The Capture

I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation
Katie. I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but
looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived. Her
neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden
by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long
driveways. There was very little traffic on her street and no
streetlights. Her house was about half of a mile away from a
slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by
walking down an infrequently travelled path through some dense woods.
I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the
ten days before I intended to take her. It was very easy to park the
van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and
place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could
watch the front door of her house. This surveillance showed me that
she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always
came home by herself. Apparently she didn’t have any boyfriends,
which was even better.
Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of
my watch. She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after
spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front
door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car.
I nearly shit! The little bitch was going out of town and about to
ruin all of my plans. I thought fast and acted even faster. I took
off and raced back to the van. I drove it to the street across the
wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my
trapping gear. I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding
and hoping that she hadn’t left yet. I lucked out and saw her car
still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights
off. I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by
the side of the house in front of the car. She would be coming out
any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the
porch to her car. I waited a minute or two and then finally heard
the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking
down the steps to her car. In a flash, I stalked her silently from
behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on
top of her as we both hit the ground. She never knew what hit her.
Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a
few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding
her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth. She was
kind of dazed for a minute, and didn’t start to struggle till after
the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because noone
could here her muffled screams anymore. I punched the back of her
head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands
together, behind her back. I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring
that she could not get away. I took a strong rope out of my bag and
slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and
ankles together very tightly. Her legs were bent back pretty good,
and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her
knees, forcing her legs together. She was ready to be moved, except
for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked
her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my
waiting van.
I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were
coming down the street or that noone was walking their dog. I
quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door
behind me. This had happened so fast that she was still kind of
dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack
her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk. Snapping the lid closed, I
piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and
crawled up to the front to start the engine. I was soon out of that
neighborhood safely and on my way home. I stopped for a minute at a
convenience store and bought some lottery tickets (since I figured my
luck was riding pretty high), some beer and cigarettes. I was home
half an hour later and pulling my van into the garage when I could
finally relax and start to enjoy my accomplishment. Beautiful Katie
was all mine!

Welcome to the Dungeon

After waiting for the garage door to close, I went into the
kitchen through the utility room and looked out of the window, making
sure that no cars had followed me. Everything looked clear, so I went
to the door that led into the basement, went down the stairs and
turned on the lights. Another door, which was always kept locked and
made out of steel, led down into the dungeon proper. It took me
months of slow excavation to dig out a new and lower level, which was
where I kept my bondage equipment and the girls I played with. I went
down into this chilly pit and turned on a few lights, ending up next
to a table where I liked to put the girls for their preliminary
exercises and preparations. After making sure all of the straps were
ready, I walked upstairs and returned to Katie waiting for me in the
stuffy trunk. She must have been really scared by now, because I
could hear her struggling as much as she could in the confined space,
trying to scream as loud as she could through the muffling gag. I
moved the boxes aside, unlatched the trunk and reached for her
helpless body.
She went rigid with fear as I told her, “Settle down bitch,
the real fun hasn’t even started yet. Just wait a few minutes…”
I picked her up out of the trunk and carried her downstairs,
after slipping loose the ropes that tied her ankles to her wrists. Su
Lin, of course had no idea where she was, but she at least knew she
was in some kind of building, especially when I carried her down the
stairs. I could feel that her body was tense, her senses alert as she
tried to figure out what was about to happen next. She soon found
out. I laid her down on the table and quickly slipped a strap around
her neck that secured her head to the hard, heavy table. I reached
under her back to unlock the cuffs in order to secure them to the
straps that ran from the upper corners of the table. I expected her
to struggle once her wrists were freed, they all did, and Katie was
no exception. A few quick slaps on the face stunned her long enough
for me to secure her arms, after which I slipped new ropes around her
ankles and secured them also. I untied the straps across her knees
and pulled on her ankle restraints till her legs were tightly locked
into place and very nicely spread.
I could tell that she was really nervous now. She was
probably expecting to be raped after I had tackled her to the ground
in front of her house. But she could tell that more than a ’simple’
rape was about to happen: she had been kidnapped and tied to this
table for more than forced sex. I talked to her while I removed her
hood and gag, since sometimes seeing what is about to happen can
really scare the shit out of them, especially at the beginning of
their training period. I had a fierce-looking leather mask on to
protect myself and her eyes widened with shock and fear when the hood
slipped off and she looked around the room. The first thing she tried
to do was lift her head to look down at her legs, but she couldn’t
raise her head enough to get a good look.
“Don’t worry my little slut, your legs look just fine.
They’ll look even better once I get your clothes off, bitch.”
I used a sharp pair of scissors to cut through the thin
material of the cotton skirt that she wore, leaving her in pretty red
panties. With her legs spread so wide, I could clearly see the outline
of her sweet pussy through the shear material. I let the blades of my
scissors run along her crack, teasing her tender mound with the sharp
ends through her panties. I opened the scissors and let one blade
slide about an inch into her hole. She pleaded, “Oh please, don’t cut
me down there! PLEASE!!!” Of course I would never damage a hole I
planned to use, but it was nice to let her think that I would. I
pushed the blade in a little deeper, till the only way I could get it
in farther would be by slicing up her tender pussy a little. I kept it
there for a few seconds, then eased it back out in order to cut her
panties off. She sighed with relief when she realized her vagina was
not about to be sliced and diced. I also removed her blouse and bra
very quickly, her nice tits still firm and pointing straight up. They
were real beauties and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them, but I
like working on a new girl’s pussy first – it’s alot more humiliating
for them.
I was very impressed with her cunt: she had nice full lips and
a rather large clit. I like my girls this way; makes it easier to
clamp their cunts when you have more flesh to work with. I was going
to have to trim away some of that thick black hair, though, since I
like to have them clean shaven – comes out better in my pictures that
way. I used the scissors to trim down her long bush, cutting as close
as possible. I made sure, though, to keep a dark triangle patch of
hair above her cunt lips. I brushed away the lose hairs, and proceeded
to lather her pussy up with shaving cream in order to finish the job
right. I used a straight razor, and holding it firmly against her pussy
area, warned her, “Don’t make a move, stupid, or this damn thing just
may slice up some of that pretty pussy.” With the practiced touch of
an experienced barber, I carefully shaved away all of her pubes,
leaving her cunt as bare as the day she was born, except for a small
patch above her lips.
I placed a mirror above her waist and angled it so that she
could see what her slit looked like without hair. She seemed
rather taken aback, and felt extremely humiliated since her pussy lips
now seemed larger than usual without the protection of her pubes to
shield them. Her cunt was very puffy, her lips pouting and her clit
getting semi-erect. The slow shaving and the feeling of the cream had
slightly aroused her. I cleaned her up with a towel, and to arouse her
even further, I gently blew across her newly shaven mound. She started
to moan slightly and to slowly start grinding her hips as the cool
sensation of my breath touched her bare, wet lips. I could see her
getting more and more aroused, her clit starting to expand to its full
size and a few drops of cuntjuice glistened along her inner lips. I
tenderly put my fingers on her cunt and used them to push her pussy
lips open, exposing the deep pink hole beneath. I blew more air over
her lips and into her hole while my index finger started to gently rub
the clit that was now starting to poke out from beneath its hood. She
was really starting to get off, her hips rocking and her ass cheeks
clenching while the pace of her breathing quickened. There was a blush
spreading across her face, and her nipples were also starting to get
hard.
I kept up the manipulation of her pussy for a few more minutes,
until I felt that she was on the verge of coming. She was soon about
to learn that she wasn’t here for fun and games. While my right hand
kept her pussy happy, my left hand reached for a pair of pliers that I
kept on a shelf beneath the examination table. Not able to raise her
head, she didn’t see as I moved the heavy steel, sharp-toothed pliers
towards her hot and defenseless cunt. Without any warning, I cruelly
gripped her hard and aroused clit in the cruel jaws of the pliers,
squeezing as hard as I could. She went from pleasure to the most
severe pain she had ever felt, instantly. Her body stiffened, her toes
curled tight and her hands clenched into fists. She screamed and
screamed, but I kept up the tight pressure and piercing pain on her
sweet clit, even pulling the pliers towards me, stretching her
tender clit flesh tight. She tried raising her ass off the bench to
lessen the terrible strain on her clit, but the more she arched, the
harder I pulled, till eventually her clit was stretched to an
incredible length, near double its usual one-inch length. I reached up
with my free hand to her left breast, and gripped her tender nipple
with my fingers, pinching as cruelly as possible. This brought forth a
new urgency in her continual screaming. I could see her shaking with
the pain and there was a complete look of agony and terror in her face.
Poor bitch, I thought, in a few days this kind of treatment will be
nothing compared to what she will have endured in later sessions. After
a few minutes of torturing her clit and nipple, I released the tender
flesh and watched as she slowly calmed down and recovered from the pain
she had felt.
“Just think, my little slut-bitch, a few minutes ago you were
about to come, but got intense pain instead. Just think of that next
time you start feeling good. By the time I finish with you, you’ll be
coming every time I do what I just did.”
She was dazed and confused; I could see it in her eyes. Her
breathing was getting back to normal. She must have been wondering
what kind of man would want to do this to a sweet young girl like her.
What really got to her, though, was the unwelcome realization that the
evil abuse had started to slightly arouse her. Underneath the pain,
she had felt a stirring in the deep nerves of her cunt and tits, and
this was something she couldn’t understand. She had liked the way her
first boyfriend had treated her in bed: he was very rough, slapping her
ass and pinching her nipples hard while fucking her. But this kind of
abuse was totally different. Simply put, she was confused.
I decided it was time to introduce her tits to the concept of
severe pain. I roughly mauled and handled her fleshy mounds, admiring
their firmness and roundness. She had large tits for such a skinny
little gal and I knew they would turn up great in the pictures I
planned to take. My fingers grazed her nipples gently, circling around
the tan areola of each breast, till her nipples were up and waiting for
abuse. I literally shook with lust as I squeezed her tits. Her
nipples were very long, just perfect for clamping, so I figured it was
about time to introduce her to my steel clamps. For her first
experience, I planned to use a pair of spring clamps with very sharp
teeth. The end of the clamp had a ring so that I could pass a cord
through it and force her tits up by pulling on them with cords. I
reached for the clamps and brought them up to her face, so that she
could see what I was about to use on her. I liked the look of fear on
her face when she saw the sharp, serrated edge of the clamps and I
could tell that she seemed to have an idea what they would be used for.
She started whimpering, “Please…please…don’t put those
things on me! I’ll do anything you want. I’ll blow you, let you fuck
me wherever you want, but don’t put those on me!” I loved to hear her
plead and it made me feel great that this slut, who 2 hours ago
wouldn’t have looked at me twice, was now begging me to fuck her.
Amazing what a little bit of pain can do – it’s alot easier than buying
them drinks at a bar and hoping they’ll fuck you later.
I wasn’t in the fucking mood, though, so I ignored her offer
and proceeded to clamp her hard tit-tips. I slipped one clamp over her
right tit, easing on the pressure slowly so that she could feel it
gradually squeezing and cutting into her tender flesh. By the time I
let go, she was vainly trying to shake the clamp off by bouncing her
tits around. But this clamp was tight, and the shaking only increased
the pain she felt. I quickly attached the second clamp, and this
brought forth new screams as the nerves in her nipples felt something
they had never felt before: severe, crushing pain. The teeth of the
clamps were doing their job magnificently, cutting into the tender
flesh and forcing out minute drops of blood. I held the clamps in my
hands and slowly raised them away from her chest, pulling her nipples
into tight, painful cones. I connected each clamp with a cord that
came down from a ceiling pulley system while she watched in dismay.
She realized what I was up to when she saw me turn a crank that pulled
on the cords that held her clamped nipples. After a few turns, her
tits were slowly being pulled skyward, increasing the pressure on her
nipples and bringing out a fresh round of screaming from her crying
face. I loved the way she looked now. Her legs were tightly spread,
with her pussy recovering from the abuse her clit had endured, and her
tits were pulled up tight and hard, making them look unnatural as
though they defied gravity. Best of all, though, was the look of
absolute terror that blanketed her face. She was slowly realizing that
she might not get out of this in one piece; that she had met a man who
got off on torturing women, and that she was in for nothing but abuse
and torture for the rest of her life. Yesterday, she was nineteen and
had felt that the world was before her. But now she was nothing more
than a pair of tits, a cunt and an ass for any man to abuse and use.
She was starting to break down mentally under the assault
inflicted upon her tits and cunt. I decided to let her contemplate her
situation, so after a few more cranks on the pulley to really stretch
her tits, I left her alone and turned off the lights. I was hungry
after this hard days night, so I went upstairs to the land of the
living and made myself a sandwich. Katie’s abuse would continue after
a light snack and a couple of beers.

You see my wife, Dena, and I have an open marriage. At least it’s
a one sided open marriage. Throughout our 14 year marriage I have
remained monogamous while Dena has had many lovers. I don’t mind
her affairs, in fact I was the one who suggested she date other
men.

I do admit that nights such as this I am somewhat nervous because
Dena is dating this guy for the first time. On the other hand it
was me who arranged this date. Here’s how it began.

Wednesday night Dena and I went to a local restaurant/lounge for
dinner. It’s a favorite night-spot for visiting businessmen and
salesmen so it’s usually full of men looking for a good time. Our
hopes this night were to allow Dena to meet someone she found
attractive and invite him to our home for the night. Dena often
visited to this lounge alone in an effort to meet a new lover. On
those occasions she has never failed to have sex with someone even
if it’s only a quickie in the parking lot or sometimes she’ll give
her friend head only. Most times she’ll be invited to one of the
adjoining hotel rooms where she’ll sometimes spend the entire night
satisfying their mutual urges. But I am getting off the main
purpose of writing this.

Dena and I arrived at the lounge around nine. As expected the place
was packed with mostly single men. Dena had worn a low cut dress
that was made of a material that when viewed with a light from
behind silhouetted her body sensuously.

We were got lucky and found an empty table right away. This was
what we were hoping for because it would allow us to invite her
prospect to a seat while we got to know him better.

Within minutes Dena spotted several likely candidates. She had
already managed to make eye contact with one man who seemed in his
lat thirties. He was a rather tall man with a dark tan that
suggested the outdoor type. Dena turned to me and said. “Honey,
that’s the man who’ll be fucking me soon.” My cock stirred. I told
her that I would go to the restroom and stay longer than necessary
and for her to make her move while I was gone.

I didn’t really need to go to the restroom so instead I found a
place at the far end of the bar. I could clearly see Dena but could
only imagine what she would be saying. I had just ordered a drink
when Dena and her friend made eye contact again. Dena gave him one
of her sexiest ‘comon’ smiles. Seeing I was not at the table the
man wasted no time approaching Dena. They talked briefly then got
up to dance. I watched as Dena danced closer than necessary,
pressing and rubbing herself into her friends arms. The next song
was somewhat faster and they danced to that with Dena smiling
prevocativly to her friend. The third number was another slow tune
and this time Dena’s friend’s hand found her pump ass. He was
getting himself a good feel of her ass when I noticed Dena look him
directly in the eye then she kissed him. One could see their kiss
was passionate even from a distance. I knew her tongue was probing
his mouth as if to say. “I’m yours. Take me.” I smiled nervously to
myself. I knew that before long this handsome stranger would be
lost inside my wife’s love tunnel.

I got up from the bar and took my seat at our table while this
stranger continued to turn my wife on. After the dance they
returned to the table. Dena introduced her friend as Sam. A
salesman in town for a few days. We invited Sam to join us at our
table which he did although he was somewhat nervous. We ordered
drinks and Dena asked me to dance with her.

On the dance floor Dena said. “I want him to fuck him Honey.” “I
gathered as much.” I said. “I want you to ask him to fuck me while
you watch.” I asked if she thought that might drive him away. “You
better hope not or you won’t get any seconds tonight like you
like.” “Then I guess it’s up to me.” I said. We returned to the
table when the dance finished.

Dena didn’t sit down but instead she excused herself to go to the
powder room. Sam and I watched Dena’s ass swing away through the
crowd. “Nice ass isn’t it Sam?” “Is it ever.” Sam said then
realizing he was saying that to me Dena’s husband he quickly added.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say that.” “Or think those thoughts.” I
chuckled back. “That too.” Sam said. “It’s OK Sam, Dena told me on
the dance floor that she wants some of you too.” you mean…” Sam
let his sentence trail away. “I mean she wants to fuck you
tonight.” I said. “But what about you. I mean she’s your wife isn’t
she?” Sam said. “She is my wife but you see. Dena and I have an
open marriage. I enjoy letting her sleep with other men. I
sometimes join in, sometimes I just watch, but most times I’m not
even present.” I said. “You mean you’ve watched her fuck another
man?” Sam asked. “I have. Many times. Tonight I want to watch you
fuck her. Will you?” I asked. “If you’re serious I will. I’ve never
fucked a man’s wife while he watched.” Sam said. “Nothing to it.
Just get naked and jump in. I can tell you she’s got some good
pussy and knows how to please a man.” “God my cocks getting hard
right now.” Sam said. Laughing I said. “Mine’s been hard.”

Dena returned to the table and sat down. “OK. What’s with the
grins. What’re you boys up too?” Dena asked. “Well it seems Sam
wants the same thing we do.” I said. “Really? Sam you’ll do it?”
Dena asked excitedly. “If you two are for real.” Sam said. Dena
reached over and placed her hand on Sam’s cock. “We’re for real.”
She said. Then turning to me she said. “Honey, can we go home now.
I think Sam’s ready and if I get much wetter I’ll slip off this
chair.” We all laughed and rose in unison to leave.

I paid the tab as Dena and Sam walked ahead to our car. They were
already at the car kissing as I walked up. “Honey, Sam and I are
going to ride in back so we’ll have more room if you don’t mind.”
Dena said. “OK.” I answered then we got into the car, Sam and Dena
in back. Starting the engine I said to Sam. “Sam, hold onto your
balls or she’ll suck them through your cock before we get home.” As
I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being unzipped Dena
said. “He knows me all too well Sam.”

I drove out of the parking lot and turned the car toward home, only
a few miles away. “Oh God, what a beautiful cock.” Dena said. I
heard Sam catch his breath and knew that Dena had taken his cock in
her mouth. She likes to deep throat her lover as soon as she takes
him in so I knew also that her nose would be pressed tightly
against Sam’s belly. “Can she take it all Sam?” I asked. “Goddam,
can she. I think she’s going to swallow me whole.” Sam said.
Laughing I said. “Just sit back and enjoy it, she knows what do.”

Dena’s mouth was making sucking sounds as I pulled into our drive.
She was really working on Sam’s cock. I turned the engine off and
turned in my seat to look into the back. Sam was laying back with
his eyes closed while Dena was on her knees in the floorboard.
Although Dena head blocked my view I knew her mouth engulfed Sam’s
cock. “OK, Honey, lets go inside so Sam can relax while you show me
what you can do.” I said. Dena’s head continued to bob a few more
times before she reluctantly released Sam’s cock from her mouth.
Moving up to kiss Sam she said to him. “God Sam, you taste good.”
I allowed them to hold their kiss for awhile then opening my door
I said. “OK you love birds. Lets go inside so we can all get
naked.”

I opened the back door and Dena got out first. Sam was trying to
stuff his manhood back into his pants. Dena said “Don’t bother
doing that Sam. I’ll just have to take him out as soon as we get
inside. Noone can see you anyway.” Sam looked around and seeing
there was no house in sight he got out of the car. His cock
standing tall before him. I knew Dena would enjoy herself tonight
because Sam’s cock was about 10 inches in length and as thick as
her wrist. The head of his cock seemed almost small. Like the early
space capsules sitting on top of the booster. I was anchious to see
that cock stretching my wife’s pussy as it plunged into her depths.
I couldn’t see Sam’s balls but I hoped they too were large and full
of cum. Dena liked it when her lover gave her a massive load. She
especially liked her lovers cum to be thick. Very thick.

Once inside Dena led Sam to our bedroom. I turned back the covers
on our King sized bed as Dena undressed her new lover. Sam lay back
on the bed as Dena began undressing. I went to get clean towels and
drinks as Dena dress fell to the floor. I knew that when I returned
Sam would have his cock buried in Dena’s pussy.

I got the towels and took two of the smaller ones and wet them with
the hottest water I could stand. After wringing most of the water
out I got three beers out of the refrigerator.

As I entered our bedroom all was as I expected. Sam was on top of
Dena pumping his manhood into her. Dena was arching her back to Sam
so she could take him as deep as he would go. I sat the drinks and
towels on the night stand then began to undress all the while
watching Sam fuck his cock into my wife. Once undressed I sat on
the corner of the bed. I had a perfect view of Sam’s cock as it
entered my wife. I began to slowly jack my own cock as the stranger
before me fucked my beautiful wife.

After a few minutes I could tell Sam was about to cum. This excited
me even more knowing my wife was about to receive a load from a man
we hardly knew. I began shooting my load about the same time Sam
began shooting his. “Ohh God Sam! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your cum
in me!” Dena was gasping. I knew she could feel Sam’s cum exploding
inside her ’sugar walls’. My own cum was flying a I jacked myself
harder and harder. Sam’s back was stiff now as he spilt his seed.
I could see the first faint whispers of white cum escaping from
Dena’s pussy as Sam slowly pumped his cock into her. I knew he was
trying to empty himself on this first go. Dena was squirming
beneath Sam her own organism reaching it’s climax. “Ohhh God! Ohhh
God! I’m cumming! I’mmm Cummming! Shoot it in me! Shoot it all in
me!” Dena was gasping.

As our three mutual climax’s subsided Sam lay spent and still on
top of Dena. Dena’s pussy twitched as the tingling subsided. My
hand was wet with my own cum as were my legs. I moved myself into
position and kissed Dena deeply. “I love you.” She said. “I love
you too.” I said. “And I love Sam’s cock inside me.” Dena said and
kissed Sam as deeply as we had.

As their kiss broke Sam rolled off Dena and lay beside her. “Eat my
pussy.” Dena said to me. I maneuvered myself between Dena’s legs.
Sam’s seed was just beginning to really flow from Dena’s pussy.
“Clean my pussy Honey. Clean Sam’s hot cum from my pussy while I
get him up to deliver a new load.” Opening Dena’s pussy with my
hands I placed my mouth on her silky wetness. I was immediately
greeted with the unmistakable taste of fresh cum. I lapped Dena’s
pussy like a new puppy. My cock was hard as nails as I cleaned her
pussy so Sam could deposit a new load soon. As I worked on Dena’s
pussy she was busy sucking Sam’s cock back to life. My jaws were
beginning to cramp when Dena said to me. “Honey, I think Sam’s
ready to make another deposit.”

I moved to my place at the corner of the bed as Sam once again
mounted my wife. His cock stabbed at her pussy two or three time
without entering her so I gently took his cock in my hand and
guided it into Dena’s pussy. Sam began pumping with renewed vigor
as his cock buried itself deeply in it’s warm wet heaven.

Again I jacked myself off as I watched the sight before me. Sam
still hadn’t shot his second load although Dena had climaxed
several times. Each time she became more vocal. Asking if I could
see Sam’s cock disappearing into her. Asking Sam to fuck her
harder. To shoot his load inside her. To fill her pussy full of
cum. As Dena begged Sam for his cum I shot my third load into the
air. Now Sam grunted “I’m cumming! I’ cumming!” “Ohh Yesss! Ohh
Yesss! I feel it. I feel you shooting inside me.” Dena was saying
to noone. To me she said. “Honey Sam’s shooting his load in my
pussy! I feel him shooting his hot cum load in me!” then “Ohh
Goddd! Ohhh GGGoddd! I’m cumming too! Ohhh Godd, Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck me!”

The sight before me was beautiful. My wife beneath this handsome
stranger with the massive cock shooting his seed into her deepest
recesses. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I shot my forth load.

After Sam spent himself and three of us rested awhile Sam and I got
dressed and I drove him back to his hotel. He asked if he could
call Dena and perhaps date her next time he’s in town. I told him
that I was sure she would like that and would be disappointed if he
did not.

Dena was asleep when I got home. She had placed one of the towels
between her legs but it had fallen away when in her sleep she
spread her legs. Sam’s cum was still slowly oozing from her pussy.
I decided not to wake her and instead I jacked myself to
compleation again as I watched Sam’s cum run slowly down my wife’s
ass then join the wetness of the towel below. It’s times like these
when I feel closest to Dena. I love to see her get pleasure from
another man.

That brings us to the present. Sam called Dena today and told her
he liked her pussy so much that he decided to stay one more night
if she would see him again. Dena agreed to date him and promissed
to call me after each time they had sex. She called me about 45
minutes after she left to meet Sam at his hotel to tell me that she
had just finished giving Sam a blow job. She said he had shot
several very thick globs of cum in her mouth. She had swallowed all
of it and could still feel the slight burning in her throat and
taste his cum in her mouth.

Sam’s in the shower now and Dena was planning to join him after
hanging up with me. I can just see her now. Pinned to the shower
wall while Sam pounds his cock in her. Or perhaps he has her
sitting on the counter. Her legs spread wide. His cock buried deep
in her pussy spilling more of his thick white jism inside her
pussy. God this is almost as good as being there. I know the phone
will ring soon. It will be Dena telling me that she has just
accepted another load of cum. I wonder how many times she’ll call.
Lot’s I hope.

God I love her. I love her fucking. I love her sucking. I love
sloppy seconds.