Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  “Time to show me how much you want it then.”

  Colin sprang to his knees and began crawling up her body until he was straddling her neck. I breathed in his masculine scent as he dropped himself right onto Nadia’s chin.

  “Here’s what a real man looks like.” He sneered, his eyes still locked onto my face. My jaw dropped as Colin slid his boxer briefs down his muscular legs, kicking them off to one side. He reached down to grab them and threw them up so that they landed on my lap.

  “Something to remember the day by. Although I don’t think you’ll be forgetting this anytime soon.”

  Nadia gulped as his ten inch member dropped across her face before sliding down her cheek.

  “It’s been a long time since you’ve seen something like this, hasn’t it babe?”

  “Mmmhmmmm!” Was all that Nadia was able to mutter once more.

  Colin grabbed his rapidly expanding cock in his hand and proceeded to administer a few quick pumps. Jesus Christ, did that thing ever stop growing? I thought as I sat there, dumbfounded.

  “You want it baby? Speak to me. Tell your little husband here what you want.”

  Colin smiled broadly as he humiliated me further in front of my wife.

  “I want your cock. Please let me have it.” Nadia was falling to pieces in front of me. I had never seen such lust in her eyes before.

  “But you have your husband’s cock every night. What ever would you want mine for?”

  Without answering, Nadia reached around with her right hand and grabbed his member. I could see it visibly throbbing in her hand as she placed the tip of it against her lips before slowly opening her mouth as wide as she could.

  Colin had veins running through his manhood that were thicker than my whole member. Nadia bucked slightly as she struggled to take half of his cock into her longing mouth. I watched as Colin’s eyes began to roll in his head.

  “That’s it baby. Suck my cock! You know you’ve wanted it so bad for years. You were a fool to leave me. Now suck that cock good in front of that weak husband of yours. Show him who the real man around here is.”

  By now my cock was standing to full attention and was physically hurting me as it strained to come through the material of my boxers.

  Colin reached around and placed his hands underneath Nadia’s head, impaling her further onto his rigid cock. I looked down at her as her eyes began to water and Colin continued to stare up at me.

  Nadia’s face turned red before he finally released her and her head fell back against the carpeted floor, panting heavily.

  “Take a look up at your husband Nad.” Colin demanded as she slowly began to tilt her head backwards, her soft eyes looking up at me as she blinked the water from them.

  “Babe, look at you!” She smiled, staring at the tent in my boxers and smiling enthusiastically. I managed a goofy smile in return, half in pride that I was finally managing to regain a full, throbbing erection and half in shame that my wife was being taken in front of me by her stud of an ex-boyfriend. But it seemed that there was no way to hide the fact that I was enjoying every minute of this.

  Nadia reached back towards my cock, stretching her fingers out she came within inches of it before Colin reached up and pulled her hand away.

  “I don’t think he has learned his lesson at all yet Nad.” He smiled up at me as my face turned from that of a goofy smile to one that was experiencing sheer torture. My God how I wanted to fuck her right then.

  Colin slid back down her body as Nadia obeyed the guru’s demand and rested her arm gently by her side. Colin continued to slide down her body as he pressed his face gently down against her stomach, licking it all over. He continued down until his nose was pressed against the thin fabric of her thong, the only thing which prevented him access to her womanliness.

  “My God you are so fucking wet right now,” he moaned as he breathed in her scent deeply, his body shuddering as he exhaled. You haven’t been fucked for a good long time, have you?” He sneered as he clamped down on her thong at her hip bone with his perfect teeth and began to stretch the material. He pulled up and up and up as his eyes returned their focus to me. The fabric began to give way before it ripped completely from her body, leaving her completely exposed in front of him.

  He wasted little time as he spat the thong to one side and pressed his face against her dripping pussy. Again, he inhaled deeply before raising his eyes up to me.

  “I bet you’ve never made her this wet before?” He asked his rhetorical question before moving back down and quickly inserting his tongue into the heart of her pussy. He moved in quick, sharp bursts as Nadia began to buck on the floor, her body almost going into spasm.

  “Oh my fucking God,” she moaned out loudly as Colin continued to press his tongue up against her clit, rolling it around before pulling it away, teasing her more and more.

  Nadia’s nails dug into the carpet as her legs sprang into action, nimbly wrapping themselves around the stud’s head, as her glistening thighs pulled him in closer.

  He began to go to town on her pussy, running his tongue all around, sending shivers through her body as she struggled to control her movements. She almost choked him with her legs before he managed to pry his head away from her wanting and neglected womanliness.

  He pulled away as Nadia’s rib cage expanded and she gasped some air in. Colin licked his lips as he stared up at me, a look of triumph in his eyes.

  “Starting to feel alive again are we?” He asked as Nadia lay panting on the floor.

  “Please don’t stop now!” She almost cried as her sumptuous body glistened with moisture, dripping down onto the carpet.

  “Oh I don’t intend to. I don’t intend to at all!” Colin laughed.

  And he didn’t. He ran his hands along Nadia’s perfect legs. He caressed her thighs and ran his hands all the way around to her plump ass. He smacked it once as she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Although I’m pretty sure which emotion won out in the end.

  He planted his hands deep into the flesh of her ass, gripping her tightly before lifting her body up and turning it around. Nadia was now face down on the carpet, her face inches from my feet.

  Colin smirked up at me with an evil grin.

  “Look up at your husband Babe.” He laughed as he proceeded to mount my wife from behind.

  He pressed the head of his cock gently up against Nadia’s ass, spreading her cheeks gently with his hands. He pulled back and used his hand to stroke his cock, imparting as much moisture as he could onto it. He pressed it back gently against her, sliding it up and down, teasing her sensitive skin.

  “Please. Dear God please!” Nadia began to moan as she looked up at me.

  “Please fuck me with your massive cock! I want it inside me now!”

  Colin needed no further persuasion as pressed his cock in and Nadia’s jaw dropped. He continued to slide his throbbing member until it was in to about half of its length before pulling back out again. Nadia moaned as the rippling sensations flowed through her body. With my free hand, I had lowered my boxers to my ankles and began to stroke my own rock hard cock, which had grown to a size I hadn’t seen it at since I was eighteen.

  With no warning, Colin slammed his hips back in against Nadia until he was balls deep in her ass. He shot me a triumphant look as Nadia moaned loudly before he released her and slammed back in three more times. The next time he pulled his cock completely out and stood up and walked around Nadia’s body, to where I was sitting.

  “I’ll take those.” He said as he reached down and pulled his boxers back on. He walked over to his desk and quickly put his shirt and trousers back on before reaching into the drawer of his desk.

  “Please. I need more!” Nadia begged as she lay on the floor completely naked at my feet.

  “Oh and you’ll get it alright. Take one look at your husband.”

  Nadia looked up at me as she lay on the ground. Her eyes widened as she looked at my throbbing cock which I still held in my hand.
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  Colin walked over and dropped a set of keys at my feet. The keys of the handcuffs. He then walked out of the room, straightening his tie as he shut the door firmly behind him.

  Nadia looked up at me and licked her lips.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 34

  Bethany moved from pot to pot, stirring and mixing ingredients through the boiling water as the steam wafted out through the open window. She struck a match and started a small flame under one final pot, expertly transitioning from one to another as the sweat dripped from her brow. The sickening heat from outside was only intensified by the steam that engulfed the room as she insured that the meal would be just as her husband had instructed that morning, before he had left to man the ranch.

  After waking at the crack of dawn, as she had done each morning since she married the man known by everyone as Barrett. Her day consisted of sweeping and dusting all day every day. An endless cycle, where one job was only just finished when another one arose. Her work was always at its toughest during the summer months. The heat became so unbearable that at times it felt like she was being cooked alive in the wooden framed house.

  Barrett worked from dawn until dusk on the vast expanse of land that they occupied. He was one of the most well respected men in the town. As well as being the largest land owner and the wealthiest man around, he also had a reputation as a heavy drinker and gambler as well as being one of the most notoriously violent men in the town.

  Bethany was awoken from her day dream by the sound of the back door slamming.

  “Twelve hours I’ve been working now and you still don’t have food on my table!”

  Barrett stormed into the house, slamming his boots against the floor in anger. Bethany returned to her pots, furiously stirring, preparing everything just as she had been asked to. Barrett removed his dirty white tee shirt, revealing a slender frame, one that had been hardened beneath years of back breaking laboring to tend to his land.

  “I’ve got it right here for you. Why don’t you take a seat and it will be right on up.”

  Bethany walked over with a cool glass of water as she waited for the pots to simmer down. Barrett snatched it from her hand with a glare. Too scared to make eye contact, Bethany held her gaze tight to the floor. She walked back over and pulled the pots up and carried them one by one to the back door where she allowed the boiling water to flow out into the yard.

  As the sun began to set behind the mountain range at the back of the house, Bethany finally served up the much needed sustenance to her ungrateful husband. Just as he had the water, he ripped the plate from his innocent wife’s gentle hands and slammed it onto the table in front of him. Without as much as a word of thanks he began wolfing into the plain meal, just as a convict on death’s row would before facing execution.

  “Is everything okay for you hun?” Bethany asked, as she gently slid her chair out from under the table and took her place. She had set herself a far more modestly proportioned meal, leaving plenty to spare in each of the pots for her husband to return for more.

  Barrett merely grunted at there, raising his eyes for a spit second and executing a half nod of his head, the only gratitude his wife ever expected to receive from him. He pulled his chair in closer to the table as he sat bare-chested and hunched over the rapidly disappearing meal.

  “Might hot out there.” He offered Bethany some form of interaction as the contents of his plate disappeared once and for all.

  “Sure is. Don’t know how you can stick at it all the day long.”

  She didn’t need to be asked to take his plate away. Having barely finished a mouthful of her own meal, she walked briskly back to the pots and loaded the plate with food once again.

  “Lost another cow today. Bet any money it was that new young buck Cody. The guy is only here a couple o’ weeks. Ain’t no farmer around here dumb enough to mess with me like that around here? They all know better.”

  “Think maybe it just got away of its own doin’ hun?”

  “My cows ain’t that stupid Beth. Anyway, if one got out you know well all those other would o’ went hightailin’ it after him. No I’m sure there’s something not quite right about this. And I intend to figure it out like a man.”

  Bethan looked up from her plate at her husband. Even though he continued to stare down at his plate as he shoveled his food down his throat, she could see that look about him. His furrowed forehead and that vein that always protruded from his neck when something was really getting to him. She had seen this before and she just knew that someone was going to pay. She was just glad it wasn’t her.

  “Gonna head on down to the tavern tonight then?”

  Barrett looked up from his plate as a sadistic grin spread across his face.

  “Ain’t no man got justice just sittin’ at home, that’s for sure. No need for you to wait on up m’dear, but you know that by now. A snack on the table would sure be good to come home to.”

  Bethany rolled her eyes as she had her back turned to him, clearing the plates away from the table as Barrett leaned back in his chair, interlocking his fingers across his flat stomach before shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

  She left the pots where they were so she wouldn’t disturb her husband and wandered into the adjoining room where she sat alone. She started to think whether she had done the right thing marrying Barrett, the town psycho. But then she hadn’t much choice, she was bullied into it by her father and what self-respecting local woman could have said no to him anyway. Barrett got his way no matter what.

  Even though every woman wanted his hand in marriage, Bethany had by now realized that it really hadn’t lived up to expectations. Aside from his ignorant and abusive ways, Barrett spend all of his time at work and drinking beer and gambling in the local tavern. Bethany often lay awake until the wee hours of the morning, but when Barrett came home all she ever heard was the smashing of a half full bottle of whiskey when he came home.

  Every night she just shut her eyes tight and stayed as still as she could as he rolled into bed beside her. Within seconds she would hear his obnoxious snoring. Despite the state that he always came home in, Bethany longed for him to reach out and touch her. She wanted him to pull her in close and satisfy her womanly needs each and every night. But he never did.

  In fact he never even talked about it. The only words that Barrett ever spoke to Bethany were about his land, his animals, her cooking and her cleaning. As she sat alone in the room she shut her eyes and tried to dream herself away from this place.

  ***

  Barrett’s steel heels clicked against the sandy dirt track as he made his way towards the center of the town. His blood boiled with rage as he thought about that crook Cody. He knew he would be arriving at the tavern that night. He had been there every night that week. He drank, he gambled and he talked to every available woman in the place as though he had been living in the town all of his life.

  Tonight was the night that Barrett would show him who was boss. Dust swirled through the small town as that evenings dull heat had been replaced with a freshening breeze. It was quiet all around as all of that evenings activities centered on the tavern at the far end of the town. Almost all of the town’s people would converge there. Apart from Bethany of course.

  Clank. Clank. Clank. Barrett’s lone footsteps echoed under the verandas of the various local businesses as he walked underneath their attached verandas. The wooden frame underneath him creaked as he stepped. He felt the sweat drip from his hands as he walked. He could not wait to get them on Cody.

  Usually when Barrett went violent, it would come at the tail end of the night. He would have drank the place dry and fallen into the street outside where we would duly dispatch whatever man was foolish enough (or in many cases, drunk enough) to take him on.

  His heels screeched to a stop outside of the wooden, swinging doors of the tavern. He pushed his clenched fist against the palm of his other
hands and cracked his knuckles violently.

  “Where’s Cody?!” He bellowed as he stormed through the swinging doors, almost removing them from their hinges.

  The tavern fell into an almost immediate silence as he stepped through.

  “Are you people deaf? I said ‘where’s Cody?’”

  Barrett looked from side to side as the men of the tavern rested their beers on the tables and bowed their heads, eye contact unthinkable. The women cowered in behind their men as they were afraid of what might come next. A bottle hurled in their direction. A stool kicked across the room. A gun shot. Anything was possible with this man.

  “He’s not here yet, Barrett. I’m sure he’ll be here shortly. He always is.” One of the men who Barrett frequently played cards with eventually piped up from the back left corner of the dingy old tavern. Some women from the back giggled as they heard this.