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From: Mariana Saunders <mariana.saunders@ymail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Housewarming Party (Wife, Cheat, MF, Anal)
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Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 06:10:01 -0500
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Saturday, 8:12pm. The guests started arriving. My husband's guests, actually. We 

had just moved to a new house, and my husband invited a couple of friends and 
coworkers to show off. The house was perfect. Great neighborhood, lots of space, 

huge kitchen, and a swimming pool. 

I really didn't know anyone, except for Mike. He was my husband's childhood 
friend and coworker. He is such an asshole. From my husband's stories, he has 
always been. He is the type of guy you don't want your husband hanging out with. 

We've met some five or six times before, and he's always with a different 
girlfriend, and he treats them like shit. He arrived past 9:30pm with yet 
another girl. She looked way too young. He never introduced her. The only times 
he spoke to her were  to order her around. "Get me a beer", "go get me some 
food", he said without even looking at her, and there she went. 

We had a great time at the party. Lots of booze, food and good company. I can 
say that because I stayed as far away from Mike as possible. When the party was 
winding down and the guests started to leave, I found my husband talking with 
Mike on the kitchen. From the looks of my husband, he was pretty drunk. He 
couldn't stand straight. His speech was slurry. Mike's girl was there, sitting 
on a corner, looking bored. I offered her a drink, and she accepted with a 
smile. "So...", I said, "how are things with Mike?". "I don't know" she said, 
drinking almost half her drink. "He can be..." she stopped. "A dick?" I added. 
"Well, yeah" she laughed, "you heard?". "No, I haven't. I meant he can be an 
asshole. Am I missing something?". 

She looked at me, straight in the eyes, and said  "Yes, he's a huge asshole. 
Everyone that knows him tells me so. But he has a huge dick, and  he really 
knows how to use it. I know he's been cheating on me and he treats me like shit, 

but when he fucks me, he fucks the shit out of me. Oh my God, I'm sorry... TMI, 
right?". And with that she confirmed that she was way too young, and I couldn't 
get the mental picture of Mike fucking the shit out of this girl out of my mind. 


"Mike, baby, we have to go", she said from the door. "Baby? What the fuck? Look 
'baby', if you have to go, then go. I'm staying here with my buddy. I'll call 
you when I'm done here. Then you can come get me", he said, once again without 
looking at her. She didn't say anything, she just stood there holding the door. 
A minute later Mike said loudly "Just GO already... I'll call you". And with 
that, she left. Mike kept pouring drinks, and my husband kept drinking. I said 
goodbye to  the rest of the guests, and when I thought everyone had gone, went 
to 

look for my husband. I found Mike helping him up the stairs. "Great" I  said. 
"Cool, isn't it? He's wasted", Mike said laughing. I helped him get my husband 
to bed. We went downstairs again, I walked straight to the door, thinking Mike 
was leaving, but he went to the kitchen. He started looking around the kitchen, 
found a bottle of wine, a bottle opener and two glasses. "We're saving that" I 
said. He didn't care, he just opened it and poured two glasses. He brought me 
one. I took it from his hand and drank it. He poured another glass. 

"Thanks for helping Mike up the stairs", I told him when we were half way down 
the bottle. "You're welcome. I had to help him, he's my friend", and he did the 
'quote-unquote' sign with his fingers when he said "friend". "Explain" I said. 
"Well, we've been friends since forever, and we work together,  but lately he's 
changed, since he married, got that promotion, got this house. I know I'm an 
asshole, but honey, your husband is becoming something worse. He tells everyone 
how much money  he's making... he even tells everyone how good you're in bed... 
at work everyone knows about your handcuffs, blindfold and dildos. Everyone 
knows you're THAT good". 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, obviously because one thing is to brag to 

your friends about your partner, but to go into details is just fucking stupid, 
and second because of who was telling me. I was mad as hell. Without saying 
anything I just stood up, started walking towards the stairs and said "I think 
you should leave". I was going to wake my husband up and he was going to have to 

explain a lot. When I got to my room, I opened the door, and I felt Mike behind 
me. He held me by the shoulders and said "You're wasting your time. He's way 
past fucked up. Whatever he says, or you say now, he's not going to remember. 
Wait till tomorrow". I felt angry and frustrated, and the booze wasn't helping. 
I felt a couple of tears building up. I turned around and said "Ok... thanks".  
Mike saw me and and put his arms around me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said 
those things", he was rubbing my back while he said that. Suddenly I felt 
something move in my leg. "Holy Shit", I thought, "that girl was right... his 
cock is huge". I could feel it almost half way past my thigh. Then the mental 
picture of Mike 'fucking the shit out of that girl' came to my head again. He 
was on top of her, fucking her with long hard strokes, and she was sweaty and 
screaming. I was lost. I put my arms around him and held him tight. "Thanks" I 
said, in what was left of my voice. Now he was fucking her from behind, pulling 
her hair and slapping her ass. I felt movement again,  and my body responded by 
itself, opening my legs a little and pressing against it. Mike's hand went to my 

lower back and pressed me against him. "So, are you going to wake him up?", he 
said. I just shook my head. He released me and turned me around so I was facing 
my room again, with my back  to him. "Yeah, it's better to let him sleep" he 
said, grabbing me from behind. I could feel part of his huge dick between my ass 

cheeks. Then I felt a hand on my breasts. Then I felt his breath on my neck. 
Then he was kissing, biting and licking my neck and ear. I got goosebumps all 
over my body. My legs turned to rubber. With whatever strength I had left I said 

"I think you should leave". He pressed his cock against me again. I took his 
hand from my breasts and said "Please go". He released me and started walking 
towards the stairs. I took one last look inside the room. My drunk asshole of a 
husband was in the  same position we left him. 

When I got downstairs, Mike was taking his cellphone out, probably to call his 
girlfriend. My eyes were glued to the huge bulge in his pants. "I better call my 

girl so she'll come pick me up", he said. "She'll do anything you want, you know 

that, right?" I said, still looking at his cock. "Yeah, I know", he  said and 
started rubbing his cock. "Do you know why?", he said, and started undoing his 
pants. "Yeah...", I said, out of breath. "Do you know why I treat my girls the 
way I do?", he asked, "because they don't mean shit to me... I just fuck them 
for a while and then leave'em. I fuck them every time I want, and they love it. 
But none of them is good in bed. On the other hand, if what your husband 
says is true, you are great". He was standing in front of me with his pants 
undone, then he took out his cock. I almost fainted when I saw it. It had to be 
twelve inches  long, almost as thick as my arm. It was only half erect and it 
looked enormous. "A girl once measured it... thirteen inches. Want to touch 
it?". I nodded, and put my hand in it. I couldn't get it all the way around. My 
head was spinning, me legs were rubbery, my pussy was wet. I dropped to my 
knees, opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out and licked the head. It tasted like 
heaven. I licked  it again, then opened my mouth and started sucking on the 
head. It was huge. I started sucking harder and harder, trying to get as much of 

his dick into my mouth, but it was probably just three or four inches. I started 

playing with his huge balls and he started to get harder. I had to get some air 
or I was going to die sucking his dick. When I let go of his balls and dick I 
saw it for the first time in its full glory, pointing at me, gigantic. 

"Your hubby was right, you do know how to suck cock. But that's not what  I 
want", he said while helping me stand up. "I'm going to fuck you in the kitchen, 

'cause that's the only place you haven't fucked yet, right?", he asked as we 
started walking. He was right. My asshole husband must have told him he's fucked 

me everywhere in the house except for the kitchen. "He was going to do it 
tonight. Did you know that?". "No", I said as we got to the kitchen. He kissed 
me deep. His tongue exploring my mouth as his fingers did the same to my 
body. He pinched my nipples. I thought I was going to die. He started rubbing my 

pussy, feeling how hot and wet I was. "Baby, you're ready". With that, he turned 

me around on top of the stove, bent me over, pulled my dress up and took my 
panties off. He then opened my legs and started rubbing his giant cock head on 
my pussy lips. It felt wonderful. Then he pushed in, stretching my cunt. He put 
his cock head and said "Are you ready for the  fucking of your life?". "Come on 
already you asshole. What are you waiting for? Fuck me!", I told him. And he 
did. He started fucking me with deep hard strokes. The air escaped my lungs 
every time he went in. I couldn't talk. Only grunts and sighs came out of me. 
Then he slowed down and said "Now for the whole thing", and before I could say 
anything, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed all his cock into me. I've 
never felt so full. I've never felt so wonderful. I thought I was  going to be 
sore for weeks after that. 

He really picked up the pace and now I could feel his balls slapping my clit. 
Anyone sober in the house could have heard all the noise we were making, and he 
would have heard that someone was getting a real good savage fucking. I could 
feel a very intense orgasm building up. "Don't stop, you prick. Make me cum", I 
screamed. He didn't stop, and I came like never before. I didn't  know I could 
cum like that. I started thrashing and convulsing on the stove. My pussy was 
trying to milk that wonderful dick. He just kept fucking me. He grabbed my hair 
and said "You like that, don't you, bitch?". "Yes, I love it. Come on 
motherfucker, fuck me like the slut I am". "Your hubby told us you like to talk 
dirty, you fucking slut. Maybe he shouldn't have told us all your little 
secrets. That way I wouldn't know you love it up your dirty little ass", he 
said, slapping my ass cheeks. "What an asshole" I thought. I do love anal, and  
my hubby's good at it, but I needed to do something about this. I wanted him to 
fuck my ass hard. I turned around and said "That pussy has never really fucked 
my ass. 

He just tries to fuck my ass and cums in less than a minute", I lied. "Then you 
need a real man to fuck that ass and show you how good it feels", he said, and 
when he finished saying that, I started  cumming again. Just the thought of that 

monster cock inside my little ass was enough to send me through another huge 
orgasm. My body started convulsing again, and my pussy clenched on his dick. 
"Holy shit, baby, you're going to make me cum", he sounded surprised. He pulled 
my hair again and he doubled his efforts. He was pounding me without mercy. 
Slapping sounds, heavy breathing, grunts all over the place. Then I felt his hot 

cum fill my cunt. He just kept pounding me and spraying his cock juice inside me 

for what seemed like minutes. "Yeah baby, fill my fertile cunt with your baby 
juice. 

Knock me up", I  lied again. I'm on the  pill. 

He came inside me, fucked me to the two best orgasms of my life. I thought it 
was over. "I really wanted you to fuck my ass", I said as he slipped out of me. 
Huge globs of his cum ran down my leg. "You sound as if this was over. Get on 
your fucking knees and  clean me up, slut. I ain't through with you yet", he 
said 

pushing me down into the kitchen floor. I obeyed and started kissing, licking 
and sucking his sweat and cum, and my juices from his wonderful shaft while he 
undressed. To my surprise, he started getting hard again. Very, very hard. He 
pulled me up, ripped my dress off, pulled my bra off, lifted me up and took me 
to the dinning room table. He laid me on top of it and pulled my legs up. He 
started taking my heels off. He rested my bare foot on his chest while he took 
the other one off. When he finished, he took both my feet and started licking 
them sucking on my toes. It felt wonderful. I felt my whole body tingling every 
time he  sucked on my toes.  He put my legs on his shoulders and then started 
rubbing his dick on my slippery pussy. He shoved it in a couple of times to get 
it good and wet, then he put it in my asshole. "Ready?" he asked, not  really 
wanting an answer because as soon as he asked, he shoved it in me. The pain was 
intense. I thought he ripped my asshole. Tears started flowing. "Ah, come on 
bitch, you can take it!", he said and started laughing. He started to move 
slowly, and then put one of his hands on my pussy and started rubbing it. A 
minute of that torture and then the pain started to fade. And it started to feel 

great. He told me to grab my legs, and I did. That way he could get even deeper 
in my ass. His hands went to my pussy again. One was rubbing and pinching my 
clit, and with the other he stuck three finger up my pussy. He really knew what 
he was doing because I started cumming almost instantly. My orgasm hit me hard. 
I screamed things I really didn't understand. My pussy  and ass were on fire. 

There wasn't much I could do in that position, but my body responded to every 
thrust, fucking him back. When I regained  the ability to speak, I looked him in 

the eyes and said "Come on baby, fuck my tight ass. Fill my shit tube with your 
huge cock. Make me cum again with that big man pole". His hands moved away from 
my 

pussy. One went to my tits, the other one to my throat. He started squeezing 
with both of them.  He was very strong. The pain on my tits was intense, but it 
faded as soon as I realized I couldn't breathe. He just kept fucking my ass, 
looking me in the eyes. I was very scared. When I thought I was going to die, he 

squeezed a little harder, then let me go. As soon as I took a deep breath, he 
put his hand back on my throat and started squeezing again. His other hand went 
back to my clit. This time it wasn't as bad. Actually it started to feel good. 
Still couldn't breathe, and I thought I was going to die, but it  didn't matter 
as much. He let go for a second time, and as soon as he did, I started cumming 
again. This time was different. Every last ounce of strength I had was leaving 
me. It felt so good I started crying and laughing at the same time. My body went 

limp. I couldn't move. Mike picked me up and took me to my room. When I thought 
he was going to lay me beside my husband and leave, he put me on the bed and 
said "On your hands and knees slut. I got another serving of white juice for 
that tight cunt of yours". "Tight?" I thought. "Not anymore. Neither is my ass", 

and laughed a bit. "Grab your husband's hand while I do this" he said, helping 
me move. He shoved his dick inside me and started fucking me hard. The bed was 
moving so much I thought my husband was going to wake up. I kept looking at him 
while that wonderful cock fucked me. Two minutes of his pelvis pounding my ass 
and he was cumming inside me again. I squeezed my cunt muscles with every jet of 

cum. It was fucking amazing. I fell beside my  husband and looked at Mike. He 
said "You're not gonna clean yourself. Your gonna tell him everything that 
happened tonight, but you're gonna tell him it was him that fucked you. Every 
little detail you'll tell him. So when he comes bragging on Monday about how he 
fucked you, me and my buddies at the office will already know the story. That 
way we will know how full of shit your hubby here really is". He put his hand on 

my ass cheeks and said "So, how was it?". "I've had better", I lied, and gave 
him a wink and a smile. "Mike", I continued, "this won't happen again, you know? 

You are not going to fuck me ever again. You are not going to put that wonderful 

cock inside my mouth, pussy or ass, ever again. You and your buddies from work 
are never ever going to come here when my husband is out of town and gangbang 
me. You understand?", I lied again, for the last time that night. "Sure, 
whatever you say, you  fucking slut", he said, smiling. With that, he left.

The next morning the bed was a mess of sweat and cum. My legs were sticky, my 
pussy and ass were sore. My husband was not on the bed. I found him in the 
bathroom with one of the worst hangovers in the history of mankind. I said 
"Morning lover, you were great yesterday". He just looked at me with a blank 
stare, and I started lying again. I enjoyed telling him everything Mike did to 
me, of course, as Mike instructed, telling him it was he who did all those 
wonderful things. He was getting aroused, but he was so fucked up, he couldn't 
get hard. I loved the frustration on his face. I went downstairs to the kitchen, 

and in the stove were Mike fucked me first, there was his cellphone and a note: 
"Sorry I left my cellphone. Bring it to my apartment later today". "Who the fuck 

does he think he is?" I thought for a second. Then I started giggling at the 
thought of being fucked again by that wonderful huge cock. 


      
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