Another Man's Wife Had By someone named Lone Coyote with much lengthening and enhancements by Erotic Writer. Found this on another site readers. Liked the theme so added much sex detail to the story, especially near the end. I enjoy other men's wives. I enjoy single women too but there's something special about a married one. Of course, it's that taste of forbidden fruit, knowing that when she opens her arms -- and legs -- to you she is breaking those sacred vows and you are taking something that was promised to another man alone. The only thing I can't decide is whether it's better if the husband knows or not. I remember a wedding held in a hotel last summer when some loud-mouth was bragging about a big deal he'd pulled off in the City, blissfully unaware that as his wife stood dutifully beside him my seed was trickling down her leg into the lacy tops of her stockings. It was there because fifteen minutes earlier she had been bent over the bed in my room upstairs, her red dress flipped up over her back as I emptied my balls into her. And I knew it was seeping down because her matching red thong was still in my pocket. Or is it better if the poor guy knows you're bedding his wife and you can see the look of defeat in his eyes that comes from knowing his wife has picked you as a superior male. And knowing his last thought every day must be to wonder if the lips he's kissing good night were wrapped around your cock just a few hours earlier. But the sweetest -- though the very rarest - is when the husband gets to watch his wife give herself to you. Which is why I was walking up the drive of a smart house in North London. I'm what you might call a big dude andI make my money in what you might call the credit control arm of the leisure sector and this was the home of Tony Ross. He was quite a successful businessman, hence the house, but he was also a card player. As it happens Tony was quite a good card player, just not quite as good as he thought he was, which explains why he owed us just over fifty grand. Normally we would not let a punter run up a tab like that but Tony's game was import/export and there had been a time when we were trying to put together a little deal that we thought he might be able to help us with and a bit of extra leverage would not go amiss. But the deal fell through and now we wanted our money and Tony was behind with the payments so I had come for a quiet word. When Tony answered the door his first reaction was shock and a quick glance over his shoulder. "Er, Steve," he said. "Um, it's not really conveni......" I ignored him, shot him a crocodile smile and said: "Evening, Tony. Mind if I come in?" and gave the door a firm, steady push. That forced Tony back into the hallway and I brushed past him just as Mrs Ross came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a tea towel and asking "Who is it, darling?" She was wearing a white blouse, black trousers and flat shoes. Her lovely blonde hair was held back with an Alice band. She looked every inch the posh suburban wife and those inches were very well-placed. I first met Kim Ross when we had a charity night at the club. All the regulars were there and most brought their wives or girlfriends. I noticed Tony and his wife as soon as they came through the door. She was wearing a plain floor length blue dress, cut high at the throat and a simple pendant. In a room awash with fake tan cleavage and bling she was an island of sophistication and elegance. Her face and body are stunning, and I wanted her. As she stepped into the hallway she said good evening and I replied: "Good evening, Mrs Ross. I just dropped by to have a word with Tony. A small business matter." She looked puzzled. "Business? On a Sunday evening? Wouldn't it wait until tomorrow?" then she looked a little more closely and added: "Haven't we met somewhere?" I smiled again. "Yes, Tony introduced us. At the Castle Club last summer." She seemed to be trying to remember the club. "The casino?....." Then the penny dropped. Oh God, not again Tony.” She looked sideways at him. “How much this time?" Tony looked from one to the other of us before saying; "Oh it's nothing, darling, I can take care of it, won't you come into my study, Steve." But Kim was having none of that and asked again in a dangerously firm tone "How much, Tony?" Tony still tried to bluster so I helped him out by telling her that it was fifty grand and watched the colour drain from her face. "My God, how could you be so stupid? You bloody idiot!" Then she turned to me and said: "We don't have that kind of money at the moment. You'll just have to wait." I put on my most reasonable voice to tell her that we had already been exceptionally patient but even our patience must eventually come to an end and we wanted the money. Now I'll give her her due she was not going to let herself be intimidated in her own hallway by the likes of me, though many would be. I find that in my line of work it pays to have what you might call 'a bit of a presence' so I have a couple of sessions a week in a boxing gym off the Old Kent Road, working the bags and sparring. It makes life easier, because if you look like you can handle yourself most people tend to behave themselves. But Kim Ross had been to public school and was the daughter of a brigadier, no less. Like I said, posh. She drew herself up and said: "How dare you come into my home threatening us! If you don't leave at once I'm calling the police" and began to head for the living room. Tony did not know whether to be scared of me or proud of his wife so I leaned forward and quietly dropped my second bombshell on him. "Tasha might not like that." Tasha was a trim little croupier who worked for us. We did not generally approve of staff fraternising with customers but, as I said, Tony had been a special case so we had let it go. I'd thought Tony was already ashen but he somehow managed to go even whiter at the mention of her name and dragged his wife back insisting there was no need for the police. He'd have been whiter still if he knew that in return for a small bonus and promise that it would not end up on the internet, she had let me install a couple of cameras in her flat to capture Tony's less-than-impressive performance for posterity. As I said, we were keen to have a bit of leverage over him. I was one of the lucky ones who had seen the video Tasha had created for us. Tony might not have been so much, but Tasha had provided us with some rather more than revealing views of her anatomy in the process of getting Tony on video. I could tell more of Tasha and me, but that's another story. Mrs Ross reluctantly came back, clearly recognising there was something going on here she did not understand and looking worried. At this point her hand went to a string of pearls at the throat of her white blouse. "Well, we don't have that kind of money available but I suppose I have some jewellery...." Again it was time for my sincere voice as I told her that ours was a strictly cash business. I'd hate Tony to report anything stolen to get the insurance money and find myself holding stolen property. And then came the opening. "But there must be something...." Bingo! But careful. There was still time for this to slip away. I allowed my gaze to drop down her body and then come back up to her face. "Oh I can see something I like very much, Mrs Ross, but I hardly think...." For moment she was puzzled and then realised what I was insinuating. A flash of anger crossed her face and her hand came back to slap me. Thanks to all the boxing I think I could have gone into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea and still had time to catch her arm which hit my palm with a meaty slap, followed by a small squeal from her. Unfortunately hearing his wife's little squeak made Tony come over all Sir Galahad and he gallantly stepped towards me shouting: "Leave my wife alone". I've no idea what he thought he was going to do. He probably didn't know himself but just to be on the safe side I gave him a little tap in the midriff. It wasn't a hard punch, not really a punch at all but it was obviously a long time since Tony had seen the inside of a gym and there was no resistance to my fist. The wind came out of him in a quiet wheeze and Tony collapsed on the floor like a punctured balloon. That brought another squeak from Mrs Ross and she flung herself over him like a protective mother bird, She looked at me with venom and spat out: "Leave him alone, you bastard." She tut tutted over Tony as he frantically tried to find some air to put back in his lungs and then looked up at me with a little less defiance and added; "Please don't hurt him. He's not like you" I said nothing while she tried to think and Tony slowly found some oxygen. She seemed to come to a decision. "If I were to...," she began before drifting away. She took a deep breath herself and started again; "Supposing I were to let you, well you know, you promise not to hurt him? And then the debt would be paid.?" I tried to keep the sense of triumph from my face as I said: "Ah Mrs Ross. I don't want to be appear ungallant and if were up to me.... But I'm afraid £50,000 is rather a lot of money and my associates may not feel I had struck a very good bargain for them." I let the fear sink in before I added: "But perhaps if we came to such an arrangement I could overlook this missed payment and give you a couple of extra weeks to come up with it." I saw a bit of hope in her eyes before I went for the kill "However, I'm not sure that 'letting me' as you put it, would be very satisfactory. We'd need a bit of, shall we say, enthusiasm, on your part, wouldn't we?" She bit her lip and then whispered; "Very well" By now Tony had got enough breathe back to object but she snapped back; "Oh shut up Tony. Isn't it bad enough I have to whore myself to a thug like this for you without you whining? Or do you want him to break your kneecaps?" Break his kneecaps? Where do people get these ideas? The idea of turning up at Tony's house was to let him see that nowhere was safe till he paid up. Where might I pop up next? At his office? The golf club? His Masonic Lodge? But I'd no intention of touching his kneecaps. People start turning up are A&E with that sort of thing and the Old Bill starts taking an interest. Our licence was worth far more to us than Tony's fifty grand. But this did not seem the time to correct her as things were going so well. Nor did I correct her description of me as a thug and I did not bother telling her I had an honours degree in economics from a highly respected university and had picked my industry with some care. The old defiance came back as she said; "Very well. Let's get it over with" 'Get it over with?' Not quite the enthusiasm I'd been hoping for but never mind. I looked around the hall and told Tony to bring a chair that was standing there. She looked horrified and said: "You don't expect me to do this in front of my husband, do you?" Again I gave her my reasonable face and pointed out that this was a lesson for Tony and he needed to see what trouble he had brought on himself and her. Besides, I said, I wanted Tony where I could keep an eye on him. She made towards the living room but I said we should go upstairs. The first room we went to was obviously a guest room so I insisted we use her bedroom. Their marriage bed. “Put the chair right there, at the foot of the bed where you'll be able to see all the action,” I told Tony. I thought Tony looked like a man in shock as I took a packet of cable ties from my pocket and swiftly fastened his arms to the chair, followed by his ankles before he'd really worked out what was happening. Wonderful things, cable ties. So quick to slip on. That's why the Old Bill use them as handcuffs and for me they are so innocent. These had been bought from an accessory shop that afternoon. If anyone asked why I had them they were for a DIY job at home. Not for tying a husband to a chair while I had the pleasure of his wife. Mrs Ross looked at me with a slightly reddening face and asked: "How do you want to do this? I mean what do we...." I helped her out by suggesting she may be a little overdressed. Kim gave me a withering look and then began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Once it was open she pulled if from that waistband of her trousers and slipped it down her arms. In an ideal world she would have been wearing a basque and suspenders but she was dressed for a quiet evening at home with her hubby in front of the telly so the white bra was pleasant enough but quite plain. When her trousers followed the knickers were slightly mumsy too, despite the lace rims and instead of stockings she was wearing those ridiculous pop socks that come up to the knee. She turned toward her husband. “Do you see what I am about to do here dear, because of your stupid gamgling? We've been married for almost ten years and no man except for a couple of doctors and you has ever seen my body exposed and those doctors only saw my body one half at a time. Now this lout is about to see it. All of it. I hope you enjoy seeing this.” I loved her spirit though and the way she looked me right in the eyes as she unclipped her bra and tossed it aside. I could see her face redden as my eyes took in her beauty. Her breasts were perfect. Full B or or maybe just C cups with exactly the right amount of give to sit a bit lower on her chest. Not sticking forward like those fake plastic jobs but with just enough weight and shape. She put her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and with only the slightest hesitation pushed them down. I was delighted to see that Mrs Ross was a natural blonde and that, although neatly trimmed, her bush covered all of her mound rather than one of those silly little landing strips that some women think are sexy but really just make them look like out of work porn actresses. She was not giving an inch. She made no attempt to cover herself but instead challenged me: "Now who's overdressed? Not gone shy all of a sudden, have we?" I was going to enjoy this. I slipped off my suit jacket and undid my tie, quickly followed by my shirt, socks and nex to come, my trousers. I said next to come because at that point Kim again began talking to her husband. “Do you see what is happening here Tony? Because of your habit, another man is about to drop his drawers and expose his penis to me. Another man's penis Tony. Think about that.” She had caused a brief delay, and one that I did not mind having. I love it when a woman, a wife expecially, talks to her man about my penis. The hours I've put in the gym have given me a pretty good body so I let her take a good look at it before suggesting she might like to help with my boxers that were already tenting nicely with the thought of the pleasure to come. She came forward and stopped as if suddenly remembering something. "You'll have to wear something. I'm not on the Pill. Tony had the snip during his first marriage so you'll need to wear a thingy." It was a bit late for that. "Mrs Ross, I did not come her expecting to be doing this so I'm afraid I'm a bit ill equipped with thingies, as you call them. We'll just have to do our best......or we could revert to Plan A" I added with a raised eyebrow as I nodded toward her husband. That flustered her. "No. No don't hurt him. If we're doing it, promise you'll pull out. No, in fact let me suck you instead. I'll let you come in my mouth. Just don't hurt him." I was enjoying the look on her husband's face as I probed for more detail. “If I come in your mouth, you'll swallow it and not spit it out?” Her face reddened again. “I've never done that for Tony, but yes, I'll swallow it.” At this point Tony seemed to come to life and began telling her not to. It was all getting a bit out of hand so I picked up Mrs Ross's knickers from the floor, stuffed them in his mouth and used one of the pop socks to tie it in place. At least it was bit muffled if nothing else. I turned back to Mrs Ross and asked : "Now what were you suggesting?" and pushed her gently but firmly to her knees, her face inches from my groin. Kim shrugged her shoulders slightly. “He's probably upset that I offered to swallow.” She reached forward, took the waistband of my boxers in her hands and slowly pulled them down and I stepped out of them. I'm no porn star but I am comfortably above average length and thickness and, having seen the tape of Tony and Tasha, all three of us now knew that Mrs Ross was about to receive quite a bit more than she was used to getting from poor old Tony. At first she just looked at it. It had drooped a bit during the distraction of gagging of Tony but was rapidly growing again and I said quietly; "Kiss it, Mrs Ross" putting my had behind her head and drawing her lips forward. Again we had one of those enjoyable delays as Kim turned her head toward her husband for a brief moment. “Now look at what you've done dear husband. Look at his penis, how large it is. This is what I'm going to have to be dealing with, so I hope you're happy.” As her lips touched the head of my cock she actually kissed it and then moved her lips a little to kiss it again. Her tongue came out and she began to give little cat licks around the head and under the rim. A pearl of per-cum appeared and she licked that too. This was a woman that knows where the pleasure center is on a penis, that was for sure. Then Kim opened wide and slipped the head into her mouth and I felt her tongue caressing the head before she began a gentle in and out motion. She seemed to have decided to try to get me off with her mouth to avoid a fucking and I was happy to let her try. For a while. No way was I going to pass on fucking that body, no matter how good a cock sucker she turns out to be. I'd deliberately turned sideways on to Tony so he could see my cock disappearing into his wife's mouth and her lips travelling up and down my shaft, now glistening with her saliva. Her hand came up to cradle my balls and I grunted for her to lick them. Her hand kept wanking me as her tongue slid down the shaft and then flicked across my sack. Again, Kim paused for one of those delays that I was beginning to enjoy so much. “See these balls?” Kim said to Tony as she lifted and shook them slightly with one hand. “Look at how big they are Tony. You'd better hope he lets me swallow his come because I am sure he's sporting a huge load of baby juice in these beauties.” Again, before placing her mouth over the head, she gave it a kiss. She really was a fabulous cock sucker, completely wasted on Tony, and I let her make love to my cock until I was almost coming and then pulled out of her mouth and lifted her to her feet. "Mrs Ross, I do believe you are trying to make me come, But that was not our deal" I turned her to the bed and lay her across it. "Besides, fair exchange....." I knelt between her legs and eased her thighs apart taking a good look at her pussy before leaning forward and inhaling her secret scent. She smelled delicious, tangy and musky, as a woman should. I licked her lips and gently sucked them into my mouth, I pushed my tongue inside her savouring her for a few minutes. Kim seemed to be getting wetter as I worked on her before moving on to her clitoris. She tried to resist, saying "No. No" and “Tony, look at what he's doing,” but I carried on until, despite her efforts not to in front of her husband, Kim came. As she was trying to catch her breath I raised my head and looked at Tony. Gagged and unable to comment, his face looked to be quite red. I wondered to myself if under his drawers, his cock was hard. I climbed onto the bed and pulled Kim on top of me and pulling her face towards me, I kissed her. It was probably the first time she had ever really had a good whiff of the smell of her vagina. At first she kept her lips closed until I reminded her "Enthusiasm, Mrs Ross, don't forget the enthusiasm" and she let my tongue into her mouth. All the time she had been straddling me, her thighs were either side of my hips and I had been rubbing my cock against her, letting Tony see just how close my cock was to his wife's defenceless pussy and now it was time. I reached down and rubbed it up and down her lips, still slippery from my saliva and her orgasm. As if on cue she again spoke to her husband; "See what is about to happen my dear husband? His big wanker is about to go into me, and after what he just did with his mouth, his cock is probably going to be feeling good too. Don't be blaming me afterward if I seem to enjoy this. It is you that caused it.” Then she turned her attention to me. My cock was touching her now, head against lips. “Promise you won't come inside me. Promise you'll pull out" the perfect reminder for him that her womb was completely at my mercy and my naked cock was about to invade his unprotected wife. “Me pull it out? You're the one who's on top, remember?” I said, giggling. She was sort of keeping her pelvis high to maybe avoid full penetration so I had to raise my hips a little. My head entered and I felt the stretching of a vagina that was not used to being opened this wide. What also was nice, Kim had softly gasped upon my partial entry and Tony, I knew was back there not only watching, but listening. To prolong the moment I let my head slide in and out of her lips a couple of times more before I gave a more determined push upward. The view for Tony down there must have been shocking as I felt what remained of her Tony tightness give way and as Kim groaned a mighty one I slowly drove the full length inside her and began to thrust. After a while I pushed Mrs Ross upright so she was fully impaled as her body weight buried her onto me and Tony had the perfect vantage point to see his wife completely filled with my cock. She winced and said: "Be careful. Please go slow. You're too big. You're stretching me a lot and it's going so very deep." That must have hurt Tony, knowing my bigger cock was visiting parts of his wife he had never known. Funny thing is, Kim was the one going deeper as she pushed downward hard with her hips as I lightly pushed up. She might have been afraid of it, but there was no doubt, she seemed to be craving getting every last inch. “Remember now, don't come in me.” She pumped, her eyes closed as her hips not only moved up and down, but also sideways at times. But by now I was getting close and rolled her onto her back, letting my cock come out just for the sheer pleasure of letting Tony see me put it back in. I was staying up on my knees and riding high so that he could see what was happening. I knew that by the way I was staying high that not even my big balls were blocking Tony's view of the way I was stretching her lips. Her legs came up, up, then higher until they were wrapped around my waist. This movement Kim was making was in effect telling her husband that she was now ready to be penetrated continuously and thoroughly. Tony I knew, was positioned in just the right place to see his wife's pussy being manipulated by the thrusting of my cock. I leaned my head down and we kissed. Most passionately I must say as Kim responded this time with ardor. Maybe it was because, she knew, from where Tony was seated, he could not see our faces. Then I felt it, her entire body seeming to tense up, and I knew what was about to happen. I pumped harder. “Oh shit. Stop moving. Oh no. It can't be happening. Not in front of my husband. Nnnnnnnnn. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhh!” She was humping up at me now, and gasping for breath. I guess at first Kim didn't want Tony to know what she was letting Tony know. Then she said it, she actually said it to her husband. “See what you did Tony? I just came the hardest and best ever. I couldn't help it. His big cock I think was most of it, but this is also exciting for me, very exciting.” Her orgasm got to me I guess. I had been planning on holding back a little longer and prolonging the pleasure but now I could feel my sperm rising and my thrusting became more erratic. I hooked one arm under her left leg in case Kim tried to pull out from under me. With her legs and vagina opened as wide as I could manage, I pushed in as deep as possible as my orgasm neared. Mrs Ross realized what was about to happen and shouted: "No No, don't you do it. Pull out!" “Sorry honey. Too good to quit now.” I kept moving. She tried to wriggle free as she felt my hard dick stiffen even more, but with one of my arms round her shoulders and the other hooked under her left knee Kim had no escape and with a series of deep grunts I began emptying my balls deep inside her. “”Oh god no Tony. Now he's cumming!” She sniffled and sort of cried a little. “Inside me. He's cumming so hard.” I guess she was letting Tony know that I was joining her. “You did this Tony,” she sobbed. “It's your fucking fault. I can feel it, every throb is intense. He's soaking my insides.” With each spasm I gave a thrust so that Tony could be in no doubt that with each one a few million more sperm were heading in search of her completely unprotected eggs. It felt perfect. Then I said it. I actually said it to her husband. “See what you did Tony? I just came my hardest and best ever. I couldn't help it. Her tight pussy I think was most of it, but this is also exciting for me, very exciting.” I think I had remembered and repeated in effect, what Kim had uttered. It sounded like Kim was crying a bit in my ear. I kept pumping, but going slower now and because my cock was still for the most part hard, I began going sideways, a move I like to make after my orgasm as it seems to better drain my cock. 'Shit woman,” I said while staring into her eyes. “I don't think I've ever came so hard before. You're a great fuck!” I kept pumping, going sideways and draining myself. “You're still so tight, even now, you're taking it all out of me. Baby, I love your pussy!” "You fucking bastard," she said but I ignored her, too busy moving my cock around and relishing the moment. Finally I rolled off her but pulled her close and hooked my leg over her thigh to keep her legs open and let Tony see my sperm leaking from her. Mrs Ross's pussy looked all sweaty with the blonde hair matted down around her outer lips that were looking more red than pink and still swollen slightly in appearance. The purplish inner lips wee providing even a better view for both me and her husband. Her hole was staying opened, looking stretched and at the moment, shiny and soaking wet. “Look at that Tony, what a mess I've made of your wife.” He looked, and while he was looking I looked as well, and I could see a bulge, not very impressive but still a bulge, in the left side of his pants. I made sure that Tony had time for a good long look before I released his wife's legs. Kim didn't seem to mind, or at least, she never bothered to try and close her legs after I had released them. Tony looked a broken man. He had been punched to the floor, tied to a chair in his own bedroom and made to watch helplessly as his wife was brought to more than one orgasm before she was inseminated and possibly impregnated by a bigger, stronger male in his own marriage bed. Mrs Ross said: "Let me go. I need to get rid of this" but I grabbed and held her tight. "The damage is done, Mrs Ross. I put it in deep. If you're going to be pregnant, the process has already started. Nothing you can do about it now.” I tried to kiss her but in front of her husband, she pulled her head away. I went on: “But on the subject of cleaning up I wonder if you might do the honours". I gently pushed her head down and she meekly went to my groin and gently sucked and licked me clean. I especially enjoyed the way she was grasping the head of my cock with all five fingers of one hand and using it to hold my cock upright while she worked her lips and tongue through my pubic hair and going up the sides of my shaft and going all around. I looked over her blonde head into Tony's eyes as his wife's mouth enveloped my cock and cleaned our mingled juices. And I winked at him. I couldn't read his eyes, but they looked more like defeat than hate. It was time to go. I climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed and said: "Stay there Tony, Your lovely wife can see me out. I must say, it's been a lovely evening. In fact I almost hope you miss the next instalment and we can do it all over again. Mrs Ross can cut you free once I've gone" Mrs Ross, still naked, followed me out of the bedroom and down the the front hall. As we reached the door she hissed: "What did you hit him for? That wasn't in the script" I spread my arms in mock innocence. "Kim, that was self-defence. The silly bugger was going to take a swing at me. Anyway, talking of scripts, you were fantastic. Real Oscar material. I loved the way you said you were having to suck and then fuck me and it was all his fault. The best part I think was when you were cumming and pretended you didn't want to." She snorted: "I coulcn't help it dammit. Your cock was feeling so good. But none of this pantomime would have been necessary if your bloody condom hadn't split that first day we fucked.” "Or you'd been on the Pill," I countered. "Anyway everyone's got what they wanted. Tony got the lesson you wanted, you've got the baby Tony couldn't give you. He'll think you got pregnant saving his kneecaps and we got to make love as nature intended." "Yes and let's not forget you got to do your whole Alpha male thing. Vanquishing the weak and mating with his female. You really got off on that, didn't you? I've never known you to be so hard before. The right of the conqueror down the ages, eh?." "Well you did want him taught a lesson." "Yes. It's just a shame he doesn't realise the lesson he needs to learn is to keep his dick in his pants and out of little sluts" That seemed a bit harsh on Tasha. Time to change the subject. "When can I see you again?" "I can get away on Tuesday. I'll see you at the flat around two? “That'll be fine baby. Two it is.” She sighed. “I guess it worked out alright, you wanting to fuck me with Tony watching. At first I was very embarrassed, and then it got to be kind of exciting.” “What part was the most exciting for you?” Kim giggled. “I could tell, Tony has always been self-conscious about his little cock, so saying how big you are before you were in me and also once you were inside me and then his hearing me cum supposedly without wanting to because of your cock, that was very exciting.” I kissed her. “Yeah baby, you added a bit to the script at that point. And besides, the most important thing was, Tony needed to see me drop a load into you to confirm your getting pregnant.” “Yes,” she said, “and it was a big load but the job was already done three weeks ago. Now go. It's coming out of me and I've a husband to cut loose. Unless I decide to cut the brainless bastard's dick off instead." It sounded like Tony's evening might be about to get even worse.