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Archive name: husband3.txt (Mdom/FM, swingers)
Authors name: Alcibade (Address Defunct)
Story title : Husband - Part 3

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HUSBAND (Part 3)
By Alcibade

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"That's enough for now, Linda; stand up. Put it back
in your pants, Peter." I stood as Peter re-arranged 
his sticky cock into his pants.

"I think I would like some ice-water, Peter. Would 
you like anything, Linda?"

I shook my head. Peter stood up between us; his face 
was flushed and he avoided my gaze.

"Go into the kitchen, but don't bring my water until 
you are called. Linda and I have a few things to 
discuss."

Peter left, and I stood there before Charles, feeling 
uncomfortably like a shy little girl rather than a 
grown woman. He didn't move for a moment, just looked 
me up and down. Slowly, he raised his right hand. He 
put just the tip of his forefinger lightly to my lips. 
Without thinking, instinctively, I let my tongue slip 
under the tip of his finger, licked the underside 
gently, then returned it to my mouth. The briefest of 
smiles flickered in his eyes.

"Suck it," he said.

I opened my lips, took his finger in and began to suck 
on it. As I stood there in my own home before this 
stranger, my hands to my sides, slowly "fellating" his 
finger and looking into his eyes, he spoke to me.

"You're a brave and kind soul, dear Linda. And while
we both know you are not "pure," there is a sublimely 
innocent aura about you. Believe me, that is a rare 
thing, indeed. If I thought for a moment that what I am 
going to put you through would corrupt that, I'd leave 
this instant. But I think you will survive it."

He closed his eyes briefly, then gently cupped my chin 
as my lips and mouth continued to work on his finger.

"Your husband is another matter. I would share the 
worry I sense you have, except that I suspect he is 
more resilient than you suppose."

He withdrew his finger suddenly and stepped back a 
pace.

"Pull your panties down to just above your knees, and 
hold the hem of your dress above your waist."

I did as I was told. Standing like that, I began to 
feel the first twinges of embarrassment. He looked at 
my exposed belly, groin and thighs for a little bit, 
then walked past me. I heard him seat himself at the 
sofa. I stood there, my backside exposed to Charles, 
knowing I had not been told to move. There was total 
silence. I closed my eyes, wanting something, anything, 
to happen.

"Leave the panties at your knees, but drop the skirt 
and come here."

I released the hem of my dress, then turned and walked, 
awkwardly, to him. He sat with his legs splayed and his 
hands folded behind his head. I stopped at the edge of 
the sofa, between his knees.

"Kneel down and take my cock out. Never mind unbuckling 
my pants, just undo the zipper."

I knelt down and reached for his zipper. The bulge of 
his erection was big; very big. I unzipped him, pulled 
the top of his shorts down through the opening, and 
reached in for his cock. He adjusted his hips a bit, 
and I finally managed to work it free. I'd never seen 
anything like it.

Long, and thick like an oak stump, it was wrapped with 
gnarled purple veins from the base to just below the 
crown. The crown itself was a huge, juicy, mushroom-cap 
that perched atop the rod like a fat balloon. I was 
mesmerized, and found myself gently running my fingers 
over the veins and around the incredible tip.

"Yes, I know. I've gotten a few positive comments in my 
time. It's hard to believe, but you WILL take all of 
it. Stand up now, Linda, turn around, and have a seat 
on it."

I rose, turned, and raised my skirt again. His hands 
grasped my buttocks and guided me down. As they cupped 
around my bottom, his fingers spread me wide. I knew I 
was soaked. The tip found the center of my cunt as I 
dropped my skirt and put my hands on his thighs. I 
started to settle down slowly. Suddenly, Charles 
gripped my waist and impaled me totally with one sudden 
jerk. I gasped and closed my eyes tight. I'd never in 
my life felt so stretched and so full. As the huge tip 
plunged up into me, it hit my cervix like a bell. My 
whole body jerked reflexively. Charles took my 
shoulders and leaned me back against him.

"Sorry. I forget myself sometimes in certain positions. 
Did you know, Linda, that compared to body weight, the 
human penis is the largest in the world? From an 
evolutionary point of view, it's strongly selected for. 
Men with large cocks are that much closer to the cervix 
and, therefore, much more likely to procreate."

No, I didn't know that. What I DID know, however, was 
that if he hit that spot again, I was going to go 
through the ceiling.

I started to move my hips, but he stopped me.

"Don't move. Adjust your dress around us so that anyone 
seeing us would not know for sure whether we were 
connected. Keep your legs together and leave your 
panties around your knees."

I straightened my dress primly around us. The only sign 
to the casual observer that anything was out of the 
ordinary, other than me sitting on his lap, was my 
exposed, half-lowered panties.

"Peter, you may return," Charles called out.

As Peter came around the corner, he hesitated 
momentarily when he saw us. He stared for a second, 
then moved to the side of the couch and handed Charles 
his glass of ice water.

"Thank-you, Peter. So, the question is, do I have 
carnal knowledge of your wife or do I not? It seems 
most likely, doesn't it? On the other hand, she could 
just be sitting innocently on my lap." Peter's eyes 
went to my panties at my knees. Charles followed 
Peter's gaze and smiled. "Yes, there is that. But 
that's only circumstantial evidence. I suppose the only 
way to be sure would be to raise your wife's dress and 
have a look see. But that would be rude and untrusting 
of you, wouldn't it? I have a better suggestion. Look 
at her face, Peter. Look into her eyes. You've lived 
with this beautiful woman for several years. Does she 
have the look of having a mature cock buried in her 
cunt, of being penetrated by a stranger like a simple 
whore, or is this just a friendly, innocent little lap-
sit with a nice man?"

Peter looked into my eyes. I tried, but couldn't mask 
the lust I felt or the flush in my cheeks. He smiled 
briefly and looked back at Charles.

"I would say there's nothing innocent going on here at 
all," Peter said slowly.

Charles laughed and put his hand on my forehead.

"But you must be mistaken. This is the face of an 
angel. Are you suggesting that your wife, the love of 
your life, the sweet young girl you married and who has 
pledged her soul to you, now sits in your very living 
room with a strange man's cock up her hole, in front of 
you no less? What has happened to the innocent Linda, 
the little-girl Linda of your dreams? Is this really 
happening, Peter?" The sarcasm dripped from Charles' 
voice. In the meantime, it took every bit of self-
control not to begin moving my hips; the feeling of 
being penetrated and not being able to move, not being 
able to "fuck," was almost painful. Peter didn't 
answer, just stood there waiting.

 "Put some nice music on for us, Peter. Then have a 
seat at the other end of the couch with that fat book 
you were reading when I arrived. I don't want you to 
pay any attention to your wife and me for a while. In 
fact, I don't want to catch you with your nose out of 
that book at all."

Peter moved to the CD and put on a Brahms violin 
concerto, then sat at the end of the couch and took up 
his book.

Charles leaned close to my ear and licked the inside 
with the tip of his tongue. He whispered lasciviously.

"Sweet little slut of mine. Remember that whoring is 
shameless when done with a pure heart. Forget the man 
at the end of the couch who sits there not knowing how 
truly deep I am in you. In the next few days, the times 
when I and other men fuck your cunt, your ass and your 
mouth will seem to go on forever. I will use your body 
as I choose, then give you as a gift to other men. I 
will not forsake you, though. My cock will be home, the 
one place where you will seek sanctuary when the others 
have abused the freedoms with you that I have granted 
them. But the easiest part, the truly special part, 
will be the many times you watch and help in the 
prostitution of your own husband. Imagine how sweet it 
will be to see the man you love, the one man more than 
any other that you associate with "masculine," being 
fucked by other men as he has fucked you, as others 
have fucked you. How sweet, in fact, that he will learn 
the feminine pleasures, the pleasures of submitting, 
pleasures that you could tell him about but that he 
would never understand; could any wish be more loving 
on your part?"

The whisper had grown louder. I suspected, but was not 
sure, that Peter could hear every word. As he 
"whispered," Charles began slowly to fuck me. Drawing 
his cock out, then pushing it in slowly, so slowly the 
anticipation was indescribable, Charles softly told me 
what I was to tell my husband.

"Darling," I said. "I want to watch as you suck 
Charles' cock. I want Charles to fuck you as he's 
fucking me now. I want to jerk you off, to suck you, 
while he humps your ass. I want..." Charles suddenly 
put his hand across my mouth.

"I think that's sufficient, Linda. He has the idea."

With that, Charles began to seriously pound into my 
bottom. I closed my eyes and felt his cock, like a tree 
limb, ravage my stretched vagina. I was so wet, the 
sloshing and slapping noises grew to an obscene level. 
I opened my eyes and glanced at Peter sitting quietly, 
his face red and buried in his history of the Civil 
War, crotch bulging.

I arched my back as the first wave of my orgasm rolled 
over me. Charles was holding my head in his hands. I 
leaned forward as he released me, and put my hands on 
my knees until, shaking and shivering, the last of the 
orgasm dissipated. I couldn't tell if Charles had cum 
or not.

"Well, Peter, I guess that settles the issue; there 
certainly isn't anything innocent going on here. And 
I'm glad you decided not to look up. It's best you 
couldn't see the look of true abandonment and animal 
lust on your wife's face while I fucked her."

 "And what a great fuck your wife is, Peter Tight 
little hole, too. Too bad her cunt's not used to a 
fairly good-sized cock, like mine. I'm sure she's going 
to be sore for a while. Once they're broken in, though, 
it doesn't take much to keep them used to it."

Still leaning forward, I was trying to get my breathing 
back to normal. Charles had put his hands under my 
dress and was caressing my buttocks. Whether he had cum 
or not, one thing was certain: he was still rock hard. 
In fact, he started to raise and lower my ass with his 
hands.

"Put the book down, Peter. We need to address Question 
of the Day #2: Did the nasty old man with the big 
pecker cum in my wife or not? Just think, all that 
yucky sperm from someone you don't even know, sloshing 
around in wifey's pussy even as we speak. How awful! 
How disgusting! Don't you just feel terribly degraded, 
Peter? I know I wouldn't stand for it. But there you 
sit, your cock still in your pants like a sissy, 
listening but not even being allowed to watch your own 
wife being reamed out right next to you. It kind of 
makes me wonder about my own sex."

Charles was once again bucking hard into my bottom. I 
leaned forward even further and grabbed my ankles. 
Suddenly, he stopped. He raised me up the length of his 
cock and the tip slipped free. A shudder ran through my 
body as he pulled out. He sat me back down on his lap 
with his cock running up the length of the crack of my 
ass. I noticed Peter had looked back down at his book.

In one violent and unbelievably quick motion, Charles 
reached behind me, grabbed his glass of ice water, and 
tossed it in Peter's face.

"WAKE UP, PETER!" he barked, his voice like iron and 
steel. "This is life, you asshole, not a story. I'm 
fucking your goddamn wife. Here, Linda, turn around and 
take it in your mouth."

I quickly stood, a little frightened, turned, knelt and 
put my mouth over the head and down it's length as far 
as I could manage. As I worked the tip, Charles began 
to masturbate.

"Don't swallow what I give you, wifey. Keep every drop 
in that sweet mouth of yours." He arched his hips and 
shot a long stream of cum that hit the back of my 
throat. I had closed my palate off in expectation of 
that and didn't gag, but a few strands of semen fell 
down onto his belly. He pushed me back and off his 
erection.

"There. Now kiss Peter and give him half. I want to see 
you swallow the other half, Linda."

I quickly moved to Peter, put my lips to his, and 
opened my mouth. I passed what I thought to be half of 
the load Charles had given me to Peter, then swallowed 
the rest. That half-salty, half sweet taste went 
straight to the back of my throat.

"Good girl, Linda. Your turn, Peter. You're sure as 
hell not going to spit it out. Get it over with and 
swallow it like a good little boy. Take your medicine."

Peter swallowed, then made a motion with his throat 
like he was about to gag, but kept it down.

I was still as horny as I'd ever been in my entire 
life. Part of me felt sorry for Peter. But another part 
was enormously aroused by the idea of what had happened 
and what was going to happen. This is your fantasy, my 
love: live with it. I know I was beginning to enjoy it 
immensely!

Continued in Part 4...

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