Awaening Erica

David was very pleased with the results of the tryst that he had setup between his wife, and Devon Childs. A few minutes after leaving the hotel, Devon had called David, praising him for his selection of Erica. "Damn she was a fine piece of ass," Devon exclaimed, "she worked my cock all night long, and still seemed ready for more." Devon continued to describe the affair he had with David's wife, but David barely paid any attention, smiling at himself for his little deception, and the plan that had taken him months to unfold.

The partnership David had received four months ago, had been the perfect conduit for his scheme to lead his wife down the path to complete debauchery. Erica and he had a great sex life over the past eight years, or so he thought, but he knew that she was capable of more, if only her hidden desires were unleashed – desires he had discovered by accident a few months ago.

While doing some routine cleanup on the computer in the study, David found a folder neatly hidden in a temp sub-directory named ESSEX. Opening the folder, David found saved transcripts from online chat sessions, and there appeared to be hundreds of them. The extremely explicit conversations took place between someone using the tag name Adrenaline_Rush, and various other male and female chatters. David couldn't believe that his wife would be having affairs on him behind his back, even if they were only cyber. But the folder said it all, and he concluded that ESSEX stood for, Erica Stanos Sex, as Stanos was his wife's maiden name. There was no other explanation that David could come up with, since they had no children, and there was nobody in either of their families that visited their home often enough to rack up this many chat sessions, Erica must be the one saving these files.

David skimmed through the sexual logs his wife had saved, and as he read through them, his jealousy soon turned to desire – desire to see his wife act out the words she had saved in print. It's not like he had never mentioned the topic of swinging to his wife, he had, but Erica always shot it down with a laugh and a, "Maybe when you get old, fat and can't get it up anymore, I might take a young lover, and ball him in front of you." Yeah he was ten years her senior, but he was hardly old or fat yet, and David hoped that he would die before he couldn't fuck his beautiful wife any longer. David loved his wife immensely so after a couple of weeks debating it all in his head, he decided to find a way to persuade Erica to pursue her hidden lust. It hadn't come easy though, try as he might David could not come up with a strategy short of having his wife tied up and raped, but then the partnership at his firm was bestowed on him, and he had found his angle.

Erica knew that David had been hinting at a partnership for about two years now, but something always seemed to break the deal, and postpone it. Now with his partnership firmly in hand, David could get his wife to believe that she could cement the deal by screwing a potential client that his firm eagerly pursued, and he knew the perfect person to do the cementing or to be precise, plaster his wife's hot pussy, and that person was Devon Childs. The record company that Devon worked for, had been a client of his firm for five years now, but Erica had no knowledge of this, and David had been invited to quite a few of the bashes that Devon threw for potential sponsors, artists and radio big wigs. If there were two things Devon Childs knew how to do, and do well, they were throw a great party, with plenty of booze, girls and any perversion one could dream of - and fuck like a mad man.

"Hey man, if you haven't tried her out yet, you gotta...hey Dave...Dave?" Devon said, still on the phone thinking he lost the connection.

"I'm still here Dev. Maybe I will have a go at her one of these days," David replied coming back to himself.

Devon laughed, "Yeah man I know you're married and shit, and more power to ya, but there ain't nothing wrong with a little pussy on the side, as long as you don't get too attached. You know I'm throwing another party for the debut of Sinsae's new album in a couple weeks, you should come. Shit I may even hire Erica to be your date, waddya say?"

David chuckled to himself, 'Devon's going to pimp my own wife to me, fuck there isn't going to be any way to keep him from finding out sooner or later. Oh well, it isn't any fun if I'm not going to go along for the ride.' "Yeah Dev, you know I think I will attend your party, who knows maybe I can get my wife to come as well," David said laughing.

"OMG...you gonna bring your wife to one of my raves, man you got to be off, Devon hollered, "If your wife's fine man bring her on, just don't get jealous if she ends up liking what she sees. Devon laughed his ass off for about a minute before David could get his attention again. "Hey Dave, I gotta go, give me a call sometime this week...gonna bring his wife and shit," Devon snickered as he hung up the phone. As David said his goodbyes he thought, 'I won't have to bring my wife, she'll already be there.'

*****

It was 12:15 when Erica finally made it home, and pulled up into her driveway. Turning off the engine, Erica sat for a moment, thinking about what she would say to David when she went inside. Erica could feel the old gas jockey's cum trickling out of her pussy, and onto the leather seats of her BMW – the thought of the stranger's spunk still coating her insides made her horny again. Resigning to get the worst of it over with, Erica took off her sun glasses, and threw them into the glove box, then opened the car door and headed inside. As Erica walked into the living room, she found David sitting in an arm chair, reading a magazine.

"So your back honey, how did it go?" David said looking up from his magazine and smiling.

'How did it fucken go? Is that all he has to say to me,' Erica thought, taken aback, 'I fuck a black man all night long, and then some stranger in a public toilet, and all he can fucken come up with is, "How did it go?" Instead of letting lose on him like she wanted to, Erica composed herself and replied, "Well I am sure you got your partnership David," taking a seat on the sofa across from him, "If your wondering how did I like the huge cock that was stuffed into every hole I have, repeatedly, and then cummed all over like a street whore...well...I fucken loved every minute of it." Erica sat back on the couch, not knowing what to feel or say; her emotions were a jumble, a mixture of anguish and loss, but on the edges there still lingered the lust, and the rationalization that it was David who had ok'd it all.

David started to rise saying, "Baby, I'm so sorry. It's ok. It was only this one time, and we never have to think about it again." David knew he had fucked up, and his plan had backfired. Walking over to Erica he tried to console her.

Erica laughed, "No David, this was far from the last time. I enjoyed Devon, and I fucked his brains out, over and over – and I didn't want to come home. Do you hear me David? I didn't want to come home." Erica pulled up her skirt, showing David her swollen cunt, and the semen dripping out onto their sofa saying, "See my pussy David, the pussy that had only been yours, up until last night? My pussy's hot David, hot with cum from a stranger. Do you like this cream pie between your wife's legs...do you David?"

"Erica, please...I know about everything that happened last night. Devon called me just after he left the hotel, and he told me everything...it's ok really," David blurted out, trying to find the words that could smooth this situation over. "I love you Erica, always. I know this was a mistake. I thought you might enjoy it, and....oh fuck," he continued thinking to himself, 'SHIT...I'm done for.'

'Devon had told him everything?' Erica thought shocked, 'He told David every sordid detail? Why not, Devon had thought her nothing but a whore bought and paid for. And it is what I wanted right, to come home, and show my husband the cuckold he'd become, all for a fucken job.' Erica stared back at her husband and smiled fiendishly. "So he told you everything David? How he force fucked my throat, came all over my face, and fucked my ass and cunt all night?" Erica was at her limit, and licking her lips said, "Do you know I fucked a stranger on the way home? Well I did David. He was an old guy, with a nice, fat cock, and I even pee'd on him; In fact, the cum dripping out of my pussy is his." Erica spread her cunt lips wider, and like lava the thick semen bubbled out onto the sofa cushion, and then fell to the floor.

Erica proceeded to describe, in great detail, her affair with Ken. David felt his cock swell in his pants, as his wife described the adultery that had taken place in the gas station's men's room. Erica noticed the hardon growing in David's jogging shorts and said, "Does it excite you David, knowing what I did with Devon and Ken, knowing that your faithful wife for eight years is now a complete slut?" Erica said as she sighed, and frigged her clit, "David...I'm going to be a whore now...*sigh*. I was going to go work for Devon; did you know he offered me a job as one of his bitches? *sigh *sigh* "But now I think since you made this monster, you should be the one finding her Johns...*siiiiighhhh*"

David was so excited by the way his wife was talking, the smuttiness, and the lured details that he lowered himself to her snatch, and ate her out. David dipped his tongue into his wife's treasure, tasting the slippery mess that Ken had made in her, and his prick throbbed in response. Pulling his cock out of his shorts, David started to stroke his eight incher, and scrapped his thumb nail over the head, while he continued eating Erica's cunt buffet. "Come on you fucken cuckold, eat your wife's pussy, and you better make sure you get every drop of baby fertilizer in me, that is unless you want to raise a stranger's brat?" Erica sneered, massaging her clitty between her index and middle finger. "You know Devon shot his seed into me too, he filled my pink pussy so full of his hot soup that I was sure I would explode. Hell I might already be knocked up," Erica moaned, as she continued to taunt David, "Are you enjoying your martini baby? Sorry I don't have a cherry for ya, but I'm sure I can squeeze out some more of that male lube inside me" Erica contracted her vaginal muscles, and on command stirred up more of the gunk inside her, spilling it out onto her husband's searching tongue.

A line of male protein trickled out over David's chin, and he quickly licked it back up, delighting in the submissive role his wife had him in at the moment. Pulling his wife up by the hips, David nibbled on the area between Erica's twat, and asshole, and then dirt dived into her gaping fudge cave. As David slurped her ass crack, Erica pulled her pussy lips wide, and worked her hand into her nest, wanting to finish the fist fuck she had started earlier. Erica's dainty hand filled her pink purse, and she worked her fist in and out with a slow grind, as she continued to masturbate her love button.

A thud against the sliding glass doors, brought Erica and David to a sudden halt, as both of them looked over to see what had caused the noise. Standing with his face pressed up against the glass, was the pool boy Connor, his gray sweatpants pulled down to his knees, and his choad in hand. Connor, seeing that he was caught, abruptly shoved his tool back into his boxers, and went to pull up his sweats. Erica smiled over at the young man, and with a beckoning finger, motioned for him to come inside. Connor obeyed, as he slid the window open, and stepped inside the living room, his tan face red with embarrassment.

Erica eyed the 18 year old hunk, standing a few feet away from David and her, appraising the youth, as if he were a stallion being auctioned off. Connor was tall, with a swimmer's long torso, and a tan that alluded to many days spent at the beach. His sandy blond hair fell down his back, past his shoulder blades, and his big brown eyes watched the couple remorsefully. Connor started to apologize, but Erica quickly cut him off, and in an accusing tone said, "What are we going to do with you Connor? Peeping is a pretty serious offense, and if I'm not mistaken, this isn't the first time you've been caught sneaking a look at something you shouldn't, right?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Gordon, Mr. Gordon. I...I didn't mean any harm, and I've never done anything like this before," Connor said tripping over his words.

Shaking her head Erica said, "Well David, it looks like we'll have to call the cops on our young friend here. First it was Mrs. Riley up the street a month ago, and then the Bolin girl last week, I guess Connor just can't keep his eyes away from invading on the privacy of others, or exposing himself in public for that matter. Conner was definitely flustered, and kept trying to deny his past indiscretions, but Erica cut him off again saying, "And what did it get you Connor, spying on those ladies like you did? Don't deny it; we both saw first hand the erection you were sporting. Were you going to jerk off, till you shot your load all over my clean windows?" Erica was enjoying the position of power she was in at the moment, hand still firmly wedged in her twat, and this handsome young man trying to talk his way of going to jail, while pretending that he wasn't gawking at her cunt. "David, what do you think we should do?" Erica asked, with a mocking smile.

David looked up at Conner, and answered, "I think we should give him a break honey. I mean, I was his age once, and it's hard when you have that youthful exuberance just bursting to get out...you kind of get carried away." David was getting a kick out of his wife's feigned concern over Connor's impropriety. "You know, maybe he just needs to get some of that pent up frustration released, and he'll mend his perverted ways?" David concluded, already aware that his wife intended to ball the beach boy.

"Hmmmm...," Erica mused, "perhaps your right David, but I can't believe that a gorgeous young stud like this doesn't have every beach bunny waiting in line to scarf that schlong of his." Licking her lips, and renewing her pussy massaging Erica thought, 'No doubt about it, I'm gonna fuck this boy's nuts off, right here in my own living room, and David's going to watch.' "David, I think you need to record this, just in case Conner doesn't learn his lesson."

David grinned, as he jumped up, and headed for the study. "Now Connor, here's the deal. We won't get the police involved, as long as you promise never to spy on anyone again," Erica offered, as Connor nodded, and assured her that he would do anything she asked, "but you've also got to do something for me."

"Anything Mrs. G...whatever you want," Conner stammered, figuring anything would be better than going to jail.

"Get undressed then, because I'm going to give you the best fuck of your life, while my husband films us...just for safe keeping you understand," Erica said seductively, as David came back naked, and with the camcorder in hand.

Without hesitating, Conner pulled off his black t-shirt, exposing his chiseled pecs, and six pac abs, and then finished up by kicking off his shoes, and throwing his socks, sweats and boxers into a pile next to the lounge chair. Erica surveyed every inch of the young mans' body, and noticed except for the hair on his head and eyebrows, Connor was completely shaven. David started up the camcorder, and went around the couch to stand behind Erica, and zoomed in on Conner's pud, which was stiff as a board. The surfer boy pulled on his rod, making his bronze foreskin slide over his beige cock tip, and reached down to massage his dangling nut sacks. Erica decided that she much preferred men that were uncircumcised, with their thick veiny skin, and glistening heads.

"Come on Conner tell me the truth, you've spied on me before haven't you?" Erica asked, as she watched the schlong in front of her dribble its pre-cum onto her carpet, "You've jerked that muscle of yours, thinking about what you would do if you had me alone, and all to yourself?"

Looking into the horny blonds' green eyes, and breathing heavily, Conner whispered, "Yes. I've fantasized about you...many times Mrs. G."

"Did you come in your palm Conner, wishing that it was my mouth that you were coming in? Did you fantasize that my lips were wrapped around your pole...my pretty red lips, making love to your meat; lips that begged for you to drop your load onto them?" Erica panted, driving her hand into her money slot, up to the wrist. Conner nodded yes, as his breathing labored in his chest, and his dong pulsated in his hand. "What else did you fantasize about?"

"I thought about your beautiful blond hair...mmmm...wrapped around my cock...mmmm...while I jerked off all over face Mrs. G," Conner gasped, trying to keep himself from nutting, as Erica's words brought the images to life in his mind.

Erica stroked her ass length blond hair, and beckoned the bronze Adonis over to her, "Here you go baby, wrap my hair around your fucken lovely cock, and jack off." Looking back at her husband for a second Erica said, "Make sure you get all of this on film."

Conner stepped up onto the couch, straddling Erica's face, and proceeded to wrap her golden hair around his pounding bitch beater. The soft flaxen mane glided smoothly over his knob, as Conner used it to masturbate, and the friction Erica's hair created, sent chills all over his body, as if his skin was being pricked by thousands of tiny needles.. Erica raised her mouth to Conner's boner, and lathered the boy's popsicle end with her saliva, making her tongue wallop the tip from left to right.

David had gone back to pulling his own pole, and fervently watched his wife being used by the pool boy, making sure that he captured all of it on film. It was better than David had ever expected, seeing Erica handle another man enthusiastically, and he could tell by her smile, that she thoroughly enjoyed being the slut – just like she had been in the chat logs she'd saved. Running her long red fingernails lightly across the surfer's gonads, David saw the young man's nuts tighten up closer to his body. David knew from experience, that the boy would be shooting off pretty soon from his wife's deft manipulations, and focused the camera on Erica's face. Conner's breath came in rapid gasps, as he shucked his choad faster and faster through Erica's hair.

Erica opened her mouth, expecting the hot flood to jet out from Conner's cock at any second. "Come on lover," she coaxed, "let me have all that steamy gravy. I want you to fire that pistol of yours all over my face so Mr. Gordon can get it all on tape." Connor leaned back, and took aim at Erica's yearning mouth, pointing his weapon straight at her. Glancing over at David, Connor saw him nod his approval, as he blasted his first string of jizz up over Erica's mouth, to land on her forehead. "Yeahhh!...come on Conner, squeeze that trigger, and gimmie that nut butter!" Erica begged, as she tried to catch the white ropes of sperm with her tongue.

Conner's cock detonations, exploded all over David's wife's face, and ran down her cheeks, and neck as David zoomed in on the action. David tried to keep his hand holding the camera as steady as possible, while he watched his wife being defaced, but it was hard because he was still palming his own fleshy mallet, and he wished he had brought in the camcorder's tripod. Not being able to hold off any longer, David laid his fat sausage on top of Erica's head, and launched his own rocket fuel onto her forehead and nose. Erica just had enough time to look up, when she felt David's cock vibrate on her scalp, and close her eyes, as a series of white globs rained down onto her cum drenched face. A barrage of jizz bathed the blond, as David and Conner took turns spitting their gunk over her, making her face a ruin of genetic porridge.