Trophy Wife Mounted and Stuffed

[Custer Laststand]

As always [Custer] you're a fountain of useful information...

I was pretty sure you'd appreciate that helpful suggestion...

This is one of those, it's okay as a fantasy but a disaster in the real world.

Oh...

Mike's reaction to finding out Mel was on birth control did seem to genuinely piss him off...

So, what did he expect of your sexually-active wife who is nearing the peak of her professional career and not expressing desires to take time off to raise a child? That she would be taking her chances?

...so for him I don't think it fell under the realm of fantasy.

Or, it was a fantasy he hoped would turn out to be real — but he was disappointed, it sounds like.

Oh yeah. It finally hit me that my sister-in-law looks like Connie Stevens. Same ass, but smaller breasts. Otherwise pretty close. You youngsters will have to google that name.

It's been quite a while since anyone accused me of excessive youth, but I had to google "Connie Stevens photos" anyway. If that's what your sister-in-law looks like, she looks pretty hot.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Connie Stevens and Jane Seymour

Shit, I'd forgotten how big Connie's breasts were, and I'm pissed because somewhere I have a picture of that great ass. The pictures I'm posting are from a movie she was in as a PI with of course an attitude. Pretty racy for it's day. She crosses the wrong group, and after she, and her boyfriend are done screwing they fall asleep.

Enter the hit man who takes care of the dude, but decides he wants a sampling of treasures before he kills her.
Unlike most of these where the heroine either ends up kicking ass or a hero shows up just in time...she gets fucked.

Notice the rope in one of the pictures. And, and the dude is black. She ends up getting the upper hand, but pretty hot sequence.

Failing to find Connie's ass I came across a picture of Jane Seymour in her younger days, and by God her ass is close enough.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Mike and Claire

Alright I made it halfway through before hitting a wall. Little too much happy juice. Booze you wieners, not the other stuff.

Custer I guess he figured I was cut so she was making everyone wear condoms, or taking the morning after pill which by the way gives Melissa a headache so not her favorite pill to take.

She does make the majority wear condoms by the way. They have to meet several criteria before she lets anyone in bearing gifts that may keep on giving and not in a good way.

By the way we had a great freaking time last night. Mel dressed to tease, and spent the evening letting guys get just a peek of the goodies before they disappeared. We noodled in her car parked in our garage. Not an older dude's favorite place, but good pussy is good pussy regardless of location.

And no I've never had bad pussy so save the smart ass remarks.

Gotta take a nap.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Custer I guess he figured I was cut so she was making everyone wear condoms...

Everyone but him, your brother thought (no doubt), so maybe he also thought your Mistress wanted to become pregnant by him. Wishful thinking...

She does make the majority wear condoms, by the way.

Not a bad idea, if she wants to avoid STDs. There's a lot to be said for that...

[A lover] has to meet several criteria before she lets him in bearing gifts that may keep on giving, and not in a good way.

Presumably the prime criterion is being willing to get lab-tested (not everyone is) and show her the results, verifying that he's clean...?

By the way, we had a great freaking time last night. Mel dressed to tease, and spent the evening letting guys get just a peek of the goodies before they disappeared. We noodled in her car parked in our garage. Not an older dude's favorite place, but good pussy is good pussy regardless of location.

That's cool...

And no I've never had bad pussy so save the smart ass remarks.

My mind reels with possible replies, but... well... no comment.

Gotta take a nap.

Nothing illegal about that.

 

[italiandude]

any news pal?

 

[jag]

Whats up with our favorite couple !

twerp all okay ?

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

I'm An Ass

Let's face it I post when I need help/advice, brag, show off my wife, or when I'm feeling like a wimpy little cuckold.

It's all about me.

I never finished the Mike/Claire number and that happened in what...January.

Melissa is having more fun than you can shake a dick at. See how I changed that to dick from stick? I'm killing myself.

Mel's sex drive has increased. I had not thought that possible. She likes her job, gets paid pretty well, has a husband who waits on her literally hand and foot, and she gets to have sex with other men with the endorsement of her husband.

Who wouldn't be happy?

We have the annual Labor Day Party coming up, and she purchased a bikini that displays her charms more than usual.

She is cuckolding me with one of the college football players that I hired for the summer. I'm certain I know which one, but unlike last year she's never said one word about who it might be, and if it's happened in our home I'm not aware of the coupling. She did her talent search in April walking into the building before the crews left. Her attire was normal or not terribly revealing, but they all noticed her, and for those who were around last year I'm sure they shared comments.

Second time it was tiny shorts and a tee top without a bra. Wanting to make sure there was no her mistaking her intent with my employees the button on the shorts was undone, and the zipper was pulled open an inch or so topped off with high heeled sandals, and that fuck me red lipstick.

That was the last time she put in an appearance for some time. The jock she selected is a defensive end. Six foot six and probably 220-230 pound bracket. He could of course break me in two without breaking a sweat. Unlike K.C. he has a harder time hiding his contempt for a clueless old little dicked cuckold. I have reason to believe that Melissa has not told him about our arrangement. I think she likes the stud believing that this is all going on behind my back.

I also believe this monster has had no issues with sharing his attempts at breeding the young wife of their boss.

We'll see what happens on Monday. Temperatures have been consistently in the mid-nineties so I expect the pool will be a busy place. I'll try okay? Can't promise anything, because I'd just screw up in answering.

Thanks for you patience, and hope you guys have a good Labor Day Weekend. I won't be thinking about you.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Ron,

Good to hear from you again. Regarding your subject line ("I'm an ass"): OK, if you say so. You obviously know more about that than the rest of us.

Let's face it. I post when I need help/advice, want to brag, show off my wife, or when I'm feeling like a wimpy little cuckold. It's all about me.

No a-priori motives are required for posting, so you're in the clear... Dig probably won't cancel your membership.

Melissa is having more fun than you can shake a dick at.

Very good. Maybe you have some literary talent...

See how I changed that to dick from stick? I'm killing myself.

Yeah, yeah, awright awready. I get it...

Mel's sex drive has increased. I had not thought that possible.

Some of the other cuckoldress-wives in this forum have said that, or admitted it in response to me asking when it seemed like that was happening. When a married woman starts taking other men then expands her repertoire, in many cases it seems the more other men she fucks the more she wants to fuck. I.e., her sexual capacity increases. Sort of like increasing one's strength and endurance by working out and running regularly, or something...

She likes her job, gets paid pretty well, has a husband who waits on her literally hand and foot, and she gets to have sex with other men with the endorsement of her husband. Who wouldn't be happy?

Sounds good to me. But, I suppose you must mean "What married woman wouldn't be happy...?"

We have the annual Labor Day Party coming up, and she purchased a bikini that displays her charms more than usual.

Excellent. Good to hear your boss-wife is paying attention to the essentials...

She is cuckolding me with one of the college football players I hired for the summer. I'm certain I know which one, but unlike last year she's never said one word about who it might be, and if it's happened in our home I'm not aware of the coupling.

How do you find these guys, anyway...? Do you post adverts for summer employees only in the locker rooms of college athletic teams...?

She did her talent search in April, walking into the building before the crews left. Her attire was normal or not terribly revealing, but they all noticed her, and for those who were around last year I'm sure they shared comments. Second time it was tiny shorts and a tee top without a bra. She Wanted to make sure there was no mistaking her intent among my employees. The button on her short-shorts was undone, and the zipper was pulled open an inch or so, topped off with high heeled sandals and fuck-me red lipstick.

Sounds like your boss-wife was casing the joint during her first visit to your "place of employment," and saw what she was hoping for. Then, as you point out, she wanted to make sure no one would mistake her intentions during her second visit (since her time is valuable).

That was the last time she put in an appearance for some time. The jock she selected is a defensive end.

How, exactly, did your boss-wife select him...? I assume she didn't just walk up and say, "Hi big boy, I want to fuck you..." (but maybe I'm underestimating her).

.... Unlike K.C., he has a harder time hiding his contempt for a clueless old little-dick cuckold.

Hey, whatever. As long as he does a good job working for your boss-wife (and you)...

I have reason to believe that Melissa has not told him about our arrangement. I think she likes the stud believing that this is all going on behind my back.

If that's the way your cuckoldress-wife likes it, and it sort of turns you on too, then that's the way it should be...

I also believe this monster has had no issues with sharing his attempts at breeding the young wife of their boss.

You mean, you suspect he isn't hesitating to "kiss and tell"...? Oh my...

.... Hope you guys have a good Labor Day Weekend. I won't be thinking about you.

I would hope not. Thanks for the update.

—Custer

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Surprise! Two Days In A Row

Custer
How do you find these guys, anyway...? Do you post adverts for summer employees
only in the locker rooms of college athletic teams...?

It started with a kid who had worked for my brother when he was in high school.
Mike told me he was one helluva worker, and if I was looking for summer help I
couldn't go wrong. I ended up hiring him, and another football player that roomed
with him. Just took off from there. It's hard outdoor work, but I pay better
than most people in the same position. I don't treat them like I'm some slave
freaking owner either. I give them an option on days like today, or any other day
when it's so hot out they just pour sweat. I can't pay the part timers for hours
they don't work, but I try to make the hours up somewhere else. Additionally I
give them the option of starting earlier so they can knock off before it turns
into a furnace. That's what we've been doing. Anyway, that's how it got started
and it's worked out well even before they had Melissa to look at.

Custer
How, exactly, did your boss-wife select him...? I assume she didn't just walk up
and say, "Hi big boy, I want to fuck you..." (but maybe I'm underestimating her).

"Rugged" good looks? Blond hair and blue eyes. Big feet and hands so she figures
he's big all over? She enters through the shop area, not the front office area
where you'd expect. I didn't watch her walk out. For all I know she slipped him
her cell number. If he calls he obviously has some sort of interest, if he
doesn't she moves on. I don't know. But yeah, underestimating her is a certain
recipe for getting big ass surprises.

Custer
You mean, you suspect he isn't hesitating to "kiss and tell"...? Oh my...

You're correct sir. It's all changed since we were their age hasn't it? Nailing
a MILF is a notch on the old head board to brag about, and when they look like Mel
it's double damn good. For Melissa I suspect it's a huge ego boost as well.
She's getting laid by guys about half her age. Or put another way which gets me
off, (and Melissa as well) old enough to be their mom.

Weekends are free or time spent together right now. I'm getting more than I can
handle. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I don't do anything about dinner until
seven o'clock. We try to knock off at five. That would give the stud, Rob by the
way time to meet my wife, and knock off a piece before she heads home. Mel's
first stop after getting home is to shower. No attempt to pull me into the
bedroom, and clean her pussy or give me sloppy seconds. That may change up
because of school, and football. Bottom line is she's pretty much always happy
and upbeat. When we screw it's a mix of love, role play, or dominance. Female
dominance in case there was any question about who is still very much in charge.

Alright I got some things to take care of before knocking off.

 

[fliplove]

Well written. For a liberal.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Well written. For a liberal.

I doesn't tink it madkes no matter what u does politic or not unles it does do if it don't u just wrte how you feel.

You forgot the adjectives, limp and dicked which should have preceded liberal. My mother would have torn that last number apart if for no other reason than ending sentences with prepositions. Fact of the matter is that mom would have died before proof reading any of my posts. If she hadn't chosen cremation I suspect she'd be rolling in her casket.

Thanks for the compliment "irregardless" of it's qualifier. One of employers back in the day would not stop using that word REGARDLESS of how often we corrected his ass. Think he was a conservative.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

I Got A BJ! I Got A BJ!

The Labor Day Party was not all fun, and games. Not going to deal with that right now however because I want to bask in the glow of what will always be a freaking swell memory awhile longer.

I, me, Ron, cuckold, received oral sex from a twenty year old woman! That's right, eat your freaking hearts out because she wasn't just good looking, she had talent.

She became upset with her boyfriend who it turns out is the same guy that is boinking Melissa. Noodling is when you have sex with your wife, significant other, or any two unattached people. Boinking is when one or more of the people involved is married, or damn close to taking the big step. But then you probably already knew that.

Oral sex does qualify, apologies to Clinton. She asked me if I could possible give her a ride to her apartment. Absolutely because I'm a good guy. What follows took place in my truck.

I was a teenager for a brief twist in time. After listening (important to listen, not just hear) to Dianne pour her heart out about what an asshole her boyfriend had become I gently suggested that perhaps it was time to move on or at least explore other options. Honestly I had no inclination towards any kind of intercourse other than verbal. Yes, there were some tears, and it seemed quite natural to give her a fatherly hug.

I may have made mention that her boyfriend (Bob, he hates to be called Rob) was too immature to realize what a truly beautiful, intelligent, strong woman she was, and that was just a waste.

The hug ended up with her looking me in the eye before she kissed me. Obviously there is some kernel of truth to the, "Eyes are the window to your soul" number. Apologies to Bush who said that's how he knew Putin was a good dude.

Dianne said please. She was asking me if it was okay. To be very clear here she asked me if we could proceed.

That Goddamn chastity device was at home defending it's own honor.

I told her repeatedly, twice, that her gratitude was not necessary before giving myself over to the pleasure she was providing. Doesn't matter that she may have been stretching the truth when she described my penis as, "Just right." I didn't, and don't care.

Made love to my little buddy.

This was not a Hoover. It was a Dyson which as we know never losses it's suction. If she had asked I would have adopted her. Right around twenty minutes start to finish. The finish was porn quality, hell the entire session was porn quality. Dianne did not swallow the entire load, but rather kept enough in her sweet mouth for my viewing pleasure before it disappeared. She was surprised when I wanted to share a deep French kiss immediately after as Bob, nor any other recipients of her charms, would have anything to do with what they considered a disgusting act.

I'm not sure what would have happened if I hadn't been time pressed. Probably nothing, and I'm fairly certain it was a one time occurrence, but oh baby what an occurrence.

If she choses to end her "exclusive" relationship with Bob I truly believe it will be a wise decision. That it couldn't happen to a nicer guy is just a bonus.

Another relationship ended yesterday. I told Bob he wouldn't be coming back next year. Once in awhile it's good to the king.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Well written. For a liberal.

One of the most reliable indicators of an empty head is calling someone else a "liberal" and considering that an intellectually-sufficient reply to any argument (and a scathing insult).

 

[Custer Laststand]

Query by Custer: How do you find these guys, anyway...? Do you post adverts for summer employees
only in the locker rooms of college athletic teams...?

Reply by Ron: It started with a kid, Bob, who had worked for my brother Mike when he was in high school. Mike told me Bob was one helluva worker, and if I was looking for summer help I couldn't go wrong [with him]. I ended up hiring Bob and another football player who roomed with him. It's hard outdoor work, but I pay better than most people in the same position. I don't treat them like I'm a slave
owner. I give them an option on days like today, or any other day when it's so hot out they just pour sweat. I can't pay the part timers for hours they don't work, but I try to make the hours up somewhere else. Additionally I give them the option of starting earlier so they can knock off before [the day] turns into a furnace.

If so, you're a good man. (Sounds like you and your boss-wife live in Phoenix or someplace comparable in the desert southwest.)

The Labor Day party was not all fun and games. Not going to deal with that right now, however, because I want to bask in the glow of what will always be a swell memory.

Maybe you could tell us about it after you come down from your blow job high...

I, me, Ron, cuckold, received oral sex from a twenty year old woman! That's right, eat your hearts out. She wasn't just good looking, she had talent. .... etc ....

Sounds like a case of "revenge is sweet" superimposed on the erotic sweetness of your blow job...

She became upset with her boyfriend [Bob] who, it turns out, is [my summer employee who has been fucking my boss-wife] Melissa. .... etc .... Yesterday, I told Bob he wouldn't be coming back next year. Once in a while it's good to be the king.

Really... that has the sound about it of a good "management decision."

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Boss Publicly Humiliated 2A

I didn't realize until Bob took off just how pumped up and tense I'd become. Took a couple of deep breathes before heading back. Louise was keeping an eye out for me, and walked up to me with a beer in her hand.

"Tell me you fired his ass." There was some fire in her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I did Louise but it really wasn't just about today. I know how that sounds but.."

"Stop right there. You should have gotten rid of him sooner. I know that, the guys know that, and I don't think you broke any of the boys hearts either. Why didn't you dear?"

I'd known Louise years before she started working for me, and she's five years younger than I am, but unless there are customers around she always calls me dear. She always had my back. She was very good at her job. I couldn't replace her with a person of equal ability. She brought more to the table. Generally speaking she could read me like a book. On occasion it came dangerously close to having my mother around. I don't know that you could say we loved each other, but I was very fond of her, and I'll sure as shit miss her if she leaves. It's not in any way sexual. She's married with children, and a couple of grandkids. I don't think I've ever seen her down. She's a rock.

I loathe letting people go which is how I say it because firing seems harsh. Unless you're a total fucking prick who gets off on it like say...Donald the Fucking Duck Trump.

"I don't know. I should have. I guess I just kept hoping he'd shape up."

"And I thought he was fucking my wife and she'd get pissed."
NO, I didn't say that.

Louise wanted me to be happy. She'd never mentioned the age difference between Mel and I after they were first introduced. They got along well, and Louise had on more than one occasion mentioned how impressed she was with Melissa's accomplishments. On the other hand few things taking place around the business slip by her watchful eye. If I wasn't a 100% certain of that before she drove it home now.

She assured me that if I didn't hold my head high, and put what had happened in it's place she was gonna be pissed.
She does not need the money from her job by the way. Her husband owns a very successful business. Louise drives a BMW currently. Trades every three years. She doesn't need to make me feel good is what I guess I'm saying. Also means that she can be stone cold dead honest with me.

Right about here Mel joined us. Her start was about the same as Louise, and followed along those same lines as to where I should put the incident which included what little feedback she'd heard. Mel put her arms around my neck gave me a kiss.

"You're my husband I love you now, and forever you know that don't you?"

"Yeah, but it's still nice to hear. What about Ron Jr. still love him?" I can only take serious shit about so long.

Some laughter between the two ladies.

"Oh God honey they all turn into turtles when they're cold."

Louise added that the size of a man's chipper was low on her list of determining a man's worth.

Nope, I'd not ever heard Louise or anyone else use that term. Chipper.

Mel said she needed another drink and asked if she could get us anything before giving me a peck on the cheek and walking away from us.

Louise was watching Melissa. When she was out of ear shot I got the you know I love you don't you number from Louise. Trouble, that one is always going to be trouble because there is a heavy but coming. She told me that certainly with Bob, and to one extent or another with the others part of the problem was the image that Melissa portrayed. Wow, that got my attention. Like what was my question, and Louise said like right now.

"What are you talking about?" I was truly mystified.

She was looking me right in the eye. "She doesn't have a stitch on underneath that cover up."

Mel's cover-up was a black nylon skirt, but nothing she'd ever wear any other place because it was too short. It was tight. I looked, and even at some distance I knew Louise was right. I couldn't remember when she'd put it on because I'd been more than a bit occupied. If she sat down it wouldn't really make any difference how she placed her legs, you were going to be able to see my wife's baby bald pussy. If there was any question left it disappeared when she sat down with a few of the younger boys to chat. Mel pulled a chair up in front of theirs and crossed her legs. Eyes like lasers pulled to the area between my wife's legs.

"You and I both know that there have times when she's shown up at the building dressed like a teenager, and she comes in through the shop Ron. I'm not suggesting she means to flaunt it for the guys, but the result is the same. I am not telling you what to do or how to live your life at all. You both seem very happy, and I just want it to stay that way. All I'm saying is that it would be better all around if Mel toned it down a bit. If I'm out of line or way off base I apologize. I'm just trying to help dear."

Fuck me. We're not going with the truth here are we? Last thing I want to do is pretend it's all on Mel, and I don't want to have them pissed at each other. Pretty sure that when Louise say, "dressed like a teenager" she was being polite. Sounded better than tramp or slut.

"It's on me Louise...I'm embarrassed to tell you that I really like it when she dresses, and it shows off a bit. I don't know it's an ego, macho, male number. Look what I've got and you can look but you can't touch. Shit Louise I don't deserve her, and I have to pinch myself once in awhile to make sure it's real."

Louise attempted to cut me off, but I didn't let her.

"Let me finish. This, what she's doing right now...that's too far, but what is going to happen after the party's over is that we'll end up...Louise we'll end up in bed and Mel will tell me how naughty she was today, and what she did, and it will get me really freaking excited."

I had not been looking at Louise while I talked. I couldn't because if I'd have seen the slightest sign of disappointment from her I'm not sure I could have taken it. Her response was not what I expected to say the least.

She threw her head back and laughed. Not a chuckle number. Damn close to a belly laugh number. Loud enough to garner some attention. She had tears in her eyes before she regained some control. She had her fingers against my chest by this time as if she needed someone to steady her.

"What? What? Louise what's so freaking funny?"

I halfway thought that her laughing had something to do with the size of my pecker in relation to what I'd told her.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...it's just that...oh God Ron. I just put something together, and that made me think of something else..."

"Louise?"

"Alex?"

"Yeah, what about Alex?"

Alex is sixteen, and that's as young as it gets in the company because you got to have a driver's license.

"Do you remember when Mel walked into the shop this spring wearing the shorts, and not much else?"

"Yeah."

"Well Alex went to the bathroom just after she left and he didn't come out and he didn't come out, and finally someone yelled at him that they had to get going. He shouted back that his stomach hurt, and he was going to have to go home.
When I tidied up before leaving I remember that there was a bunch of paper towels in the trash all stuck together. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the deal was, thought it was pipe glue and now I know that it wasn't his tummy that was bothering him. The thought of that poor boy abusing himself just hit me as funny, and I'm sorry but I went from there to this image of all of the boys getting home and the first thing they did was pull off their shorts, and dream about Melissa. All the trees that have died as a result of Mel using hardly any. I'm sorry dear it's just me, but us old broads aren't often presented with something like this. Do you know that I almost sniffed it?"

Laughed again.

"I cannot wait to tell my husband."

Okay, maybe could do without that, but I sure as shit was relieved with her reactions.

"You boys and your toys." She was smiling.

"Just suggest to her that it's probably better if teenage boys are trying to look up teenage girls skirts, and that if it happens too often it'll hurt scheduling."

"What would I do without you?"

"You'd be bankrupt dear. We both know that. Give me a kiss."

That's not what it sounds like. Code really. I'm balding and my hair is close cropped. The kiss takes place when I lean my head forward and down that so she can plant one there.

"Don't let her wear you out, we've got a busy day tomorrow." Was her parting shot.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Shit. Didn't get the second part finished. Close though.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Melissa and Her 16yr. Old Lover

Things started to wind down. Older folks leaving first followed by those who were
old enough to drink or for those not quite of age, a party where it wouldn't
matter. Mel and I had started to pick the place up when there were just two boys
and a girl left just outside the clubhouse. It was getting close to dark. The
left over food would be put into my truck, and I'd take it to work on Monday.

That's where we were at when Mel said my name and as I looked at her she popped
her breasts out of the bikini top. Her nipples were at attention.

"Do you want to suck on these?"

"You know I do."

Mel pinched and pulled on them while moaning a little. I looked out to make sure
we weren't visible to the kids. She wanted to fuck while they were still here was
my thought. Hey, maybe she wants to get caught, and let them know how great the
sex is, and the story will spread.

And, and, maybe monkeys will soar from my backside.

She lifted her cover-up to show me what I already knew. Slipped a finger into her
pussy before licking it off with her tongue.

"I taste so good. Want some? Those boys do."

She dipped two fingers into her pussy before presenting them to me. It did taste good.

Then she stepped back and covered up. Shit. Those kids needed to go home because
I was getting laid.

Mel grabbed her purse and produced a blue pill.

"Take this."

I did so at once.

"I'm going to freshen up (hate that phrase but used it anyway) and you need to
stay in the kitchen until I get back. Understand cuckold?"

And in an instance I realized once again I had been reeled in, and landed.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good boy."

Melissa was gone less than five minutes, but the change in appearance was
dramatic. She had on her sandals with a three inch heel, but she'd been wearing
those. Now she was in full war paint. Darkened her eye make-up, and her lips
were covered in my favorite red slut color. That gave her a look with attitude,
but the show stopper was the cover-up skirt. She'd rolled, tucked, whatever in
order to turn it into a fucking head band. It just covered her pubic area in the
front, and the top of her ass was just visible. The bottom covered her pussy, and
cheeks, nothing more.

It was terrible, inappropriate, illegal, and wonderful. Jesus Christ my wife is
fucking hot.

"In ten minutes you're going to put your head out the door long enough to tell me
you're leaving because you've got to get the food in the refrigarator, and that's
what you'll do, but don't come."

Mel stopped for a second.

"Are you listening to me pussyboy?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You'd better be, do you realize how embarrassing it was for me today?"

What? "Yes Mistress."

"To have all those people think that I'm satisfied being married to a man
with...how did Bob put it...no penis. I was mortified, and you let him spank you.
How long were you going to stand there making sure everyone got a good look? It
was all I could do not to pull Bob's trunks down so I could suck on his cock. Do
you know why I didn't? Do you know why?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"Mistress, no Mistress."

"Because I was afraid you'd beat me to it, and you're a better cocksucker than I
am aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"He could have ***** you."

Jesus. It was happening.

"You wouldn't have been able to stop him. I wish he had just pulled you back in
the pool bent you over the side so you could see everybody, and ***** your cunt.
But he wouldn't have to would he pussy? Because you'd have loved it so much you'd
have ended up begging.

I saved you. They all know that you have a baby penis, Christ I felt like a child
molester. At least they don't know that you're a faggot. What do you say?"

"Thank you Mistress."

"Pussy. You're lucky I don't have more time or I'd spank you in front of those
kids."

"Yes, thank you Mistress."

"I'm going back out there now cuck boy. Those two boys are going to see the
boss's wife all but naked. Maybe they'll see me naked. They are going to see my
tits. Would you like me to show them my big white tits slave?"

That's how long it took. I was starting to get hard. Hard having her talk about
my humiliation just a couple of hours earlier.

"Yes..yes I want them to see your beautiful breasts Mistress."

"It will look like an accident. I retied the knot behind my neck. It just needs
a little pull, and my tits will be there for them. I'll be just like you...I
won't be in a hurry to cover them up. I'll even ask one of them to help me
because I must be too ***** to do it myself. I'm going to bend over when he ties
it and guess what the other two will see? Everything, and I'm already soaking
wet. God I wish I was single again."

I moaned.

"Enough. Don't need you cuming in your trunks. Ten minutes starting now, and
don't you dare sneak around trying to get a look."

And with that she walked out of the kitchen towards the front door, and I glanced
at my watch before starting to play with my penis.

It was a sure thing? Was dawning on me that there had been no indication from
Mistress that she might get laid. She gave no hint that there was an if factor.

Granted Alex had jerked off in the bathroom thinking about her but he had a date.
I couldn't see her creating a scene that would end with the girl making it a point
to tell everyone she knew what a slut my wife was, but maybe Mistress thought she
could entertain both of them.

That left Rusty, real name Dale also sixteen, and of course a read head, but not a
Ginger, a Daywalker. If you don't know the difference start watching South Park.
Rusty wasn't very tall, and he was slender. Sinewy would best describe his build.
Deceptively strong. It had been his first year, and was not going to be his last.
The kid was a great worker. Only had to shown something one time. When he
finished a task he came looking for more work rather than screw around until he
got told what to do. He would join in conversations, and laugh at jokes, but he
rarely inititated either. His rust colored hair was thick and almost curly. He
was I guess alright looking, but I've never been able to figure out what any
particular woman might find attractive. He didn't play football. Soccer which of
course he didn't talk about in front of football players.

Misdirection. Card tricks, and magicians, and I thought Melissa. She had
intentionally sold me on Bob, and I'd been more than willing to believe it because
he was the biggest, nastiest elephant in the room. It's what turned me on. A
giant manhandling my wife while she tried to take all of his huge cock. I had
been masturbating to the image.

Quiet, reserved, respectful, hard working Rusty.

She'd done a pretty public number once before which I'm sure has been forgotten.
K.C.'s sixteen year old brother Kyle who if I hadn't intervened she might have
ended up screwing at the party. Sixteen, legal age of consent in the state. The
hot Principal surrounded by teenage boys five days a week, but she couldn't risk
touching any of them. I wondered about the logistics of finding a time, and place
for most of the summer. Where do you screw a sixteen year old when you aren't
doing it at home, and that just didn't fit.

Or maybe I was just bat shit crazy. Either way I was about to find out.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

16 Yr. Old Lover

Ten minutes. I took a deep breath and poked my head out the door. Mel was
sitting next to Alex whose girlfriend was sitting on his lap. Rusty was directly
across from my wife who absolutely was making sure he could see her pussy.
I called Mel's name and told her what I was supposed to when to my surprise she
said she'd give me a hand. Rusty volunteered but she told him to stay put. I
waited at the door for my wife. She backed me inside and told me she was going to
carry one container of food out while I would have two so our hands would be full.
I was to be directly behind her where they couldn't see my hands. Balance the
trays on one arm so I could give the long string of the bikini top behind her neck
a tug.

She was going to make me do it, not just tell her it was okay. I was the one who
was going to make sure the kids got to see her breasts. I did it. I was the only
one who couldn't see the display.

"Ron! How could you? You're such an ass sometimes."

Swell, now I was a real pervert.

"Rusty would you be a dear and help me out?"

He was up like a rocket while I the husband stood there like a fucking clown.
His intention was to take the tray, but Mel told him no she just wanted him to
re-tie her top. She bent over at the waist as if she needed to give him access,
but what it really did was put her mouth about level with his cock, and *******
her ass to Alex and his girlfriend.

"Make sure it's tight, I don't want that to happen again."

Mel made no move to cover her ass until after she was out of there sight headed
for the truck. I followed like a whipped dog not saying a word until I had opened
the truck.

"Rusty?"

"I'm sorry were you addressing me?"

"Mistress, are you having sex with Rusty?"

"Are you asking me if Rusty bends me over anytime he wants, anywhere he wants any
place he wants, and fucks me until I scream?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then the answer is no. I'm Rusty's girlfriend. We make love."

"Oh."

"Off you go then." And with that Melissa turned and walked away.

Mel called about thirty minutes later telling me to pick her up. Not in a real
good mood either. Lover's quarrel. Evidently my intelligent wife never really
took into consideration that while I do hire new summer help every year there is
some roll over. Boys talk. Melissa told Rusty not only hadn't she ever screwed
any other employees, but no other male period. This was her first affair.

What follows is poetic or literary license to make it more interesting based on
what Melissa told me.

=====================================================================
Rusty:
"Dave says you screwed other guys who worked for Mr. K. He says you like guys
younger than you and you let them screw you. You told me I was the first one.
You lied to me."

Mel told him that Dave didnt' know what he was talking about, and it was all talk.
Guy talk.

"They said that you walk into the shop dressed like you did in the shorts and
that's how you tease them before you start screwing around."

He was pressing pretty hard, and worse yet for Melissa it was true. She told him
that is was even worse at the school where boys were always making up stories
about her, and trying to get away with seeing something they shouldn't or touching
her. Then she back pedaled a bit and told him that part of what she had done
today had been to torture me because I knew I wasn't going to get any that night.

It had been her intention to please Rusty, not hurt his feelings.

"Bob said you hit on him but he told you he didn't screw old women otherwise you'd
have been all over him."

"Bob's a liar. You saw what he did today. That's because he hit on me and I
turned him down so he took it out on my husband."

"What about K.C.?"

Not good. Mel hesitated here trying to get her ducks in a row. It's about what
you know as opposed to what can be proved.

"Oh honey, I don't know what kind of lies people have been telling you, but it
just never happened. Maybe it's because I treat them like I'm their mom
sometimes, and they take it the wrong way. Maybe it's because they wish it's what
happened. When I dress sexy it's because my husband wants me to, and today I did
for you as well, but not to make you feel bad. I'm so sorry baby."

"So his brother didn't feel you up at a party and let everybody see your tits?"

At this point he must have seen it in her face.

"You liar! You're a liar! I hate you! Don't touch me." He was trying hard not
to cry according to Mel. More anger than sadness.

Mel was breaking down. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry my baby...but I only did that for
my husband...baby...I'd never hurt you...I'd"

"I'm not your fucking baby...you're not my mom...you're just a...*****."

Melissa was bably shaken, and Rusty was already off the table and reaching for his
clothes.

"Rusty...Rusty look at me...Rusty."

He couldn't get his clothes on quick enough.

"Oh Rusty can't you stay and love me for just a little bit...I'll do anything you
want...Rusty say something."

"If you want to do something for me don't ever tell anybody we fucked especially
your husband. I like him, and you don't deserve him."

"Rusty...oh I'm so...

"You like showing your tits and ass so much you'll find somebody else."

"No Rusty no you can't do this please don't do go Rusty...I'm sorry I lied to
you...Rusty!"

He left

We didn't speak until we were inside the house. "I am so fucked. Why did I do
that? Jesus Christ if he tells his parents...fuck!"

I tried to reassure her, but she wasn't having any of it until finally she told me
I had to call him. What the fuck was I supposed to say?

"He likes you and he likes working for you. He wants to come back next year.
He'll listen to you. Just tell him it's what you want me to do. Tell him
anything that works. Please call him before he does something and it's too late."

"Fuck."

"He wants to go on a real date. Tell him I'll do it. We can go anywhere he wants
and do whatever. Tell him that."

"Really? Tell him that when he's totally infatuated with you. He thinks he's in
love with you Melissa, and you've got more than a fuck thing going on yourself
don't you?"

Not really he was just so fucking adorable, etc. etc.

I could incidentally see some of Mr. Adorable's sperm on Mel's inner thigh so he'd
left her a present before taking off. At least the kid had his priorities in
order.

I told her I needed some time to get my thoughts together. Melissa figured she'd
help me along, and at least for a time reverted to the tried and true. She
dropped and spread her legs giving me an unobstructed view of her recently fucked
pussy.

"I don't want you to clean me until your cum is mixed with his."

"Mel, I'm not sure nows the time to be screwing around, and given EVERYTHING that
took place today I'm not really in the mood."

She didn't disagree, but shed her bikini top, and played with her breast with one
hand while the other went to her pussy.

How many of you guys have watched a woman masturbate? Seriously. I've been
fortunate to have witnessed three women perform this number and the effect it has
on me is consistent.

"Oh God Rusty...he's so young and so hard...it slaps against his belly and it
fills my married cheating cunt. He never stops. He'd fuck me all day if he
could, and just tear me apart."

It was working.

"He loves to spray his goo all over my tits and face...there's so much of
it...tonight he took me like a dog. His bitch...I'm his bitch...I want to be his
bitch...fucking slut...he fucked me on his bed in his parent's house...oh fuck...I
screamed...I wanted his dad to catch us...catch a married cunt taking his
son...oh..oh...Ron...better he's so much better than you."

Don't tell me you wouldn't have okay?

As soon as my cock hit her pussy she owned me again, and knew I'd make the call.
After she sat on my face rather than spreading her legs. There was a lot of sperm
in her pussy. Mel talked to me while she got off again, and at least convinced
herself if I was a real man none of this would have ever happened.

We were just getting ready to shower together when my cell rang.

It was Rusty. He called me, and poured his heart out. I decided he must be
Catholic because the famous guilt factor had been killing him. He was so sorry,
his parents would kill him if they ever found out he'd had sex period let alone
with a married woman. The kid had a real set of balls on him. I couldn't imagine
making that type of phone call regardless of my age.

He finally broke down and started sobbing. And I felt like total dog shit. Mel
was close enough to catch most of what he was saying, and I hoped she could tell
from my expression that I was less than pleased with her.

How do you explain to a sixteen year old kid who had a good upbringing with
happily (I assume) married parents that you get off on your wife having sex
outside of the marriage? Not to mention the cuckold factor. I'd just fucked my
wife while she talked about having sex with him.

I was on the phone to him for over an hour, but by the time I hung up I had a
handle on things. I'd put most of the blame on myself. We talked again the next
day, and before I was done he'd agreed to come to the house Sunday. Told him to
just tell his folks I wanted him to come back next year, and that we'd be watching
some football together.

By the time he left he was a happy camper. I was feeling pretty good myself, and
Melissa had received what she deserved, but not fully expected making for an eventful
day.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Friday

I'll make a serious effort to tie up the Labor Day episode by Friday. The final(?) portion of which happened on Sunday.

I would also mention that the principles, no pun, are I believe all quite satisfied with the results.

I'd have done it today but I blew off work this afternoon and spent time in what used to be my favorite haunt. Great time with the still lovely owner, and no assholes jerking me around about my life style.

 

[unclem]

Fantastic Twerp... always great to read your posts. And the pics are incredible as always.