I Saw Your Browsing History

Anna had just seduced her boss, Gil, in her office with Corey watching from behind a stack of boxes. Corey watched his wife get down on her knees and blow him, then lie back on her desk and beg for his thick, ten-inch cock. After Gil finished and left, Anna and Corey took things to a new level, smashing boundaries that had previously constrained them. You can read about that in Part 3.

When it was over, Anna and Corey sat quietly, contemplating their latest sexual escapade. Anna handed Corey a box of tissues to clean his face.

"So, you're going to be a slut for

two guys

now?" Corey questioned as he dried his chin.

Anna shrugged apologetically. "I'm sorry, baby," she said, "but you saw what happened, right?"

Corey nodded grimly. He tried to look concerned but couldn't suppress a tiny grin.

Anna saw it and immediately knew. "You love it!" she accused. "You love that I'm a slut for two guys. Admit it!"

Corey nodded sheepishly.

"Yeah," Anna confessed, "once Gil started fucking me with that huge cock I just lost it! I mean,

it's amazing!

Have you ever seen anything like it?"

Corey shook his head.

"You know," Anna added, "if I'm a slut for two guys, that means you're a cuckold for two guys. You OK with that, sweetheart?"

"I am," Corey said quietly. "Like I said, I love this. I hate it

and

I love it. All of it."

"Me too," Anna beamed.

* * * * *

Anna and Corey went back to their hotel to clean up, then set out to enjoy the afternoon. The weather was beautiful so they took a walk in the park, went to a museum, window shopped and stopped in a cafe for afternoon snacks. It was like something out of a movie, their renewed sexual energy rekindling their romance as if the clock had been set back 20 years.

Time flew by and before they knew it, it was early evening and their stomachs were rumbling. They decided on a quiet, romantic restaurant for dinner. Afterwards, they had tickets to see one of their favorite bands at a trendy club, a perfect occasion to dance like they did when they first started dating.

* * * * *

"It's still your birthday, baby, so you can have whatever you want," Anna promised as they slid into the booth.

"Um, don't I always get whatever I want?" Corey asked, confused, looking at the menu.

"I'm not talking about food, sweetheart," Anna said in a sultry voice. "You can have

anything

you want. Just tell me."

"Ohh," Corey said, a smile coming to his face. "

Anything?

"

"Anything," Anna confirmed. "I mean, at this point what else could you possibly want?" she laughed.

"Take off your panties," Corey said sternly.

Anna cocked an eyebrow at him. "Here?" she asked.

"You said '

anything,

'" Corey reminded her.

Anna looked around the restaurant. Seeing no one paying them any attention, she reached under the table and pushed her panties down and kicked them off of her right leg. She lifted her left ankle onto her knee, grabbed the panties and tossed them in Corey's face.

"Here you go baby," she giggled.

Corey took a sniff and smiled, then stuck them in his pocket. With just her short skirt covering below her waist, Corey proceeded to tease her all through dinner and desert. He caressed her thighs and lightly rubbed her mound. He gently grazed her slit, slipping just the tip of his finger inside her. He whispered in her ear, telling her how hot it was to watch her slide her naughty pussy down on Ted's big cock, how sexy she looked with her face covered in cum, and how tight her ass felt when he fucked it. He wanted Anna to be voracious when they got back to their room later.

By the time the check came Anna was bouncing in her seat. Now that she knew what a real climax was, it was all she could think about.

"Can we skip the concert, baby?" she pleaded. "I need you to fuck me."

"I will, my love," Corey promised. "I definitely will, but

after

the show."

Anna visibly sagged. "But--," she protested.

"You wouldn't disappoint me on my birthday, would you?" Corey teased.

* * * * *

Anna danced wildly, shaking her body, raising her arms and clapping her hands, grinding her ass into her husband's erection. Corey wrapped his arms around her in the dark swarm of gyrating fans and mashed his groin into her butt.

He dropped a hand down and slipped it under her skirt. He dipped a finger between the petals of her sex and nibbled on her ear in the midst of the whirling mob. They danced with their bodies melded together in the dark, Corey fingering her wetness with one hand and tweaking her nipples in the other.

By the end of the show Anna was on fire, her juices trickling down her thighs. Corey and Anna had somehow ended up right in front of the stage, dancing and looking up at Eddie, the lead guitarist and singer for the band. It was hot in the dense throng, and with her spirited dancing Anna had completely sweated through her thin white shirt. When the spotlight streamed over the crowd Corey could that his wife's top had become completely transparent. It looked as if all she was wearing was a sheer black bra, her dark nipples poking out obscenely.

When the last song ended and the band left the stage, the audience thundered for an encore. Corey and Anna cheered and stomped their feet. After a few deafening minutes the band returned to the stage and Eddie grabbed the mike.

"I want one of these lovely ladies to come up and dance with me for our last number!" Eddie shouted.

The women in the audience went crazy, raising their arms and screaming, "EDDIE!"

The spotlight shined on the crowd, settling on one woman after the other for Eddie's inspection. "She's beautiful, but let's see another," he would say, then, "Oh, I like her but what about that one over there?" as the spotlight moved from woman to woman. When the light shined on Anna, Eddie called out, "That's the one!"

Anna jumped up and down and cheered, illuminated by the bright spotlight in the sea of shadows. A burly security man took her by the arm and helped her onto the stage, gripping her ass and hoisting her up as Eddie leaned down to take her hand.

The drummer clicked his sticks together and the band launched into their top hit song. Anna danced in a fury as Eddie sang and wailed on his guitar. The audience danced and cheered. At the end of the song sparklers ignited as the band members lined up at the front of the stage, holding hands.

Anna was between Eddie and the bass player, her white shirt completely invisible in the bright lights. Like the rest of the band, her skin shined with sweat and she was breathing heavily, having just danced her heart out. Anna took a bow with the band, smiling and waving at the adoring fans. Corey watched as the band left the stage, Anna walking off hand-in-hand with Eddie.

When the house lights came on, the audience began to make their way to the exits. Corey stood by the stage, waiting for his wife. When the last of the crowd filed out Corey was standing alone in the large hall except for two tired-looking employees sweeping up trash.

"Show's over, man," one called out to Corey. "Go home."

"I'm, uh, just waiting for my wife," Corey responded.

"Your wife?" the other cleaner asked.

"Yeah, she was the one dancing up on stage?" Corey said.

The two cleaners exchanged a knowing, worried look.

"You better go back there, man."

* * * * *

Corey climbed onto the stage and found a dark, dingy hallway leading away to the left. The walls were cinderblock with peeling black paint illuminated by bare, dim light bulbs. The floor was sticky.

He came to the first door and found it slightly ajar. He peered into the room and saw the bass player and drummer sitting on an old, tattered couch, the keyboard player on a folding chair across from them. They were drinking beer, smoking and laughing. No sign of Eddie or Anna.

Corey proceeded down the hallway and found the next door closed, but he turned the knob and pushed it open a crack. He peeked in and saw Eddie's red Fender Stratocaster resting on a stand. He heard a grunting sound.

Corey pushed the door in a little more and saw a woman's feet. He recognized his wife's black high-heeled shoes, and got a lump in his throat when he saw that her heels were pointing up in the air. The tops of her feet were resting against the grungy concrete floor.

Corey pushed the door open further to reveal the back of his wife's smooth calves. His heart racing, he stepped into the room and found his wife on her knees between Eddie's legs, topless, her head bobbing up and down in his lap. Corey saw his wife's red lips wrapped tight around the rockstar's hard cock, her ass and shoulders swaying back and forth as if she was still dancing.

"Yeah, darling," Eddie rasped. He had one hand on her chest, toying with a nipple, the other holding a beer as he reclined on a worn-out couch.

When Corey shut the door behind him, Eddie looked up, completely unfazed by a strange man in the room while a groupie was blowing him.

"Who are you?" Eddie asked nonchalantly, taking a swig on his beer. Without releasing Eddie from her mouth, Anna glanced back over her shoulder and saw Corey standing there, the now-familiar look of desperation on his face. She grinned and continued sucking, pumping her head up and down, fisting the base and rubbing Eddie's balls, a sensuous hum coming from deep in her throat.

"I'm, uh, her husband?" Corey responded. "That's my wife."

Eddie looked down at Anna and nodded as if it all made perfect sense, then looked back up at Corey.

"Well, you're a lucky man, my friend," Eddie said, giving Anna an appreciative pat on the head. "Your wife sucks a mean cock."

Anna pulled off and looked back at her husband. "Eddie's got a really nice one, baby," she said, saliva dripping off her lips and a dreamy look in her eye. She quickly dropped her head back in Eddie's lap, slurping on his rod like it was candy.

"Nice, darling," Eddie said as he took another swig on his beer.

"Well, buddy," Eddie said to Corey "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to give your old lady what she needs?"

Corey looked at Eddie with a confused expression. Anna just kept on sucking, oblivious to everything except Eddie's stiff pole in her mouth.

Eddie gave Corey an encouraging look and cocked his head toward Anna's ass. It was swaying back and forth in time with the bobbing of her head.

Corey had an instant understanding. His wife was a slut, on her knees in a grubby dressing room, sucking off a guitar player who didn't even know her name.

Corey stepped between his wife's legs, lowered his zipper and withdrew his aching hardon.

"That's it, buddy," Eddie encouraged, taking another swig. "Now you got the idea. Believe me, she's going to love this. They all do."

Corey flipped Anna's skirt up onto the small of her back, exposing her glistening cunt. She moaned around Eddie's meat in her mouth as Corey dropped down to his knees. He took his shaft in his hand and placed the head against his wife's steaming crack.

Anna had read about spit-roasting in one of Corey's stories but never, ever thought it would happen to her, let alone in a dirty backstage room, on her knees with a sweaty rockstar's cock in her mouth.

Now it was becoming reality, two men about to be inside her at once, making her shake with wicked glee. She helpfully spread her legs wider and groaned in pleasure as Corey pushed forward. He penetrated her easily, her wet hole having been stretched out by Ted and Gil before him.

Anna turned to look up at her husband kneeling behind her. "Yes, baby! Fuck me!" she shrieked before stuffing Eddie back in her mouth.

Taking his wife from behind while she sucked cock like a cheap slut was beyond anything Corey had ever imagined, and he had imagined just about everything. This was truly on a different level, though, sending a rush of mad desire through him. He grabbed his wife by the hips and slammed into her relentlessly, making her shake and squeal.

"Umppff!" she grunted, her mouth full. "UMPPF!"

Anna's sounds only made Corey thrust more urgently. He was being powered by a lifetime of fantasies coming true, while at the same time trying to rid himself of the humiliation of being cuckolded by three different men in a single day, as if he could fuck the shame away.

Anna was sucking Eddie ravenously, taking him deep, trying to anchor herself against her husband's frantic pounding. Feeling Anna's intensity, Eddie tossed his bottle aside and gripped her bobbing head in both hands, thrusting his hips off the couch. Being the musician that he was, Eddie moved in time with Corey's pumping, the two men ravaging Anna's body in perfect rhythm.

Anna's first spit-roasting somehow gave rise to a sudden moment of clarity. Up to the day before she had lived her life as a prim-and-proper daughter, then virtuous wife and soccer mom. Now though, she saw herself on her knees in a dank room, sucking cock like a whore while her depraved, cuckold husband rode her like a rabid dog, thrilled at the site of her being used.

The thought sent chills through her. Needing yet another orgasm, she dropped her hand between her legs and fingered herself, wildly excited by the realization that she had become an utter slut, her body being used by men for their satisfaction and nothing more. The second she brought her fingertip to her clit the vibrations built from deep within, more powerful and ferocious than she had yet experienced, stronger than when Ted fucked her in her husband's lap, more intense than when Corey violated her virgin asshole, more powerful than when she spread her legs for her boss's ten-inch cock.

Corey watched as his wife trembled and shook violently around Eddie's fat cock in her mouth, her skin turning red and vagina suddenly white hot.

Anna's convulsions pushed both men over the edge. Eddie had never seen a groupie cum so explosively. Anna's sucking lips and soft hands made him erupt in her mouth, feeding her yet another thick load of semen. Watching his wife drink Eddie's sperm made Corey explode. He emptied his balls deep inside her, scraping his knees on the cold concrete floor and grunting with each spurt.

When they finished Corey fell backwards and Anna sat up, the three of them gasping for breath. Anna wiped her mouth with her hand as she and Corey exchanged a look, shaking their heads in disbelief at the wild events of Corey's birthday weekend.

Eddie zipped up his pants, stood, and reached into a bag next to his guitar. He handed Anna a black t-shirt with the band's logo on it.

"I don't think you want to wear that other one," Eddie said helpfully.

"Thanks," Anna said as she put the shirt on. It was large and baggy, exactly what she needed at the moment.

Eddie reached into his bag again. "This is for you," he said as he draped a lanyard over her neck, a laminated card hanging between her braless breasts.

"Backstage pass for life," Eddie explained. "Gets you in free. You can come to our shows anywhere, anytime."

Eddie looked at Corey and gave an appreciative nod. "Your husband, too. He's a good dude," Eddie added.

"Thanks," Corey said.

"Gotta go catch the bus!" Eddie said cheerfully as he picked up his guitar and bag. "Got a festival in Ohio tomorrow."

Anna and Corey sat alone in the dingy room, looking into one another's eyes.

"Did I go too far?" Anna asked with a worried look.

Corey shook his head. "I'm not really sure what 'too far' means anymore, baby," he sighed, looking into his wife's eyes lovingly. "But yeah, probably."

"Do you still love me?" Anna asked.

"Do you still love me?" Corey countered.

They looked at each other, nodding emphatically. Without saying a word, their faces came together and they locked in a passionate kiss, their emotions pouring out through their lips and tongues, their arms wrapped around each other. Corey tasted Eddie in her mouth but that only made him kiss her more passionately.

"This was the best birthday weekend ever," Corey said to his wife.