Handoff (FM Dom Ex/voy)

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She was watching her show, and said "Not now."  My wife, I'd gotten hard feeling her up, and kissing her neck, but my attempt to get her in the mood backfired.  So, I went in the bedroom, and got out a magazine to finish by hand.

She embraced me from behind, slapped my hand, and took over.  My knees against the bed, I felt her breasts on my back, and her other hand pulled at the porn to tumble to the floor.  "Huh, you won't need these.  You couldn't wait a minute?"

"I uh."  She gripped it hard, and stopped pumping.  "I didn't know."

"Huh, sh.  Who were you thinking about?"

"Nobody," I mean, "You honey."

"Ha, I'm not jealous of your hussies.  Huh, you like to look at them, but you don't love them like me."  I shook my head.  "They don't please you like I can, even if they look better?"

"No."

"Hhotter!"  Right on my ear, then she sucked the lobe in, and nibbled it.

"None of them are as pretty, and sexy as you."  She felt my shirt and pushed it up.  Slipped her hand up it to feel my chest, and her hand slowed down.  Teasing me.  

"Hhuh!  So hard."

"Nh hm?"

"So hard, and sexy."  I nodded.  "Harder?"

"Ah!  Fuck!"  Her grip.

"Faster?"

"Yeah yeah.  Yes, fuck uh!"  She couldn't hit my ass, so she slapped my hip, and I jumped.  Her legs up against me, she felt under, and stroked my balls over her hand.  Then lifted them?  Cradling them as her insistent tugging sped up, faster, and faster.  Gripping them tightly, until she was almost crushing them.  "Uhn nhm  Him!  OWH!"  She bit my neck?  It felt good?  The literal pain in the neck, I guess from the intense orgasm breaking free, but even my balls gently gripped in her hand were overpowered by the pleasurable pain from her teeth pinching tight on my neck, and I realized that she must have put her shoes back on.

"Huh!"  She wiped her hand off on my shirt.  I just stood there shaking with my hands braced on the mattress, and looked back.  Sure enough, she had her shoes back on, so she was tall enough to breathe on my ear, nibble on it, and bite my neck.  "Move out of the way, I need to change the sheet.

"Okay."  I pulled my pants up too.  "That was incredible.  Uh, you want me to do something for you?"

"Here."  She handed me the comforter.  "Throw the hamper in here."  She sat on the bed, and put her leg up.  Unbuckled her heels, shaking her head.  "That should be a load?"

"Yeah.  I'm sorry."

"What for?  Oh, dear.  I wasn't punishing you, you're right.  That was incredibly hot.  Hand me shoes."

"Which ones?"  

"The tennis shoes."  She rubbed her feet, and took a deep breath.  Let it out with a sigh.  "I'm going to the laundromat."

"Okay."  I didn't know what to say.  It wasn't my first hand-job, but she picked it up like a santa-clause bag, grabbed her purse, and left.

I just never understood, what she, or any other woman got out of it.  Jerking a guy off, I mean, I got an orgasm out of it, and feeling the teeth indentations on my neck.  They were damp from her spit, but when I checked in the mirror, she didn't draw blood.  Not even a hickey, or a bruise, it went right away, but "Jesus that was intense."

You have to understand, she's not dominant at all.  At least, she never dominated me before, but I'd read stories.  Talked to the guys, I knew there were domineering women, and sadomasochists.  Is that what we just did?  Because I liked it, it was just so unexpected.  She surprised me, and was she jealous?  Playing it off, and lying about it, or acting jealous, or what?

I don't know, she made me compare her to the women in the magazines, but picking it up, I couldn't even remember which one I was looking at, because I barely got started.  We've always been more equals, she certainly never showed any submissive, streak?  I don't know, I don't love her for sex, she's an incredible woman, and active in bed?  I always loved that, she participates, and gives as good as she gets, but this time.

I don't know, I got one hell of an orgasm.  That's all I know, but she'll be back up from the laundry room soon.  Then I can talk to her, or maybe.  "No, she doesn't need any help with the laundry.  I don't know."

What do I want to ask her?  I'm confused, is she becoming.  Maybe it was just this one time, or does she want to do it again, and again?  Do I want her to?

"Huh!"  She dropped her keys on the table, and sat down to unlace her shoes.

"Honey?"

"Yes, dear."

"Do you like handjobs?"

"Yeah, that one was great, hun?"

"Yeah, but.  What do you get out of them?"

"I don't know."  She thought.  Shook her head, and pulled her stocking out.  Pantsuit, she put her other shoe up to unlace it.  "This time, it was a lot more fun."

"You bit me."

"Yeah, I did, huh?"  She smiled, looking up, and thinking to herself.  Took a deep breath for a sigh, and felt her lips.  "Oh," blinked, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"  She got up, "Here, let me take a look."

"No, oh no.  It wasn't that hard, and I liked it."

"Smooch.  Huh, me too.  Smooch.  You want to do that sort of thing again?"

"Yeah."  She walked back over to her phone.  Barefoot.

"What's that?"

"I set a timer.  The washer should be done in about 20 minutes, I need a shower."  

"Oh, okay.  Honey?"

"Yes dear."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

She finally let her hair down from work, and closed the bathroom door.

I wonder, is it because she got skipped over for that promotion?  I don't know.  "Women."  There's no understanding them, but if you're lucky, you get a chance to love one.

I kinda have to wonder where she'll go from there?

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"Oh," almost bumped into her in the breakroom.  She smiled, and made for a cup of coffee.  "Hey, Hannah?"

"What's up?"

"You like jerking off guys, right?"

"It's okay, I guess."  She threw out the stirring stick, and leaned back to blow, and take a sip.  "I'd really rather give head, why?"  She blinked, shook her head.

"I don't know, I got lucky last night, but he said something that's bothering me."

"Oh yeah?"  Screw it, I grabbed another donut.  "What's that?"

"He asked my what I get out of it.  Huh!"  She rolled her eyes, "I mean, other than a big handfull of dick, but this time, it was fantastic."  Still chewing a mouthful, I just nodded, and listened.

"Mhm?"

"Huh!  I don't know, it felt like a sexual assault.  Of course, it was just playing around, but I grabbed him, and groped him, and jerked him off, and it was.  Huh!  Just the best."

"And he liked it?"  Now, it's getting interesting!

She nodded, and smiled.  "He said it was incredible, and it was.  Pretty incredible."  Shook her head, "My ex never let me do it.  He said I can handle that myself, and made me give him a blowjob, but I always."  She keeps getting lost, thinking about it.  "Huh!  Ever since I was a little girl, well.  No.  Not like a little girl little girl, I suppose I must have been about eleven or twelve?"

"Sounds about right?"

"You know, when boys start to notice, well the other girls.  I never was all that buxom."

She's tall instead.  One of those model bodies, maybe she could have been a fashion model if she wanted to, but that's probably a tough business.  All that competition.  

"All I could think about was jerking off, and."  She made the sign, in the air in front of the skirt, and her neck was really red below her makeup.  "Then I started going out with Rodger.  I don't know, I guess I wanted to get my hands on a dick for so long it stuck with me.  I don't understand."

I giggled.  "What's to understand?  It's sex, nobody understands it.  You're what, 30, ish?"  She nodded.  "Well, you figured out something you like, with your husband.  That's great, he liked it too?"

"Well," she looked down.  "I uh.  I kinda bit him.  A little."

"Hahehn!  And he liked that part?"

"He seemed to."  She took another sip of coffee.  "Who can tell with men, anyway.  You jerk guys off a lot?"

"Oh, I don't know about that.  What you would call a lot, like I said, I'd really rather give head."

"Well, if you can give me any pointers.  Thanks a lot, by the way.  I knew I could come to you."

"Well, there's really no technique to it, you know."  I made the sign.  "To me, it's all the other stuff you can do with it.  Like play with his balls, or.  Does he like his nipples played with or sucked?"

"I don't know.  Why, I never thought to ask.  He's a man, so."

"How long have you been married?"

"It's been about 8 years.  We don't do it all the time, but now I'm seriously considering, jerking him off, a lot more.  I just want to be better at it."

"Well, ask him about it, but it's mostly trial and error.  Men are really rather simple creatures, so I shouldn't take a whole lot to figure out."

"I suppose you're right.  We better get to work."

"What are we working on today?"  Back to boss mode.

"Well," she set down her coffee, so I wiped the sugar off my face.

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Viola (FM Fant Hand Exhib)

"Let's go out."

"Okay," so we got in the car, and I got out my phone.  "So I was thinking about what you said.  Last week, when I jerked you off?"

"Mhm, where to?"

"The college strip?"  I grinned, and brought up a video I'd saved.  "I think what I like about it is I can see it better.  I didn't really get a chance to see what I was doing the last time."

"You've been looking at Porn."  Just nod, and lick my lips.  She has him wrapped up, in plastic wrap.  

"Huh, especially this one.  Have you seen it?"  

"She looks familiar."  Amber Rayne.  {R.I.P.}

"She jerked him off, 3 times, and he stayed hard.  All 3 times!"

"Wow, that's.  That's impressive."

"Are you getting hard?"  One of the nice things about being left handed.  Normally it's a pain, everything is set up to be right handed, because most people are, and we have to make sure we sit together with him on my right side so our elbows don't hit each other, but in the car.

"Not really.  A little chubby.  Is this what you wanted to go out for?"

"I thought it might be a nice change of pace.  To show you off."

"In public?"

"If you wouldn't be embarrassed."  I let him drive, because in the passenger seat, I can feel his leg, and his muscle flex through his pants.  Pushing the gas.

"I don't know, it might be hot.  I was thinking about it too, and what I like is you can stroke it faster.  A lot faster than when we have sex, or even with your mouth."

"Is that why you finished so quickly?"

"I don't know about that.  It was exciting, how you grabbed me from behind, and held me, and rubbed your body up against me, and.  Uh, god.  Now it's hard."

"I know, I can feel it.  Get it out."  I moved my hand, and unbuckled my seatbelt.  Turned my legs for a better angle, then we went under a street light, and it flashed over his pants spread open with it sticking up hard where anyone could see it.

"You want me to pull over?"

"Yeah," I got a grip, and stuck my hand in to pull his balls out.  "Oh, and I talked to a girl at work.  She's a real jerkoff master, and she told me.  Do you like it better wet or dry?"

"Wet, and you?  Oh, oh honey."

"Mh smup!  Huh!"  Now it's wet, and glistening in the street light.  He put it in park, and cut the engine so he could put his arm down.  "Is that wet enough?"

"Maybe a little wetter."

"Ngh, mph smuph!  Schlerp siph!"  I'm drooling, and licking my lips, but now it's slippery, and I can really slide the pink head through my fingers, with wet crackling noises.

"Take off your top."

"Okay."  I have to stop before he blows it too soon anyway.  Maybe I can stroke it slower this time, and make it last.  Until someone walks by, and sees us.

"Yeah, I want them to see you too.  My beautiful wife."

"Huh!  Uh hnh hnhm!"

"Huh, slow down."

"Sorry.  I'm just, sorry.  I got so excited."

"Well, this is a pretty busy street, so somebody's bound to come around the corner, any minute.  Uh, you want to try bondage?  Some other time."

"Oh no.  I don't know how I'd be able to jerk your big hard dick with my hands tied behind my back."

"No, not you."  He nodded at my phone, on the dashboard.  "She tied him up, what is that, saran wrap?"

"Swop?"  Shake my head.  "I think it's that warehouse film.  They tie up pallates for shipping, why?  Would you be interested in trying that sort of thing?"

"Do you have any, at the warehouse I mean?"

"I don't know, but I could probably get it.  You want me to?"

He nodded, but then his eyes moved.  I looked, and sure enough, a couple college girls, it looked like.

"Uhn!"  He closed his eyes though, so I sat back.  Just held it, pulsing, and spurting in my hand.  "Oh, god.  Honey?"

"Look!"  He cracked his eyes, but they saw me first.  Once covered her mouth, while the other looked at her friend.  Laughing, loudly, and I smiled.  Held up my hand, and licked the streak dripping off my fingers, then they walked off.  Still laughing.

"Mh!"  I sucked my spermy fingers, and sat back.  Closed my eyes, but he'd finished fixing up his pants, and leaned over.  His seat made that sound from his butt rubbing over it, then his hands were on me. I slipped my fingers out to let him kiss me, and felt up his shirt up to his chest.

It was a great start to a good date night.

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[psiberzerker]

So, we got a table in the corner.  High on bar stools, with padded back, but either she didn't wear a bra, or she took it off.  Her loose top buttoned pretty low, so she could just pull it back on over her head in the car, and check her makeup.

It wasn't that crowded, not yet, and behind the pool table.  The other chairs were mostly used to lean queues up, while the young students moved around, lining up shots.

CRACK!  She hopped, and shimmied.  Then, her panties slipped down her calfs under the table.

'Honey, what are you doing?'

"Hhuh, don't worry."  Her neck is really hot.  "Nobody noticed."  She smiled, and winked.  "Yet."

I kissed her, and felt her knee.  Up her leg, and slipped the hem of her skirt out of the way with my thumb.

TUNK!  Somebody noticed.  Mis-cued.  "Snh!"  I could smell her, and feel the hot muggy heat building up under her skirt.  Somebody was bound to notice the lacy panel stretched between her ankles, even without her skirt slipping up from her knees spreading wide.

"Huh!"  She licked her lips.  They looked huge, swollen with her lipstick smudged.  Fresh from the.  Well, I don't suppose it was a blowjob as much as a handjob, with a little mouth to get it wet.

'you're so wet.'  I slipped a fingertip up between her folds to swipe out her juice, and she scooted out.  Pulling down her skirt while I held it up.  "Snh!"

She took my hand, and sucked the finger real quick.  I blinked, but she didn't look away from the guys behind me.

I looked back, realizing I hadn't heard any sound of billiards, since that last shot.

Nobody else was looking, besides the 3 guys.  Just standing there, watching me.  Fondle, and finger my wife, while the rest of the bar just went on drinking, and chatting.

So, I stuck my hand back under her skirt, and held it down with the other hand.  The guys came around, this side of the table to watch, and even started cheering us on until the bartender came to kick us out.

We laughed, barely even touched our drinks, but made it to the back seat.  Where she lay back, pulling open her blouse, and spreading her knees, so the skirt fell down her long thighs.

"Huh, this what you're thirsty for?"

I was hard again, practically throbbing in my pants, but I got down.  Kneeling on the curb outside the open door.

Knowing anyone could walk by and see us, but she already jerked me off once tonight.

Time to return the flavor.

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[psiberzerker]

I called my husband, "Why don't you come pick me up from work?"

"Car trouble?"

"No, we just got some things in the warehouse, I could use a Hand with."  He got the message, and waited behind the loading dock for me to let him in.

"Huh, I've been jacking off anyone I could get my hands on, but it just makes me want you more.  It's not the same, it's not you, hHhuhHhuh!"

Lying, though it is an incredible fantasy.  I have been thinking about the men I work with especially.  Whether they're circumcised, their wives, or girlfriends, and what they do with their wives, and girlfriends.

"Did you get the shrink wrap?"

"Huh, yeah."  But we have to stop, and do bondage.  I regret ever showing him that video, honestly he can sit on his hands, or hold them behind his head if he wants to, but he's been twisting his shirt around his hands, and talking about getting hand-cuffs.

I just grabbed the roll, and rolled a chair around.  To the middle of the room.  It's not so much a warehouse as the back of a retail store, I manage.  "Sit down."  I'd be perfectly happy to jerk him off, and have done with.  I don't mind sitting on his face, but isn't it odd that I feel better, jerking him off than making love, or even orgasming?

I'll take the orgasms, gladly, but this roll just has a handle, like a painter's roller, only larger.  I had to special order it, because we don't ship out of here, we get things in stock, and sell them, but the look on his face.  

"Comfy?"  He blinked, his eyes closed, and this strange look of bliss.  I just don't get it, his arms cocooned to his sides, and the back of the chair.  He's just grinning, and nodding.  

"Can you pull it a little tighter?"

"Okay?"  I have to hold his shoulder, so he doesn't roll around, and he grunts.  "Too tight?"

"No, that's good.  I can still breathe."

I would have gone claustrophobic by now.  Not being able to move, but I already asked him what that's all about, and he just can't tell me.  It's comforting, like being hugged, or cuddled all over.  

All I know is it's a lot of extra work, when I've been working all day, and.  "You really want to jerk off a lot of guys?"

"Oh, no.  That was just to get in the mood."

"I would love that."

"Really?"

He nodded, "If I could watch you?  Yeah, that would be hot as hell, but just hand jobs.  Maybe a little blow to get them wet, but.  NGHM!  Oh, honey!"

"Shlurh slup slup slup!  Nghm!  Snh!  Like this?"  Let my hair down, but another thing is he can't touch me.  Hold my head, sucking, and slipping it through my lips, rubbing it with my tongue, and licking the dribbles off his balls.  "Huhl!  Luh!"

"Yeah, lots of men.  Lining up for hand jobs, 2 at a time.  All kinds of dicks, big ones, and little ones?"

"You just want to watch?"

"Well, bound like this."  He closed his eyes.  "Nhm!  I'd be so helpless to stop it.  Hhuh!"

I stopped.  "Close?"  He shook his head.  Held his breath, his eyes clenched, but holding back.  That sigh, that ragged breath.  I have to get my undies down, and my skirt up.  Pull his hair to force his face between my legs, and brace my heel on his shoulder.

"Stop."  I kicked him back, and rolled him up against the steel rack.  Put my heel up on a stack of boxes.  "You want it?"

"Yeah!"  Licking his lips.

"You want my hot wet twat."

"Snh, yeah yeah.  Please, let me eat it some mown!  Wolooluhl uh?"  He shook his head.

"Huh!"  I wanted him inside me.  Now, not another jerkoff, not another face job, as quickly as I could turn around, pull it out ans sit on it.  "Uh huh huhuhuhuh!"  Stop, and let it slip out.

"HhuhHhuh!"  Behind me.  He's really trembling now, but I can slip his shirt up with my bare bottom.  Forcing my fingers between the snaps of my blouse so they burst open, releasing the heat, and allowing me to cup, and squeeze my bra inside.  Humping his chest, and panting tummy with my bottom.

Looking up, and seeing Hannah.  She didn't believe me, but just peeking out above some boxes.  Bent over, no doubt masturbating like mad.  Watching me Own my husband.  That's what she calls it, Owned.

It's not about ownership, it's about love.  Loving him enough to give him exactly what he wants, even if it is a lot of work.

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[psiberzerker]

"Huh!"  I love my wife, and I always did, but this.  Knowing she's willing to go to all this trouble to pleasure me, just proves it every time.  I'm thankfult it took so long for the shrink wrap to arrive, and I can just imagine being naked.  The clingy film clinging to my bare skin, though the wrinkles of om shirt-sleeves just remind me that I'm helpless, and at her mercy.

I know that she could just leave me here, throbbing with a hardon, and helpless to do anything about it, but she doesn't.  She had me worried there for a second, but of course she wouldn't risk her job, giving the men handjobs for incentivives, rerwarding them for good performance.  It doesn't feel like punishment.

What could she be punishing him for, a burglar?  "Yeah, huh!"  She slows down.  Sliding it under the back of her skirt, and rubbing it up and down with her buttocks.  "Close?"

"No, uh.  I just thought of a scene.  Where I ask to use the restroom, and hide until you close to break into the office, and go through your things.  Not me, but a burglar, in a mask?  Can you put it over my face?"  

"Again?"  Her ass lifts up, and she pulls her skirt back, her dripping snatch close enough to smell it.  

"No, the film."

She stood up.  "You'd suffocate."

"Only a moment, just long enough to be scared.  I'm not scared, I love you, and trust you, but that would force my body to react, despite that.  It's okay."  Nod, "I tried it at home, you can just poke a hole in it to breathe."

"That's dangerous."

"UH!"  My heart skipped a beat, "Who's that?"  I shook my head, looking around, panicing, and clenching my fists reflexively.

"Paul, dear.  Look at me, Paul.  Are you all right?"

"Yes, dear."  I relaxed, and shivered.  Knowing that she was watching.  The whole time, a total stranger knowing my deepest darkest secrets finally came true, and it washed over me, like a crashing wave of relief.

"This is Hannah."

"Oh," I blinked, "Nice to finally meet you.  I've heard so much about you."

"Huh!"  She rolled her eyes, but she's not as fat as I imagined her.  Her face looks younger too, maybe it's the fat, or maybe not, but I thought she would look older.  Maybe because of all the experience, and advice she gave my wife.  The ideas.  "Gasping is even more dangerous than you'd think.  I know, it's exciting, but you can have a heart attack, even if you can breathe.  You could die."

"Oh.  Well, that shock did the trick anyway.  Perfect timing."

"Well, since the cat is out of the bag, you want to get undressed?"

She shrugged, and pulled her skirt up.  Shimmied out of her underwear, so I closed my eyes.  Took a deep breath, and inhaled the fragrance of 2 women right here.  My wife, and an extremely experienced stranger, i had only heard about.

"I don't think he's scared at all."

"Uh!"  the chair lurched, and my heart lept out of control when it tipped.  She held me, and slowly let me down.  She was strong, and heavy, and gentle all at once, and the fear left me.  Not as suddenly as it came, but I relaxed, and the back of the chair rested on the concrete.  "Huh!"  The back of my hair, and i slowly took a deep breath to stop panting in excitement.

Trust fall.  Isn't that what they call it?  She could have dropped me, she threatened to, and didn't even give me any warning, but then she didn't.  "Thank you, Hannah."

"You can call me Mistress."

"Yes mistress."

"Now, shut up, and show me what you can do with your mouth."

"Muph!"  I can't see, it's dark, but warm, and soft, and heavy with the strange musk of her unfamiliar cunt.  I feel around, to get my bearings with my tongue, but discover no hair.  Thick soft rolls of flesh, and hot meaty folds between them.  "HUH!"

"Breathe."

"Snh!  Huh, Snh! Huh!  SNHhHhH!  HuhHhHhuh!"  Nod, and close my eyes, as the shadow of her as slowly blots out the bright florescent bars hanging overhead.  

"No biting."

"No Mistress."

"You ready?"

"Yes mistress, please, let me pleasure you with my mouth."

"You can try."

"Muph!"

They call her the office slut, but she isn't.  She's a top, a domme, and she retired to work here, rather than find a man to take care of her.  I hear she was thinner, more athletic, though I hadn't seen any pictures.  "Uph phugh!"

"Huh!"  It surprised me, and that's always the best orgasms.  The ones where I'm so distracted that I'm not even thinking about it, and with my eyes closed.  The blood pounds in my ears, but I can still hear it patter on the plastic stretched tight over my heart.

"Huh!  Typical.  What a waste."

"Well, it's not as if I need it anyway.  I'm already pregnant."

"Oh, that's great!"

"Help him up."

"Uh!"  The chair rocked back on the hard plastic wheels.

"How long?"

"About 3 months.  I don't know, I've been getting so much dick on the side, it's hard to tell, but I know who the father isn't.  He couldn't cum inside me if he tried."  

They left me, chatting back, and forth on their way down the aisle, and ignoring me.  Talking about me, as if I'm not even there.

"You bring the strapon?"

"Yeah, of course!"

"Good," but she looked back, and smiled at me.  With a wink so the relief could wash over me again.  "I could use a decent fuck for a change."  She rolled her eyes, and the disappeared around the end of the steel rack.

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[psiberzerker]

I wasn't even in there for 5 minutes!  I had an appointment, to transfer our savings to a new account with a better interest rate.  Everything was set up over the phone, so all I had to do was read the paperwork, and sign it.  

Then, I got out to the parking lot to see the car gone.  BEEP!  My wife had pulled over to the side, where she could see around the corner, but when I ran around there, she locked the door.  Rolled the window down, and said "Come around this side."

I didn't know what kind of game she was playing, but while I cut in front of the bumper, she pulled her top down.  Her bra cups out, and squeezed her generous D cups together.  "Huh!"  Already covered in a load of cum, "You slut, I can't leave you alone for 5 fucking minutes?"

"Huh, get it out."  She rubbed me hard through the window, so I unbuckled my belt, and tossed the packet from the bank through the window.  "I couldn't help it, he looked so hot just walking by, and he had such a big dick."

"Huh, yeah?"

"Enormous!  I needed both hands to jerk him off, and it was still long enough to suck the tip."

"Huh," I backed up, looking around, "Well, you got your handjob for this morning."

She nodded, grinning, and her tits bounced together.  From her moving around, and then she got up.  Flipping back her skirt, and pulling her underpants down.  Right here, in broad daylight.  I watched traffic, but nobody even looked over.  They just kept driving past, and I checked my watch.

[2:42] PM.  Like the manager said, it's the slowest time of day.  Between the lunch hour, and the evening rush, people stopping by on break, it's the best time to come in.

Now that I'd taken care of business, it was a good time to pull my belt out.  "Filthy whore."

"Uh, I'm sorry!"  She jumped at the swat, but I felt the welt warm up.

"Don't give me that shit!"

"Ah!"  My pants fell down, leaving me in my underwear, so I pulled up the waistband, and hooked the fly on my raging erection.  "Huh, you don't have to hit me so hard!"  She lied, of course that's part of the game.  Wiggling her tush out the window, inviting me to hit her harder.  "Ow!"

"You deserve worse."  But she's already wet, and that's not some strangers wad.  Like the one he shot all over her chest.  

"I won't do it again, I promAH shit!"  She likes it better when it's a surprise.  Hell, she's the one that talked me into being more spontaneous, and I have to admit it.  We sure spiced up our lovelife, but that didn't make her any more faithful.  It just made me appreciate her cheating even more.  The thought of her slutting it up with any stranger that walked by, when I couldn't stand them looking at her before.

Which is fucking stupid, how do you expect any guy to just walk by, an not notice her fantastic body.  I can't blame them, if I wasn't married to her, there's no way I could pass up the chance, and even her rings hanging around her neck wouldn't stop them.  Any of them, she could seduce a eunich, and turn a gay guys straight.

I used to hate it, how slutty my wife became, but then i learned to love it.  Not like I didn't love her before, or always love her, but I blamed myself.  I took it personally, and thought that ment I couldn't satisfy her.  I got so insane worrying about it, I even had trouble keeping it up, but now her red hot ass.  Glowing with welts, and shaking with the beating.  Just knowing that asshole got a handjob, and maybe a little action in her mouth to get it wet, but not this.

"Uh!"

"Yeah ah!  Fuck me.  Fuck!  Me!  Uhn!"  This is MINE!  "Uh huh hun fgh mnh yeah ah!"  Spanking her with my belly.  Pounding into her, and only pulling it out to plow back in even harder. "Faster, ah han naAuhHN!"  

It didn't take much of that to touch off an orgasm, so I just held on.  Caressing her hips, and rubbing her buttocks with my thumbs.  Listening to her moans, and feeling her contractions end-to-end.  Her opening pulling tight, and the tight door to her womb spasming right against the tip until I had to pull out.

"Uh, nghm!"  Squeeze it to hold the wad back until she could sit down, then let the first couple spurts dribble out.  Followed by the third to shoot across her nose.  

"Omph, nghm!"  Then she gripped it, pulling me in to envelop it with her hot mouth, caress the underside with her tongue, swallowing in between the red hot jets of ecstasy before they finally ran out.  "Snh!  Huh!"  She sat back, panting, and gasping.  Her tits heaving, and wiping the mess off her cheek.  The first dribble, then wiping her nose with her fingers to lap, and suck greedily.

Meanwhile, I got my pants up, and buttoned.  Started slipping my belt back in the loops before I heard clapping behind me.

"Huh?"

"Damn, man.  You guys put on a hell of a show!"

"Let's go, honey."  I ran around to the passenger side, where I'd have to get in, either way.  Even if I wanted to get in the back seat, it's a coupe, and the long door was still locked.  "Come on, honey.  Let me in!"

"Why don't you stick around, and watch?"  I bent down to look in the window, but she didn't even look back.  Instead, she pointed.  "Come here, don't be shy.  I bet you've got a big fat cock for me, don't you?"

"Yeah," he looked around.  "You got some bigass titties yoself."

Clunk!  I looked down, and then pulled the door handle, before she locked it again.  "If you don't want to watch, then keep an eye out.  In case someone else cums."

"Big enough fo you?"

"Holy shit!"    "I thought that was a myth!"

"Ain't no myth, mister.  So, you wanna watch yo wife, suck a big black dick?"

"Can I?"  She sounds like our daughter, asking for a toy, or a piece of candy in the store.  She looks so excited, and how can I deny her?

I can't satisfy her anyway.  So, I just swallowed the lump in my throat, closed my eyes, and nodded.

[psiberzerker]

I never even thought about cheating, until my husband started accusing me of it.  He wasn't like this before.  Then, he started middle age, getting more pear shaped around the middle, and losing his muscle tone.  He got self conscious about it, and it wasn't good for our lovelife.  

Honestly, it turned out to be a bit of a fetish for him.  I just didn't understand that part until we went out to the park.  Walking along in a sun-dress, I got so many looks, and he kept looking back.  Holding me tighter, but then he surprised me in the most unexpected way.

He let go of me, and started grabbing my ass.  Then a jogger ran past, and he grabbed my breast, right in front of him.  Possessively, and finally he said "Watch this."

Looking back, I didn't even hear the bicycle until my husband lifted my skirt, to flash my underpants.  The poor guy swerved, right across the trail, and then flipped his bike when he turned the wheel the other way.  My husband laughed, said something about what he gets for looking at my wife, but then we wound up behind the bushes.  Fucking like bunnies in spring, and moaning so loud.  Louder than I'd ever heard him moan before, until I realized he was faking.

"Yeah, take it slut!"  Yelling out loud just to get attention until somebody showed up, and threatened to call the cops because she had her children with her.  That was bad.  Impulsive, and dangerous.  We could have been arrested, and that's not even considering how those little girls were exposed to our debaucheries in public.  I can just imagine having to explain that to our daughter, but we avoided the issue by waiting until they're in school.  Sleeping over at friend's houses, or just sending them to the store with money.

That was before we discovered the thrills of exhibitionism, but now.  By the bank, it was almost like a gangbang.  I'd never had so much as a threesome before, I had to fake that by saving the rubbers, and planting his semen in my underwear for him to find them.  Boy, did that piss him off, and get me such a powerful hatefuck I couldn't stand up straight for hours.  So, we worked it out, just to avoid anything like diseases, or another pregnancy, we'd use condoms, but he really liked the sigh of my tits covered in another man's cum.

Even if it wasn't, another man's cum, it's part of the fantasy, or it always was before.  "He lookin at my dick?"

"Smp?  No, of course not."  I lied, just a glance back told me that, but he grinned, and nodded.  Licking his lips, and rubbing his pants excitedly.  Not 5 minutes after spanking me, fucking me to an explosive orgasm, and ejaculating in my mouth.  He has never, Ev Ver gotten it up again so fast.  I shook my head, "He's keeping a lookout, like the good cuck he is, aren't you?"

"Yes, dear."  He tore his eyes away, but turned his head first.  

"Ahshit!"

"Uh!"  I turned, just in time to see it spurt in my eye, and blinked, but wiped it out before I had to worry about the possible diseases, getting in the mucus membranes.  Imagine getting herpes, or chlamydia in the eye?  "Ughl!  Mn!"  I gagged, but managed to take the top of it.  Stop his hand, and point it down.  Shooting it on my neck, and getting up on my knee again.  "Huh!  HhuhHhuh!  Yeah!"

Especially on the tits.  He loves the way it looks on my tits, and I love it too.  The unmistakable sticky, and slippery feel of it, unlike anything else so I know it's semen.  Another man's semen, for the first time, and that makes the reality of it.  A complete stranger, "Uuhn!'  Cumming all over my tits, while my husband watches.  

He ran off, belt clinking before he even fixed up his pants, but I don't care.  Thank goodness he got it out before the stranger finished.  He had a rubber out, but I couldn't wait for him to even unwrap it.  "No, I want you inside me, now."

"What about,"

"Don't worry about it."  I felt my panties rip, just trying to pull them over my foot, so I could climb over the center console, his legs, and straddle his lap.  Hiking my dress up to my hips, and kissing him.  His hands squeezing my tits together, and his tongue swabbing the cum residue out of my mouth.  Humping it desperately to orgasm after orgasm, amazed how quickly they came, one right on top of each other, and how long he lasted the second time around.

"Uh, stop, I'm about to cum, uh!"  I clamped down, as hard as I could to hold him inside me.  "Uh, ah, fugh!  HUH!"  He stopped, after a few seconds, and I looked around.  Pulling out the neck of my dress, and carefully slipping my nails in the bra cups, so I could fix them without scratching myself, and finally pulling the stretchy lycra/poly microfiber blend over what was left of the semen, that wasn't smeared all over his shirt.

"Huh, don't worry about it."  I pulled the skirt back down, and got behind the wheel again.  "I don't have any diseases."

"What about all those other men?"  I wiped my eyes, blinking to make tears, and hoping the salt would kill whatever it didn't wash out.

"Huh, there are no other men.  Other than him, you're the only man I ever had sex with.  I lied, and stole your rubbers to make you think I was cheating on you, since it turns you on so much."

"Really?"  He doesn't believe me.  Shaking his head, even though he wants to, and that's honestly a little thrill too.  In and of itself, I thought it might ruin the game before, but how can he ever be sure?  That I'm not lying now to spare his feelings, because I lied for years now to satisfy his sick slut wife fantasy.  "Huh, what is it with you, and hand jobs, anyway?"

"I'm late."

"For what?"

"For my period.  So you don't have to worry about me getting pregnant, either."

"Wh, is it mine?"

"Of course it's your's, weren't you even listen;"

"Get out."  What a great time for the Security guard to show up.  "Now, before the police show up.  I already called them, so unless you want to get arrested, I suggest you clear the property now!"

"Huh!"  Keys still in the ignition, I just backed out.

"So, what is it with you, and handjobs, anyway?"

"I don't know, I just like them.  Better than blowjobs, really.  I know you don't like them, because you can beat off any time you like, but.  I do."  there's a break in traffic, so I can pull out, to the right, and make the block.  I'm never going to get a chance to go left, on this street, and the Security chick did say before the cops show up.  I wonder if they take their time, when it's not a robbery?  I don't hear any sirens, but it's just a hot couple, fucking, and sucking in the parking lot.  Now, he's holding my hand, so I let go of the gear shifter.  

"It's kind of hot, how I could see his dick better.  When he was whacking off, or when you took over.  Even better than when you're sucking me.  So, I guess it's all right, if you want to give guys hand jobs, as long as I get to watch?"

"And the baby?"  I felt my still flat, and toned tummy.  It's still too early for me to be showing, but I'm fertile as fuck.  Better get him used to the idea, but I've got a fresh load of little swimmers, knocking on the door to my womb.  I want another baby now.  I'm ready, and if moving up a tax bracket isn't a sign that we can afford it now, I don't know what is.

"If that's what you want."  He kissed my hand, "Dear, I'll support you."

I won't ask, what the deal is with him, and children.  Our children, it's not like he's a bad father, but he's so reluctant to even talk about it.  He'll just change the subject again, like he always does.  "What's it like?"

He looks out the window, but then at the mirror, without turning his head.  To look at me.

"I don't know if there's any way to explain to a man, what it's like to be pregnant."

"No, sorry."  He shook his head, and rolled down his window, before he looked out.  Away from me, he even let go my hand before he said it.  'giving head.'

Almost too low to hear it, over the air rushing in both sides at.  [23mph] by the speedometer.  More to himself, than anybody.

"There's no way to describe it, you'd have to try it yourself."  I joked, but he looked back, so suddenly.  He didn't laugh, and I couldn't tell if he was surprised, or afraid.  

"Would you like that?"  Finally, he got that dirty look again.  "Is that what you want to see, me suck a dick?"

Honestly?  "Yeah," I lied.  "Is that what you want, you cock hungry fag?"

"Of course not."  He turned away.  Shrugged.  "But if you wanted me to.  I'd do it for you."  I swear, he got a hard on again.  So, he wants to play this game now.  I can hardly imagine it.  Him sucking a dick, but if I could arrange that?

"Yeah," I wouldn't have to.  "If I get to watch."

[psiberzerker]

BLINK!  I got a message right away.  I didn't know that they could do that, but then again, I left the page up in the other window.  Incognito, but I guess that doesn't block them going straight to my Messenger.

[Hey.  I was just looking through the newest members, and I saw your profile.]

[I'm not gay.]  I sent back. 

[I know, I read your profile.  Bi curious?]

[No, not at all, but it's hard to explain. 
You probably wouldn't understand.]

[Try me.  You're not the first straight guy I hooked up with on here, but you're married?]

[Says it in my profile, is that a problem?]

[Of course not, in fact it just makes you hotter to me.]

[You like doing married straight guys?]

[I like bears, especially straight married ones. 
It doesn't say whether or not you have any kids?]

[Leave them out of this.]

[Oh no. 
I'm no pedorast, it's just a possible complication.]

[What is it with you, and bears?  Gay guys, I mean.]

[I don't know, I guess it's the whole Daddy thing to me.
You mind if I call you daddy?]

[Yes, I do.  In fact, please don't call me that.]

[Of course not, but that's one of the possible complications, I mentioned earlier?]

[Yeah, well it's sick, but.]  "Huh!" 
[I don't know.  Maybe?]

[Maybe what?]

[Maybe I'm not ready for it, yet.
Maybe I might be into it, later.  IDK.]

[Into what?]

[If it works out, with you. 
No promises, but it's possible that I might like it, if you called me that.]

[You like the humiliation.]

[How did you guess that?]  I didn't put it in my profile.

[Well, there's only a few reasons married guys want to hook up with gay guys.
You're not gay, and you don't want to be called "Daddy."  Not yet.]

[Yeah, I kinda do.  Now that I think about it.]  It's so sick, the idea is starting to feel hotter, and hotter.  [U have a hardon?]

[Not yet.  Why, you want to see it?]

[Yeah.]



[No, with a hardon.]

[I have some old ones, just a sec.]

[No, I can wait.  I want you to get hard, for me.]

[Huh!  That's hot, but you're going to have to give me something.]

[Okay]  I had to get up.  [Here



[I want to suck that.]

[When can we meat?]

[I have to ask my wife.]



[Sorry, but I'm mostly doing this for her, and she wants to watch.]

[This was a mistake.]

[Sorry?
I'm sorry.
Don't go.
RU there?]

[User has blocked you.]

"Huh!"