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I plan on writing 8-10 chapters, and six are finished and uploaded. The rest are coming.
This story contains adult content including BDSM, road head, female masturbation, ENF, skinny dipping and more. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.
I laid awake, trying to figure out what to do. There was a war being waged inside me. A small part of me wanted to start a fight. I mean how dare she judge me? She just fucked a stranger at a club, rubbed her cunt on two or three others and she wants to be pissed at me for fucking one woman a few times.
The smarter part of me, that one most men don’t usually think with, realized that was not how to handle this situation. First off, what she did in the club was in front of me. So technically, I was a participant. I had, in the past, encouraged her to behave like that when we were on vacation or around strangers. She had never gone that far before though.
Then there was the matter of access. Those guys would likely never see her again, where I see Jane almost every day, and when Rikki is traveling, how can she trust we aren’t doing something she disapproved of?
My dick countered the rational arguments of my brain, the Brazilian bell boy, what about him it screamed? That wasn’t with your permission. You didn’t participate.
Once again my brain, fortunately, the smarter of the two organs in question (I know that’s uncommon for most men) shut down that argument as well. First off, it may not have happened. It could have been entirely made up or even if he is real, she never claimed that she did anything with him. Just that she found him to be hot. Not a capital crime by a long shot.
Finally, emotionally, physically, and mentally drained I drifted off into a troubled sleep.
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I slept fitfully that night and woke up exceptionally early the next morning. I left a note on Rikki’s vanity, ‘went for a run, be back soon. We’ll talk then.’
I needed to clear my head and prepare myself for what was about to happen. After jogging 2 or 3 miles, I found myself heading back home, passing Phil’s house. I decided it was time to go home and face the music.
I walked in the front door and found the house was still silent. I went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and saw Rikki sitting in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee. Joining her at the table we sat there in awkward silence. I tried to start the conversation we needed to have, but I couldn’t figure out how to broach the elephant in the room. Finally, I decided to ease into it. “I ran into Emily last night and invited her and her folks over for dinner. I have to go pick up some stuff. I’m thinking of steak and lobster. Is that okay?”
Rikki put her cup down and rested her hands in her lap. “Yeah fine,” she replied, emotionless. Her eyes were looking down at the floor.
“Anything you need while I’m out at the store,” I asked?
“No,” she replied, without looking up.
Figuring she wasn’t ready to talk yet I told her, “I’m going to go take a shower and head out. Be home in a couple of hours.” I stood up and headed upstairs.
“How could you let that happen?” she asked as the sobs began.
I rushed to her side and knelt next to her. “It was a mistake. A moment of weakness. I shouldn’t have tempted Jane like I did,” I said as my tears began to flow.
“Not that!” she said bitterly. “Last night. How could you let me make such a slut of myself,” as she turned away from me.
“STOP!” I said in a firm voice. “STOP, RIGHT NOW. You did not make a slut of yourself last night. You went out and had some fun and you came home to your husband. I enjoyed watching you let your hair down. If anything it made me love you more, how willing you were to do something I’ve been fantasizing about for years.”
Rikki looked at me, tears still in her eyes. “You aren’t mad at me?” her face hopeful and scared at the same time.
“Baby, I fucked Jane. I have no right to be mad at you for what you did. We have a lot to talk about and I think we should go for a drive and talk about what happened.”
Rikki picked up her napkin and wiped her face. I took her hand and helped her stand up. Then I got to my feet. Without a word, we went upstairs and washed up and got dressed. Rikki put on a pair of Daisy Dukes and a pink spaghetti strap tank. I wore a pair of gym shorts and a tee-shirt.
We got in the car and drove to town to get the provisions we needed for the evening. While driving into town, we had a great talk. Rikki admitted she was turned on by the thought of watching me fuck Jane and maybe other women, but she was not into polygamy. We were husband and wife and no one else, not even Jane, would ever call herself my wife.
Rikki told me that she didn’t do anything with the bell boy but she did accidentally güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri let him catch her naked on three different occasions. She told me she loved the power she had over him and how submissive he became. “It was a real turn on to control someone like that,” she said. I nodded in agreement, thinking how hot it was to boss around the girls at work. Even when it was nonsexual, just being in charge sent a thrill through me when I told them to do something and they did.
I told Rikki about the three girls dyking out with each other and my suspicion that Suzette was participating. I left out the incest part of the story. I didn’t think she was ready to know about that, yet.
While we shopped, I was looking at melons, Rikki standing a few feet away. She shouted over, “what do you think about serving our guests these melons?” lifting her shirt, showing her tits to everyone in the produce section.
I smiled at her and said, “I won’t mind, but Jane might die of a heart attack.”
Rikki laughed and lowered her shirt. We quickly finished our shopping and left the store. As I was driving home, Rikki pulled my cock out of my shorts and began to give me a blow job. I pulled her off my cock and told her sternly “sluts are to be naked when sucking cock. No exceptions, or it’s another spanking, and this time I won’t be so gentle.”
Rikki winced at the word spanking and looked into my eyes. She could tell I was serious and she said, “as you wish.” She sat up, pulled her top completely off, and threw it in the back of the car. Then she slid her shorts down her legs and off her body, leaving her in a pair of lime green panties. She wiggled them down to the floor and picked up her bottoms, she threw them in the back seat, leaving her not only naked but with no way to easily cover herself if something happened.
Moving her seat back, she again took hold of my cock. “Is this better, master?” and she swallowed my cock.
At the word master, the image of Jane dressed as Jeannie popped into my mind making my cock pop to attention. I groaned in pleasure from the memory and the wonderful sensations Rikki was creating in my cock. It was a struggle to concentrate on my driving, fortunately, I had decided to take back roads so I could stop at a vegetable stand and pick up some fresh vegetables to go with dinner.
As I drove along trying not to lose control of the car, or my dick, I felt Rikki tugging my shorts. I lifted my hips and she slid them down my legs. I pulled my right leg out so I could still use the pedals. Once the shorts were off Rikki sucked my balls into her mouth as she continued to jack my dick.
“That’s it slut! Suck your master’s balls. I want to plaster my cum all over your face, then watch you finger your nasty fuck-hole until you cum.”
Rikki moaned as she pulled her head back still sucking on my balls, causing a loud pop as they pulled free of her full lips. Returning to my dick she slid down my shaft and began to slide up and down slurping and gagging on my cock.
My balls were boiling, as I tried to fight the urge to cum. I felt my dick thickening as the explosion was imminent. “I’m…going…to cum…” I gasped still trying to hold back
Rikki pulled up a bit, keeping the head of my shaft in her mouth as my hips bucked. At the last moment she pulled off my dick and the first blast of cum hit her just below the left eye. The next rope ran from her nose and across her lips at an angle. Several more blasts hit lower and lower, the last one on her left nipple.
Looking at my wife, I could see her face and neck were flushed. A sure sign that she was very aroused and close to her orgasm. “Now play with yourself slut,” I told her. “Don’t stop, no matter what,” I told her as the vegetable stand came into view. I dressed, as I gradually slowed down, giving the one car at the stand time to leave before we arrived.
She laid her seat back and began to furiously rub her clit as she rammed three fingers into her sopping wet pussy. I took her left breast in my right hand and began to squeeze and pinch it. She moaned in pleasure and I continued to paw at her tit.
Slowing the car to a stop, Rikki was too engrossed in her pleasure to notice that this wasn’t just another red light. Miguel walked over to the car and leaned into the window. “Hiya Denny, how’s things…” he said, before realizing that Rikki was naked and tip-toeing through the two lips.
“HOLY FUCK!” he shouted when he saw my naked wife.
Rikki’s eyes flew open when she heard a man’s voice. She froze when she saw our long time greengrocer watching her in all her glory.
“No one told you to stop,” I said calmly. Turning to Miguel I said, “she lost a bet to me. Now she has to finger herself until we get home, no matter what. Right, my dear?” I said without looking at her.
“Yes, YES, OH GOD YES!” was her response as she returned to giving herself pleasure, closing her eyes in an attempt to lessen güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri her embarrassment.
I could tell Miguel noticed the cum on her, but he didn’t say anything. “So uh Denny wh’chaa need mano? I gots da good shit homie,” Miguel started with our running joke. When we first met in High School, we didn’t exactly get along, that is until I found he was selling some prime Acapulco Gold. He was a master at growing things. We became good friends and stayed friends when he stopped growing weed and started growing vegetables. “Whatever’s you need Miguel got?” he said as he watched my wife.
Looking over at her, I could see she was very close. Her hips were bucking, her eyes closed, and she was flush from the tips of her ears to the tops of her breasts. I could tell her orgasm was seconds away. I looked at Miguel and winked at him, “That’s it baby come for Miguel, the dirty Mexican Drug Dealer, pay for my drugs with your body.” As I finished speaking, Rikki convulsed and fluid spewed from her pussy hitting the windshield.
“DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” Miguel said. “I ain’t never seen no woman squirt before.” As he high fived me. “Damn gringo, you crackheads get all the hot chicks.”
I opened my car door and hugged Miguel, whispering “Not a word to anyone, ever, and maybe you will get to see more of this.”
“No worries jefe. I didn’t rat you out to those narcs in school. I won’t rat you out now.”
We walked over to his stand, the one I built for him when he first started his business. It was my first paid project and I was impressed at how well it had stood the test of time, especially being exposed to the weather all these years.
I loaded several boxes with choice veggies and paid for them. As I was putting them in the car, Miguel was helping another customer. “Hey Mano, don’t forget to come to the housewarming next Saturday. And bring that son of yours. He’s 18 now right?” I asked, remembering he was born a month or so after Lizzy. “I might have some work for him to do. I need a groundskeeper, and if his thumb is as green as yours, he’d be perfect.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for anything. See you there homie.”
When I got back in the car, Rikki was still sitting there naked, basking in the salacious glow of her orgasm. She looked at me with a dreamy smile on her face, “That was cruel. You know Miguel hasn’t been with a woman since Isabella passed away.” I could tell she wasn’t angry, just worried about our friend.
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I was on leave from the Navy. I was driving my 1986 Mazda RX-7, my wife of 18 months in the passenger seat, and my one-month-old baby girl in a car seat in the back. We were heading back home to show off our baby girl to our extended family.
Rikki was asleep as I cruised down the highway, wondering where I would scrape up the money to buy a car more appropriate for a father. Making just about 25K a year when factoring in base pay and allowances, it was barely enough for housing and food. I refused to go on public assistance because I hated it when my family had to use food stamps. My dad was union and I remember when he went on strike, everything got shut off. I swore I would never do that to my family.
As the familiar sights of my hometown came into view, I smiled and put those worries on the back burner, looking forward to seeing my brother from another mother Miguel, and meeting his wife. I was deployed when he got married, so I hadn’t met her yet, but knowing Miguel she would be a hottie.
I pulled up to his house and shut off the car. Leaning over I kissed Rikki to gently wake her. “Baby we’re at Miguel’s.”
She moaned and shifted in her sleep. Knowing she hadn’t had much sleep since she insisted on breastfeeding. I let her sleep as I walked up to the door. Pounding on it as hard as I could, I yelled “POLICE! WARRANT! OPEN UP!”
The drug thing started back in high school when he did sell drugs until he was busted with a brick of pot he was bringing to a party I was throwing. He never told the cops who he was selling it to and somehow the brick got lost so he was never charged. But he turned his gift for growing things into a lucrative career as a farmer and roadside greengrocer.
“His neighbor threw open a window “Hey gringo, they went to the hospital. His wife was in labor. NOW SHUT THE HELL UP!”
I waved at the neighbor. “Good to see you too Tia Maria,” I said to the neighborhood busybody who’d never liked me. It might have something to do with the fact that she caught Miguel and I spit-roasting her daughter, in her living room when she came home from work. She sent her daughter back to Ecuador, and we never saw her again.
I got in the car where Rikki was still sleeping and drove to the hospital. By the time we got there, Miguel was a single father to a healthy baby boy.
That night Rikki and I talked and we agreed that since I was leaving on a six-month deployment two weeks after we got back, she güvenilir bahis şirketleri would stay behind and help take care of Miguel and his son Izzy. We spent the next two weeks visiting extended family and helping Miguel whenever we could.
Since that time, Miguel had not so much as dated a single woman. A few times we went out for beers and he would pick up a girl in the bar to take care of his physical needs, but as far as love and romance he was done.
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“You’ve told me how hot you think he is and if you had met him first, I might be the widow and you would be Mrs. Cortez. I was thinking if I get Jane as a playmate, maybe you should have one too. I know Miguel thinks you’re hot. I mean how many times has he hinted about bedding you when I wasn’t around?” I suggested.
“Shut up and drive. I need to feel your dick in me before our guests arrive,” she responded.
I made it home in record time and followed Rikki’s naked ass into the bedroom, wondering how her bruises had healed so much. As soon as we slammed the door to the bedroom closed, Rikki ripped my shorts off my body and grabbed my cock, pulling me onto the bed. She climbed on top of me and dropped down onto my cock, her wet cunt swallowing me in one quick motion.
I began to thrust my hips up into her as she used her well-formed legs to bounce up and down on my dick. We fucked fast and hard, skin slapping, pussy squishing, dick thrusting, bed shaking, out and out fucking.
All too soon I was filling my wife up with my cum, as she gyrated on my dick chasing after another orgasm of her own. My hands found her tits as I began to pinch and tug on her nipples to help her get over the edge.
“What’s the matter, babe? Need Miguel’s dick in your ass to make you cum?” I asked, teasing her. “Or maybe you need Phil’s dick in your mouth too?” That did it. She exploded in orgasm, her body going into seizures as she lost control and the pleasure took over.
I wrapped my arms around her to make sure she didn’t fall off me and hurt herself, as she shuddered through her climax. She collapsed on top of me exhausted and kissed my lips. I caressed her sweaty naked back and enjoyed the feeling of her soft breasts pushing into my chest.
We fell asleep for a bit and woke up about an hour later. Quickly showering and trying not to get each other started, we dressed and headed downstairs to get the food ready. I fired up the grill as Rikki prepared the appetizers.
Jane arrived home and began helping Rikki with the food prep. I could hear them giggling in the kitchen through the open window we were using to pass things through as I set up the patio table for dinner. A few minutes later, Claire, Lizzy, and Emily came in. Claire and Lizzy kissed their moms, hello and Emily hugged them. Then the girls came onto the patio and Lizzy kissed me on the lips, something she hadn’t done in almost a decade. Then Claire kissed me and I felt her tongue swipe across my lips before I could do anything. Finally, Emily wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with full-on tongue and she ground herself against my semi-hard cock. I was glad for everything I did with Rikki over the last few hours. Otherwise, my shorts would have put Ringling Brother’s tents to shame.
The girls all glanced down and giggled at the outline of my semi and they flounced back into the house and began to gather the condiments and drinks we would need. Soon I had the patio all set up. The Wine was breathing, the steaks grilling, the lobsters had been parboiled and I was now cutting them in half and coating them with a baste that a navy chief had shown me.
Just as I put the lobsters on the grill, the doorbell rang. Heading inside, I yelled, “I’ll get it,” and opened the door. Phil and Suzette were standing there. Phil was wearing Dockers and a polo. Suzette was wearing a beach wrap that was not quite opaque. With the setting sun behind her, I was positive she was naked under the wrap.
I shook Phil’s hand and leaned in to kiss Suzette on the cheek, she surprised me by kissing me on the lips right in front of her husband. “I brought this for you,” Phil said, handing me several Blu Ray movies like ‘Bikini Car Wash, Bikini Drive-In’ and a few others. “I guess we guys need to have a movie night,” I said, thanking him.
We all went out to the patio and I pulled the lobsters off the grill and piled them on a platter. Sitting down with the group we started to eat. The conversation flowed easily and the wine even easier. We were all having a good time, getting to know one another. I was hoping that soon the secrets each of us was keeping would be out in the open and our sharing would be much more intimate.
Once we were done eating, Suzette volunteered to clean up and refused all offers of help. She gathered up all the dishes she could carry and took them into the house. When I heard the water start to run, I excused myself and went into the kitchen.
“Suzette, can I ask you something?” She looked up at me. “Sorry but there’s no time to be delicate. Are you fucking my daughters? I know they’re fucking Emily.” She froze in shock. Her eyes were wide as saucers. “I’m not angry, but I need to know.”
“I am,” she said meekly.
“Is Phil fucking them too?” She shook her head no.
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