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We all have those naughty thoughts after marriage. Those wanton desires... you miss the thrill of experiencing someone and something new. The sexual longing to be satisfied in ways you never imagined... What if you were granted the chance to fulfill these taboo wants?

It was late on a Friday night, close to midnight, and I found myself alone in the downstairs of my large, exquisitely furnished home. My husband, Ronny, had retired to bed, telling me that he was tired after a long week at the university where he worked as a Professor of Philosophy. He was a successful man and we had never been short of money. My beautiful surroundings were testament to that.

Expensive watercolor paintings

adorned the walls, with family portraits nestled in between. I stood in front of one. It was Ronny and I with our two children – twins – right before they had left for college. Both Tyler and Jenny had chosen to go to school out of state. I missed my son and daughter a lot these days. I had been a stay at home mom since they were born and now that they were gone, grown up, I often wondered what I was supposed to do. Ronny didn't pay me as much attention as I would have liked. He left

the house at seven thirty every morning, Monday through Friday, and most days I wouldn't see him again until after six pm. When he did come home, he would tuck himself away in his office, correcting papers or creating exams for his students. On those rare occasions my husband had free time, he was a lover of golf. He would go to play with some of the other professors and this too would see him gone for hours on end. I guess you could say that I was kind of lonely.

In the living room that night, I lay back on the plush couch stretching myself out. I pointed the television remote at the large flatscreen mounted on the wall and began to flick through the channels. At this hour, there wasn't much on that I cared to watch. Usually I liked cookery shows, taking an interest in learning to whip up a new delight in the kitchen, or some of those terrible, but at the same time, addicticting reality shows. I searched in vain for something to pass the time but encountered only telesales, repeats and the news.

Suddenly, large bouncing breasts filled the screen! Ah, the adult channels. I must admit I had always been curious about these. I lowered the volume so as not to wake Ronny. I couldn't imagine how my husband would react if he were to walk into the room to find me watching porn.

On tv, a dark haired, big busted lady was bent over and being filled from behind by possibly the longest and thickest cock I had ever set eyes on. I couldn't stop staring at it! My husband

had a big dick that I had always been crazy about but it paled in comparison to this. I loved how this one looked and how the pussy wrapped around it was stretching to accommodate its girth. How good would that feel inside of me, I thought longingly to myself. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my pyjamas and beneath my panties.

My pussy was already wet. “Mmm!” I moaned, as I slid a finger inside my slick little slit. I imagined being bent

over this couch, taking that cock. I circled my fingers over my clit. It felt so good. Ronny and I had enjoyed a passionate sex life in the past but since his latest promotion, he'd been so busy with work. I was really missing it. I was really missing being fucked. I thrust my fingers inside my pussy, transfixed on the screen. “Fuck me!” I groaned. How badly I wanted a big dick! I came, feeling the waves of orgasm throughout my entire body and lay panting on the sofa. I really need to do something about our sex life, I surmised.

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On Saturday morning, I woke to find the bed empty. My husband was an early riser and the clock on the night-stand read that it was after nine am. I crept out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. Ronny was there, sitting at the table, sipping coffee and reading the morning paper.

“Good morning, Heather!” he greeted me. I poured myself some coffee and went to sit beside him.

“Morning sweetie, what are your plans for today?”

I thought that perhaps today was the day Ronny and I could reignite some of our former spark, if you know what I

mean! “I'm going to play golf. There's a really important tournament on today, didn't I tell you?” was his response. Going to play golf, of course. I tried to hide my disappointment with a smile.

“Well, have fun!” I told him and as I left the kitchen to go for my morning shower, I shouted back a good luck wish.

In the bathroom I stripped off my clothes. The anticipation I'd been feeling when I had woken hadn't yet faded. My nipples were hard and stood out away from my body. I cupped my tits in my hands, fondling them. For a woman of forty-two, they were still pert and full. I rolled my nipples between my fingers. They were so sensitive, I loved to have them teased. From my breasts, I allowed my hands to roam down my body. I had an hourglass figure – wide hips spreading from my narrow waist. Ronny had loved to fuck me doggie style so he

could see my shapely body and jiggly butt. I was by no means perfect but I thought I still looked pretty good.

I stepped into the shower and the hot water flowed over my curves. I soaped up and as I washed over my tidily trimmed lady garden, I slid my fingers between my legs to part my lips. God, I was horny! I wondered if maybe I could seduce my husband later that evening when he returned from his golf tournament. I needed to feel a man's

touch, my own just wasn't enough to fulfil my sexual want and desires anymore. ~~~

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“I'm leaving, honey! See you later, have a good day!” Ronny called up the stairs. I was sitting in front of my dressing table, doing my make up. “Bye Ronny!” I shouted back. I finished off with a touch of mascara and made my way downstairs. Maybe I could go to the mall, I thought, pick up some new sexy lingerie. When we were younger, my husband loved to see me in those skimpy thong panties whereas I favored the

more comfortable bikini cut. I could surprise him by wearing a lacy thong, he would love that! The doorbell ringing interrupted my thoughts. I went to answer it.

“Hi!” the man standing on the doorstep greeted me. He was quite a lot taller than I and muscular. He had that salt and pepper hair I found ridiculously attractive and some light stubble on his face. He held out his hand. “I'm Luther, I just moved in next door, thought I should

introduce myself!”

His handshake was firm but warm. “Hi Luther, I'm Heather” I smiled. I invited him in for coffee. I figured I didn't have anything more pressing to do and I liked to make newcomers to the neighborhood feel welcomed. Ronny always said I was too trusting and shouldn't allow strangers into our home. I preferred to think the best of people.

I guided Luther to the kitchen and he sat at the breakfast bar. “So Luther, where have you moved from?” I questioned. He told me that him and his wife had just divorced, that they'd been living in Boston for the last twenty years where she was originally from and now he'd decided to return home.

“I'm sorry to hear of your divorce.”

“Don't be!” he chuckled, “It's for the best. We're both a lot happier now!”

I passed a freshly brewed coffee to him and he smiled a thank you. “What about you? Married, single, divorced?”

“Married.” I answered. The smile on his face crumpled. “Oh, that's a shame!” he replied. The cheeky glint in his eye said it all. I flushed. “Don't be

embarrassed, Heather! I was just kidding! Though you are a very beautiful woman and if you'd said single, I probably would have asked you out on a date with me.”

I loved his confidence – the way he just said whatever he thought. He was very charismatic and I found myself wanting to get to know more about him. “Well thanks for the coffee!” Luther said, standing up from his stool. “I suppose I'd better go meet some of the other

neighbors, though I doubt they'll be quite as nice as you!”

He winked at me and together we walked to the front door. “If you ever need anything, you know where I am!” I said, hoping he'd return soon. He left and I closed the door after him. My plan of going underwear shopping at the mall was abandoned seemingly. This quick meeting with a handsome man had me totally distracted. It must have been the most male attention I'd had in quite some

time and it was certainly having an effect on me. I felt momentarily guilty for the feelings I was having. I was a married woman after all but this guilt was easily overridden when I reminded myself of how little interest my husband showed in me.

Luther was definitely a good looking man. As soon as I had opened the door, I'd noticed how striking he was. He had a chiseled jawline and such a wonderful smile. When he'd hoisted himself on to the stool in the kitchen, my gaze had descended to his crotch. He was wearing blue jeans that day but they'd been rather tight fitting and I was pleased to see what appeared to be a large bulge there. Alone now, my dirty mind was conjuring images of what lay beneath. I thought about opening his jeans, pulling them down. I wanted to

reveal his thick, strong thighs. I hadn't been turned on like this for as long as I could remember. I felt so naughty – thinking about a man who wasn't my husband – as I sat on the edge of our bed and spread my legs for myself.

I could imagine Luther's boner, rock hard, straining against the material of his boxers. I wanted him to look down at me as I knelt before him and released his cock. I had my dress pushed up and I shifted my panties to the side so that I

could touch my desperate cunt. I was wet, of course. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Mmm, to have his dick in my mouth! I stroked my clit. I felt so excited thinking about another man and so filthy, getting myself off, right here on our marital bed! I started to think how hot it would be if my husband watched. “Oh fuck!” I moaned. I thought of lovely Ronny, the man to whom I had been married to for twenty years, sitting in the chair in the corner watching as Luther shoved his cock inside me. My juices were flowing down my legs now.

I wanted to show my husband what he should have been giving me all along!

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My cell phone rang later that evening after I had composed myself and set about doing the mundane household chores. I was carefully ironing the crisp white shirts which Ronny wore to work when the call came through. “Hi Heather!”

I recognised my husband's voice

immediately. “Oh hi honey!” I replied, “How did the tournament go?”

He spoke briefly about golf and asked if I'd like him to pick us up some food on his way home. “Sure! Chinese food sounds good to me! I told him, “The usual for me, please! See you soon!”

It didn't take long for Ronny to arrive home and together we spread the food out across the table. He'd brought orange chicken, sesame chicken, shrimp, noodles, fried rice and an array of steamed vegetables. “Mmm, looks great!” I said, breathing in the delicious scent. “Shall we have some wine to go along with it?” my husband asked. I agreed. Why not! It was the weekend, right!? He went to grab a bottle from the wine cellar while I fetched the glasses from the cabinet. We sat down to eat and Ronny told me all about his day. “It was

all going so well, Heather! I really thought I was going to win but then I must have done something to my shoulder because I got this terrible cramp and it really hampered my swing!”

He said he was feeling better but that he was a little disappointed and then he asked about my day. “Oh... Nothing eventful! Just did some housework!”

I couldn't exactly tell him that we had an unbelievably sexy new neighbor who'd visited and that I'd made myself orgasm afterward thinking about him! Even worse (or better!) – I'd orgasmed thinking about being fucked by our neighbor while Ronny watched. This new fantasy of mine got me so hot! I wasn't sure how my husband would feel about it however.

We ate as much food as we possibly could and then the two of us snuggled up on the couch together. My husband wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of his head. He found some old movie from the 1940's on tv. I could never understand why but he loved movies in black and white. We watched and he rubbed the small of my back. “Mmmmm” I sighed happily. I had been craving this kind of affection and I was hoping for some more. I propped myself up and kissed Ronny on the lips. He kissed me back. I touched my tongue

against his and moaned softly. “How about we go to bed?” I asked. “Oh well I really want to watch this film, sweetie. I'll follow you up in a while.”

I don't know why I was surprised! It had been this way for too long. I'd feel like we were getting closer but he would reject me each time. He'd say he had some work to do or that he was tired and had to get up early. It was like when you were a kid and another kid offered you your favorite candy and just as you were

about to take it from their hand, they'd shove it in their own mouth, laughing and whooping “HA-HA!”

I went to bed alone, crawling between the sheets of our comfortable California king bed. I lay facing the side where Ronny slept, stretching my arms over to feel the cold and empty space. I closed my eyes and saw visions of Luther. I thought about what it would be like to have him here beside me. It wasn't just the fact that he was stunningly beautiful to look at that turned me on. It was the thought of having another man in the bed I shared with my husband that did it for me. Part of me wanted to betray him. I wanted to feel an

unfamiliar cock and I wanted Ronny to know all about it. I wanted him to see every sordid detail, to hear me cum for another man.

I rolled over on to my back and pulled my panties down to around my knees. Mmm, my ass felt good against that cool silk. I sucked on two of my fingers, making sure to get them good and wet and then I used them to pleasure my clit. I imagined Ronny's face as I took Luther in my mouth. “Look at me

sucking on this big cock, baby!” I'd say to him. I bet he'd be humiliated. He would probably look away. If only he'd fuck me himself, he wouldn't have to see someone else do it! I orgasmed thinking of the scene and then licked my cum from my fingers. I loved how my own pussy tasted. I wished my husband felt the same.

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I must have fallen asleep because when I woke, light was flooding into the room. I was in bed alone but the sheets were crumpled and tossed on Ronny's side so he had been and gone. The clock signaled that it was eight am. Throwing my legs over the side of our bed I got up. I wondered had my husband left without so much as a goodbye. Peering out of the bedroom window, it seemed that he had. His car was already gone from the

driveway. Such a dedicated professor! Tonight was the night I would teach him a lesson, I decided.

I drank my morning coffee in the kitchen, alone. It was going to take some expert planning on my part to have this little plan of mine go off without a hitch. “Hi honey, I was thinking of having a special dinner tonight. We have a new neighbor, I was going to invite him around. I'll make your favorite – meatloaf. How does that sound?”

I texted Ronny. I rarely made meatloaf anymore since the kids had gone to college. There was always way

too much for just two of us to eat but my husband loved it so much. His reply was almost instant. “Sounds great! I will be home by 6pm.”

I thought so!

Upstairs, I pulled my hair away from my face and secured it on the back of my head with a hairclip. I dressed in my most flattering jeans and added a camisole up top. I didn't put on too much make up because I was wanted to look natural and carefree, like I wasn't trying too hard, but I added an extra slick of lipgloss for a good measure. It took less than a minute for me to walk from my front porch to Luther's. I pressed my finger on the bell and heard it echo throughout his house. The door opened and he seemed happy to see me.

“Heather! What a nice surprise!”

“Hi Luther! I just dropped by to see if you felt like joining my husband and I for dinner this evening? I told him that you've just moved to the neighborhood and we thought it might be nice to have a get together, get to know each other!”

He eagerly accepted the invitation and I advised that dinner would be at six

thirty. I could feel the excitement building in the pit of my stomach. I was like a giddy school-girl, getting ready for her first date. I decided I had to go to the mall. Nothing I had in my wardrobe suited this particular occasion. I needed something new.

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I spun around in front of the mirror in the fitting room at the store. I was wearing a slinky red dress that clung to every curve of my body. It was quite low cut in the front and I knew that if I wore a push up bra underneath, it was exactly the look I was going for. The dress was equal measures of demure and devilish. It covered enough so that I didn't look trashy but my god, did it scream sexy! I paid and went in search of some

lingerie. It didn't take long until I found what I was looking for. Of course I chose a thong. When I was undressing for another man, I wanted my husband to see that I was wearing his favorite kind of underwear. I never realized that being so sex starved would turn me into such a dirty girl!

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“How is that meatloaf coming along?” Ronny texted me later that day. I was busy being a domestic goddess in the kitchen. The meatloaf was cooking away in the oven and I was going to make mashed potatoes and green beans too. Our best silverware had been polished and I laid the table with my favorite dishes. The place looked great! I hoped both of the men would appreciate all of my effort. “It smells

sensational!” I replied to my husband, “You are going to love it!”

When the majority of the meal preparation had been completed, I ventured upstairs to get myself ready. I took a long, hot shower. Special attention was paid to shaving my legs and nether regions. I wanted to be soft and smooth. I wanted Ronny to be able to see my cunt clearly as I was getting fucked so I made sure it was completely bald. My pussy was getting wet already!

As I carefully shaved around my lips, I could feel my liquids seeping out on to my fingers. I hope you like this Luther, I smiled to myself. That's right, Luther was going to fuck me!

Once dressed, I applied my make up and curled my long dark hair. It hung it bouncy ringlets around my shoulders, perfectly framing my glorious tits. I hung a sparkly medallion around my neck to draw extra emphasis to the area. It sat nestled in my cleavage. One last twirl in front of the mirror and I was ready to go. I heard Ronny's car pulling into the driveway. Just on time!

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“Heather, you look amazing! Have I forgotten something? It's not our anniversary, is it!?” Ronny looked both happy and worried upon clocking my appearance when he walked in the door. I laughed out loud. “No, silly!” I exclaimed, “Just want to make a good impression on our new neighbor!”

Oh yes! Yes, I did!

“You're right!” Ronny said sniffing the air, “That meatloaf does smell good! Let me go freshen up! I won't be too long!”

Ronny headed in the direction of the bathroom to get ready for dinner and just then, the doorbell sounded. Luther was

here and it was exactly six thirty. Punctual too! I opened the door. “Good evening, Luther! Come on in!”

He eyes trailed the length of my body. “Wow... Um, I mean hello!” he said. I ushered him into the kitchen. “Heather, you look phenomenal” Luther complimented me. My husband joined us in the room. I introduced the two men and Ronny asked if Luther felt like a beer. “Absolutely!” he replied. “You two get to know each other, dinner will

served in about five minutes!” I told the two men.

I busied myself serving the food while Ronny and Luther chatted. Their conversation was about Luther's recent move and what his plans were for the garden. Besides golf, my husband was a keen gardener and offered to help him, if he ever needed a hand. Luther seemed grateful. I thought it was nice that they were building a relationship already. We were all about to get a lot closer. “Come on, you two! Time to eat!” I gestured to the table.

I made sure to sit next to Luther at the dinner table. The three of us tucked into the food and I must admit, I had done a good job. Both Ronny and our guest showered me with praise. “It tastes so good!” they chided. It isn't going to be the only good thing you're tasting tonight Luther, I said inwardly. “How are you settling in here?” my husband asked, “Big move, must be hard!”

“Yes, it must be really hard, Luther!” I agreed, stroking his upper arm. “Really

hard!” I repeated. I figured I should start small – test the waters. The handsome man told us about the move and said that he hadn't found it too difficult thus far. I stood up to clear the table. I leaned as close to Luther as I could when I was gathering his plate and cutlery and when I reached the side of the table Ronny sat at, I made sure he got a clear view down the front of my dress. I looked up to see him staring right at my breasts. Our eyes met and he quickly looked away, embarrassed. I needed to up my game if I was going to get what I wanted.

I took my place back at the table and the conversation continued. I 'accidentally' knocked Luther's water tumbler over and the contents spilled all over him. His shirt and the front of his pants were soaked. “Oh no!” I gasped, jumping up from my seat, “Luther, I am so sorry! Let me help you!”

Grabbing a handful of napkins from the table, I began mopping up the mess I had created. I allowed my hands to press against his firm stomach and descended

lower and lower. “It's okay, I've got it!” Luther yelped. My husband looked on from nearby. “You should take your shirt off, you'll catch a cold! I'll have Ronny fetch you one of his!”

Ronny looked at me questioningly, but I nodded at pointed at the stairs telling him to go. Luther stood up to follow him but I started to unbutton his shirt. I did so slowly, looking right into his eyes. When the shirt was fully open, I ran my hands over his chest. “Mmm, you must

workout!” I said. Luther pushed me away slightly. “Thanks for your help, Heather.”

I moved closer again and this time tugged his shirt over his shoulders and off. It dropped to the floor. What a body! Luther had a defined chest with little to no body hair and he had a light tan. I pressed myself against him and kissed him. At first, I felt resistance but then his arms engulfed me and he kissed me back.

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“What the hell!”

My husband walked into the kitchen holding a shirt in his hand to find me kissing our now topless neighbor. “Sit down, Ronny.” I commanded him. I could tell that he was furious. “Don't you dare tell me what to do!” he retorted. I placed my hand on Luther's crotch and I

could feel his erection through his pants. “Honey, Luther is hard for me. When is the last time you got it up for me, huh?”

I teased my husband. “What is this? What are you doing?” he said, exasperated. “Sit down, you little man, or it won't just be Luther and I who know about your inadequacies in the bedroom.”

Ronny sat down. Luther hadn't spoken at all but when I dropped to my knees in front of him, I groan escaped from his lips. I opened the button of his pants and pulled them down. Just like in my fantasy, a large boner was straining to escape. “Mmm look baby” I said to my man, “Our neighbor has a big treat for me!”

Luther had a huge dick, almost as big as the one I'd seen on tv a few nights ago. I stroked it up and down in my hand and massaged his balls with the other. “Watch me while I suck this cock!”

Ronny sat in the chair opposite us looking horrified. “Yeah, suck me!” Luther begged. I gently swirled my tongue around the head of his dick. “Don't do it!” I heard my husband's voice say.

I felt two firm hands push down on the back of my head. Luther really wanted to be in my mouth. His length slid along my tongue and he forced himself into my throat. I gagged and tears fell from my eyes but I loved it! Ronny had never taken control of me like this before. “Oh man, your wife can really take a dick!” Luther said. He fucked my face so roughly. He didn't seem to care at all how I felt, only about his own pleasure. I was his fuck toy and I loved

that. Spit was streaming out of my mouth and down on to my tits. “You dirty whore!” he cried out, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me from his cock by it. “Look at you, you little slut, your titties are covered in your own spit! Get that dress off so I can fuck them and show this husband of yours how you should be treated.”

Ooh, Luther was nasty! I did as he said and ripped my dress off over my head. I looked at Ronny who was staring at me in dismay. “You should've just fucked me, you loser” I told him. Luther lay me on the kitchen table, right in front of my husband. “Take your bra off too.” he commanded. I unhooked it and tossed it in the direction of Ronny. Luther climbed on top of me and pushed my spit soaked boobs together so that his dick was engulfed in them. “Come look at this!” he said to Ronny. Ronny got up from his seat and stood by me as our

neighbor rammed his cock between my breasts. Every so often I was able to lick the tip or Luther would force it into my mouth. A trail of pre-cum was on my chest.

“I bet you'd like to fuck your wife like this, huh?” Luther taunted and I looked at my husband and realized that he appeared to be enjoying the sight. “It looks so good...” he almost moaned. “It is!” I agreed. “Your little pussy hasn't been fucked in a long time, Heather?” Luther asked, “Let's show hubby how it's done!”

He got off the table and dragged me to the edge. He massaged me through the lace of my panties and my back arched

in pure pleasure. It had been way too long since I had felt the touch of a man. “Oh you're juicy!” he said, “Look at this, Ronny! Your wife is so wet it's flowing from her panties!”

Luther spread my legs apart so that my husband could look. He pulled my thong to the side, exposing my sex to them. “What a nice little pussy she has!” he said. Luther placed the tip of his dick at my slit. “You going to watch me get fucked, honey? Watch this big cock fill

me up? I moaned to Ronny. “Mmhmm, fuck her!” he said.

Laying on the table with my legs open while my neighbor pushed his dick inside of me felt incredible. The way he treated me like a slut turned me on beyond belief and having my husband watch the event was the cherry on the top. His cock was so big but he thrust every inch in. He gripped my thighs firmly as he fucked me. “Rub your clit, I want you to cum!” he instructed. My hand immediately went where Luther told me. “Your wife is going to cum all over my dick, Ronny! This little cunt is about to explode!”

I couldn't take it anymore. “I'm going to cum!” I squealed. My eyes darted from my husband to the sexy man fucking me as I came. Ronny's eyes were filled with unadulterated lust. I was almost sure he was loving this as much as I was. “You want me to fill her pussy with my hot jizz?” Luther asked. He did not slow down at all, his balls slamming against my body. “Cum inside me, I want your cum!” I pleaded. I hadn't felt this good maybe ever before. His grip on my

legs tightened and one last forceful slam signaled he had reached his climax. Breathless, he looked at Ronny and said, “I hope you're going to clean up this other mess your wife has made!”

Luther took his dick from my pussy but spread my lips with his fingers. “Look at that, Ronny! Clean it up!”

Sheepishly, Ronny stepped forward

and dipped his head to my cunt. “Ooh baby, eat my cum filled pussy!”

He ran his tongue over my clit and then between my lips. I moaned. I couldn't believe my husband was eating me out after I had just been fucked by another guy! “Make your wife cum!” Luther told him, “Because if you don't, I'll certainly be back to do it again!”

Luther quickly dressed himself and left our house without another word. I guess only time will tell if Ronny makes me cum or if I have to go to the neighbor...

The End

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A husband is supposed to love and cherish his wife, is he not? To adore and worship her? To do all he can to please her?

But, what if that meant... seeing her pleasured by another man? A hot, sexy stud with a large piece of equipment –

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It started off slowly. Little kinky things. I'd be watching a porn video and, instead of just focusing in on the girl and how badly I wanted to plow her pussy... something began to change. I would look at the cock going right into her cunt, but instead of imagining myself doing the ramming, and instead of picturing the random girl – I would envision my wife on the end of that big throbbing manhood. That's right... It felt good to

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Janna had always told me I had a goodsized member... but I knew this was just a wife's way of being kind and sparing my feelings. It is quite clear to see that a man with a cock as substantial as the pornstar's could easily satisfy my wife in ways I'd never even approach, let alone meet.

And no, this isn't me being selfconscious about my size. I had done many tests and seen many numbers. I'd used all of the standard reference objects. And in the end, despite my wife's constant reassuring, I simply didn't measure up.

It bothered me that she would be stuck with such a sorry cock for the rest of her life. She's an incredibly sexy and

beautiful woman... a body that good deserves to be pleasured to the fullest. And if I couldn't give that to her, I'd find someone else who was capable of delivering such intense satisfaction – the hardest part would be convincing my wife that she could allow another man's cock into her most delicate of openings...

***

***

“Oh, honey...” My wife moaned. “You feel so big tonight!”

Normally I loved hearing this kind of dirty talk as we fucked. But, the problem today is... I wasn't even inside of her yet!

My gorgeous wife had grown so

accustomed to false complimenting my manhood that she had forgotten the first critical step – wait for me to insert! Though, in truth, she probably couldn't even tell if I was in or not. My small penis had always been a bit of an issue with me. An insecure little twig that I felt ashamed of possessing.

And, while yes, my adoring wife had overlooked the small stature of my member... I knew that she would be much happier with a larger piece of meat

to please her. It just seemed so unfair for me to expect her to remain faithful, when I was nearly incapable of satisfying those precious feminine needs. After all, it's true what they say – you can't fuck a personality. Though my lovely woman certainly tried.

She, Janna, did everything under the sun to accommodate my particular problem below the belt line. Hell, even once... and I say this with quite a bit of embarrassment, we tried using a strap-

on. And I don't mean she railed me with it. I mean I wore it! Just to give her a decent amount of ramming depth. But neither of us had liked that device much.

My insides were ashamed at the thought of having to tie on some piece of rubbery dildo to please my wife. It left me flaccid for several weeks afterward. Knowing you aren't man enough to satisfy your woman... What a terrible feeling. And hearing her soft words of how great I am, and how wonderful I

make her feel, and all the other kind comments – they only serve to make my plight worse. It's plain to see the woman is lying to spare my ego.

I just wish there was something I could do, something that I could give her, even if it was only once, that would treat her to untold pleasures of sexual liberation and gratification. The kind of stuff I could only dream of bestowing upon her.

Oh boy... just thinking about her supple skin and those large, heaving breasts gets me feeling down. What a reaction to have about your wife! Jesus christ! Yet, that is where I'm at in life. Instead of being turned on by her round ass and those curvy hips, I can only feel despair and shame. The woman takes such great care of herself, too. For a mature lady, Janna is every bit as stimulating as any of those younger floozies. She's got the full-bodied figure of a real woman, yet still possesses the sex appeal of a twenty something hottie. That is a rare and much

sought-after combination, or so I'm told.

Men will hit on my wife all the time – even if I'm just stuck in the rear of the line, holding open the door for several people after she walks in – a handsome man will swoop by and try to make some debonair pass at her. But Janna is a faithful woman. She'd never stray. Being raised to respect marriage, Janna took her vows very seriously. Till death do us part, and all of that good stuff.

So it had never bothered me that other men flirted and propositioned her. In fact, I even felt proud at times. Knowing I was one of those lucky guys with a hot wife. It made me beam with joy and delight, thinking how tempting and arousing she made other men, yet knowing I had her all to myself. That was the dream anyway... but this damn tiny toy of mine, tucked in low beneath the waist line made for an awful romp between the sheets. I wonder how many

years it's been since Janna felt the rush of a vaginal orgasm, one caused by a slab of manmeat, forcing its way into her drenched pussy and pounding her into the throes of ecstasy.

She had claimed to cum on several occasions with me, though I very much doubted all of these. Probably after trying dozens of times and getting nowhere, she had turned to faking it – once again, to spare my feelings. What a miserable sex life I had forced upon the

very woman I loved so dearly! And here we were tonight, once more giving this intercourse thing a try... with me not even penetrating a single inch of her pussy, yet already being complimented and praised for my size. That's what killed me the most... Knowing she felt so compelled and obligated to lie right to my face. Something just had to be done... And I had a plan of action in mind; if only she would agree to my taboo desire.

***

The BIG Boss Pounds My Wife

Under the Baron's Control

And so it begins...

“The door stays locked until you can learn to obey,” came the stern, virile voice just as the heavy wooden object slammed shut.

The young and petite girl, Lady

Morgana Moress, was once again cast into the cold darkness that was her new home (if it could even be called such a thing). Terribly unfortunate life circumstances had dictated that she be brought to this monstrosity which attempted to pass itself off as a manor.

The home of Baron Broodclaw. An older, albeit handsome, yet terribly strict man. A fellow who demanded the utmost respect and obedience. But, it just so happened that Lady Morgana Moress

was not the kind of woman to give such a thing so easily. Her unruly ways and impudent manners were what caused this treatment to begin with. Being shut away in a remote corner room of the abode – with only a bit of dim candlelight and some brilliant moon beams shining in through the high window to illuminate the space.

And, as the untouched girl scanned her surroundings, noting how bleak and dismal they all appeared, it occurred to

the forlorn damsel that life had not always been so disastrous for her...

No, not at all...

***

Not So Long Ago...

***

“This is what happens to ill-mannered girls,” Morgana's father had said, wagging his finger in her face quite bitterly.

Though, in truth, it wasn't what happened to all ill-mannered girls – not in the least. In fact, it was quite a rare occurrence at that. Morgana Moress'

father, a sir Reginald Moress, found himself frustrated by his daughter's impudence for the last time.

The elderly man had instructed the 19 year old girl to perform some mundane task – one which she felt was quite beneath herself – and in doing so, Morgana publicly humiliated her own ill-tempered father. Not a smart thing to do at all, especially when she had a history of angering the podgy man... of pushing not only his buttons, but his

boundaries. And though he had made many threats to send her away, or have the young, inexperienced woman dealt with one way or another... none of these came to fruition. And in time, Morgana began to feel quite confident in her disobedient ways, – thinking dear old father would never dare follow through with his idle warnings. A kind of futile rage is what she had come to think of it as.

An old man's bitter venting. The

spiteful harangues he was so fond of performing.

But, after her last little spectacle... Morgana Moress learned the hard way that even her father, the bookish portly fellow, did indeed... have a breaking point!

“Off you go then,” Reginald Moress had smiled, happily wringing out his

hands as he watched the rickety stagecoach arrive to carry his daughter away in.

“It isn't fair, father! You old goat!” Morgana shouted in protest, standing there by the side of the road with several bags of luggage – the only items she was allowed to take along for the journey. Her arms crossed over her chest, folding just above the pert, enticing breasts which were only somewhat hidden beneath her low-cut and rakish dress.

“Fair?” Reginald had laughed. “And neither is being stuck with a good-fornothing daughter! I might as well have sired a mule! You stubborn little wench! This journey will do you good, Morgana. You have much to learn, and the baron is quite the teacher from what I've heard.”

“A teacher?” Morgana spewed

abruptly. “Of what? Bilking old, dimwitted men out of their meager funds?”

This last comment had brought a smile to the pretty lips of Morgana Moress – suddenly quite pleased with herself. She often took great pride in belittling her rather abusive father. Any little jab or barb she could fit in, the better!

“Worth every penny of it,” her father had nodded, evidently quite pleased with himself as well – and being the one with all the power, why wouldn't he be. “I don't even much care if he does fix you or not, Morgana! So long as he takes you away from here! You're not my problem anymore, you little rogue!”

“That's the one thing you're good at,” Morgana nodded in a smug fashion. “Shipping away things you're not able to handle.”

It was a low, dirty blow. A vile comment, indeed. The type she reserved for only the most bitter of moments. And, as she was now being shipped away for who knows how long, it was deemed an appropriate time to expel her insult.

She was referring back to her mother, of course. The poor woman who had suffered a similar fate – being shipped

off to an asylum, against her will, for mental shortcomings. All at the behest of her loving husband... There was nothing either Morgana or her mother could have done. The elderly woman was wrapped up in some sort of security coat and transported away, never having been heard from since.

And it seemed that Lady Morgana was in for a similar fate... as she watched the wobbly stagecoach approach from down the cobblestone road, bumping and

jostling about as it went. This was to be her lavish ride to the home of Baron Broodclaw – her new master.

Of Cobblestones and Wheels

***

The door slammed shut with a highpitched thwacking noise, right after Morgana had been all but hurled into the carriage. She landed with a dull thump on one side of the moderately padded benches. It smelled of old, damp clothes and musty beggars. Precisely the kind of people she imagined would be riding in such a thing as this. And now, she found herself one of them!

“Ta-ta!” She heard the cheery voice of her father call out from the road, just a ways behind. The comment made the lass seethe with rage and anger. Morgana's little fists curled into whiteknuckled weapons, shaking uncontrollably. The young woman was forced to stifle a yell of contempt. And though it took every ounce of her might, she did manage to do so (for the time being, anyway).

In fact, all the pretty daughter did was take in several deep breaths, before plastering a wide smile on her face and sticking her head out the window. Her tiny hand soon followed suit. This was then raised high into the air, performing a kind of happy waving gesturing.

“Bye, bye father!” Morgana Moress called out in a mocking, yet loving tone. “Don't forget to write me now! And mother as well,” she said with a wink

before ducking back into the stagecoach – where her arms did fold across her chest in a display of hatred. The plump lips on her face curled and morphed into a grotesque expression. One of unspeakable disgust. Morgana was on her way, alright... and in a minute, so would that bitter scream that she had been holding so tightly down in her lungs. Being set free into the world, taking the form of a loud, high-pitched roar of sorts. Far from any lady-like behavior one would expect from such a dilettante. But, then again, most young

women aren't banished to go live with a dark, mysterious baron are they?

“Hmmpf!” She spat, arms still crossed.

Morgana couldn't even bear to look out the window (a favorite past-time of hers). So thorough and complete was her revulsion! She simply sat and stared ahead at the torn interior of her magnificent little fairy tale carriage, as it

went about its merry route to her magical castle...

Thoughts of revenge, ideas of vengeance, and notions of malice did swirl about in her fair head. Little evil scheming machinations – pondering and wondering how she would exact justice upon her putrid father. These were the only things which seemed to brighten her day. Letting in all the hatred and bitterness. Allowing it to rush over her very soul in great waves of emotion.

And, when it was all said and done, there happened to be a smile spread across her demure little mouth. A tiny, sinister smirk. The kind you'd never wish to see upon any girl.

For it was an unsettling sort of grin... and any who saw it would wish at once that whatever she had planned, was not directed at them in any fashion.

Thunk!

“Sorry, miss,” the driver called from above, as he tapped the side of the stagecoach with that little cane of his. “Hit a bump!”

The sudden jarring of the cabin had knocked Morgana from her spiteful daydreams. She was now firmly fixated on the present – looking out the dreary,

molded window pane... peering out at all the passing landscapes and scenery. The young woman had no idea where she was going. She knew the name of the man who would be in control of her, certainly, but nothing more. No address, no town, no village, nothing.

Baron Broodclaw... that was all she knew.

***

***

Morgana Moress, poor and unfortunate girl, looked wistfully out the window for what seemed like a few hours more – if not days! There was no sense of time, other than the rising and setting of the sun; which had now grown quite low in the sky.

The young woman had watched the

city-scape of her previous town disappear from view long, long ago. As her surroundings took on a much more secluded, if not ominous appearance. The road, with its many twists and turns, almost a maze of sorts. Her quiet, yet stubborn driver up top cracking his whip at the horses and yelling every so often, ushering them onward with an ever increasing speed. They at times would find themselves on a narrow cliff-side trail, barely wide enough for a single carriage. Morgana had wondered what on earth would have been done if a

second stagecoach had approached them from the front! They would have been locked in an epic game of chicken... struggling to overtake one another or shove the weaker over the cliff and down into the rocky sea below!

And on the inside of this path remained a dense, heavily wooded forest. One of those picturesque kind that not even the bravest of men would venture into on a moonless night. Who knew what lurked within these hellish woods. It was as

good as an iron gate! Or so Morgana thought. Wending a trail through this sort of terrain would be near impossible. And something told her that Baron Broodclaw figured as much – why else on earth would anyone want to live so far out in such a scary, unnerving place?

In fact, the young girl became so alarmed by the descending sun and dimming sky, that when night began to set in... she called out to the driver.

“Are we almost there, my good man?” She said, attempting to be agreeable or to at least conceal the fear in her voice. Neither of which seemed to work.

His response came about without hesitation – a sudden whacking of that damn cane against the side of the window, right next to her fingers. An inch or two over and it surely would have broken several of Morgana's dainty

digits!

This action was followed by a guttural grunt, and then a cackle. Again, something told Lady Moress that this was going to be the best and only answer she'd be receiving. And judging by the force with which he had struck the frame, she thought it best not to press the matter.

“Hmmpf!” She shook her head – once more slinking back down into the dilapidated, torn bench. Her tailbone had gone numb some time ago. The pitiful cushions were little more than old, worn down pillows. She might as well have been sitting on a block of stone! And with the continuous jostling of the carriage... it was a wonder her spine hadn't cracked in half by now!

Morgana reached down, lifting her rump slightly off the seat, just high

enough for her to slide a hand under and massage the sore hide. Oh my, and what a delicious derriere she had! Nothing gargantuan or massive by any means. But one of an exquisite quality. So ripe, so tender, so tempting. Those untouched cheeks... oh my, how they beckoned to all who witnessed their beauty. Just knowing something so gorgeous, something so heavenly could exist... was enough to drive any man wild with lust! All in splendid proportion to her petite, yet shapely body.

Traveling up north of her skirt line were situated those feminine spheres of perfection – right there on her perky chest! How they would shake and jiggle, ever so slightly, when the stagecoach managed to hit a bump or hole. Yes, indeed, Morgana Moress was developing into a fine young lass with all the expected blossoming features... though she had not quite fully bloomed yet. She, being the type of girl who needed a bit more time to fully unveil

those female enticements in their full glory. Still, the lass did possess quite a comely physique by any standard. And her face... that sculpted wondrous portrait of pulchritude! The deep bedroom eyes... her slightly pointed nose... and those full, plump lips. The kind men would take a mere glance at and already be filled with dirty thoughts of nasty doings.

And this was the effect Morgana Moress had on all men – despite the fact

that she had never, not even once, given in to any of their substantial offers. Why, once she had even denied a man who offered her an entire house out in the country! Along with a stable full of horses! A life of luxury... all in return for those beautiful eyes of hers.

But, of course, Morgana had simply spat at the offer with an uncouth cackle. She couldn't be bothered by these other grotesque men. And although she did harbor the want of a lewd longing

between her thighs... she had vowed not to act on these impulses, as it would not do her any good. So the young lass was left to her own devices, relieving herself behind closed doors, under clean bedsheets or during long, hot showers where her hand roamed to places many others had dreamed of going, but none had yet ventured. A tantalizing mound of flesh... innocent to all things lewd and obscene.

Morgana merely loved the thrill of it

all too much. She couldn't simply give away her most treasured gift, could she? Of course not!

The virgin lass cherished the idea of harboring it, of lording it over men, of teasing and taunting them with her purity. Though she was naive to the ways of sexual naughtiness, Morgana undoubtedly held knowledge of the game. That sordid affair between men and women. That twisted mess of emotion and seduction... the never-

ending sport of love, heartache, and carnal satisfaction! How her naughty bits would ache at the thought...

Yet, she adored her own behavior even more. Being able to act so flippant and impudent. It was a scandal in itself! How she had disrespected her father countless times over the years – along with a good deal of other men and women. A headstrong little vixen, she was. Only now, as – THUNK! – the stagecoach hit yet another bump, she

realized all too well where that kind of attitude had gotten her. The untamed tigress... just hoping, wanting, dreaming of a man who could actually challenge her! It seemed to be an impossible task. For never a more cantankerous, resolute, and hard-headed woman did live!

Morgana Moress was the epitome of a stubborn mule. One with a pointed wit, and an even sharper tongue!

The young woman peered out the window pane once again, looking out to her left as the dense forest gave way into a large open expanse. One of green grass and a number of small, rolling hills. On her right remained the steep precipice, descending low down to the ocean below. That was certainly not a place to be walking late at night... one misstep and your life would end with a quick SPLAT!

“'Ere we are, miss!” The driver

shouted down, giving the carriage a good whack with his cane. As if the loud bellowing voice wasn't enough to alert her. That resounding crack noise served as a grand reminder.

“Oh my...” Morgana whispered under her breath as her eyes scanned the magnificent grounds of some unknown fairytale land... Yet there loomed a kind of foreboding sense about the place. An indiscernible malignant awe of sorts – some deep-rooted feeling of

apprehension that the nubile girl was unable to place.

***

Discovering Craggwyn Manor

***

By now the moon had already risen quite high in the black sky above – casting dark, wondrous, and spooky shadows over the land all at once. Morgana's long and arduous journey was almost at an end – at least the bumpy road part of it. What lied in store for her, nobody knew...

“Out ya get!” The driver shouted with a harsh tone, and it was not long at all

before the sound of his cane thwacking against the stagecoach could be heard.

She decided it was best to follow the order, lest that wooden object find its way across her bare hide! But, the mule of a woman, with a little gleam in her eye – could not sit idly by.

“I think I'll do just that, good sir,” she coughed. “The horrid smells wafting

from inside that bloody stagecoach were almost enough for me to jump over the cliffs!”

“Aye, lass!” The mangy, scowl-faced driver replied, wiping the back of his wrist across a runny nose. “And I was hoping a bit that you would hurl yourself over! Hah!”

“But now,” she continued, already

allowing a smirk to slither across her pretty face. “Standing outside here, I can clearly see that the stagecoach wasn't the source of that foul odor...”

And here she eyed the man over with a conspicuous glare of contempt. Although, he proved too dense to register the insult.

“With all that rambling you do, city

girl, I've got me half a mind to make you carry your own bloody bags up to the main doors!”

“Main doors?” She questioned.

“Aye, lassy! Are ya blind as well as stupid?” The driver cackled.

He then motioned behind the young girl,

pointing at the bottom of an ornate set of weathered stone steps – ones leading up to a beautiful, if not menacing manor at the top of them. In truth, she had been entirely oblivious to the large structure! Given the fact that it was night, that she was rather tired, and that her focus had been on peering out into the harrowing woods to the rear (along with belittling the driver)... it seemed excusable at the time.

Yet now, Morgana's mind was firmly

set on soaking in the sight of this impressive building! A large manor indeed! One positioned not too far off from the edge of the surrounding cliffs by the looks of it. She couldn't help but wonder if that was planned for some dramatic effect or not. The sound of crashing waves could faintly be heard if the wind carried in the right direction for a moment or two. This brought about an entirely eerily, atmospheric vibe to the entire landscape.

“Craggwyn manor!” The driver shouted out, quite proudly at that. He leaned back on his heels, hands stuck in his belt loops, breathing deeply. “I'm sure you'll have a merry time here, city girl,” he cackled hoarsely, coughing at the end of it.

“And... the baron?” Morgana questioned, almost to herself.

“Ol' Broodclaw?” The old man cackled, for perhaps longer than he should have. “Oh, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with the master, city girl.”

It was a rather unsettling remark, even for the hostile driver. Not so much in what he said, but how he said it – that's what put a dismal feeling in the pit of young Morgana's stomach. A kind of eerie sense of impeding doom... and truth be told, it wasn't too far off from

the reality.

And just then, right as the driver was in the midst of yet another cackle (reflecting on the previous question), the front door to Craggwyn Manor flew open in a blur of motion. A lone figure, silhouetted by the back-light coming from the rear, stood in the doorway.

Morgana Moress, the stubborn little

mule of a woman, stared onward in complete and utter fright.

***

Under the Baron's Control

***