Anna looked up at the clock on her bedroom wall. He'll be here in less than an hour, she thought. She could hear the soft click of Andy's computer keyboard as he rapidly typed away. I don't know how he can be so focused on his work, she thought, he does know a complete stranger will shortly walk into his house and have his way with me. She was always a bit raw and edgy before these events. She thought about the old joke comparing sex to snowfall. You never know how long it will last, nor how many inches you'll get. She was pretty sure about the inches part. Andy had never failed to find well hung men for her. Still she was always anxious. Andy screened the men, she insisted after the one motel meeting they had with friend of a friend that went sour. The guy was just an obnoxious jerk. A well hung jerk is still a jerk, she thought. She glanced back at the clock, it had hardly moved. She got up and started to recheck her make up.
The brightly lit magnified make up mirror showed a still pretty fifty something year old face. The minor surgeries had helped some and her skill in the magic of applying make- up made it so she could easily pass for someone 10 years younger. In a candle lit room, she could pass with ease for at least 15 years younger. Andy would not tolerate breast surgery, her fingers circled her aging breasts, she sighed softly, they had fallen and flattened. She gently lifted them, feeling their weight; her fingers tugged and pulled on her long fat nipples. Men had always gone nuts when they discovered how big they were.
She loved being suckled, the feeling aroused her deeply, deep in her core. She loved having the long nipples pulled and twisted hard. She sighed, she felt old when she looked at her breast, she remembered when she went braless to the dances and how the boys would follow her, pleading for a chance to fondle her. She remembered how she would let her lover of the evening suckle her in her drive way after the dance. Anna was a good girl, she never let the boys touch her precious but she so did enjoy the breast play. Anna would relief herself alone in the privacy of her bed room. Her fingers would find the sweetness and her relief would ripple through her body time and again.
The clock showed she still had a half hour to wait. Andy's clacking ceased. He walked into the bedroom. "Are you ready?" He asked teasingly. "I can't hardly wait, sweetie. I'm wet, open and willing" Anna answered. She pulled open her vaginal lips exposing her wide and wet hole. Andy smiled and dropped to his knees before her. She pressed herself into his face and began a grinding motion. "Uh, uh, oh, oh yes, she grunted, I'm going to fuck him baby, I'm going to get my nut on him." Anna knew this kind of talk drove her husband wild. "Your wife is going to fuck another man, sweetie, fuck him raw." Anna felt powerful grinding her wet cunt into Andy's face, powerful and in charge. "I could cum," she thought but Andy suddenly pulled away. "You are such a delicious slut," he told her. "You are so precious." "I'm your slut, baby," "I do what you tell me," Anna whispered, "I love to please you and you know I'll do what ever you want me to do."
Andy stuck his wet tongue into her ear, "I want you to fuck Alex," he whispered sucking ever so gently on her ear lob. Sucking it like it was her clitoris, running the tip of his tongue up into her ear. "I want you to cum on his big cock, will you cum for me honey, will you cum on his big cock?" "Yesssssssss," she hissed. "I'll cum, I'll cum for you baby, I'll fucking cum off for you."
The door bell chimed. Dress my slut, Andy whispered, I'll entertain Alex until you are gift wrapped and ready for him. Anna felt dread in the pit of her stomach. The fantasy prelude to these sessions was always so much easier than the moment of reality. She feared rejection and ridicule. Behind the make-up was a frightened and insecure human. Her sexual excitement vanished. She reached for her ever present glass of wine and drew deeply. She began to dress, her choice of sheer clothing would serve as both an enticement and would cover the body parts she was terrified of exposing.
Anna could feel the effects of the wine and the mild tranquilizer she had taken earlier working on her mind. She felt her self wobble slightly, she laughed. Still her anxiety surged in her chest. She suddenly felt weak and light headed. She pulled on her shear panties and climbed into the king sized bed and waited. Come what may, Anna would do what Andy wanted of her. She was after all, a dutiful wife.
They seldom allowed the men into the home. Hotels were the usual meeting place but Andy had taken a liking to this stud. He had worked with him for several years before striking out on his own and so had little fear of misbehavior. Still there was risk, risk was always a part of the transaction, risk also was part of the excitement. Alex walked into the room.
The two men sized each other up. Alex was shorter then Andy, younger by two decades, thicker through the torso, more muscled. The men exchanged the usual pleasantries, local sports, the weather. They joked about their former work buddies and how they shared the same view of the idiocy of management. Alex was nervous, it had taken a few drinks to get over his doubts. He was a virgin to this. He wasn't new to sex, no he had been fucking on a regular basis since he was 10. Alex had lost his virginity to his oldest sister. She was 12 when she first mounted her younger sibling. She used his hard young cock as her personal dildo. Not that Alex minded. He liked fucking and cumming off. He was masturbating before his testicles fully dropped and long before he could ejaculate. Fucking his sister was easy and regular being left alone together for long periods. His mother was unmarried and his sister was actually a half sister or so they suspected, their mother was never truthful as to their paternal heritage. They fucked like rabbits daily on the carpet in front of the TV until his sister found a man willing to take her in. Sis was all of 16 when she found herself pregnant and married. Alex didn't have to go for long without a sex partner.
Once word of his large penis got around, women found him on a regular basis. Older women would call him to their homes during the day when their husbands were working and their children off to school. His reputation as a stud spread quickly through his crowded neighborhood. Women knew a good thing when they found it and Alex was talented. He learned his lessons well at home with his sister; he could get her off with his fingers, his tongue, or his thick hard cock. And he loved pleasing women. For Alex having a woman cum on his person was terribly thrilling and deeply satisfying. It was also addicting, he found that he had little tolerance for women that had difficulty in getting off. He loved working women up to the edge but if they couldn't get up and over it, he lost interest in them quickly. As a boy, he himself could nut two, three and even on occasion, four times in a session with his sister. She on the other hand might cum a dozen times under his skilled tongue and fingers, certainly on his ever growing penis. By the time sis moved out, he was fully developed in his reproduction equipment.
