The story contains anal sex, oral sex, voyeurism, and masturbation.

God she was hot…hot…hot, she was definitely the best he’d ever been with. The hardest part was trying not to shoot his cum, right here and now.

Cynthia’s head bobbed back and forth. The taste of pre-cum on her tongue and saliva. Once or twice she almost gagged, as she took it right to the back of her throat. Clive stared in disbelief, and was amazed at just how much she could take in that beautiful mouth of hers. Her fingers delicately caressing and coaxing his balls, was just magic.

Geoff who continued watching, also found it hard to believe …oh she’d sucked his cock on many occasions, but she seemed to have an enthusiasm in her, she never had with him…he continued to watch, and pump his cock.

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No wait, we are getting a little ahead of ourselves here, let me explain how all this came about.

Geoff Wellford was a happily married man…well 99% happy…there was just one little thing that played on his mind. It was a fantasy that just refused to let him go. He had the most gorgeous drop-dead wife. Olive skinned, skin that was soft and smooth. He never tired of touching it, running his hands over it, dark hair that felt like silk, and smelled of apple blossom. Her body was perfectly sculptured, and her beautiful face matched her perfectly sculptured body…he was the envy of every man, and best of all she loved him, just as much as he loved her. So why did he keep having this fantasy.

At night he would find himself drifting off, deep in this unrealistic and forbidden dream. His manhood would stiffen up, and he’d slowly masturbate at his lustful thoughts.

When Cynthia and he were out with friends, he could see the way men looked at her, making lustful gestures to one another, when they thought Geoff wasn’t looking.

He had been in the toilet one night whilst they were visiting Bernie’s Bar; he was in one of the stalls, when three of the guys entered.

“God that Geoff’s wife is really something isn’t she? I’d love to fuck her…lucky Geoff”

All were of the same opinion, and had a few other suggestions to go with it.

“I’d swap him my wife any day”

“Yeah me too” From another

“Well I guess you guys are pretty lucky…I don’t have a wife” said one.

“Come round the week-end and you can fuck Janet, sport, just make sure you bring plenty of beer for me, while I watch the footy on the box” laughter.

“The thing is Dell…you mean it”

“Too bloody right I mean it” more laughter, then they were gone.

Having heard the other guys talk, Geoff didn’t feel so bad, other guys talked about other men screwing their wives, was it true or just bravado talk. The thing was he did harbor those thoughts. He wanted to see another guy in action with Cynthia.

No matter how hard he tried, the thoughts refused to budge. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to see it happen. A few times he’d been tempted to just come straight out and ask her if she would be interested in going with another guy, with him watching, but could not quite pluck up the courage to follow through.

Many times he had been lost in thought, just staring vacantly at Cynthia, as she sat across the table. A naked Cynthia and a naked guy together, the guy screwing her like crazy.

“You alright sweetheart”

“Hey…sweetheart are you alright” she would have to repeat, so deep in thought was he.

“Mmmm…. oh…yes, yes I’m fine…just fine” he would reply.

Cynthia some how did not believe him, there was something niggling or worrying him. What it was she did not know.

Eventually, it was all becoming too much. When she again caught him staring, she placed her coffee cup down on the saucer and said.

“Geoff, you have to tell me what it is that is bothering you, we…I… cannot go on like this, you’re lost somewhere in the vast beyond…what is it?”

Geoff looked at Cynthia across the breakfast table, god she looked so ravishing, they had made delicious love last night, the memory of it, still fresh in his mind.

He looked away from her for a moment, looking out of the kitchen window, deciding if he had the guts to confess to her…it was now or never, turning back to her, he opened up about his fantasy.

Cynthia listened as he narrated his feelings…then he fell silent.

“God you’re sick Geoff…how…how could you ever think such vile thoughts…I thought you loved me?”

Geoff realized he’d gone too far, he’d shattered the perfect image they had of each other.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m so stupid, I really don’t know what came over me…let’s forget I said all that”

“You can’t put the Genie back in the bottle Geoff…you’ve opened up Pandora’s box…I’m going to work, I’ll see you when I get back tonight”

She gathered up he things and left.

Geoff held his head in his hands. “God you stupid fucking idiot…how did you think she was going to react…oh that sounds great Geoff…let’s do it tonight”

He had to get to work himself, Cynthia was right Pandora’s box was open and the Genie was out.

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Cynthia had of course had her own fantasies, rather similar to those of Geoff. She would imagine herself with another guy, feel his cock deep inside her, and at times imagined Geoff as the other guy.

She smiled at herself. “Well how fortuitist…here’s Geoff thinking and fantasying, the same as me…now I have the opportunity to act the indignant and reluctant wife… I know just what I have to do”

All day at work, Geoff worried and fretted at what he had confessed to, for the first time ever, he dreaded having to go home that night.

Flowers and a bottle of wine, mans most common “Sorry for what I did darling” present…or chocolates.

He cautiously popped his head around the door. Mmmm, that was a delicious smell from the kitchen. Feeling a little more confident, he headed toward the aroma.

“Hello darling…. busy day was it?” These words greeted him. This was not what he had expected, quite the opposite.

“Yes…yes… I er… brought you these” he said, showing her the flowers and wine.

“Oh sweetheart you shouldn’t have…there was no need… here I’ll put the flowers in water…then you can open the wine after you have showered” her reply, kissing him on the cheek.

Was this the same woman he had left this morning, or had there been some mysterious change over… a plot of some kind. He hummed a little tune as the water cascaded over him. Toweled and freshly dressed he went back to catch up with the mystery woman, he’d left in the kitchen.

He dearly wanted to ask her questions, but was a little reluctant to do so. Just let things lie, he thought, don’t mention this mornings conversation.

The meal was indeed truly delicious…faultless in fact. The meat was tender, and the knife went through it like butter.

“Now tell me…who are you going to nominate, or recommend darling?”

The fork full of food never reached Geoff’s lips, it remained frozen about six inches away.

“Nominate, recommend for what sweetheart?” his reply

“Why the guy you want to see fuck me…that’s who” she replied, taking a sip of wine.

The fork and food returned to the plate. Geoff looked at her aghast, never before had he heard Cynthia use such profanity.

“No…look…I’m sorry sweetheart…it was stupid of me…I apologize for what I said this morning, let’s just forget it eh?”

She placed a hand on top of his, squeezing it, and smiling said. “No darling… I don’t think we should…if we don’t do it, it’s going to bug you for ever…let’s deal with it and get it out of the way” taking another sip of wine.

“No… please you don’t have to say or do this…it was my stupidity, and I apologize”

She wasn’t going to be swayed on this, Cynthia was determined, the only way to put the Genie back in the bottle, was to carry it through to the end.

Geoff could see the determination in her eyes, she wasn’t going to let it drop, or fade away. One wife had walked out this morning, and another had taken her place. Oh they looked alike alright, but they were two different people.

“Now tell me? Who have you got in mind to do the deed?”

Some how things didn’t seem quite the same. Geoff realized the stark difference between fantasy and the real thing. Now that he had permission to do so, he no longer wanted it.

“Well, I… I… er hadn’t really given much thought to it, to be honest”

“Ok…if I’m the one that is going to be fucked… I get to choose…right?”

Geoff could say nothing…just nodded his consent.

“Now there’s a guy comes into the bar on Wednesday nights…. you know the night we girls get together and talk girl talk”

Geoff knew Wednesday nights, Cynthia some times came home a little the worse for wear, not completely bombed…. but certainly very happy and in an amorous mood.

“Yes” he nodded.

“Well there’s this guy, he’s always hanging around the women, comes and joins us from time to time, puts on the charm… very, very good looking as well… been trying to get one of us into bed, never as yet succeeded…. at least I don’t think so…I sometimes think he and Sonia, had a fling a couple of times…but that’s neither here nor there…I know he has a big thing for me, and not to put too fine a point on it, if anyone is going to do it…I want him”

Geoff just stared at Cynthia…what had got into her.

“I don’t believe this…I never thought you’d go this far with it?” he said.

“Well you started it…how do you think I felt when you suggested it this morning…I was furious…but I got to work and had time to think it over…you planted the seed darling…take responsibility for the harvest”

“Ok…ok…but I want to meet him first… see what he’s like”

“If you wish, but it doesn’t matter if you approve or not, he’s going to be the one”

It was settled and arranged. Now that Geoff was resigned to the fact, he was keen and eager to get on with it, not that he would admit it to Cynthia… as far as that was concerned he was still very, very reluctant.

Cynthia had to smile inwardly…so far so good.

Geoff had, had indoor security cameras fitted some time ago. Now he added a few more. A feed led to a bank of monitors, in the basement, his workshop, come study and hobbies room…TV’s and electronics were his specialty.

He sat at the desk and went through the list to make sure all were working, ticking each room off. Hall… check. Kitchen…check. Lounge…check, and so on until he was satisfied, every room and every angle was covered…he sat back in his chair; sighed and smiled… he was really going to enjoy this.

That particular Wednesday night, all had been arranged, and rehearsed.

Geoff strode confidently into the bar. This was a place he never visited; it was Cynthia and her friend’s watering hole. His searching eyes found her sitting at a table with three other people, the remnants of their evening meal still to be cleared away. It was obvious by the number of plates, that there had been more than just the two remaining women having partaken of the meal. The one remaining female he knew, it was Justine, who was chatting with a guy.

“Hi Geoff” she said as he passed them by, the guy smiling and nodding. The sound of his name caught the attention of Cynthia.

“Oh hi darling…glad you could make it” she said as he approached, bending and kissing her affectionately on the cheek.

“Sorry sweetheart can’t stop… we have a crisis at work…gotta get back…but I’ll stop an have one drink”

“Oh damn…do they really need you honey?”

“Yep…I’m afraid so… I might be late getting back…so don’t wait up… can I get you anything?”

“A wine please sweetheart…oh this is Clive…Clive, this is my husband Geoff”

Cynthia was right…he was a good-looking dude…too good looking he thought, already the green eyed monster was creeping in. Did he not like the guy, or was it the fact that he was good looking, and probably going to get to fuck his wife.

“Please to meet you Clive” said Geoff holding out his hand.

“Likewise Geoff” Clive’s response. Also holding out his hand. The handshake of both men was firm.

“Can I get you something to drink Clive?” Geoff asked.

“No, not for me…I’m driving” he replied with a confident smile.

He was confident alright…too bloody confident thought Geoff

Geoff chatted and drank his beer. When he had finished he said.

“Well I guess I should be getting back…the fort can’t do with out me for too long…you be ok for a cab honey?”

“Er, hey, if you don’t mind. I can drop Cynthia off… save the cab fare eh?” said Clive with a cocky smile.

“Hey, that’s great, not out of your way is it”

“I shouldn’t think so…well as long as you don’t live way out in the wop wops, it should be no problem”

Geoff thanked him, kissed Cynthia, and left the bar. He heaved a sigh, when he got out side. “Shit…shit…shit” he cursed.

Geoff sat at the bank of monitor screens; he’d parked the car a block away and walked the rest, keeping his car out of sight. All he had to do now was wait. He busied himself reading, or searching the Internet…then he heard the car pull into the drive, he swung his chair to face the screens…the games were about to begin, now that it was happening, he was excited.

Clive pointed the keys at the car, lights flashed; accompanied with a bleep, bleep, as the car locked.

“Hmmm, nice property you have here honey” he heard Clive say, as he rounded the car, slipping his arm around Cynthia.

“Yes we like it” she replied.

“Now, you certain Geoff’s not gona be back till late, I don’t want to be caught doing the act…you know what I mean honey?”

“Why don’t you just say, you don’t want to be caught fucking her…you jerk?” said Geoff to no one but himself.

“He’s away till then…don’t worry… we have the place all to ourselves” Cynthia replied, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek.

Clive was in the mood now, as he grabbed her around the waist, drew her to him, and began to kiss her passionately.

For a moment, she responded, and then pushed away.

“Not here, not outside… the neighbours” she said, indicating the houses near by.

Clive surveyed the surrounding area, gave a wicked laugh and said.

“Let’s get inside honey…I need you and I need you now”

With the front door firmly shut, Clive shrugged out of his jacket, found a peg to hang it on, then turned his attention to Cynthia.

It was an old house that had been totally refurbished. It had a long passageway leading to the living areas. Half way down, Clive could wait no longer, he again grabbed Cynthia around the waist, and then pinned her against the wall. His kiss was full of lust and passion; she returned the kiss with just as much vigor and fervor. His hands slipping to her ass. Her arms around his neck, drawing his lips to her lips and eager mouth. He pressed his body hard against hers, with a provocative and gyrating movement. He knew she could feel the hardness of his erection, through the fabric of their clothing.

This woman was the one woman he had really wanted, he’d built his reputation for having many women. “No woman could resist his charms” they said, that is until he met Cynthia. This woman had proved to be a real challenge. He had to admit, he almost given up trying to get into her pants, but tonight, they were coming off…real soon.

He smiled inwardly, feeling real smug about it. Huh! That poor smuck of a husband of hers, if he could only see me now…about to fuck his wife, and where’s he? Back at work, slaving over some project or other. Well serves him right, should take better care of a woman like this.

He thought about his “Brag Book”, the book with all the names and photos of all the women he had fucked…now he could add his jewel. The best prize of all. He would give her a five star billing. No other woman ever achieved that. Her photo, her name, and all the detail he could gather on her, plus five gold stars along side.

The kissing had stopped; they gazed into each other’s eyes. His next move was the bit he liked, reaching down, he found the hem of her dress, and began to draw it up, up around her waist. As he did so, it revealed her thighs, tight rounded ass, and a pair of brief black panties. Cynthia did not flinch or resist…just a rather suggestive smile…inviting him to go further. His fingers curled around the elastic on her knickers, and he tugged downward, slipping them around her thighs, and then her knees. She twisted and shook her body, allowing her panties to slip further down, gravity took over, and now they finished around her ankles. First left foot, then right, and she was free of them all together. There was something sensual about not wearing any knickers.

Clive’s first action was to place both his hands on her ass, gently running over the soft, but firm surface, squeezing and massaging that beautiful butt, at the same time reminding her of his erection, pressing it against her stomach.

He thought to himself “Soon I’ll have my reward, my hard shaft will be inside you my dear” I’ll be fucking the most gorgeous woman in the world..

Geoff had been glued to the monitors, watching this guy slowly but methodically undress his wife. The kissing had been passionate, passionate on both sides, a little too much so from Cynthia, he thought, this worried him…after all it was her suggestion to have Clive do the honors, but more was to come,. Geoff removed his now hardened cock from his trousers and began to stroke it.

Cynthia, grabbed at Clive’s belt, unbuckled it and undid the top button; there was the sound of the zip as she pulled it down. It was her turn, and she tugged both trousers and undies down in one swift move. The sight of his hard manhood in all its glory excited Cynthia. She hadn’t written these kind of emotions into the script. She had wanted to remain devoid of emotion, allow Clive to do whatever he wanted to do, and allow Geoff to have his jollies…but her heart thumped and pounded. The feeling she had was euphoric; to say the least…she slid to her knees. Clive’s full hard cock was only inches from her face. It rose straight up; out of a bed of pubic hair, slung beneath it were two large balls. Cynthia took hold of them with her fingers, cupping them, and gently massaging them. Clive let out a long hiss, and a moan…her touch was magic. Next she placed her hand around the warm, throbbing shaft, gave it a gentle squeeze and began to masturbate him.

“Oh my god…oh fuck” he sighed, but the feeling did not compare to the one he received when her tongue connected with his shaft, and licked the full length, like she was licking an ice cream, and when he felt the warmth of her mouth envelope the head, his whole body felt a shudder run through it.

God she was hot…hot…hot, she was definitely the best he’d ever been with. The hardest part was trying not to shoot his cum, right here and now.

Cynthia’s head bobbed back and forth. The taste of pre-cum on her tongue and saliva. Once or twice she almost gagged, as she took it right to the back of her throat. Clive stared in disbelief, and was amazed at just how much she could take in that beautiful mouth of hers. Her fingers delicately caressing and coaxing his balls were just magic.

Geoff who continued watching, found it hard to believe also…oh she’d sucked his cock on many occasions, but she seemed to have an enthusiasm in her, she never had with him…he continued to watch, and pump his cock.

Much as Clive was enjoying Cynthia suck his cock, he had to put a stop to it, much more of this and he’d be cuming in her mouth, that he did not want to do, he had other things he wanted to enjoy as well.

He drew her to her feet saying “My turn sweetheart…and spread your legs”

Cynthia stood with her legs spread as far as she could possibly get them. Clive gently kissed his way down her body, carefully and deliberately avoiding her pussy. He scooped up her discarded panties, pressed them to his face and nose, and breathed in deeply. The scent of her body odor, and body spray filled his nostrils, heightening his excitement…these he would keep, a trophy and reminder to one of his biggest triumphs.

He still could not believe his luck, but was it luck. When she had walked into the bar tonight, wearing that dress, a dress that fitted just perfect, accentuating her perfect form, he just had to have her. The old Clive charm just had to work…and it did. Her friends had dispersed to other parts of the bar, chatting with other people, leaving her and a friend by themselves. Johnny had obliged him, by engaging and talking to the friend. Clive had once again, made an attempt on the impregnable Cynthia. Tonight she seemed much more susceptible to his charm and advances.

He’d put on the Clive charm and bullshit, and in a subtle way had asked her to go to bed with him. For a moment…but only a moment he was speechless and surprised, when she laid her hand on his hand, squeezed it and said, “Yes…I’d like that very much”. The old Clive charm worked, even if it had taken all this time, perseverance is what you need, he told himself.

Even so he had to convince himself that he had heard correctly.

“You’re not joshing me are you…you really mean what you’re saying?”

“Yes, of course I mean it…to tell you the truth I’ve wanted to screw you for a while”

Whow…what a revelation, his cock grew a couple of inches in his pants right there and then… he was going to get to fuck Cynthia, only when that smuck of a husband walked in on them, he thought he was sunk, but to hear the good news he had work to do, and told her not to stay up…well how good was that…it was fate…he was meant to fuck her.

He managed to stuff her panties in his trouser pocket, and then returned his attention to her. He was staring straight at her hair-covered pussy, carefully shaped hair. He could make out the slit, as it vanished between her legs. First he kissed her right thigh, working upward, deliberately avoiding the slit, his mouth and tongue came to her pubic hair, kissing and licking his way across and down to her left thigh. Mmmm she smelt and tasted good. With his thumbs, he took the lips of her pussy and prised them open, revealing the folds of warm, pink wet flesh. His tongue flicked out, licking and delving into the soft, fresh fruit.

He heard her moan with pleasure, with her hands on his shoulders for support, her fingers dug into his skin and flesh in response.

Her head was back, eyes closed as she reveled in the euphoric feeling.

“Oh god…oh my god” she whispered, as Clive’s tongue, began to wreak havoc on her emotions and desires.

Deeper and deeper went Clive’s tongue, his mouth all but eating her cunt. With the continued combination of his tongue and his finger, she knew she was about to cum…and then it happened, when the orgasm hit, it was like a tsunami, as it rippled through her body, an all too brief moment of sheer pleasure.

The taste of her body’s juices was like nectar of the gods.

With one hand on her ass, the other on her hip, he drew himself up, his hard cock brushing her leg and thighs, before he pressed it against her belly. Now it was bare flesh, against bare warm flesh. Clive’s excited anticipation growing every second, there would be no stopping him now.

Cynthia’s feelings also ran high, feeling the fullness and warmth of Clive’s hard manhood pressed against her. She took his cock, and placed it between her legs, and felt the head part her pussy lips, as it made entry.

It was time for Clive to claim his ultimate prize. He felt her hand take his cock and place it between her legs, it brushed against her thigh as she guided it toward her pussy, the head made entry, and he continued to push upward, a gasp and moan emanating from both at the same time.

“Ohhhhh” “Ahhhh”

On the monitor, Geoff continued to watch the action. There was absolutely no doubt, they were lost in the euphoria, spurred on by their lusts. The camera angle was not quite where he wanted it, but he could see Cynthia take Clive’s erection and place it between her legs.

“God…its gona happen…its gona happen” he said excitedly to himself, his hand working his own shaft furiously.

When he saw her facial expression change, he knew Clive had entered her, the swaying of his ass, as he pinned her against the wall, confirmed it.

Cynthia wrapped her legs around Clive’s body, his hands supporting her ass, as he thrust up, again and again and again…fuck…fuck…fuck. His hard cock sliding and slurping inside her, lubricated by the juices of her wet cunt.

It was all becoming far too much for Geoff…what had been just a fantasy, was now a reality, a steam of warm white fluid, shot from his cock…he was cuming…once…. twice…three times.

“Oh fuck…fuck…fuck” he said, slumping down in the chair…a spent force. He continued to watch the screen. Clive and Cynthia were still at it, Clive’s ass, still humping back and forth. Now that he had achieved his fantasy and had climaxed, a feeling of jealousy filled Geoff. He didn’t want Clive to continue, but now he could not stop it.

Cynthia could now understand how Clive had earned his reputation. She’d listened to the so-called rumors, but now she could testify to his capabilities herself. She didn’t care that Geoff was watching, after all this is what he wanted, to watch while another guy fucked her…well she would give him his money’s worth. The kissing became more, and more intense, filled with passion and lust. Cynthia threw back her head and cried out. “Oh god…. oh my fucking god” as another intense orgasm ripped through her body.

Clive’s own climax followed, as he made one last full inward thrust, releasing a stream of warm white fluid. Cynthia felt it fill her womb, as his balls contracted, squeezing every last drop from him.

For a moment they clung to each other, such was the intensity of their passions, both found themselves a little short of breath.

Clive released his hold on Cynthia, and she stood close to him, still with their arms around each other, his kisses now soft and tender. Even though his lusts had been satisfied, he was reluctant to let her go, the touch of her body continued to excite him.

Cynthia pushed him away. “Come on she said” and without any further explanation, started to pull her dress up and over her head, completely removing it, then reaching behind her back, unclipped her bra, and removed that also…now she stood before him completely naked.

“Oh god” he hissed. “Oh my fucking god” as he gazed at the beauty of her breasts. In his eagerness to get inside her, he had neglected her other assets, her breasts. He reached out and cupped them in his hands, feeling the now firm warm flesh, his thumbs circling the hard nipples.

“Magnificent…absolutely magnificent” he said, gently squeezing them, he just could not resist bending a little and taking one of the nipples in his mouth, and like a baby suckled upon it.

“Oh—god—oh—my—god” Cynthia sighed, her nipples hardened even more, as Clive suckled the nipple.

“No…no…no” Geoff screamed at the monitor. “What you doing Cynthia? This is not in the script…he’s fucked you, now move on…send him home”

As far as Geoff was concerned it was over, she had done her part, he’d watched a guy fuck her…which is what he had wanted…but it seemed she was wanting more.

Cynthia cupped Clive’s face in her hand. “Come…free yourself from your clothes…walk naked with me”

It was an invitation he was not going to turn down, as he shed each item of clothing, until like Adam and Eve they stood together naked.

There was an excitement and euphoric feeling, being naked with this woman, already he felt a stirring in his cock…he knew very soon it would be rock hard again, the thought of fucking her again…twice in one night, spurring him on.

“Oh shit” said Geoff, hands on top of his head, watching as they made there way to the kitchen.

“Here let me get you a wine,” she said, bending slightly to retrieve the cool bottle of white wine from the fringe.

The sight of her rear end, and a clear view of her cunt, did the rest. By the time she had turned holding the bottle in her hand, his erection was complete.

“Ohhhh…did I do that to you honey” she said, looking at his hard manhood.

“You know fucking full well you did…god you’re a hot horny bitch” he replied, smiling.

Cynthia placed the wine on the bench, and then slowly walked with swaying hips back to Clive. Placing her arms around his neck, and pulling herself close against his erection and slowly gyrating, said “And what do you propose to do about it” with an impish smile.

“I’ll show you what I’m gona do about it…slut” he laughed, spinning her around, pushing her toward the table and forcing her to bend over it.

He loved the sight; the shape of her bare ass…it was so perfect, just touching and running his hands over it, gave him such a euphoric feeling. He loved women with a deep passion…perhaps love was not the right word…lust would be better, but this woman was somehow different, his desire for her was deeper than any of the others.

“Oh shit, what’s he up to now” said Geoff, watching it all on screen. The thing was, he was starting to get somewhat excited himself…was it time for the second cuming perhaps.

Clive pressed himself against her hind end, and she felt his hardness.

Using his foot against her instep, he pushed her legs apart; his fingers found her pussy, thrusting three of them inside, and working them in and out, finger fucking her. Her body was spread out over the table; her hands clutched the far edge. As Clive worked his fingers, she worked her hind end up against the thrusting fingers. He knew he had her, she wanted him, and she wanted to feel him inside her, thrusting hard and deep. This wasn’t make believe or play acting. At first he had thought it was, just a come on, but now that she had tasted Clive Denby, she was like all the rest, she’d be back for more. He smiled inwardly, yes, he’d make full use of her until he became tired of the game and move on, and after all it was his duty to the women of this world to share himself around.

He gave his shaft a few pumps, then placed it between her legs, found her slit, and pressed inside her.

He heard the satisfied moan she made, another smile. “Yes, yes she’s definitely mine now”

His hips and ass swung at a steady pace. Every once in a while giving her a harder, deeper thrust, and then hear her sharp cry. “Oh god…oh god Clive”

“You like that baby…you like Clive’s cock fucking you?”

He liked her excited response even more. “Oh god yes…yes…yes”

His unrelenting pounding, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, slam…. slap…slap…. fuck…. fuck…. fuck.

Geoff’s screen was filled with the action, and he gazed in awe. God he’d always wanted to watch a guy fuck his wife, but this went beyond his wildest expectations or fantasies. His cock was hard again…it felt good watching, for Geoff, watching was better than doing, as he continued to stroke his hard manhood.

Cynthia found it all very exciting also, a rush of adrenalin when Clive had her bend over the edge of the table. Clive’s fingers, delving inside her wet cunt. She wanted this guy, and she cursed herself for doing so. She had sworn she was going to remain completely detached from him. She had assured herself that she was the one in control; she would be the one who had him begging for more, but it wasn’t working that way. She had completely fallen under the Clive Denby spell, another victim. She felt it coming, and then like a raging torrent, the orgasm hit her, a beautiful, sensual feeling rippling through her body.

“Ohhhh god…Cliiiivvvvveeee” she wailed, calling his name.

He stopped, and withdrew his cock.

“Oh no…no, please no don’t stop Clive…please don’t stop…. Not yet” she pleaded

“Stay there…don’t you dare move” he said, and then made toward the fridge. He selected a bottle of cooking oil and returned to stand behind her.

He poured some of the cool content onto his hand, and began to spread in on her ass, his finger poking into her hole, making sure it was well lubricated.

“Oh god you’re not going to put it in there are you” she asked, a little concerned.

“I certainly am…but don’t worry…I’ll be gentle…I promise” his reply.

Geoff was equally concerned, as far as he knew she’d never had it up her ass…well not as long as he had known her…before they were married maybe she had, but he had never done so.

Finally Clive smeared it over his hard shaft…he was ready. He prised the cheeks of her ass apart, and placed the head at her entrance.

“Now just relax…don’t fight it…just let it go in…you can take it…you’ll see” as he slowly applied pressure.

He gently swayed back and forth, each forward stroke, pushing a little harder. She winced and cried a little “Ahh”

“Relax sweetheart…relax…don’t fight it…just let it go”

The oil was doing its job, the head burst through, the hard part over, he continued to push, little by little…inch by inch, his hard cock filled and expanded her ass…until at last he had it all in.

“There…I told you so… all in” he said to her, slowly swaying back and forth, each full stroke making it easier and easier.

“Oh fuck…that feels sooo good” he remarked “Tight…. nice and tight”

It was the first time she had had a cock in her rear end…it felt quite good…not the same as in her cunt…but nonetheless not unpleasant, once it was in.

Clive’s hands held her ass tight, like a vice. She was swaying and pushing back against his inward thrusts, sighing and moaning, telling him how good it felt. She cried out, when he made the big hard deep penetrating thrusts. Fuck… fuck…. Fuck, he continued relentlessly on. His hands working up from the small of her back, around her shoulder blades, massaging her neck. He brushed her dark hair to one side, covered her body with his, kissing and licking her ear, his ass continuing to hump up and down

“I’m cuming” he whispered “I’m gona cum”

His dam burst, spewing warm white fluid into her ass. For a while, he just lay there, not moving, still bathed in the warm after glow of just having fucked her, he wanted to savor every moment.

Cynthia was quite happy to have him there, his arms locked around her. Had she really fallen for this man…surely not? What she did know is she wanted to continue seeing him.

Geoff had seen it all unfold. He’d masturbated furiously as he watched the action become more passionate. “Oh god…oh fuck” he kept saying, pumping his shaft harder. He found himself egging Clive on. That’s it Clive, fuck her…. fuck her, his hand not stopping, until he could no longer contain himself, and a stream of fluid shot from the end of his cock. For the second time he slumped and sprawled back down in the chair, legs too weak to support him.

“Oh god…oh my fucking god” he groaned. Like Cynthia and Clive he was naked; he’d shed his clothes as he’d watched the two of them, he’d been drawn in to the scene, felt he was part of them, but then he did enjoy being naked anyway.

Clive pulled away, allowing Cynthia to rise from the table, the smile on her face said it all…he had no need to ask if she had enjoyed it.

“Now where’s that wine we were about to have earlier?” he asked.

She poured two glasses, then after handing one to Clive, put her arm around his waist.

“Here’s to more of that, lover boy” holding the glass up for him to chink.

He reciprocated “To us my darling” his hand now covering that lovely ass of hers.

The night had gone better than he could ever have expected. He felt confident that this was no put on, like all the rest; she’d fallen under his spell. His future with this lovely creature was assured…well just as long as he wanted and needed her…. then?

Geoff could not believe his eyes. What the fuck did she think she was doing? Surely it was time to call it a night. Why was she standing there beside him…naked, both of them drinking wine? He poured one for himself, from his own stash, and awaited the next step.

It was one a.m. in the morning, when they decided it was time to quit. After the kitchen table, they had made their way to the bedroom…his and her bedroom and bed. He’d watched Clive fuck his wife in so many different ways. Surely this was no play acting, if it was she sure was good at it. She’d almost eaten him alive…and he, her. If he had not seen with his own eyes, his cock half way down her throat, he would never have believed it. When Clive had buried his face in her pubic hair and cunt…well the screams that came from her…the whole neighborhood must have heard. The thing was, he’d enjoyed every moment of it…he really didn’t think he could muster another hard on…he was well and truly fucked.

Clive had collected all his clothes, and dressed, for Cynthia, there was no need. A short bathrobe drawn around her body sufficed. She even looked good in the unflattering robe. Geoff watched as she escorted him to the door, to say their farewells.

Clive turned toward her, before she could open the door, saying

“I’ve had a marvelous time Cynthia, I’ve always thought about you and I coming together, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would ever happen”

He drew her toward him, took her in his arms, and began to kiss her passionately. She returned the kisses with just as much passion. He undid the belt holding the robe closed, slipped his hands behind her back, and then on to her butt…god how he loved her ass, he never tired of running his hands over it. Eventually, she broke the spell, pushing him away, saying

“Come on, you’d better go before Geoff comes back”

“I’m surprised he’s not back already” he replied.

“Well he won’t be long” then adding, “I will see you again…won’t I?” a pleading look in her eye.

“Of course you will honey…tonight was just the beginning” he said, knowing he had her at his beckon call. Already he was thinking about all the good times he was going to have with her, before they would eventually finish, and he, move on.

After he had gone she closed the door, turned, and with her back against the door retied the bathrobe.

Geoff had seen Clive leave, time to come from his hiding place, and catch up with Cynthia.

He felt somewhat awkward and tense, as he looked at Cynthia. After all he’d just spent the night watching his wife in action with another guy. It was she who broke the tension.

“Well darling…was it all that you thought it would be?” smiling.

“Oh god yes…it was…it was unbelievable…how about you?”

“Mmmm…yes, I have to admit, he was good”

It hadn’t been the script she had wanted to write, she never wanted to feel this way toward Clive…she knew exactly what he was, she had no delusions on that score, but he’d gotten to her…in a big way…now she needed to see him again.

She went to Geoff, put her arms around him, drew him to her, kissing him full on the lips…there was passion there, but somehow it did not compare with Clive.

There was no doubt whatsoever in her mind; she would be seeing Clive Denby again.