Erotic fiction about gay men fucking women

[MikeT008]

Great job on the 4 part story! Love long ones like those.
Can’t wait to read the new one!

Thanks. Still working on the new one. I don't think it will be quite as long as the last. But then I never expected that one to be so long either.

 

[ass eater]

If you all look back at some of my Posts, on the gay guy fucking woman thread I told my first experience about fucking a woman. It's not hot and won't get you off, but still my first and only time fucking a pussy.


I'll post my friend's story later!

 

[Level27]

Your friend's erotica? What happened to yours?

You did prepare one for the competition as you said, didn't you?

Or, did you mean that the story you prepared for the competition was your own account mentioned above?

 

[miztab13]

Thanks. Still working on the new one. I don't think it will be quite as long as the last. But then I never expected that one to be so long either.

That’s ok. Still haven’t finished the last part. I stop and save the rest of the story after I get off. Haha.
When I tell you I’ve come several times reading it, I was serious.

 

[MikeT008]

That’s ok. Still haven’t finished the last part. I stop and save the rest of the story after I get off. Haha.
When I tell you I’ve come several times reading it, I was serious.

Glad to hear it.
The new one's coming along quite well.
The first half should be up tomorrow (Saturday), all being well.

 

[Level27]

When I tell you I’ve come several times reading it, I was serious.

Double^^^

Something about John being a hot muscular hell-bound faggot and learning to fuck a really hot woman has the power to make me irresistibly happy multiple times!

 

[ass eater]

Your friend's erotica? What happened to yours?

You did prepare one for the competition as you said, didn't you?

Or, did you mean that the story you prepared for the competition was your own account mentioned above?

No, the story prepared is about my friend, My personal account is mentioned on another thread about a year or two ago. For some reason I can no longer access the competition thread.

 

[MikeT008]

Here is the first part to the new one. There's much less cruelty in comparison to the last one I posted. I'm not sure how you'll feel about that. But there's still a lot of smut, confusion, and lies involved.

It tells the story of a couple of neighbors who also became friends during their college days.
A gay couple (Bruce & Sean) and a straight couple (Tom & Sarah). It's in two parts. Part 2 is much shorter, it will be posted very soon. It's already complete.
This story could have been posted as one complete piece, but the latter part is a little different, as you'll see, and I thought it was a good idea to separate the two.

Themes include consensual adultery, lies, secrets, gay & straight sex, more than one identity crisis, and revenge sex.



Fun With The Neighbors.

PART 1

"And that is why we want Bruce to help us to have a baby."

The words, as spoken by our best friend and neighbor Tom, hung in the air for seconds after he had spoken. I think that I realized the meaning shortly before my boyfriend Sean had, because I was able to see his expression change to shock as I looked at him.

Across the table from me, and seated to Sean's right, was Tom's wife Sarah. As Sean caught my eye to express with his look how startled he was, I could see Sarah staring down at the table in embarrassment, not making eye contact with anyone.

I was the first to speak. "Tom, surely you don't mean..."

"That's exactly what I –" He leaned forward to put his elbows on the table, then paused and looked over at is wife, Sarah. "Sorry, what we, I mean. Sarah is only going to have a chance of having a baby naturally if she has sex with another man, and...look, this is killing me to say this, but Sarah and I have talked about this at length and we want that man to be you Bruce."

I sat back and heard Sean making a blowing sound, followed by the word "Wow." That pretty much summed up my own immediate reaction.

When Tom and Sarah, our neighbors and close friends, had invited us around for an evening meal earlier that day, we had certainly not been expecting this. The invitation to come round to theirs for food had been casually delivered by Tom in a phone call, and we had readily accepted.

The couple had been our best friends for over 9 years, and meals together at one another's houses (always accompanied by a few bottles of wine) were a regular feature of our Fridays nights.

Sean and Sarah had met at university 15 years earlier, and had quickly become close friends. I had started dating Sean five years after that. Tom had come onto the scene a year after me, and shortly after he started dating Sarah we fell into our pattern of social foursomes. They were great friends of ours and had never had an issue with mine and Sean's relationship.


Sarah recently confided in Sean that they had started trying to have a baby, but without success. As time went on it started to become obvious to Sean that this was beginning to upset Sarah.

Sarah and Tom had become quite open with us both by then about the problems they were having conceiving a child, and it was around that time that they started getting medical advice. It became quickly apparent from tests performed that the problem appeared to be with Tom, who had a sperm count which was so low that it made conception impossible. Sarah was diagnosed as perfectly fertile, which she later confided in Sean made her all the more upset.

Following the diagnosis, the couple's next action had been to try a sperm donor through IVF, and in the last two years they had gone through the process twice, but no eggs had taken.

Tom had recapped all of this tale earlier tonight as we all sat at their dining room table. "The doctor's think that the physical stress of the process is getting too much for Sarah, and they do not recommend that we go through it again." He had looked at Sarah as he was saying this.

Sarah had spoken up then. "I know I cannot go through that process and that disappointment again...but I just want my own baby! Why can't I have a baby?"

Sean had leaned forward at this point, squeezing his best friend's hand.

Before dropping his bombshell, Tom had added. "Sarah is not ready to give up on being a natural mom, and we are not ready to think about adoption yet...look, the two of us have discussed this at length, and can we cut to the chase?"

"Of course," answered Sean, looking puzzled.

"Every test we have had tells us that Sarah is absolutely fine, and fertile," said Tom. "Therefore, if she was to have...." He paused and winced with embarrassment. "If she was to have sex with a virile man who had a healthy sperm count, in a situation which did not involve the stress of an IVF procedure, well, we think she would be likely to get pregnant."

He looked at Sean and then at me, assessing our reactions, but the penny had not dropped at this point and we were both looking at him expectantly. However, Sarah knew what was coming and her head went forwards in embarrassment, some of her black hair falling forwards over her face.

"If she went out and had sex with a stranger, it's dangerous, and who knows what STD's they might be carrying. Therefore, we asked ourselves the question; who do we know that we trust, who is healthy?" He paused, then delivered the words "And that is why we want Bruce to help us to have a baby."

After our initial shocked reaction and exchanges of conversation as recounted earlier, Sean turned to look at Sarah and said, aggressively, "Let me get this right...you are asking me to agree to you and Bruce having sex? To agree to him impregnating you with his sperm? To you having Bruce's child? Am I understanding this right? You do realize that he's in a relationship, a gay relationship, right? "

Sarah still had not lifted her eyes. I could see her body shaking slightly as if she was on the verge of tears, and she answered without looking at Sean. "I am sorry Sean....I should not have done this, should not have asked....I knew it was ridiculous to ask this, this will destroy our friendship..."

Tom spoke up. "That is exactly what we are asking, Sean. The two of you are our best friends, and I know how horrible this suggestion must make you feel, and believe me the thought of Sarah with any other man makes me feel awful...One of the reasons we considered Bruce was because we new he was taken and gay, so there wouldn't be any complications, any emotional baggage between Bruce and Sarah, because Bruce wouldn't be interested in her, not like that. We NEED this so much, we don't know what else to do."

There was silence after that. I certainly wasn't going to be the first one to speak up, and I didn't know how I felt about the whole situation. Definitely uncomfortable. I looked at Sean. The love of my life for ten years. He had a look on his face that surprised me, since part of me had been expecting the announcement from him that we were leaving immediately and that the friendship was over.

Sean was 5'8" tall, with an attractive face, clear blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. He had a good body for a man in his mid-thirties, lots of men started piling on the pounds, once they begin to settle down, in their thirties. But not Sean, although he was not quite as athletic and hot as when we had first met (in that first three month period of fucking like rabbits), and was now slightly more fleshy. Sean was the only man I had fucked in the last 10 years, and was the only person I was interested in being with.

I then looked at Sarah. Sarah was petite, maybe 5'2", with a small frame and a lithe body. She had black layered shoulder-length hair, and a very pretty face with exotic brown eyes. She had the trim physique of a woman 15 years younger than her actual age. She had small breasts and hips, and a very pert bum. Sarah had been carrying some "puppy fat" in the early years I had known her, she had really exercised to get into shape and tone up her body in recent years, probably partly with the objective of increasing her chances of motherhood.

Sarah happened to then glance up at me, and found me looking at her, before she flushed red with embarrassment and quickly ducked her eyes again.

An image suddenly flashed into my mind, unbidden....Sarah beneath me, moaning, her body writhing under me as my cock slid into her...pleading for me to empty my cum inside her...and I suddenly realized that I had been sexually evaluating Sarah as I looked at her, something that seemed very out-of-context with our long term platonic friendship, and at odds with my usual sexual inclinations.

Sean then stood up, interrupting my unexpectedly erotic reverie. "We will think about it. Come on Bruce, we're leaving."

*********

Sean was quiet, reflecting on the conversation, as we walked back to our house. When he was in this mood I knew that the safest policy was to stay quiet, and given the subject matter the very safest policy was to say absolutely nothing. As such, we walked in silence.

When we got home, and later got into bed, he finally turned to me and started to talk about the conversation.

"Did you expect that?" he asked, with a slightly ironic grimace, which immediately put me at a greater level of ease that he was not about to explode with anger.

"Absolutely, one-hundred percent, no," I replied, adopting a neutral expression. I had decided to be deliberately careful in this conversation, to see where he took it.

"God, imagine suggesting that," he added. "You going with Sarah and making her pregnant. What a suggestion." he looked troubled however. The idea of his boyfriend impregnating a woman, obviously unsettling for him.

I took a deep breath, but did not reply, lying on my side next to him.

"But....she and Tom must be so sad to contemplate that," he added. "This must be hurting them so much, to contemplate...you know, you doing it with Sarah."

Sean stared up at the ceiling for a second, then added, "But she made a call for help from me, her best friend, as the only person who can help her...and I feel really bad about the way I reacted."

"How else could you be expected to react?" I replied. "It was a pretty outrageous suggestion."

Sean turned on his side to look at me, giving me a very piercing stare. "Do you find Sarah attractive?" He asked.

"No, she's not my type, I'm only attracted to men, you know that." I answered immediately while maintaining eye contact, knowing that any other answer would be disastrous. "I mean, she is pretty I suppose if you like petite girls, but I don't really find her sexually attractive. I have never thought about her that way, she has always been like a sister for all the time I have known you."

This even sounded convincing to me, as I said it, and until about an hour ago was probably true. Sarah had always been in the category of someone I knew I would never have any sexual relationship with, and as such while she was very pretty for a woman, and I had dated a few girls in high school. Although nothing really serious, we never went further than some heavy kissing. This was during a confusing time for me. I knew I was mostly attracted to other boys. I did, and still do find the occasional woman attractive, but I don't have the desire to do anything sexual with them. Certainly not since I have been together with Sean.

But even as I said this, another image flashed into my mind...Sarah, bent over the side of my bed with my hands holding her hips, moaning erotically as I thrust my dick into her. I think the outrageousness of the suggestion had caught me off guard, and these perverse thoughts were suddenly invading my mind. It's not the fact that she's a woman, but that I am - along with my boyfriend - being asked to consent to, and take part in, sexual intercourse with someone who isn't Sean. And to make a child with them. A new part of me who'll have a permanent place in this world, and perhaps in my life. It has me experiencing all sorts of different emotions at once.

I had never given it much thought to being a father. I never expected I would be one. And Sean and I have never given adoption much of a thought either.

But now I can't get the thoughts of having sex with Sarah out of my head.

My God, I thought, it's like the mere idea has flipped an erotic switch such that my suddenly adulterous mind keeps being assailed with thoughts of breeding my boyfriend's foxy best friend. My cock twitched in my boxers, and I abruptly felt horny.

Sean continued to stare at me for a few seconds. "I am thinking about agreeing to it," he then said, dropping the second bombshell of the evening. "Assuming you also agree to it."

Again, I decided silence was the safest reaction, instead raising a querying eyebrow. After a second he added, more decisively, "She needs me to agree to this. Tom needs you to agree to it. I think he feels safe asking you because he knows where your sexual interests lie."

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep on this, and maybe talk about it after a night's sleep?" I asked, definitely not wanting to betray any clue that this idea was starting to become dangerously appealing to me. "Babe, if you ask me to do this, and I have...intercourse...with her, there's no coming back from that. I could potentially be the father to someone. I'd have a biological tie to Sarah."

Surprisingly, he slid closer to me and with his mouth a couple of inches from mine, he slid his hand down to my boxers and placed it on my cock. "But this dick belongs to me, doesn't it Bruce?" he asked, and slowly began to circle his hand on my cock, through my boxers. "I am the only one you want, and will ever want, aren't I?"

I became hard incredibly quickly, the erotic images my mind had recently been contributing to this. As his hand began to slide up and down my hardening shaft, I whispered, "You are the only one for me, the sexiest guy I have ever known."

"And if you were to do this thing for Sarah and Tom, it wouldn't be making love would it?" he sighed as my hand reached to his hardening cock, and began to stroke it. "It would be a mechanical thing, to do what needed to be done for your seed to go inside her. Nothing more than that, right?"

I leaned in and kissed him, drawing in his mouth with my tongue, before replying, "We could leave most of our clothes on, I could close my eyes and think about you, and it would be over and done with, without any passion whatsoever."

Sean continued to work my now erect dick, reaching down once to caress my balls. "Tell me you won't be any less than 100% mine, Bruce, that you can do this without feeling anything for Sarah."

I pulled him in close to me and ran my hand down his back to his nice ass, groping it. "This is the only body I want...that of my beautiful sexy boyfriend...you are the only man or woman I have ever or will ever love and the only person I want to make love to."

That seemed to seal the deal, because his hand lifted up from my cock and snaked behind my neck, and he moved his body into mine while we started to french kiss, our tongues entwined. "Put that big cock in me, Bruce, I want to feel my boyfriend fill me up inside."

My hand gripped his ass while we kissed passionately, my mind now completely focused on pleasuring him. Sean knew I loved it when he talked dirty, and he also knew I liked him complimenting my penis, which was now at its fully engorged state. He started to grind his own cock onto my thick, cut, 8 inches, while we both endeavored to work our underwear off our hips and down our legs.

No sooner had we lost our briefs that I pushed him over onto his front, straddling his legs while lubing his entrance. He hungrily reached behind himself and gripped my cock, positioning it at the entrance to his asshole. Then he made a small moan as I slid into him.

"Oh, Bruce... I love your big cock in my ass" he moaned breathlessly, as my full length entered him smoothly.

"That feels good," I replied, reaching up to plaster his neck and shoulders with gentle kisses. I felt his ass slide around and down my hard length, enjoying the sensation, watching his arousal build.

"This is the only hole you want, isn't it?" he asked, while locking his eyes onto mine, his blonde hair tousled around his now flushed face.

"I love being inside you, this is the only 'cunt' I want to be inside of," I replied, but again unfaithful thoughts surged into my mind...an exquisitely tight woman's cunt stretched around me, milking me of my cum...

Sean was a good fuck, there was no doubt about that. And he occasionally liked to top too. His own cock was about average, and unlike mine, it was uncut. He is the only uncircumcised guy I've had sex with, so playing with his foreskin was a different experience for me. Ironically, he has a preference for circumcised guys. So we both fell lucky when we found each other.

He was bringing himself close to an orgasm now, lifting himself up and down on my dick with increased force and speed while continuing to rapidly wank his cock. While I continued to rub my large hands all over his torso. He started to grunt in pleasure as he pounded his ass onto me, his throbbing cock bouncing in front of me, and I felt my own orgasm drawing nearer.

Finally, he started to cum, and I felt his whole body tense as the first wave of orgasm hit him, the convulsion in his ass creating a delicious sensation on my dick. I felt the familiar tension in my balls building as he continued to orgasm above me, moaning my name, and as I drew close to cumming my eyes closed in pleasure.

...and the face I could see in my mind's eye had black hair and brown eyes and was not the face of Sean's but rather his best friend, whose petite features were contorted into an expression of lust as a wave of my spunk landed on her face...

The unfaithful image set me over the edge, and I opened my eyes again as I started to cum inside my boyfriend, shooting my load into his spasming ass.

"Godddd...." I whispered, shocked by the intensity of the visual image that had set me off.

Sean felt my spunk shooting inside him as he orgasmed, and he lowered his chest down onto mine, locking his mouth onto mine to kiss me while our orgasms subsided.

"Did you like that baby?" he finally said, breaking the kiss and looking down at me with a happy expression which he always adopted after making me cum, his face flushed in the afterglow of sex.

"That was fantastic," I replied.

"And your cock belongs to my ass, doesn't it?" he asked, staring at me intensely. "And it always will, won't it?"

"Forever," I replied, with sincerity. But even as I said the words I was thinking about what it would be like to fuck his best friend, what Sarah's pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock.

"Then I am going to say yes to Sarah and Tom," Sean announced, before kissing me again.

************

So there we all were, two evenings later, sitting in Tom and Sarah's front room, Sean leading the conversation in the prelude to the first pregnancy attempt.

"I am going to set out the rules," said Sean, taking charge, "which I have agreed with Tom. Bruce, Sarah, please will you listen carefully, because this is all important."

I nodded while Sarah murmured a yes. I was determinedly trying not to stare at her, the woman who in about 30 minutes time would in all likelihood be laying beneath me, taking away my gold star. But I hadn't been able to avoid noticing that she looked radiant today. Sean's conversation with her the day before, agreeing to her plea for help and organizing this gathering tonight, had obviously lifted a large weight from her shoulders.

Sarah was wearing a sleek close-fitting white silk blouse and black jeans, casual but sexy, with her make-up lightly done but attractive and her dark hair loose around her shoulders, looking full and glossy. It was the right look , I thought with bemusement, for having sex with your husband's best friend in the bedroom of your house.

"Rule 1," continued Sean, "I am agreeing to let you have up to 5 separate attempts to get Sarah pregnant, all during this month's fertility cycle. If you can get pregnant over the course of the next 5 nights, that will be wonderful, but if you don't, I do not want any of us to ever speak of this again and I will not agree to Bruce doing this again."

Sarah nodded in agreement, and this was obviously something they had already discussed between them. I noted to myself that Sean was quite impressive when he adopted this all-business persona, such that he appeared to be now discussing this in an entirely matter-of-fact way, which seemed quite surreal to me.


"Rule 2. You only have...intercourse here, in the bedroom of this house, while Tom and I are in the house downstairs. We will put music on because frankly I do not want to have to hear any bed springs creaking, but we both want to be here."

Tom nodded awkwardly as if in agreement, and I wondered what this must be like for him, and how he felt in the moments before allowing another man to fuck his pretty wife. If the roles had been reversed I would have been feeling sick to the stomach right now, particularly at the thought of someone, male or female, sleeping with Sean.

Sarah's husband was a naturally good-looking guy, although at 5'9" he was a few inches shorter than me, and in his early thirties was already being beset by the twin physical assaults of both baldness and middle-age spread. I exercised regularly and had a full head of hair and a well-honed strong tall physique. I also suspected that my cock's girth and length could put Tom's to shame.

"Rule 3. We want you to do what you have to do as soon as possible, then finish and come back downstairs."

I noticed that Sarah blushed at this point. I wondered what was going through her head right now, and whether all she viewed me as was as a supplier of the seed which would impregnate her. That definitely was not the way I was considering the impending intimacy, and a nervous excitement was building in me at the thought of imminent sex with a woman for the first time in my life, my first experience with someone of the opposite sex. And I would be fucking someone other than Sean for the first time in 10 years.

"Rule 4. Please only undress to the minimum extent required, as in take your bottoms off but leave your tops on."

I glanced at the silk blouse Sarah was wearing when Sean said this, and fleetingly saw the swell of her small breasts pressed against the fabric.

I continued to wonder whether Sarah had given much specific thought to the actual act of sex, or whether she was entirely focused on the consequences. I had no idea really whether she even found me attractive.

"Rule 5. No intimate talk, obviously. Just get things done."

At this rate I was expecting someone to present me with a blindfold and a set of headphones, any second now. Anyway, the odd thing about all of the events of the last two days was that it seemed to be Sean and Tom doing all the talking. Sarah and I had barely addressed each other directly since the proposition.

This made me think about the fact that Sarah had a higher pitched voice, obviously, her a female, and a more refined accent compared to Sean's deeper, husky, male voice, and his down-to earth accent. What would that voice sound like if in the throes of passion, I wondered?

"Rule 6. No intimate touching. If you need to use your hands to...steady each other, then fine. But nothing else."

I involuntarily flexed my fingers at this point. I had large hands, but Sarah's petite build carried into also having very small delicate hands.

"Rule 7. There is to be nothing else intimate. No kissing, obviously...in fact, nothing involving mouths at all."

Sarah interjected at this point, to say "Sean, I am so grateful for you doing this, but...God, as if I would do any of that when you have been so good to me." I looked down at my feet, suspecting that indeed she probably had not given much thought at all to the actual deed of sex with me.

"And to carry on," continued Sean, "Rule 8. None of us ever speaks of this again after night 5." he turned to look at Sarah, and then me. "Is everyone agreed?"

"Of course," I replied, and Sarah and Tom also voiced their agreement.

"In that case," finished Sean, "I guess there is no time like the present."

And then we were all stood up, and Sean was next to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek and whispering, "Remember what we said – you are all mine."

Tom and Sarah also embraced, and slightly bizarrely Tom shook my hand, and then it was time for Sarah and I to head upstairs.

**********

Sarah led the way to the bedroom. It was at the far side of their house, and was almost a self-contained flat reached by walking down a long corridor, with a bedroom and attached bathroom with sink, toilet and shower.

I followed Sarah into the room, and after I had entered she moved back to the bedroom door and shut it. I heard music come on downstairs (as Sean had indicated) while I surveyed the room, which was furnished in a basic fashion with the most prominent feature being the king sized bed in the middle. The curtains had been drawn, and one small lamp in the corner was on, lighting the room in a soft orange glow.

I turned to look down at Sarah, who was about a couple of feet away from me, a foot shorter in height. She made eye contact with me, and I could suddenly tell she was nervous and ill-at-ease. Hell, I suddenly felt school-boy nervous and there was definitely an uneasy tension in the room.

"Well," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Here we are. So, what do we do now?"

Sarah blushed and smiled, embarrassed at this, then said. "I suppose we could both get into bed under the covers, then take the lower half of our clothes off."

I noted to myself as she said this that she really did look fine tonight, and Tom was definitely a lucky man. I was particularly captivated by her stunning dark brown eyes, and I was surprised I had never really noticed them properly until now.

"OK then," I said, and we both moved to opposite sides of the bed, sliding under the duvet cover, until we stopped, lying on our sides facing each other about a couple of feet apart. I was on the left side of the bed and she was on the right, and we were close enough together for me to be able to smell the fresh-scented perfume she was wearing. I had put on my favorite aftershave, which no doubt she could also smell.

We made eye contact again, while there was another awkward silence while we both waited for the other one to say or do something.

"This is a little weird," I said. "I can honestly say that I never expected the two of us to find ourselves together in this situation. And I'm completely new to this... straight sex, I mean. You'll have to guide me a little."

"I know," she replied, with a half-smile, her pert small breast again visibly pressing against her tight silk blouse as she rested on her side on her elbow. I could only half-see, because I did not want to drop my eye contact and stare directly at her chest, but I was pretty sure that she was not wearing a bra under the shirt, and that I could detect the points of her nipples pressing against the fabric. "I really appreciate you being prepared to do this."

My pleasure, I thought, but decided not to voice that. "So, do we take our jeans off now?" I asked, and she responded by nodding and then starting to wriggle slightly under the duvet, and then the jeans were cast from the side of the bed. I followed suit, then said, "And I guess we get rid of my boxers and your...erm...underwear as well?"

"I guess we do," she replied, again blushing in what I was beginning to think of as quite an endearing way. More wriggling ensued from both of us, and then we were both in bed together, still about a foot or so apart and naked from the waste down, me wearing a close-fitting t-shirt on the top half and Sarah wearing only the silk blouse. Despite my earlier surprising anticipation, the awkwardness of the situation meant that I was now currently completely flaccid.

There was an uncomfortable silence, then Sarah finally said, "Do we need to make ourselves...ready? Shall I lay on my back?"

It was my turn to look embarrassed. "Look, Sarah, I never have any problems getting ready for...intercourse with Sean, but right now there is no movement down...there." I made a meaningful look towards my midriff, currently hidden under the duvet. "I think I will need to play with myself. Is that OK?"

"God....this is really embarrassing, isn't it?" she said, openly smiling for the first time. "I think I will need to touch myself too, to also get myself...ready for you."

I then lay on my back, looking across at her as she did the same, and we both move slid slightly closer together. Again, there was shifting under the duvet as I placed my right hand on my cock, and her left arm moved down to her midriff. "We had better be careful that we don't break Rule 5, no intimate talk, with all this talk of getting ready," I joked. "Shall we start on a count of three."

This at least earned a laugh, but she didn't reply and after a second I looked across at her and noticed that her arm had begun to move under the duvet, and she had undoubtedly begun to touch her lower parts to prepare herself for sex. She had also closed her eyes while she did this, such that I was able to openly feast my eyes upon her very cute and attractive face and slender but sexy top half.

There was a look of intense concentration on her face, and she had adopted an expression which could not be described as anything other than incredibly erotic, her mouth slightly open with her top teeth resting on her bottom lip.

I could also see her chest rising and falling in deep breaths while the top part of her arm (the only part visible to me) moved slowly in what was clearly a masturbatory motion. I could now clearly see the erect nipples of her breasts pressing against the silk fabric, and I had indeed been correct that she was not wearing a bra.

I wondered what image or thought she was using to turn herself on to get herself moist enough for sex, whether she was thinking about Tom, or thinking about me and what was about to happen. I suspected the former was far more likely. I then wondered whether she was already wet enough to take my whole cock.

It was at this point that the reality of being in bed with my boyfriend's attractive and sexy best friend - a girl - who was now masturbating herself vigorously, a foot away from me, suddenly hit me. My cock responded at the same instant, and I didn't need to use my hand any more, since I was hard within seconds. God, I thought to myself truthfully, I want this sex more than anything I have wanted in a long time. My 8 inch cock felt almost painfully hard and ready for fucking.

"I'm ready," I stated, in a voice which surprised me with its huskiness.

She opened her eyes and looked at me through narrowed eyes. "Me too," she said in what was little more than a whisper. "I think I should stay on my back...you go on top?"

"OK," I replied, and we both moved closer prior to me turning and then swinging my body over her, careful to keep the duvet over us and also to hold myself up so that our bodies were not at this point touching. I felt her spread her legs under the duvet, while I placed my hands on either side of her neck, above her shoulders. I was therefore above her in the bed, holding myself up with my arms, my legs between hers so that my cock must have been only 2 or 3 inches from her core, our chests and faces about 12 inches apart.

I was very glad at this moment for my physique, and I knew that the muscles on my arms, shoulders and chest would be clearly apparent to her. Again, I felt satisfied that my body was so much better toned than Tom's, and I was sure she could not have failed to notice that.

I was also amazed at the physical difference between her and Sean, at how petite, slim and delicate her neck, shoulders and chest were when compared to my boyfriend's, the smell of her natural feminine scent mixed with the perfume she was wearing, and how enticing I found that. She was also like a tomboy in many ways. She was slim, petite, her breasts were small, just large enough to be a handful. Maybe if she was larger, curvier, with bigger breasts, there wouldn't be this weird sexual attraction I felt towards her.

My cock was incredibly hard and I savored the anticipation that I was going experience something completely new in a few seconds. I was going to enter her, a woman's body for the first time. I could see the swell of her slim hip in the dark under the duvet, and the nearness of our bodies...

I realized that I had been devouring her body with my eyes and lustful thoughts, and quickly snapped my eyes up to look at her face. She met my eyes in return, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes wide as if with half-realization of what I had been thinking.

"Ready?" I whispered softly, edging my cock closer to her entrance, without touching.

"Yes..." she replied, still holding the look with me, her eyes full of apparent trepidation, her mouth slightly open.

I moved my cock gently forwards and then it was touching her, the tip resting at the entrance to her vagina. Immediately I could feel her wetness and her heat, and I knew that her brief masturbation had succeeded in arousing her.

She shifted her body slightly and then I slowly entered her with the tip of my hard thick cock, pushing the first two inches of my member into her. My eyes had remained on hers, and I could clearly see the moment when she first felt herself stretching around my girth and abruptly realized that my cock was much bigger than her husband's, because her eye-brows lifted, her eyes widened and her mouth involuntarily formed an 'Oh' shape.

Her cunt stretched around me, deliciously hot and wet, as I proceeded to insert more of my dick into her. It was quite a difference from entering Sean. Not only did it take us less time to prepare, but it felt easier to slide into her, too. Like slipping into a warm, slippery, velvet glove. I could hear my own breathing, and see and hear hers, as three...four...five inches of my cock now filled her cunt.

I saw her hands subtly grasp the bed-sheet to hold herself steady as I pushed into her, and she continued to hold my direct stare as her pussy received me, her nose scrunching up slightly.

And God, her cunt felt incredible. She was fantastically tight around me, but stretching wonderfully as I filled her, and she was deliciously hot and wet. As the remaining inches of my cock slid into her, until I finally paused as my full 8 inches were consumed by her, I could not help but compare the tight gripping sensation on my cock with Sean's asshole. And in this comparison, I knew immediately that Sean's ass was a distant second. Sarah's cunt fitted my member like a glove. I had never in my life experienced such an exquisite feeling on my cock.

That's not to say that Sean is disappointing. We've always had good sex. Maybe it's just the novelty and the newness of experiencing sex with someone new, with a different orifice, after having sex with the same one and the same person for so long.

As I finally stopped pushing my dick into her, I also saw Sarah's now flushed face make almost a gasp, and a small involuntary shiver ran through her whole body, resulting in a lovely quivering sensation in her cunt as it gripped me. She lifted her head from the pillow and appeared to look down our bodies towards our joined genitalia, as if in confusion, before again fixing her eyes on mine with almost a plaintive look on her face.

I knew then and there that she had not expected this, had not expected my cock to be so much longer and thicker than her husband's. I also knew then that she had been approaching this scientifically, not focusing on the act of sex but only on the result, thinking that she would lie there and without passion would receive my seed, and then the act would be over.

But that was before my dick had filled her as it had now, stretching her exquisitely, the tip pressed into her cervix. Before the reality of knowing that she was not going to have...passionless intercourse with me... but that we were about to have sex. That she was about to fuck her gay best friend's boyfriend.

Her top teeth moved to rest on her bottom lip, her eyes held mine, and I started to fuck her.

I moved my hips to slowly withdraw from her, then I pushed forward again, filling her gently but firmly, savoring the feel of her incredible cunt as my flesh once again slid back and forth.

I repeated this, then again, and again, slowly and steadily moving my hips to fuck my boyfriend's sexy best friend. My arms were still positioned above her shoulder, and I saw her fingers now clench the sheet to try to hold herself in place, but I deliberately pressured my midriff against hers with every soft thrust, pushing her up the bed, my balls resting against her each time she was completely filled.

Her mouth was now open and appeared to make the 'O' shape with every push. At first, it appeared that she was trying to remain passive and just receive the thrust, with her legs spread and her hips steady, with no reciprocal clenching of her cunt as I was inside her. However, I knew instinctively and triumphantly that this was becoming more difficult for her with every withdrawal and insertion, and gradually I began to feel her cunt move to grip me on every inwards movement, and release me as I withdrew. Christ, her cunt muscles were incredible.

This was all the encouragement I needed to increase the tempo, very slightly, fucking her firmly but with a gradually faster pace. This in turn resulted in more pronounced gripping motions from her cunt. The sensations the little clenching movements all along my dick, produced for me was undoubtedly beyond anything I had ever experienced with Sean, and I think at this point she recognized the same surprise in my face that I had seen in her moments before...this was sex that felt right, better than anything either of us had felt before in our lives.

"God, this feels good," I uttered breathlessly, almost before I could stop myself, breaking Rule 5, as I continued to thrust my penis into her.

"Uh-huh," was all she responded, her voice now as husky sounding as mine had been moments earlier.

I could not help but lower my body slightly as I fucked her, putting weight on my elbows rather than my hands. My face dropped to within inches of hers, our eyes fixed on each other as we fucked.

My dick continued to move...IN...OUT...IN....OUT...stretching her around my shaft, impaling her on my rigid cock. I was deliberately now rubbing my pelvic area on her clitoris as I thrust into her, and after a couple of thrusts adopting this motion I felt her respond by grinding her own pelvis against me.

"Nnnnnn..." She suddenly made this sound, half word and half grunt, and I knew that she was deeply feeling me, feeling this act of sex.

I continued to fuck her while grinding my pelvic area against her, and at this point I moved first my right hand then my left hand to seek out hers where they gripped the sheet. My hands were much larger than hers, but as I thrust into her with increasing pace and force, I pressed my fingers into hers until our fingers on each hand were intertwined, the back of her hands pressed into the bed, and we were connected at the hands as well as the cunt.

Incredibly, this felt as intimate as anything we had done to this point, and we both recognized immediately that in locking our fingers together we had crossed a threshold of intimacy that our partners had explicitly warned us to cross.

Our hands though continued to grip each other's as I now started to pound into her, fucking her for all my worth, spreading her delicious cunt around my hard gay meat.

I lowered my body such that our chests touched, continuing to fuck her with increasing abandon, feeling her now hard nipples rub against me through the fabric of her shirt. As I now started to hammer into her welcoming tight vagina, grinding our pelvises together, our chests also now pressed into each other.

I was fucking her with complete abandon, withdrawing my 8 inch length and then powerfully thrusting it back into her exquisite cunt, feeling her body start to writhe beneath me with each thrust.

HARD....DEEP....my dick penetrated her, stretching her around me while my body pinned her petite frame in place. She had started to grunt with each inward thrust, a low guttural sound which was matched by my own panting as I pounded her pussy.

I lowered my head to her ear and could not help but lick her ear before whispering, "This is the most incredible sex I have ever had."

This appeared to be too much for her, and the next thing I felt was her legs, which had to this point been spread, bending inwards to pull me tightly into her. Then she was gripping me with her legs, holding my cock inside her while her cunt muscles clenched around me. Then her head came forward to nestle in the angle between my head and shoulder, and she abruptly said, "Fuck...."


Then she started to cum. I felt it immediately as her cunt walls started to spasm around my dick! Deliciously stimulating it, followed by a hot gush of a wet substance around my hard member. I had not been expected this. The feeling of her walls clenching and vibrating against my entire member, felt amazing. Then her whole body started to shake and spasm around me, and she made a loud prolonged moaning sound as an overwhelming orgasm overtook her.

"Fuck....Bruce....fuck.....ahhhhh," she implored as her body writhed under me in the throes of climax, her vagina gushing as her body bucked beneath me. Her legs gripped me, holding me inside her, while her cunt literally rippled around my cock. I had never experienced such an unbelievable sensation, and when I heard her whisper the words, "Ohhhhhhh.....Bruce, fill me with your thick cum," it was just too much for me.

My cock, deep inside her and pressed against her cervix, started to twitch and then my spunk was shooting inside her, filling her womb with my warm potent seed. I moaned in turn and then bucked above her as wave after wave of my cum filled her welcoming cunt, and I knew that this was prolonging her own orgasm as she felt my cum inside her.

Her legs gripped me to her, holding me in place, and our chests were mashed together, my large pecs pressing down on a pair of breasts with their erect nipples, another new experience I was beginning to enjoy. I continued to shoot my spunk inside her, as our hands released and then our arms were around each other, holding us to one another. Her cunt continued to spasm around me, milking me of every last drop into her eager womb, and we both knew that we had crossed another forbidden line by starting to caress the other's back and ass with our hungry hands.

Then it seemed the most natural thing in the world to turn our heads to one another and to start french kissing, my mouth finding hers as we greedily started to tongue each other's mouth while fondling each other. If holding hands had meant the crossing of one threshold, the hungry way in which we sucked on each other's mouths was the smashing of the final barrier imposed upon us by our respective spouses.

I felt her cunt twitch spasmodically and infrequently as my own orgasm subsided, and my erection started to decrease inside her, all while we held to each other as if our lives depended on it and devoured each other's mouth and tongue.

She had firmly held me in place with her firm thighs and legs, and I knew she was not going to release me until she was sure that all of my cum had worked its way into her, but I also knew that the wanton way in which she was giving herself to me was now about more than getting pregnant.

Holding myself inside her, I finally broke the kiss before lifting my head and breathlessly looking down at her sex-flushed face. "Did you like the feeling of my cock inside you?" I asked innocently, already knowing the answer.

"Yessss...." She whispered with horny abandon, her cunt again twitching slightly at my lewd words.

"Did you climax for my cock, like I came for your delicious cunt?" I further inquired of her, challenging her with my eyes.

She blushed delightfully, but boldly met my stare. "You know I did."

"Your cunt is SO much more enticing, tight and hot than Sean's butt, do you know that?"

"Bruce," she reproved, suddenly shy again. "You're a gay man. Aren't you? And what about Sean? You mustn't talk like that. And remember the rules."

"Sarah...you know we have already broken lots of the rules, more than our relationships with our spouses, and friendships with each other, could bear, if Sean and Tom had seen what's just taken place." As if to reinforce the point, I bent my head and again found her mouth with my own, sucking on her bottom lip. She returned the kiss hungrily, and my now only semi-erect cock twitched inside her.

"They mustn't find out," she finally said, breaking the kiss. "We both know this has been wrong. You're gay and with my best friend, for crying out loud."

"I am gay, and I do love Sean. But somehow you've become an exception for me. I don't know why. I only know that I haven't felt this excited about having sex in a long time. And the sex itself was incredible."

"I don't know, Bruce. I..."

"Well," I whispered, "tell me the truth then. You enjoyed this too. The sex was fantastic, wasn't it?"

Sarah looked away.

"How does my cock compare to Tom's?"

She looked to the side, not meeting my eyes, and said, "That's not fair...don't ask me to answer that."

"I already said you feel far better inside than Sean....I just want you to tell me the truth."

She turned her head to look at me again, staring at me intensely, before saying, "There is no comparison. Your cock is much bigger and thicker than Tom's, and you are much better at fucking. That was the best sex I have had in my entire life, without any doubt...and I know that because I have never climaxed from just fucking ever before."

This was fantastic for my ego, and we kissed again, before I lifted my head and said, "So, what happens now?"

She lifted a hand and placed it on my cheek. "Well, you have to go shower, then you must go downstairs and take Sean home, so he doesn't see the guilt which will be on my face."

Astonishingly, I didn't feel guilty at all, just elated about the sex I had just had. "And then what?" I asked. "I can't just forget about what just happened."."

She looked at me with a very serious intent face for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Well, then, shall we...try again tomorrow?"

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The next hour passed in a confused blur. One moment I was basking in the euphoric afterglow of the most incredible sexual encounter I had ever experienced, enjoying the fleeting feel of Sarah lying at my side nuzzling into my chest, the next I was under the jets of the shower in bedroom's en-suite bathroom, contemplating what had just happened.

My cock was still semi-hard as the water washed over me, my body alive with the excitement of sex with a new person. God, I could still the smell of her sex on me, even now in the shower. And the feeling of being inside her had been beyond imagination, her cunt receiving me and pulling me into her with adulterous abandon. The experience of awakening her passion, capturing her lust with my cock, the meeting of our sex, the whole encounter had been mind-blowing. Even thinking about it made me want to stride back into the room, bend her over the bed, and fuck her until she begged for mercy.

Yet even as I stood there under the shower, I felt the first hints of the guilt which was due to assault me in full force over the coming hour. I had just cheated on my boyfriend, I had had sex with a woman and I had enjoyed it, a lot. Cheated on Sean who I had been nothing but faithful and loving to for the last decade. The man who loved me completely and would never betray me in the way I had just betrayed him.

I had not assisted his best friend with pregnancy matters. I had not gone about my business in a passionless way in order to plant my seed inside his best friend. I had not had emotionless intercourse with his best friend. I had absolutely not abided by the rules which Sean had set down for the encounter with Sarah.

No, I had fucked Sarah without reserve, had cum inside her only after I had felt her delicious cunt climaxing around my dick. I had pinned her petite frame to the bed and had mashed my body against it in my eagerness to join our sexes completely. I had savored every second of this new experience. I had touched her, caressed her, had put my tongue in her mouth and kissed her. Kissed a woman that I was having sex with. I had said things to her which were a direct betrayal of my boyfriend, had told her about the supremacy of the experience of having sex with her.

When Sean had given permission for me to come here to do this act, he had not been expecting me to do any of these things. No, indeed, he had such faith in me that she had completely trusted me not to do anything remotely approaching the lustful act of betrayal I had just committed.

"Tell me you won't be any less than one-hundred percent mine, Bruce, that you can do this without feeling anything for Sarah." That is what Sean had said to me, and I had told him what she wanted to hear, that his was the only body I wanted...

Except that was not true any more. I had crossed a line with his friend, and as I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself dry, I knew that I could not undo or forget what had now been started. What Sarah and I had just done together was adultery, an act of infidelity to our long term mates. Further, it was an act of wanton heterosexual lust which had ended with my spunk pumping inside a woman, and then potentially providing her with something which her husband was incapable of giving, and something which could change the nature of all our relationships irrevocably.

And there was absolutely no point in denying to myself that I could now desire and have sex with a woman. Something I had considered impossible from high school onward. Believe me I had tried to live a straight life, to find a girlfriend who could make me happy. But it just never happened, but I accepted it, accepted my sexuality for what it was.

Was I changing now? Was it the appeal of having sex with a new person, with a different type of body, or was I beginning to discover a bisexual side of me? I was still very attracted to, and in love with, Sean. I don't think I've felt the urge to have sex with any other woman, either. But I can no longer say I lusted after my boyfriend's body above all others. I wanted Sarah, and the only thing that matched the hunger I was feeling to go back into the bedroom and lose myself in her was the guilt this desire was producing.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, contemplating the conflicting want and guilt, then splashed some water on my face and walked back into the bedroom.

Sarah was sat up in the bed, the duvet cover pulled up to her shirt covered chest, her knees apparently raised up to her chest under the duvet. Her face was still flushed and her hair erotically tousled from the recent passion, and as I came into the room her eyes moved from the door, where they had been focused, to fix onto me.

"Hi again," she said, somewhat shyly.

"Hi, stranger," I replied, and moved to pick up my clothes and start dressing. I could tell immediately that the same thoughts of guilt which had assailed me in the last 5 minutes had also gripped her, and the intimacy we had enjoyed moments before had noticeably receded. "Are you OK?"

"Yes...wonderful," she replied. "Thank you...for everything. It was wonderful..." She looked down at the bed, and I knew the awkwardness we both had felt earlier had returned to the room, and that a "but" was coming.

"Wonderful... but?" I queried, my heart pounding with an erratic giddiness I again had not felt since my teenage years.

"But....we shouldn't have done things the way we did. We shouldn't have said what we said to each other." She looked directly at me, appearing somehow sexual and demure at the same time. "What just happened...we were being unfaithful to our partners, not just physically, which we had permission for, but in our minds, in our thoughts."

Her saying it just served to reinforce the thoughts I had being having a few moments earlier. We had both betrayed the two people we cared about more than any others in the world.

"I know," I replied.

"If they had seen this, it would have devastated them," she added, looking like she might be on the verge of tears. "If Sean had seen this, he would hate me. He had agreed, as a friend, to let us do this, and I end up...fucking his 'gay' boyfriend like a sex-crazed whore."

"There were two of us doing the fucking, and you are definitely not a whore," I said, emotions of guilt mixing with a sudden concern about what might be coming next. "What you are saying is true. What we just did was not mechanical, it didn't abide by the rules they set out. We have just committed adultery. But it was the most incredible sex of my life and yours too I think, and I think we both know and recognize that."

As I said this she bunched her knees up closer to her chest, putting her chin on the top of her knees over the duvet, and I suddenly knew again that I wanted her desperately. If she turned to me now and told me to come to her, I knew I would be on her in moments, would grab hold of her shirt and rip it off her body in my eagerness to access her flesh, and I would damn the consequences.

"I think we both need to think long and hard about whether we do this again, Bruce," she said, without looking at me.

I definitely was a mix of emotions now, my recently spent lust mixing with the guilt which was in turn battling slight anxiety.

"I'm going to go downstairs now and go home with Sean," I said. "I am not going to give him any hint or suggestion about what has happened tonight. Once I have gone you should get yourself sorted, and in turn do not speak about exactly what happened between us to Tom."

She turned to me, her large exotic brown eyes and pretty features piercing me. "And then what?" she asked.

"If either you or me decides that it ends here," I said, "we tell our spouses during the next 24 hours that we don't want to continue. If I decide, I won't be here tomorrow. If you decide, call Sean and call it off. Otherwise, I will be back here tomorrow night."

She considered this, then said, "OK."

At this, I moved over and kissed her on the cheek, before leaving the room to go and meet my loving and faithful boyfriend.


As I walked into the downstairs front room to see Sean, I wondered if he would be able to read my face immediately, read the guilt and conflict in my thoughts.

Would he look at me closely, size me up, then announce, "You fucking cheating bastard! You're supposed to be gay, and you've just had mind-blowing sex with my best friend, and have destroyed my rules and my faith in you."

Of course, my face was a carefully constructed mask and indeed he did not instantly detect the truth of the situation or utter these slightly preposterous words. Instead, he looked at me, concern on his face, and said "You OK babe?"

"Yes, fine," I replied, in a quiet tone. Looking round the room, I could not see Tom anywhere. The music playing from the stereo in the corner was very loud, and I was immediately comforted that it was very unlikely that they would have been able to hear any noises from upstairs. "What about you?"

"Oh, feel slightly weird," he said, and laughed half-heartedly. He moved to turn the music down. "But, I'm fine too."

"Where's Tom?" I asked, sudden concern filling me that Tom had gone upstairs during my and Sarah's sex and had been listening outside the door, listening with jealous cuckolded rage while I pounded his wife into a grunting moaning orgasm.

"I think he found this even harder than he was expecting," Sean replied, and he walked close to me and put his hand in mine, squeezing my hand. "Even harder than I did. He went outside to stand in the garden, for a few minutes."

This was big relief for me, because it meant that I would be able to escape from Tom and Sarah's house without having to encounter him. Christ, the last thing I wanted to deal with right now was if he insisted on shaking hands again, before thanking me for my hard work.

However, I had not missed the point that Sean had said "even harder than I did," making it clear that it had been difficult for him to sit downstairs listening to music while his boyfriend and best friend fucked upstairs, even if he could not hear it. I wondered what he had been imagining.

"Can we go then?" I asked, and Sean nodded, before we headed out of their front door and started walking back to our house.

We walked in silence for a few seconds, Sean's hand clutching mine firmly. I truly could not think of anything appropriate to say in reference to the preceding hour, and I had no doubt that Sean's mind was a whirl with questions.

After a few seconds of walking, Sean turned to me, and with a slightly anxious look on his face, said, "Are we still OK?"

The uncertainty in his usually strong and confident face immediately touched me and heightened my level of guilt, and I put my hand on his cheek as I faced him, and whispered, "Yes, of course we are. You are my boyfriend and I love you." Unfaithful, two-faced, adulterous cheating bastard, the guilt-ridden part of my mind whispered to me while I said this.

He made a large happy grin as I said this, and turned back to continue walking. "If you don't mind me asking, what was it like?" The question was asked in almost a disinterested fashion, but I had no doubt at all that the casual tone was an attempt to mask the uncertainty and fear he had displayed just seconds earlier. And I also had no doubt that he needed an answer, something to reassure him.

"It was..." I started, my mind reaching for the proper adjective to sum up the most incredible sexual experience of my life, for words which could describe the feel of a woman's silken cunt rippling around my cock as I shot my cum into her. "It was slightly weird, what, with her being a woman, very uncomfortable and awkward." Lying cheat, that part of my brain cried out again.

"Did...IT...happen then," Sean asked, as we came up to our front door.

"Yes. We had, erm, intercourse. I went on top and we, you know, did IT."

"And Sarah got your sperm inside her?" Sean was perhaps understandably asking me a lot of questions with an apparent level of urgency, and in some ways I was happy to get the discussion about these matters out of the way now.

"Yes," I replied, as Sean stood by our front door without moving to open it.

"Breeder!" Sean chuckled. "At least, let's hope so. And the sooner the better, so we can put this craziness behind us. Although I guess we won't know until after the five attempts, either way."

"What was Sarah doing?" Sean asked. "How did she make you..cum in her?" There was no feigned casualness in the question now, and my boyfriend's stare at me was intense while his hand still gripped mine. He has no experience in sex with women. The physical sensations, and perhaps the mechanics, were as foreign to him as they had been to me, until recently. I struggled trying to find the right words. But words that couldn't be completely true and reflect the experience that both Sarah and I had just shared together.

I reddened slightly, and hoped that Sean would mistake my blushing for embarrassment when it was actually for shame. How to answer that question?

"She lay on her back, I was on top," I answered. Stick to the truth where you can, the lying conniving part of my mind advised me, it's more convincing that way. "She just lay there while I entered her and started moving. She didn't really respond and we didn't touch each other, but she did become...lubricated inside, enough to have sex and to stimulate me. I made myself cum by closing my eyes and thinking about having sex with you." Fine answer, my devious internal adviser added, while I maintained direct eye contact throughout.

Sean appeared to contemplate that for a few seconds, and then asked me, "so there wasn't a physical difference in the way it felt between entering her and entering me, with it being different holes, and all?"

"Yes," I responded quickly, "you're way better." I assured him with a kiss. "Nothing compares favorably to you." hoping he believed me.


He smiled, and then turned to open the door, and I assumed I had passed whatever test he had been setting with his questions.

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5 minutes later Sean turned to me, and smiled. "So. Now it's just the two of us." I could clearly recognize what he wanted by the way he put his hand on his hips and smiled mischievously.

"Shall we go upstairs?" I suggested, grinning and happy to see that the sexual implications of my boyfriend's comment still caused a reaction in my cock.

He moved in closer to me, walking slowly and sensuously, entering my personal space and put both his arms around my neck, purring seductively, "Oh, why waste time, I want to reclaim my boyfriend right here, and right now."

And then we were kissing in the entrance hallway of our house, by the stairs, my arms reaching around to his back and waist and pulling his body into me, his chest pressed against mine while our mouths explored each others. I ran my hand down his body to his ass, gripping it and pulling him tightly onto me, while he ran his hands into my hair.

He was definitely hot for me and wanted sex, there was no doubt about that by the way he pulled me onto him and the urgency in his mouth as our tongues intertwined. He sinuously shifted his hips to grind himself against my now stiffening dick as we kissed, and his words about reclaiming his boyfriend echoed in my head. I felt sure that he was about to give me a sexual encounter which he intended to employ to wipe out all thoughts of Sarah's body from my mind, whether he believed it had been a passionless encounter or not.

As I fondled his body and kissed him, my cock now fully stiff as we made out in the space next to our stairs, a part of me could not help but make a comparison between the familiar body of my boyfriend's and the woman I had fucked only minutes earlier; Sean's flat, slightly muscular chest compared to Sarah's firm soft breasts. Sean's height compared to Sarah's' petiteness, Sean's's slightly leaner muscular body and broad shoulders compared to Sarah's delicately slim, smooth and toned physique. And the exciting thing was that the contrasting earlier experience made my boyfriend's body somehow slightly less familiar and therefore more exciting.

I was pulling Sean onto me firmly, my cock pressing rock hard into his abdomen, and we could both feel how turned on the other one was as we mashed our mouths onto each other's. I was therefore momentarily surprised when Sean pulled abruptly away from the kiss, but this surprise turned quickly into thrilling anticipation as he started to run his hands down my chest while sinking down to his knees in front of me.

I was therefore stood in the hallway of our house, still fully clothed and with my cock rigid in my jeans, my boyfriend kneeling in front of me with a sexy grin covering his face.

Sean placed both his hands on my crotch, one hand sliding up and along my shaft through my jeans, the other one reaching under to cup my balls. he moved his mouth to within about an inch of my dick, such that I was already anticipating the feel of his lips even through the jeans, then looked up at me sideways and whispered, "Who does this cock belong to?"

"You...." I replied, imploring him to go further.

He reached up and unbuckled my belt, before sliding down my zip.

"And I am the only one you will ever truly want, aren't I?" Even as he said this, he pushed my jeans down my hips so that they fell around my ankles, my cock now bulging against the straining fabric of my boxers. His mouth moved closer and his lips parted and then were pressed forward to rest against the side of my boxer covered shaft, without actually moving on it.

"Yes.....I want you so much," I replied, once again a slave to my now master-less dick.

"Well then, tell me what you want me to do?" he teased, while just the tip of his tongue emerged and lapped about an inch up my cock.

"Suck my dick, please," I urged, and thankfully this was all the extra encouragement he needed to commence. He immediately lapped his tongue again along the boxers, but this time started at the base of my cock and trailed all the way up its length until he circled on the tip. Still looking up at me, he smiled, then hooked his thumbs onto the elastic of my boxer shorts and pulled them over my cock and down my legs, such that I could shake off both the boxers and the jeans down from my ankles.

His hand then returned to my balls, and he started to fondle them while his mouth moved to the head of my circumcised cock. He swirled his tongue around the tip of my cock once, then while still caressing my balls teasingly said, "I hope these balls are still full of your delicious spunk....I hope you haven't used it all on her?"

"God...no," I whispered, wanting him to put my cock in his mouth. "Lot's left for you."

"That's good...because..." he opened his mouth, and softly wrapped his lips on the head of my cock and sucked it, slowly and tantalizingly. "...because, I want your cum in my mouth, and in my ass..."

Then he started to properly work me with his mouth and lips, sucking me into him while his tongue snaked along the underside of my cock. One hand continued to fondle my balls, while the other was placed around the base of my cock, and he greedily drew more of me inside his warm wet oral cavity as he increased the pace of the blowjob.

Sean was a fantastic cocksucker, and tonight he was really working hard to pleasure me, his tongue swirling on the underside of my dick while he moved his lips up and down me.

"Mmmmmm......" I moaned, placing one hand onto his shoulder and the other onto the back of his head, my eyes closing slowly in pleasure as Sean put all of his passion and expertise into working my dick, his lips taking my cock in, then deliciously releasing me.

My hand on the back of his head slowly began to push my cock further into his mouth and throat. This was so right, I thought, as his ministrations with his hands and mouth enticingly drew me towards orgasm. My beloved boyfriend pleasuring me, sex without betrayal, lust without guilt. He increased the pace and effort on my cock, and in pleasure I closed my eyes....

....and suddenly, in my mind it was no longer Sean kneeling in front of me, giving me a fantastic blowjob. Instead, Sarah knelt in front of me, her petite hands sliding around my cock while her hungry mouth worked me. In the picture in my mind she was naked but for red silk panties and a pair of knee-high black leather boots tucked beneath her. Her eyes were fixed on me while she worshiped my dick with her mouth and one of her hands, the other hand sliding down her sleek waist to slip inside her panties and find her crotch, to masturbate herself while she pleasured me. Her tongue worked me expertly while her exotic brown eyes remained locked on mine, and I pushed my member firmly into her willing orifice as I felt myself cumming in her mouth....




I groaned and exclaimed, "Fuck, you are so fucking horny....Sean."

Then my eyes opened and I snapped back into the guilty reality that I was shooting cum into my boyfriend's mouth, not Sarah's, and that my hand was pressed on Sean's head forcing him to stay in position as I shot my load of spunk into his throat. I could feel Sean gagging slightly, but could also feel him swallowing as I came inside his mouth. Taking my cum, and no doubt thinking with happiness that the exclamation had been aimed at him and not his best friend.

I released the pressure on the back of his head, self-loathing flowing over me in conjunction with the second release of my lust that evening. My boyfriend had wanted to pleasure me to make me his again, and I had once more betrayed him with my adulterous thoughts, had once again placed his friend above him in my thoughts of sexual desire.

Sean continued to swallow the rest of my spunk, before sliding away from my cock and standing up. Oblivious to my inner turmoil, and alive with the joy and satisfaction of pleasuring his boyfriend, he smiled at me and ran his hand onto my neck, caressing me briefly.

Then he turned away from me, and bent forwards to place his hands on the third stair on the staircase, his ass pointing up and out at me. "Now fuck me, Bruce," he stated, almost in a tone of command. "I need my boyfriend's dick inside me," Sean said, as he spat on his fingers to lube himself ready for me.

I turned round to come behind him, my dick still rock hard even after the orgasm seconds earlier. I placed my cock at his anal entrance, put my hands on his hips and then, in direct contrast to the slow teasing way my sex had entered Sarah earlier that evening, I entered Sean in one swift hard movement. "That's it Bruce, fuck me hard," he demanded of me.

I was a guilty, adulterous, betrayer, I thought, as I started to fuck my lover, my thick cock sliding in and out of his ass. I had cheated on him with my thoughts and my body. Sean however was not aware of this so it could not impede his own need for quick satisfaction, and he promptly started to moan while I used my hands on his hips to forcefully pull him back onto my dick.

This was the first time I had revisited his asshole since the revelation which had been sex with Sarah, and I realized instantly that his asshole could not compare to his best friend's exquisite cunt, that it did not deliciously grip me and envelop me all the way just like Sarah's pussy did. With Sean, there was just a tight grip at the entrance, and the warm softness of his insides. Of course, Sean was completely unaware of this as his panting continued in front of me while I fucked his ass, my cock entering him to the hilt such that my hips banged into his cheeks.

"Oh, Bruce..." moaned Sean, "That's it...fuck me, fuck me hard."

He was grunting now with every powerful entry, but despite his obvious enjoyment I was too shockingly aware of the unflattering comparison I was making, that Sean's asshole just was not capable of providing the peerless sensation his best friend had given to me earlier, and I felt somehow angry that fucking Sean's ass would forever now be diminished for me.

"God.....nnnnnn.....nnnnnnn," he uttered, making sounds that were more animal-like and primal with each firm thrust. "That's it Bruce, give it to me. FUCK me!"

I was hammering into him for minutes, my stamina extended significantly by the two orgasms I had already experienced that evening, and there was no question that he was building up to a very explosive orgasm himself, jerking his cock furiously, as I moved my hands over his back and shoulders. His moans and squeals were becoming more extended with every thrust.

"Ohhhh......nnnnnn....nnnnnn..." he uttered, now a slave himself to the power of the fucking he was receiving.

His ass was twisting in front of me as his orgasm drew closer, such that I had to continually drag him back onto my dick, giving him no respite from the pounding he was taking. He was getting very close, but with slight alarm I knew that a further orgasm for myself suddenly seemed a very distant prospect, and I could not escape the thought that his ass felt so inferior to Sarah's twat.

"Oh, Bruce, I am going to cum...." he finally screamed as I fucked him in our hallway If there was one sure way to alert Sean that there was more to the encounter with Sarah than I had indicated, it would be if I failed to cum while fucking him. But as my boyfriend's familiar body writhed in front of me, impaled on my cock, I knew with adulterous resignation what I would have to do if I wanted to find release. So it was that as he started to shake around me, his legs buckling slightly and his asshole starting to quiver as his orgasm arrived, that I closed my eyes again....

....and I was above Sarah again, savoring those first few moments after entering her, when she had looked down at our joined sexes with anxious confusion, while I marveled at the sensation of her silken cunt....then I jumped to the moment when I had fucked her to orgasm, and my spunk was filling her, pumping into her, overwhelming her with lust as we ground our bodies together...

And at last my third and final orgasm of the evening arrived, my sperm shooting into my boyfriend's anus as he screamed in front of me in the throes of what was an almighty orgasm.

"Oh...Bruce...fuck, that was so good," he said finally, panting heavily to catch his breath while leaning back into me, my cock still inside his, and turning to kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around his chest and waist from behind, returning the kiss, feeling even more guilt over what had just happened.

"I love you," he whispered, breaking the kiss.

"I love you too," I replied, but even as I said it I knew that I had already made my own decision that I would be returning to his best friend's arms and losing myself in lust with Sarah the next evening. I did not have the willpower to resist the sexual desire that I now felt for Sean's best friend, and the only person who would now stop me returning for more of the delicious experience of infidelity was Sarah herself.




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And so, there I was, almost 22 hours later, my hand poised at the door handle to Tom and Sarah's home.

The day which had just passed had seemed to extend without end, filled with a nervous anxiety that the phone was going to ring at any given point, delivering the message I did not want to hear. During working hours, every time my Personal Assistant Alison had put a call through I had been expecting it to be Sean passing on the news that would end my adulterous sexual adventure, announcing that Sarah had called the whole idea off, had decided not to try for a second time. Indeed, my productivity for the day had disappeared among recollections of the evening before, memos and emails eclipsed by the time I spent browsing pornographic images of men and women having sex, imagining me and Sarah, attempting the various activities and positions shown in them.

But lunchtime had come, and still Sarah had not phoned to cancel, nor had the call come throughout the long afternoon. Then, when I had got home from work and Sean had greeted me, I was expecting it to be the first thing that he announced, that Sarah had cancelled the second attempt. Instead, I had been kissed on the cheek and informed that he was ordering in pizza for dinner.

And so, the whole day had passed but the call to cancel had not come, to my excited delight. Whatever thoughts of guilt and shame Sarah had felt as a result of last night, none of these had been enough to overcome either her desire to get pregnant or her need to feel my cock inside her again. Which meant that she had consciously decided to have a second sexual encounter with me, had decided to invite me back despite knowing that I had produced a sexual response in her cunt with my dick which her husband had never been capable of providing.

When Sean and I had therefore arrived at their house, we had been greeted just by Tom, with the music from the downstairs stereo already turned up to an uncomfortably loud level. Apparently Sarah was waiting upstairs, and so as I made ready to head upstairs and again fuck his best friend, Sean kissed me on the cheek and told me that she would be waiting for me. Noticeably, Tom did not shake my hand tonight, but made an awkward gesturing motion towards the stairs, before turning and walking into his living room.

My hand paused at the door handle to the bedroom. Should I knock first, should I show proper social etiquette to the woman I had pumped my sperm into the night before? I decided not to, and turned the door handle and entered the room.

Sarah was sat at the side of the bed, and she turned to look at me as soon as I entered the room.


"So, you decided to come?" she asked, neutrally, her fantastic brown eyes finding mine instantly. I noticed immediately that she was wearing a red silk dressing gown, strapped at the waist, which came halfway down her thighs as she sat at the side of the bed. Her silky black hair looked lustrous tonight, resting fully on her shoulders as if she had been brushing it out only moments before, and her lips looked glossy. And there was definitely a stronger essence of her perfume in the room. With excitement, I recognized that she had prepared herself for my visit.

"Yes," I replied. "So, you decided not to cancel?"

"I decided not to cancel," she repeated, the words and their implications left lingering for seconds after she had said them.

"And what about Tom and Sean?" I asked, my confidence growing slightly as I realized that things were definitely going ahead.

She blushed, then replied, "They must never know what happens in this room. Whatever happens. It will destroy my marriage, and your relationship with Sean, as well as our friendships, if they find out. We broke so many of their rules last night."

I knew that was completely true, and indeed had been reflecting upon that during the day. "I know...but at least we didn't break rule one and rule eight," I quipped. Rule one had stated that there were 5 attempts, and rule 8 that we were never to speak about all of this again after the 5 nights, so breaking these last night would really have been some effort. I could not help but give a half-smile at my weak attempt at humor, and she saw this and also appeared to smirk for a second before reverting to a serious look.

"Those are the ones we must never break, under any circumstances, if we care about our spouses. And partners, you must not joke about this," she reprimanded me slightly. Then she asked, "Can we do this while abiding by the rules?"

"You know the answer to that is 'no'," I replied. "We both know that if we do this again, after how incredible last night was, that we will obliterate their rules. By being here, we both know we have already decided to disregard all the other rules."

She looked suddenly downcast, but did not say anything for a few seconds, which was implicit acceptance of my statement. Then she stated, "I felt so...sad...last night, lying down next to Tom, feeling like I had betrayed him in a way I never expected to. I don't know if he sensed that I was in turmoil inside. And yet, I felt sad but at the same time strangely elated. I wanted to call Sean to cancel today, I really did, but the memory of you being inside me, it was too much. I could not resist being here with you again tonight." This was all delivered quietly, but the words 'inside me' were delivered with emotion, and my lust for her again gripped me.

"Have you thought about this? About us? You're supposed to be gay, and you love Sean. He's my best friend and I don't want to ruin that."

For a couple of seconds, I wanted to blurt out what I had really been thinking about over the course of the last 24 hours, of how I had been thinking about her and what I wanted to do to her. Part of me wanted to tell her about the sex with Sean the night before and how she had dominated my thoughts during that session. To tell her about how I had been like a schoolboy with a crush all day, counting down the hours to when I could again see the newly found object of my desire. That I couldn't explain the sudden appearance of my heterosexual lust, but that it had lit a fire in me I could not ignore.

Instead, with far more control, I shook my head and said, "Stand up, and come over to me."

She paused for a second, the she got to her feet up and walked to me, and I concluded with elation that she was resolved to the course of action that we were both set upon. I could see the delicious swell of her small breasts against the silk dressing gown, and I felt a sense of triumph from the fact that she had made herself ready for me.

She stopped a couple of feet away from me, her eyes locking onto mine as if to challenge me to make the next move. In response, I moved forward to enter her personal space, about a foot away from her. I could smell her perfume more intensely now, could sense the tantalizing proximity of her flesh beneath the dressing gown, and my cock started to respond. However, I also wanted to savor this moment.

"Before we start," I said, emboldened now, and picking up on the theme discussed moments earlier, "I want to set out some new rules."

Her eyebrow raised slightly, but she quickly recognized from my look that I wanted her to play along with my game. "Oh yes? What rules?"

"New rule 1," I announced, edging slightly closer to her, our mouths just inches away. "In this room, there is no guilt, however we both feel when we are outside of this place." I moved my right hand to place it on her left arm.

Her expression shifted slightly again at the use of the word 'guilt', then it looked like she was again re-confirming a decision which she had already made, and with resolve she smiled and said, "Agreed. Shall I make up rule 2?" Her hand moved in turn to my arm.

"Yes, sure," I replied, slightly surprised that she had joined the game so quickly.

"Rule 2. We only have...intercourse....here, in this bedroom." I recognized that she was repeating what Sean had said the night before, but then she added, "....but, anywhere in this bedroom, and I guess that includes the en-suite too." She edged in closer to me as she expressed this variation of the rule which Sean had set out, such that there was less than 3 inches between our bodies, her mouth slightly open in a pose which required all of my willpower not to lean down and draw her succulent bottom lip into my mouth.

"Good rule," I whispered, and my other hand found her neck, caressing her neck and hair. She responded in almost cat-like fashion, turning her head into my hand to receive the caress. "Rule 3. We do what we have to do as soon as possible, then finish and go back downstairs. But if what we have to do is make love to each other for over an hour, then that is what we have to do."

"Mmmm....that's a good rule too," she replied, and we both knew that, having already made the joint commitment that this was going to happen, we were crossing yet more boundaries with each other by playing in this manner. "Rule 4. We only undress to the minimum extent required." As she said this, both hands went to my belt, and in seconds she had undone my belt and unzipped my fly, giving some freedom to my now rigid cock, which she stared at brazenly. Having released me, her hands then went to the sash on her dressing gown, and she untied this before sensuously and slowly shrugging the gown off her small shoulders. "As in, take your bottoms off but leave your tops on."

The erotic charge that was already building in the room moved up to another level when she released her incredible body from the dressing gown. Under the gown, she was wearing a red slinky camisole on her top half, which barely covered her small breasts and did nothing to cover her sleek stomach, and she had nothing on her lower half such that her silky slim legs were well-displayed. I consumed the sight of her body like a starving man, savoring her petite frame and toned body, relishing the soft swell of her small breasts and hips, the dark black triangle of the hair at her sex, the same area I was used to seeing a thick tube of flesh, now just covered a warm fleshy orifice. Her body was flawless, and I could see that she was delighted by my appreciative reaction. I had never reacted to a woman this way, at least not until the night before. This new sight was still both a little scary, and very exciting for me.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head with purpose, then pushed off my own jeans, so that I was stood in just my boxer shorts, our bodies now closer, both of knowing that our mutual lust was coiled and waiting to explode upon each other. "Rule 5," I whispered. "No intimate talk, obviously...no saying anything remotely unfaithful like....'you are the most effortlessly erotic person I have ever met, I want to bend you over the side of that bed and fuck you until you scream for mercy, until I unleash my sperm in you'."

Her hand moved to my chest, resting there lightly. "No, definitely nothing like that, or anything like me saying 'I want to ride your big cock and feel you stretch me again in a way which my husband is incapable of doing, and I want to grind my clit against you while I fuck you from on top until you shoot your delicious sperm inside me'."

Her hand slid down from my chest to my lower stomach. "Rule 6," she added. "No intimate touching." With this, she leaned forward gradually so that her head was resting into my chest, and her left hand reached down into my boxers and her delicate fingers trailed softly around my rock hard cock. She twisted her hand gently so the palm of her hand was gently caressing me, and then she started to slowly masturbate me. I took the opportunity to lose the last my clothes, as she added, "If we need to use our hands to steady each other, like this...." She leaned more firmly into me as she moved her hand up and down my circumcised shaft, "...that's fine. But nothing else."

I responded by moving a hand onto her chest, reaching under her camisole to cup one of her delightful small pert breasts for the first time. My large hand enveloped the breast, and I could feel her nipple pressing hard against my palm.

"Rule 7," I stated, huskily, while her hand slowly manipulated my cock. "There is to be nothing else intimate. "No kissing, obviously..." With this, my other hand raised her chin and our mouths found one another, in a surprisingly controlled and tender kiss. "In fact, nothing involving mouths..." And with this I started to trail soft kisses down from her mouth, to her chin, to her slender neck and shoulders, until my mouth was over her breast.

I pushed the camisole up with my hand, relishing the contrast to Sean's toned, flat chest, as I stared at her small breasts, then my mouth was on Sarah's small erect nipple. I had a nipple, at least one attached to a breast, in my mouth for the first time. It was hard as I started to tease it with my lips and tongue, and I heard Sarah whisper, erotically, sensitive to having her nipple licked. "Rule 8...let's forget the rest of the rules..."

It was effortless, given our contrasting size and build, she was so light compared to both Sean and I, to softly pick her up and carry her to the bed, where I lay her gently on her back, her legs pointing out to the side of the mattress. Once she was deposited there I returned to her breasts, sucking and licking the nipple on her right tit while my right hand played with her other breast. Her breasts. I could get used to this.

I heard her sigh in pleasure while I aroused one nipple with my tongue while circling my right palm around the other. I was delighting now in the experience of being able to surround and engulf Sarah's small breasts with my hand and mouth. Sarah's nipples were clearly much more sensitive than Sean's too, because her body was squirming slightly on the mattress as I pleasured her, and one of her hands moved round to play with the back of my hair.

I circled my right hand on her nipple once more, then slowly started to slide it down her body, teasingly circling on her midriff, waiting to see how she would respond while I continued to lick and suck her other nipple. I felt her legs shift to spread apart, in what was an obvious invitation for my hand to gain access to her sex.


I responded in turn, sliding my large fingers down her perfectly toned stomach and reaching between her legs, finding her clitoris with my index finger.

"Ahhhhh........" she whispered in response, as I started to circle my finger on her clit, and I could feel that she was very wet already and was extremely turned on.

I leaned across her to place my mouth on her other nipple now while I continued to slowly manipulate her button, knowing that I had found the exact right spot by the way her breathing deepened. "Like that?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yesssss...." she replied, dreamily. "Are you sure you've never been with a woman before?"

"Positive." My response. I didn't tell her I had been watching straight porn earlier in the day, to gain some tips.

I had decided that I was going try make her cum more than once. I had heard that, unlike men, women, if handled the right way, could achieve multiple orgasms during sex. So I decided to use my fingers to bring her to her first orgasm, that I was only going to slide my cock into her after her passion had already exploded once.

"You have such a sexy slim body," I whispered to her, while I tongued her nipple and increased the pace and pressure of the circling of my finger on her clit.

"You tooo...," she responded, her legs spread fully open to give access to my hand. "Ohhh...you're so good!"

"I have been thinking about doing this to you all day," I added, while my middle finger joined in with the manipulation of her clitoris, feeling her moisture immediately as it pressed upon her. I loved how she got wet so quickly, and it was a natural response. I wish this was the case with anal sex. It would make things quicker and easier, for sure.

"Ohhh...me tooo..." she moaned, and I knew that her climax was building.

"Thinking about your delicious body, and all the things I am going to do to it to give you pleasure. Like this." My tongue was lapping her nipple between words, my fingers now properly frigging her clit, ever more quickly and firmly.

"Uh-huh...ohhhh.... that's so horny," she uttered, both hands now on my neck and hair, pulling me to her breasts. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......"

Then she started to climax around my fingers, her back bucking up off the bed and her pelvis trying to grind itself into my hand. I momentarily released my mouth from her breast, but then my tongue found her again while my fingers did not release her, and I felt her whole body start to shake in orgasm. My cock was incredibly hard and I knew that I would not be able to resist fucking her for much longer.

She continued to shake as her climax took her, finally reaching down to place her delicate hand on my wrist to implore me to release her clit. I did this, and also moved my head up from her breast, before placing my hands on her hips and moving her body so that her feet came just short of the edge of the bed.

I moved above her, edging forward so my face was just inches from hers, and positioned my dick at the opening of her cunt. She looked at me with an intense lustful expression, so different to the situation and the look of trepidation just 24 hours earlier, when I had found myself poised over her on this very bed for the first time.

"Fuck me, Bruce," she urged me, and then I was in her again, my cock sliding into her warm, inviting cunt.

This time there was no cautious and gradual entry, and instead I was inside her in one firm steady movement. Immediately I could feel again the incredible compatibility of our sexes, could feel how well I filled her and how perfectly her pussy molded to my shape.

"Fuck...." I moaned, her heat and tightness far surpassing the sensations of Sean's asshole the night before. I then started to fuck Sarah, her hands on my shoulders, and whispered, "This feels so fucking right."

There was no shy reticence on her part tonight either, no pretending at the start that she was not feeling me and trying to avoid moving her hips with me. Sarah was wantonly fucking me from the outset, her cunt gripping and releasing me in its wonderful warm hot interior.

"Your dick, inside me," she panted, while I stretched her around my cock. "It feels so goooddd...I never knew...never knew I could feel so full."

I leaned in and we kissed for a few seconds while the fucking continued, my cock pistoning in and out of her, banging into her cervix, her legs already moving to grip me into place and her hand sliding onto my ass to try to pull me ever deeper into her.

"Your cunt surpasses anything, anyone, I have ever been with," I replied, knowing that the incredible sensations she was providing me with and the erotic nature of her words were going to cause me to cum more quickly than I was accustomed to.

Her cunt was dripping with moisture, my balls feeling the wetness coming out of her as they slapped into her. "This is so goooddd," she panted, "I love being fucked by you....hammer me with your big dick, pin me to the bed and fuck me."

I needed no more encouragement, and I started to pound into her with increasing force and passion, her tiny frame writhing under my large muscled body, our mutual sounds of lust filling the room along with the sound of creaking bed springs.

This was sex that was perfection, two bodies united in mutual lust, a cock and a cunt that were made to fill and to receive the other. I was grunting loudly while she started to moan loudly with every insertion of my cock, pressing herself into me and gripping me. Her soft feminine moans sounding so refreshingly different to my ears than Sean's deeper groans.

She finally arched her back against me, and panted, "Nnnnnnnnnnn.......ohhhhh......you are the best fuck of my life Bruce."

Then it was too much for me, the pent-up desire of the last day exploding from my cock and gushing into her, my cum filling her and shooting into her cervix. My balls seemed to be releasing a torrent of cum inside her, and the feel of my spunk filling her immediately sent her over the edge, and she in turn started to cum.

Once again her cunt quivered around my dick deliciously in the grips of her orgasm, the fantastic rippling feeling extracting every last seed of cum from my body. My mouth and hers locked onto each other as we expressed the pleasure we were feeling with and the desire we were feeling for the other person by sliding our tongues into each other's mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmm......" she moaned, "Fill me up with your seed, Bruce, give me what my husband cannot give me." She continued to grip and squeeze my still hard dick with her pussy walls, helping to maintain my erection.

We kissed again, then I replied, "I want you to have all of my cum, every last drop, my sexy horny lover."

She looked at me with intensity, and I realized what word I had said, the term I had used which acknowledged openly what we now were. After a few seconds, she whispered, "I love your cum inside me....lover."

Then we were kissing again, her hands caressing my back and ass, knowing that we had just crushed another psychological barrier which both brought us closer together while drawing us further away from our promises to our spouses.

The sexual work of her hands, mouth and cunt as we embraced kept me hard inside her, then it seemed the most primitive thing to be withdrawing from her before standing up, and urging her to, "Lean over the side of the bed."

She did so without hesitation, her pert small round ass-cheeks and her cunt displayed to me as she stood up, then turned to lean forwards to place her hands on the bed. Then I was in her again, entering her from behind, my cock slick from our mixed fluids.

"Ohhh....ohhhh....ohhhh," she started to moan immediately, her body shaking with each forward thrust I made. As I pulled her exquisite cunt onto me. She had a fantastic ass, and I savored the view of her body from behind, her head tilted forwards as she received the thrust such that her lustrous black hair fell forwards over her face.

The comparisons and contrasts between fucking two different people, male and female, in this same position in the space of 24 hours immediately came to me, charging me erotically as I fucked Sarah from behind. I loved my boyfriend, but this petite woman in front of me now, this woman who moaned and groaned with every slam inwards of my cock, this woman had supplanted my boyfriend as the prime receptacle of my lust and desire.

"God, how did I survive without experiencing fucking you," I moaned as I took her from the rear, my large hands gripping her hips firmly.

"How did I survive without your cock inside me," she responded, "Nnnnnnn....ohhhh....feels so fucking good filling me up."

This was surpassing even the sex of the night before in its intensity and sheer physical euphoria, and again I felt myself drawing closer to orgasm. This time she reached her climax before me, however, and she started to almost shriek with delight as a third wave of orgasm hit her, her whole body convulsing and her cunt pulsing around me as she came.

I was unable to outlast her by much, however, and for the second time that evening my spunk entered her, joining the cum that had already been mashed into her cunt by my pistoning dick.

Her whole body shook around me and she fell face forward onto the bed, drawing me with her, still inside of her.

We lay like that for minutes afterwards, the occasional pulsing of her cunt keeping me semi-hard while she held me in place, some of my spunk seeping out of her but no doubt lots staying within.

She lay with her face to the side, and I nuzzled her neck while we basked in the physical joy we had just experienced together. Part of me wondered how long we had been up here for, whether our spouses had started to wonder where we were and what was taking so long. Another part of me did not care, and simply relished being on top of a woman I was lost in lust for.

Sarah looked sleepy, in a slightly dreamy state, and she whispered, "Thank you, lover."

I kissed her cheek, trying to find the will to break this intimacy, but knowing that I would have to. My heart was pounding. How was I going to be able to give all this up, in three nights' time?


The next day in the office was even less productive than the day which had preceded it. My mind was alternating between naughty recollections of the cock-clenching sex I had enjoyed with Sarah the night before, back to feelings of guilt and uncertainty arising from the interaction with Sean which had come later in that evening, before fixing on erotic cum-drenched images of what might await me on night three of sexual relations with my boyfriend's best friend.

My thoughts were everywhere other than on the report I had to get finished, and I noted to myself that if I carried on like this for many more days, I might have to start charging for my sperm-delivery antics since I would be out of a job.



The thing which was able to dampen my ardor, however, every time my thoughts turned to it, was the difficult exchange with Sean the night before. Considering it now, I could see that from the moment of greeting my boyfriend in Tom and Sarah's living room following the second explosive sex session with his best friend, I had been carelessly less guarded.

However, none of that was very significant compared to my recollections of the conversation with Sean in our bed.

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He had been leaning on his side, wearing just his bottoms, having just got in next to me after getting him ready. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, somewhat distantly.

"Nothing," I replied, when of course I had been daydreaming about the succulent clench of Sarah's adulterous pussy. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, ever since you came down from that room tonight, it's like your mind is somewhere else," Sean commented, with agitation which was now more evident. "I don't think I have had a clear sentence from you yet. You're not turning straight on me, are you, Bruce?" Sean asked, worried.

I looked at him. "No, of course not, idiot! I'm sorry, I just feel really tired. You know, chemicals kicking in, and all that."

"So, she got your sperm again?" he questioned, with an apparent level of tension in his voice. "You fucked together and she made you cum again."

I stared at him, this question lifting my brain out of the sensuous fog into which sex with Sarah had floated it. "Don't describe it like that, Sean, making it sound like I'm enjoying this, or wanted it. Yes, we had intercourse again and I put my sperm in her. It was your idea to agree to this."

"And did she cum, when she felt that big fat cock of yours filling her up and shooting its spunk inside her?" This time, the question was asked with an obvious tinge of jealousy and an even greater level of aggression, demanding a strong response.

"No," I answered immediately and firmly. "Of course not. You know that we are not having sex in that way." The devious part of my mind kicked in at this point and I decided that the best way to counter this suspicious interrogation from my boyfriend was to go on the offensive. "Christ, Sean, what are these questions about? I am only up there because you told me to. You started all of this by agreeing to it, not me, and now you are asking me questions as if I have done something wrong."

He paused to reflect on this, then forcibly tried to change the expression on his face to a more mellow one. "Sorry, Bruce, you are right. That was out of order." I did not respond, deliberately acting hurt, and then there was an awkward silence for a second, before he said, "Here, let me get in close to my boyfriend."

I was laid on my back, and he moved to slide in under my right arm to lie on his side with his hand on my chest. I put my arm around him and we lay like that, in silence for about a minute, his chest pressing against my side, his breath hot. I knew him well enough to be aware that he was building up to say something, and my own breathing was shallow and slightly nervous while I waited for the next statement or question.

"You were upstairs for a lot longer tonight," he finally stated. "A LOT longer, do you realize that? Tom was getting visibly agitated. What took so long?"

"I didn't realize that," I replied, wondering if he could feel the unusually rapid heartbeat of a confronted adulterer, beneath his resting hand. "How long were we up there for?"

"An hour," Sean replied. "Or 1 hour 4 minutes, to be precise. I could tell that Tom was thinking, 'How does it take an hour for him to cum inside my wife?'"

"And were you thinking that too?" I asked, with a more conciliatory tone this time.

"No," he immediately responded, then added, "No, of course not, but...but why did it take so long?" Clearly, despite his denials he had been pondering on exactly that question.

I had already structured my answer to this as I had lain on top of Sarah earlier that evening, while my recently spent but still almost hard penis had twitched inside the tight warm grip of her incomparable vagina. I had been dreamily aware of the time spent and the questions this might be generating from our spouses, and therefore had prepared my response while our sexes had remained joined together in post-coital languor.

That internal liar I was beginning to become so familiar with was therefore ready for the question, and I announced with apparent embarrassment, "We had...trouble getting started tonight. I couldn't get a hard-on and she wasn't ready to take me. The longer it took the more awkward we both got, and that just made it worse. Eventually we got there, but it took quite a lot of time." I sighed. "For all that effort and embarrassment to try to do a good deed for your friend, and for Tom, as you had wanted me to...well, I definitely wouldn't have bothered if I had known I was going to get this sort of reaction." What a conniving bastard I was becoming!

He was silent and motionless for a few seconds, considering this, until his hand on my chest moved down to my left side and squeezed me, briefly. "I am sorry, babe, I know this must be really difficult for you too, and I do believe you when you say how awkward it all must be, doing this with her. A woman. I can only imagine what it would be like if things were reversed, and it was me and her having to do all this, although I must admit that I am starting to wish that I hadn't agreed to any of this. However, you must believe me that how I am feeling right now, this....nasty suspicion that's making me ask all of these questions, it's not your fault and it's not Sarah's. It's my problem. I trust you and Sarah and love you both more than anyone else in the world, and I promised Sarah I would help her have 5 opportunities to get pregnant, so we must stick to that."

That interior shit I had discovered, that inner voice who was proving to be such an effective deceiver, gave an internal cheer. Not only had my boyfriend explicitly consented to my next session with Sarah, it was him that was feeling guilty about being too aggressive and demanding in his inquiries, rather than me feeling guilty for channeling my erotic attention into his lifelong friend.

"That's OK," I replied, sounding magnanimous, squeezing him in return.

After a few seconds his hand slid down my stomach until it found my cock under the sheets, his fingers sliding onto my shaft. "Shall we make friends?" he asked, caressing me softly and kissing my chest once. "I think the best way for us to make friends will be for you to have some non-awkward sex with your boyfriend...."

His hand continued to move on my dick, but it was soliciting no response, nor did I think it was likely to. I had emptied my balls and for that moment at least my lust into Sarah, and I genuinely felt too tired for sex right now. I moved my hand down and gripped his wrist, shifting his arm back to my chest. "I really am very tired," I announced. "Can we just have a cuddle then go to sleep?"

He seemed to freeze slightly in my arms, then with a slightly tremulous voice said, "Of course. Let's go to sleep." he cuddled in close to me, his head on my chest, and I wondered what he was thinking, whether the slight rejection had only served to strengthen some of his forming doubts and suspicions, whatever he had stated a few moments earlier. But I really was very tired, and right now I did not have the slightest urge to fuck my loving and devoted boyfriend, and so as he lay there motionless and in silence I did the same.

Eventually, he had rolled away from me and turned on his side to go to sleep, lying with his back to me. I did not give too much further thought at that time to setting things right with Sean, and instead later lay in the dark processing images of forbidden sex with Sarah through my cheating mind, my own hand resting on my cock.

******************

Thinking about the exchange with Sean now, I knew that the smart move would have been to have turned him on his back and fucked him for 5 minutes, despite my fatigue at the time. Any suspicions would then have been temporarily shafted into the back of his mind. As it was, our interaction at breakfast this morning had been polite but not friendly. He was definitely pissed off with me and was emitting borderline jealousy, but he was also trying not to be too blatant in his display of those emotions.

I was still thinking about this when the phone rang.

It was Alison, my assistant. "Bruce, there's a Sarah on the phone asking to speak to you. She wouldn't give a company name, but said that you know who she is?"

"I do," I replied, my mind racing. "Please put her through. And Alison, please will you close my door, it's a personal matter."

The call transferred, and I heard the soft refined accent of my new sexual playmate on the other end of the phone, Sarah saying, "Hi lover."

"Hi there, you." I replied, pausing until I had seen that Alison had closed my office door, feeling slightly confused but also immediately infused with giddy guilty excitement. "Is everything OK?"

"Yes," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "And no, I am not calling either to cancel tonight or because we have been discovered. I just wanted to talk to you, is that OK with you?"

"Yes, sure," I responded, being aware that Alison had shot me another questioning look as she had shut my door. "No, in fact, it's great to get this...slightly unexpected...call."

"I am at home all alone today," she answered, slightly coquettishly. "I had booked the day off a couple of weeks ago, before all of this started. And I was just sitting here a few moments ago, and found myself thinking of you." I was definitely not mistaking the fact that her tone sounded both suggestive and seductive.

"Nice thoughts I hope?" I replied, play-acting at being coy, while pushing my recent recollections and concerns about Sean firmly out of my mind.

"Very nice thoughts," she responded, her voice soft and slightly breathy. "I have been picturing the events of the last two nights in my mind. It all seemed such a rush last night after you finally got up, we barely had a chance to speak once you had taken that lovely thick hard cock out of me. And so, I just wanted to speak with you."

"Well, I am glad you have called," I replied, my cock twitching at her use of sexual language. "I definitely wouldn't be exaggerating to say that I have been thinking about you quite a lot today, too."

"Mmmmmm....it's so nice to hear you say that," she replied, and the way she emphasized the first word made me begin to wonder whether she had called me for more than a chat, and my dick started to harden in my pants. "If I close my eyes, right now, I can see and feel you leaning over me, pushing that rigid hot length of yours into me from behind, filling me up so deliciously, making me feel so sexually complete."

"I cannot wait to be doing that again," I stated in reply, whispering slightly but still recklessly aware that I was now getting into this despite the fact I was sat at my desk in work. Fuck the report. "The sensation of being inside your hot tight cunt is incredible, and the feeling of your silken pussy rippling around me as you cum is beyond compare."

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned again, the posh element to her voice making her sound very erotic on the phone. "You make me feel like such a BAD girl, do you know that? You are such a naughty man too, making me act this way, you know exactly what to do and say to make me feel hot and moist inside...ahhhhhhhhhh.....Bruce, can I tell you a secret?"

"Please do," I responded, and my cock was solid in my trousers now. I shifted closer to the desk, again conscious of how I would look if Alison peeked into the room. Maybe she would think I was having a 'moment' with Sean? But then she knew I was on the phone to a woman called Sarah.

"I am touching myself right now, while we speak," she stated, then paused for effect. I imagined her, sitting in her negligee at the other end of the phone, her hand slid into her panties, teasing her clit. "That's so lascivious, in the middle of the day, isn't it? And do you want to know something else? I would never have dreamed of doing anything like this a few days ago, calling someone and using lewd words on the phone in this manner...ohhhhhh, that feels nice... never mind speaking to my best friend's gay boyfriend this way.

"My whole life up to two nights ago," she continued, "I know that I was a sex 1-2 times a week girl, that I would infrequently do what a good wife should do to pleasure her husband, and sometimes I would feel some sexual pleasure in return. But otherwise, I didn't think of sex very much at all.....mmmmmmmmm.... "

"And now?" I encouraged, certain that she was masturbating herself while she described this, and desperate to touch myself in turn in response to her erotic talk.

"Ohhhhhhh.....now?" she replied. "Well, now, since that first instant you entered me and slowly stretched me around that wonderful girth of yours, and from the ecstatic moment that I felt my whole body explode into an orgasm while you impaled me on your cock, everything has changed......mmmmmmmmm.... you have done something to me, made me a servant to my sexual desire, such that I cannot seem to stop myself thinking about being with you."

"My big thick cock is hard for you, right now," I whispered, so very hungry for her again. "Painfully hard. I think if you were kneeling here in front of me now, your hands on my knees, your mouth near my crotch, and were to lean forward and lick my dick, I might just cum all over your face and breasts."

"Mmmmmm....yummy," she replied. "That sounds delicious, and it is giving me lovely ideas for later tonight. Can I tell you something else?"

"Yes..." I whispered in return, and I could not help but slide my hand under the desk to my cock, merely placing it onto my shaft and moving the fingers slightly in order to discretely stimulate myself.

"Tom has never been able to give me what you can, and never will be able to," she announced, her talk slow and deliberate, with unusual irregular pauses which I believed to be the punctuation caused by the sensation of her delicate fingers caressing her clitoris. "The feel of your cock, for the first time, was like a revelation to me.....ohhhhhhhh... I have only ever been with four men including you and Tom, and none of the others have come close to you for either size of dick or for the overwhelming way you fuck me as if you want to become part of me, to lose yourself in me completely.....nnnnnnnnn.... Tom, well, he is a loving husband and I love him and he is my best friend, but....well, his cock is not big enough, in fact it is just so miserably TINY when compared to yours. And he just does not have your skill or sheer physical force and presence when we have sex, that thing you can do where I feel completely overpowered and helpless beneath your relentless pounding strength and passion. God, just thinking about it now is making me so fucking horny..."

And then she stopped talking for a few seconds, and I could hear her breathing loudly on the other end of the phone, then a few muttered curses, "Oh.....goddddd, oh Bruce..... nnnnnnn.....fuck....." Then there was a pause for a few seconds, during which I was silent and incredibly aroused while hearing her panting on the other end of the line, knowing she had brought herself to climax with her fingers and her erotic talk.

Eventually, the panting subsided slightly, and while touching my dick I whispered, "You ARE a very bad girl, making me hard here listening to you, knowing that I cannot be there and enjoying it with you."

"Mmmmmmmm....that felt so good," she announced, her voice low and husky, but less punctuated with sounds of lust now. "If I am becoming a bad girl, whose fault is it, Bruce? You have opened up my sexuality in just two nights in a way I just cannot comprehend. Do you know, Tom has never made me orgasm just by fucking me, he only gets me there with his hands and his mouth," she continued. "I cannot help it, but the unflattering contrast to you is making me look at him differently, making me respect him less and therefore making me feel less guilty about how you are making me feel. If Tom had been able to make me feel once in 8 years how I have felt with you in just two nights, then I wouldn't be acting this way."


"That's how I am starting to feel about Sean too," I responded, compounding further my lack of fidelity to my boyfriend with this expressed criticism. "I keep finding myself thinking about you and comparing him to you unfavorably. In fact, even when Sean and I had sex two nights ago and I came in his mouth, I imagined that it was you that was kneeling in front of me, and sucking my cock. I feel completely like you do, that the last two nights have been the most mind-blowing sexual experiences of my life, and it makes the thought of Sean's ass much less appealing now."

"Mmmmmm......hearing that I can turn a gay man makes me feel soooo horny and pleased with myself," she replied. "And do you know what, I think my whole outlook on the world has been transformed in the last 2 nights. If you had talked about Sean that way two nights ago, I would have protested and have been filled with guilt. But now, hearing you say that, I feel so sexy and aroused and self-satisfied. I love Sean and he is my best friend in the whole world, but it's not fair that he has had you all to himself for all these years." I slowly stroked my hand along my cock as she said this.

"I think Sean is feeling slightly uncertain, slightly worried, and maybe even a little bit jealous," I announced. "I tell him that what we are doing together is awkward and not enjoyable, because I'm gay, but when I'm with you, I'm not. I'm just Sarah-sexual. But Sean is asking me questions about what you have done to make me cum, and in his heart-of-hearts, I think he knows we are having full-on passionate sex in that room. I think the imagery of you and me engaging in acts of heterosexual sex and lust together is starting to torment him."

"Well, I think Sean has been a bit of a fool," Sarah stated, sounding suddenly oh-so-slightly ruthless. "If you had been mine, I would not have knowingly shared you with anyone, whatever the circumstances, and no matter how much I trusted them. And whatever images may be in his mind, I doubt they will match up very well against the reality of the last 2 nights. Sean and Tom made their choice, and now I think you and I should put whatever guilt we feel to one side and enjoy the consequences. And, well, if I can make you feel so much more excited than Sean can, then he isn't really being a very good boyfriend, is he?"

That did not sound very fair to my loving spouse, but I was not about to contradict Sarah. This conversation was going into very interesting, exciting and potentially very dangerous areas. "And how is Tom feeling about the last two nights?" I asked. "Is he becoming suspicious or jealous?"

"Tom has been acting very strangely since that first night," she said. "After night one, I waited for as long as I could after you had left before going to see him, and I massively played down what had happened between us, emphasizing the awkwardness and making no reference to the physical pleasure I had enjoyed. I think the immediate guilt I was feeling helped to make this story seem more authentic.

"Tom responded in a very supportive and caring way, and strangely he did not ask me many questions, just whether I had got your seed inside me. It was like he did not want to focus on the fact that his wife had just had another man's cock thrusting inside her, giving her what her husband couldn't do. A gay man providing her with something that he couldn't. He therefore did not act at all suspicious, and he was very loving, but I wonder now whether he could tell that I had climaxed with you. I think now that maybe when he first saw me I was still flushed with the thrill of our sexual encounter, and maybe Tom could also see the conflict on my face which was resulting from being torn between the sexual joy you had given me and a misery right then that I had betrayed him and my wedding vows."

"Did he want to have sex that night?" I asked, remembering the urgency with which Sean had wanted to reclaim me on that first night. "Sean pounced on me after that first time."

"No, he didn't," Sarah replied. "And I didn't encourage him, either. We got into bed and we lay together in the spoon position for a while, and neither of us made any sexual moves. However, last night, after our second encounter, it couldn't have been more different."

"How so?" I inquired, my dick still hard in my pants, my palm slowly rubbing against my trousers. I glanced quickly at the door again, and could not see Alison.

"After you had left," she stated, "I lay there feeling your cum still seeping out of me, wanting to hold as much in place for as long as possible. Thinking about you, and feeling so very languorous and dreamy and turned on....mmmmmmm, even thinking about it now makes me feel so hot. Eventually however I had to rouse myself and leave the room, so I put my t-shirt and panties back on and returned to my bedroom. Tom was there, waiting for me wearing just his underpants, no doubt this time clearly seeing the blush of orgasm on my face and neck. He looked very agitated and angry, and was sat at the side of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. I was about to ask him what was the matter when he almost leapt up and was upon me, pushing me against the wall."

I sat in silence while she described this, my breathing heavy while I stroked my cock at my desk in response to her sexual recollection. She continued, "He literally mashed his mouth onto mine, forcing my lips open with his tongue and crushing his mouth against me. His body pinned me against the wall and I could feel his erection immediately, poking into me. He muttered 'I want my wife back,' sounding very fierce and serious and scary, and he was almost grinding himself against me with a savagery I had never experienced from him before, his tongue slathering against my mouth and face.

"I tried to protest, to push him away from me, and I knew then that it was jealous anger that was fueling his lust-filled assault on me, jealousy at what was going on in his bedroom and at the after-effects of sexual ecstasy which he could detect on his wife. He was therefore not interested in my protestations and growled 'I am going to cum inside you tonight, too'. Then he gripped my arms and half-pushed, half-threw me onto the bed.

"I fell onto my back, and immediately he was upon me again, pulling my panties off me roughly, and dragging down his own underwear. It all happened so quickly that I was too dazed and shocked to put up any sort of fight, my hands pushing feebly against his chest, then my legs were spread by his body and he was pushing himself into me.

"His head fell into the space between my head and shoulder as he entered me, and then he started to lick and kiss my face and neck while he started to fuck me, just pumping with his lower hips and ass rather than fucking me with the movement of his whole body. His dick thrust in and out of me, rapidly entering my still-wet cunt with all the force Tom could muster. 'I want my dick inside my wife' he uttered, and I resigned myself to receiving this fucking from my spouse that I had neither desired nor had invited. That he was trying, and failing, to compete against a gay man who had just fucked me.

"I wrapped my arms around his back and spread my legs to give him the access he needed to make his penetration as deep as possible, but immediately I was pining for the deep DEEP stretching that your cock had given me minutes earlier, for that sensation of being filled which I have only ever experienced with my vagina wrapped around your shaft. I knew straight away that his thin five and a half inch dick just could not compare to yours, and although my cunt was wet and I was still hot from the passions you had aroused earlier, in an instant I was almost a disinterested spectator in this act of sex with my husband." I was going to cum in my pants if she carried on like this.

"But, being the lying slut that your dick has made me, I started to moan in a simulation of growing passion at this act of angry rough fucking by my husband. He continued to plunge his dick into me, his head buried next to my neck, his body pressing down on mine. 'Oh, Tom,' I lied, 'Your dick is so wonderful inside me, so big, so hard, I love being fucked by you.' And one of my hands slid down to caress and squeeze his ass, while the other slid to the back of his neck, and I started to grip and clench his thrusting dick with my pussy walls, in an attempt to hurry him to climax. My fake moaning continued to build with his own mounting grunts as he fucked me.

"Fucking him felt like being with a boy after experiencing a man, but when he commanded , 'Tell me you love my dick inside you,' I moaned, 'Ohhh...Tom, your dick feels soooo good inside me, you are such a sexy lover...ohhhhhhhhh.' But I was really thinking about what a poor pathetic specimen his cock was, wishing it was you spearing me with your girth. Eventually, to bring things to a close I licked his ear and pretended that I was cumming while I used my cunt muscles to coax him over the edge, and then he was shooting inside of me, adding his seedless sperm to the fertile spunk which still remained from the load you had pumped into me earlier.

"I held him inside me for 5 minutes, then finally he rolled off me, turned off his bedside lamp without saying anything, and went to sleep. I lay in the dark, replaying fucking you in my mind, still feeling warm and savoring the afterglow of the orgasms you had given me. And when I got up this morning, the conversation with Tom before he went to work was polite, and we didn't mention what had happened at all. Imagine it, him not mentioning that he was thinking that a gay man had fucked me to orgasm, me not mentioning that he had practically forced himself on me, had as good as fucked me without my consent."

"Wow," was all I could muster as a reply at the end of this dirty monologue. I wanted to release my zip, grab my cock and masturbate myself properly, but I resisted the urge. I paused for a few seconds, then summoning all of my oratory skills to encapsulate how turned on she was making me, repeated, "Wow."

"Do you want to know my naughtiest thought of all, Bruce?" she asked, then continued without waiting for my assent. "When we started this, before I felt you inside me for the first time, all I could think about was that if a baby was conceived, it would be mine and Tom's baby. That it would be Tom's child, no matter who the father was, because I am his wife and we love each other. But now, I am thinking that if there is a life starting inside me, it is mine and yours, the result of these few incredible experiences together."

This was a very surprising announcement to hear, and despite our incredible level of intimacy to this point, I felt the threat of another brick in the foundation of my life with Sean being smashed away. I paused to consider her words, then drawing upon even more deep and profound descriptive powers, announced, "God, I can't wait to fuck your brains out again tonight."

*****************



When I got home from work, Sean was noticeably more friendly towards me. I was delighted about this, since it seemed to guarantee that night three with his best friend was still on. After we had finished dinner, with thoughts of the impending encounter with Sarah looming large in my mind and in my balls, Sean announced, "I phoned Sarah at lunchtime today."

"Really?" I replied casually, as my boyfriend stared at me intently, aware that a lunchtime conversation would have been shortly subsequent to when Sarah had masturbated herself to orgasm on the phone with me.

"Yes," he responded. "And I am very glad that I did. I was very upfront with Sarah, telling her about the jealous feelings I had been experiencing last night and this morning. About how I was starting to have regrets about agreeing to you doing this, and how I had been acting all prickly with you. Sarah listened to everything I said, and she was very supportive. She also confirmed what you had already said to me, about how awkward and embarrassing everything has been for you both." He smiled supportive, as she said this last part.

"OK," I answered, neutrally, wondering if this had been the same Sarah who had called Sean a fool and a bad boyfriend earlier in the day, while telling me about how devoted she now was to my cock.

"She also said that she could fully understand how I felt, and that Tom was also suffering slightly," Sean continued. "In fact, she asked me directly whether I wanted to call the whole thing off today, and she said she would abide by whatever decision I made and would not feel like I had let her down if I stopped things now."

"Really?" I repeated, my voice perhaps an octave higher this time at the thought of being denied the erotic company of Sarah again. "And what did you say?"

Sean frowned. "I thought about it for a few seconds, and I came very close to saying let's call it off, but then I realized that decision would show that it was the nasty jealous suspicious part of me which is taking control. So, I thought further about the good reasons we are doing this and of the fact that I trust you and Sarah, and I told her that the decision was hers alone. She sounded like she was going to cry and told me that she loves me as the most wonderful friend in the world, but that she wanted every opportunity to make sure she gets pregnant, so she wants to carry on for three more nights."

"OK," I stated, thinking that Sarah could be a pretty convincing actress when she was so inclined. I had no doubt that she had only made the offer because she had taken a calculated gamble as to what Sean's answer would be.

"And I am so sorry I gave you a hard time last night," Sean continued. "You definitely didn't deserve any of that. In fact, to show you how much I love you and trust you, I am not even going to come over with you tonight. I agreed that with Sarah, given that she thought that the proximity of me and Tom was adding to your awkwardness and possibly making it less likely that she will conceive, so I will see you when you get home." I was dumbfounded as I uttered my agreement. Maybe Sarah was an even better liar than I was.

So I had left our home on my own later that evening, arriving to have the door answered by Tom, who was putting his coat on as if to leave his own house. The greeting was even more discomfiting than the previous evening, and neither of us could make proper eye contact. Tom mumbled however that he was going out to the pub for a couple of hours, and that he would be back later.

Then he brushed past me and shut the door behind him on the way out. My heart pounded in excited anticipation, realizing that Sarah and I were truly alone in the house, and that we perhaps would not have the same ticking clock in our minds accompanying our lovemaking.

I wondered if she had heard the doorbell, and was even now readying herself for me, preening herself as the slamming front door announced the departure of her husband. I made my way upstairs with an urgency generated from my all-encompassing desire, until I was at the door to the bedroom. I did not knock tonight, instead pushing the door open immediately.

The sight that greeted me had an equivalent effect to an invisible hand gripping and massaging my balls. Sarah was lying on the bed on her back, on top of the covers, one knee bent while the other leg was stretched out in full, her small breasts flattened against her body, her nipples hard. Her rich black hair was spread out sensually beneath her, her slightly parted lips again glossy while her marvelous brown eyes fixed on me, full of want.

But it was her attire which immediately captured me. She was naked but for very tiny gauzy black panties, black elbow length satin gloves, and knee-high black leather boots. The effect, combining with her lustrous black hair and contrasting with her milky skin, was instantly arousing. In turn, her face was set in an expression of arousal, as if she had been toying with herself in anticipation of my arrival.

"My God, you look stunning," I whispered, my cock hardening as I savored just how horny this woman could inspire me to be.

"Well, it sounded like you like leather boots, given what you said on the phone earlier, so I thought I would treat you," she purred, arching her back in a cat-like motion so as to further display her body to me. "And I do very much want to give you a treat tonight, as a thank you for all your hard work. Why don't you get fully undressed and come and lie here next to me?"

I did not need to be asked twice, and I stripped, deliberately slowing down and resisting the urge to throw off my clothes like a horny sex-obsessed teenager. As I pushed off my boxers, my semi-hard cock emerged into view, and I whispered, "My cock has been thinking about you all day today."

She patted the bed to the right of her and I lay down close beside her, on my side facing her. I moved to kiss her but she placed a soft satin-covered hand on my chest, and paused me in my motion. "Slow down, stud," she teased me. "I think we will have a bit more time tonight, to be able to enjoy ourselves even more. And I want to be the one giving pleasure to you tonight, after the way you have made me feel." She pushed my shoulder slightly, and added, "Why don't you lie on your back."

I had no willpower to resist her apparent preference to take control, so I lay on my back, my cock almost hard but not quite rigid yet. She moved in close to me, again sinuously moving her body such that she slid her small breasts against me, and I lifted my arm so that her shoulder could fit into the space under my armpit.

"I spoke with Sean earlier," she whispered into my ear, her satin covered left hand sliding over my chest and waist. "he was so incredibly gullible, so trusting of the two of us, so willing to believe there is no passion or lust between us." Her hand circled lower down my stomach towards my midriff, taunting me with the anticipation of the feel of satin fingers against my cock. She had already established on the previous night and on the phone call earlier that I liked erotic talk, and she was clearly going to oblige me again tonight. "Well, in the next couple of hours, I am not going to just help you to cheat on your boyfriend, I am going to wipe him out of your mind, am going to make you fall even more completely in lust for me..."

Her hand reached the head of my now hard dick at the same time that her hot wet tongue licked my ear, the tip of her tongue circling around my earlobe. I moaned softly as her fingers just lightly trailed around the head of my dick, also in a circular motion, twisting lightly as they caressed me.

She continued to run her tongue around my ear, whispering, "You should hand back in your 'gay card', Mr. Gay Man, being so easily turned on for his boyfriend's best friend, so eager to fuck and breed a woman...."

"Yessssss..." I moaned in return, loving the sensation of her swirling fingers and teasing tongue. She shifted her body so she could move her mouth down to my neck, trailing her tongue along my skin, pausing to plant soft kisses against me. Her fingers gently increased the sphere of their circling motion, taking in more of my steel hard shaft as she gently masturbated me.

"My cunt is so hot for you," she purred, her eyes inflamed while she stared at me. "So ready for that thick shaft of yours, but I'm not going to let myself give in yet..." She changed the position of her body so that she was then leaning over me, her mouth above my left nipple, her body pressing against my left side while her left hand maintaining its work on my cock. She then proceeded to lower her head to suck my nipple, closing her wet lips over it and drawing it into her mouth while her tongue licked the underside.



Having satisfied herself that my nipple had hardened in her mouth, she slowly shifted across me to the right nipple, trailing her own nipples against my skin as she moved, her hair falling onto my chest. While she kissed and sucked my right nipple her hand shifted from my cock to my balls, massaging them before returning to run along the length of my dick.

I ran my hand through her hair onto the back of her neck while she licked and sucked me, my dick fully engorged in anticipation of the pleasures she was soon going to provide to me. The sensation of her raven hair as it lay against my body was thrilling, and it trailed along my skin as she moved her mouth from my nipple and started to kiss down my body to my waist.

Her warm wet mouth moved down to my midriff, planting kisses within the tantalizing vicinity of my cock, inches from my shaft. Her hand returned to the act of caressing my balls. She whispered lewdly to me while she kissed me, her brown eyes fixing on mine, "Do you want my hot little dirty mouth on your cock today, for the first time?"

"God, yessss...." I implored her in return, in agony awaiting the moment when her lips would close upon my dick.

"Well...tell me," she continued, torturing me as her tongue swirled close to my member, her eyes locked on me. "Do you want me more than your boyfriend now, do you lust for me above all others, including Sean?"

"You know I do," I almost growled, sufficiently inflamed that I was now close to gripping her head and forcing her mouth onto my cock. "Pleeeaaaase....."

"Mmmmmmmm....that's what I wanted to hear," she concluded, then moved her mouth to the head of my dick, and in that sexy posh accent of hers, announced, "This looks yummy..."

Then her tongue came out and she licked upwards along the underside of my dick, one satin-covered hand continuing to fondle my balls while the other moved to my chest to balance herself. When she reached the top of my cock, she opened her lips fully and surprisingly she took me quite deeply inside her mouth first time, making a sexual grunting sound as she did so.

She then started to bob her head up and down upon my shaft while she gave me a blowjob, straining to stretch her lips around my wide girth. "Mmmmmm, I've wanted to taste this delicious cock all day," she cooed, while pausing. "I love having your penis in my mouth."

The thought that it was Sarah sucking my dick, fulfilling my lurid fantasies of the last two days, was stirring my lust and I could feel the cum building in my balls rapidly. She was undoubtedly good at giving a blowjob, but the size of her petite mouth and my large cock also meant that she was struggling to devour all of my length. Indeed, she was not able to take as much of my dick in her mouth as Sean could, who had a fuller wider mouth and who, I objectively realized, was a much better cock-sucker. He absolutely knows how to please a cock with his expert mouth.

Despite this, I was incredibly aroused and I moved both my hands to the back of her head, holding her mouth in place while I gently started to move my hips upwards to push ever more of my cock into her warm orifice. She started to gag slightly and pushed upwards against my hands, so I released my hold while she lifted her mouth up and looked at me through tousled hair.

"Mmmmmmm...this cock is so thick," she commented softly, "It is hard to fit it all in. I don't have this problem with Tom, you know, with his little dick..."

"Well, it's time to practice on a proper man's cock," I stated boldly, and when my hands were returned to the back of her head, gently forcing her mouth to return to my shaft, she did not resist at all. "I want to fuck your hungry wet mouth," I told her, reasserting some control after having remained a more passive recipient up to this point.

She slid her mouth down onto me, and did not protest when I started to move my hips again, slowly pushing my cock in and out of her willing lips. My hands held her head in place while I fucked her mouth, gently at first but then with increasing speed. She was gagging slightly but forced herself to stay in position, and she placed her hands on my midriff to steady herself, to take me in as much as she could. Her eyes were fixed on mine, full of lust and want.

"You are such a dirty little cum-slut, aren't you?" I whispered, staring at her while I said it, as my dick slid into her fully stretched lips with increasing vigor. "Such a cheat to your husband, and a betrayer of your best friend." I could feel myself getting ready to explode in her mouth, as she grunted in acknowledgement of my comments. "Are you ready for a gay man's virile sperm in your throat?"

She grunted again after I asked this, the primitive sexual nature of the sound and her hot willing orifice pushing me over the edge to my climax. I put more pressure on the back of her head, forcing her to take slightly more of me in, as I start to unleash my spunk inside her mouth. I saw her eyes widen as I started to shoot my cum into her throat, and she again gagged slightly, but she forced herself to remain in place and take my gushing semen into her stomach, swallowing as I unloaded myself into her.

I seemed to be cumming inside Sarah's mouth for an ecstatic eternity, my body alive with the erotic forbidden thrill of doing this with my boyfriend's best friend for the first time. After I had finished shooting my load, she continued swallowing, and started to suck up and down my cut shaft slowly again. Our eyes locked once more and we knew that we had broken yet another prohibition placed upon us by our spouses, and she smiled slightly while she continued to work my shaft with her tongue, a trail of my cum at the corner of her greedy mouth.

I was still rock hard, and I felt like I could go on forever this night, so much did I want her. "Turn your body around on top of me, so I can taste that pussy of yours for the first time," I ordered her, "But keep that dirty little mouth on my cock."

She raised her eyebrow in mock challenge to my commanding tone, but then gracefully turned herself around, all the while keeping her tongue on the head of my cock. She then swung a leg across me, her small firm breasts now pressing into my lower waist, so that we found ourselves in the 69 position. Her black pant clad cunt was just inches from my mouth, her knees bent under her on either side of my body, her leather boots to either side of my head.

She gripped my cock with one satin-covered hand and started to slurp her tongue around the head, using her other hand to balance herself while her hair fell around my groin. I could not help but reach up with both hands to caress and fondle her ass-cheeks, admiring her fantastically curved and toned rear. "You have an incredible ass," I complimented her, "So much firmer and sexier than Sean's..."

"Mmmmmm.....it makes me so hot when you tell me I am sexier than your boyfriend, lover," she whispered in return, pushing her bum back against my roving hands. "I love your physique too, you are so much stronger and muscular than Tom is."

I slid one hand down to her cunt, and pressed my palm against it. She sighed in delight at this and pushed herself back against me, almost rocking herself on my palm. I let her grind herself against me this way for a few seconds, then slid my fingers under her panties, finding her clitoris.

I teased her with my fingers for a few seconds, and I noted that each circling motion I made on her clit led to slight interruptions in her own ministrations on my dick. Her hips rocked softly with the movement of my fingers. "Like that lover?" I teased her, enjoying the reversal of the controlling role she had taken earlier.

"Uh-huh, that's nice," she sighed, and she rubbed the side of her face up and down my still rock-hard cock, sliding her nipples against my midriff.

"What about this then?" I asked, and gently put pressure on her ass, to ensure she lowered her crotch down to my mouth. I removed my fingers and kissed the entrance to her cunt through the gauzy black fabric of her panties, my tongue slipping out to poke into her slit through the material.

"Mmmmmmmm....even better," she replied, licking my shaft in return, pressing her body into me. "Shall I take my panties off?"

"My cum-slut wants to take her panties off, does she?" I teased her, planting small light kisses onto her sex, delighting in Sarah's own attentions on my cock. "How about if I do this instead?" Instead of allowing her to take the thin panties off, I gripped them and applied firm pressure to tear them apart, causing them to fall away from her body.

A shiver ran along the length of her entire body and she gasped as the material was torn off her pussy, clearly excited by my display of force. "That's nice too," she whispered, sounding almost in pain, and I knew that she was feeling the same torture of anticipation which she had inflicted on me earlier. Her bush was very neatly trimmed, and her cunt was clearly displayed to me, two inches from my mouth.

"And what about this?" I asked, and my mouth and tongue worked under her, the tip of my tongue finding the flesh of her clitoris, playing with it.

"Fuck....that's fucking good," she moaned excitedly. She gripped my dick more firmly and started to lather it with her tongue with more abandon, as I started to lick and suck her button.

My hands circled on her ass as I started to work her towards her first orgasm with my tongue. As she had done with my hand, she almost wanted to grind her cunt onto my face, my mouth and nose placed on her vagina while my tongue lashed along her clit and the top of the entrance to her cunt. I could feel the heat emanating from her cunt against my face, could feel the juices trickling from her wet pussy down onto to my chin.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn......that's it, lover....taste my pussy," she urged. Her body writhed against me even more as her arousal built, her breasts rubbing against me, her own attentions on my cock lapsing as she lost herself in an impending orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh... so fucking good....that's it, suck my clit you naughty man..."

"You taste so great! Such a delicious cunt, so much nicer than Sean's own entrance whenever I rim him," I whispered while I continued to lap her sopping clitoris and cunt, knowing that the words were hastening her climax.

"Ohhhhh.....fuck.....why can't my husband make me feel like this?" she moaned, her body shaking with little tremors suggesting a build-up to her orgasm, her head resting against my fully engorged cock. "Nnnnnnn....god, you make me feel so horny, so dirty.....ohhhh, aahhhhhhhhhhhh......"

Then she was cumming on my nose and mouth, her juices trailing down my chin while I mercilessly continued to suck her clitoris, giving her no respite from my lashing tongue. I had no idea women came so much like this. She screamed with the orgasm, and her boot-clad legs clamped on either side of my head, holding me in place while the climax ran through her. The tremors her body had exhibited seconds earlier turned into a full-blown earthquake, and she pressed her body against me, grabbing my thighs with her arms and burying her head into my crotch as she shook under the throes of sexual ecstasy.

"That's it, my little cum-slut," I urged, "Cum for me."

She continued to moan and curse as her body shook above me, then finally the orgasm had passed, and she lifted herself up to kneel at the side of me. Her face was flushed with the clear traces of orgasm which Tom had noticed night before, and her body pose as she knelt there, back arched and small breasts pushed out, was intensely erotic.

"I love being your cum-slut," she declared. "That felt soooooo fucking good."

My cock was still hard, which she noticed, and she smiled before purring, "Now it's my turn to take control again..." Having said that, she proceeded to swing her leather boot clad leg across me, so she straddled me, facing me. Then she raised herself up to a squatting position, and moved her body to position her cunt about an inch away from the head of my erect shaft.

She moved her cunt lower, so that we were almost touching, then she fixed her eyes on mine and said, "Do you remember the first time you entered me, on this bed?"

"Of course," I whispered, smiling, while she teasingly brushed the head of my cock with her sex. "How could I possibly forget the most amazing fuck of my life?"

"No," she admonished, slapping my chest playfully. "Not the whole experience...just that first moment. When you were poised above me, your dick at the entrance to my vagina, ready to push into me....and our eyes locked, and then you entered me?"

"God, of course I do, it was my first time entering a pussy. It'll never forget it," I replied, entirely serious now. "I wanted to be inside you so much, I was so excited and delighted by your body, so amazed that I was about to fuck Sean's best friend."

"Good," she replied, then put her hands out, fingers splayed, encouraging me to interlock the fingers on both hands with hers, in order to give her balance. "I want you to remember this, too..."

Then she slid herself down onto me, taking the top two inches of my cock into her tight wet cunt. I anticipated her sliding herself down onto me fully, but she stopped with two inches inserted, and then started to move her interior cunt muscles on my shaft, almost masturbating my cock with her pussy. I could feel immediately the extraordinary degree of control she had over her vagina, how she had mastery over where and how firmly my cock was being massaged. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

"Ohh...that's feels really good," I moaned, while our hands gripped one another's and our eyes locked together as she squatted over my dick.

"I bet Sean has never done this for you, has he?" she stated proudly, while lowering herself such that another inch of my cock entered her. "I bet his ass can't do this?"

"No, never," I gasped, in awe of how she was gripping my cock, almost milking it, although I was not ready to cum yet. "His ass, once inside, is too loose for this."

"Mmmmmm....poor Sean," she moaned, "he cannot give his boyfriend what he really needs." Another inch of me entered her and she sighed erotically, more and more of my shaft becoming subject to this incredible vaginal masturbation "My slutty sister taught me how to do this," she added, smiling. "Tom likes me doing it to him, but I can hardly feel him inside me...but with you, you stretch me on that thick cock sooooo wonderfully."

Another inch of me entered her, then the building pressure on her calves caused her to decide to lower herself fully onto me. She also tucked her boots under her thighs, her legs now straddling my waist, and took the rest of my cock inside her cunt.

Our hands were still locked together and we could not break the intense stare that we were maintaining between us, as she stopped the internal gripping and started to rock herself gently on my cock. "You are so sexy," I whispered. "I love having sex with you."

"Uh-huh," was all she replied, and I could feel her rubbing her clit against my pelvis while she rocked herself on my thick 8 inch shaft. Her top teeth were placed on her lower lip in that now familiar pose as her arousal built slowly again. The sensation of her working herself on top of my cock was incomparable, and I could not tear my eyes off her face as she eventually broke our stare to close her eyes, lost in the ecstasy of our fucking.

Her cunt felt deliciously wet and hot, and still so tight, her silken cunt walls once again obliterating any loyalty I had towards my boyfriend. I arched my back slightly to try and push even more of myself into her, and she responded by changing her motion from rocking on me and grinding her clitoris against me, to pushing up and down on my dick.

She lifted herself and dropped, lifted and dropped, and then we were properly fucking again, the slow tantalizing build-up forgotten. I pistoned my hips up into her, and she pushed herself down on my dick, moaning with every clash of our sexes.

Our fingers were clenched together as they had been that first time, and she started to bounce up and down on me, my cock filling her IN...OUT...IN....OUT.... sounds of our mutual lust and sex filled the room, her moans turning to half-pitched squeals as my thrusting cock filled her, my balls on the brink of releasing my seed inside her again.

"Fill me with your cum, Bruce," she urged, opening her eyes and piercing me with her fantastic eyes again, as her own body started to shake again with an impending orgasm. "Give me all your fertile sperm."

And then I was cumming inside her again, spunking inside her while she screamed and wailed with a very deep and intense orgasm, the juices of our sexes intermingling as she continued to bounce up and down on my dick. We seemed to orgasm together for almost a minute, our hands clasped together, until finally she fell forward onto me, my cock still inside her.

She lay on top of me with her head to the side, and I kissed the top of her head affectionately, and wrapped my arms around her back. We lay like that for minutes, recovering from our exertions, and she continued to play games with my cock, squeezing and gripping it with her pussy. I was amazed that after two mind-shattering orgasms she was still managing to keep me hard.

Eventually, she broke the silence by announcing, "I don't know how I can give you up in two nights time, Bruce." she stated, sounding very serious. "I don't think I can let Sean have you back, all to himself."

"I don't think I want you to," I stated, hugging her, luxuriating in the feel of my cock still being gripped inside her.

She looked up at me then and smiled, then said, "Isn't it about time we had that shower together?"

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We fucked once more that evening, in the shower, Sarah's arms held up above her head by one of mine, leaning her against the wall while I thrust into her from behind. We left the bathroom door open while having that fuck, so that the noises of the last stages of the evening's lust could be heard in the bedroom.

In total we fucked for about an hour and a half that night, and the fuck in the shower was the only part of the entire lust-filled cum-drenched sex session that was not fully captured by the small partially hidden camcorder set up on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. No, whatever happened between us in the shower would have to be left to the imagination of whoever had planted the camcorder, although our grunts and moans were completely audible over the sound of the running water.

In our urgency to fuck each other neither of us had noticed the small device pointing at the bed, nor did we notice it before leaving the room that night. We were however very much going to find out about it during the following day.


End of 1/2
Part two will follow shortly.

 

[miztab13]

Yay! Can’t wait to read this!

 

[MikeT008]

Yay! Can’t wait to read this!

Hope you enjoy.

 

[Level27]

So, we really do get two eroticas from MikeT008. Yayz! I can't wait to read this one myself. (Working at employment sight at the mo'.)

So, Ive noticed how most writers write about simple everyday sexual pleasures in realistic life settings. They're simple, and they get people off nicely; including me. I notice that I am different: I'm amidst writing my own erotic piece right now, and it is definitely anything but realistic, as I take fiction and experimental writing to the next level.

Mine is about a pair of gay human guys of two different human species, one's a Sapiens 29yo (our species) and the other is a Neanderthal bodybuilder hunk, who found and fell in love with Each other but, amidst their friendship, convert each other with women of their opposites species. No matter how many human women the Sapiens main character is now willing to fuck, however, he'll never forget the one sexy Neanderthal man who has showed him (Sapiens) so much life and love and will continue to cherish the memory of him (Neandertthal). In this piece, I combine fictional anthology, romance and slutty erotica into one. I don't know what you all might think of this.lol

 

[dpaksh]

Sounds like bisexual men in boarding school who experimented once.

 

[MikeT008]

I'm amidst writing my own erotic piece right now, and it is definitely anything but realistic, as I take fiction and experimental writing to the next level.

Sounds interesting. Count me in

 

[MikeT008]

Sounds like bisexual men in boarding school who experimented once.

For someone who has no interest in this theme, and seems to be offended by it, you sure spend an awful lot of time on this thread.
I'm not judging, I just don't understand what compels someone to waste their time on things they don't like, or have an interest in.
What do you wish to accomplish here? I'm curious to know.

 

[dpaksh]

i am bored.You all like bisexuals pretending to be a gay man fucking women,i like dramas.

 

[MikeT008]

i am bored.You all like bisexuals pretending to be a gay man fucking women,i like dramas.

I am bored

And this is the one thing above all else you decided was worth your time with? I guess we should feel flattered that you find us so important.

You are all bisexuals...

OK. Cool. That's your opinion.

I like drama

There isn't any drama here. unless you're referring to the stories. And you won't find any with me, as I ignore people who're bored and looking for attention.

 

[dpaksh]

The only thing I have said is these men are bisexuals,you are the one stirring shit.

 

[MikeT008]

The only thing I have said is these men are bisexuals,you are the one stirring shit.

I'm not stirring shit, you're clearly looking for it though. I've seen you saying similar things on other threads. It's obviously something you feel strongly about.
But you won't get any argument out of me. I don't have the time, nor interest. I prefer just to ignore trolls who try to provoke a reaction.
That's why this will be my last response to you.

 

[superchaz]

i am bored.You all like bisexuals pretending to be a gay man fucking women,i like dramas.

Dpkash if you are bored then why don’t you stick to the gay forum place and read the gay erotica there anyways? This forum is for straight and bisexual people and if some gay people have a fantasy/fetish for fucking some pussy let them. There’s more important things to worry about in life then some fiction erotica

 

[dpaksh]

What exactly have i said other than saying these men are bisexuals.