Sarah & James

*Author's note* This is a bit slow and is a 'to be continued story'. It's about a wife slowly becoming a whore and the husband more than enjoying it. If you don't like this type of story, then don't read it.

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Perceptions slowly change overtime. We become more accepting of ideas that are, at first, quite different, quite out of the 'norm'.

At first she was hesitant when he brought it up. She was confused - was he trying to pawn her off on someone else? Did he not love her any longer?

No, he wasn't. Yes, he still loved her - he always would.

This engaged 20-something couple was on the frontier of what devotion really was. Some would call him a pervert for wanting this (maybe he was, sightly), but this is what he wanted... and what he could tell she needed. So when she initially heard the words: "You can fuck other men." She was a bit perplexed, surprised, worried... but most importantly, when being honest with herself, she was especially excited.

Nothing was mentioned for sometime - she was left pondering, wondering if he meant what he said a week previous while sipping wine. This evening, though, the digressed about their weeks, on the carpet in front of the fireplace, cuddling. One thing led to another as he held her in his arms, kissing her neck - she responded - curling under him, he moved a top her. He licked her ear.

'Mmm, James, you know I love it when you do that.'

"James? I'm not James," he pretended.

'Well then who... are you?' she mustered as he kissed his way down to her chest.

"I'm Anthony, you're husband, James, sent me here to pleasure you." he quipped.

Role Playing, this wasn't entirely new, but James had never been so acutely direct before. Usually he was the fireman or cop or mailman. But Sarah didn't mind, she went with it.

'So, Anthony, why can't my husband pleasure me?' she egged him on.

"I'm sure he can, sometimes, but he told me that you needed a real man, with a real dick to Fuck you."

She moaned, closing her eyes and letting his lips do the work - kissing his way down to her pussy...

'Anthony' fucked her hard that night, harder & longer than James ever had before. He cuckolded himself that night, but that was his goal, to give Sarah as much pleasure he could.

Soon this became their routine. James would no longer fuck Sarah. On occasion, Sarah would say that she had James tied up in a closet watching her and 'Anthony' fuck. But she'd always have James there to either prep her... or to clean her up afterwards. One Saturday morning after a night of dirty debaucher, James began: "Sarah, babe, you're not weirded out, are you? You know, with our sex life?"

'Darling,' she began, 'James, if I didn't like it, I wouldn't do it.'

"I just don't want you to think I'm weird."

'Well, we aren't the norm, but I don't think you're weird.'

"Would you really do it?" James asked shyly.

'Do what?' Sarah danced around the questions.

They moved to the couch to continue their discussion.

"Sleep with a real man, another man?" James asked, truly exposing himself as the submissive he was.

They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Each with one leg on the couch and the other spread, outreached, onto the coffee table.

"You're not going to hurt my feelings, Sarah." He crawled onto her, resting his head on her taut belly. She was a petite woman, no taller than five foot, but she had a great bust and an ass to dir for - James especially loved kissing her ass whenever she'd let him.

She still hesitated - she didn't know the truth.

'I don't know what I'd do, James, to be honest - we really haven't put ourselves in that position. I won't lie though, the though does turn me on.'

For further evidence, James asked, "So you like fucking 'Anthony'?" he said with a smirk.

'I do,' Sarah said and then continued, 'he's a very good lover, you know - you've watched us you pervert.' she slightly jested.

"He gave you a good pounding last night, it seemed."

'Mmm, he did, no offence, James, but you can't do the things that Anthony can to me.' She reached under grabbing James' hard 6" penis, 'he's just much more of a man than you are.' she finished, taking a much more domineering tone.

"I wonder if Anthony will be over today?" James asked.

'Maybe, but I think he used up all his cum last night.'

James lifted Sarah's shirt and started kissing her belly, working his way down to her naval - hoping that he could get a taste of her pussy.

'Mmm....' Sarah moaned, 'that's right, kiss my pussy.'

Doing as he was told, he slowly pulled her morning sweat-pants down - she lifted her hips by arching her back, he kissed her panty-clad muff. She cooed.

He took off her panties, working them down with his teeth. On his way back up, he kissed her thighs and made his way to his glorious prize.

'Mmm, you've a good boy, James.'

"I try," then he added, "my Goddess."

She gasped at this - she, truthfully, loved the idea of being worshiped by James.

He kissed and began prodding with his tongue. Going first to her hole and then bringing her natural wetness up with his tongue to her clit, and circling the hard, little nub clockwise, three times, and then count clockwise.

James continued licking her and when his tongue wasn't on her clit, his finger was. He looked up at her and saw he moth agape, he tongue licking the bottom of her lip.

"I bet you wish you were sucking some stud's cock right now." James said.

"She gasped, 'Mmm, lick me harder.' He did.

'James, mmm, that's good. Have I ever told you about Steve?' she playfully began.

Steve was Sarah's ex. She continued as James kept licking, he knew exactly who Steve was, "He had a big, thick cock, hunny. He'd make me suck it all the time. Sometimes he'd smack my face with his cock - I craved it. I loved drinking his cum, it was so sweet & salty.

"Call him up, have him come over." James emptily dared.

Just then, Sarah came - flooding James' mouth. She quickly recovered, wanting more, she moved to the floor where she had James lie on his back and she straddled his face.

'Worship your Goddess' pussy... bitch.' She gruntingly said. James' cock twitched, and he shoved his tongue deeply into her twat as she impaled herself on it.

'There' something I need to tell you, James, something I know you've always wanted, but have never let you do. Steve... mmm... and his big, juicy cock fucked my ass before, several times.' She had a slightly evil look on her face as she felt James' body quiver with jealousy beneath her. She moved her hips forward, and pinned his arms under her legs. She pulled up, just a bit to give him a glimpse of her tight rosebud - the one he'd only licked and fingered, but never fucked, a few times before - he'd always wanted to and thought this might be his chance.

'Get a good look, James, see that right little asshole? Can you imagine it with a big, nine inch cock in it? Fucking it hard and cumming deeply in it? Imagine a big load of cum slowly dripping out of my ass, James.'

And as she said this, she sat on his face - making him lick and eat her Anus. He worked his tongue in, thinking that if he got it wet enough and her horny enough that she'd let him fuck it.

'Steve was so big - in my ass. He knew how to work it in, though, very slowly, and then my asshole would relax ...mmm... like it is now, with your tongue - and then he'd drill me - and reach around with a free hand and he'd frig my clit and I'd always cum hard. And so would he, leaving my bum full of his cum.'

She rode his tongue, then brought her pussy back over his tongue and rode him until another orgasm. Then she pulled off him, her body glistening with sweat.

James, the eager-beaver submissive, began, "If you'd like, Sarah," he stopped but then mustered his courage, "I'd fuck your ass."

'I know, James,' she hugged him close - kissed him on the cheek, but fucking my ass is only for 'Real Men', with Big Dicks." She grasped his 6" cut dick, 'It's not big enough, and you can't last long enough, bitch.' The she kissed him deep and rolled atop his body.

'Fuck my pussy, Anthony.'

He had to change gears, going from a submissive to a skilled, equal lover. He shoved his dick in hard, grabbed her ass and pivoted into her deeply. They worked a rhythm - she was riding him - her c-cup breasts swinging rhythmically - her nipples hard - he reached up with one hand and groped them - his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her in. His balls slapping at he butthole with each deep, powerful thrust (for a 6" prick).

'Cum, Anthony, cum in me.' Sarah moaned like a slut.

On command, he jettisoned his white, sticky cum into her - she came as she felt the cum spraying into her.

'OH, Yes - Fuck - Anthony.' she exclaimed as their motions slowly petered off and she hit one last small, but surprising orgasm.

She kissed his face.

'James, I love you.'

"I love you, too, Sarah, you have no idea." he said gasping for breath.

They fell asleep on the floor - still part of one another.

PART DEUX

They e-mailed each other, regularly, at work. She worked at a hospital, him at a small corporation. He'd send her playful email to her - asking if 'Anthony' was there. Of course he wasn't, but sometimes she said he was, sometimes she'd tell James that Anthony came by for a quick blow-job.

James asked if she'd given anyone else at the hospital a BJ. Sometimes she'd said 'Yes' sometimes 'No' - and other times 'not yet.'

Sarah enjoyed having the sexual tension between them, she also enjoyed how James would do anything for her - cleaning, cooking dinner - waiting up for her at night when she went out with her friends for girls night out. He was always there for her - when she needed Anthony, he was, when she needed James, he was.

But pretend only goes so far. After all their talk about getting her fucked by a real cock, a real big, thick cock, Sarah became increasingly aware that it is what she wanted. She had James's permission, after all. She was free to do what & whomever she liked.

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James was at work and wrote Sarah a quick e-mail before noon - asking if Anthony was there. Sarah replied" 'No...' he was worried that he'd offended her. Then she wrote '...but Steve is... BRB.'

James' stomach sank, but his dick doubly twitched.

45 minutes afterwards, she wrote back: 'I've got a story for you tonight.'

The rest of the day couldn't drag any slower for James. On one hand, he wanted to know - on the other he was scared, he didn't want to lose Sarah to that asshole Steve.

Sara was home early, they ate in the kitchen on the butcher block.

"So, what happened?' James said, eagerly yet nervous.

'Steve was at the hospital today, he came by to tell me that he was moving to the west coast. Although he could have emailed it, he gave me his new address and told me that he'd met somebody.'

Slightly relived, "Oh, well that's good for Steve."

'We had a quick bite to 'Eat' in my office.' she smirkingly said.

"Oh yeah? What did you eat? His cock?" James jested, thinking he was in the clear because Steve had met someone.

'Well, bitch,' Sarah said, 'I did - I sucked on his big, veiny cock one last time and he fed me his cum. I must say I missed it, missed having a big load in my mouth.'

James didn't respond at first, then, "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek knowing that this is what he wanted.

'I'm glad I did it, too, I think I'm ready now, James, for real, not with Anthony - though - I do like him, too.'

They kissed, and got close - and whispered how much they loved each other as James' talented hands worked their way down her pants, to her clit.

'Do you want to hear every detail, bitch?' she hissed.

"Yes, Goddess." he obediently replied.

He fingered her harder - she moaned.

'He knocked on my office door, right as you e-mailed me. He said he just wanted to say goodbye. He came in, shut the door and sat down across from me. Told me his story and where he was moving and whatnot. We were hugging goodbye but I could feel his bulge pressed up against me - and I couldn't resist. Something came over me - I knew I may not have another opportunity for something that I've been craving for so long. His big, fat, dick.'

James knelt down and stuck his head up her skirt, removed her panties and started licking her.

'I told him that I'd like to see it, hold it just one last time. He made a crack at you not being up to snuff. I ignored it, I needed his cock, he pulled it out - he was only about half-hard and he was already bigger than you, James.'

James shoved his tongue in deeply, getting her to moan -trying to show her that he was good, too.

'I knelt down in front of him, he didn't stop me - but how can you expect him to when he already knows how good I am with my mouth - I licked the tip of his cock - grabbed his balls and sucked his half-hard cock in, deep. I've always loved that feeling, having a man's dick expand in my mouth. I felt it harden. He called me a bitch, a dirty bitch, a whore, a cock-loving slut. It drenched my cunt.'

'He gabbed the back of my head, James, roughly, and he face fucked me, his balls bouncing off my chin - I could feel him down my throat, I gagged a bit - since I'm out of practice - and I drooled all over his knob.'

Sarah squeezed her legs feeling James edge her close to orgasm.

'He had two hands on my head as he pumped - he grunted (I wonder if my colleagues heard?) And he shot his hot, sticky, sweet& salty cum down my throat - so much some was leaking out of the sides of my mouth.'

Sarah came. James kissed his way up her.

'He left after he came, though I did want to fuck him.'

"Next time, Goddess, next time.

'Start finding me some dick, bitch.'

And James' search had began. He needed to find some big dick to fuck his cute wife - his petite wife with C-Cup tits, a round, firm ass and a tight cunt with a nicely trimmed brunette twat. Where would he find a 'Real Man' for this?

To be continued...