She smiles tightly at you and nods her head. ”Right, I know, but still…”
"So what happened?" you ask, searching her face.
She squeezes your hand and looks you in the eye. ”Darling, I performed an audition,” she says seriously.
"What, a pornographic audition?" you ask, shocked.
"Yes." she says resignedly.
"And what did that involve?" you ask, as the blood drains from your face.
"Well first they had me sit on a couch and chat with a couple of young men that work for them. These boys had gentle demeanors, but they asked the most shocking questions. ’What sexual positions do I prefer?’ ‘Do I enjoy it when a man ejaculates in my face?’ I was quite taken aback."
Your heart is beginning to pump faster and you feel a strange stirring in your belly. ”Go on” you say stiffly, urgently scanning her face as she tells her tale.
She seems to grow more animated as the story progresses. ”At first I didn’t know how to answer these questions. I suppose that I never actually thought them through properly. I certainly never discussed them with a bunch of strange men.”
"Certainly not," you affirm.
"But then I steeled myself and proceeded to answer their questions quite plainly. ’Yes, I suppose I do enjoy performing felatio, and I would be disappointed if I wasn’t rewarded with ejaculate.’" There is a twinkle in her eye as she says this and she slides her hand into your lap. Your member begins to stiffen involuntarily.
"Do go on," you gulp.
She notices your state of arousal and slides her chair closer to yours, squeezing your penis softly but insistently. ”Well my dear, this interview helped me establish what my sexual preferences actually are, and I must say that I was shocked at what it revealed about myself. Also, I found it strikingly titillating to discuss these things so freely with a group of strange men. Next, they asked me which of the young gentlemen I might fancy. They were all quite handsome and well-built fellows, but you might be surprised to hear that I actually preferred the ones that were the least well-spoken. The lower-class boys you might say.” With that, your wife unzips your trousers and extracts your swollen device.
You arch your eyebrows, “You don’t say?”
"I DO say," says your wife smiling at you mischievously and squeezing your johnson for emphasis. "And let me tell you, once these fellows understood what my interests were and that I was consenting to explore them, they were quite forceful. Pardon me a moment, my dear, but discussing this now is making me quite flustered, may I pause a moment?" she asks, her expression changing to one of need.
You gulp again, and look down as your wife bends over and starts fellating your member. She is applying a great deal of suction and you feel a bit of ejaculate escape. She tastes this and makes a satisfied sound. She sucks a bit harder then licks the head luxuriantly before sitting back up. She hikes up her skirt and slips her panties off, looking significantly into your eyes. You glance down and notice how enticing her milky thighs look above her dark stockings.
Your wife then resumes her grip on your penis and her story as well.
"So these rather rough young men don’t care much for the niceties of wooing a woman. One fellow simply grabbed me and started chewing on my neck. I must say I gasped with pleasure in spite of myself so he stopped for a moment and said ‘You, freakin out?’ or some such nonsense. ’No, no, carry on,’ I said. And so he did. He brashly unbuttoned my blouse and grasped my breasts. Once he felt my nipples harden under his touch, he simply tore my bra away. Then another fellow grew interested and both young men began nibbling on my bosoms. Feasting I might say." she said with a glint in her eye. She is watching your face for your reaction, but you can barely breathe. You feel another involuntary release of pre-ejaculate and she notices immediately. "One moment," she says then hungrily laps the head of your penis clean.
"Now, where were we?" she asks, delicately wiping her mouth with her handkerchief.
"Feasting…" you gasp, barely able to breathe.
Your wife examines your pulsing member and says, “Perhaps I should sit upon that before I proceed.”
"By all means," you say.
She stands before you and swings one perfectly formed, stocking clad leg across your lap. Then she slowly lowers herself down upon you. You grunt in spite of yourself as she engulfs you with her hot, tight, wet womanhood. You stroke her silky thighs and cup her rounded bottom in your hands. ”Good god my dear, you are certainly aroused.”
"Oh yes" she smiles, opening her blouse and placing her soft, white breasts at your disposal. You idly notice that her bra is missing, but are distracted as she starts sliding up and down on your manhood. You take one pert, rough nipple into your mouth as she continues.
"There you are, they feasted upon my breasts just as you are now. And I grew just as wet when they did so if I may be so blunt. Without thinking, I reached out and seized their penises. They didn’t pause in their feasting but generously unzipped their pants and provided me the access that I was craving. I quite shamelessly pulled away and pounced upon the larger and harder penis releasing the other without ado. I was quite wild with passion and I practically devoured this poor boy’s cock." You moan with passion as she increases the pace upon your lap.
"The other fellow was nonplussed and he industriously removed my skirt and undergarments while I vigorously fellated his companion. This accomplished, he simply plunged himself into me and the site of my passion must have inspired him because his johnson was quite stiff enough for the task and I found it deeply satisfying. In fact it gave me pause and I cried out slightly with pleasure. Oddly this pause in my sucking caused the other fellow to climax straight away. He ejaculated a copious amount of semen onto my face and breasts. These bosoms were swinging quite a bit at that point due to the pounding I was receiving from behind."
Her bosoms are bouncing in your own face just now, and you think that this added a nice bit of synchrony to her story telling.
"So, I climaxed myself soon after, encouraged by the thought of how scandalous I must look being penetrated from behind with my face covered in sputum. And the young man who was strenuously providing me with his penis took this as his cue to release his own seed. He ejaculated within me several times, then withdrew and grace my buttocks with more of his essence. He was very generous. And of course this was all captured on video and quickly posted to the internet."
The relation of this final ignominy cause both you and your wife to partake of a nearly simultaneous orgasm. She grinds herself upon you as you cum and accepts all of your semen into herself.
You cling to one another for a moment, both of you spent.
"So what did ya really do today" you ask in your regular voice.
You wife peels herself off of you gingerly and laughs harshly. ”Gwon, ya ass. Ya know damn well I jus came straight home from my shift at Walmart.”
"If dat’s true, then where’s yer bra at then?" you ask?
She just pantomimes surprise by covering her mouth dramatically, but you never do get your answer.
Black Stranger Takes Wife Away to Sit for a Nude Portrait
Stephen and Janet were enjoying coffee at their favorite hip coffee shop in the Mission one Saturday afternoon. It was very crowded and the upper class married couple drifted around indecisively with their drinks, looking for a place to sit. A muscular black man in a tank top was sitting alone at a table reading. He looked up and noticed the couple searching for a seat. Then he noticed Janet’s gorgeous hourglass figure and his manhood began to swell slightly. He jumped up and addressed them amicably.
“You folks are welcome to join me,” he told them with a friendly smile, allowing his gaze to wander over Janet’s large breasts, her cleavage shown to good advantage by the plunging neckline of her dress.
Stephen noticed this man ogling his wife’s bosom and hesitated to accept his offer. Janet noticed the stanger’s interest in her chest and was flattered. “That’s very generous of you, thanks,�
� she said putting her latte down on the table and holding out her hand. “I’m Janet and this is my husband, Stephen.”
“And I am Keon,” said the man. “Charmed, I’m sure.” He took Janet’s hand in his and surprised her by drawing it gently to lips and kissing it lightly. She blushed furiously in response at this brazen move and felt her loins grow warm. Keon had handsome features, with a strong jaw and deep set eyes. His hand was rough and his arms were big but his touch was surprisingly delicate. She glanced guiltily at her husband who raised his eyebrows at her in surprise.
“We don’t want to inconvenience you,” said Stephen stiffly, standing and not putting his coffee down.
“Oh, it’s no inconvenience at all,” said Keon smoothly, gazing placidly at Janet’s breasts. “Your wife is quite easy on the eyes and I won’t mind getting to know her better.” Janet and Stephen exchanged another awkward look but Keon motioned for them both to sit. “Please, sit down, join me,” Keon coaxed, winking at Stephen impishly as he pulled out a chair and seated Janet next to himself.
“Uh, yes, thank you,” said Stephen, taking a seat on the other side of his wife. He was annoyed by this fellow’s flirtatious advances, but it would be rude to refuse to join him at this point.
“So what are you two up to this afternoon if I may ask?” inquired Keon, staring intensely into Janet’s eyes.
Janet felt her face heating up again under this man’s obvious interest in her but managed a wan smile. “Oh Stephen and I are just taking it easy, enjoying our day off. We thought we might walk around a bit and maybe visit some of the shops on Valencia.”
“Ah, yes, this is a charming neighborhood,” agreed Keon, patting Janet’s hand in a casual and friendly manner. “Do you come here often?” Keon peered contemplatively at Janet’s breasts as he spoke.
Stephen couldn’t blame the man for being attracted to his wife, but it annoyed him that the stranger wasn’t being more tactful about it. “Yes, we live right in Dolores Heights,” said Stephen haughtily, taking a sip of his espresso.
“Really?” asks Keon, tearing his eyes away from Janet’s chest to smile brightly at Stephen. “Why so do I, we are neighbors. What street do you live on?”
Stephen clamped his mouth shut tightly in annoyance, but Janet answered eagerly, “We are on Liberty,” she said with friendly grin. She liked this assertive man and got a kick out how jealous he was making her husband. She and Stephen had been married for 15 years and she sometime felt that they took each other too much for granted.
“Ah, well, I am just two blocks over on Hill,” said Keon returning his gaze to Janet. “Small world, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is,” said Janet returning his look warmly. She could sense her husband’s discomfort and it amused her. Maybe it was healthy for Stephen to get a bit jealous now and then and see that his familiar old wife could still generate interest from other men. She picked up Keon’s book familiarly. “And what are you reading here, Keon? Oh, Nietzsche? How erudite of you.”
Stephen sniffed dismissively in spite of himself and Keon turned to him with interest. “Don’t you care for Teutonic philosophers, Stephen?” he asked with a controlled smile. He reached down and placed his hand casually on Janet’s thigh as he looked Stephen steadily in the eyes.
Janet’s heart started racing at this stranger’s bold advance and Stephen was quite taken aback himself. He didn’t know how to object to this man putting his hand on his wife like that. “Uh, it’s just that I haven’t thought much about Nietzsche since reading him in college,” said Stephen, struggling to sound flippant. His stomach was twisted with jealousy and he broke out in a cold sweat.
“Oh? I studied art in college so I never had a chance to read him at that time,” said Keon breezily, squeezing Janet’s thigh for emphasis.
Janet’s blood was pounding in her ears and her crotch was definitely growing hot as this bold interloper put his hands on her so easily. She put her hand gently on top of his to let him know it was OK for him to touch her. “Are you an artist, then?” she asked him breathily.
“Why yes, yes I am,” said Keon smugly. “I am a painter.”
He was emboldened by Janet’s hand on his and he slide the hem of her dress up and began stroking her inner thigh. Stephen watched helplessly as Keon felt up his wife, but he couldn’t think of a way to broach the topic. His palms grew damp and clammy with anxiety.
“A painter? That’s simply fascinating,” panted Janet as Keon stroked her thigh. She was sure her panties were soaked at this point and her stomach was churning with excitement. “What, uh, style do you paint in?”
“I am a realist, and I have been working on a series of nudes lately,” said Keon.
Keon grabbed Karen’s chair suddenly and slid it back so that he could get a better look at her. Stephen gave a start at how easily Keon flung his wife around, it was an impressive demonstration of strength and it made his blood run cold.
“As a matter of fact, you would make an excellent model,” said Keon. He looked Janet’s body up and down judiciously. Her cheeks were flushed fetchingly and her dress was bunched up around her waist, showing off her shapely legs.
“Heh, heh, that’s very flattering,” laughed Janet weakly, pulling at the hem of her dress modestly.
“Have you ever been a model?” asked Keon seriously, ignoring Stephen as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
“Oh no, I understand that it’s very demanding to sit for an artist,” said Janet nervously. “I had a girlfriend who did it in college and she said that it’s actually very difficult to sit perfectly still for extended periods of time.”
“Well, your great beauty would make your fidgeting more tolerable,” said Keon raising his nose in the air confidently. Then he clapped his hands together, startling both Janet and Stephen. “I have an idea. Come sit for me this afternoon. It’s just a short walk to my studio.”
“Come now, that’s a bit much isn’t it?” croaked Stephen, finally finding his voice.
“What is?” asked Keon, tilting his head to the side curiously and fixing Stephen with a piercing glare.
Stephen was taken aback by the intensity of this big muscular man. “Err, aren’t you asking my wife to come back and pose, uh,” Stephen stammered and sweat profusely, struggling to get the words out.
“In the nude, yes,” laughed Keon. “That’s the best way to paint the human form, Stephen. Don’t tell me that you are threatened by this idea. How long have you two been married?”
“Fifteen years,” volunteered Janet meekly, intrigued by the idea of stripping nude for this aggressive stranger.
“Well surely, you trust your wife after all this time together,” said Keon with an oily smile.
“Trust her, why, uh, of course I trust her,” sputtered Stephen indignantly. “That’s not the point. It’s just inappropriate for a stranger to propose such a thing. I mean we just met a few minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry, Stephen, you are right. Forgive me, I have the impetuous nature of an artist,” Keon furrowed his brow sympathetically. “And I was struck by your wife’s beauty. Tell me, Janet, what do you think of this idea? Would you like to pose for me?”
Janet cast a guilty look at her husband and giggled nervously. “Well it does pique my curiosity, but my husband seems opposed to the idea.”
“Wait, I am the one opposed to the idea?” exclaimed Stephen in shock. “Are you saying that you would be willing to go off with this strange man who you have just met and take your clothes off for him?” A pair of older women at the next table stopped their conversation and glanced over in amazement in response to Stephen’s loud outburst. He clamped his mouth shut and reddened in embarrassment.
“Stephen, it’s sounds terrible when you phrase it like that,” gasped Janet defensively. “I would be just be sitting for a portrait.”
“Do you have any paintings of Janet right now, Stephen?” asked Keon, sensing his advantage and leaning forward excitedly.
“Well no,” admi
tted Stephen quietly. “But we could hardly put a nude painting of Janet up on the wall of our living room.”
“Why not?” asked Keon with a laugh. “Your male guest will find it fascinating, I’m sure,” he added, looking Janet up and down lecherously.
“Ahem, yes, quite,” said Stephen, at a loss for words.
“Come along Janet,” said Keon hopping to his feet and holding out his hand to Stephen’s wife. “Your husband will simply love the painting once he sees it. I guarantee it.”
“Well, alright,” said Janet rising hesitantly and looking at her husband beseechingly. “Come on, Stephen, it will be something different to do a Saturday afternoon.”
“You can’t be serious,” said Stephen rising quickly and holding out his hands imploringly.
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