by Anya Aurelie
“Take your pants off," he demanded, and Ashley jumped down from the desk right away. She did as she was told, unbuttoning the tight jeans all the way down the front and then sliding them over her smooth skin to reveal lacy black panties.
He took it all in, not bothering to hide his last.
“Back up on the desk," he said. She hopped back up, her eyes not leaving his, and with a flick of his wrist he indicated that he wanted her to spread her legs wide open for him. She spread them, put one foot up on each side of her ass on the desk, knees bent. He stood in front of her, examining her. Her panties covered only the most intimate part of her, the thin strip of fabric hiding her hole and her clit, but not much else.
Ashley felt her face prickle with a combination of embarrassment and excitement as he examined her, looked her almost-naked body up and down. Finally, he reached out and tucked a finger under the waistband of her panties. Mike was still in the window watching, and Kenneth was either oblivious or he just didn't care.
Kenneth tickled her skin with his finger, dipping lower and lower on her body under the panties. When he reached her clit, Ashley felt herself involuntarily throwing her head back in pleasure. “Ohhh,” she moaned. His finger felt so good against her skin. She could tell that she was very wet by the way he glided right over her.
"Naughty girl," he said, giving her a smile. "You like this, don't you?"
Cheeks flushed, Ashley nodded. His fingers inched down, and then abruptly he pulled out of her panties and instead shoved aside the last remaining strip of fabric hiding her nakedness, to reveal her glistening cunt. He roughly shoved two fingers up inside of her, which her pussy easily allowed. She was dripping wet with anticipation, but still she wondered how he'd be able to fit his massive cock inside of her. It stood at attention, as though watching her.
But of course, it wasn't actually watching her — not like Mike was. She imagined her husband — what she couldn’t see of him — crouched outside the office. Watching her prepare to be defiled by his boss’s boss. She wondered what his reaction had been upon seeing her suck on the massive cock, how Kenneth had held her head so that his cock touched the back of her throat.
Kenneth swooped down between her legs and she felt his warm tongue hit her cunt. He licked up and down the length of it, flicking his tongue against her clit, which was throbbing in delight. It felt engorged, and his tongue felt like a sponge, warm and wet and slightly rough. He shoved his tongue up inside her pussy, feeling around inside of her, where his cock would soon rest.
And then he straightened up and placed his massive member against her opening. Her clit sent electric jolts through her body when his cock touched her, and then he was pushing the massive head inside of her. She felt stretched around it, wondered how much of it she could take.
He kept pushing. She felt filled up, yet there was still more to go. Inch by inch, he shoved himself slowly into her. And to her surprise, her cunt opened up and took him.
When he was in to the hilt, he pulled out of her almost all the way, and they both stared at his glistening member, covered in her juices. He began fucking into her, faster now that his cock was wet from her, friction soothed, now that he'd stretched her open to make way for himself.
"Ashley, you slut," he groaned, and Ashley felt the thrill of the name penetrate her. She was a slut, here in the office with her husband's boss fucking her while he watched, hidden. "Put your legs up on my shoulders." She leaned back on her elbows and put her legs up, opening herself up to him further as he took control of her.
Kenneth grabbed roughly at her tits, slapped them around, and they bounced as he fucked her. She felt split open by him, yet she wanted him deeper inside of her, deeper, deeper. She imagined what she must look like to Mike, his slutty wife laid wide open for this stranger.
With thoughts of her husband watching, she felt the pressure inside of her build. When Kenneth leaned over her again and pinched her nipples particularly hard while grinding into her like a piece of meat, the feeling intensified, and then begin spilling over, and her cunt was pulsating and throbbing as he fucked into her, pulsing out her orgasm in wave upon wave of pure pleasure. She lost herself, throwing her head back and screaming. She knew Mike could hear her and she didn't care. "Oh God, oh God, fuck yes," she cried. "Fuck me. Oh, Kenneth, fuck me."
And he did. He continued to grab her and use her, not giving her any rest as her orgasm subsided. "You're a good little wife, aren't you?" he asked her, and she nodded as she was jerked around, shoved back with every thrust of his massive cock. "You think your husband deserves to stay here?"
"Yes," she said. "Yes, please. I'll fuck you anytime you want."
"Does he get to watch every time?"
So he did know Mike was there. "If he wants to," she said, then quickly corrected herself: “If you want him to."
"I think I might," he said. "I like my employees to know who's boss around here." Then his face contorted, the smile lines around his eyes deepening and his brow furrowing in concentration. He thrust deeper into her and groaned out, "I'm coming."
Ashley knew she should pull off of him, but she wanted his seed in her, and she pushed deeper onto him as he began spasming inside of her. She felt the warmth begin to fill her, spurt after spurt, and then midway through he pulled out and shot the rest onto her stomach. To see that gorgeous, massive cock explode turned her on all over again. She loved getting covered in his cum. From the angle at which she was standing, she knew Mike could see what was going on too, could see his wife taking this man's huge load. She guessed that Kenneth had angled himself that way on purpose.
When he had finished spurting, Kenneth massaged the last drips of cum from his quickly softening cock. "Lick me clean," he said, and Ashley hopped off the desk, got on her knees, and licked the thick, white liquid from him. Even deflating, he was bigger than Mike, and she loved the feel of him in her mouth.
Without another word, Kenneth began putting his boxers and pants back on. Suddenly self-conscious that she was completely naked, Ashley looked around for her lacy underwear, but before she even had them on, he was leaving already.
All business again, Kenneth said to her, "I'll take your comments about your husband’s performance under consideration, Ashley. Thank you for your time." And then he opened the door with purpose and strode out of it with that same sexy confidence that she had noticed the moment she first saw him.
"She's all yours," she heard Kenneth say to Mike, who was scrambling to get up. Red-faced and clearly embarrassed at having been caught, Mike entered the office as Ashley was pulling on her underwear, not bothering to hide his erection.
Feeling awkward, cum dripping down her stomach, she wasn't sure what to say. But she didn't have to say anything. Mike immediately shoved her down on the desk, onto drops of Kenneth’s cum, pulled her underwear off of her body, and in an instant got naked from the waist down himself.
"Mike —" she started, but he shoved a hand over her mouth and thrust into her. She looked up at him in surprise, her juices gushing again. She loved this rare side of him, loved feeling used. Mike coated his cock in the mixture of Kenneth’s cum and Ashley's own juices that filled her, and he fucked into her roughly and with passion.
Mike noticed the spray of cum on her belly, and he wiped it off of her with his thumb, then shoved the thumb in her mouth. "Eat it, you slut," he said. “Eat his cum.” She sucked greedily on him, licking clean Kenneth’s remaining juices.
She loved when he was this rough with her, when he took her without asking permission for every little thing. It was so unlike him. It hadn't happened again since the day that he’d discovered her gangbang, and she was grateful that this was his reaction once again to her infidelity. He groped her tits, squeezing them hard like they were his property, like she was his property. His wife. His.
Then he pulled out of her suddenly, pulled her up off the desk and shoved her down on her knees in front of him. He shoved his cock into her mouth, and she tasted the mixture o
f juices on it. He grabbed the back of her head as Kenneth had done a few minutes earlier, pulled her hair and fucked her face. It was easy to take Mike's whole cock into her mouth, not like with Kenneth. "He was so much bigger than me, wasn't he?" Mike asked, and Ashley nodded around the cock. "Did you like the way he fucked you?" Ashley nodded again, her eyes wide.
Mike was beginning to breathe heavier, was panting, almost, and then without warning Ashley felt the first throb, the first spurts of his milky cum shooting down her throat. He burst into her, filling her mouth with his juice, spurt upon spurt of the hot liquid. He held her head in place, forcing her to drink his cum, to take it all. A small trickle escaped, dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin. She loved how rough he was, so unlike the husband she had known for the past year and a half.
When he was finished using her mouth, he pulled out of her and, with a look of shame on his face, pulled his boxers and pants back on. "Get dressed," he instructed, and Ashley quickly pulled on her panties, pants, bra, and finally the tight shirt that showed so much cleavage.
Feeling sore, stretched out, and fully satisfied, Ashley followed Mike down the hall and out of the building. "I think your job is safe," Ashley told him, and Mike smiled at her.
"Thank you," he said.
"Anytime," she said with a wink.
In the parking lot, he broke away from her, heading toward his own car.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “You’re coming with me, remember?”
He looked embarrassed. “Oh…” he began. “About that. I may have made up the thing about the dead battery.”
She stared at him. “Made it up? Why?”
He shrugged, looking down at the pavement. “I wanted you to come by. I wanted to see what would happen if you got some alone time with Kenneth.”
“You set me up?” She was shocked.
“I set up the situation,” he admitted. “You’re the one who jumped at the opportunity. I saw the look in your eye when you met him the other day.”
She had to admit he was right. She was glad he had been looking out for her, for her cunt. And she wouldn’t have changed a thing.
#6: Serving the Group
“What do you want to do this weekend?” Mike asked Ashley one Wednesday evening. There was something curious in his tone of voice, and she looked up from her book to study his face. He was staring at her intently.
“I’m up for anything,” she said. “Did you have something in mind?”
His expression made her start to get wet before he even spoke. “You mentioned a while back that you might want to host a dinner party…” he began, trailing off uncertainly.
“Dinner party?” Ashley repeated, confused. She and Mike had been to a dinner party at their neighbors’ house recently, but she didn’t remember mentioning wanting to host one of their own.
And then it clicked. After Dave and Marjorie’s dinner party, when Ashley had gotten blackmailed into having a thoroughly enjoyable gangbang with several of the neighbors, after Mike found out, after they had had amazing sex reliving her experiences — in the afterglow of sex she had made an offhanded comment about wanting to host the next dinner party at their house.
So now…he was suggesting a gangbang.
“Oh!” she said. “A dinner party.” She thought about the idea for a moment. All those hands, all those rock-hard cocks...all those orgasms. Except this time, with her husband watching the whole thing.
Over the past few weeks, Ashley had gotten increasingly accustomed to having sex with people who weren’t her husband — and he still didn’t know about her secret trip to the frat party — yet she couldn’t seem to get enough. She and Mike were both shy about discussing their new-found common interest in her fucking other people, but now he was suggesting they arrange it together. She imagined herself down on all fours, a cock shoving roughly in and out of her mouth while from behind, her cunt and ass were filled with hard, new dick. Her tits would be grabbed, her ass slapped. She would end up covered in cum.
She smiled. “I would love to have a dinner party,” she said.
They started planning right away.
“Who have you always wanted to fuck but couldn’t because we were together?” Mike asked her.
Ashley paused. Was this a trap? But given the intensity with which her husband was looking at her, she guessed this was part of the fun for him, and considered the question.
“Well,” she began slowly, “I’ve always found your coworker Evan to be attractive.” She monitored his face carefully. But he just nodded, his pupils growing larger.
“You’ve already fucked my CEO, you might as well fuck my coworker too. Who else?”
Again, Ashley hesitated. Back in high school, when Mike had first been vying for Ashley’s attention, she had been torn between him and someone else. Jordan was obviously attracted to her, and had continued to make advances even after she and Mike were together. Mike had never liked him for this reason, and she wondered if suggesting him would be going to far.
She dismissed the idea. Instead, she tried to think of someone less threatening to Mike. “There’s a guy who works the checkout at the grocery store…” she began doubtfully.
Mike nodded again. “Invite him! Who else?”
“I suppose we should invite Dave and Marjorie from across the street, since they invited us to their dinner party.” As soon as she said it, though, she realized the complications of this. Presumably Marjorie didn’t know about Dave’s extramarital affairs, and she didn’t want anything to blow up in their faces.
But Mike just nodded. “The guy you cheated on me with, twice?” he asked. “The guy you fucked right under my nose?” Ashley looked up sharply, suddenly fearful. “Definitely invite them,” Mike finished with a lusty grin at his wife. “Keep going.”
“More?” Ashley asked, surprised. “How many people do you want to come to this thing?”
“As many as we can get,” Mike said to her. “More women, too. Haven’t you always wanted to fuck a woman? Squeeze her tits, have her lick your cunt?”
Ashley blushed. “Some women are very sexy,” she admitted quietly. She and Mike had never been this open about their sexual interests before, and it was as scary as it was fun.
He looked at her expectantly. “Well…” she began, “I suppose there were some girls from our high school who were very pretty.”
“Invite them,” Mike said immediately. “Invite them all. Invite Jordan too.”
“Jordan?” Ashley asked, surprised. “Jordan from high school? Jordan you’ve always hated? Jordan who…” She held back the words I almost dated instead of you, and instead said, “…kept hitting on me after we were together?”
“That Jordan,” Mike said. “I know he’s always wanted to fuck you. And I have a feeling you wouldn’t mind either.”
A powerful jolt shot through Ashley’s cunt at the thought. A smile spread slowly over her face. She tried to hold it back, but couldn’t resist. Everyone she’d ever been attracted to, all in one room together. All given the opportunity to have at her holes. It was so dirty, so naughty, so opposite of what her marriage had been so far and what she’d always expected it to be. People would know how much of a slut she was, how much of a whore. People would know — everyone would know — that they could have Mike’s wife if they wanted her, anytime they wanted.
She was surprised by how okay she was with perverting the traditional housewife role. It embarrassed her to think of all these people taking their turns with her, using her all at once, knowing this about her, yet the amount it turned her on was so great that none of it mattered. And that Mike wanted it too, that he wanted to watch his pretty young wife get gangbanged, was icing on the cake.