Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  I could tell she was unprepared to be taken in the butt, there was nothing she could do about it, She'd just have to enjoy it as best she could.

  I smacked my cock across her clit, which was still extremely sensitive after her orgasm and the spanking.

  "I'm going to enjoy this," I said, "And something tells me you're going to enjoy it too."

  I looked over and saw one of the wives now jerking off her husband working his stick like she was flying a fighter plane. He was transfixed on my every move while his wife was now giving him a hand job that was worthy of a professional porn star.

  She then started giving him what must have been a really nice blowjob. It certainly looked very sensuous.....slow and full, with her sucking it deep into her mouth and out again while she cupped his balls.

  I suddenly realized I needed to focus on my own job at hand since everybody was watching us. Grabbing a bottle of baby oil Sonja had left out from sun bathing earlier I rubbed the lube along the length of my shaft. Once my shaft was well lubricated, I began to finger her ass.

  I pressed it up against her opening and paused.

  "I'm going to take your ass now, slut."

  You're going to show everyone how you take in the ass for husband."

  She whimpered and winced in anticipation.

  Suddenly, I was inside of her. She looked down and saw me squeeze even more lube onto my shaft as I went deeper.

  Then I began to fuck her ass. I started with long, smooth, strokes, but suddenly she was being slammed.

  I called her all kinds of names -- a whore, a slut, a cunt -- and others that I couldn't remember.

  After a minute or so of this treatment, Sonja realized that she was going to come again.

  "Ohh fuck," she said, almost surprised, "fuck me, don't stop I'm going to come."

  "You really are a slut, aren't you? You're begging for this cock."

  "Yes," she admitted, "I am. I'm a cock-hungry slut. Fuck me with that cock in my tight little ass."

  Thrusting my cock into her faster and faster, feeling my own orgasm on its way, "you need a steady diet of cock!"

  I pulled out and shot my semen all over her.

  I raised my hands in the air in mock victory gesture. The group laughed and cheered.

  "I'm going to get a picture of this" one the guys said, and before Sonja could respond, there was the flash of a camera.

  My well fucked wife stood there on display for everyone to see, her legs, ass and pussy aching. She had been spanked, dick-slapped, pussy-strapped, ass-fucked, deflowered, facialized and photographed. Her body had endured more abuse, humiliation -- and pleasure -- than it had ever known before.

  I picked up her crumpled cloths from the ground and threw them at her. "Get dressed. I am not done with you." I said.

  "Get cleaned up and bring me a drink and a plate of food out by the pool where everyone can see you serve me." She came out of the house about ten minutes later as directed walking very gingerly after the good ass fucking I had just given her.

  The party was quiet and very tame after our little exhibition and everyone left and went home not long after that.

  The next day I thought my wife would be giving me all kinds of grief about what happened the night before. Instead she acted like nothing had happened and in fact she seemed more happy and content than usual bouncing around the house like Mary Poppins or something. Even stranger was when her girlfriends came over to have lunch a few days later, they kept giving me these smirks and some cases a seductive look and smile.

  A couple of weeks later we went to a New Year's Eve party at one of her girlfriend's house. Her girlfriend pulled almost the same exact stunt and got a similar reaction from her husband. Two months later we went to a dinner at one of her other girlfriend's house who tried to use me a prop this time to get a reaction from her husband.

  Afterwards I realized these bitches were playing us. Using us like dancing bears in a three ring circus performing on command to impress or showoff for their friends. This was all a well-orchestrated and choreographed show these bitches had made up for us to unknowingly take part in.

  I told the other husbands about my theory and they agreed. We decided the next time these manipulative bitches try something like this we will teach them all a lesson. We will make them play our game by our rules and see how they like that.

  The next time my wife tries her little game I may just call her bluff. I may call on the other guys to help me give her a good healthy gang bang or even a gang rape while all her girlfriends watch. I think that should teach her a lesson about playing games and pushing my buttons right?

  The End.

  Jen's Short Skirt

  It was a Saturday morning and I was at work. I just stood there thinking about what happened the previous day.

  I cheated on my wife of twenty years with a girl I don't even know, not even her name. And I did it at work, in the men's room.

  "I fucked the cleaning girl," I said under my breath.

  I said it again to myself, "I really fucked the cleaning girl."

  I thought, "Damn! Where did that come from?" And the bad thing, or good thing, whichever it may be, is that I am still horny as hell this morning.

  I haven't seen the cleaning girl today. She must be off since there are not many people working on Saturday. Just thinking of her makes my dick stir in my pants. Damn that was hot.

  I had been day dreaming all morning about the past days events when my thoughts were interupted suddenly by Chris' voice.

  "Damn, these new saftey shoes suck," Chris said with an aggravated voice. "We need to say something about them."

  It took me a minute to snap out of my daze, but I finally responded.

  "Why don't you tell Jen," I said. "Here she comes now."

  "Why is she here on Saturday?" Chris asked.

  "I don't know. She must be behind on paperwork, or something," I replied.

  Jen was in charge of safety at the plant. She was walking our way and moving briskly. Chris turned around like he was going to say something to her, but then just watched as she walked on by.

  "Could that skirt get any shorter?" Chris asked, as Jen walked by.

  I just laughed and kept working, acting like I didn't notice the short skirt the petite Saftey Manager had on as she walked by.

  We both looked as she made her way around the corner of the assembly line. She was really looking good today. Her ass was really making that short skirt look good. It wasn't a tight skirt, but it really made her ass look good as she walked.

  "I mean, damn," Chris continued, "How are we supposed to work safely with a distraction like that walking around?"

  I just laughed again and went about my work.

  My name is Joe, and Chris and I have spent the last six months working together at an auto assembly plant. Chris spends a lot of time looking at the ladies that work in the office. I check them out, too, but I never say anything.

  There are a lot of damn fine women in the office, and occasionally they will make their way out into the plant. When they do, all the men go crazy, and try to get a good look as they walk by.

  I am no different. I love to check out a nice piece of ass, and I would love to see what Jen is hiding under that skirt. She is fine as hell.

  Jen is a petite woman, slim, with a very nice ass. She is about 5' 4" tall, 35 years old, and from what I can tell, has very nice banana shaped tits. Her skin was milky white, and she wore glasses. She had that librarian look, but very sexy.

  This particular day she was wearing a white blouse, short khaki skirt, and heels. She always dressed very nice, but today her skirt was shorter than usual.

  Jen and my wife are very good friends, both dealing with safety in their work. My wife's business supplies parts for our plant, so she and Jen talk and email daily, and have lunch together from time to time. She is always very friendly to me in passing, but that's about it, we rarely talk.

  Since it was Saturday, I thought it would be a good t
ime to say something about the safety shoes. Chris was right, they did suck, so on my way to lunch I planned to drop by her office and talk to her about them. And since I was horny as hell, I thought it would be a good opportunity to check out that short skirt she had on, and those damn sexy legs.

  The morning went by pretty quick and lunchtime rolled around. I washed my hands and made my way up front to the office area of the plant. To get to the lunchroom I had to walk right by Jen's office, so it would be on the way.

  Chris and the other guys left a few minutes before I did and were already in the lunchroom. It wouldn't take but a few minutes to tell Jen about the shoes, then I would still have plenty of time to eat.

  Her office has a glass wall and door in the front so you can see in. It sits behind a waiting area and there are two more cubicles in there. She shares the area with two other women who are off today. As I walked into the waiting area, I could see she was on the phone with someone. I made my way through the door and she looked up and motioned me to wait at one of the cubicles in the waiting area. I went back out and sat down at one of the desks and waited. I could still see her, but couldn't hear what she was saying. From the desk I couldn't see out into the hallway that lead to the lunchroom, due to the cubicle wall, but I could hear some of the guys as they walked by on their way to the lunchroom.

  After a few minutes, she hung up the phone and got up from her chair. As she walked around her desk she stopped and fumbled through a few papers that were laying on her desk. Her back was to me and I couldn't help admiring her nice legs as they came out of that short skirt. Then she walked out into the waiting area and came over to the cubicle where I was sitting.

  "Hi Joe," she said with a big smile. "I was just talking to your wife on the phone. We are meeting for lunch today."

  "Oh, do you need to leave now?" I asked.

  "No. We are meeting in thirty minutes," she said. "What can I help you with?"

  "It's these new saftey shoes we have to wear. They are not holding up very well, " I said as I lifted my leg up so she could see the bottom of the shoe.

  "Let me see," she said, kneeling down to one knee to get a better look.

  She reached out and took my foot in her hands and pulled it closer to get a better look. She went ahead and knelt down on the other knee with her legs together to get her balance.

  The sight of her on her knees in front of me made my dick start to stir around, and I could see right down the front of her blouse. She was wearing a white bra and showing a lot of cleavage. My dick started to come alive in my pants.

  "Yeah, this doesn't look good at all," she said in a disapointing voice.

  I was thinking just the opposite from my vantage point. Her tits were looking very good, maybe 34b's, and as she moved her head around looking at the shoes, her tits were bouncing and jiggling under her blouse.

  "Take it off," she said. "I want to get a better look at it."

  I was thinking the same thing about her blouse. "Take it off," I thought to myself. "I want a better look at those tits."

  Then I snapped back to reality and thought, "Damn. I am not wearing any socks...of all days."

  She started to untie the laces of the shoe. I just sat there with my eyes still glued right down her blouse. She took the shoe off my foot and then looked up at me. I tried to look away, but she caught me staring at her tits. She didn't say anything, she just looked at me for a few seconds, then started laughing.

  She ask, "Did you forget your socks this morning?"

  I just laughed and said, "I guess I did. I didn't know I would be taking my shoes off here in the office."

  "Let's take off the other shoe, too," she said as she started to untie the laces. "I want to look at it, too."

  She started pulling at the other shoe and her tits were bouncing around again. I couldn't help but look at them, and she kept looking up at me. She knew I was looking, but she didn't say anything.

  She started to get playful and started to tickle my left foot.

  She looked up and said jokingly, "I'm telling your wife that you are not wearing socks today."

  "I am sure she will want to know how you know that," I replied with a chuckle.

  "Well, we will just let her wonder, " she said winking at me.

  We both just laughed and I was getting very turned on by now. I thought, "Goddamn! That wink was sexy as hell! Is she coming on to me?"

  I was at work, and she knew my wife, but damn, those tits were begging for my hands to be on them.

  All of a sudden, she got quiet. She acted like she didn't know what to do. She was just fumbling around with the shoes and looking down. I decided that I would take a chance and make a move on her. She was making me horny as hell, and she was acting a little giddy, too.

  I slowly lifted my leg again and extended my bare foot toward her body. She was still kneeling down inspecting the shoes. I slowly rubbed my toes over her left tit. She didn't say anything, she just kept looking at the shoes. I ran my foot down her body till I reached her hips. Then, I ran my foot down her leg till I reached the end of her skirt.

  She looked up at me as I started to move my foot under her skirt.

  "No," she whispered, looking me straight in the eyes.

  I just kept moving my foot up her leg, then under her skirt.

  "No," she whispered again still looking me in the eyes. "Stop!"

  The tips of my toes tried to make their way between her closed legs. I was nudging at them and finally she moved her legs apart. My foot made it's way up her inner thigh. I didn't feel any panties as my toes moved towards her sweet spot.

  I started moving my foot in and out, and moving my toes around the area of her clit. She took a very deep breath and her eyes rolled back a little. She looked away for a few seconds, then looked back at me.

  In a very low whisper she said, "Damn, this is so wrong."

  I just kept up the movements with my foot. She started to give in to what her her body was feeling.

  She took another very deep breath and dropped the shoe she was holding. She moved her hands up to her head and ran her fingers through her long dark hair, while at the very same time arching her back and pushing her tits forward.

  Then she moved her hands down to her tits and started rubbing her nipples through her blouse.

  She looked at me once again and whispered, "Stop. We work together. I know your wife. This is so wrong. We can't do this."

  I reached out and let my hands replace her hands on her tits. I started rubbing her nipples with my thumbs as she moved her hands with mine.

  Again she said, "We can't do this."

  I just looked at her and said, "We already are."

  I kneeded her left tit and then pinched her nipple very softly. She reached up and grabbed my dick through my pants. It was already hard, and trying to bust out of my jeans.

  In a very sultry, low whisper, she said, "Oh, God, what am I doing?"

  She unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled down the zipper. My dick rose straight up throbbing with anticapation.

  She took my cock in her right hand and put her sexy red lips around the head. I could feel her tongue making circles as she licked it over and over.

  She was really into it. She was pulling at my jeans trying to get them down farther. I put my hand on top of her head and pushed her all the way down on my rock hard dick. She took every inch of it in her mouth. Then, with my whole cock in her mouth, she opened her sexy green eyes and looked up at me.

  "Oh hell yeah!" I said. "Look at me, Bitch!"

  Her eyes got a little wider. I could tell being called a bitch really turned her on.

  So I said it again, "That's it, Bitch! Suck my dick."

  That really got her going. She was stroking and sucking my cock like a wild woman, and I was meeting her strokes with my hips till I was almost falling out of the chair. She was starting to lose her balance, also. I pushed her mouth off of my dick and slid out of the chair on to the floor. We were right up against the desk.
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  I pushed my jeans down to just below my knees, then I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass around in front of me. I threw her skirt up over her ass and slapped my dick on it a few times. I was right, she wasn't wearing panties. Then, I rubbed my rock hard cock down the crack of her milky white ass.

  Again she said, "Oh My God, what am I doing?

  I just kept rubbing my cock on her fine ass while stroking it.

  "I've never cheated on my husband," She said with a sudden realization of morality. "This is so wrong."

  I took the head of my dick and rubbed it up and down on her cunt lips again. I teased her pussy and her ass started moving back and forth trying to meet my rock hard cock.

  "I'm not a slut," she said, "I don't do slutty things like this," trying to convince herself, and me, too.

  "Wearing short skirts with no panties is pretty slutty," I said still rubbing my dick on her cunt lips. "I think you enjoy being slutty, don't you?"

  She didn't say anything. There was just silence.

  I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do you want my hard cock inside your tight, wet pussy?"

  "Oh Fuck Yeah, "She whispered lustfully. "But I have never cheated on my husband. It would be so damn wrong to go any farther."

  I took my hard cock in my left hand and guided the head about halfway inbetween her pussy lips.

  "Oh My God, No," she whispered. "I have never cheated on my husband."

  I slowly pulled the head back out. Her ass was still moving back and forth, just dry humping. Her body wanted my hard cock inside her, but her mind was still saying no.

  I thought for a second about what to do. I was at work, in the personal office, about to fuck the saftey manager. I was married. She was married. We could both get into a lot of trouble if we got caught. Then, I thought there is no way in hell that I am stopping. Her pussy was begging for my dick.

  I put my hard cock back up to her cunt lips again and guided the head between them slowly.

  Again she said, "I have never cheated on my husband."

  I just kept moving the head of my dick in and out of her pussy, and she kept saying over and over, "I have never cheated on my husband. I have never cheated on my husband. I have never cheated on my husband."