Then the cell phone rang. She pressed "send". "It's
me," her husband said cheerfully. "I've got tickets for the
Orioles and the Yankees. Can you get a sitter?"
"Hi," she said, with a normal, almost nonchalant tone.
"Is this tonight?" she said, clearing her throat. "Yeah,"
Dale said. "We could get a bite to eat at this Thai place
near Camden Yards."
The three young men sat with their eyes riveted on
Liz's rounded ass and long, smooth legs. They would settle
for nothing less than all the sex they wanted from her.
They wanted it now. They knew that any woman who would
dress the way she did and flirt with them about it, then
have that bizarre exchange with her husband in front of
them, was one hell of a hungry housewife. If she wasn't,
she would learn, and from them. Now.
They flinched as they saw Liz, her left hand holding
the phone to her ear, carress her hair with her right hand,
then slowly move her nervous fingers to her neck, where she
scratched. She rested her hand on the knot of the top
strap, her back still to the young studs in her family room.
She paused, trying to collect herself as a heat wave rolled
toward her, the sound of her husband's voice acting like
gasoline on a fire. Her ears ringing, she undid the knot,
then impatiently Lizzy undid the lower knot, and her tits
were unbound. She let the bikini top fall silently to the
The young men breathed in and marvelled at her big
tits showing themselves from the sides so wonderfully and
abundantly. They protruded outward from her body. She
planted her fingers in her hair and slowly turned to face
her lustful admirers. Dale said: "Are you there?" "Yeah,
I'm here," she said, her voice shaking with a surge of
carnal desire, "the girls needed something." She walked to
within two inches of the blonde guy and stared, then closed
her eyes for a second, then gazed down again at his now
exposed turgid prick, proudly standing, facing the ceiling.
The blonde guy moved forward and buried his face in her
tits, and his strong hands squeezed them inward. She almost
dropped the phone. It was happening, and she was feeling so
Dale went on: "Can you get a sitter? The game starts
at 7:15 and we could grab a dinner at around 6, so you could
meet me at Bangkok Palace then." "Yeah I can call
somebody," she said, thrilling with the sensation of a
torrid mouth licking and sucking her breasts. "It should be
fun!" Dale said. He sensed that she was distracted by
something, and then a call came through. "Honey, I gotta
call you back," Dale announced abruptly and hung up. A few
seconds after he did, his wife said: "Okay." She threw the
phone on the carpet. Immediately she wrapped her fingers
around the blonde's cock as he continued to feast on her
The other two guys had pulled their clothing down to
their ankles and were blatantly jacking their hard dicks.
The student said: "Wrong number?" His voice was shaking
with lust. Lizzy was gasping she was so aroused. "Uh, that
was my husband." The student looked at the bald guy and
winked. "Let's get him back, babe," he said, "You can
tell him about all the cock you're about to swallow." Liz
was losing herself in the filthiness of this situation and
looked over at the student. "Maybe I will." The bald guy
said: "Christ look at those boobs. How do you carry those
fuckin things around?" "Want some?" she said to him. Her
hand jerked rapidly on the blonde's dick. She fell to her
knees and, smiling up at the blonde, grabbed his balls in
her eager hand and slowly lowered her mouth, tongue wagging,
to the rock solid head of his large prick. She kissed it
several times, then ran her tongue up and down the shaft and
around the head, which she rubbed lovingly over her lips and
cheeks. Clutching the shaft, with its conspicuous veins,
she kissed his balls, then licked them. Her mouth seemed to
be flooding with saliva, and she let it fall freely on his
She then spit on the head again and jacked him off
while she turned to the other two and stared, unsmiling.
She reached her free hand around and pulled down the bottom
of her swimsuit. Her mouth opened wide and she turned
around and slowly took the hefty organ into her mouth. The
young guys began to hear Lizzy's uncontrollable, muffled
moans of excitement and pleasure.
"Looks like she's a decent cocksucker," the bald guy
said. He called with a raised voice over to the blonde, as
if he were upstairs: "Hey dude, can she suck cock?" She
turned, keeping her mouth full, but gestured maternally with
her hand to watch the loud voice. "Oh sorry," he said. The
blonde guy smiled. "She's got a nice slutty mouth to go with
those 48 double E jugs, don't you cocksucker?" His eyelids
grew heavy as he gazed lustfully at her head now bobbing up
and down on his prick.
After a few minutes she stopped blowing him and
grabbed her tits, let saliva fall from her mouth between
them, then plopped the large, hypnotic flesh on either side
of his crotch. She worked his cock between her breasts and
directed a mock protest to the blonde guy: "I object to
that! My tits aren't THAT big." She moved her tits up and
down, easily keeping his cock buried in the cleavage. "But
close," she smiled. As the bald guy stood up and moved
toward her ass in duck steps, his clothes at his ankles, the
student smiled at the blonde guy and smirked: "So honey, you
don't object to stuff like 'slutty mouth' and 'cocksucker',
just '48 double E jugs, right......cocksucker?" The boys
were getting more and more excited about talking to her with
filthy language. The blonde guy smiled back and raised his
thumb victoriously. Lizzy said nothing and resumed her
passionate sucking of his dick. "Guess not," the student
said. Then he looked at the bald guy, who was slapping his
ha ck against her naked ass, "hey, asshole, I wanted to fuck
The bald guy smiled over at him. "Relax, bro', we're
ALL going to fuck her. I'll just fuck her a little." "Yeah
right," the student laughed. Lizzy looked back, her hand
groping for the bald guy's dick, "I don't think I'm wet
enough." The bald kid lay on his back and scooted under her
crotch, which he pushed himself up to by bracing himself on
his bulky arms. His grizzly beard rubbed against her smooth
inner thighs. His tongue found her clitoris and almost
immediately she began to jerk convulsively. The bald guy
quickly got back on his knees and jammed his rarin' to go
prick inside her. "Wet enough?" he gasped, promptly
working up to power strokes, "she's a fuckin' lake of cunt
juice. But nice and tight. Hey doesn't your husband ever
Back at his office, Lizzy's husband had to get off the
phone. But he could not pay attention to the systems
analyst complaining about the company's local are network.
Dale was eager to have an evening out with his wife and had
unsuccessfully tried to rush this second call. But he
thought, hell, it is business. They are paying me. Finally
they were done, and he called her on the cell phone.
The cell phone rang back in his family room. "Speak of
the devil, I bet that's your husband" the student said,
getting off the couch and kneeling at her side, attempting
to position his crotch so that she could jack him off. He
picked up the cell phone and shook it once in the air next
to her face. "Shall I take a message?" he grinned, stroking
He pressed "send" and held the green Nokia to her
face. Panting, Lizzy let the blonde guy's cock fall out of
her mouth. Her left hand immediately latched onto it and
jacked it fast and furiously. She was so grateful that the
student had held the phone to her ear and that her husband
had called her back. In fact her body demanded it. She
just had to do this.
The bald guy delighted in seeing the phone at her
mouth and fucked her harder and deeper. His loins smacked
against her, making her buttocks ripple. "Hello?" she said
into the phone, the part of her praying that it was not Dale
all but dead, the part praying that it was - on fire.
"Sorry about that," she heard Dale say, "I had to take
that call." The sound of his voice drove her crazy with
lust. "Hi honey," she managed to say, her breathing
suddenly interrupted with whimpers of pleasure she had never
known. She could barely talk. Her reaction was obvious to
the young cocksmen helping themselves to her body in her
home and the student was careful to keep the phone placed at
her ear and lips. "Fuck her harder!" he whispered to the
bald guy, who was doing some whimpering of his own. She
buried part of her face in the blonde's balls as the hard
cock within her pumped faster, pleasuring her hungry body.
"Where are you?" Dale asked. "How are you?" she
finally said. "You sound like you're out of breath," Dale
inquired, puzzled at the way his wife was sounding. "Uh,
I'm on the treadmill," she managed to add. "I thought maybe
those young guys were chasing you around the yard, trying to
get their hands on you" Dale laughed. "Just kidding," he
said. "Oh, well, they're here now, doing as they please to
my body," she said. "Just kidding," she added.
With that Lizzy's body skyrocketed into an orgasm.
This was unbelievable! It was so strong she began to laugh.
Dale went on: "So are you coming to the game?" He was
hearing sounds that came over the phone less like work-out
noises than cries of discomfort. And then he heard her
orgastic laughter. "Are you all right? Honey?" he said,
hearing no response. The bald guy then grunted wildlly and
shot his wad inside of her in four or five spasms, his hands
firmly grabbing her tits and pulling them out to the side
harshly as he climaxed. "I'm fine," she said, gasping. "I
guess I have been away from the treadmill for too long."
She was feeling so evil now, and she wanted to get
more wicked. She wanted Dale to do more talking so she
could take this experience as far as she could. "You know
Dale, I missed you today. And I would love to come to that
game," she said, and she dove into the blonde's dick and
took as much of it as she could into her mouth and into her
throat. She started choking, which made her lovers laugh.
"I hear laughter, what's so funny?" Dale asked. "The TV,"
Lizzy said, rubbing the man flesh all over her face, "this
prick on Rosie is such a he-man about his body he's funny,
and I'm choking. He's such a dick." Dale was struck by her
vulgar language; using words like this was not her style.
She rose up on her knees and pressed the phone
between her tits. "Who wants to fuck me?" she looked up and
smiled. The blonde guy whispered "me!" The dark student
said: "I'll fuck those tits." "Hang on a second," Liz said
to Dale, "that's the other line." She covered the mouth
hole with her hand and said to the blonde: "the couch opens
up. Hurry." They ignored her and the blonde guy grabbed her
and threw her on the couch, her tits bouncing and jiggling.
Picking her up like a rag doll he threw her on the couch
again and rolled her back and forth. "Look at those fuckin'
things shake," he smiled, his cock rubbing against her
thigh. The three youngsters watched fascinated as her huge
boobs in delayed fashion tumbled over toward the direction
her body was rolling to, then back the other way. The bald
guy chuckled and knelt down at her side. He squeezed and
sucked her tits.
Dale sat at his desk, waiting for his wife to return.
This would be their first outing at the ball park, he
thought. They could relax and have a few beers. The
weather was perfect for it.
Then the dark student pulled her by the shoulders so
that her head was hanging off one end of the couch. The
couch was part of a larger set and had no arms. He
positioned himself at the side of the couch and aimed his
long prick into her face. He rubbed it greedily over her
cheeks and eyes. Her one hand fastened on it and she
extended her tongue to its head. One foot resting on the
floor, the blonde guy parted her legs roughly and sunk his
monster cock between her soaking lips and deep into her
twat. He was impatient and began with deep, quick strokes.
His dick stretched her out more. His strong hand fastened
on her buttock, and slid into her ass crack, a finger
entering her asshole. She yelped with pleasure. Wide-eyed,
and craving what he was doing to her, Liz took her hand off
the mouth hole of the phone. After a few second she spoke
to Dale, her voice rippling with the thrusts of the blonde's
cock deep inside her body.
"I'm back" she said. "So how was your day? I want to
hear all about it," she said. "You want to hear all about
my day? This is a new one. It's boring," Dale asked. He
smiled that his wife was showing an interest in his work,
which was unusual.
She could not resist fucking these guys, with him on
the phone. She felt like she was going to cum again.
"Yeah," she panted to her husband, "walk me through it while
I work up a sweat here. I'm going to raise the angle and
speed on the treadmill honey. Just so you know about the
huffing and puffing...I'm so glad you bought me this for
Dale, still a bit bewildered at the vigorous sounds of
his wife's workout, began what was a five minute rundown
over the phone, sharing with her his day. He took pains to
explain technical projects he was managing. Meanwhile, the
student was pulling on her tits, into her neck and at her
face, while she eagerly guided his prick into her mouth. The
head of his warm, pulsing cock rammed into her tongue and
prodded its way into her throat. She struggled to breath
through her nose, and thrilled at the sensation of his
testicles mashing against her eyes and her nose. The blonde
kid gazed in the direction of her face and saw only two
fluffy masses of tit flesh, getting mauled by his buddy.
When Dale took pauses in his monologue by saying: "you
know?" or "right?" she, at first, would grunt or manage an
"oh really?" and then stuff the dickmeat back into her
hungry throat. Her lovers were no longer concealing their
own pleasure, yelling and panting freely, with profanity.
The student pulled on her nipples and jiggled her tits
ferociously, and repeatedly raised and lowered his crotch
onto and off of her face. His hairy balls slapped into her
cheeks as he jacked himself, his breaths growing shorter and
louder. Then she felt, but now could not see, a warm, stiff
prick sandwiched between the very generous mass of her
boobs. The student heartily pushed her soft tits together
so that they concealed his tool. He could not believe how
good it felt to bury his cock in these huge boobs.
The cell phone spilled onto the couch. She could
barely hear the tinny sound of Dale's voice over the phone.
The blonde pushed Lizzy's legs up, spread them wide,
and drilled harder at her cunt. His left foot dug in to the
carpeting and his right knee practically ripped the cushion
it kept stabbing into. His prick tingled and vibrated with
pleasure at the feeling of her tight pussy. She was
thrusting her ass at him, completely lost in the pleasure of
his fucking. He found her soaking clit, then grabbed her
fingers and guided them to slowly begin to jack it. She
instinctively began rubbing her clit with two fingers. She
and her two studs were moaning now, uncontrollably. She
thought of the phone, now tumbled onto the floor and went
over the edge, coming again, her cries of intense pleasure
muffled by the masculine ass smothering her mouth. The
brunette's buttocks rode relentlessly on her neck as the tit
fucking increased in pace.
Dale sat at his desk and was now more than puzzled.
He was hearing panting and cries but he was now convinced
that his wife was no longer on the treadmill. "Hello?
Hello?" He put it on speaker phone, oblivious to his
assistant staring into his office. Dale heard panting and
thumping, or the sound of something smacking. A sense of
shock swept over him. My God, he thought, is she having sex
with someone? He sat there, frozen, listening and not
wanting to jump to conclusions. Could this be happening?
His boss appeared in his doorway and signalled that he
needed him next door. He rose from his desk, alarmed,
intimidated by the sounds coming from his home. He was too
disturbed to turn off the speaker phone when he headed out
of his office. But his boss changed his mind, and urgently
needed to look at something on Dale's database and called in
two programmers and Dale's secretary. Dale's boss asked him
to grab a third manager across the floor. "We'll be pulling
that file his boss said as Dale, now remembering the speaker
phone, left with great reluctance to find the other
Dale's boss, Dale's assistant and the two programmers
entered his office and his boss sat in front of his PC. The
speaker phone was on, and one of them, not yet discerning
the nature of the sounds, playfully whispered: "Let's turn
it up." He pressed the volume all the way to the maximum
Meanwhile his wife had managed to find the phone and
went to press "end", but the sensation from this evil
fucking was too much and she left the phone on. Her hand
returned to her clit as the blonde's king size dick slammed
away, in and out of her cunt. He repeatedly pulled it all
the way out and jammed it in again, balls deep. Through the
sweat and the heat he looked at the brunette, just a foot
away from him, and they smiled and then high-fived. "Fuckin
A, what a slut!" the blonde yelled. The dark student's face
contorted and his head drooped. He grabbed roughly at the
large tits he was fucking and cried out in climax. He let
loose several strings of semen. The cum flew out of his
cock and some of it landed on the blonde. "Hey, fucker!"
the latter exclaimed. But the sight of his friend shooting
all over her sent him to a higher degree of stroking. He
slammed into her even harder and faster, his dick about
ready to explode. The student got off her and collapsed on
the r. Liz was almost in another world from the steadily
intense dicking. Her hand deleriously rubbed her clit and
her other pawed her tits, rubbing jizz on them.
The employees in Dale's office sat in disbelief,
hearing these sounds emanating from the speaker phone. The
man who had turned it up looked at the display, saying the
number out loud, then adding: "Uh, someone's having a REAL
good time at that number!" Everyone laughed slightly.
Dale's boss grinned and observed: "That's Dale's home
Dale then returned to his office with the other
manager. At his PC, Dale's boss began his search for the
file. He looked up at Dale and said: "Hey, are you all
right? You look a little pale." The carnal sounds were
clearly audible, and Dale looked in a panic at the phone's
speaker. He reached over to punch the speaker button to
shut down the call when his boss moved the phone out of his
reach. "This is one hell of a phone call you got going
here, my man, and you know we don't approve of porno on
company time" Dale's boss said, looking around at the
others, all of whom were grinning. Dale cleared his throat
and managed a grin: "Lizzy is really into working out these
Meanwhile, in the family room, the bald guy, now hard
again and standing over her, exclaimed to the blonde guy:
"Fuck that cunt, man. Fuck that horny slut." She screamed
as once again sexual climax overwhelmed her. The blonde
then yelled obscenities and let loose his man juices inside
her. The bald guy jacked off over her, yanking another load
out of his revived dick. He sped up his jerking and emptied
his nuts on her face and tits. Lizzy had never felt so
good. She lay there and rubbed semen over her body, a smile
of contentment forming on her cum-stained face.
The sound of the sliding door was barely heard. The
tatooed guy said: "Hey, what the fuck...Come out here and
babysit, assholes. You've been in there for an hour." He
walked in and stared at her. "Fuck me, look at those tits,"
he said. Lizzy sat up on the couch and said, "give me a
minute to wash up."
Dale was beyond shocked and humiliated to stand in his
own office, blocked from reaching his phone by his boss and
also by the guy who turned up the volume on the speaker
phone in the first place. In desperation Dale yelled: "Uh
Lizzy, you there? Can we talk later?" "She's really working
those muscles!" one of the other men in the office said,
After three tries Lizzy managed to get up from the
couch. She picked up the phone and said: "Hello?" Dale
could not afford to let on that he suspected her of
something adulterous and frantically shouted: "Lizzy? How
was your work out, honey?" Still out of breath she said:
"Fantastic. I never knew I could feel so good." She stared
at the older man and the goateed kid rubbing their crotches
and smiling intently at the sight of cum on her face and
"Oh I bet it felt good," Dale's boss muttered, making
everyone laugh. Dale ignored him and said: "So are we going
to the game tonight?" He was trying to salvage this
situation; there was no way these colleagues of his, and his
boss, were going to get the impression his wife was having
sex and that he was listening to it at work. "Oh yeah,
babe," she said, as the two guys opened their flies and
pulled out their hard tools. Dale said: "So that crazy
movie you had on while you were working out helped pass the
time?" His wife did not go for it. She said: "No movie
here. I turned the TV off after Oprah." Then: "Hey are you
on the speaker phone there? Are you and I not alone?"
Dale's boss jumped in and yelled: "Hi Lizzy, it's Phil. I
would say you are definitely not alone!" He sat back in
Dale's chair with a shit eating grin on his face. Lizzy
said: "Hi Phil!" She thought: this was even nastier! She
got on her knees, opened her mouth wide, and gestured to the
tattooed guy a e young goateed kid to walk over to her,
which they did.
Dale said to her: "We're having a meeting. Tell them
about the new treadmill that is working you so hard."
His wife welcomed the hard cocks by feeling them
mashing and slapping against her face. Her free hand
explored their balls and the shafts of the eager flesh.
Phil laughed: "Yeah Lizzy, tell us about the, uh,
treadmill. What's the treadmill's name and where did you
meet him? Or should I say 'them'?" As she took one cock in
her mouth, then another, she heard Dale complain: "OK Phil,
the joke is over." She saw that Dale's boss and co-workers
were suspecting her of something slutty and that Dale was
trying to avoid it. As she began slow blowjobs Dale and the
others bantered back and forth. Dale's voice was higher
pitched and nervous. So she laughed and said in a very
suggestive voice: "I like a treadmill that gives my ass a
tumble and stretches me out. If I get jiggled and bounced I
am happy. It's like making love." She heard cheers and
laughter. "Hey Dale," she heard a male voice say, "you
better switch her to a different exercise program!"
She was getting so hot she needed to slow down.
"Honey," she said, the feeling of the rigid manmeat getting
her wet again, "let me call you back about where to meet
you." She hung up. "Be right back," she said to the two
lovers and limped upstairs to soak a wash cloth and sponge
and use them to clean up her body. She tidied up her crotch
and ass areas and, refreshed, switched into the white bikini
from her drawer. As she adjusted it on her whore body she
noticed, to her amazement, that she still had a craving for
young cock. She was too much in the moment to stand back
and think about it. She needed more sex.
She slipped on some white high heels to go with the
bikini. She heard the cell phone ringing down in the family
room. She applied a fresh coat of lipstick, brushed her
hair, and turned to go downstairs when the tattoed guy and
the kid with the goatee, a lit cigarette in his mouth,
suddenly appeared in the doorway to the master bedroom.
"I was just coming downstairs to fuck you," she said,
a trace of surprise in her voice. The older, tattooed guy
began to unzip his shorts. "Yeah," he said with a deep,
rough voice, no trace of emotion in his face. "We thought
we'd come up here and help ourselves to your slutty ass
after watching your girls for half the afternoon," the kid
with the goatee smiled. "You owe us, big time" he said,
rubbing his crotch.
They were so much more sinister and aggressive than
the other three. The older guy walked up to her and his
strong, sun baked hands grabbed her around the ass and
pulled her toward him. "Get your husband on the phone," he
said, pulling the cell phone out of his pocket. She handled
the Nokia but hesitated to get him on the phone and said to
the older tattooed guy: "Let's go downstairs." He unzipped
his jeans and began stroking his big fat cock. Her eyes lit
up at the sight of it, and then the goateed youngster stood
at her side, pulling his shorts and jockeys off and throwing
his work shoes onto the floor. He was also rock hard, and
his dick had a large head. The older guy sat on her
conjugal bed and stared at her. Then he said: "Get those
big tits out and bend over for us," he commanded.
"Shouldn't we go to the family room?" she asked, her
tentative tone showing her getting hot at the idea of
fucking these guys in the master bedroom. The two men said
The tattooed guy took off his clothes as she pulled
off her bikini top. "Which pillow is your husband's?" he
said in his hoarse voice. She bent over in front of him,
her very weighty and full tits hanging down for his
pleasure. "The one on the left," she said. She closed her
eyes, her breasts feeling so good as four hands squeezed and
The goateed kid was standing behind her, his hard cock
pressing against her ass. Lizzy reached around and held his
neck for support. He said to his friend: "Check this shit
out." The kid put his hands on her tits and pulled them as
far to the side as he could, then let them fall toward each
other with a smack.. "Tryin' to pull my knockers out by the
sockets?" she said, smarting from the rough treatment.
"Holy shit, those are big tits," the older guy chuckled.
The guys took turns playing with her boobs.
The older guy, tattoos adorning the impressive muscles
of his arms and legs, fell back on the bed and pulled her
tits with him, causing her to fall over him. He grabbed her
and planted her so that her big fat boobs hung over his
head. His demanding hands pulled her tits into his face,
and his raspy beard scratched the smooth flesh of her
breasts. He sucked on her nipples, amazed at the size of
each globe as it hovered over him, then mashed into his
head. The goateed guy knelt on the bed behind her and began
fucking her. He licked her neck and back. The feeling of
his dick inside her and the guys' mouths working her over
was so pleasurable that she felt like she was starting all
over, but quicker. The fucking from downstairs had revved
up her pussy and she was running to another orgasm, she
could feel it.
The older guy held the phone with his index finger
poised to dial and said: "Let's call your husband, whore
wife." He almost hissed it, fingering a nipple. She gave
him the number and he dialed, looking at her with a smile.
She smiled back and lowered a tit to his face as held the
phone to her ear. As it rang the goateed guy reached over
and slid Dale's pillow toward them. "Let's not leave him
out of this slut fest," he said, watching lustfully as his
buddy enthusiastically sucked her big tits. He chuckled as
he fucked away: "We gotta show your man some respect."
Dale picked up the phone, shaken after his colleagues
had departed his office and his boss had whispered, patting
Dale's shoulder: "any time Lizzy wants to use MY treadmill,
have her call me."
He reached for the receiver and let out a sigh.
"Hello?" he said. "Hi honey!" his wife cried, with a
sparkle in her voice. Dale shuddered and said quietly,
"Liz, what the hell's going on over there?" The goateed kid
reached around and rubbed her clit as he gave her a hard
dicking. "What do you mean?" Liz asked, panting and
playfully shaking her knockers so that they smacked against
the older guy's face. He moaned and murmured "oh fuck
yeah", and she closed her eyes. Her hand locked around his
stiff cock and she jacked him hard.
Something told Lizzy that Dale must be hearing what
she was doing but was not exactly reacting like a normal
man. How could she push this to find out?
Dale said: "I mean when we spoke before I heard what
sounded like other people and what sounded like sex." His
tone was more apprehensive and almost curiously so. She
made no effort to conceal her panting and grunting and said
seductively: "Oh honey, I am just working this bod of mine,
to make you fuck me more." Dale could not fathom her dirty
style of speaking and found it stimulating. "I guess I have
to come straight out and ask you if you were doing something
that we need to talk about," Dale said. "You mean like
other guys fucking me?" she said. "Yeah," he said. She
decided to test him. "Like those guys working on the house
next door? You mean have I been fucking them?"
She waited for him to say something. With the carnal
noises coming from their bed, and her flip comments, it was
now that he would say something assertive or take the timid
route. The goateed kid threw her on her back so that she
lay across the bed sideways, her head at the edge. The
tattooed guy practically jumped on top of her and slid his
hot boner right up her pussy. Immediately he began fucking
her so hard she lost the phone. Her tits bounced wildly on
her chest. The goateed kid stood behind her head and
dropped his shiny hard on her face. He handed her the
Dale had been talking. "I'm sorry, honey, I dropped
the phone," she interrupted, "what were you saying?" She
could not help making animalistic sounds as she grabbed the
kid's prick with her free hand and slid her fingers up and
down its long stem. The kid grabbed Dale's pillow and
commanded her: "Put this on your tits. We need to include
Dale in the fun." She did so. Dale said: "Who was that?"
She said: "Actually some of those guys are here watching the
kids while I work out. Isn't that nice of them?" Her
slutty ass pushed back at the older guy to get a deeper fuck
from him. His hands buried themselves in her ass crack and
she felt a finger or two explore her itchy asshole.
Dale said: "I am very concerned about what I'm
hearing." His way of saying these lame words struck her
funny, and made her hotter. No effort from him to take
charge. He was just kind of going with it, passively.
"Want to speak to one of them?" she asked. She held the
phone up in the air toward the goateed kid and said: "Say
hi!" The goateed kid dug the extreme nastiness of what was
going on and said: "Hi Dale!" Dale said: "Who's this?" She
began jacking his cock, hypnotized at the thought of his
cock rocketing semen on Dale's pillow. "I'm one of the guys
next door. Hey, you got a nice wife and wonderful little
girls. Really. They're......" he paused, moaning with
delight as Lizzy anxiously worked his dick, her eyes glued
to it. "....really special," the kid continued. He felt an
incredible heat well up in his insides and the most acute
spasm of sexual release hit him like a wave. She laughed,
in thrall at the sight of several large, strong jets of
creme shooting from ock onto her tits and her husband's
Meanwhile the older guy's strokes had built up to an
almost violent level and he pulled his cock out and jacked
it over her chest. He came loudly, and much of his jizz
flew out in various directions. But some landed on her, and
she dutifully scooped the splats of man juice off her tits
and onto the pillow.
Stunned, Dale held the phone and sat there, his heart
pounding. He was stunned at what he was hearing and he was
stunned at his own intense sexual response to what his wife
seemed to be doing. He went to speaker phone. He heard a
male voice say: "Motherfucker, where did you learn to fuck
like that? Christ is she a hot slut!" Another voice said:
"Let's do her again."
Dale's free hand went to his crotch. He got up and
closed his door and sat in his chair, and did nothing. He
unzipped his pants.
Lizzy, now seeing that her husband was incapable of
outrage, said: "Honey, these guys are REALLY nice. Some of
them are working out with me while others are watching the
girls in the back yard. Is that OK?" While he was jacking
off Dale was feeling a sexual desire that was incredible.
He astounded himself by asking her: "Are these the guys who
were looking at your breasts?" His left hand went to his
nuts; he carressed them and threw his head back and closed
his eyes. His dick was harder than he could ever remember.
Lizzy smiled. "Yeah, these guys just can't get enough of my
Dale was breathing crazily now. "Are they looking at
them now?" he asked, "I won't stand for that." The tattoed
guy was rubbing his cock back and forth on her nipples, a
residue of jizz oozing out of his pisshole. Lizzy laughed:
"Oh, honey, they've been staring at my tits and making
comments about them ever since they got here." She held up
the phone and said to her lovers: "Haven't you?" They
grunted in agreement. Lizzy said to Dale: "Oh, honey,
they're looking at my tits right now, and I must say I feel
like fucking them. Is that OK with you?" Dale came in
buckets, then as soon as he did so, he hung up the phone.
It took him five minutes to breath normally.
Disgusted with her and with himself, he met her for
dinner and the ball game and said nothing about it; neither
did she. They went came home and said nothing about it.
They climbed into bed. Her pussy was sore.
He threw himself dejectedly into bed and said: "What a
day." He buried his face in his pillow and sniffed it, then
said: "Liz, this pillow case needs laundering, right?" She
acted confused and said: "It's just out of the drier. It's
clean." He looked at it and asked: "Are you sure?" "Yeah.