Alicia's nose was pressed against Tony's pelvis, the feeling of his huge cock pulsing in her throat was like electric jolts to her pussy. Somehow, she'd figured out how to deep throat all of it with easy, no choking or gagging. "You're the best cocksucker ever, beautiful," his praise made her heart melt and her pussy gush; she would do anything to please him, 'ANYTHING,' she believed. "You're so much better than Janice," he moaned. The knowledge that he thought she was better than his own wife took Alicia to the edge of orgasm. To prove her worthiness even more, she pulled back until her lips were around the head and then thrust her head back down hard and fast over and over. The fact that Janice was doing dishes in the next room, totally unaware Tony and her were naked and about to fuck in their living room made the experience even hotter.
"I can't wait anymore, I'm going to fuck that hot pussy of yours," Tony warned her while easily spinning Alicia around and then boring his huge cock balls deep. It was the biggest cock she'd ever had inside her, it hurt as much as it felt amazingly good.
A powerful orgasm suddenly consumed her entire body making her cry out, "Oh fuck yeah!" Still orgasming Alicia opened her eyes while panting uncontrollably and realized she was in bed next to Steve. She felt horribly disappointed realizing it was just a dream; but it was still cumming really fucking hard.
Steve woke up with a fright, hearing the scream and feeling the bed shaking. "What...what? What's going on?" he alerted in a daze.
Utterly embarrassed and still coming off of her powerful orgasm, Alicia, knowing that it was a dream, felt guilty about her infidelity. She bit her lip and pinch her clit to gain some semblance of control, "Nothing baby," she said as calmly as possible, "I was just having a bad dream."
Two weeks after that infamous poker night, Alicia still couldn't bring herself to confess to Steve about what had happened, and so, he remained oblivious to her cuckolding him with his friends. Still, as time went on, the more she reflected on how badly she behaved, the guiltier she felt about it. Yes, Steve kind of set her up by telling his friends about her being a slut when drunk, She began to consider that it was more about how his "friends" were not being good friends when they purposefully took advantage of her, his wife. I mean, what kind of friends do that kind of thing to your friend's wife? On the other hand, what kind of woman cheats on her husband with his close friends? Being a tease, an exhibitionist, or at the worst a shared woman WITH your husband is one thing, but, being a cheating slut without him knowing was not the kind of wife she imagined being. So, Alicia chose to stayed quiet and hoped that the whole thing would just go away.
However, Alicia was experiencing heavy side effects from that evening of debauchery. She was constantly horny, not just any horny, but fiendishly horny. Her pussy was constantly soaked while visions of cocks swirled in her head. Big cocks, little cocks, and especially Tony's huge, beautiful cock. With little effort her imagination would allow her to feel them in her hands, imagined them pulsing in her mouth, and even thrusting deep in her pussy. Just like the dream with Tony in his living room, the sex dreams were relentlessly and always ended in real orgasms (which she wasn't complaining about because orgasming when dreaming was pretty amazing). But the dreams were of her constant cheating, especially with Tony and Dan or everyone of the guys at the same time. At the same time, She couldn't stop staring at men's crotches trying picturing what his cock must looked like, and if that wasn't enough, everything even remotely phallically shaped turned into a cock in her mind. Her only remedy was to constantly masturbate to alleviate her overly active libido, but even that was futile as it only served to make her desire for cock stronger.
Alicia's feverish sex drive was creating a tremendous urge for her to cheat, and every day it was getting stronger. As she would go about her day if there was even a remote possibility that she could have had sex with a man, she would play out an entire fantasy of how it would happen. Like, for example, fucking the grocery boy in the freezer, or, getting naked in the back of the taxi and masturbating for the driver, or, sucking off the UPS guy in his truck. Also, the craving to be with Steve's friends again, especially Tony, was so overwhelming that she prayed for poker night to hurry the fuck up and come back to her house.
But she couldn't wait, and one day she found herself in a sex shop buying a large dildo that closely resembled Tony's huge, beautiful cock. At home, the first time she got it deep inside her pussy she came hard all over it and felt satisfied and relieved. However, that relief would only last for a few hours before the urge to cheat came back. Alicia ended up fucking that dildo five to six times a day just to stave off the need to cheat!
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Every time Alicia came on that dildo thoughts of Janice, Tony's wife, would come to her head. She really liked Janice, who, like Tony, was in her early forties. Janice was very supportive of her relationship with Steve, who was 20 years Alicia's senior, much more supportive than most of his other friends. The first time they met was just after she started dating Steve at a dinner party he was throwing just to introduce her to his good friends. Janice sat across from her and she'll never forget when Janice told Steve that, "Alicia is so adorable, I see why you like her." She then gave Alicia a warm smile and a wink. For the twenty two year old Alicia, who was already insecure about dating such an older man, Janice was like an approving mother figure and she loved her for the support.
Janice even helped her plan the wedding, she was one of her maids of honor, and ever since has been a good friend that she could count on for moral support and marriage advice. She didn't have any ill will towards Janice, and never imagined cheating with her husband, Tony. The whole ordeal was feeling extremely guilty; it was a true betrayal of their friendship. But there was one thing that was a huge surprise now that she knew about tony's big cock. Alicia just couldn't picture such a petite woman like Janice, taking such a large cock like Tony's. She knew they had sex, as they were always a very cozy and loving couple, playful and teasing each other with lots of hugging and kissing.
Perhaps Janice was just as enamored with Tony's big cock as she had become. Occasionally Alicia would imagine the petite Janice sucking it off and cramming that monster cock in her delicate mouth, she picture her screaming in bliss while he rammed it into his wife's asshole These images of him and his wife always transformed into Tony and Alicia and as soon as that image hit her mind, Alicia would cum, and cum hard.
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Anyway, back at home Steve wasn't being any help with her over active sex drive. He was working so much he was hardly home, coming back from work late, going right to bed and leaving early. And even though before he went to bed he'd lay out sexy outfits for her to wear the next day, by the time he got home he was too exhausted to notice or take advantage of her horniness. She felt like she couldn't really talk to him about it anyway, since she was keeping the entire torrid evening and her overactive sex drive a secret.
It had taken Steve several days to recover from the hangover he had after poker night. He was beginning to believe he was allergic to the Vodka he was drinking during those nights as he had gotten really sick every time. Of course, he was oblivious to the fact that Dan had been slipping him sleeping pills mixed in his drinks trying to get him out of the way so he could get Alicia drunk and slutty.
Steve was working harder than usual but he still noticed that his beautiful young wife had been acting strangely since that poker night. Had something happened, he wondered? The images of being cuckolded by his wife made his dick hard. So, after he felt better, he asked her about that night knowing that she spent the night drinking with them wearing only her Wicked Weasel bikini and a tight shear dress. However, she reassured him that other than lots of staring and an occasional grope of her ass, which she slapped away, the boys were all gentlemen. Steve, who had shared his hot wife a few times, was a little disappointed, but mostly relieved with the belief that his friends had behaved.
Even though he was over worked, overly tired, and too exhausted for sex, Steve loved and still encouraged Alicia dress up sexy and hot and show off her perfect body. It made his dick extremely hard picking out clothes for her to wear imagining men ogling her cleavage, trying to get looks up her short skirts, watching her firm breast giggle as she walked braless down the street, or, being able to see through the tight thin material of her dress that she was only wearing a thong. He wouldn't tell her but often he'd jerk off just looking at the outfit he picked out, picturing men not being able to control themselves and taking his wife while she'd just let them and love every second of it.
Alicia, always an exhibitionist was more than happy to dress in tight clothes with little to no underwear, showing lots of leg and cleavage, but, being dressed like that while in such a sexually demented state of mind, just enhanced her passion and was helping to make her feel a little crazy.
Her craziness finally climaxed when almost two weeks to the day after her slut performance, she was sitting in the doctor's office waiting room with one other patient, for her annual physical when she caught herself staring the male crotch sitting across from her. She couldn't keep from admiring the outline of the cock pressed under the tight blue jeans. "Average length," she imagined, "but above average girth.". Then it twitched making her look up and directly into the man's gorgeous eyes. She hadn't noticed how handsome and strong he was or how piercing his deep blue eyes were, (the first thing she use to notice about a man). Their eye contact lasted long enough to make her face feel flush, she knew she was turning red, especially as the man grinned and sat back in his chair with a smug, "I know how good looking I am," gaze on his face.
