The next morning I was up early. There was a car rental place about a mile from my house, so I decided an early morning hike would do me good. I had already left a message that I would be a little late for work. It took longer than I had anticipated for me to finish the damn paper work and actually drive the car off the lot. I planned on stopping at home for my briefcase. As I approached my house I saw a strange car in my drive.
Curious, I parked on the street and circled around to the back door and let myself in. Ann was in the living room and she seemed to be arguing with a man. I picked up an old softball bat I had in the bottom of a closet and slowly looked into the room.
Ann was in her robe and it didn’t cover as much as it should have, considering a stranger was in the room. He was a big fellow, balding, with a big stomach and a foul mouth.
“Becker told me you were a slut,” I heard him say. “I am here to fuck the shit out of you. You know you want me to fuck you, don’t you whore?”
I was deciding just what part of his head would receive the first swing when Ann answered.
“Please, I made a mistake yesterday. I am married and cannot do what you want,” she pleaded. “Tell Mr. Becker I am not a slut!”
“I think you are a slut,” the fellow answered. “Becker never misses a trick. He told me I should show you my cock if you acted reluctant.”
With that he pulled his zipper down and snaked out a very decent sized cock. I tried to be impartial, but I had to admit he had an inch or two, maybe three, on me. I waited to see how Ann would react. She remained quiet and seemed to stare at the guy’s flaccid dick.
“Becker told me you are a real good cocksucker, so get started,” he urged.
As he spoke he untied the knot that held Ann’s robe together. Her robe opened and her lovely tits were completely exposed. He pawed them for a minute or so and Ann seemed to tremble, but made no move to stop him. Her arms were still at her side.
“Whore, suck my cock!” he demanded. “You know you want to taste it and swallow my first load, you slut. You love cocks and I have a nice one here for you.”
Ann slowly dropped to her knees and moved her face toward his hanging tool! She took it in her small hand and held it to her mouth and began sucking on it. As she sucked, it began to grow. I had to admit it was becoming a formidable chunk of meat.
When it was fully hard, the stranger stepped back, pulling his cock from Ann’s mouth. He chuckled at her apparent disappointment.
“I may have been too harsh, Mrs. Crane,” he laughed. “If you don’t want to suck my cock, I will leave. I would not want you to do anything against your will.”
Ann groaned and walked on her knees to his big pole and engulfed it as deeply as she could. Both her hands were stroking it as she sucked on the big head.
“You are a real nasty whore, aren’t you? You don’t know me from Adam, but look at how you are feasting on my cock!” he laughed. “Becker was right. He said you were a cock starved slut that needed to be fucked.”
The worse the names he called Ann, the hotter she got! Again I was completely surprised by my wife of many years. Why hadn’t I ever seen the submissive side of her? Becker latched onto it immediately. There she was on her knees, sucking a big strange cock with her tits flopping as she serviced him. It was disturbing, but erotic as hell!
The stranger would pull his cock out of her mouth and slap her lightly in the face and laugh when she moved to gobble it again. The more he toyed with her, the harder Ann worked to get him off.
“Where do you want my first load, you cock loving whore,” he demanded as he pulled his cock from Ann’s mouth. “I have a big load here for you and I am close to exploding.”
In response to his question, Ann quickly placed his cock head back in her mouth and began to stroke him faster with both hands. In a few seconds, it became obvious her efforts were being rewarded. She was swallowing for all she was worth, but cum was dribbling down her chin and clinging to her bare tits. The guy seemed to cum for a full minute and Ann kept swallowing. My cock was aching once again.
“Jesus, you can really suck a cock!” the stranger grunted. “I have never seen a nastier whore. Lick me clean and get me hard again and I will see if that pussy is as tight as it looks. I know Becker wouldn’t have stretched it any. I don’t know how a needle dick like him gets so much pussy. His wife must be hornier than hell,” he laughed.
Ann did as he directed and soon his pussy pleaser began to swell again. I had to admit, it was a formidable weapon.
“Play with your cunt while you suck me slut,” he insisted. “I want you wet and ready for this fat cock of mine.”
Ann started putting fingers in her pussy and moving them around. She was moaning on his cock as she played with herself. Apparently he felt he was hard enough because he pulled his tool from Ann’s mouth and sat down on the couch.
“If you want this cock, you will have to come over and sit on it, bitch,” he instructed. “I don’t want you to claim I forced you to do anything. You sluts can’t be trusted.”
Ann dropped the robe that was barely hanging from her shoulders and moved onto the fellow’s lap. She raised herself above his rod and pointed it at her wet slit and slowly lowered herself. As she did, the guy called her every name he could dream up. She had about half his cock inside her when she had her first orgasm. By now the man was sucking her tits like a starving infant. I could see him stretching Ann’s nipples out with his teeth before releasing them. Ann was cumming steadily now.
Finally she had taken the entire shaft and she had to sit still and adjust to it. She was quivering and put her hands on his chest to steady herself. She looked at the guy and moved her lips to his.
“You fucking slut!” he hollered. “Don’t ever put those cock sucking lips on mine. I have a loving wife waiting at home. I don’t want some whore kissing me!”
I was amazed at Ann’s reaction. Her orgasms seemed to intensify! The more he degraded her, the hotter it made her! I had a lot to learn, and I was getting a very memorable lesson as I watched and listened.
“Get moving, bitch,” he told her. “I don’t have all day. If you want me to fill that nasty cunt with my sperm, you had better start working.”
Ann started moving up and down the length of his long pole. Gradually she picked up speed. It looked like she was cumming with every few strokes. The fellow had just shot a load so Ann really had to work for this one, but she seemed up to the task.
