From sevenmoons@bounce.com Mon Feb 24 21:01:59 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Happy Birthday Honey! (M/M/F Wife, sloppy seconds)
From: sevenmoons@bounce.com (Trevan Locke)
Date: Tue, 25 Feb 1997 02:01:59 GMT

*Disclaimer*

If graphic sexual material offends you, don't scroll down. OK I know
we said we were only going to do one story (Knocking up Kathleen) but
the response was so positive that we will be doing a few more in the
coming weeks. And no, that story wasn't *entirely* true. We actually
only had one man assigned to the task and the part about Kathleen
crying was truer than we'd have liked. Ah, the joys of hindsight and
rose coloured glasses! 

So now we will be writing using genuine experience as a starting point
with just enough added visual spice and descriptive variation to make
it appealling to a broader audience. If you like it, post a follow up
to the group. Thanks.












Karen and I have been married for fifteen years. She's about 5'4", 140
lbs with a short bob of dark hair shot through with premature grey
streaks. Her eyes are green and she has a slight overbite emphasized
by a wide smile and fairly thin lips. Karen is plump but not fat. Her
hips are a little large but they compliment her walk beautifully and
her ass is in proportionate shape. She wears a pair of very elegant
wire rim glasses which make her look sort of like a cute, sexy,
bookish librarian.  

Karen works at an accounting firm as an office manager. In our years
of marriage we have never cheated on one another except for one or two
occasions. Karen had once confessed that she let one of her departing
co-workers feel her through her stockings in his office one day. She
was in her navy blue skirt with a crisp white blouse and a navy
blazer. She siezed the opportunity of having a man she'd always been
attracted to have his hands on her on his way out so as not to create
any complications. Eventually, Karen revealed more about her encounter
as I encouraged her to do to spice up our lovemaking. 

As he was packing up his things on his last day, she went up and
whispered in his ear "I want something before you go. I'll be in the
spare office at the end of the hall in fifteen minutes. Just
something light, through my clothes. I hope I'm not presuming
anything. I think you want it, yes?" 

The man had indeed wanted Karen and they met. Karen's heart was
thumping against her chest and her voice was thick and distant, she
recalled. She brought a chair close to the edge of a large oak desk
and climbed up to sit on it. She beckoned him to come and stand in
front of her, which he quickly did, fearing that she might lose her
nerve. Karen unbuttoned the front of her blazer and undid a few
buttons on her blouse. "Put your hands inside. Oh...oh....oh god
that's right! He cupped her breasts through her bra and pinched her
nipples through the material.

Aware of the short time they had to utilize she quickened the pace.
She bunched her skirt up around her waist so that her panties were
visible through the shear dark fabric of her stockings.
"Rub me. I'll return the favour, just get in there and rub!" The man
was eager and put his hand between my wifes legs in order to try and
bring her off right on the desk. Karen parted her legs
as he moved between them trying to work his fingers through the
material to find the cleft and, hopefully a place where Karen's
clitoris would be accessable to his probing. Eventually he found
my wifes little nub and after only a few minutes she was gasping and
trying to choke back her moans. She bucked a little and had, as she
put it, a perfunctory orgasm on his hand. 

He asked her if she would suck him but she declined. Instead she
reached for a kleenex and told him "I just want to hold it in my hand.
I'll make you come but I don't want a mess! Karen
reached into his fly. He was wearing Calvin Klien underwear (she'd
always told me how much she enjoyed looking at ads with well built men
in their Calvins, how she wished she could have
one for a night) and his sausage was tight against the cotton, trying
to unfurl. 

The heat coming from his crotch intoxicated her. Her breathing was
thick. "We don't have much time...oh...forget it the door's locked
anyway" Karen yanked his pants and underwear down. She quickly dropped
to her knees and put her face to his mid section. She'd never seen a
foreskin covering a mans head while he was hard before. She opened her
mouth and gently poked her tongue out to touch the tip of his foreskin
and began bobbing her head up and down while he clutched at her hair. 

Her skirt was still gathered up around her
waist and she dropped her hand to rub herself. She sucked on him for a
short while and got up, and began jerking him off. The feeling of the
extra skin slipping back and forth over the head got her very hot. She
looked down in fascination the whole time she was doing it. He flung
his head back, his hands at his side. With the kleenex held out
underneath his dripping head in her left hand she waited for him to
shoot. Then she had a change of mind. 

"Oh just fuck me. I'll bend over the desk. Be quick." Karen turned and
faced the desk, gripped the sides and bent over. He reached in and
yanked her hose down with her panties, put his hands
on either sides of her ample ass cheeks and put his tip to her
opening. Just then, someone came down the hall. They both froze.
Karen's heart was pounding. Her would-be stud said "Oh no..."
and ejaculated on her backside. She felt the splatter on her ass
cheeks and guessed that there were gobs on her skirt, blouse and hose.


They both quickly stood up, gathered themselves up
and left. Karen had to sit at her desk for the rest of the afternoon
while her co-worker's cream soaked her clothes. She had missed out on
having it directly injected and the feel of his cock in her. 

To release the frustration, she told me, she locked the door to her
office, pulled up her skirt, took a banana out of her lunch, put her
feet up on the desk with her legs parted and peeled the banana. This
time it would have to be circumcised! She pushed the fruit inside her
cunt and began fucking herself with it. Her left hand held her skirt
up and her right did the thrusting. She began to think of how the
uncut dong felt in her throat just a short while ago, about the taste
of his pre cum. She should have just continued sucking him. At least
if he came in her mouth, she wouldn't be faced with the surreptitious
task of cleaning her outfit before she came home! 

Anyway, Karen had the banana all the way inside her and she was
imagining that she was still bent over the desk and that her co-worker
had managed penetration and was fucking her. She dropped her
forefinger to her clit and rubbed it until she began to whimper a bit
and shudder with a sharp climax. After a few moments, she forced the
banana out with a contraction of her muscles and put the now
glistening fruit in her mouth. It was warm and slimy. She thought
again of sucking his cock.  

For some time Karen had dreaded her fortieth birthday. Her thirtieth
meant nothing to her so why should the approach of the next decade?
Karen began to lament her appearance, that she was losing her appeal,
that she was beginning to feel the effects of the passage of time. It
got to the point where she began to be routinely morose. I needed to
do something to inject some life into her.

It was time for her to clutch the sides of that desk and get her
backside the polishing she missed on that day ten years ago. On the
eve of her birthday, I told her that I had planned something
special. She had thought of taking the day off work, but I disuaded
her. In the morning I told her to wear virtually the same outfit she
had worn on that day at the office when she had the failed attempt to
rut with her departing coworker. She went to the closet and pulled out
her old navy blue skirt, blazer and a crisp white blouse. She dug
around for some dark grey hose and a pair of white cotton briefs. She
easily slipped on the hose and briefs but the skirt was a bit of
a squeeze and the front of her blazer needed leaving undone. "What do
you want me in this old thing for? Everybody at the office will assume
I didn't do the laundry!" After my assurance that she looked perfect
she headed out the door for work.

I had responded to an ad in the local weekly from a man offering
massage services to pay for college tuition. The guy turned out to be
22 and quite straight. I told him what I had in mind and that if he
proved to be attractive enough and clean, he could come away with five
hundred dollars for the act of fucking my wife. After some hesitation
he agreed to send me a photo and bio. When I received it I knew I had
Karen's birthday present figured out! 

Steven arrived at five, a half hour earlier than Karen's ETA. I told
him to have a seat and relax. After a few minutes I thought to inspect
his package before he gave it to my wife. I asked him
to take his clothes off and stand in front of me in just his Calvin
Klien's. He obliged me. Steven stood about 6 foot tall, well built
with short dark hair and blue eyes. He was very clean, with
little body hair. He stood facing me with his hands on his hips. "Do
you think she'll like it?" he asked. "I'm sure she'll enjoy it. But
I'd like to see your 'gift' before you put it in my wife" 

With that, Steven lowered his underwear to his knees and let his dong
hang down for me to look at. It was about seven inches long and his
foreskin sheathed his head completely with a little
extra skin at the tip. His sac hung down with his right testicle just
below the level of his left. He had just a bit of curly black hair
above the root of his cock. As I looked at him he began to harden a
little. "When you're inside a woman, can you feel the extra skin
moving back and forth? Does it feel good?" "Oh yes, but I often have
to slow down or I'll shoot too soon...it feels that good!" 

I stood up and walked up to him. "May I feel it seeing as it's going
to be put inside my wife?"  I reached out and took Stevens cock in my
hand. For the first time I felt the warm pulsing sensation of a man's
growing penis in my hand. He got harder and I gently
pushed his foreskin back and forth over the head. He sighed and let
his head fall back. "Karen will love this. She may want to suck it
before you screw her" "How tight is your wife? I'd hate
to get in her and unload before she's had her fill!" "Karen's pretty
snug, especially for something this size. I'll leave some baby oil
out." 

I went upstairs to the study and cleared off the dark oak work desk
and pushed it close to the wall. Steven probably wondered what the
sound of the furniture dragging across the wooden floor was all about.
I grabbed the chair and placed it in front of the desk. Then, I got a
warm damp cloth and a bottle of baby oil from the bathroom and laid it
in a bowl and put on the desk. The finishing touch? A condom, laid
right on the seat of the chair.

The condom would be Karen's choice. We had no particular desire for
children but decided that, at her age, it was probably not likely that
she would get pregnant. Besides, at that point it was
an extra thrill to think that she might get knocked up. I went back
downstairs to instruct Steven. He was to go upstairs and wait in the
study, wearing just his Calvin Kliens, for Karen. When
she went in he was to say hello and say "This time, no one will be
coming down the hall, and I wont come on your skirt." I told him in no
uncertain terms that he was to take her bent over
the desk with her clothes on and her skirt bunched up around her hips
and her panties and hose around her ankles. She'll know what to do
once she understands the reference. 

Karen arrived at 5:30 on the button, as usual. I hugged her and wished
her Happy birthday. "So where's my present, or are we going out!?"
"It's upstairs in the study" I replied. Karen began to undress.
"No! Leave it on." "Sure. What's up your sleeve?" she asked with a wry
smile. With that I told her to go upstairs and enjoy her present. "Are
you coming?" she asked. "No, I'll just listen to your sounds of glee
when  you finally 'take delivery'. But understand one thing: I do want
you to have it" With that, Karen shrugged and began the ascent of the
stairs. I watched her bottom, her calves, and her hips move up the
stairs, her hand on the rail. I'd hoped she wouldn't be shocked.

I heard her footsteps on the floor above and the sound of muffled
voices. Then nothing. About five minutes later, I heard Karen walk
over to the door of the study and close it. A few more
minutes passed. My heart was pounding, my breath thick. I was getting
hard. After about ten minutes I imagined that they had progressed
somewhat and that Karen was likely being felt up
and would soon be on her knees. 

Nearly twenty minutes had passed and there was not a single sound to
suggest that any rutting had commenced. I knew I'd be able to hear the
footsteps to the desk and then the sound of the desk scraping the
floor as they went at it. Then, the sound of the chair being moved
broke the silence. Another few minutes passed. Then...the tell tale
sign: The desk began gently hitting the wall with a familiar rhythm. 

After about 20 minutes of my wife's exquisite moaning mingled with the
sounds of the desk creaking and hitting the wall, I decided I must see
this. I climbed the stairs and as I went, I could hear sounds that I'd
only ever heard when Karen and I were making love. I could hear my
heart pounding in my ears as I approached the door. Butterflies began
churning in my stomach.

"OHHHH...aaah...god I've waited so..uh..uh.. long for this. Oh Oh
Oh...YES!" I could hear her say in between getting the wind knocked
out of her. I quitely turned the door knob and pushed the door open
just enough to glance through. What a sight. With the early evening
sun pouring in through the window I could see my smartly dressed
little wife bent over the desk. Her hands clutched at the sides, her
knuckles white with the grip. I had a rear view of Steven's glistening
back and buttocks. His Calvin Kliens were around his ankles right next
to Karens hose and panties. I was just in time to see Karen bending
over the desk. He must have been screwing her while she sat on the
desk to start with and was now about to take her doggy style. 

Steven took his place behind her and grabbed the hem of her skirt and
began tugging it up. I could just catch a glimpse of her ass and
crotch as he pushed her skirt up over her hips. Then the
view of Karen's backside was replaced by that of Steven's as he
prepared for mounting my wife.

Karen's left hand dropped between her legs while her right hand
propped her up on the desk. She was guiding his cock to her opening
and shifting her hips a bit for the best angle of
penetration. Then, as Steven was ready for his first thrust, Karen's
left hand came up to grip the side of the desk. She turned to face the
wall and enjoy her private birthday stud service.
Steven's ass cheeks tightened and pushed forward into her. Karen let
out a deep sigh. I was watching a young man fuck my wife. Funny how
sex was being used as a gift in celebration of her birth. 

I watched in awe as his ass clenched with each thrust into Karen's
backside, met with a quiver that rippled across her milky ass cheeks,
her skirt pulled up just enough for him to do the deed.
I could hear the squelching sound of their interlocked sex organs
Steven quitely going "Mmmmmm... Mmmmm...this is so nice. I'd love to
service you anytime you'd like" To which, between grunts, Karen
replied "...uhhh...uhhh....uhhhh...Mmmm keep going.
Maybe...uhhh...uhhh....oh GOD FUCK ME AAAhhh you can meet
me...uhhh...at my office...and be my stud service...YESS!" 

Karen was almost hissing through her teeth as she spoke. "You find
me..uhhh..sexy...dont you. And you like fucking
someone's...oohhhh...uh.... homely little wife, don't you?" "I
think...mmmm....you're as sexy as it gets, Karen....mmmm....it's a
pleasure. I'm going to come soon....uhhh... ready?" Karen replied: "I
want a rough ride! Fuck me like a dog!"

The desk began bashing against the wall quite furiously as Steven
began humping her in earnest. Karen's feet came off the ground and
Steven's ass cheeks were really pushing in and tightening
with his jabs. Steven had to keep pushing her skirt up. Karen was
being shoved right up onto the desk top with his thrusts. "OOOHHH
GOD...here I COME, HONEY...Ohhh AAAAAHHHH!!!!" Karen buckled. Steve,
on a hard in-stroke into my wife, ejaculated and let out a "AAAAHHHH!"
and made a few more thrusts just to get it all out and into her. She
called him "Honey" as she came. That was previously reserved for me.

I looked to the floor and caught a glimpse of the plastic of the
condom packet. It was unopened. I quietly crept downstairs and waited
in the living room. about ten minutes later, Steven came down, his
hair slightly damp and smelling of my wife's perfume and, more
telling, of her body, looked at me and said "I can't charge you for
that I should be paying you for the privilege of servicing your wife!"
He put the five hundred dollars on the desk and left. As I later found
out, he'd planned on taking payment "in kind" on the installment
plan...from Karen.

Then a few minutes later, Karen crept in, her hair wet around the
edges of her face her cheeks glowing red and her blouse gaping open,
her bra off. Her skirt was severely wrinkled and her hose were gone.
"Thank you!" Karen came up to me, her heart still pumping and said
"How'd you like 'sloppy seconds' with your 'unfaithfull' wife?"

With that, Karen unbuckled me pulled my pants off and pushed me down
onto a chair. She hiked her skirt and began to straddle me. I could
smell her fuck and as she positioned herself over me, I felt a drop of
warm liquid on my leg. Karen dropped down onto me and I felt what she
meant by sloppy seconds. Her womb was a gooey mess."Sorry I took so
long. I blew him for a while and he came. It went right down the back
of my throat. We had to wait awhile so he could get hard enough to do
me. I'd like him to come down to the office one day and fuck me in the
supply room." I thought of Steven regularly fucking Karen in secret at
work and told her: "As long as you tell me every detail, you can
accept his stud services anytime" As she began to ride me like a plump
corporate female jockey, she said, with her glasses slipping down on
her nose and her greying hair matted to her forehead "It'll be
interesting to see which one of you will be the father" She knew. On
this evening, on her fortieth birthday, she really had some life
injected into her. As soon as she said that, I thought of the feeling
of her loosened, slick vagina enveloping my cock and unleashed a
tremendous, pulsing flow of semen into her to join with Steven's.  

The following week, Karen came home to tell me that Steven had come by
the office. She took him into the supply room at lunch and let him do
her doggy style. Strangely enough, he was so nervous he ejaculated
prematurely and messed up Karen's skirt. Deja vu!