Please, Use My Wife

This is about my wife. If you interested in using her (either
male or female) let me know.

I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't
really believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now,
In my first life, I'm a happily married, 37-year old wife
and mother and a very successful Realtor working for one of
the Delaware Valley's top C21 offices. I'm smart, good-
looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body that my critical
eye says still looks pretty damn good in a swimsuit. In my
second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my young
stud lover wants me to do.
Scott, my lover, is 21 years old and works at our firm
doing odd jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc.
By all definitions of the word, he is a "hunk." He works out
and his body is rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black hair,
and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man.
I am very much the professional in the office, but at
luncheons, softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt.
I just can't help it. At first, Scott was the perfect target
for my flirting: good-looking, young, single, and very aware of
my status and position in the office. He was always fun to
tease, always a good sport -- until a Christmas party at a
friends house.
In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband,
Jim, at my side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all
evening. Later in the evening, I was walking out of the
upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me
into a bedroom. It was Scott.
"Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed, as he closed
the bedroom door behind us.
I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding
me in return, or maybe he had had just a little too much to
His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them
through the green velvet of my dress. His fingers found my
braless nipples and they hardened to his touch.
"No, Scott! What do you think you're doing? My husband
is downstairs!"
"I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my neighborhood we know
how to deal with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever
met. When I'm through with you, you won't tease me anymore."
His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place,
so beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked
and had to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the
whole situation was turning me on. I didn't fear for my safety,
because of the setting and that it was Scott, and I knew he would
never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing me to respond.
Jim, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to
me or felt me the way Scott was. This was new and exciting.
I fell back almost willingly when Scott pushed me back on to
the bed.
"Scott! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I was protesting, but
I was also keeping my voice low.
Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful,
rigid cock. He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my
pantyhose and, instead of removing my panties, he merely pulled
the elastic crotch far enough to the side to slide that wonderful
dick into my already hot, wet cunt and I started the best orgasm
of my life on his second stroke.
When he came, he pulled out and stood up. I sat up and
smiled at him, "Wow! I really can't believe that happened, Scott.
It was great, but I can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"
Scott grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still
hard cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean."
I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and
then licking our juices from its length.
As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why
cockteasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the
only way they know how to ask for it the way they want it - hard
and fast."
I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that
much attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean,
he returned his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out
of the bedroom without another word, and by the time I had reas-
sembled myself and returned to the party, he was gone.
That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex.
I didn't know it then, but Scott had given me something I could
no longer live without. Until Scott took me on that bed, I never
knew sexual excitement like that existed. I had never been that
aroused, and I wanted more.

At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car and
demanded a blow job. There was never any question of doing what
he said to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release
and satisfaction, and wanted more.
I gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual.
Every afternoon, in my business clothes, I'd be sucking on my
stud's hot cock

as his hands roamed over and in my body. He'd fill my mouth with
cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him clean, drive
home and be the perfect wife and mother.
On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me
to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Jim
that I was preparing for a trial, which always entailed extra
hours at the office.
When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and
told me to undress. For the next three hours I was held in the
most wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Scott tired
this girl out!
His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body.
I became a slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me
until my release was about to explode, and then back off - he
drove me crazy and into ecstasy. He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my
tits and my virgin asshole. He sucked my nipples and toes and
fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and back and breasts and
my pussy.
Jim had been the only other man to make love to me and he
couldn't compare to Scott. I didn't want the afternoon to end.
I wanted Scott to fuck me for days.
I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging
Scott around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same
time, next Saturday, slut."
"I'll be here."
"See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."
"I'll be waiting, Scott."
It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following
Saturday was even better than the first! Scott was so young and
strong and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I
responded and enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn't
want to wait another long week between Scott's fucks. Every
night, during our garage blow jobs, I begged Scott to let me
visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until
midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving
home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no
longer in control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically
and sexually addicted to Scott.

On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived.
"This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott.
I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a
while. I couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could
get on with the fucking! I get hot just being close to Scott.
Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I
told Sean you'd give him a blow job, before he left."
"No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't understand why
Scott would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push
"Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get
the fuck out of here. No more fun times with me."
I knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I
thought about it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to
give up Scott's pleasures so easily.
"Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."
With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and sat on
the edge of the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled
them down to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his
legs, and wrapped my lips around his cock, feeling it grow and
harden inside my wet mouth.
Before Sean came, Scott entered the bedroom. He was naked
and seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with my mouth. His
dick was hard and I reached for it with my hand as Sean exploded
in my mouth.
I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the next
several hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at
the same time. It became obvious that Scott's favorite position
was pounding his cock into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on
Sean's cock.
My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's
partment. I couldn't believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago,
only my husband had ever made love to me, and that day I had been
used and abused by two young studs. I wondered why I didn't have
regrets or more guilt.

The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten
kinkier and kinkier. I continued to go to Scott's place almost
every Saturday for the next couple of months. Most days Scott
was alone, but Sean did show up occasionally and the 3-way was
repeated each time.
In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early
and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a
skirt, too short for anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and
wide in the front, and very high heels.
"Put these on, Sandi. I'm having some friends over to
watch basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."
I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my
experience with Sean. "Scott, please don't make me do this.
I don't want to entertain your friends -- just you. I'll wear
this outfit for you."
Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem,
Sandi. You know the rule -- you do what I ask, or we don't play
anymore. It's that simple. You wear this for my friends or you
go home and don't ever come back."
An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make
up than I have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to
Scott, Sean and three friends. My tits, ass and pussy were
being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every
opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels and kisses
until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me
to sit on it.
Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really
turned me on and I was only too happy to position myself in his
lap, facing him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowing lowering
my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my top over my head
and began to attack my tits with his mouth and hands.
That started the party in ernest. After that first fuck,
I moved from lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as
fast as they could shoot their load and get hard again.
I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having
an attractive, willing woman available to take care of their
animal urges, these guys were crude and rude and gross. One guy
had me lie down on the coffee table as he poured beer on my tits
and pussy and lapped it up. Another guy pulled his cock out of
my mouth as he started to come, and shot his warm, sticky
jism on my tits, and then lifted each one up to my mouth so
he could watch me lick his cum off my nipples.
Sean laid on his back on the floor and had me mount his
cock. Another guy, Dave, stood over Sean and I sucked his
prick into my mouth. Within a few minutes, a third guy walked
over and stood watching. I reached for his erect penis and
erked it off until he shot his cum all over my face. The
sight of the cum must have been enough for Sean and Dave,
because they both came within seconds of each other.
For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and
whistles, I serviced their cocks. They were no longer men
to me, only jerking, pumping, shooting cocks. And I loved
every minute of it.
Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole thing
had been for
me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get
dressed and to go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone's
moans and groans because I was leaving.
When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink
and Jim was napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and
made my way to the shower. I smelled like a whore house next
to a brewery.
I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened
and Jim stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess
was that he woke from his nap with an erection and wanted m
to do something about it. Without a word, I leaned back
against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside
When he came, I thought about him adding one more gooey load
to the 10 or 12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I
had my most intense orgasm of my action-packed day.

After the party, things got back to "normal" for a while.
Everyday after work, I give Scott a blow job. He lets me visit
him about one weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday.
Sean is usually there on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also
shows up. It doesn't matter to me whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 --
I service them all -- letting them do whatever they want to me.
Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he
handed me a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm
that night, wearing a lot of make-up and the contents of the bag.
I told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late
on a Friday night. Scott told me to be there or else say
goodbye, and then he walked away.
Lucky for me, Jim is a trusting individual. I know I abuse
that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going
out with some women from the office for a bachelorette party.
I didn't know then how close to the truth I was.
I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag. All tha
was in it was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black high
heels. It wasn't easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on
in the car, fixed my extra make-up in the visor mirror, and put
on my raincoat.
Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had
to knock several times. Finally, Scott opened the door and held
up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into the apartment
and announced, "The entertainment's here. Get the groom ready!"
More yells from inside followed. Scott curled his finger for
me to step inside. His livingroom was full of men. Beer cans
were everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the
center of the room was a goodlooking guy sitting in a desk chair,
with his hands behind him.
Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen.
This is the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and
know what I mean. The rest of you -- well, hold on to your balls!
"Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not
get a stripper for the party. It seems he didn't want to risk any
hanky-panky the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure!
"I didn't think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so
here's what happens. Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch
what he could have had, because....." Scott opened my raincoat
and threw it out of the room, "...the Sex Machine is here!"
For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12 guys
there. Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every time
it was no more than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It wasn't
long after I started, that Gary began to beg to be released. I
tempted him with my tits and ass and snatch, but Scott refused
to release him.
Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if
Gary should be allowed to change his mind. Most of his friends
booed the idea, but Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it.
We tried thinking of a challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum
dripping down my thighs from my overused and overflowing pussy.
I suggested that before Gary could fuck me, he had to eat me clean.
Gary didn't hesitate.
I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could
see their cum over and in my pussy. Scott untied Gary and he
fell on top of me, diving into my cunt. The room burst into
cheers as I came and came.
At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up
inside my sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and
collapsed on top of me.
I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs. Scott wrapped
my raincoat around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off
and said there was a present for me in my pockets.
I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips
and cunt felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw
felt like I had spent hours in a dentist's chair. My neck
and shoulders and tits were sore and showed teeth marks.
I asked myself, "What the hell was I doing?"
When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to
the bedroom. All was quiet.
Then, I remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my
pockets. In each was a video tape. I couldn't imagine why
Scott would give me a tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit
I couldn't believe it! It was a tape of this evening's
festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered
what Jim would think if he
saw them? I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet.

As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved
to tell Scott no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just
don't know what I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."

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