MY WIFE AS A WHORE PART I Allow me to tell you a story about something that happened to me not long ago. I was on my lunch break from work and I told my boss I would be coming back late as I had some things to take care of. As I was driving, I remembered an adult bookstore I had been meaning to check out was near where I was going, so I swung by and went in. Adult sex shops and porn are a secret vice of mine; I was sure my wife would disapprove, and I have never really breached the issue with any of my friends -- I've always considered it sort of a personal thing. Anyway, I like to get my porn fix a couple of times a week and this place seemed like it would do the trick. Adult World had the full range from the mainstream monthlys to the more hard-core slicks and a sign by the stairs promised video booths and live dancers upstairs. I breezed passed the display cased full of rubber cocks and other devices and zeroed in on a hard-core mag that specialized on pussy lips -- great big swolen pussy lips that hung down, glistening with juice. Page after page of pictures of women standing with thier legs spread or squatting and their glorious lips dangling down, waiting to be stuffed full of hard cock. Speaking of hard cocks, I was getting a pretty good stiffie. I switched to a mag that showed cock-in-pussy shots exclusively, then a monthly about chicks with shaved cunts. My cock was getting so hard, I had to beat off, so I went for the stairs to explore the rest of Adult World. The top of the stairs was dark, but my eyes soon adjusted to reveal a couple of corridors going off in different directions, lined with doors with 'videos - .25 cents' and a light above each that shone either 'occupied' or 'vacant'. I could see a light at the end of one of the hall ways and I found the dancers there, on couches behind a glass wall, in the room I assumed was where they waited for their time to dance again. They were scantily clad in order to show off their assets; one girl, a blond wearing a red teddie, winked at me as I walked by. I smiled back, feeling a little embarassed. Next to the girls were more doors marked 'nude dancers 50 cents' and under that the doors read either 'one-way glass' or 'two-way glass' -- I'm not the show-off type, so I went into one of the one-way boths. I noticed several of the booths were occupied. As soon as I put my two quarters in the slot and the partition slid up I saw the dancer with her back turned to me at the other end of a raised corridor, on the other side of the row of windows. There was a slot in my window which I wisely assumed was for tips. I folded a fiver, slipped it through the slot and waited for the dancer to make her way back down to my end. I couldn't see her very well, but I was beginning to form the opinion that she was at the middle of her routine. She was only wearing thin panties that barely covered her full ass and although she had her back to me, I could see the round swell of her breasts on either side of her supple back as she undulated to the thumping music. I already had my fly open and dick in hand when she turned around. I couldn't believe my eyes. The dancer was my wife, Kerry. I was too stunned to do anything but stare as she went from window to window collecting tips and showing off her tits. As she took my five dollars, I had the strangest feeling as she swayed to the music. Those breasts I was so familiar with looked somehow different, more exciting. I remembered I still had my cock in my hand and began to stroke it again as if I were in a dream. It seemed so strange to me to see Kerry here, showing herself off like this; I remembered her clearly, complaing about the sag in her breasts from feeding our two kids, though it never bothered me (as I emphatically told her). Her breasts were full and inviting with downward pointing nipples circled by large, pink, goose pimple covered areolas. Now she was gyrating around in front of a bunch of degenerate men who were all probably masturbating, and she was loving it. She was peeling her panties now, slowly down her ass and legs, in a sexy crouch, first coyly hiding her vagina from view, then turning her ass to the windows and straightening her legs, showing off her pussy from behind, her puckered labia was nestled in the groove running down the middle of her mound, then she rose, flung her hair across her face and began strutting back and forth, giving the best cunt shots to the best tippers. She got on her hands and knees in front of my window and pressed her upturned ass againsed the glass. Her pussy was inches from my face as she slipped a finger along her crack, sensuously parting her labia, then slipping it into her wet cunt. I could tell from long experience she was very excited and my cock seemed to grow as hard as granite when I thought about what a slut she was being. Kerry then got up and did the same trick on another window, leaving mine cloudy with sweat from her ass. I watched her as she sensuously slid her finger in and out of her cunt for the stranger behind the glass; her eyes were closed tightly and her tongue was moving slowly back and forth across her upper lip. I was about to shoot cum alover the booth when the music ended and she slipped quickly out a door. I was dumb-founded. I was as horny as hell and I couldn't seem to put my thoughts together. I left the booth and then remembered I would have to pass the window as I left, so I stopped to consider. I decided to try to peek in from the side to see if she was in there. She was in the room, but not on one of the couches. she was wearing a silky robe that was falling open, exposing a round, pink nipple and she was talking through a hole in the glass to one of the customers. She then strutted sexily over to a door next to the window, let him in and led him by the hand through another door in the back of the couch- room. I was getting real curious about what was going on and all sorts of jealous and horny thoughts were going through my head when I noticed a sign on the glass that read, 'private one-on-one dances -- $25'. It was driving me crazy so I decided to be a little risky and aproach the window. I motioned for the cute blond to come over to the hole in the glass. She asked if I wanted a private dance and I nodded so she led me through the door into the couch room and through the door beyond into a short corridor lined with doors. Music thumped dully from behind one of the doors and I imagined Kerry showing herself off at close range to complete stranger. It made my cock stand up rigidly in my pants. I followed the blond into the room next to Kerry's and handed her the money which she took without saying a word. The dimly lit room was furnished with only a small couch with a sheet draped over it and a folding chair and a bar with hangars behind the door. The blond woman told me her name was Starr and that I should get undressed and prepare myself on the couch. I started to explain that I was only trying to find out why my wife was working as a stripper but she silenced my by laying a finger to my lips. She told me not to be embarassed and that I would enjoy the dance more if I were naked. I wasted no time in tossing my clothes in the corner and positioning myself on the couch. She went on further to tell me that touching was not allowed, I was to leave my arms at my sides. She said she would dance for a few minutes and if I liked what I saw, I could tip her another $15 and she would strip off more, and though it was against state law to get completely nude in a 'couch dance', she was sure I would like what I saw. I was feeling conspicuous with my big red boner standing up over my stomach when it occurred to me that the stranger with my wife was in a similar state on the couch next door. That really sent my blood boiling. Starr swung a leg over and sat on my lap, facing me, the underside of my cock brushed ever-so-lightly against her lace-clad mound. She smelled like baby powder She was about to reach over and press the play button on her portable radio when I stopped her. I really hated breaking up such an erotic scene but I had to ask her about my wife. She seemed startled when I related my tale. It seems Kerry had been dancing for about two months and was known as 'Fire' to the clientelle. Starr seemed really amused that I didn't know my wife was a dancer and suggested from my erection, which hadn't faded a bit, that I didn't mind so much either. I admitted the idea of her showing herself off to another man like that really turned me on. Starr smiled at that and motioned for me to come over to the corner. There was a crack in the wall where you could see into the other room. Starr pushed on the flimsy wall to widen the crack and the whole room beyond came into view. I watched, transfixed, as my wife stood over a man who was sitting back slowly jerking his foreskin over the fat head of his enormous erection, as she rotated her hips in front of his face to the music and as she rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her panties. The man's thick penis must have been at least ten inches long, thick veins crisscrossing beneath the smooth skin, tapering like a torpedo toward the end; clear fluid was flowing out of the swollen head. Starr turned out the lights and returned to watch through the crack with me. When there was a pause in the music, the man reached over to his pants, crumpleded up on the floor, and pulled out a $50. He handed it to my wife who said something I couldn't hear and tried to hand it back to him. He refused to take the money back so Kerry shrugged and put the money with her discarded robe. When the music started again and Kerry resumed her grind, she seemed have even more gusto. I could tell she was really excited -- her nipples jutted out from her breasts through the thin material of her bra. She was really putting on a show; she would strut around the little room juggling her tits and ass to the music, then she would jauntily approach the man and act as if to mount his enormous cock or she would bury her face in his croch with her hair splayed out, concealing her face and his cock as she slowly and sensuously drew her hair over his veiny shaft. On one of these occations, her hair fell aside and I saw her lightly brushing her thick lips on the man's swolen cock. His dick was a lot larger in length and thickness than mine and I wondered If my wife wanted it inside of her; if she wanted to mount him and drive the massive thing deep into her wet cunt. She had a sleepy, lustful look on her face that I recognized and her cheeks and chest were flushed. Kerry was touching herself whenever she could manage. whenever she would stand over him, she would slide her hand down the front of her panties and slide her fingers in and out fo her hole sensuously, or if she was kneeling between his legs with her large, soft breasts hanging down, I could see that she was rubbing her pussy urgently. Now, it was my understanding that it was only legal as long as the dancer didn't completely expose her tits or pussy. Though I had seen her push her panties low onher hips, exposing the top of her wiry bush, so that the top of her crack was just below her waist-band, she stopped just short of pulling them all the way down , and though I watched as she coyly moved her bra to one side or another, exposing her goose-pimply areola, I hadn't seen her actually give the man an unobstructed view of her beautiful nipples. She was artfully manuvering her panties and bra in any way she could without actually taking them off. She would brush her nipples lightly through the material across his trembling lips so they were hardly touching, or she would position her cunt over his fat, veiny cock, playing with her panties as though she were about to pull them aside in anticipation of sliding down on it and filling her aching vagina with his over-sized shaft, or she would pull her panties tight over her pussy until the outline of her labia was clearly visible through the material, then brush her vibratingly erect clit against his lips while he closed his eyes and inhaled her musky cunt scent. At one point, she was teasing him by putting on a show of reaching into her bra and rubbing her rubbery nipples to erection as she crouched in front of his big stiff shaft. She got the idea to let her erect nipple, that must have been jutting out at least an inch, pop out of the top of her lacy bra. She rubbed her rigid nipple slowly and lightly, from the tip if his purple cock head, down the soft, sensitive skin on the underside of his cock, to the base of his trembling balls. All the while she was dragging her fingers through the slick and puffy folds of her labia. She was smiling slyly at him and seemed to enjoy being in control. She managed to get a big, clear drop of pre cum on her nipple and she rubbed it sensuously into her areola with trembling fingertips. The bodily contact and the excitement and danger of breaking the taboo must have made her go further, Kerry pulled her bra down, completely exposing her full breasts to the stranger. Her nipples were rigid with excitement. She then dangled her breasts to either side of his cock, hovered over him, and gently rubbed her chest against the underside of his cock, smearing her breast-bone with pre cum as her soft breasts rubbed sexily on his hips and abdomin. The stranger groaned and thrust his hips upward. Starr startled me by whispering sexily in my ear, "Do you like that? Watching that man tit-fuck your wife?" I was startled by her voice at first; I had forgotten about Starr. Her words made me suddenly acutely aware that the strange man in the next room was sliding his big dick between MY wife's breasts. I nodded, not able to tear my eyes from the lusty scene, then I felt Starr's cool fingers wrap around my penis and begin to slowly jerk me off. I kept watching; I liked what she was doing. Meanwhile, things had heated up even more in the other room. Kerry was using both hands to wrap her breasts, which were wet with lubrication, around the stranger's big erection. she was slowly sliding her tits up and down his shaft as he thrust his hips and arched his back. Her hands gripped her breasts tightly around his cock which was becomming redder and redder as his slippery foreskin was pushed over the swollen head of his erection with each upward thrust. I could tell he was getting ready to spurt cum all over her chest, and I think she sensed it too, because suddenly, she rose and straddled his knees. Kerry pulled her panties aside, exposing her beautiful cunt to the man for the first time. Her labia was shiny with excitement and it protruded prominently from her crack, red and puffy. She began to slide her wet cunt up and down the underside of his cock shaft. Her swolen labia parted over the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock and she began to rotate her hips foreward and backward, painting his cock with a slick coating of lubrication I could tell she was beginning to cum; She was motionless except for her hips, her eyes were scrunched shut and her teeth were clamped tightly over her soft lower lip. Her movements became jerky and she was sliding faster and faster. By now the tape had run out and the only sounds to be heard in the room were soft grunts and heavy breathing. Kerry broke the silence. "I want it in me." she said to the man in a husky, urgent voice. I was shocked. It suddenly sunk in that she was about to fuck another man in a sleazy strip joint and that she had taken money for it. She was performing an act of prostitution and from the looks of it she had never been so turned on. She rose up and lowered her chin to her chest to observe the penetration and he clumsily and hurriedly positioned his thick slimy cock at the entrance of her hot cunt. she gritted her teeth and pushed her pussy down over the smooth, rounded head of his cock. Her labia, shiny and slick, parted to accomodate the enormous head. She shuddered with orgasm as his erection slowly filled her. She was deleriously rotating her hips from side to side and groaning out loud untill she fially bottomed out. Her cunt lips were streched shiny and red around the base and my wife seemed oblivious to anything else as she slowly began to raise and lower herself on his shaft, shuddering with ecstasy as the veiny ridges of his cock rubbed deliciously on the velvety interior of her cunt. She turned her face to face his and for the first time she kissed him. It was a whorish, lusty, passionate kiss. She opened her mouth wide over his and coiled her tongue around the interior if his mouth. He stabbed his own thick tongue into her mouth and she responded by closing her lips around it and sucking on like it was a little penis, lewdly and greedily, all the while never allowing her labia to stop sliding up and down the stranger's thick cock. They were fucking fast now, his hips met her thrusts half way and their bodies slapped together loudly each time they met. Their bodies were becoming covered with sweat and their genital areas were slick with lubrication. Her ass slipped against his hips each time she slid her cunt down over his thick penis and ground her clit against his pubic bone in a frenzied circular motion. I heard him saying something over and over as he panted with exertion into her open mouth, and as their wild fucking grew more frenzied, he raized his voice untill I could hear him grunt, "FUCK ME, WHORE." with each thrust. she went wild, slamming her cunt down on his cock in a frenzied gyrating squat, grunting ferally between her chenched teeth as his slimy penis whisked in and out of my wife's hole like a fat pink eel untill his cock completely filled her cunt with frothy cum her as she bucked her way through what must have been an incredible multiple orgasm. when this happened, I felt Starr slide down to her knees and take my cock in her mouth. That was all I needed to join the two adulterers in the next room in a mind-numbing orgasm. Starr quietly swallowed all of the semen I shot down her throat. I watched Kerry, in the next room, quickly throw on a robe, grab her things and slip out of the room. _______________________________________________ MY WIFE AS A WHORE PART II Needless to say, I was stunned. I couldn't believe I had watched my wife fuck a complete stranger and that I'd been so turned on by it. I sat down heavily on the couch to collect my thoughts. My new-found stripper friend, Starr sat beside me and put her arm around me. She told me she was sure it was the first time anything like that had happened with Kerry before; In fact, it was the first time Starr had seen or heard of any of the girls having sex with a customer. I gave her a wry grin and she laughed and said I didn't count. Starr let me use a phone to call my work to get the rest of the day off and showed me the fire exit so I could sneak out unseen. The fire exit led out to a terrace that went across the back of the second story and then down some stairs. While I was crossing the back of the building, I noticed all the windows I passed were covered on the inside with black paint, but one of them was opened about four inches and I could hear my wife's unmistakeable voice as I passed. I couldn't resist eaves- dropping. I lowered myself so the opening was at eye level and peered in. I was looking down on a crampt office that was walled with dark, cheap panneling. There was a cluttered desk with several overflowing ashtrays and a large, battered nagahyde couch was slung against the long wall. The walls were hung with velvet paintings of inexpertly rendered nude women. There was a middle aged, red complexioned, balding man with glasses and a thin, waxed mustache trimmed closely over his slender upper lip behind a desk who was sucking on a cigarette and he was motioning for Kerry to sit on the couch. She sat and crossed her legs. The man was talking to my wife about the tips she'd earned and that it was a shame she had to give up half. Kerry laughed nervously and said she didn't mind. The man told her it was her loss, but if she changed her mind, the offer was still open. All she would have to do, he explained, was let his friend take a few poloroids of her and she would get to keep all her tips for the day. As he was saying this, he spread a pile of money out on his desk. It appeared to be a sizeable sum. Kerry paused and the man saw his opportunity. He splashed some burbon in a couple of tumblers and handed her one. She took a gulp and asked the balding man who the friend was. My wife's boss smiled suddenly and sat on the couch next to her, circling her shoulders with his arm. He explained to her that his friend was a harmless collector of nude photographs and that he preferred amatuer shots to professional. He told her the man would just come in, ask her to pose, take the shots and leave. Her boss smiled warmly through nicotine stained teeth and told her to relax, that he would be there the whole time. Without pausing for an answer, My wife's boss walked to the door, opened it and summoned someone from the other side to come in. The man who came into the room was about the same age as Kerry's boss but blond, and less bald. He was built stockier and he was wearing a yellow polo shirt. Kerry's boss suggested the blond man have a seat on the couch so they could all have a drink before they started. He sat on the couch so my wife was in the middle and handed the other two tumblers full of what appeared to be pure burbon. I was somewhat dismayed to see Kerry gulp hers quickly. I assumed she was trying to build courage for the task ahead. The two men chatted for a while as Kerry sat between them an smiled at their comments. the blond man asked my wife if she was nervous and she admitted she was, a little; but she appeared relaxed to me. Soon all three were talking and laughing about someone I didn't know but who, apparently, they did. Kerry was acting as though she were on our couch at home, talking as she would to me or a friend. I noticed she had allowed her robe to fall open and I could see she was wearing a g - string made out of some white shimmery material and a white lace bra that pushed her breasts up and together. She didn't seem to notice but the two men did. They were staring openly at her tits as they talked, but her only response was to lean back on the plastic couch and let the robe fall open further and away from her breasts. Her nipples were dark circles beneath the white lace and they strained against the material. Kerry's boss got up off the couch, went to his desk and removed a polaroid camera from a drawer and handed it to the blond man. Her boss commanded her to take off her robe. she looked nervous and awkward as she stood and let the robe fall off her shoulders. The blond man, still seated on the couch, began to take pictures which he laid on the arm of the couch as the camera ejaculated them. The boss told my wife to do her strip routine, only shorter, and admonished her for being so shy. Kerry seemed to relax more as she began to strut back and forth in front of the couch, turning her body to show off to the camera. The blond man mumbled encouragements as picture after picture spilled out of the camera, and her boss leaned back in his desk chair and rubbed his penis through his slacks. Kerry unhooked her bra and let the straps fall off her shoulders. Pouting sexily, she cupped her hands over her big tits and slowly slid the cups of her bra outward until the edges of her areolas were just visible to the two men. She let a nipple pop into sight and coyly tested it's erectness with a finger. The areola was raised from her milky breast in a mass of excited bumps that surrounded her jutting brown nipple. My wife took the rest of her bra off and she was strutting sexily with her g- string pushed low on her hips and the top of her closely trimmed bush peeking over the front panel when her boss told her to try a few shots lying on the couch. Kerry layed on the far end of the couch and posed sexily. She pushed her tits together and arched her back. she writhed around and finally slid her panties up to her knees as she brought her thighs up to her chest, exposing her pussy completely. My wife probed her puffy cunt and rubbed her fingers through the glistening folds as the stranger peered closely through the camera lens. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely as the blond man took close ups of her erect clit and puckered asshole. He was mumbling hoarse instructions so her and guiding her with his hands to help her position herself. I noticed he was letting his hands linger on her ass or thighs a little longer each time he touched her. He took some shots of her on her hands and knees with her generous ass tilted upward and her puffy labia protruding backward. Still seated at the end of the couch, he placed his hand at the small of her back to position her and cupped his hand around the warm smooth skin of her her ass cheek with the other hand to show how he wanted her hips tilted. She didn't seem to mind the contact, she just smiled back at him sexily and wiggled her rump. I could see that he was becoming extremely erect; his pants were sticking out like a tent. I watched, as he removed his hand, he allowed it to brush gently and lingeringly against my wife's slick , protruding, cunt lips leaving a glistening streak of wetness on his hand. She just groaned sensuously and shivered. The blond man then turned her over on her back and, placing a hand at the inside of each knee, pushed her legs open wide. He kneeled over her and pushed her legs open as far as they would go, until her mons was higher than her knees and her clitoris and cunt lips protruded toward him, glistening with syrupy juice; she seemed very vulnerable. She played with her tits, pinching her brown nipples and pushing them together sexily, while the man snapped pictures of her. His erection was clearly visible in his pants and she was staring down between her tits at it as if considering. Meanwhile, Kerry's boss was intently watching the proceedings. He announced that he hoped nobody minded if he beat off, and without waiting for an answer, he unzipped his fly and began to stroke his boner. The blond man and my wife didn't seem to hear him. I couldn't help myself either and unbuttoned the top of my jeans in order to fit a hand in to stroke my trembling cock. The man said something to Kerry I couldn't hear. She began to slowly frig herself by drawing a finger through the moist folds of her cunt from the top to the bottom. She rolled her clit like a little red jelly- bean and moaned audibly. "Make yourself cum," said the blond man. Kerry redoubled her efforts. She slipped a finger into her soupy cunt and fucked herself quickly. She rubbed the skin over her clit with a single minded determination and quickly and deliberately made herself cum. She arched her back as she came and rubbed her clit violently, holding her breath behind clenched teeth untill her release came, then she sagged back on the couch, breathing heavily. Meanwhile the blond man had taken his cock out and he was kneeling over her with it in his hand. As her breathing subsided, she reguarded him silently. He reached out and stroked her thigh with his fingertips. He said something else I couldn't hear. She shook her head no. The man beagan to plead with her in hushed tones. Kerry shook her head again and heaved herself up off the couch and picked her robe up off the floor. "More pictures, then?" the man pleaded, and my wife paused again. The blond man fumbled in the back pocket of his slacks for a moment and produced a wad of bills out of his wallet. He handed it to my wife and she crammed it into the pocket of her robe and smiled warmly. Kerry leaned back against the desk, let the robe part to frame her nude body sexily. Her brown nipples poked out, stiff and erect, from her heavy breasts, and glistening wetness shone from behind the tangle of her closely trimed bush. "What kind of pictures do you want to take?" She whispered. He said something else I couldn't hear and my wife smiled. she swayed up to the man and, pushing his pants the rest of the way down, slowly lowered herself untill his stiff cock was pointing straight at her slightly open mouth. The man pointed the camera down and snapped a shot. Kerry slowly covered the end of his cock with her soft, wet mouth as he took pictures. Her boss was craning his neck to see and pounding his fist up and down his penis. The blond man seemed to suddenly notice My wife's boss. he said something to Kerry. She rose and walked over to her boss and bent at the hips and slid her mouth over his cock. The blond man took pictures. Still posing for the camera, she arched her back so puffy lips of her red, slick, cunt was visible from behind. The blond man reached over and slid his finger along her slit, parting her swolen labia, all the while holding the camera up to his eye and snapping pictures with the other hand. Kerry groaned and began sucking her bosse's prick more earnestly. The blond man took this as a 'go' and pushed his cock up to the entrance of her cunt. She seemed to pause for a second, then pushed her ass back against the man's hips. Soon, my wife was developing a rythm, slurping at her sleazy bosse's cock and pushing his friends cock into her wet cunt. "I knew you'd come around," Chuckled Kerry's boss. "Girls like you always put up a front, like your'e too good for this part of the job, but sooner or later, here you are, sucking my stick like the rest. My wife grunted a response and worked her slippery lips around his glans, corkscrew-like. "I can tell you like this," Continued the man. "It turns you on to be a whore like this, to fuck and suck while some bastard takes pictures." The blond man had momentarily forgotten about snapping photos, however, and was slamming his cock into Kerry's slick cunt as quickly and as hard as he could. After just a few more thrusts, he grunted and spurted his hot semen into her cunt. He let his cock slide from her pussy and wiped the cum from it by dragging it across her ass. Zipping up and scooping up the photos from the couch, he mumbled something and quickly exited. Kerry, meanwhile, had stopped sucking her bosses cock and stood bent over his lap, with a look on her face as though she suddenly realized what she was doing. She stood up and began to reach for her robe when her boss grabbed her wrist. "Hey, honey, where do you think your'e going?" He said, smiling. "Youv'e got a job to finish here." He pointed elaborately at his still erect cock. Kerry stared dumbly at his slobbery penis until the man lurched from his chair and pushed my wife's chest against his desk in a swift motion. Her breasts were mashed into the pile of papers and cigarette butts. "Guess you want me to drive for a while," Chucked her boss. "I've been meaning to get my cock in your cunt, anyways" Kerry's boss quickly slid his dick into her pussy and began to hump against her round ass. She seemed dazed, as though she couldn't believe what was happening. The man's as cheeks flexed as her drove his cock into Kerry and she submissively whimpered into the pile of papers. "I've got a few other friends I want you to meet, Kerry." Breathed man as he pumped. "You do a real good job of acting like you've never done this kind of thing before. That turns men on. You've gotta remember not to give it up too easily, but to be real sexy and slutty at the same time." Soon Kerry's boss was depositing his sticky load in her cunt as well and he pulled his slimy penis out and presented it to her as she turned around. "Time to clean me off, baby." He stated matter of factly. My wife didn't even pause. She dropped to her knees and began to use her big tongue to lick the semen from her bosse's limp cock until it was clean. He pulled up his pants and waited for her to slip on her robe. "Well, we'll see you tomorrow, Kerry. I'm glad we had this opportunity to further our business relationship." He smiled warmly and led her out his office door. ________________________________________________________ Part III Kerry acted completely normal when I got home from work, as if she'd spent the day doing normal activities. I noticed details that had excaped my attention earlier, though. She had been taking more care of her appearance lately. She was spending more time at the gym and her nails were carefully painted and manicured where she had never bothered before. I didn't let on that I knew anything but I couldn't help but be more horny than usual -- there was something intangeable about her that attracted me to her more than I had before. A few weeks passed since I had been to Show World and I hadn't been back for fear of being caught, but I was beginning to think a visit to the back terrace was in order to re-satisfy my curiosity. That night the Kerry got a phone call at around ten o'clock (Kerry had been getting a lot of phone calls at all hours lately -- she told me they were friends from her aerobics class, but they always hung up when I answered the phone and when she took the call, she went into the other room and spoke in hushed tones). Kerry informed, after she had hung up, that it had been her friend, Rachel, and that Rachel had borrowed some money from her at her aerobics class that day and Rachel planned to swing by in a few minutes to repay the loan. A short while later, a car horn sounded outside the apartment building and without hesitating, Kerry darted out the door. I thought it was odd that my wife had worn a black miniskirt and a skin-tight cropped top since we weren't going out, so the situation made me want to do some investigating. Out my front window, I saw a black sports car park further down the block. Kerry was skittering after it and a shadowy figure leaned over to the passenger side and shove the door open. My wife slid in and the door closed behind her. After that I waited. Nothing happened and it was too far away and too dark to see. I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on at this point, so I put on a dark coat and slipped down the back steps of our apartment building and across the back yard of the next door neighbor. I crept between some houses in the dark and emerged next to the car in a thicket of bushes. I still couldn't see what was going on, so I crawled right up to the car and peeked in the passenger window. Some man who I'd never seen before was reclined in the driver seat with his pants open and his large, glistening boner standing straight up in the air. Kerry had her mouth poised over it and as I watched, she lowered her mouth over it's expanse, using her wet tongue to guide it. She slurped it into her mouth and her cheeks flexed inward as she sucked on his cock. She twisted her mouth on his rod like a pro, jacking his shaft with her hand. His cock was big and fat and it was very erect. The blue veins were bulging on the underside and it was shiny with my wife's spit. As her head bobbed over his croch, he let his hand wander down to pull her skirt up over her ass. She wasn't wearing panties and he lazily stroked her ass crack as she sucked his dong. She seemed to be really enjoying herself as she tried to make him cum; Her warm, wet tongue curled itself around his veiny shaft in an exploring way. She was taking her time, tasting, as though she were enjoying an ice cream cone, lapping up the clear, salty liquid that seeped out. The window was partially open and I crouched close enough to the car that I could hear every groan and every sharp intake of breath. The man had found her hole and he was rubbing his fingers against it with a circular motion and once there was enough lubrication on them, he began to try to insert first one, then two and slowly drew them in and out. She purred sexily and pushed back at his probing hand, then resumed sucking his cock. She was increasing her tempo now, thrusting her fist up and down his shiny penis as she licked the head from all sides, as though in a frenzy, as though she couldn't lick it enough. She began to moan excitedly, pantingly, when she would catch a quick breath, breathing hotly on his cock. His fingers were coated with her cunt juice now, he rubbed his whole hand along her crack as she wiggled her ass "Do you suck your husband like this?" The man asked suddenly breaking the quiet and startling me. Kerry panted her answer in an excited whisper aroud his cock. "No...no." She said. "I bet he would like it," The man continued confidently. He had a Latin accent. "You suck cock like a real pro. You gonna make me shoot cum in your mouth, baby. You like that don't you? You like to swallow cum." "Yeah..." Panted Kerry in an excited whisper as her head bobbed rythmically and her soft wet mouth swirled a frenzied dance around his rigid shaft. I could tell he was getting close to the moment because he was thrusting his pelvis in time to her sucking. Then her grabbed the back of her head and thrust his cock quickly into her willing mouth like a cunt. Then he grunted and came. As she swallowed his cum, I ran back to the back entrance of the apartment so I could act casual when she returned. She wasn't far behind. Her hair was mussed and she smelled like sex, but I pretended I didn't notice. "Come on over here and sit by me." I smiled and patted the couch next to me. She seemed hesitant, but I insisted and she sat down and began to watch TV with me. I began to rub her sensitive ribs and breast with the hand I had draped loosely around her back. She was unresponsive at first and a little stiff, but the night's previous passions were still close to the surface and I found it was an easy task to rekindle her excitement. Soon we were rolling around on the couch and I was rubbing my erection against her cunt through my underwear. I kissed her deeply, probing her wet mouth with my tongue. Her mouth tasted like the man's semen. It excited me to imagine the man's slippery cock gliding between her salty lips just minutes before. "Naughty, naughty..." I admonished teasingly. "No panties!" She bit her lip enticingly but remained silent. I continued the sexy banter: "You didn't dress like this for Rachel did you?" I whispered to her. My eyes were locked on hers. She froze for and instant then smiled. "Maybe..." She said. I rubbed my dick against her clit and she began humping back at me. We were both beginning to breathe hard. "Next time you'll have to let me watch." I said. "OK." She panted in agreement. "Let me join in?" I asked. She looked doubtful. "Maybe." She said. "Have you ever considered having sex with another man? I wouldn't mind watching." I said. I tried to keep the comment in the same light vein but she froze and ceased rubbing against me. "I don't think I could do that." She said finally, resuming her grind but without the same spirit. She hesitated again. "You really want to watch me have sex with another man?" She said. "I don't think I would mind...depending on who it is. The idea kind of excites me." I said. She didn't reply and she seemed preoccupied through the rest of our love making and the rest of the evening. Several days later Kerry announced that we were going to meet an old High School friend of hers at a nearby bar for a drink. I liked the idea of meeting someone new and we headed over the minute I got home from work and got myself changed. The bar was a comfortable and dimly lit dive with deep corner booths. I was enjoying my first sip of a frosty pint whien I saw a man walk in. He walked up to our table and my wife jumped up and gave him an excited hug. We chatted for about an hour as Kerry and Hector reaquainted themselves. I realized within the first few minutes of hearing his voice this was the man in the sports car. I remained casual and asked questions of him too, curious about this man whom I saw my wife giving a blowjob. We talked small talk which was really sort of boring untill I asked him where he worked. He seemed to hesitate and shot a quick glance at Kari. "I work as a janitor at a place called Adult World." He smiled sheepishly. "Kind of an odd place to work and I don't like it to get out... It's really a lot like any other job..." "Except for the naked women." I finished for him, smiling, encouraging him to continue. "Yeah, the naked women are a nice perc." He said slyly. "Especially when they sometimes have sex with me." He shot another quick glance at Kerry who was smiling oddly, then laughed as though he were joking. I was beginning to piece this together. We were all beginning to get a buzz from the beer, I think, and I suggested we take the conversation to Kerry and my apartment. I offered to walk to the store to get some beer before going home and Hector and my wife quickly agreed, so we parted ways as we walked out of the pub. As soon as we were out of sight of eachother, I doubled back and peeked around the corner. Hector already had his hand on Kerry's ass and was playfully tugging up the hem of her skirt. She put her face close to his ear and seemed to be whispering something to him as she skipped along next to him, down the tree lined sidewalk. As they passed an alleyway, dark in the deepening shadows that were spreading themselves like a warm summer blanket over the rural neighborhood where we lived, they paused and peered into the soft darkness -- Kerry's giggling carried to where I stood peering, then they slipped in without looking back. I raced down the street and between two houses, careful that my footsteps were silent in the dew-gathering grass, and came to a hedge bordering the alley, when I heard my wife's voice, speaking low in the dark. I stopped, frozen for a while to let my eyes adjust themselves and to use my hearing to locate Hector and my errant Kerry. After a few moments, their dim forms emerged out of the darkness beyond the hedge, so I leaned myself against the rough boards of a garage and brought the couple into full view through the crack between the hedge and the garage. Wrapped in a deeper darkness, I knew I was safe from their sight, so I made myself comfortable and watched. Hector and Kerry were kissing deeply, their light skin shone in the darkness as though they were glowing softly. Hector had my wife's skirt pulled up over her ass and was tugging her panties down toward her knees. She reached down to help him then wiggled out of them, let them fall to the alley-way and forgot them. Her hands were busy between their bodies. She seemed to be rubbing his crotch through his jeans while he kneaded her full, rounded white ass. They pulled apart for a moment and I saw she had his fat cock in her hand. He was very hard and she was slowly tugging on it. The Latino rubbed a finger along her slit from bottom to top, making her shiver; then he grabbed her by her shoulders and spun her around, pushed her against the peeling paint of the garage. Her face was turned toward mine and was so close I could hear every rasping breath that drew sharply between her teeth. He began to push his thick penis into the dark area beneath her ass-crack, dartingly, with stabbing motions of his hips. She responded by tilting her hips back and pushing back at him, meeting his jabbing thrusts. After a few more lunges, his cock returned to the night air thickly coated with glistening cunt juice. Kerry groaned and chipped the peeling paint with her fingernails, face pressed against the boards. Hector was thrusting hard. Each time his thick cock effortlessly slid all the way up the hot, slick interior of her cunt untill his pelvis pushed forcefully against her soft ass, she would grunt with pleasure, then inhale sharply as he drew his cock out. She had her legs spread wide and her back bowed so her ass thrust itself out sharply. She was beginnging to moan as his cock whisked in and out of her slick cunt. Kerry's sweaty face pressed itself against the garage as grashoppers, hidden in the tall grass behind a garbage can, chirped in time to her hips lustful grind. Hector pushed her shirt up over her full breasts where it stayed; he thumbed her already erect nipples which stood out as sharp silhouettes against the soft white background of a house across the alley. She purred in response and lent a little more urgency to the undulation of her hips. Hector's cock seemed to glisten fatter with passion and his frenzied thrusts were becoming wild as he fucked my wife. His cock slipped out and he replaced it hurriedly, guiding it with his hand. It slipped from her slick cunt again and whether by accident or if Hector were feeling particularly randy that evening, he pushed the pink dome of his cock- head against Kerry's taught asshole. She drew a sharp breath at the sudden pain. "Ow!" She said, trying to deterr him. "Come on," Hector admonished, "You love to have your ass fucked. Take it like the puta you are." "It hurts..." Said my wife doubtfully. "Only for a minute, baby, then you'll be lovi'n it." I could see my wife was holding her ass straight and still to allow Hector to push His cock in and she gasped in pain as, after a few seconds of effort, the head of his cock disappeared with a pop into the tight o-ring of her asshole. She groaned with pain/pleasure as she gyrated her hips back at him and the thick cock that protruded stiffly from her anus. He pushed in another half-inch. Her voice quivered high in her throat as she responded with a groan. Hector pulled her ass-cheeks apart and away from her asshole and pushed in another inch. She squealed again. He slowly pulled back untill just his cock-head rested in her ass. Kerry relaxed. Hector trust suddenly and forcefully, shoving half his cock into her ass. Kerry let out a stifled cry and dug her fingernails into the rough boards. She seemed to be sobbing. Hector roughly grabbed the soft flesh of her breasts and used them as handles to shove his fat cock even deeper into her ass. He grunted with pleasure. The Latino slowly drew his cock out of my wife's asshole as she whimpered and he steadied himself for the next lunge. Kerry cried out again, as Hector buried his cock to the hilt in her tight hot asshole. As he withdrew it, it shone in the soft light, glistening with his own pre- cum juices. Hector built a rythm, slowly pulling his cock in and out of her ass as she whimpered in pain, face pressed against the garage in the dark, in the alley. Kerry stood, braced in a position of complete submission and seemed to try to relax, to try to enjoy the stiff dicking her asshole was receiving. She groaned low in her throat and panted hot moist breath on the wall. Hector was beginning to build tempo and his veiny shaft rubbed delightfully on the inside of the tight band of her asshole. Her glowingly translucent ass shone in the dark alley as the Latin main's dick disappeared in and out of it in a rising crescendo of rythmic thrusts. Kerry was panting now, in rythm, her tongue hanging out of her mouth like a thirsty hound. "Fuck me Hector," She grunted, gripping an ass-cheek and pulling it's spread wider to allow his dick to penetrate deeper. Hector's movements were becoming spazmodic and his chin protruded in deep concentration. He thrust wildly as he ejaculated hot ribbons of semen up my wife's ass; but he didn't stop fucking. Inspired, perhaps, by the added lubrication supplied by his cum- shot, Hector redoubled his efforts in reaming my wife's ass. She writhed beneath him, her asshole responding with sensitivity never experienced. She rubbed her clit frantically in time to the icy hot ministrations of Hector's chubby cock. Then she came. A sound issued from her lips low in the range of hearing. At first I wasn't sure the sound was coming from my adulterous wife because it didn't sound particularly human -- Slowly it raised in pitch untill it was a gutteral wail issued from between tightly clenched teeth. Kerry was cumming fiercely and as she came, she drove her ass back against Hector, Impaling her ass on his cock. Her ass would meet his hips with resounding slap and the shock waves from the forceful union would ripple quickly up and down her generous buttocks. Again and again her ass slapped against his hips, untill her wail gradually turned into sobbs of ecstasy and she slunk foreward, naked breasts pressed against the cold, dewy boards of the garage. Hector's dick slipped from her asshole with a quiet 'plop'. ___________________________________________________ PART IV If anything, Kerry acted more and more normal, even though I knew she was going down to Adult World every day while I was at work. Eventually, the nagging curiosity got to me and I was forced to make another visit. I made my way quickly through the lower, retail area of Adult World wearing an overcoat and dark sunglasses. The narrrow stairs and hallway seemed more dank and musty smelling as I carefully made my way down to the one way booths. I dropped my quarters in the slot and peered through the warbled glass as the partition slid up. The dancer wasn't my wife. It was a younger woman with smaller tits. she was swaying gently to the thrumming music as though she were underwater. She did'nt appear to be at all interested in arousing the grubby customers behind the squares of glass, but was rather dancing her own dance; a quiet, personal mosey around the interior of the pen. Her expression was placid and seemed out of place. The lighting seemed different too -- Softer, more ambient; It slid smoothly around her gentle curves showing off the subtle ripples of muscle beneath the skin of her flat stomach and hips. Her ass was a pair of muscular loaves that seemed to glow dully in the soft light -- Smooth, rounded, flawless and white. They flared outward, athletic bundles of muscular energy packed tight beneath her soft skin. I decided to ask her for a couch dance. I waited for her dance to finish and went around to meet her but as I turned the corner I saw my wife talking to one of the other girls in the corridor. I slunk back into the shadows and entered a video booth and waited for them to give me the opportunity to sneak past. They only conversed for a few moments before Kerry walked down the hall to a door marked "Employees Only" and quietly slipped inside. As she opened and closed the door, though, I instantly recognized the paneling of her bosse's office. I wasted no time at all in going to the fire escape and finding the outside window to the office. Looking down once again, I beheld the grubby interior . Kerry was stepping out of her panties and un-hooking her bra. Her brown nipples were already poking out in anticipation of what ever was going to happen and her boss gave her a small pile of clothes which she quickly put on. She was now wearing a very short hot pink vinyl mini-skirt without panties and a lavender mesh crop top with enough skin showing through to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. The man whistled appreciatively and had her walk up and down the room in a pair of high high heels that turned her strut into an exaggeratedly sexy swagger. She looked the part of a very slutty whore. It made me want to fuck her like I never had before. I loosened my pants to give my stiff cock room to breathe. The vinyl mini looked like it was painted onto her voluptuous ass and it couldn't help but ride up to where the creases under the lobes of her ass cheeks were peeking out from under. She put on a sexy show for her boss; Turning sideways to show off her big tits. She slid the mesh shirt up over her nipples and cupped her tits and offered her stiff nipples to the skinny man across the room. Kerry's boss chuckled appreciatively. "The guy who I got coming over today is going to like that getup. I wanna warn you, though, Don't get freaked out or nothin' because he's bringing his dog with him. He likes to take pictures of slutty chicks curled up with his pooch. He won't expect you to fuck it or nothin'; just play with it and stuff. Be sexy and maybe look like you wanna' do the dog, but you don't have to. You'll have fun." Kerry didn't reply. I don't think she was expected to. She went and sat on the couch while her boss made her a stiff drink. He sat on the couch with her and brazenly cupped one of her big, soft, tits in his hand as if he owned it. "Maybe I could fuck you before the guy shows up..." He mused aloud. "That outfit is really turning me on". The look on my wife's face remained neutral as the skinny man fondled her breasts, rubbing her stiff nipples into excitement. She seemed to squirm a little on the couch. Just then a knock came on the door and Kerry's boss lowered the mesh shirt over her breasts and sat back on the couch. "Come in." A middle-aged man with a dark moustache and wavy hair entered the room followed by some sort of large short-haired hunting hound. The dog was obediently close to his heels. The two men smiled and greeted like old friends and Kerry's boss introduced the man to her. He looked her up and down and shook and shook her hand. "This is Bo." He said. "He's a weimeriner. You don't mind me taking some pictures of you and Bo?" "Of course not," Chirped in Kerry's boss. "Where do you want to start?" "How about the couch?" Said the man without missing a beat. "Kerry, why don't you go over and sit on the couch and call Bo over to you". He unslung a shoulder bag and drew a 35mm camera out of it and held it up to his eye. Kerry called the dog and as the man with the moustache instructed her she petted the dog and scratched him under his chin all the while showing off her body in various ways like resting her big tits on Bo's smooth back as though it were a shelf while she held up the mesh shirt. Bo seemed to be enthusiastic about the photoshoot and seemed to like Kerry. At moustached man's instruction she offered one of her stiff nipples to the dog who sniffed it and carefully licked it with his wide flat tongue. Kerry stiffened for a moment, but then seemed to relax. The man asked her to sit back on the couch and part her thighs. The vinyl mini rode up over her mound, exposing her bare pussy to the dog who sniffed it eagrely. Kerry pushed his probing wet nose away with her hand. Her pussy seemed excited and puffy, her pink lips unpetaling out from her slit. She seemed fascinated by the dog and watched him closely. The dog was big and muscular. The muscles under his short smooth hair rippled as he moved around Kerry, his tail waging excitedly. The man had Kerry get on her hands and knees and show her cunt to the camera from behind. The dog suddenly snuck in a few quick licks directly on her pusy mound and the pink lips sticking out. Kerry pushed the dog away but the man interjected. He told her to go ahead and let the dog lick her. He said it couldn't hurt her and she might not mind so much. She seemed reluctant, but she complied. Bo seemed to grow more excied when she let him push his nose against her cunt. He began to lap it quiclky, his tongue darting. It looked like he was trying to work his tongue into every fold of her pussy. Kerry turned over to make it easier and settled back on the couch with her legs spread wide and her hands gently caressing her big tits. The dog was rutting his nose against her clit and slurping her cunt juices noisily. Bo's tongue darted insistently at her musky pussy which grew redder and more swolen as it became covered with the dog's saliva. Kerry's breathing seemed to have grown shallower. I suddenly realized the dog had a hard-on. Bobbing between his powerful legs was a torpedo shaped red erection that was at least nine inches long and three inches thick. My wife hadn't noticed it yet, apparently, because she smiled and scratched him on the top of his head, looking vaguely disappainted when he pushed foreward and nestled his head between her breasts. She remained innocently unaware as his fat sticky dog-cock dangled between her open thighs with a thick string of clear pre-cum drooling from it's tip. The two other men and I waited with baited breath as she unknowingly stroked the dog's face and the weimereiner positioned his bobbing cock at the entrance of her cunt. The look on her face was pure shock as he stabbed his cock into her cunt. For a few seconds she did nothing as the dog humped the big thing deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. Then when she scrambled, trying to pry the dog off of her, his cock was already too deeply buried and his big body was too well positioned on top of her for her to dislodge him. Bo was fucking her with short quick strokes, his back hunched and his face buried next to her neck. Kerry stopped struggling suddenly, but remained stiff. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be waiting for the dog to finish so she could get out from under it. When Kerry stopped struggling, however, Bo slowed down. His strokes grew longer and he began to pull more of his cock out as he stroked. He stopped at half way, though, not willing to let his prize excape. Kerry's pussy seemed to start responding on it's own accord. Bo's cock seemed to grow wetter and wetter as it disappeared and reemerged between her swollen pussy lips and without realizing it, Kerry was gradually tilting her hips more and more to allow his big cock easier access. She began to breathe harder and harder untill she was moaning lightly with each breath. Her body began to loosen and the look on her face gradually changed from shock to pleasure. Bo seemed to be taking his time, his quivering flanks thrusting slowly in and out between her thighs. Kerry began, at first imperceptibly, to hump her cunt back on the dog's cock. Before long, however, she was developing a rythm with the dog's red cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt and she was groaning excitedly with each thrust. Her eyes remained closed, but now she was actively fucking the dog, in obvious excitement. She pushed her slick pussy foreward, against the dog's fat torpedo shaped cock which whisked in and out quicker and quicker as he got closer to shooting his dog semen into her. The moustached man took picture after picture. Bo's muscled flanks plowed foreward rythmically and she writhed beneath him. Kerry began to yelp and I knew she was cumming. They were breathy yelps, as though she couldn't help herself, as though the pleasure were too much to bear. She ground her sweaty cunt on the dog's stiff red cock as she orgasmed and the dog continued to slide his thick penis in and out of the smooth and slippery insides of her wet pussy. Then Bo came. I could tell he was cumming because he was yelping too. He fucked her like a rabbit with quick strokes that pounded into her willing vagina, then suddenly stopped. He was panting heavily with his tongue hanging out and Kerry lay, sprawled out beneath him, body still twitching from the recent climax. Bo's cock remained in her dripping pussy. That's when I remembered that a dog's cock-head swelled when he came. It swelled in order to prevent him from removing it before his semen had a chance to reach the bitch's uterous. They remained on the couch, stuck together as Kerry caught her breath and the dog began to look nervous and guilty. The dog had withdrawn his thick penis as far as he could and he stood over her. The only place they touched now, was where the head of his still fully rigid dog-cock disappeared inside my slutty wife's pussy opening. Every time he moved she shuddered with excitement. Kerry gazed across the gentle swell of her sexy belly to her closely trimmed pussy, seemingly transfixed with the sight of the big dog's pulsing cock anchored between the cum frothy lips of her cunt. The sensations in her cunt must have been heightened from her powerful orgasm. every time the dog moved, my wife found herself invoulentarily thrusting her cummy cunt back on his cock. I'm sure it didn't help the dog lose his erection enough to withdrawl his cock with Kerry continuing to hump him like that. Bo found himself humping back, probably invoulentarily as well. Within seconds a chain reaction occurred with both of them building up tempo, at first, but no longer reacting to autoimatic impulses. they were once again thrusting surely and swiftly against eachother as Bo's shiny dick slid in and out of her cunt. My wife groaned out loud and lustily, reveling in the feeling of the dog- cock drilling in and out of her. She pulled her shapely legs to her chest to give the dog better access and, I think, to give the moustached man a new shot. Kerry's ass, cunt, an thighs were shiny with sweat and juices and her labia looked like bubble gum stretched tightly around the base of the dog's veiny, slick cock. She tilted her sexy hips up with every thrust as Bo fucked his pink cock down into her slippery meat. She came then, sooner than before, with a racking orgasm that sent her body into convulsive shudders that left her contorting in the cushons of the couch. The dog, sensing perhaps that his work was done, made an extra effort to pull his spent cock from my wife's cunt and pulled it out with a sucking plop. Kerry convulsed as he pulled it out then laid back for a moment in a post-orgasmic stupor. After a few moments, shame having melted into the background of a burning lust, Kerry crawled to where the dog lay on his side. The dog's cock bobbed in front of his belly; still fully erect and extended from it's sheath. With her soft tongue, she bathed his quivvering cock and tried to rouse it into another round of fucking. Bo whimpered, but lay still. His cock remained fully rigid. Kerry sucked the hot shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the shaft and sucked on it, trying to draw a few more spurts of hot dog semen from it. Her wet lips rubbed on the shiny tight skin of Bo's shaft. Bo rolled onto his back in submission, whimpering and without hesitation, my dog-fucking wife straddled his narrow body so his rigid cock pulsed firmly against the drooping cummy lips of her well-fucked cunt. Her round, pendulous breasts swung to either side of his muzzle as she rubbed her slick vagina on his dog-cock, preparing to slide it into herself. Kerry reached between her legs and pushed the dogs penis up, so it was positioned at the entrance to her hungry pussy. The dog continued to whimper as my wife backed onto his thick shaft. Her pussy lips spread wide and shiny as the dog's cock slid without effort far into her. She didn't stop ramming her cunt down until his furry sheath was pushed tightly against her furry mound. Kerry moaned loudly, oblivious to the photographer and her boss as she slowly rode the dog's stiff cock up and down. She rocked and undulated her hips, fucking the captive dog. Bo was unable to do anything but lay still and be fucked, unable even to cum again. Kerry grunted and writhed her sweaty body, plunging up and down the dog's shaft with an ever increasing tempo. Her pussy was red and puffy and she ground her clit into the dog's pelvis bone again and again. Bo began to lap her heavy breasts with his tongue, covering her rigid nipples with dog spit. It was all my wife needed to go over the edge. She began to cum fiercely. frothing between her clenched teeth as she ground her hot cunt down on his shaft again and again until at last she ground to a halt, shuddering. She shakily unmounted the hound and threw herself on the couch where she fell into a deep sleep.