Watching my wife

Well I thought I’d have a short break from the true stories I’ve been recounting from my past so this one is a fantasy but one I hope to live out as soon as possible or at least get as close to as possible! My wife’s first Christmas party with her new employers was looming and she was worried. It was fancy dress and the theme was vicars and tarts. She told me she didn’t feel too comfortable dressing like a tart in front of people she had barely got to know yet, so I gallantly offered to go as a tart leaving her free to attend dressed as a vicar. That did it, she might feel a bit apprehensive about dressing slutty in front of her new workmates but having them think I was a tranny was apparently even worse. She left for work that morning still looking troubled, the party was a week away. That night in bed she turned to me looking worried again, “My boss has been talking about nothing but the party all day.” “Well, I suppose he’s looking forward to letting his hair down. Maybe he’s had a tough year?” I suggested. “Yeah maybe.” She turned over leaving something unsaid, I know my wife and know when she’s holding something back but I left it as I needed some sl**p. The next morning nothing was mentioned and we got on with our day, but the next night she turned to me again looking bothered. “He’s been going on about it again all day” she said. “Who? Your boss?” She nodded not looking at me. “What’s he been saying that you’re so bothered about?” She took a few minutes to say anything and even then it was hesitant, “He keeps asking me what I’m going to wear and saying he hopes it’s something short and sexy.” I felt my cock twitch under the covers and moved away from her hand slightly just in case she noticed, we’d had ‘chats’ about involving other guys which included everything from a quick feel to full blown sex, she’d told me that fantasies were fine but the real thing was a definite no-no. “Well, he probably thinks you’ve got nice legs, what’s wrong with that?” “Nothing, but he’s been saying I should leave you at home as well.” I could hear she was getting a little angry now, so I tried to pacify the situation a bit. “I’m sure he was only joking, maybe h...” “No he wasn’t!” she exclaimed and turned over away from me, thumping her pillow into the mattress as she lay back down. “Or maybe he was for the first couple of times, I lost count of the times he said it today.” So Mr Lenson fancied my wife did he? I readjusted myself a bit, my by now raging hard on had got a bit wrapped up in the sheets. God what I wouldn’t give to see him on top of Mel, pumping his rock hard old cock up her tight cunt. Mr Lenson was a gruff, middle aged bear of a man, I’d only met him once but he’d made a big impression in a very short time. He had a large belly, large hands and a large personality. At sixty he was pretty active too, always taking part in madcap charity stunts like climbing mountains, jumping out of planes and cycling huge distances. “Ok so he’s a dirty old bugger who fancies you, so what? And who wouldn’t?” All the while I was saying this my brain was in overdrive, picturing the dirty old sod on top of my wife, his huge hairy arse going up and down, up and down between her wide open thighs. Her mouth hanging open, her glazed eyes and flushed face as she clung onto his heaving body, the panting and moaning, the squeaking of the bed...I was snapped back to reality by my wife’s voice. “What?” “Well, what I mean is that he’s just looking forward to seeing some sexy younger women dressed up at the Christmas party for a change. His wife is about the same age as him isn’t she? Yeah? And anyway, she’ll be there so it’s not as if he’s going to try it on or anything, you’ll probably have to give him a quick peck under the mistletoe.” She seemed to have calmed down so I tried “And it won’t do your job prospects any harm if you do dress up a bit dirty for the old perv will it?” But that got me a punch in the stomach, which in turn led her to discovering my erection. Oops. “Oh I see, you don’t mind him perving over me do you? We’ve been through this before and I’ve told you I’m not going there.” I sighed deflated in more ways than one I turned over to get some sl**p wondering if we’d even go to the party now. But go to the party we did, it wasn’t mentioned again until the day before when it came time to sort out our costumes. My wife came into the living room while I was watching TV “What do you think?” she asked. I turned to look at her, wondering what she was talking about and my jaw nearly hit the floor. “Erm wow” I said. She smiled, “Do you think it’s too revealing?” She was wearing her eight inch high heels, fishnet suspenders and a little maid’s uniform I’d bought online for her a few years back and that had barely been used. She looked a bit wobbly on her heels and I guessed she’d had a few drinks while trying on her outfit. “No it looks great” I tried to hide my excitement at the outfit, Mr Lenson was going to get a right eyeful at the party and I intended to stand back and watch while he did. Mel just smiled and tottered back out and upstairs to change. I was hard as a rock all evening at the thought of her boss seeing her in that outfit and we had a really good shag that night. “I’ll have to start wearing that outfit to work if the thought of my boss eyeing me up is going to have that effect on you” Mel cooed. “I think he might take that as a signal to get a bit more ‘hands on’ with his staff don’t you?” I laughed. My wife just giggled. “You know you’re going to get your arse pinched in that outfit don’t you?” I warned her. You might wonder why, but I didn’t want to be in the middle of a fight at my wife’s Christmas party when she’d reacted badly to some pissed up guy grabbing her arse, so I thought I’d test the water first and make sure she was ok with it. “Like you say, it won’t do my job prospects any harm will it?” With that she laughed, turned over and went to sl**p, leaving me wondering at her apparent change of heart. The night of the party finally arrived. I got one last glimpse of my wife’s sexy outfit as she buttoned up her long winter coat. Or tried to. In the end I had to do it, she’d obviously been building up her courage with my whiskey while she was getting ready. The taxi ride was silent, I guess we were both nervous. At least I know I was, the anticipation, the hope of seeing my wife’s arse caressed by strange hands...my mind was wandering again. I was interrupted in my reverie by our arrival at the party. I paid the driver while my wife went inside where it was warm. Getting impatient waiting for the change I told him just to keep the tip in the end even though it was far too large, I guess that’s what he’d planned for. Hopping out of the cab I took in my surroundings, to my untrained eye it looked like a bl**dy huge mansion, so this is where her boss lives. Wow. Inside it was just as spectacular, I couldn’t see my wife anywhere so dropped off my coat grabbed a drink and went off in search. It didn’t take too long to find her she was standing next to Mr Lenson – just another vicar in a room full of vicars like me. He had his arm round my wife’s waist and was talking and laughing with a number of other men of about the same age and bearing. Mel was drinking quickly and she was almost at the end of her second drink by the time I reached them. My wife certainly stood out. The party was full of young to middle aged women in varying degrees of tarty dress. The amount of thigh and cleavage on show was enough to make any man adjust his pants in a hurry. But my wife’s outfit won the slutty prize hands down, it was no wonder she was downing the drinks. “I’m thinking of making this the new office uniform!” Mr Lenson bellowed, pulling my wife closer into his ample frame. His friends laughed along as they ogled her barely concealed breasts and upper thighs, she just giggled like a silly schoolgirl and started on her third drink in quick succession. “Ah you must be Mel’s husband!” I turned around and was faced by a middle aged French courtesan. “I’m Hugh’s wife, Mary”. I must have looked blank, because she went on “Mr Lenson. Of course your wife has only been with him a short time hasn’t she? We’re not on first name terms yet. Come and get a drink and tell me all about yourself.” She took my arm and guided me away from my wife and the group of perving old men and towards the bar. We talked for what seemed like ages but was in fact only about ten minutes and she did seem genuinely interested in me. That is until one of the waiters gave her an urgent message and then she seemed distracted and got my name wrong as she assured me she’d be back shortly. I took the opportunity to get another drink and went to see how my wife was getting on. Her group had moved and I looked around a little lost until I heard Mr Lenson’s bellowing laugh from another room. I quickly made my way over there and found a smaller and somewhat quieter room, where much the same group as before were all stood around Mr Lenson engaged in conversation. Then I noticed my wife and realised my prayers had been answered at least in part. She stood close to Lenson still, another drink in her hand but instead of his arm being around her waist, it had moved south and now his huge hairy hand was underneath my wife’s maid’s uniform and was gently caressing her arse though her lacy black knickers. I stepped back into the shadows so as not to disturb this erotic scene and quickly went off to grab a more substantial drink so I could take my time and enjoy the show. When I got back I felt a sudden shock like a jolt of electricity as I saw Mr Lensons hand was now inside my wife’s knickers. He had obviously pulled the waistband out and slipped his hand down between her buttocks and I could see the outline of his large fat fingers now moving rhythmically between her legs. Mel still had hold of her drink, but by now her arm was as far around her boss’s copious waist as she could get it and her head was resting on his shoulder. She was obviously enjoying being felt up by her old boss as I could see her subtly pushing her arse back into his hand. The old rogue’s friends weren’t oblivious either, I saw some of them laugh to each other and nod towards Mr Lensons hand in Mel’s knickers. One or two of them were sharing a joke with my wife as well and went as far as to pop an ice cube down her cleavage while they were laughing. She squealed, “You’ll have to get it back out for her now!” the old man guffawed and I stood spellbound as one of his friends, a large grey haired chap stepped forward and slipped his hand straight down her top. She was laughing and squirming as he did it but was in no way fighting him off. I looked down briefly at something that had caught my eye...and saw the ice cube was now on the floor between my wife’s feet, but Mr Lenson’s fat friend continued his ‘search’ around my wife’s breasts, now quite clearly fondling them beneath her skimpy outfit. I looked back down to where Mr Lenson was groping my wife and saw the bulge of his hand in the back of her knickers now moving rhythmically and quite quickly, Mel wasn’t laughing now she was holding onto her boss, her head back on his shoulder. The room had now gone very quiet, the only noise was my wife’s gasps which were increasing in volume as her fingering and breast groping continued. Just then something else caught my eye and with a struggle looked past the scene before me and at something in the background. With a shock I realised it was a mirror and in one corner I could see the bearded face of Mr Lenson, looking directly at me and smiling as he fingered my d***ken wife. It wasn’t an eye smile, it was a genuine cold eyed shark smile, he had my young wife just where he wanted her and he knew I wouldn’t stop him. A quick word from Mr Lenson and his friend reluctantly withdrew his hand from Mel’s tits giving them one last squeeze on the way past as the old man guided my wife through his circle of friends and out via a door in the far wall, his hand still in her knickers. I sensed that if I just barged straight in and tried to follow them that I’d be stopped by his friends so I bided my time and got myself another drink. By the time I’d sidled past the d***ken group of men without them batting so much as an eyelid, about 10 minutes had passed by and I just hoped I hadn’t missed anything. At first I couldn’t find them and got a bit lost in the maze of corridors and stairs, but then I heard a stifled moan from the end of one of the corridors and headed towards it as quietly as I could. The door had swung slightly ajar and I found myself looking into a storeroom of some kind. There was a table against the wall, my wife was bent over it face first, her short dress pulled up over her arse and her knickers around her ankles. Meanwhile Mr Lenson was behind her, trousers down and one hand over her mouth stifling her moans, the other gripping her hip as he pounded his stiff old cock into her from behind. They’d obviously been going at it for a good few minutes as he was very red in the face and breathing heavily, his breath hissing from between clenched teeth. I watched breathless for a few moments, listening to the grunts and the sound of his skin slapping against my wife’s backside as he did her, my cock was now unbearably stiff. “Fuck yes, you little slut” the old man cried out, he pulled my wife upright burying his face in her hair as he drove his cock deep into her once, twice and then finally a third time and held it there deep. Her stifled moans became louder as he shuddered and emptied himself inside my wife, his buttocks clenching and unclenching as spurt after spurt of his spunk filled her ravaged cunt. Finally Mr Lenson’s hand dropped from my wife’s mouth and breathing heavily she leant on the table for support. “Oh God I’ve never cum so much,” she gasped “I can barely stand up.” Mr Lenson pulled up his pants and tidied himself up before brushing the hair away from my wife’s neck and kissing it deeply. “Next time I’ll really make you cum you dirty little tart” he laughed as he nuzzled her and slid his hand over her naked breast. My wife put her hand over his and pressed it into her flesh as the old man continued to lick and suck at her neck. “Mmmm” she moaned, her eyes closed obviously enjoying the feel of his rough old hands on her smooth skin. I left them like this and slipped back to the bar before I was discovered, the party was still in full swing and no-one seemed to notice that I’d been absent, although Mary Lenson did give me a very strange smile and a wink. I took it from her expression that she knew all about her husband and my wife or at least his intentions. Rich folk huh? A little while later Mr Lenson and my wife reappeared. They both looked as fresh as a daisy, drink in hand as they strolled over to where I was standing at the bar. I looked down and saw that his hand was on my wife’s arse again but for the moment outside her knickers, I wondered how long that would last. “Hugh said we can stay the night, there’s no need to get a taxi. Isn’t that kind?” my wife giggled d***kenly as she clung onto her boss. Mr Lenson ordered a round of drinks and passed one to me, “Thank you so much for coming dear boy. Bottoms up!” My wife giggled as Lenson gulped his drink back, his steely eyes never leaving mine. I sipped at mine nervously as he thumped his glass down on the bar and took his leave. "I must introduce your little wife to some more of my friends, she’ll need to get to know them a lot better if she’s going to be my new PA!” My head was spinning now, “Oh I forgot to tell you...” was all my wife could manage before she was whisked away once more by her boss, his hand openly groping her arse once more. I decided to follow but kept a discreet distance. It seemed that everyone left at the party knew what was going on. One or two looked embarrassed for me, but the rest just looked at me either in scorn or with a slight smirk. There was no sign of Mr Lenson’s wife. They stopped at a closed door, which was evidently locked as well as Mr Lenson took a key from his pocket and quickly unlocked it. From what I only briefly saw the room was semi dark and smoky, shadowy figures were lit by what I imagined to be a large video screen just out of sight on one side of the room. I heard a woman moaning several times before Mr Lenson ushered my wife inside patting her on the bottom as he did so and slipped in behind her. The door closed and I heard him lock it behind them. During the evening I had nothing else to do but watch wait and drink, a few more couples entered the room, usually older men with younger women in various states of undress. Every time the door opened I tried to see more but failed, hearing just a few more moans. I could only imagine what Mr Lenson or in fact any of the other men were doing to my wife in that dark room. By three or four in the morning the party had wound down and people were either leaving or climbing up to bed. I’d managed to rescue a couple of bottles of champagne and was slouched over a sofa drinking steadily waiting for the door to open. When it did a man I didn’t recognise staggered out and dashed towards the toilets retching, he’d left the door open so I got up and nervously moved towards it. The room was empty, there was another door in the far wall which I opened to find yet another corridor and silence. Going back into the room I saw that I had been right, there was a huge screen on one wall and a DVD player set into the wall beneath it, the rest of the room seemed to be filled with armchairs, floor cushions and empty champagne bottles. I hit play and sat back to watch, the film menu came on and I saw it was a collection of GGG titles, I selected ‘Sperma whores’ and watched a young girl get covered in cum whilst fucked repeatedly by a roomful of men. I loved this kind of porn but was sure that my wife would never want to watch it...then I looked down and saw something dark on the floor. The light from the screen lit up her discarded knickers. I picked them up and noticed that they were soaking. Looking at them closer I could see the spunk stains all over them, I looked down to where I had found them and saw more huge wet stains on the floor, there was cum everywhere and it looked like my wife had been the centre of attention, ‘getting to know’ Mr Lensons business associates I suppose. I didn’t expect I’d be seeing my wife again that night so I took her knickers and my bottles of champagne off to a quiet corner. The crotch of her knickers stank of sex and spunk, I greedily licked it of the material and swallowed as much of the cold gooey cum as I could while I wanked myself frantically, finally spurting into her dirty knickers and eventually falling happily into a booze fuelled dream. To be continued...

Whatever

When I was about this old, my widowed dad start to made me do one thing I never thought I'll ever do. At first it was really embarrassing, because he has not seen me naked since I was little. But now that I'm this old, he said that everyday starting today that I will have 'no clothes' on when I'm on the house. And that every once in awhile, he'll touch inside my sweet spot to see if my hymen is intact and still there. Do you have the slightest idea where this story heading to? Well you should, unless you grew up from a f****y nudism then probably no. Its just as worst as putting on a chastity belt. But better than making me go to a purity ball. So right after I got back from sch**l and came home, I went to the living room where my dad is waiting sitting on a couch and after several seconds of standing in front of him, I put down my bag and started stripping. I looked away in another direction every time a piece of my clothing comes off. I was looking down when I first took off all my top, leaving my bra on.Then I pulled down my pants halfway and that I bended over and untied my shoes and took it off, then pulled down the rest of my pants down and off my feet. Now I'm on my bra, panties, and orange stripe socks. "Keep going," dad said and he added,"Even those socks must come off." For some reason I felt myself blushed and when he saw my face turn red I immediately felt a wave of embarrassment. Doing all of this in front of him, I unhooked my bra and let it fall, not looking away from his eye contact. My breasts fell and my dad eyed them and he smirked, which made me curve a smile and that in my mind everything is alright and I bent over as I pulled down my panties and let it slide and fall to my ankles, along with my socks and with my foot I push the clothes aside. My dad eyed my pelvic to my sweet spot area and raised an eyebrow. "Now, come closer to me," he said. I walk to him and he put a finger touching my sweet spot. I thought I was going to faint and all that time that I been thinking that this was just all a bad dream. He then slides a finger up and inside my sweet spot then stop halfway when he felt the soft blockade of my hymen and pulled his finger out. "Take your things and clothes back to your room and...just do what you usually do, just without clothes on," he said. No worries, there's part two. And so on...

FIRST NIGHT WITH MOM

It was the shifting of the bed which woke me from a light and dreamless sl**p. I looked over and saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, glowing softly in the moonlight that spilled in through my window. I turned myself over and sat up. I saw now as my face was closer to hers that she had been crying. I held her beautiful face in my hands, brushing away the steam of tears away from er cheek. "He's left," she said. "Who?" I asked, still somewhat d***k from sl**p, but it quickly dawned on me and I smiled. "Good riddence," I responded after a brief pause. I moved my hand slowly down her long slender neck. She was wearing a sheer nightgown with a very deep neckline and appealingly highlighted her weighty breasts. With my fingertip I traced the words I LOVE YOU. Mom blushed but did not restain my hand as it advanced closer to her breasts, my thumb now slipping into the deep cleavage. Just beneath I could feel her heart racing. "We can be alone now," I whispered in her ear. The only remaining obstacle was Mom's inhibitions, but she was well aware my own feelings and felt absolutely no shame in them. For years now we had flirted with varying degrees of intensity as her marriage to my father faded. She became a prisoner of her desires which most of the time had to be poorly satisfied with a vibrator I bought for her as a brithday present and which she kept haidden in my room. I specifically chose a waterproof model that she could bring with her in the bathroom and pleasure herself as she showered. There came a timid tap on my bedroom door and she slipped in to retrieve the contraband appliance. She smiled sadly as she left the room. The pleasure was empty and fleeting. ("I miss the weith of another person against me. The touch and smell," she explains. "Masturbation is a poor substitute.") I now was in the position to rid her of that emptiness and take my father's place as a superior lover. Whenever he did fuck her (not make love) it was usually adriot and without passion and he seemed to do it merely as an obligation. "I want to make you happy," I said, my lips grazing her cheek. "I'm still so afraid," she said and moved her head back fractionally. I gently took her hand and guided it under the bedsheet and laid it on tent in my pajama pants. There was a momentary resistance and her breath quickened, but then her fingers bagen to curl around my erection. She was still very conflicted on the emotions spinning in her head. "There is no ease way," I told her."We are different from other mothers and sons." "Is this wrong?" she asked after a lengthy silence as she slowly gathered her thoughts. She shook her head slightly and her eyes turned down towards her hand wrung my erection. "No," I answered her question with a little smile. She suddenly drew her hand away and she looked at me. Her mouth moved but no audible words could be made out. I drew a little closer. "r**e me," came a tiny whisper of a voice. "What?" "r**e me. It has to happen ths way. PLease. Yes, I love you and I ache for you but I can't do it willingly. Not now. You have do get my past that fear. Do you understand?" There was a strange expression on her face, tears flowing freshly down her face. I attempted to kiss but she twisted her head away until I held it firmly in my hands and kissed. Her lips were tight and impenetrable. I pushed back down onto the bed and ripped open her nightgown; the thin fabric was no great obstacle and her mom's white fleshy tits leapt free. She continued struggling and thrashing about on the bed while I removed the remaining shreds and tossed them aside. All this had to be accomplished with one hand alternating with another as I held her flat down. She attempted to flee but I seived her by the waist and shoved her down. There was no time to appraise the lovely body before me as I worked my hand between her legs and prised them apart and began fingering the pussy buried under a dense nest of dark pubic hair. I tried to be very mindful as to how much f***e I was applying and did not wish to hurt mom in any way. I felt a slight ebbing of her struggle as I continued fonling her cunt, pinching the swollen clitoris between my thumb and forefinger. The pleasure seemed to begin to seep through the mask of shame that was quickly crumbling. My fingers advanced deeper and carrassing her vaginal walls. While this went on I was stroking my own cock and positioned her for penetration, but once she sensed this her struggled resumed and I had to pin her legs firmly down and with one thrust thrsut my engorged cock deep into mom's cunt. She let out a sharp cry and her body arched up off the mattress. I was afraid that I had hurt her and for a brief moment I considered stopping bt I overrulled this thought and continued fucking her until her body became soft and docile. Again the pleasure glowed on her face. I no longer need to hold her legs down; mom wrapped them around my back as I continued pumping into her, my energies beginning to flag. I had never had such a sexual encounter in all my life that required such a taxation of my physical and mental faculites. Mom groaned and sighed and wriggled her body beneath mine. We we both saturated with sweat and the slippery sensation it created was quite wonderful, but now I felt the unavoidable reward swiftly approaching and pulling my cock out and shoot my load over her shimmering torso. Mom reached over and wrung my cock dry of a few remaining trickles of sperm. Her face was suddenly illuminated by a bright sweet smile. "Thank you, my love," she said, holding my cock as I began to wither away. Once we regained our strangth we made our way into the bathroom and stepped into the shower stall. Mom was a bit timid about walking around naked through the apartment and reached for a robe before I restrained her. "No shame," I whispered to her. "You are beautiful." She smiled at me and little tear ran down her cheek as she kissed me warmly and deeply.

Sis-in-law in the woods

I've been into my s*s-in-law since the first time I saw her. She's 5'2", dark skin, pert breasts and a beautiful ass. No part of her is too big or small for her body, she's just perfect. Ever since we've met she's been like an older s*s to me. As I'm younger than my b*o and her, she's often been playful with me and loves to stroke my head or back if we're talking or give me a quick kiss as we part. She doesn't have many weaknesses, no smoking or d**gs, but her one weakness is she can't handle her drink at all. I mean, one glass of wine can make her feel drowsy and she'll sl**p for the rest of the night. Even though she knows this, she can't help herself if there is wine available. Conversely, my b*o doesn't drink at all, so the stories are usually about him having to take care of her as she was in la-la land. So, back to the story, on this particular weekend, my b*o, s*s-in-law, a couple of their friends and I were having a lazy afternoon in the sun. The men were watching football while the girls were chatting away. We'd all had quite a few drinks and that was fine as none of us were planning to do anything useful for the rest of the day. As the afternoon wound up, I could see that my s*s-in-law had passed out on the sunbed outside and so my b*o called it a day and packed off the guests and it was just the three of us. My b*o and I cleaned up as my s*s-in-law snoozed away. Just as we're finishing up he got a call, our parents were in town and we had to go get them. It was an annoying habit but they love surprising us, but this was not the best of times. The fact my s*s-in-law had passed out d***k wasn't something that he wanted our parents to see (we're Indian, they would not have understood). We quickly came up with an idea, he'd take her back to my place, which was about 15 mins walk through the woods, and I'd go get our parents. He'd pack a few things and she could recover over there, get ready and come back later, I'd just say the both of them were out with friends and therefore would join us for dinner. The problem was, I was easily over the limit and neither he, or I, would ever drive in that state. So, we switched roles, I'd take care of my s*s-in-law, he'd go get our parents and say that she and I had gone out shopping or something. I woke up my s*s-in-law the best I could, holding her up and explaining that we're going to my house because mum & dad were coming over. Nothing registered but that didn't stop me, we had to get going. I think you'll only appreciate the beauty of the rest story if I put you in my position, so the rest is in first-person: So 5 minutes later, you're walking through the woods, she's still basically passed out and saying useless things but she's tiny so you can easily support her and her bag. Most of the walk is on a trail, but about half way through you need to cut through the trees, through some old camping areas and onto another trail. Mostly the woods are empty, but they are used for walking groups etc. Thankfully not many c***dren/hoodies, though. Anyway, you're walking through the trees and bushes and she trips and stumbles into the ground. As you pick her back up, you can see she stumbled as her dress got caught on a branch and it's ripped now. Your cock hardens as you see her stomach through the cut in the dress, but you keep walking as your house is only 5 minutes away. You walk a little further and into a clearing when you realise that you left the bag behind when she stumbled earlier. As there was a table and a bench, you sit her down and jog back to get it (you don't want to risk her getting hurt again). You grab the bag and as you're walking back towards the clearing, you hear some noises, so you slow down and peek through the bushes to see what was happening. A group of old guys in sweatpants and t-shirts who must have been going for their daily walk. There are about 5 of them and they are circling her like vultures on prey. She has no clue what was happening, she is mumbling a few things but nothing useful. They are cracking a few smiles and a couple of them make a joke that has the group laughing. You should have gone and stopped them but you're stuck, bl**d is pumping and you are hard thinking about what they might do to her. In a friendly tone, you heard them refer to her as 'cunt' and 'slut' and one of them decides it was time to help her up. He does, but not without cupping her breasts from behind as he does, giving them a tight squeeze and she moans. He looks up to the rest of his gang, all the old cocks starting to get harder seeing this cunt dazed, confused and half-naked in the middle of the woods with no one else around. The guy holding her assures her that he'll take her home and leads her further intot he wood, to a nice quiet spot that he knows as he and his friends use it for doing some group wanking sessions. You follow them further into the woods, keeping your distance but still being able to keep an eye on everything that's happening. The quiet stop they lead her to is a clearing with tall bushes all around, covered by old trees, with some benches for sitting on, and a picnic table in the middle. Families probably use this place for picnics during the summer, but now that the weather is terrible, it's used during the day for these old guys to release some pent-up cum and during the night for dogging. You can make our used condoms and stains on the table in the middle, someone had a good time last night. The leader of the gang leads your s*s-in-law to the table and props her up on it. She sits up on the edge for a second, you see her bra has been pulled aside, and you can make our her panties now as he jeans are around her thighs. She manages to stay upright for about 10 seconds before she begins to lay back. By now the gang have rid themselves of their winter jackets and the jogging bottoms they were wearing are around their thighs. They are stroking themselves as one of the older ones moves forwards and helps her jeans off, the leader, a big black old timer, undoes her bra and takes off her shirt. Her clothes are discarded onto the floor, a cunt doesn't need clothes, now she's dressed appropriately for her role in life. They move forward and start to grobe her, hands ever where, black and white, feeling everything. Two of them started at her feet but are how quickly running their hands down her thighs and reaching her pussy. Two more are roughly groping her breasts, and the black guy has got two fingers in her mouth, moving them in and out like it were his cock. You can see her squirm under all those hands, she's moaning, she likes it! Confused as hell, thinking that she must be dreaming, she's going with the flow without knowing she's being initiated as a cum slut, something that's going to change her forever. Soon they get tired of kneading her breasts and fingering her pussy and ass hole, so they spin her around and move her off the table so now she's bending onto the table, with her ass high up in the air on one end and breasts and head off the edge other end. The hands have been replaced by cocks, two of them are slapping their cocks on her tight bum while two others are using her hands to wank themselves and the black guy is rubbing his cock against her lips. They aren't interested in fucking her, they don't know where she's been, of course, she looks to them like a 2-bit whore that's had a bad trick who left her in the woods. So they continue to rub they cocks on her, use her hands for keeping themselves hard and the leader using her mouth to keep his big cock warm. A cock warmer...maybe that's her call in life? Her only use to keep warm the cocks of old men... You hear a grunt, the leader has had his fun, he pulled out just in time to cover her face in his cum. She gets a few seconds for air before there's another cock in her mouth. They aren't getting blow jobs...no, they are face fucking her. This isn't love, it's pure, unadulterated, sex. Whoever isn't fucking her has got their hands in her pussy or ass, or are biting on her nipples or bum. They are leaving their mark on their whore. Another groan, another hard cock. A few more minutes and she's flipped over again, head no longer being kept up by a hard cock in it, so they've let her head rest o nthe table. Her face and hair are covered in cum, white globs tangled up everywhere. They've taken turns wiping themselves clean various parts of her body, so you can see white stains starting to from on her body. They start to get dressed. You've managed to hold yourself together. You thought of stopping it but you couldn't. There was no point, the second she was picked up by them it was too late, you knew you had committed to this, you had to see being used. As they finish dressing, they each go over to her and give her one last spank. One on her thigh, the other rolls her over enough to leave a nice mark on the pert ass, the other slaps her tits. Finally, they walk away laughing and joking. The words these use when describing her. Your s*s in law. Their cunt. You wait a bit, she's moaning a little but she isn't hurt and you don't want to risk one of them coming back. When the sound fades and you can't hear any footsteps, you creep forward. She's passed out. They used her, abused her and now left her passed out for anyone to find. What if some k**s skipping school came by? What if a f****y walked by? What if it was some workers from the park? Just left there, to be used again. Used again. That sounds good doesn't it? They didn't fuck her because they didn't know where she came from, they thought that some punter had left her here after he'd had his way. They should've checked for some money, or some rubbers, that would have given them an idea if she was a whore or not. But that doesn't matter. YOU know where she comes from, you know that she's Ms. Perfect, that she's clean as a whistle and, if there was going to be a dick her today, it was going tobe the first one. As you approach her, you see there laying in her make-do "bed". She doesn't look like Ms. Perfect anymore. Her face and hair is covered in cum, now cold and drying quickly. Her body is red where the old guys had spanked her, pinched her and bit her. You can make out streaks of dried cum across her body where they used her to clean up their cocks. But, you realise, even before the first cock touched her she was already sentenced to being a cunt. She had layed down right onto the used condoms, as you help prop her up into a sitting position you can see that she has a condom stuck to her thigh, another two on her back and another in her hair. A slut, covered in cum and used condoms, the perfect whore, your dream s*s-in-law. She only managed to get to the edge of the table before she wants to sl**p again. She's now lying there on the table, legs apart, passed out again and her pussy red and swollen. You can see her wetness, she enjoyed it. She liked being their cum slut, their whore. You can't help youfself. There will never be a better time, you drop your pants and, before you can even saviour it, you're deep in her pussy. You cock stretching out parts of her that your b*o never could. This was time time, the perfect time, she doesn't know if she's dreaming of it it's real, but you can feel her rocking beneath you, her legs straddling you, bring you in deeper, deeper in to her cunt. Before long you've cum, you didn't pull you, what's the point? Your cum is deep inside her, swimming around, trying to do its job, it wants her preganant. Maybe she will get pregnant? Those tits getting bigger, that ass getting bigger...mmm...maybe you want her pregnant.... You catch yourself...it's time to go home. You have to get to your house, get her cleaned up and into bed. You grab her clothes off the floor, use her panties to try and wipe the cum off her face and hair, put on her shit and jeans and start leading her back to the car. It's not that long of a trip back home.You keep looking at her, covered in cum, looking like a used whore. You realise that this could be the start of something special as you touch your pocket again, where your phone is, you know, the phone with the entire escapade recorded on it ;)

best friend ever -part 1

My best friend had been telling me for years it was his biggest fantasy to watch me fuck his wife. She was one of the hottest women i knew and it was certainly a fantasy of mine to get my cock inside her. I spent a lot of evenings thinking about her while i jacked off and quite often had her in mind even when fucking my lovely wife !!! we swapped bedroom stories as guys do, and the details he would give of her blow job skills and her favourite positions helped my fantasies but also made it difficult to control my boners whenever i was over at their house. He knew how turned on i got by her and one day at work he gave me a couple of discs to take home, to be watched alone he said. When i looked at the stuff on my computer i almost had a heart attack !!! picture after picture of this lovely women, in sexy underwear and lingerie, some totally naked, and plenty of her sucking his cock or getting fucked. best of all were some videos of him fucking her hard and to hear her moan and talk about how much she wanted him to fuck her harder blew my mind.....there was no one home, so i jerked myself off several times that night and i could never look at her the same way again. one time i was visiting their house and she was dressed up to go out..she looked so hot in a little black dress and high heels, and i just knew she had stockings and garters on under there, she had a lot of pics dressed just like that where she had her dress pulled up. and very possibly no panties on either...i took one look at her and had to run to the bathroom to jerk off. i just couldn't control my cock around her and i'm pretty sure she knew exactly what i was doing . if i only knew what she was thinking......

Perversely Mommy

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Her son

Matt was just f******n when his mom started having sex with him. He was used to his naked mom as he still nursed her every day. She told him it was his duty to please his mom. She brought him naked to her bed and he would nurse as she stroked his young cock. When he was off her tit she then moved down and sucked his cock and his balls. Matt loved sex with his mom. She had never worn a bra so he could nurse her anytime he needed the milk. He loved to watch her mouth suck on his cock. She would suck it down to his balls and suck till he would cum. Before she swallowed she would stick her cum covered tongue out and he would lick some of the cum from her. Then she would swallow the rest. His favorite was when he got to lick her pussy. She kept it shaved and bald and he loved licking it. He was becoming a very good pussy boy. She had spread her legs and showed him what she wanted him to lick. He could suck her clit till she would cum. Then he would lick the cum from her cunt and push his tongue in deep. He loved to feel her cunt pulse on his tongue and cover it in her sweet cum. One night after he tongued fucked his mom and licked her cum she told him"Tonight you will now start fucking my cunt with your cock. I need a cock and it is time for you to satsify my need." He then layed on her and pushed his cock to her cunt hole. "Slide it in all the way." she instructed him. As he got his cock in the wet cunt "Now fuck your mom. Go in and out till you cum." He did just that. He fucked his mom and loved his cock in her tight cunt. As he filled her with his cum he told her "I love fucking. I want to do it more." She replied "Yes my son. You can fuck mommy any time you want to. Mommy needs lots of cock." He fucked her three more time that night. Every night the son fucked and sucked his mom. He loved sex with his mom. On Saturday she told him she had a surprise for him. Then she stripped him naked and sucked his cock. As she was done the doorbell rang and she let two frineds in to see her naked son. She went to her son and told him "Today you are going to fuck my two friends. They are needing their pussy fucked and you are ready to get more more pussy." The women removed their clothes and sat on the couch. Mom sat Matt between them. "You know what to do so just enjoy yourself and play with their bodies." One lady pulled him to her tits and as he sucked them the other began to suck his cock. He loved two women and wanted to fuck them both. He then rolled over on the one sucking his cock and put his cock deep in her cunt. The other lady began to rub his ass and lick it. He was fucking the lady hard when he felt a finger go into his ass. This sensation was wonderful and it made him fill the lady with his cum. His mom then licked his cock clean as he sucked the womans tits. It did not take him long to get hard again. He then rolled over to the cunt of the other lady and rammed his cock in her cunt. She moaned and yelled, "Yes, fuck me with your cock. Fuck me hard." And as he fucked her the first lady begn to suck his balls. He loved fucking as his balls were sucked. He fucked longer this time and the lady was yelling for more. She loved cock and wanted to be fucked hard. When he came and filled her with cum he pulled his cock out and saw his cum drip from her hole. His mom pushed his head to her cunt and told him "Lick her cunt boy. Taste your cum with hers. Clean her cunt for her." He than began to lick her and pushed a tongue into her fuck hole. He loved having these women to fuck and suck. His mom then told him to lay on his back. When he did that the frst lady sat on his face. His mom told him "Now lick her pussy as she moves and covers you with her cum." Soon his face was covered in cum as she kept cumming as he kept licking. Suddenly he felt his cock going into the second lady's mouth. She was sucking his cock as the first lady rode his face. He felt the suction on his cock get more intense and she was really sucking cock for him. "I love this young cock she told him." And she sucked him deep in her mouth and felt him shoot cum down her throat. Soon it was time for them to leave but they would be back in a few days. They wanted him to fuck them more and they wanted to suck his cock. The first one wanted her ass fucked. His mom then told him to get in the bath tub as she was going to wash his ass and cock and then suck him more. He loved when his mom washed his cock. She usually ended up jerking him till he came. He saw her big tits still full of milk and began to nurse. "I need tit milk mom." Mom told him "That is ok baby. Nurse your mommy before we fuck more." It felt good to have him nurse and remove some of the milk from her big tits. They would get real full and hurt. He had grown up on tit milk. He usually would nurse her while they ate dinner. As she was finished bathing her son she noticed what a man he was growing into. He had nice big balls and a great cock. No wonder her friends liked to fuck him. She dried him and he asked to nurse more. She held him as he attached to her tit and she stroked his cock. His cock grew rock hard and she asked if he wanted to fuck her. "I want to eat your pussy first. I love your smooth pussy mom."She spread her legs and he began to lick and kiss her pussy. He spread her pussy lips and kissed her clit then sucked it. As he sucked her clit he put three fingers in her cunt. He finger fucked her as he sucked her. Soon his mom was cumming and screaming loud. He then told her to get on her hands and knees with ass up high. Then without warning rammed his cock deep in her cunt. He fucked her hard and vicious pounding her wet cunt. Her huge tits were swinging and her reached under her and slapped at them. He loved her big tits that were always full of milk for him. He fucked his mom for close to an hour as her cum was running out her hole. He then yelled "Get ready mom. I am going to cum in your fucking cunt." He then filled her with cum as it ran out and down her legs. Mom the moaned "Oh baby I am so glad I taught you how to fuck. You make mom so proud and you fuck better than any man." He replied "Stay on your hands and knees because I am next going to put my cock in your ass and fuck you till you beg me to quit." and that is what he did. He also fucked her cunt two more times.