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For full effect start at chapter one. All characters are 18 and over.

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I had become accustomed to being rimmed. Kathryn made a point of pleasing me that way, but Barbara’s passion for it surpassed even Kathryn’s. There were times when she made out with my anus like it was her lover, soft kisses and licks followed by her mouth wrapped over my opening as she French kissed me there. It was incredible. Other times she got herself into a frenzy, sliding her face up and down my crack, sucking on my asshole, running her teeth over it, slurping and moaning.

She was more verbal than Kathryn, too. She would come up for air and say things like, “God I love eating your asshole.” “Oh Matt, I love tasting your bitter sweet ass juices.” But the one I loved the most was when she whispered, “Matt, I belong here, worshipping your ass.”

Sometimes she would lick her way down my shaft or suck my balls. She would tongue my ass while stroking my cock or pull it up and back and suck on it hard, so hard it hurt but felt amazing all at once. This must have gone on for at least an hour. When she sensed I was about to explode she crawled underneath me and pulled my cock into her mouth, her fingernails digging into my ass.

I could no longer speak. Guttural noises were all I could muster and when I finally shot my load into her drool covered mouth, she inserted two fingers deep into my ass and gulped down my spunk. Despite cumming earlier, I could tell my load was significant; she gagged a few times but never stopped drinking me. When I collapsed onto the bed, she crawled up to nuzzle up to me, her face wet with cum and spit. She ran her fingers across my chest and said, “I am sorry, Matt.”

“About what? That was incredible.”

“I mean I am sorry I did not treat you this way all the time when we were together. I was too proud to be a slut for you.”

“And now?”

“Now, all I want to do is drink your cum, ass fuck you, eat your ass and do whatever you want that makes you happy.”

“Wow,” I said. “What have you done with my wife?”

Barbara laughed. “I am right here, Matt.” She crawled on top of me and straddle my face. Spreading her labia far apart, she said, “This is yours if you want it, Matt. And my asshole too, anytime you want.”

This was music to my ears, but I must have had a serious look on my face.

“Don’t worry, Matt, I am not expecting you to move back in. I am pretty sure you are fucking other women by now and if I know you, you won’t want to stop.”

She knew me very well. I nodded. “I am, Barbara, but only one. My secretary.”

“Is she good?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Is she a three-hole slut like me?”

“She is.”

“Does she do things I never did with you.”

I nodded again. “She does.”

“Like?”

“Well, she is an exhibitionist and she will fuck and suck anyone I tell her to.”

“Oh,” Barbara said.

“Too much info?”

“Oh no, Matt. It sounds, well, it sounds rather exciting.”

Now I was curious. “So, would you show your pussy to other men for me, masturbate for them, suck their cocks?”

“Would I have any say in the matter?”

I knew the right thing to say was that of course she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to, but I also knew that giving her an out would end up with her saying no to my desires more often over time. “Barbara, no. I would want you to just obey me.”

Barbara laughed. “I figured.” Then she lowered her pussy onto my mouth and humped my face while she told me over and over, “I want to be your cum slut whore, Matt. I want to be your cum slut whore.” And then she squirted. She gushed her cum all over my face and in my mouth and I did my best to drink as much as I could.

Before I knew it, she had slid down my body an inserted my cock into her cunt. This time she fucked me slowly, very slowly, rising and falling onto my cock with incredible discipline. She would tighten her pussy as she bore down on my cock and then relax while she slid up. After 15 minutes of that, she hatay escort reached underneath and worked my cock into her ass and did the same thing. It was like she was massaging my cock with her holes.

She got off me before I orgasmed, leaving me on the edge, no doubt by design. She kissed me softly and then asked me what I wanted to do next. “Well, I am hungry,” I said.

“Oh my god,” she shrieked. “The Lasagna!”

She ran out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. By the time I joined her she was laughing over her burnt dish. She turned to me and grinned. “Shall we order pizza?”

“Sure, how about I do that while you freshen up.”

“Okay, Matt.” Barbara tossed her hair back. “I suggest you order from Tony’s. I quite enjoy looking at their delivery boy.”

While Barbara went off to change, I checked my phone.

“Did you fuck her, Mister Swanson?”

I sent her a smiley face.

“That’s wonderful, Sir. Will you be wanting me to suck her pussy?”

Jesus, I hadn’t even gone there yet. “Yes, I would,” I typed.

I strolled into the living room and flicked on the television and found a music station. Nothing much was different in the room. The furniture was the same, the artwork hadn’t changed. But Barbara had. I was sitting there in my jeans, no shirt, starting to dose off when Barbara reappeared in a fishnet body suit with cut-outs for her big breasts and for her pussy and ass. She was wearing high heels. In each hand she held a large thick dildo.

She set them down on the coffee table and stood in front of me. She turned around, so I could see her incredible ass bulging out of her body suit.

“Fuck,” I said.

That’s when the door bell rang.

Barbara did not hesitate. She walked toward the front door. She looked at me over her shoulder. “Can I be his tip?”

“He will like that, I think.”

I moved to the arm chair, assuming Barbara would bring him to the sofa. The door creaked when she opened it and I head a young man’s voice. “Holy moly,” he said. Barbara led him by the hand into the living room. “This is Tony’s son, Tony Junior.”

He looked at me sheepishly. “Hello, Sir,” he mumbled.

Barbara sat him down and knelt between his legs and undid his pants and began licking his shaft. Tony’s eyes were on mine.

“No worries, son,” I said. “You can do as you wish with her.”

By now Barbara was gagging on his cock and playing with his balls. I could tell he wouldn’t last long, so I said, “Barbara, let our guest see what you can do with those dildos.”

“Yes…yes Sir,” she said, smiling at me. Moments later she was bent over with her ass facing Tony with both holes stuffed with her dildos. She moved closer to him and whispered, “You do it.”

Tony didn’t hesitate. He grabbed both dildos and began fucking my wife’s holes. He would push one inside while I pulled the other out, alternating as he increased the force of his thrusts. Barbara was grunting now, bent over the coffee table, her hands holding her up. She came twice before she literally begged the pizza boy to fuck her cunt.

Tony hesitated and looked at me. “Is there a condom?”

Barbara answered for me. “No, just fuck my cunt. I want your cum in my hole.”

Tony stood up and slowly pushed his hard cock into Barbara’s ass hole. Barbara’s tits were wagging up and down as he fucked her and the pleasure on her face was one of the most beautiful expressions I had ever seen her release. “Oh, God, Tony, yes, fuck my ass.”

Tony picked up his pace and when he said he was going to cum, Barbara turned around and dropped to her knees and deep throated Tony. He must have pulsed five loads of cum down her throat before he was fully spent. He sat back down but Barbara kept licking and kissing his cock and balls, making sure every drop of cum was in her mouth.

There was an moment or two of awkwardness now. Tony wasn’t sure what to do and Barbara was in another head space by now. “So, Tony,” I said matter of factly. “I hope ığdır escort you enjoyed your tip, but we should probably eat that pizza now.”

He got the hint, quickly dressed, said thank you at least six times and left. Barbara wasn’t quite done yet. She stood up and came over to me and turned around, bent over and splayed open her ass cheeks. “Did he gape me, Matt?”

Hours earlier I had arrived for a quick dinner with my estranged wife. Now, I was staring at two open, swollen holes caused by the pizza delivery boy. I don’t know what got into me, but I pushed myself off the chair and onto my knees and began kissing and licking her holes.

“Oh, Matt,” Barbara moaned. “That feels so good.”

I did spend the night with Barbara and we didn’t get much sleep. She sucked and fucked me most the evening. Ate my ass for extended periods of time and I spent a fair amount of energy sucking her ass and pussy as well. By the time we fell asleep I must have orgasmed 7 or 8 times and that was a paltry sum compared to Barbara. She soaked the bed and we slept in her cum and mine, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

When I woke up, Barbara was not in bed. I found her naked in the kitchen making coffee in a French press while talking on the phone. I stood in the doorway and watched and listened. She was obviously talking to a man, perhaps a boyfriend.

“Oh, nothing much,” she said. “I just vegged last night. Thanks for understanding.”

I cleared my throat and Barbara turned toward me and grinned. “I am sorry, I have to run now,” she said. She didn’t wait for a response. She pressed “End” and put the phone down. I was naked, too. She walked to and kissed me softly. She fondled my cock and whispered in my ear, “Any plans for the day?”

She reached underneath and massaged my balls, which were aching. “No, how about you?”

“Nope,” she said. “Coffee?”

I nodded.

There we were, husband and wife, naked at the kitchen table after countless hours of depravity, sipping coffee, trying to wake up. Barbara’s nipples were rock hard, and she caught me staring at them. “I am wet, too,” she said. She reached underneath the table and then showed me two fingers covered in her juices. “Very wet, Matt.”

“So?” I said.

She reached across the table and touched my hand. “I am here for you, Matt.”

Ping.

“Is that her?”

I looked. “Yes.”

“What does she want?”

I held my phone in front of Barbara.

“Oh my,” she gasped. “Is she for real?”

“Yep,” I said.

Kathryn’s text was short. “Can she and I suck your cock together?”

“What do you think, Barbara?”

“I just hope we don’t fight over who gets to drink your cum,” she replied. “More coffee?”

“Yes, please. I need to call the office and let them know I am taking the day.”

“Oh good. I hoped you would do that.”

“Was that a boyfriend on the phone earlier?”

“Yes, Matt, he wanted to see me last night, but I told him no.”

“Are you fucking?”

“No, well at least not yet. He is a dominant my massage therapist introduced me to. We do other things, if you understand.”

I smiled. “Let me make this call and then you can tell me more.”

Calling work took longer than I had hoped. Apparently, I had some fires to put out, which involved several long phone conversations. When I was finally done, Barbara was nowhere to be found. Eventually I found her in an upstairs spare bedroom she had converted into an office. She was sitting at her computer, still naked, one hand between her legs. I stepped closer to see what was on her screen.

I have to say I was surprised. Barbara was watching a woman on her knees in a bathtub taking a stream of piss in her open mouth. She was fingering her pussy while she watched.

“I know you are there, Matt.”

“You like that, it seems, Barbara.”

“Well, haven’t done it yet, but Bob – that’s the dominant – ordered me to watch water sport videos and masturbate while I did, so that is what I am doing.” ısparta escort She turned her head toward me and smiled. “I am being obedient, Matt.”

“Looks like she is enjoying herself.”

“Him too,” Barbara giggled.

“So, are there other videos you have been ordered to watch?”

“Yes, he wants me to watch what he calls cum rag videos.”

“Say more.”

“Apparently they are videos of women fully dressed and man jack off on their clothes and hair and face.”

“Does the thought of that turn you on?”

“Well it is different, but yes, I think so.” She giggled again like a young girl discovering something new. “He told me a cum rag never touches the men, just takes their cum.”

I smiled. “I think I might like this Bob fellow.”

“Oh, I hoped you might. I wasn’t sure if you were into this kind of stuff.”

“Well, I must admit I have the sudden urge to urinate.”

Barbara closed her laptop and stood up and extended her hand and led me toward the bathroom, “Will you take me out after I drink your piss?”

“I will. Anywhere you like.”

In the bathroom, Barbara knelt in the tub. “Bob wants to train me to drink it all down so he can piss in my mouth anywhere he chooses, but do you mind if we try it here first. I am not sure I can take it all the first time.”

I stood at the edge of the tub and dangled my cock over her open mouth. The first few drops hit her legs but then the stream came, filling her mouth. I watched with amazement as my wife gulped down my urine, a serene look on her beautiful face. My pissing picked up momentum and she couldn’t keep up. The sight of my piss flowing out of her mouth and down her tits and belly were so arousing I lifted my cock up and sprayed her hair and face. As I reached the end of my release, she put my cock in her mouth and literally a minute later I was spraying my cum down her throat.

“Fuck,” I yelled. “You are something.”

Barbara surveyed her body. “My goodness, I am covered with your piss. It was so deliciously warm and not as bitter as I imagined.”

I repeated myself, “Fuck.”

Her hair was drenched with piss and her face glistened in the florescent light. “I could get used to that,” she whispered, her eyes angled up to mine.

We stayed like that for a few moments, frozen in time. Then Barbara stood up and smiled. “I guess a shower is in order.”

“Yes,” I smiled.

“Matt?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go some place where I can show strangers my cunt?”

“Perhaps,” I winked.

“Or anywhere else where you can make good use of your wife,” Barbara said. “I really want this, Matt.”

We ended up showering together, soaping each other up with soft caresses and the occasional licks and kisses. I knew she wanted me to fuck her in the shower, but I was spent and needed a bit of time to recuperate. Never before had I needed time to recharge with Barbara. Now I was having a hard time keeping up with her.

An hour later, we were walking through the mall. Barbara was decked out in a red mini skirt and a low cut, button down top that showed off more cleavage than should be legal in public. I had her try on shoes and flash her cunt at the salesman. I watched her show off her cunt in the rest station. She sat on a couch while three men gawked at her. She put on a show at the food court, bent over in a sporting good store in front of two young men who despite being gay could not stop watching her. We ended up fucking in the dressing room at Hudson’s Bay. The sales clerk knew what we were doing and frowned at us as we left. I am not sure if she noticed the cum that dripped from Barbara’s ass, though, but I did. It was a beautiful sight.

As we got into our taxi, her phone pinged.

I looked at her phone.

“It’s Bob,” she said. “He wants to use me tonight?”

“I see.”

“What should I tell him?”

“Tell him, that’s fine but that you won’t be alone.”

“Really?”

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. “Suck me now.”

The taxi driver turned toward me.

“Do you mind?”

“Nah,” he said. “As long as she takes it all. I don’t want to clean up after you.”

“Oh no worries,” Barbara chortled as she lowered her mouth onto my hard cock.

Then I bent over and whispered in Barbara’s ear. “Yes, really.”

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