Keep Your Wife Happy 2

Keep Your Wife Happy 2

Copyright Hugh Doute 2013

Edited by James Friedman

Her little vagina had been pulsing inside, squeezing and massaging my prick.  Even though she had fallen away from me, my orgasm would not abate.  It had started, I was already close, and it came now, with a roar and a great deal of air fucking. 

I don’t remember ever coming that hard.

With eyelids almost closed, I watched my cum rocket upward, outward, and then descend, landing in a long steam of white that striped my wife’s body from head to navel.

Then another eruption ejected, arcing onto her nakedness. 

And a third.

I collapsed.

The unfinished plywood floor was full of slivers.  I had nothing left in me; I simply could not get back up.  As I faded, I remember thinking that I had never cum that hard in my whole life.

I remember grinning.

Then something was nudging me.  “Is that you honey?” my wife’s voice asked.

“Huh?” I said, still in the grips of my sleepy stupor.

“Honey, I’m tied up and can’t get up.  Can you help me please?” she asked.

Slowly I remembered what had happened.  I looked at my watch.  As best I could figure it out, I had been out for about an hour.

The foot nudged me again, harder.  “HONEY!”

“Yeah babe, I was asleep.  Give me sec.”  I managed to get to my feet. 

Looking down, there was that incredible pair of tits.  I reminded myself they were my wife’s tits.  My god what a perfect pair of cha-chas!

“Want me to pick you up or untie you or what?” I asked her.

“Just put me back where I was, just in case they come back and want some more of my wet nooky,” my wife answered.

Obediently I picked her up and sat her back on the bench.  “You OK?” I asked as I removed her blindfold.

Something happened.  My wife’s face changed.  She suddenly looked about, seeming uncertain. 

She looked down, saw her nakedness, and began to scream at me, “What have you done!  What have you done to me?  Where are my clothes, why am I tied up like this!  You pervert!  Why did you do this?”  Then she started to cry.

Utterly confused, I stared at her for a few seconds, then looked around for her clothes. 

I saw no clothing.  I trotted from room to room, looking. 

My wife started screaming again, swearing at me, “Untie me, you son of a bitch!  How dare you?  You are such a pervert!  Untie me!”

I rushed back into the room and worked feverishly to untie her.  She swore at me the whole time, screaming at me, calling me every four-letter-word in the book. 

I worked as fast as I could, but finally realized there was no way I was going to be able to untie her.  I need a knife to cut her bonds.

My wife kept getting madder and madder. 

Finally I stood up and went around to her front.  I stared at her as she screamed at me. 

Suddenly I had had enough.  “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed at her.

She looked shocked. 

I never yell, especially at her. 

She did calm down.

“Look honey, I did not do this to you.  I don’t know where your clothes are.  I can’t untie the cords.  I need a knife.  I was looking for one.  Just sit tight and I’ll be back when I find a knife.  Do you understand?”

She nodded blankly.

I searched through every carpenter’s bag and toolbox I could find.  There was not one knife to be found, nor nippers, nor pliers, nor anything that could help me to free her.

Totally exasperated, I went back to her.  “Nothing!  Can’t find a thing that I can cut you loose with.  And I can’t find your clothes.  So you have to decide; I can either leave you here and go get tools, or I can carry you out to the car and take you home and use my tools.  Which do you prefer?”

She started to bawl.  Huge racking sobs.  “NEITHER!” she sobbed.

OH GOD!  I could just see our new neighbors gossiping about the naked woman that I carried over my shoulder to my car! 

Oh GOD!

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Jon was asleep, breathing deeply, within just a few seconds.

Andrea was grinning as she watched him.  “When he wakes up, his asshole is going to be burning from the ginger I shoved up him!”  She laughed wickedly.  “He will love it!  Watch!”

Andrea was right.  I WAS learning a lot about my husband . . . and about myself, things that I had no clue about before My Andrea had come back into my life.  I was actually enjoying doing this stuff to my husband.  HE was enjoying having them done to him!  I wondered about myself.  Was I really this ghoulish? 

Andrea must have read my thoughts.  “You’re enjoying it because your husband is enjoying it, sweetmeat.”  Her expression changed.  “Our turn sweetheart.  Our turn.”

Andrea stepped to me, put her hand behind my head, then gently, sweetly kissed me.  Our sweet kiss continued as I felt my body melt to hers.  Her hands began to caress me.  I returned her favors.  Through the narrow slit of my mostly closed eyelids I watched her face, knowing that she would let me know if this was her turn, or if she wanted to send me over the moon again.

Andrea released me then stepped to the side of the bed.  She sat, then laid back, spreading her wonderfully chocolaty thighs, beckoning me toward her glistening, pulsing furrow.

I rushed in, savoring her need, enjoying her moist response. 

“Finger me baby.  Make me squirt . . . .”

I inserted three fingers, one at a time, caressing, pressing on, even punishing her firmness within.  My darling Andrea began to moan, then to hump my hand.  I leaned in and bit her clittie.  I was rewarded by her scream of orgasm, and the gushing geyser of her explosion.  It washed my face, splashing onto my breasts and hair.  I had to hold my breath as her orgasm totally consumed her. 

I already knew what she wanted now.  I reached up and slapped her chocolaty peaked breasts back and forth, over and over, then when her cascade of elixir slowed, I moved to her nipples and chewed them with my molars.  She exploded again. This time saturating my bunny and thighs, and our bed.

Then Andreas collapsed.  Out like a light.  Dead to the world.  Le petite morte. 

Her cell phone rang.  It was her partner, Shon, the man that had recently taken my anal virginity while my husband watched in the rearview mirror. 

I made an executive decision.  “This is Your Whore Slut.  Mistress is resting from her orgasms.  May I be of service to You?”

Shon laughed.  “You are the most delightful of my little whores!”  When he had finished laughing he said, “You have an out of town client that wants you to meet him Jamaica on Friday evening.  Your tickets will be hand delivered tomorrow morning.  You are to pay the deliveryman with what ever he wants from you sexually.  Complete instructions will be included in the delivery.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied, wondering what my next sex partner would be like.

Chuckling in delight, Shon hung up. 

Then I wondered what my next trick would be like.  Jamaica!  I went to research the island on the Internet.

Cougar Hunting 5

Copyright Hugh Doute 2013

Edited by James Friedman

Vix breathes hard for a bit, then dismounts my saddle.  Mr. Frog is so hard that he thwacks on my belly. 

“Next?” Vix chortles.  “You won’t believe how hard he is!”

Trina grins.  “ME!  ME!  ME!”  She mounts me without hesitation.  “Oh . . . my . . . GOD!  He’s like steel!”  Her hips slide forward and back on me. 

It causes Mr. ‘P’ to hinge at his base.  I can feel him whacking about inside her.

“OH GOD!  I’m going to cum!  He’s spanking my G!  OH GOD!”  Her body goes into high speed, then she tenses up, her face like an angel’s.  Her moans of delight are like the trilling upper register of a pipe organ. 

She cums for a very long time, her grunts and moans quavering, rising and falling and rising again.  Her whole body gyrates as she seems to have a number of distinct, cascading orgasms.

I notice Trina and Cheetah edging up behind her. 

Suddenly Vix screams, goes rigid, her eyes roll up into her head, then she passes out.  The other women catch her and gently carry her to the couch, lay her down, then cover her up.

Clearly this happened to her more than once.

Cheetah looks at Trina.  “Want another ride?”  She grins and chuckles, almost as if she knows the answer to her question, but is asking as a formality.

Trina nods vigorously and remounts me. 

I have never in my life lasted this long, believe me.  I feel a powerful, almost like Super Lover.  I barely remember the embarrassment of prematurely ejaculating into my underwear and trousers in pubic a little while ago.

“I’m really primed from last time, and from seeing Vix go off like that, so it won’t take me long,” Trina says softly.  Her hips are again lurching forward and back, perhaps more powerfully than before. 

I can feel my tally whacker slapping something within her.  Her mouth opens, she starts breathing hard, then she starts to moan “Unh! Unh! Unh!”

I squeeze her nipples, and that is enough.  She goes off in one long scream of expiration. 

Cheetah catches her as Trina’s face goes blank.  Miraculously, she carries the younger woman to another part of the couch and lays her down.

She turns back to me.  She smiles.  She walks to me, leans over and kisses me as she fondles my prick.  Her touch is like a feather.

“Now, sweet lover, it’s MY turn!” she says as she moves to kiss the head of the Frog.

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It took a little while, a very little while, before my husband started to feel the effects of the ginger root.  I could tell that Andrea had done this to him before because he seemed to know what was coming.

“Now we pluck his pubic hair so he looks like our little boy,” Andrea giggled.  She reached down to his crotch and yanked about ten hairs out. 

He yelped.

“Help me, slut,” Andreas said, grinning, looking at me. 

I tentatively tugged on a few pubic hairs, but they slipped free of my grip. 

“Woos!” Andrea teased.  She ripped out about twenty hairs.

Jon cried out, “AHHHH!  Oh!  Oh fuck!”

But his face somehow didn’t really show intense pain.  Instead, he showed more of a fascination with the painful sensations.  He actually spread his legs wider, ‘V’ing his thighs, lifting his hips a bit.

Andrea was yanking fur like there was no tomorrow!  Jon’s belly soon looked like a barber shop’s floor.

I tried again, holding my thumb and forefinger together tighter, and managed to yank out about five of Jon’s pubic hairs.

My Jon started to get hard!

That assuaged my guilt.  I started yanking with both hands.  The more I desecrated his pubic region, the harder his penis became.  I decided to just go for it and concentrated on wrenching the hairs from his testicles. 

I worked on clearing his scrotum for a while, starting near where it joined the base of his penis, then working downward from there.  The closer I got to his anus, the stiffer his penis got. 

As I worked further and further down his crinkled sack, the tip of the ginger root came into view, protruding like a little light colored pink unmentionable from his anus.  Every time we yanked hairs out, the tip of the ginger would jerk, as though his inner anus was connected to our vicious actions.

When I had his scrotum free of hair, I took ahold of all of the hairs around his anus, half in one hand, half in the other, and ripped.

Jon screamed as his pulsing penis suddenly shot sperm all the way to his forehead.  Three spurts sailed upward, the first splashing on his forehead, the second on his nose, the last one landing directly on his lips.