The way he had me bent over combined with his way of pushing was stroking my clit perfectly. I had never been taken like that before. I could feel everything, the veins of his tool, the suction of my juices, my heart beating faster than it ever had before. What was he doing to me? And whatever it was don’t stop!

At this point I thought to look at Tom. He was only inches away from the action, as some stranger’s dick was sliding in and out of his wife’s pussy. The look on his face was priceless. He was a mixed bag of emotion. Anger, fear, jealousy, but also lust, need and desire. I glanced down at Tom’s naked bottom half and found my nipples were grazing the head of Tom’s very hard penis. It was bobbing back and forth with every thrust into my pussy. I lifted my leg closest to Tom’s face and straddled the chair. This moved the action even closer to Tom’s face. Once I was balanced and not in danger of falling forward I reached back with one hand and cupped my lover’s balls and massaged them ever so slightly.

It was at this point I completely forgot about Tom. I could feel the building orgasm in the pit of my stomach. It spread outward concentrating on my pussy. I felt my vaginal walls contract, and grip. Right when I was about to cum, I felt the head of his penis swell, and the length of his shaft pulse. The only way to describe it is to picture a golf ball passing through a garden hose, now imagine those round lumps being pumped though his penis into my pussy and that those lumps are gobs and gobs of cum. Between knowing how to hit my clit, the angle of our sex, the pulsing of cum and my near explosion of ecstasy I almost passed out. For the first time in my life I could actually feel my body squirting juices. These juices were mixing with his cum and gushing from my pussy, running down the inside of my legs, all over his shaft, all over his stomach, all over his balls and down his thighs. My entire body was wracked with orgasmic spasms. I am sure I was making some kind of animal grunting sound but was so lost in the physical-ness of the moment I couldn’t tell. I had my eyes closed until the waves of pleasure passed.

Finally, I opened my eyes, as the stranger was slowly (even him pulling himself out of me was erotic, he was slow and smooth and it felt soooo good) pulling himself out of me. I stood up and was about to turn and go inside to clean up. (there was so much cum). I looked into Tom’s eyes and there his dick was. Still standing at attention, throbbing.

“Oh, poor little fella. Do you want some too?” he eagerly bobbed his head up and down.

I straddled the chair and centered myself over Tom’s member and lowered my pussy onto his familiar shaft. I was so wet with cum and from the pounding I had just happily received I easily slid onto him. As I was lowering myself, Tom began to cum. Not even a full stroke of his penis and he was spraying cum inside of me. Compared to the cum my body had just taken, his felt like fine needle spray, not much volume but plenty of pressure behind it. That was probably the hardest Tom had ever cum in his life. But for me, it was purely pitiful. I didn’t tell Tom this.

You might think this was the end, but there’s more to this story. The stranger had gone inside to clean up and I untied Tom. I assure him, the little game was faked for his ‘punishment’ and that everything was fine. After a moment of thought he smiled and shook his head. I asked him to clean up after the party while I drove our new friend home.

I grabbed a quick shower, fingering myself thinking about how hard I had come. I didn’t linger, however, and hurriedly dressed in loose shorts and tank top and hustled to the car. The drive across town was uneventful and filled with an easy small talk. I dropped him off and could see the living room light still on.

“Will it be a bad scene?” I asked?

“Nah,” It will be fine.

I watched his ass as he climbed out of my car and could definitely see what his woman saw in him. Damn!

I backed out and was halfway home when I got pulled over.

“Mam, have you been drinking tonight?” the officer asked.

His tone suggested business, but his eyes were looking at my tan legs. I had been drinking (or I would have never been able to go through with my little plan). I got really scared, until I figured why not.

“Officer, my driver’s license and stuff is in the trunk, in my purse, let me get it for you.” I said without answering his original question. I popped the trunk, got out and tried my best to be sexy without trying to look like I was trying. As I bent over at the waist I couldn’t help but guiltily think about what I had done just an hour earlier. The light of the flashlight was searching the truck, but disappeared and ran up and down my legs and ass.

“Can you help me find it?” I sweetly ask.

As he leaned into the truck I edged close enough for my breast to rub against his arm. If it had been light enough to see I think he might have blushed.

I take this chance to check him out. Youngish, handsome, blond and clean shaven.

“I might not have in here, you can frisk me if you want.” If he doesn’t figure out this situation he doesn’t deserve to get any pussy.

He smiles and stands me up, spreads my arms, knelt down and pats down my bare legs, working his way up inside my loose shorts. I am pantyless and his fingers rub my pussy.

“I found what I am looking for.” He said standing up.

I lower my arms and unzip his pants. I don't remove any clothing just his zipper. I free his rock hard dick, spin around and slam the trunk closed. I spread my feet and place one hand on the truck, the other I use to discretely pull my shorts aside.

“Put it in me quick.” I say. “if any cars come by just stand still and it will look like your making an arrest.”

He does exactly as I tell him and is soon pumping my pussy from behind. I close my eyes and picture the stranger fucking me instead of this young hunk. He is all go, go go…. No style, no rhythm. No cars drive while he is fucking me because it only takes a few seconds. He is clinching my waist and feebly pumping cum inside me. Once he is done he pulls out, too quickly.

“Your free to go mam.” He said as he zips up his pants and walked back to his car.

This all happened one crazy night last September, and nothing like it has happened before or since. It is now March and I am seven months pregnant.

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