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ASS:My Sextoy Wife (wife, adultery) 2/2

Contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity.  Do not read if
underaged or disturbed by such things.

All comments addressed to the author will be welcome


My Sextoy Wife 2/2

by Jul 4 1944@AOL.COM







	"He grabbed me by my right shoulder and pressed me against the
counter," she said, demonstrating by gripping it herself.  "Then he began
playing with my ass."  She said it so matter-of-factly that it was
stunning.  I remembered the bruise she had on that shoulder one night long
before when she was getting ready for bed.  I had asked about it at the
time.  She said it had been from a bump against a doorway.  The bruise had
lasted for days.  I got a chill, a shiver.  She had lied!

	"Wasn't there anything you could do?" I stammered.  "Couldn't you
.?"

	"He was really strong," she said, looking searchingly into my eyes
for a quiet moment.  Then it was as if she had made a decision.  "And
besides," she added, "it was starting to feel good."

	"Y-you mean you just gave right in?" I asked weakly.

	"No," she responded.  "I struggled, but he was just too strong.  I
tried to get out of his grasp but I couldn't.  I tried to keep his hands
away but I couldn't.  Before I knew it he had me down on the kitchen
floor."

	I listened, shaking, horrified, fascinated as she described what
happened.  He had both her wrists in one powerful hand, her arms pinned
beneath her body on the floor.  He forced one knee between her legs, then
began reaching up her dress with his free hand.  She tried to close her
legs and forbid access, but she couldn't combat his strength.  She tried
to reason with him, but he persisted.

	"I begged him please not to, I'm married," Alicia told me, "but
that only seemed to make him more determined."  She paused again, looking
at me and certainly seeing the pained look on my face.  Then with what
seemed a momentary triumphant look, she said, "and he finally got to where
he was going."    I sunk into a state of helpless despair as she
continued, sparing me nothing.  She described how he began rubbing her
crotch, how in spite of herself she found herself responding to his
persistent fingers.  "I was trying to say no, but you know what I get like
when I start feeling good," she said bluntly.  (Oh, God, yes I did!)  "I
guess he could tell I was horny.  We hadn't had sex in several days.  He
could tell I was beginning to love it.  And I knew I was ready to really
get off."

	She told me how her resolve (and her muscles) weakened and she
couldn't even try to keep her legs together.  She described how he worked
his fingers beneath the elastic bands of her panties, how they found her
slit, soaking wet with pleasure, how they stroked her while she lost her
grip and the pleasure began to overwhelm her, how they probed and teased
at the opening to her vagina, then plunged inside.

	"His fingers started going a mile a minute, and I started going
crazy," she said.  "I had my first orgasm in about two minutes, and I let
him know I was having it, too.  He said I turned him on like crazy with my
screaming.  He even let go of my hands because he knew I wasn't going to
be able to fight him anymore."  I remember her tossing her head defiantly
then.  "I sort of tried, but it was no use."

	She kept it up, as relentless in her blunt description as her
lover had been in his pursuit.  She told me how she put her newly freed
hands to use, digging into his back and shoulders as he continued
fingering her to another orgasm.  It was when he stopped fingering her to
undo his pants that she tried to resist again, but it was futile.  He
reached down, then unzipped his fly, undid his belt, then his button and
reached inside to free his cock.  And all the time using his body and
other hand to control the twisting moaning begging housewife on the
kitchen floor.

	For a moment her smugness subsided.  Looking away, she said, "Oh
God his cock was so big."  She said she was almost afraid of it, so much
longer and even thicker than mine.  Until then, I had thought all the wind
was out of my sails, but when I heard that, I really deflated.  She saw
the look on my face.  She seemed sympathetic and said "I'm sorry, honey,
but it's true."  She told me how he went back to fingering her while he
moved his body into position to mount her.  She told me how his fingers
made the pleasure start coming in waves again, and how she "started saying
all the wrong things."

	"L-l-like what?" I stammered.

	"Well, I talked about being married and how it would devastate
you, and begged him to stop, but the mention of me being married just
seemed to excite him more, she said.  "He told me later it really turned
him on to know he was fucking another man's wife."

	"And then there was something else," she continued.  "When I knew
it was hopeless and it was going to happen, I said "you're going to make
me do everything, aren't you?"  He told me "yes," and he said it gave him
ideas and made him go further than he might have gone."

	There's no point in describing my feelings.  They were a train
wreck.  She ignored them, relating that when he entered her, it felt both
ecstatically pleasurable and annoyingly uncomfortable at the same time. 
"He was too big.  I didn't like the pressure," she said.  "I've always
liked you better."  But pressure and all, it still gave her pleasure and
she got into it with abandon.  She said she couldn't help it.  "My
resistance went to jelly when he pushed inside and started really fucking.
 My hips started pushing and my legs fell open wide and I started getting
wild.  I finally let go and began kissing him back, and I started really
fucking him, too.  I had a couple more orgasms," she sighed, "then he came
in me."

	God she was so blunt.  She had more details to hurl at me, too. 
"He only came a little bit, and he stayed hard," she said, comparing him
with me, who came a lot and went limp for a good while.  It was another
thing she liked about me, she confided: the wet feeling it gave her inside
and how much she loved it.  I guess there had to be positives to keep her
coming home all that time.

	But I had to hear about Gary's endless erection and their
continuous fucking, until he was ready to come a second time.  "Then there
was something else he decided he wanted me to do," Alicia told me.  Oh,
no!  Oh, no!  I knew, I feared, what it was.		"A-and . did you
." my voice trailed off.

	"Yes, I did," she said, quietly, looking down in her lap.  "I
didn't have any choice.  I didn't have any resistance left.  He made me do
it.  Just like he said he would, because . because he wanted it anyway,
and I had given him the idea to get it all.  I didn't want to.  You know
how I used to feel about that."

	Oh God, used to?  Used to?  My mind was swirling, fearing what her
words meant while she continued.

	"He was so strong," she repeated.  "He just worked his way up my
body and started pushing my head down.  He had to grab my wrists again and
twist one arm behind my back and under me, because I was trying to get
away.  He grabbed my hair and pulled my head into his crotch." 
Incredibly, she took my hand and placed it in her hair, acting out for me
how he had pulled her head down into his crotch.  Even in my state of
shock, her actions caused me to get an erection.  She rubbed her face back
and forth across my crotch, reenacting what he had made her do.  "I tried
to turn away," she said, "but he rubbed his cock all over my face and in
my hair.  He was rough."

	I should have known it would come, but this was like a sudden
knife in the heart.  This was the one place where our sex life had always
been a disappointment to me.  She just didn't like doing it, and it had
been years since it had happened.  She had always claimed to be selfish,
not wanting to waste my best ability to give her pleasure on oral sex.  "I
want it to be fun for me, too,"  she would say.  Oh, how I envied the guys
who were the recipients of regular (or even occasional) oral sex.  And now
I was about to learn that at least one of them had gotten it from my wife.

	She continued her story.  His forcing her head down into his groin
became a turn-on for her, because it was covered with the powerful musky
aroma of their arousal and mating.  She loved those smells, and would
often touch herself, then wipe her finger beneath each of our noses
whenever we made love.  She said it excited her and enabled her to get
into the experience and the pleasure even more.  The aroma began to
overwhelm her senses as she felt and watched his cock brush over her nose
and lips and ears and cheek and chin and into her hair, which clung to its
stickiness.  With one hand, he held her head in place by her hair, while
he went back to fingering her with the other.

	"I was just helpless again," she almost whispered.  "I was getting
off like crazy.  I knew what he was going to make me do, and it suddenly
just seemed to make it even more exciting.  I thought about you at work,
and me at home on the kitchen floor, being raped by another man, and he
was going to make me do something I didn't do with you, and I don't know
why but it just gave me such a rush.  I never had that feeling before,
being forced to do something against my will, knowing it was about to
happen, feeling the anticipation, Knowing I couldn't resist, knowing it
was sex, and it just turned me on.  I started thinking again he's gonna
make me do it, so I gave up and stopped trying to turn away, and I let him
force it in my mouth."

	At this point I felt an incredibly strange combination of
feelings.  My stomach was turning in agony, but I also felt a surge of
erotic fascination, and my erection was harder than ever.  I felt so
defeated, and yet there was something deliciously exciting about the pain.
 My breathing was labored, as though I were having sex with her myself.   
She looked at me with what seemed a momentary flash of understanding.

	"See what it feels like?" she asked me.  But she really had no
idea how complicated those feelings were.  She took a deep breath of
resolve.  "I started this, and I'm going to finish it," she said.

	She told me how she had to grip the base of his cock so he didn't
choke her by pushing it too far down her throat.  She marveled at how his
demeanor changed once he was inside her mouth - how he changed from an
aggressive bull to a purring tomcat.  She felt him relax, and could sense
him experiencing a kind of reverie.  "It suddenly occurred to me that now
I was in charge," she said.  "His pleasure was up to me.  He could get his
way, but my attitude could spoil it for him.  I began to realize it wasn't
just you.  Men really want it bad, and  they're attracted to women who do
it for them.  Gary was just like you.  I got the idea maybe all men are
like that, and maybe that's what they really want from a woman."

	"So I decided to have my little secret, too,"  she continued. "I
thought what the hell and I made my mouth as soft and wet and cozy as I
could and let him go to work.  You didn't know it, but my mouth was sore
for the next week.  He was fingering me so good I wanted to scream, but I
couldn't.  I was so turned on I started to want what was going to happen. 
I started using my hand to jerk him and help him get off.  I could feel
him begin to tense and he started really groaning and I knew he was going
to do it, but I didn't flinch."  She hesitated for just the briefest of
seconds, while she glanced at me.  No shame, no guilt, just bold brazen
truth.  "It was probably just a coincidence," she continued "but maybe not
. I had an orgasm while he was coming in my mouth.  I felt it squirting in
there on my tongue and I was trying to scream I was so hot and I was
thinking I've really done it, I've really sucked another man's cock all
the way and Michael doesn't know.  I didn't know it at the time, but those
thoughts of cheating on you and having secrets from you got mixed up in
the pleasure, and they began to go together for me."  Oh, God!  

	As  the sordid details of her oral experience piled up on me, I
felt that strange mix of feelings continue to stir inside me.  As she
detailed her powerlessness, her degradation, her surrender, her orgasms,
my erection grew harder, even as my stomach turned and my hands shook and
I felt so weak and sad.  I was breathing deeply, as though I'd been
running.  Rather than just hearing words, I began to visualize her on the
floor, her skirt pushed up around her waist, her panties down around one
ankle, her blouse unbuttoned, her hair in the grip of this man, her legs
spread, his fingers dancing inside her cunt, his hips thrusting forward
and jerking back, over and over, his cock going into her mouth, deep and
back, deep and back, over and over, over and over, and the moans and the
grunting, oh their wild animal sounds as they mated, and her, my wife, my
wife, getting off on it, giving in to it, going crazy on our own kitchen
floor, pulling and tugging on his cock as it nestled in her mouth, going
from fighting it to wanting it to happen, to helping make it happen!  	

	At the same time I was hating her for her betrayal and
experiencing the humiliation of a husband whose wife has become an
adulteress.  But, perversely, I also felt a kind of exhilaration, almost
like I was in free fall with the ground rushing up at me and my anger
seemed to drown in a desire to hear more, to learn more details, to be
stung with the whole graphic truth.  And, most perversely, I felt an
inexplicable urge to jack off, just imagining it, just imagining it.  Oh,
it really, really happened! 	I felt like I was experiencing some
altered state of consciousness.  I felt numb, and my ears were ringing.  I
was gasping, enough for Alicia to ask if I were all right.  She again laid
her head in my lap, and there was no doubt she could feel my arousal along
with my pain.  Oddly, instead of revulsion and shrinking away from her, I
began stroking her shiny blonde hair and caressing her shoulder with my
shaking hands.  Oh, my Alicia!

	Lying there, she told me the rest of that first story.  How he
finally came (his tiny amount) in her mouth, how she wouldn't swallow, but
spit it out.  How he told her that seeing his cum running out of her mouth
and down her cheek and neck in a little gray-white rivulet was one of the
sexiest things he'd ever seen.  How he went back to her cunt and they
fucked once more, until he had his third orgasm inside her.

	"And then," she said, so matter-of-fact, "it was time to get the
kids lunch."  He let her up and she straightened herself out and Gary went
into the living room while Alicia rounded up the girls and fed them lunch.
 When lunch was over, the kids wanted to go back outside.  "So they went
outside, and Gary and I went to bed.  I let the kids skip their naps. 
They thought it was a treat."  She was silent for a moment, then inserted
the dagger.  "It was a treat for all of us . except you."

	She decided to call a halt to it then, saying she didn't think she
ought to tell me any more that night . except for one important thing.  "I
have to communicate this, because you need to get used to what you're
going to hear."  

	"I want to do something for you," she said.  When she had begun
telling me the last details of her mouth fuck, she had begun softly and
tentatively caressing my crotch.  I guess she noticed I was hard, so she
had to know in some way what she was telling me was in some way exciting. 


	"Did you like my story?" she asked, I guess referring to my
obvious erection.  "I didn't think you would."

	"I-I . I don't know," I murmured.

	"I thought you'd be more angry.  It's almost like you knew."  It
was a simple remark, but one that bespoke a heightened level of experience
and sensual awareness.  It made me shiver.  And it made me harder.  I
stroked her hair as she leaned her head back against my chest and began
working at my belt and pants.  I could feel her breathing begin to
intensify to match my own.  Everything seemed to become deathly quiet. 
She reached inside my fly and pulled me free.  She began stroking me,
caressing me, her head moving down closer and closer.  With one hand on
her head and one on her back and shoulders, leaning back against the sofa,
I stroked her in return.  

	I guess she knew by then that guys would do anything, put up with
anything, maybe even tolerate anything if they thought they could get
their cocks into her mouth.  She had just revealed what I already feared
was the tip of an iceberg of betrayals and lies, and yet as her head
descended into my lap, I wanted to be in that mouth again myself.  Even as
I continued to shiver with the shock of her revelation, I was intense with
anticipation.  Or was she going to make it the final blow and tease?    

	What I got was much worse.  First, she said one last thing that
hit like a slap.  "I guess you know what I've been doing.  You've waited
for your turn long enough."  And within seconds of her mouth enveloping
me, I knew what she wanted to communicate.  As I felt myself slide deeper
and deeper into the soft snug warm wet cocoon that was her mouth, as I
felt myself touch the back of her mouth and the entrance to her throat, as
I felt her nose bury itself in my pubic hair and her mouth resting at the
very base of my cock, and I felt the gently rhythmic massaging of her
cheeks and tongue that began making my excitement take off like a rocket,
I was reminded of the few other times years ago she had done it, and how
different it felt - so rough and reluctant.

	But it was rough and reluctant no more.  Now it was like heaven,
and I knew, even as she made me soar in momentary pleasure, that heaven
had come at the price of lots and lots of practice.  As I let myself get
lost in it, I thought about what she had said . "you need to get used to
what you're going to hear."  I knew there were more stories, and I was
going to hear them all if I had the strength to bear up under it.  I began
to wonder how many there had been . how many lovers and how many cocks in
her mouth and how many . how many guys like Gary who wouldn't take "no"
for an answer?  How many lies, how many other men in our bed and how many
enjoying the perverse rush of getting cunt from a beautiful married woman?

	She must have known what I was thinking about, because she poured
it on.  Pulling back, moaning "you really like it, don't you?"  Licking
me, grasping me, taunting me.  "You know what I've been doing, don't you?"

	"Yes, yes."

	"You know you're gonna hear it all, don't you?  You're gonna hear
every detail."

	"Yes, yes."

	"And if you don't listen to every detail ."  I waited for the
punch line to her threat as she momentarily took me back into her mouth. 
Then she pulled back again and finished her thought ". it's because you
moved back out again.  It's because you couldn't take the cheating I had
to take."

	I thought she was done, but she wasn't.  "I think you've figured
it out by now," she said, "but if you haven't, I'll tell you.  No details
any more tonight, but the truth is I've been a whore.  Gary got me started
because up till then I had said no, but he made me realize how much I
loved the attention, and how much I could love the sex.  I realized I was
right where I needed to be to have all the men I wanted - every Friday
night and just about anytime I wanted company at home.  I just fell for
it.  And even though I used to hate it, I really fell for the oral sex
because it's the thing that makes men weak.  They want it so bad.  And I
learned the more I did it, the more attention I got.  And the more
attention I got, the more I loved doing it.  Do you like what I've been
doing to you?  Does it feel good?"

	"Oh, God, yes!"

	"You want me to finish, don't you?  Even after what I've told
you."

	"Yes."

	"The story about Gary and I isn't the worst.  It was just the
first."

	What could I say?  I was a helpless, broiling mixture of pain and
anger and desire.  I wanted her to tell me.  I wanted to know everything. 
I wanted to hear it!  I wanted to experience it!  

	"OK," I said weakly.

	"No, I mean it", she said, quietly but insistently, backing off
from me.  "I want you to understand.  You're going to hear a lot.  The
things I've done .  I really want you to stay.  I don't want to drive you
out.  But you wanted the truth, and I just can't hide it anymore."  She
hugged me closely, tightly, looking almost regretful.  "I've really been a
whore," she repeated, looking me softly in the eye.  "I've been a slut.  A
pickup.  A tramp.  Every trashy word you can think of applies to me.  I
want to know you understand.  I want to be sure you're ready for what
you're going to be put through in the future." 

	I just wanted her to finish.  "I do," I moaned, "I do understand."
 Where was this tangle of desire and pain coming from?  	 
She shocked me again.  "Say it," she demanded quietly.  "Say your wife's a
whore.   Say I'm a cocksucker.  That's what I am.  That's what I've been. 
I know that's what you're thinking."  Her eyes were blazing again.  A
fierce glow of pleasure and pride.  "How do you like it?  How does it feel
to find out your wife has been sucking cocks while you didn't get any? 
That's the truth you're going to hear - well, at least some of it.  So
come on . say it.  Tell me I'm a slut."

	I didn't want to, but she began berating me, angering and
frustrating me, and forgetting what she was going to do for me.  And so I
did, weakly and self-conscious at first, but stronger and stronger as she
demanded it.  "You're a whore, Alicia," I said, and strangely, the words
felt good.  "You're a fucking cocksucking whore.  Oh, God my wife's a
whore.  My wife's a whore!"  Oh, the shiver of realization!

	I reached for her then in a sudden explosion of frustration and
anger.  I grabbed her head and pushed it down toward my lap.  "Come on,
slut," I said, "do what you do."  But she resisted and started saying "I
don't think its the right time for this now" and "I shouldn't have
suggested this," but I was not about to be humiliated and teased and
tormented any more and I had to twist her hair and make her cry out and
had to force her head down, and she squirmed and protested "no no its not
right" but she did go back down on me then, and I ran my fingers fast fast
fast along her back while I twisted her hair and twisted her arm and
forced my hand down inside her nighty bottom.  As my finger found her
slutty sextoy slit and she struggled like a gasping fish in my lap, I got
into telling her what she said she wanted to hear.  "Do it, you fucking
cunt," I told her.  "Do what you're so good at.  Show me how good you are.
 Show me what a slut you are.  Show me what a whore you are.  You little
cocksucker."

	And as my heart pounded and I felt a surge of power as she
struggled in my lap, I pinched her and punished her and pulled her hair
while she whimpered in helpless pain, and I said "open up, cunt, you're
gonna do it for me, too."  And she surrendered to it, let me force her
lips apart, and I descended into her deep wet syrupy pleasure mouth, and
my hips rode and I pushed deep, and I moaned "suck it, suck it, cunt," and
she did, she did, taking me all the way to the back of her mouth and into
the entrance to her throat and I knew I knew she had done it so many
times, there was no choking, no gagging, just sweet wet heaven in her
mouth and I said again and again "suck me cunt" and I wondered how many
times she had heard those words, how many men there had been, how many
friends had experienced her, how great the betrayal, the lies, had been.  

	Oh she was so good!  Her mouth was a soft warm wet cocoon, so
smooth and alive.  A shiver went through me oh God it's all true it's all
true, she is a whore, she really is a whore, and I was frantic with anger
and elation in her mouth, and she gave in to it, seemed to love it as I
forced her to suck, her cries muffled, going "mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm," taking
my thrusts faster faster and my finger sticky in her cunt and her body not
struggling anymore, her fingers digging into my leg, her voice trying to
scream body shaking orgasmic screams, and I thought oh God she loves it
loves being made to, loves the twisted arms and pulling hair and rough
bruises and getting weak and giving in and being force-fed cum, and I got
such a frantic rush oh thoughts of her, her sweet whore's mouth, tempting
and teasing and tormenting and provoking and resisting, then surrendering,
sucking, swallowing and I was lost in it reveling in it not even myself
anymore but all her lovers all of them and I thought about them all with
her, their fingers in her cunt and their cocks in her mouth and all those
nights with her naked in the dark and all her lovers brought home to our
bed and I realized in a flash so sudden oh God I love this love what she's
done love what she's saying love her being a whore love thinking about her
cocksucking mouth and rivers of cum on her tongue and down her throat and
all over her chin and her cheeks and nose and eyelids and gray-white globs
in her hair and streams running down her neck and I let it take me to the
edge of darkness and I surrendered to it, reveling in it, swimming in the
lurid pleasure of thoughts of her sins, thoughts of her lies, thoughts of
her secrets, oh my wonderful sextoy Alicia!    

	And at last I let it go, let it all go, and she took it, the sweet
slutty bitch drinking me down as my words rang out "oh, my God my wife's a
whore oh do it do it do it cunt oh do it oh OH OH OH OH OH you fucking
fucking fucking fucking cunt," and my spasms shot me all of me squirt
squirt squirt into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed
me and we lay there in our reverie, my cock still in her mouth, my finger
still dancing in her sextoy slit, and for just a moment I forgot all the
ecstatic anguish that was still to come.

		THE END		

(c) 1997 by Jul 4 1944
All comments addressed to the author will be welcome.
Vickie Tern@AOL.COM

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