The Perils Of Shoe Shopping

I’ve been married to my wonderful wife, Rebecca for 10
years now. We have two children and my wife is more
beautiful, in better shape, than when I first met her.
She is a 5’7″, 126 lb auburn haired beauty with
smallish perky breasts and nearly perfect legs that
seem to go on forever, especially when she has on short
shorts or my favorite, a miniskirt.

My story begins when Grandma came and got the kids for
an extended weekend. We worked on the house Friday
night but when we awoke on Saturday morning Rebecca
surprised me with a, “Let’s go shoe shopping!” This is
code for my wife dressing sexy and in the process of
shopping, exposing herself to me and the occasional
lucky stranger. We have done this on several other
occasions and it has made for some really great sex!

After getting out of the shower Rebecca said, “Dress

I picked a silky white button up the front blouse that
would tease her nipples and keep them hard all day. It
was loose fitting and she left it unbuttoned to where
if she bent over slightly, you could see all the way to
her bellybutton. I then picked my favorite flared,
pleated jeans skirt and decided that no panties or hose
were in order, just short sports socks and sneakers. I
was already getting very horny and tried to fuck her
right then and there but she loves to tease and said,
“Let’s wait till we go to at least one store!”

We decided to drive across town to a locally owned
department store that was one of my wife’s favorite
shopping destinations as they have unique stuff not
found in other stores. Also there was less chance of
running in to someone we knew. Flashing a stranger is
one thing. Flashing a friend or acquaintance is another
and could affect your reputation in a hurry! Our fun
began right away, quite unintentionally.

As I opened the car door for Rebecca to get out, she
swung one leg out, exposing her almost hairless pussy.
We were involved in a conversation and I hadn’t noticed
the man pushing a cart past our car at that very
moment. I had my back to him but my wife noticed as his
glance turned into a fixation on her pubic area. She
bent back into the car, pretending to get something,
leaving her pussy wide open to be stared at by this man
(and me!).

I was confused, trying to figure out what she was
reaching for, when I heard a bang behind me. I looked
around and he had run his cart right into a light poll!
Rebecca and I pretended not to take any special notice
but I was laughing my ass off inside!

As we turned the corner out of the row of cars, I gave
a quick glance back. He was still trying to pry his
eyes off my wife’s beautiful ass, probably praying for
the wind to blow! I know that’s what I’d be doing! We
grabbed a cart and went to the cosmetic isle for some
of that specialty stuff (you can tell it’s special by
the price!). As I stood leaning against the cart my
wife gave me a quick glance over her shoulder and a
quicker look around. She was standing in front of the
cart with her back toward me.

She oh, so slowly bent over at the waist, legs slightly
spread and knees locked. He short skirt patiently
lifted, finally completely revealing her lower ass and
her pussy. Her slit was closed tight but moisture was
clearly showing through her pussy lips. She stood like
this for almost a minute, looking at several items on
the lower shelf. No one was near enough to see
anything. I decided to move the cart in front of her
and got a excellent flash of her tits. She slowly
raised up and straightened herself up, just as a woman
came around the corner. Getting almost caught really
added to the excitement for both of us!

Rebecca found what she wanted and we were headed to
men’s toiletries when a young black man dressed in a
security uniform came up to us. He was about 23 well
built and I could tell by the way my wife stared at
him, she thought him attractive. “Would you mind coming
with me? My supervisor would appreciate you taking the
time to talk to him for a moment.”

Taken aback and surprised I said, “Sure, okay.”

We followed him to an employee’s only area where he
showed us an area to leave our cart. We then got on an
elevator to the 2nd floor where he opened a door marked
“Security, Loss Prevention” and asked us to step
inside. It was darker in there and took a minute for
our eyes to adjust. When they did we saw a large black
man in a suit, sitting with his back to us, in front of
a council with 10 TV monitors in it.

He heard us come in and swiveled around and said,
“Hello, my name is Mr. Jones, this,” he pointed to the
young man who had escorted us in, “is Mr. Tanner. And
whom am I addressing?”

I’m James and this is Rebecca,” I said sheepishly,
beginning to have an idea why we were brought in here.
“James and Rebecca, would you step over here for a
minute.” We did as we were asked.

“Watch this monitor, please” Mr. Jones said. He pushed
a button and up popped a clear picture of Rebecca’s
ass. The camera zoomed in and Mr. Jones pushed the
pause button. You could see exactly what I had seen
earlier including the fact that my wife was obviously

“You do know that public exposure is against the law,
don’t you?” He asked sternly. We both sheepishly nodded
in affirmation. “You two put me into a dilemma. I have
customers clearly breaking the law in my store. Public
exposure. A serious matter. I could call the police and
have you ticketed, possibly arrested for this!”

My wife then lost it and crying said “Please don’t do
that Mr. Jones. We’re sorry and no one else saw us.
Can’t you just let it go this one time, PLEASE!.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t just let this go,” Mr. Jones
stated. However, there might be a way to keep your
names out of the paper, but you both have to agree and
if at anytime you change your mind, the deal is off and
the police get involved and I will deny ever trying to
make any kind of deal with you and Mr. Tanner will back
me up.”

“What kind of deal?” my wife asked, still sobbing but
hopefulness showing up in her voice.

“You both will follow my every command for the
afternoon. You will not be hurt but there will be
sexual contact involving you both. I will direct and
participate in that sexual contact. So will Mr. Tanner.
Any deviation or refusal to follow my direction will
result in the termination of any deal and the police
will be called in. Mr. Tanner and I will now step out
for a few minutes to give you both time to discuss this
and decide”. They then walked out of the room.

“What are we going to do?” Rebecca pleaded.

“We can’t be arrested. That’s for sure!” I said. “I
don’t know that we have a choice. Maybe we can get by
you just giving them each a blow job.” Rebecca loves to
give head and I knew this would calm her down a bit.

“Do you think so?” she asked hopefully.

“It’s worth a try, besides I don’t see as we have much
of a choice here” I stated. “So we’re agreed, we’ll try
to get by with blow jobs, but whatever happens, we’ll
be there for each other. OK?

“OK” Rebecca said, hesitantly. They came back into the
room. “We agree to your terms, Mr. Jones” my wife said

“Good, good” Mr. Jones replied. “Then we shall we
begin”. He went over and sat in his swivel chair. Mr.
Tanner stood at the door. “Start by kissing your wife.
Show us what you do to turn her on, to get her motor
running.” Rebecca and I began kissing, slowly at first,
then as instinct kicked in, more passionately. I
reached up and began caressing and tweaking her nipples
through the silky fabric of her blouse.

It wasn’t long before that familiar “moan” came out of
my wife indicating a higher level of excitement. I
slowly reached down under her skirt as she
instinctively spread her legs apart, slightly at first,
then much wider as the gentle stroking of her clit
started to take effect. She moaned again, noticing the
two men watching our every move. Her hips started to
move involuntarily, humping back at my hand. I knew she
was getting close to orgasm and Mr. Jones noticed also.

“Rebecca, take your blouse and skirt off. Mr. Clean,”
said Mr. Jones, pointing at me “for the remainder of
this afternoon, your name is Mr. Clean. Go over and sit
in that chair.” He pointed to another executive chair
that had been jacked up way higher than normal. I sat
in it. Rebecca, in the meantime had, somewhat shyly,
removed her clothing and was standing naked about 5
feet away, trying ineffectively to cover her tits and
pubic area.

“Rebecca, go sit on Mr. Clean’s lap. Mr. Tanner, would
you please remove your clothing?” Both Rebecca and Mr.
Tanner did as they were asked. As my wife climbed up on
my lap, her eyes were fixed on Mr. Tanner who had
started to undress. She pressed her ass hard into my
lap, grabbed my left hand and put it at her tit, the
right she guided to her clit and pussy.

Rebecca didn’t even try to be modest at this point and
had her legs to the outside of mine. She let out a
whimper and moan as my hands began doing their magic.
Her hips were now moving rhythmically, grinding her ass
into my already over stimulated cock.

I knew she was very close to coming so I was careful
not to make that happen. Mr. Tanner had his back to us
as he stripped. Now naked, Mr. Tanner turned toward us,
revealing a large circumcised cock, I’m guessing a
strong 8″ and it was also very thick. Certainly much
larger than anything my wife had ever seen, much less
experienced. It was attached to a young body that was
in great physical shape.

He didn’t hesitate. He walked right up to my wife, who
was still sitting on my lap. I could see now what was
going to happen and why the chair was jacked so high!
He spread her legs farther apart, moved my hand aside,
aimed that huge tool with his own hand and shoved it to
the hilt with one stroke.

My wife began to scream. In pain or pleasure I couldn’t
tell but he quickly smothered the scream by kissing
her, forcing her lips open as he ground his hips hard
against my wife, shoving me hard into the chair.
Rebecca’s hips pivoted uncontrollably, meeting every
thrust and grind of Mr. Tanners with one of her own.
The kiss broke and they embraced each other as they
ground each other.

Mr. Tanner’s head was over Rebecca’s shoulder facing
me. He winked at me and mouthed the words, “I’m fucking
your wife!” That’s all it took. I blew my load in my
pants as my wife’s ass ground hard against my cock. Mr.
Tanner new what had happened and whispered in my wife’s
ear, loud enough so I could here “Your hubby just shot
his load into his pants”. That was it for my wife. She
screamed, “Uha, Uha, I’M COMING! FUCK ME!! AWWWA,

There was more but you get the idea. She came hard and
long. Her long legs were pointed in the air, toes
curled as she reached the final throws of her amazing
orgasm. She had been clinging Mr. Tanner’s muscled body
until this moment but let go and fell back on me. Mr.
Tanner followed her and they engaged in a long, wet
passionate kiss, inches from my face! After a few
minutes, Mr. Tanner lifted Rebecca up off me. He had
not come and she was still impaled on his huge shaft.

This was the first I had gotten to see of his black
cock in her creamy white skinned pussy. The contrast
was amazing. The fact her pussy could so easily
accommodate his thick cock was also amazing and had me
transfixed. I was brought back to reality by Mr.
Jones’s stern voice said, “Mr. Clean, that door over
there is a closet. In it is a mattress and several
pillows. Bring them out and set them up as I direct.”

I did as I was told. It was a soft vinyl double
mattress about 5″ thick. He showed me where he to
position it. He wanted one pillow about halfway down on
the mattress and the other at the top. Mr. Tanner than
carefully sat down on the mattress, my wife still
impaled on his tool, mind you! He then lay on his back,
the pillow in the center raising his hips slightly.

“Ok, Mr. Clean, back in your chair. Enjoy the show.
Rebecca, you just had a grand old orgasm. A gift from
Mr. Tanner. It’s time to return that gift. Get to

“Yes, Mr. Jones,” Rebecca said. She bend down to engage
Mr. Tanner in another passionate kiss as she began to
work her hips up and down on that huge chocolate
colored shaft. At first I could tell, she was just
working to try and get him to come. She would lift up
until the head of Mr. Tanner’s thick tool would almost
pop out of her tight hole, then she would slowly bury
it to the hilt.

Then she would move her hips up and down quickly for 5
or 6 strokes and repeat the process. It was having the
desired effect on Mr. Tanner but something unexpected
began to happen. Rebecca was clearly starting to feel
it. She kissed him hard, shoving her tongue deep into
his mouth, then she broke the kiss, pushed back and
ground her hips hard into Mr. Tanner’s groin. This
caused a moan to come from them both.

Mr. Tanner reached up and started tweaking my wife’s
sensitive little nipples. This brought things to
another level. Rebecca began to move her hips rapidly,
small strokes at first, but soon the sound of slapping
skin and loud moans filled the air as my wife lost
control and began fucking Mr. Tanner for all she was
worth. Mr. Tanner was now meeting Rebecca’s every
thrust and the collision of their bodies made me wince,
it was so violent.

I watched in utter amazement as this went on for what
seemed like an eternity. My wife was the first to utter
legible words and what she said shocked me. “Oh! Oh!
Mr. Tanner! I’m there! Come! Come in meeeeee! Oh, oh!
God! I’m there! Fuck me! Pump your seed in my womb!
Make me pregnant! I want your baby! She had now stopped
pounding, was sitting up, head tilted back and was
grinding her pelvis violently into Mr. Tanner’s.

“You want my seed in you? You want a little black baby
to raise?” Mr. Tanner asked. “Here it comes!”

Both reverted back to primitive grunts, screams and
groans as they both came. It was one of the most sexual
things I had ever witnessed. The scary part was my wife
wasn’t on birth control and could easily be pregnant
now! She meant what she said when she said, “I want
your baby!” I was dumbfounded.

My wife collapsed on top of Mr. Tanner, both breathing
as if they had just run a marathon. Rebecca engaged Mr.
Tanner in another long wet kiss, then rolled off to the
side, letting Mr. Tanner’s softening cock pop out of
her. Her cunt was swollen and gaped open, a small river
of semen running out of it, already creating a puddle
on the vinyl mattress.

“Mr. Clean,” Mr. Jones spoke out, “Now it is your time
to perform. I want you to clean both of them up,
starting with Mr. Tanner as he needs to get back to
work. I felt uncomfortable with the thought of having
to wash another man’s genitals but decided I just
needed to get thru it. “Where can I find a washcloth?”
I asked.

“Washcloth?!” You won’t be needing that! At least not
yet. Your tongue and your mouth are your cleaning
tools, Mr. Clean!” Mr. Jones exclaimed. My jaw dropped!
I looked over at my wife, she had turned on her side,
one leg bent, resting on Mr. Tanner and propped herself
up on an elbow. Her jaw dropped at the same time. There
was a short silence.

“I’ll clean Mr. Tanner” Rebecca offered.” I would love
to suck on that beautiful cock for awhile anyway.”

“You’ll get that chance in time, Rebecca. Right now its
time for Mr. Clean to do his job. You do remember the
terms of our agreement, don’t you, Mr. Clean?” inquired
Mr. Jones.

“Yes” was all I could get out. I got out of the chair
and slowly walked to where Mr. Tanner was laying.
Rebecca moved her leg as I got on my knees between My
Tanners legs. He had propped himself up on a pillow
watching me with amusement and curiosity.

“Help him out Rebecca. Hold Mr. Tanner’s tool up so
your husband can start his work. If it looks like he is
going to miss anything, you tell him where to suck”
directed Mr. Jones. She held the cock to my lips. The
beautiful scent of my wife, along with the pungent
smell of this man’s seed filled my nostrils.

I hardened myself and just started in, inserting the
head if his flaccid penis into my mouth, licking and
sucking as I buried the shaft clear to the base of my
throat. I spent a full minute sucking that ebony shaft
clean. He started to harden. I looked up and he and my
wife were kissing again. I then squeezed his shaft,
putting my thumb on the huge discharge tube, running it
to the head of his shaft, sucking the remainder of cum
that dribbled out down my throat.

Large gobs of mixed fluids were intermingled in his
pubic hair. I sucked hard and licked the hair like a
dog licking his balls. That’s what it sounded like too!
I was going to get thru this! I then licked his huge
balls, sucking each one into my mouth separately, then
I lifted them up and licked as far as I could reach.
Mr. Tanner then pushed me back and rolled onto my wife
on his knees.

“Keep cleaning,” Mr. Tanner said.

I was floored! He wanted me to lick his ass clean. I
looked at Mr. Jones. He just nodded. I opened his ass
cheeks which was hard to do as he was very muscled. I
began to lick his anal opening and the area around it.
Mr. Tanner and my wife were watching as best they
could. My wife’s breathing was getting faster, with
short breaths. A sure sign of arousal. Her look was one
of fascination and lust. Satisfied I’d done a good job,
I backed away. Mr. Jones then threw me a warm wet
washcloth. “Now you can wipe him off.” I did as I was

Mr. Tanner gave my wife a final kiss. Whispered
something in her ear to which she giggled and kissed
him back hard. Mr. Tanner then promptly got up, patted
me on the head and said, “Good job.” Got dressed and
left. My wife was now laying on her back. When I came
to her, she propped herself up on both elbows and
watched as I began her “Clean up”.

I started with her pubic hair, sucking it out. As I got
close to her clit, she began humping motions. I obliged
her for a moment, gently nibbling on her swollen clit.
Her breathing became even heavier. “Go down there and
bring some of Mr. Tanner’s cum up in your tongue and
show it to me,” she ordered.

I did as she wanted. There were huge amounts to be had
in her gaping hole. She stared at the thick fluid on my
tongue in growing lust. “Now, use it as a lubricant on
my clit.”

I spread the cum around with my tongue as she watched,
letting out a lust laden moan. She had sat clear up now
and was playing with her own nipples. All of the sudden
she fell backwards, screaming in another amazing
orgasm. She pinched her left nipple hard as her right
hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my face hard
into her pussy. I thought she might rub my nose off she
was so rough. The orgasm lasted longer than any orgasm
I remember her having and when it was over, she had
actually passed out or fainted! Rebecca lay there limp
and totally wasted.

“That’s good.” Mr. Jones said. “That’ll help her handle
me.” I was trying to figure out what he meant as I
turned toward his voice. Mr. Jones had moved out of his
chair, gotten undressed and was stroking one of the
biggest cocks I’d ever seen. Even in pornos! It was
engorged. He had evidently liked the show so far. This
penis was the size of my fist and forearm. It was all
of 12 inches. “Stand back and let a man go to work!”

I did as I was told. Rebecca was still out as he put
the head of his massive thing up to my wife’s opening.
Even though she had been stretched by Mr. Tanner I
couldn’t imagine how she could possibly accommodate
this monster. Since I hadn’t completely cleaned Rebecca
out, there was still large globules flowing like a
river out of her. Mr. Jones took advantage of this and
moved his cock around to where the head was pretty
lubed up. He aimed and began to push.

Rebecca winced and moaned in her sleep state as the
huge head was forced into her. Amazingly it soon
completely disappeared. Mr. Jones then stopped for a
moment, giving my wife’s pussy time to adjust. All this
time he had been on his knees. He now gently laid on my
wife, his massive body seemed to swallow up my wife’s
thin frame. He began to kiss her as he started to move
his hips. Even though still mostly asleep, my wife
began to respond, kissing limply and moving her hips

I watched as he slowly worked his tool into her.
Rebecca’s tight, lubricated pussy was having an effect
on Mr. Jones as his breathing became heavier and his
strokes quicker and deeper all the while being careful
not too go to deep to fast. Mr. Jones was a little over
half in with his tool when my wife woke up with a

It took her a second to gain her bearings as Mr. Jones
continued his patient assault. It took about 4 strokes
after my wife woke up before “everything” woke up. All
of a sudden she let out a moan-wail. She raised her
legs into the air above her hips which was an
accomplishment in itself considering the girth of Mr.

His cock and movement had gotten to her as she
screamed, “OH FUCK! OH FUCK ME MR. JONES!!” She began
to pull on his hips to get him deeper. She had no idea
what she was in for!

“That feel good, baby? You want more of me? SAY IT!!”
Mr. Jones screamed.


He kissed her wetly, licking her face and pushed his
fat tongue deep into her mouth as he rammed his cock in
to the hilt. Her legs came crashing down and lay flat
on the mattress as she screamed in utter surprise and
pain but it was too late.

His lust had taken over and he began to pound her even
though she had quit responding and was trapped with no
escape under his massive body. She grimaced in pain as
the assault continued. I was thinking I better do
something, my wife is getting hurt when a
transformation happened. Lust began to come back into
her eyes.

She told me later that it had hurt terribly but it made
the pleasure, when it came back, just that much more
intense! Soon she was matching him, thrust for thrust.
His strokes were absolutely huge and his body would
slam down on my wife’s small frame just as she would
rock her hips and take him as deep as she could!

It was so surreal to see that massive cock disappear
then reappear in and out of my wife’s tiny womb. I
looked down in amazement as I shot my second load all
over the front of my shirt. I was so transfixed on what
Mr. Jones and my beautiful wife were doing, I didn’t
realize I had pulled my cock out and had been pumping
it hard. I used the now cold damp washcloth I had been
given by Mr. Jones to use on Mr. Tanner to clean myself

“How do you like, unh… this black cock — unh… that
is fucking you now, Rebecca?” Mr. Jones inquired as he
pounded my wife. “You know no other cock will satisfy
you now don’t you?”

Jones grabbed my wife’s ankles, spread her legs farther
than I thought was possible and ground his now
completely buried cock into Rebecca’s pelvis. She
pivoted her hips in involuntary thrusts, actually
lifting Mr. Jone’s huge frame as he pushed hard against

I hoped the room was soundproof as their unintelligible
grunts and screams reached a crescendo. My wife started
to come first. “Eaaaaahhhooooh! I’m coming!! FUCK ME
PLEASE MR. JONES! Mr. Jones pulled out and started
pounding her again as she screamed in absolute ecstasy.

He let out a loud groan as he began his orgasm. The
sound of their bodies slapping together and the sight
of that huge ebony cock rapidly moving in and out of my
wife’s now horribly stretched pussy was too much for
me. I began pounding my meat again for all it was worth
and came shortly after Mr. Jones.

He collapsed on top of Rebecca, breathing heavily. My
wife looked like flattened road-kill underneath him.
Her legs were spasming and quivering like jelly after
that intense orgasm. He soon rolled off. My poor
Rebecca’s once tight pretty pussy was now a gaping hole
filled with the come of two men .”Mr. Clean, come and
clean up your wife, now. Then you both can work on me.
This is a two person job!” Mr. Jones said as he held
his now flaccid penis up for me to see.

I went and knelt down to my wife. I gently started to
lick her clean but had to be careful as she was very
sensitive and sore. I never knew one man could store
and release so much semen. It seemed as if I drank down
a gallon! Her poor hole was gaped open so far that I
could stick my tongue in as far as it would go and have
it not touch anywhere.

Rebecca had somewhat recovered by the time I was done
cleaning her and I helped her over to My Jones and his
waiting genitals. She picked the flaccid monster up and
even limp, she couldn’t close her hand around the
circumference. She seemed to worship the thing as she
began to suck the head.

I started in at the base of his huge balls and worked
my way up. Rebecca never got past the sucking of the
head and as much of the shaft as she could get into her
mouth. Mr. Jones was starting to respond and warned her
that if she kept that up and got him hard, he would
have to fuck her again. Unbelievably, she began sucking
him all the harder! His cock was clearly responding now
as she was barely able to get the head in her mouth. I
could not believe she wanted this huge tool to be used
on her again.

Mr. Jones soon was moaning as my wife’s passionate
cocksucking was having the desired effect. I decided to
touch my wife’s clit to see if she would respond and
sure enough, she began to hump my hand. I slowly worked
almost my entire hand into her stretched out pussy and
all it did was to make her moan and hump harder! My
wife was rapidly converting into a cock hungry slut.
“Ok, that’s it Rebecca. Get on your knees on the
mattress.” Mr. Jones ordered.

“Mr. Jones, may I use the bathroom first?” Rebecca

“Of coarse, my dear. Mr. Clean will keep me at the
ready until you get back,” Mr. Jones said. I didn’t
even try to argue and began sucking his tool as soon as
my wife let loose of it. She stood there for a few
seconds, watching me work. His cock was indeed a
mouthful and after a couple strokes, he shoved it clear
to the back of my throat. I began to gag but this
didn’t stop him. He slowly forced it down my throat and
held it there until he was sure I wasn’t going to puke.
He then began to slowly fuck my throat!

What had I gotten myself into? I began to get used to
having it in there and figured out how to breath. I
then began to match his strokes until my lips were
burying themselves in his pubic hair every stroke. He
moaned and said, “My, look at the wonderful little
cocksucker you turned out to be! If I didn’t have to
fuck your wife again, I’d let you drink my cum direct
from the source.”

I kept the rhythm going and soon he grabbed my head and
pushed it away on the verge of coming! It wasn’t so bad
and it was kind of fun tempting him to cum in my mouth.
I latched on to his cock again shoving it all the way
in, just as my wife came out of the bathroom. She
gasped at what she saw her macho husband doing. “Get on
your knees, Rebecca. I’m ready to come and I’m gonna do
it in you!” Mr. Jones pushed me away again and said, “I
want you to put my cock into your wife.”

“Yes sir” I said as I grabbed his cock and held it as
he walked and knelt behind my wife. I squeezed at the
base and rolled my fingers up it’s length, forcing out
a sizable amount of precum. I took his massive tool and
rubbed the precum all over my wife’s still gaped pussy.
In spite of all my licking and her going in the
bathroom to clean up, cum was still seeping out of her

I took his cock and rubbed it in that as Mr. Jones
began to push forward impatiently. I put his head right
at Rebecca’s opening and he started to shove it in
again. My wife winced a little as she was clearly sore
from the pumping she had received so far. That’s when I
got an idea. “You’ve got her pretty sore in that hole,
sir. How about fucking her ass now? She likes it there
once in awhile.”

Rebecca screamed “NO! You’re way to big for that! I
don’t think I can do it! PLEASE, NO!”

“Your husband made the suggestion. I think it’s a good
one. Tell you what. He can get down an lick your pussy
and tweak your titties while I try. If it starts to
hurt too bad, I’ll quit. Ok?” Mr. Jones asked.

I didn’t have to be asked twice. I slid, head first
between Mr. Jone’s legs up to my wife’s pussy which was
still filled to the brim with Mr. Jone’s monster. I
began to work on her clit and gently tweak her nipples
as Mr. Jones gently but deeply continued to fuck her.
She told me later that the thought of having me lick
her while she was being fucked by another man had
always been a fantasy of hers and that it got her going
fast as I started to lick. I watched her abdomen in
fascination swell every time Mr. Jones buried his cock
in her. There was a lump formed clear to her belly
button every time, then it would disappear. “OK, my
wife said. But you have to stop if I ask.”

Mr. Jones proceeded to pull his cock completely out of
Rebecca. The thought of fucking that tight little ass
must of been working on him as his cock had swollen to
a monstrous size. I was glad my wife couldn’t see it as
it would of scared even a pro! I began licking her
again as Mr. Jones began to move his cock around my
wife’s tiny little anal opening, spreading precum and
old cum around in order to ease the pain of the
penetration. I knew he succeeded in getting the head in
when Rebecca’s hips became still (she had been humping
my tongue) and she let out a loud, “Owww! Slow! Go

Mr. Jones held still for a short while. I reached up
and began working my wife’s nipples again as I
continued to lick her swelling clit. Her breathing
picked up as her arousal grew and soon she began to
slowly push back on Mr. Jones cock and then grind at my
face. Mr. Jones began to match her thrusts gently
working his monster in a little more each time.

Both of their breathing was getting heavier and more
urgent. Soon I could feel his huge balls stopping to
rest for a second on my neck and chin, which was a sign
he was close to bottoming out that 12-incher deep in my
wife’s rectum! I was numb from over stimulation and
wanted to pull on my penis again until I came but my
hands were busy with the task at hand. Mr. Jone’s
rhythm began picking up as he started to stroke harder
and deeper.

His balls were now slapping the bottom of my chin
pretty hard. My wife was close to cumming. Her clit was
as large as I’d ever felt it. By Mr. Jones’s heavy
breathing and the fact his balls were tightening up, I
could tell he was close also.

All of a sudden I felt pain as my wife reached down and
grabbed a handful of my hair, seemingly trying to pull
my face into her ravaged cunt. “Unh, unh, OH, OH, FUCK

Jones had stopped deep stroking and had a hold on my
wife’s hips and had his monster cock buried in her ass
as deep as it would go. The involuntary movement of my
wife’s hips as she fucked my face and his cock at the
same time was all the movement he needed. The orgasm
lasted for minutes. They both lost their strength and

Rebecca’s spread legs straddled my head and Mr. Jone’s
cock, which was still in my wife, along with his balls
were resting on my face. I began to lick clean the part
of his cock which was exposed and I could reach. I
watched as it grew softer and soon plopped out of
Rebecca’s stretched bung hole. Along with it came a
load of cum which I dutifully cleaned as best I could.
I had cum all over my face, forehead and hair at this

She lay down on her stomach, legs spread with the top
of my head quickly getting soaked with fuck juice
oozing out both her holes. Mr. Jones got up on his
knees allowing better access to his cock and balls
which I cleaned until he was satisfied. His cock was
absolutely spent as it did not respond at all to my
sucking it clean. He got up, went to the bathroom with
clothes in hand. As I got up I noticed my wife was
asleep on the mattress legs still spread. I had been
laying in a pool of cum juice which I now cleaned off
me as best I could.

My hair was saturated with thick cum which was not
coming out without a shower. Rebecca’s bung hole was
stretched and gaping open. It puckered with every
heartbeat, trying unsuccessfully to regain its former
closed state. Like a little pump, a small amount of cum
would also ooze out with every heartbeat. I laid down
between her legs and licked and sucked her poor
butthole until I had all the accessible juices cleaned
up. I gently awoke her and told her we better get
going. I helped her get dressed. She appeared
absolutely spent. She could not walk on her own and I
had to support her.

Just then Mr. Jones came out of the bathroom all
cleaned and dressed in his suit as if nothing had
happened. My wife’s face lit up as he walked over to
her. He gave her a hug and then began to kiss her,
shoving his thick tongue into her mouth and down her
throat. Rebecca responded with equal passion. He then
reached down under her skirt and slid his middle two
fingers deep into my wife’s stretched pussy.

“Now that’s how a pussy should feel!” he said as my
wife moaned and began to respond again! “You want me to
fuck you again, don’t you?” his huge fingers moving in
and out of Rebecca’s pussy easily, sliding against her
swelling clit as they did. She gyrated and moaned an
affirmation. “You’ve turned into a big black cock
loving white slut. Haven’t you? Tell me what, you are
and what you want.” No answer but a moan. “Tell me!!”

dignified, beautiful wife blurted out. He was
skillfully slamming his fingers into her cunt, causing
loud slurping sounds as he did so. He again kissed her
deeply as she fucked his fingers as hard as she could
in that position. Mr. Jones then repositioned his hand
to get all four fingers into her. He was hooking his
fingers deep inside her ravaged pussy as the palm of
his hand rubbed her clit. He found her “G” spot and she
came with a scream “YEAOWWWWW, AH AH OHHHHHH!!!” Again
he had to hold her up.

He gently removed his hand and said “My what a horny
slut you are” as he wiped his hand on a towel he was
carrying. He handed her over to me and pulled out a
couple business cards. “Here is how to get a hold of me
should you care to do something like this again. I have
a couple friends who would love to fuck you Rebecca.
One of them has a larger cock than me. Give me a call
if your interested. Goodbye for now.”

He escorted us to the elevator. Our life hasn’t been
the same since!