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Subject: {ASSM} [deirdre fest] surprising (MF, cheat, anal)
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Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2006 09:10:01 -0400
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hi guys - here's my little bit of deirdre

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Surprising



   I sat quietly.  Contrite.

   My husband Bill stalked back and forth in front of me.  Seething.

   He had every right to be angry.  I don't know whether it was the red
welts across my ass or my cum splattered breasts that angered him more.  I
couldn't imagine him anymore angry than he was right now.

   Earlier today I was baking for Bill's birthday.  He loves chocolate chip
cookies.  I was surprised to discover that I was out of sugar, so I headed
next door to Beth and Mike's.  In the year, Beth and I have become fast
friends - we talked about everything - and we have that kind of "open door"
policy that good friends and neighbors often have.  In the year they've
lived her, Beth and I have become fast friends.  We talk about everything,
including sex.  Especially sex.  I thought I had a fairly complete
understanding of Beth and Mike's sex life.

   I didn't.

   I crossed into their backyard and walked right to their kitchen door.  I
didn't knock, I simply opened the door and walked right on in.  That's when
I saw them.  There they were, bent over the kitchen table.

   Mike was bent over the table, his ankles tied to the table legs.  Beth
was behind him.  She was fucking him hard, really hard.  Was the loud
slap-slap-slap of her hips on his butt louder because of the leather
harness she wore?  A huge strap-on dildo, looking more like the business
end of a baseball disappeared into his ass again and again and again.

   The strangest thought entered my mind, I wondered how long it would take
Mike's asshole to return to normal after Beth was done fucking him.

   I should have left right then - they wouldn't have noticed.  Even if
they did notice - a quick "excuse me" and hasty retreat would have been
better than what I did.  I did nothing.  I stood there and watched.

   Okay, I didn't exactly do just nothing: I touched myself to the rhythm
of Beth's slap-slap-slap.

   Beth grabbed Mike by his hair and pulled him upright.  He cried out and
for the first time I looked at his cock.  It was hard and seemed about the
same size as Bill's.

   Moments later I watched his cum shot out onto the table.  It was only
when Beth disengaged from his ass with a loud pop that I made my presence
known.

   I gasped in fascination at the way Mike's rectum remained open after
Beth's withdrawal.  Then I came, my knees buckling beneath me, and sliding
to the floor.

   I returned home - clothes in hand, cum splattered breasts, and whip
marks across my ass.  If only I had returned a few minutes earlier.  Bill
was waiting for me.

   I should have been crying.  I should have been begging for forgiveness.
I should have been able to express some form or manner of coherent reason
and explanation - some plea for understanding.  Except I couldn't
understand what had happened.

   "I can't explain it," I said to Bill.

   "Don't you move until I get back!" Bill warned.  He stormed out of the
house.

   At least I finally had some quiet time to think.  I sat down and tried
to understand what had happened.

   I've always had a very imaginative fantasy sex life.  But my fantasies
had always been just that.  But today, I had nothing that could explain
today.

   I could still see Beth walking toward me, that dildo pointing right at
me.  I was unable to resist, let alone run home.  She took my hand and led
me to the table Mike was tied to.  Just like that I was tied by my ankles
to the table legs and bent forward towards Mike.  It was only when my
breasts made contact with the sticky, cool cum on the table top that I
realized I was naked.

   To say I was shocked when I felt Beth's tongue pierce my cunt would be
an understatement.  No less surprising was Mike pushing his cock into my
mouth.  I struggled against that until Beth started whipping my ass - with
what I didn't know.

   Then I felt the dildo.  Pressure first, then yielding, pain giving way
to discomfort, then fullness - emptiness - fullness - emptiness - so
fucking full.  It went on forever.  It took my mind off Mike's cock.

   My orgasm wasn't that big a surprise - there is a certain inevitable
result that occurs with that much rhythmic, stimulation - that it was
followed by more orgasms, each stronger then the one preceding was
mind-boggling.  I barely noticed Mike taking hold of my hair and lifting my
mouth from his cock.  Even as his hot cum spattered my breasts.

   Then it was over and I was just standing there, outside their kitchen
door, clothes in hand.  Now, sitting quietly, I replayed the scene a dozen
times.  The sound of the back door closing woke me from my reverie.

   I stared, dumbstruck, as Bill entered and walked very slowly past me,
clothes in hand.

   He was stark naked.  His cock hung red, limp and clearly spent. 
Instinctively I knew that he had fucked Beth - fucked her long and hard.  I
wasn't angry with him.

   He didn't say a single word as he passed.  I turned, as much from
curiosity as expectation.  "Bill?"

   The red glow of his butt, the gingerliness of his gait, the drip of
semen from the small of his back explained it all.

   "Bill?" I was still sitting where he had left me.  More confused now
then anything else.  "Can I join you in the shower?  Please?"

   He nodded.  The hot water felt good and I actually enjoyed watching the
remnants of semen disappear down the drain.  Dried and dressed we returned
slowly to some semblance of normalcy.

   Bill said nothing about what had happened to him and asked nothing
further of my own experiences.  Dinner was pleasant enough until Bill asked
what I'd made for dessert.

   I remembered the chocolate chip cookies - and my quest for sugar.  I
stammered out an apology that entailed pointing in the general direction of
Beth and Mike's place.  Bill seemed to nod in understanding and we both sat
silently for a moment.  Bill broke the silence.

   "Mike said that he and Beth are hosting a party at a hotel downtown and
they want us there..." Bill seemed preoccupied as he spoke.

   "They've invited us to a party?"

   "Not exactly." Bill looked toward Beth and Mike's.  He paused again. 
"They want us to be the door prizes."

   My husband turned back to me and gazed deeply into my eyes.  He smiled.
"I said - We'd be happy to attend."
   I peed the chair I was sitting in.  

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