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    Black Cock Therapy for Hubby
    by RLM

    a2.

    The Cosfords:

    Royce's drive started low and then rose as it rocketed down the middle of the fairway. His playing partners were gasping in astonishment at the shot, as they had on many, many other shots Royce had made. When the drive landed beyond the two large sand traps guarding the approach to the green, it continued to roll and bounce toward the green. Finally, it came to a stop 310 yards beyond the tee box.

    "I don't see how you hit shots like that, Royce," David Samules exclaimed. "Just fucking amazing!"

    "Just practice, David. Plus a lot of luck in getting some good genes from my parents."

    "Well, maybe, but it's still amazing."

    It became even more amazing when Royce put his second shot 20 feet from the pin on the par-5 hole and then rolled in the putt for an eagle three. "Is there anything you're not good at?" David asked with a laugh.

    "Yeah, there is."

    "Really? What?"

    "A long time ago I had to come to grips with the sad fact that as a flunky, I'm a miserable failure."

    "Well, that's for sure. Never met anyone more independent minded than you, Royce."

    -------------------------------------------------------

    When Royce returned home after his Sunday golf game, Stacy, his 37-year old wife, greeted him with a big hug and a kiss. "How was the game, Honey?"

    "Good... I shot a 73. If I hadn't bogeyed the 16th, I would have had a par round."

    "Did you beat all the other guys?"

    "Yeah... but then they haven't played for as long as I have. Karl beat me if we take into consideration the handicaps. They're all good guys... good sports. Never lose control of their tempers. It's fun to play with them."

    "I like playing with you too... you make a great playmate," Stacy said, smiling seductively. "You spent all morning shafting the ball around the course and sinking it into the hole. How about spending some time shafting me and sinking something into my hole, Lover?"

    "What?" Royce teased.

    "Anything you want, Honey. You can sink anything you want into any of my holes... anytime you want."

    Royce pulled his sensuous wife into his arms, kissed her passionately as her tongue slipped into his mouth. By the time he had broken the kiss, he had Stacy's skirt up to her waist and his hands inside her panties. She moaned softly, her hips thrusting against his now fully erect cock.

    "Oh shit... I love the feel of that huge thing against my pussy, Honey. Do you know that everyone of my female friends have asked me how big your cock is... they can see the bulge and it just drives them wild. Take my panties off,Lover."

    "MMmmmm... love that. What do you tell them?"

    "That it's almost 9 inches and thick as my wrist. They cream when I tell them that, Baby,” Stacy moaned as her randy husband removed her panties.

    "Do you like that?"

    "I fucking love it! Take it out, Honey. Stick it between my thighs."

    A moment later, Stacy was squeezing her thighs around the thick, surging organ as she thrust herself back and forth, essentially jacking her husband off with her thighs and the wet lips of her pussy.

    "The guys I play golf are impressed by my golf game, but not nearly as much as they're impressed with my wife."

    "Oohhhh god... mmmmmm... tell me more, Darling," Stacy cooed as she humped her slit back and forth over the thick shaft between her thighs.

    "They know you have big tits... that's obvious. David asked me how big. I told him 34DD and within a couple of days everyone of them knew your tit size. And speaking of your big tits, I want them out. Right now!"

    "Blabber mouth," Stacy hissed humping harder as she jerked her dress downward to expose her tits.

    "You love it," Royce challenged.

    "What else have you told them?"

    "That you want cock everyday... even during your period."

    "What did they say to that?"

    "They said they didn't believe me, but they all got hard. It's obvious to them that I have the most beautiful, sexiest, most erotic woman in the country for a wife."

    "Well... your hot slut wife is dying to get this big cock into her cunt, Honey. Think you can help a girl out?"

    Ten minutes later, a naked Stacy had her legs straight up in the air where they jerked back and forth as the 9-inch rod slugged in and out of her erupting cunt.

    "OOHhhhh Fuckkkkkkkk ME, Royce! Fuck me harder!"

    Royce drove his iron-hard shaft into the bottom of her cunt with authority. It thudded against her womb bringing howls of female passion from Stacy. His fingers searched out and found her anus. They pressed against it... hard. Stacy grunted. The cock drove in deep... forcing her ass downward onto the waiting fingers. Two of them entered her asshole. Her cunt went into immediate hard spasms as the orgasm ripped through her vagina causing it contract and throb about Royce's ejaculating cock. The heady, musky aroma of sex filled the bedroom.

    "Ooohhh fuck me, Baby. I'm cumming... AAAHHHHH... big cock... aaahhhh... cumming!"

    "Meee too... shooting in your hot hole, Honey... Take it, Baby. Take my hot load!"

    "Yeesss," she hissed. "Cum in your hot bitch, Lover. Cunt fuck me and cum in me, Stud!" Stacy continued to moan and thrust her pussy against Royce as the huge, thick load flooded her vagina.

    Later, they were panting, still in each others arms, their sex organs still locked together pulsing and throbbing slowly.

    "Sorry I came so fast, Honey. I'll do a better job tonight. I promise," Royce whispered in his wife's ear.

    "Better job? You got me hot as fire... you stripped me... you spread me... then you fucked me hard... and then you filled my cunt with your big load. That's what you're supposed to do, Lover."

    "But I should have lasted longer. Gotten you off more times."

    "Yeah. I only got to cum four times on that huge cock of yours."

    "Tonight, I'll make it six."

    "Ooohhh god... you're amazing! You excite me like no other man on the planet." Slowly, Royce moved his cock back and forth inside Stacy's cum-soaked vagina.

    "Oh my god! You're getting hard again. Fucking unbelievable! You're gonna fuck me again, aren't you?"

    For an answer, Stacy felt Royce's cock swelling and driving into her hard and deep. Her legs rose and locked firmly about his waist as she held on for dear life, his hard thrusts driving her hips deep into the mattress. She reached around him and rammed two fingers into his anus. He grunted with surprise. His cock throbbed in response as she fucked his butt at the same time he was fucking her cunt. It took only a few minutes for them both to cum again. This time Royce jerked his cock from Stacy’s throbbing vagina and creamed her big tits with his load.

    a1.

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    The Cosford's had been married for 18 years. They had been so turned on to each other from the first date that they spent their entire second date in Stacy's bed fucking. Although Royce used condoms, they broke a couple of times in a futile effort to contain his huge cock. As a result, Stacy found herself pregnant a couple of months after they had begun fucking every single day. That hadn't bothered either of them since they both knew they were going to spend their lives together as husband and wife. The pregnancy just speeded the marriage up by a year. The ceremony was held in her parents' church with both families in attendance and both beaming with pleasure at the new member of their families. Stacy was 19 at the time, and Royce was 20.

    Stacy had had twins, a boy and a girl, both of whom turned out to honor students. Gail was almost as beautiful as her mother and Norman was an even better athlete than his dad. They had both entered the state university two months earlier, Gail as a pre-med student and Norman in engineering with a golf scholarship. Although Royce and Stacy were both afflicted with the empty nest syndrome, they were both delighted that their children were doing so well, and they both loved the privacy they now had. By the time the kids had been at the university for two weeks, their parents had fucked in every room, on every table, on every bed, on every couch, in every chair, and on the kitchen counters several times.

    Stacy had always been the inventive one in the bedroom, and now with the extra freedom and privacy, she really showed just how erotically inventive she could be. Royce never knew what awaited him when he came home from his job as VP of the bank. Sometimes he would find his wife looking like a $5 hooker... other times, a $2,000-a-night call girl. On a couple of occasions, he found her tied to the bed, naked, on her stomach with pillows beneath her hips thrusting her cunt into perfect fucking position. He could never figure out how she managed to tie herself like that. Sometimes there would be no dinner cooking. Instead, he would find Stacy wearing a skin-thigh, short sheathe with 4 inch CFM heels, half her tits exposed waiting for him to take her out for dinner and a night on the town finishing with hot sex in a motel somewhere.

    Stacy found her husband equally inventive in the things women love. His love-making techniques seemed to always be changing. One day, he would spend hours licking and kissing her pussy and clit until she had cum over a dozen times and was begging him to stop. Other times, he would ignore her pussy and spend an hour giving her a sensuous massage that had her climbing the walls and begging for cock.

    One night, he took her out to dinner and dancing... nothing special or inventive about that... at least not until she saw what her husband was wearing. He had bought a pair of tight-fitting jeans that hugged his butt and his thighs. His big 9-inch cock was so clearly outlined that he might as well have been naked. Even the ridge behind the big head was on display. All evening, every woman either sneaked glances at him and his cock or they openly stared at it while licking their lips and spreading their legs enough to let him know that they were available. But Royce never gave them a glance. He had eyes only for her. By the time he took her to a hotel, she was throbbing and her thighs were coated with her musky juices. That night she learned why men love to have their wives show off. Royce was a prince of a man and jewel as a husband and father.

    In addition to their wonderful children, hot sex life, good jobs, exciting professions, and wide variety of interests that kept life wild and exciting, they also had a beautiful home and substantial income. Every thing was perfect! At least it was until disaster struck.
    ---------------------------------------------------

    Disaster:

    My husband had always been very careful about our family's health as well as his own. He insisted on regular medical examinations for all of us. We also had regular appointments with the dentist and were members of a health club. All of us regularly exercised and enjoyed sports rather than become couch potatoes watching TV.

    One evening over dinner, he told me that his regular check up visit with his urologist had shown an increased PSA result. PSA is an acronym for "prostate specific antigen". It is the standard test for possible prostate cancer. A normal result is a PSA reading of about 4.0. My husband's PSA had always been about 4.0 but on this examination it had come back 6.1. The increase could be due to factors other than cancer, but with such a sudden increase, his urologist had recommended that a transrectal, needle biopsy of the prostate be performed, just to be safe, he had said.

    "Probably nothing to worry about, Honey," Royce had said over dinner, but he was clearly concerned, as anyone would be.

    The following week, I drove Royce to the urologist's office for the needle biopsy since he wasn't supposed to drive for 24 hours subsequent to the procedure. I stayed in the waiting room while the procedure was in progress. During the previous week, I had used Google to find out something about PSA, prostate cancer, and needle biopsies, and had learned that a needle biopsy is taken by the insertion of a probe into the colon. The probe contains a spring-loaded gun that shoots a small needle outward for about an inch or less and then quickly retracts it. The urologist uses an ultrasonic probe to position the gun so that the needle will enter the desired portion of the prostate. When it retracts, it brings along a very small section of prostate tissue which can then be analyzed by a laboratory for the presence of cancer. Generally, eight tissue sections are taken.

    Three days later, when my husband returned from work, I could tell from his face that the news was not good. He sat down, shook his head, and said, "The biopsy shows that I have prostate cancer. That's the bad news. The good news is that with a PSA of 6.1, we've caught it early to very early. Furthermore, the Gleason number that measures the invasiveness of the cancer is 6, which is also encouraging. Overall, it appears likely that the cancer may still be confined within the prostate so that surgical removal will cure the disease."

    I breathed a sigh of relief and a smile spread over my face. "Oh thank god! There's no way I could bear to lose you."

    My husband returned my smile, but I could tell that there had to be more. His face was still dark and obviously concerned. "Is there more bad news?" I asked.

    "There is, I'm afraid. They have to remove the seminal vesicles so I will be sterile. We can't have any more children, at least not with me as the father. But Jackson says my cancer will permit a nerve-sparing operation to be performed."

    "We agreed not to have any more children, so that's not a problem, Darling. And the nerve sparing operation is good isn't it?" I asked hopefully.

    "Yeah... that helps a little but not a lot. The problem is that even with a nerve-sparing operation about 50% to 60% of men 40 years of age are impotent 18 months subsequent to surgery. There is a substantial chance that my impotence could last much longer or even be permanent."

    I could see my normally confident, talented, and aggressive husband was crumbling right before my eyes under the weight of this prognosis. I realized with shock that this was much more crushing to him than the original diagnosis of cancer. When that had occurred, he had clearly been confident that his careful screening, general health, and regular examinations had paid great dividends in terms of early detection and cure. He had been confident that even if the biopsy showed the presence of cancer, it could be excised and cured. That had proven to probably be correct, but this new revelation of his impending impotence, perhaps for a long, long time or permanently, was devastating.

    All through dinner and into the evening, my husband remained silent, unable to speak. Finally, as we were getting ready for bed, he said, "I'm going to be married to the most beautiful, erotic, and sensuous woman I've even known, and I'm going to be impotent. I might as well be an eunuch. I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say."

    That night, my husband slept in my arms. I held him and kissed his cheek as he slept. Somehow... someway... I was determined that we were going to get through this crisis."
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    The surgery was performed three weeks later in one of the most prestigious clinics in the country. In terms of the cancer, the results were the best that we could hope for. The cancer was exactly what the biopsy said, Gleason 6. It could have been 7 or more, but it came out 6. More importantly, the pathology report stated that the malignancy was confined to the prostate. It had not penetrated the capsule, the seminal vesicles, or into the surrounding lymph nodes, all of which had been removed for safety. Finally, the nerves on both sides had been preserved. Royce's surgeon stated flatly that in his opinion, Royce's cancer was gone.

    My husband's health allowed him to recover from the trauma of surgery very quickly. He left the hospital the day after surgery and was getting around very well in a couple of days with a minimum of pain. He had to wear a catheter with a leg bag for 20 days because of the reconstructive surgery to his urinary tract, but he tolerated that well. Once the catheter was removed, he found that he had excellent bladder control. He did wear a protective pad just in case, but that was eliminated within two weeks.

    As part of his recovery therapy, my formerly virile husband, who had never, ever had an erection problem, was now taking 10 mg of Cialis daily and 100 mg of viagra twice a week to increase blood flow to the area and speed the healing of the tissues and the recovery of erectile function.

    On the evening the catheter was removed, I got Royce in bed, told him to relax and not to worry about whether he got hard or not... just enjoy. I stripped naked and for a half hour gave him a full body massage.

    "That feels terrific, Honey, but don't wear yourself out."

    "Keep quiet. Your job is to enjoy this."

    After working all his muscles, I quit using my hands and substituted my 34DD tits. Lying full length on his body, every inch was caressed by my nipples. When I reached his face, I whispered, "Open your mouth, Honey." He did and I inserted first my left nipple and then my right. "Suck them, Darling."

    It was our first sexual encounter in over a month. The feel of his lips on my tits and nipples was like an electrical surge going through me. Instantly, both nipples hardened. When my stud began squeezing my big globes as he sucked my nipples, my cunt began to throb. "Oh shit... he's good... so damn good," I thought as he pleasured me.

    Reluctantly, I pulled my nipples from his mouth and gave his chest and belly a tongue bath... then his abdomen... downward to his thighs. "Roll over, Honey," I whispered.

    When he did, his buttocks were next to receive the tongue bath. Then his back and from there back down to his ass. "Roll back over, Darling."

    He followed instructions and I was gazing at his flaccid penis that was about 5 inches or so. "I know it's way too soon for you to get an erection, Honey, but I want your cock in my mouth anyway. Just enjoy it and don't worry about getting hard. I'm going to suck you for a long time."

    For almost an hour, I sucked and nursed on his soft organ. He moaned and after a bit was thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth like he would have with his usual steel hard erection.

    "That feels wonderful, Stacy. I'm so sorry that I can't get hard... it's so humiliating and embarrassing."

    "Shut up... don't you dare apologize to me for this. Don't ever do that again!"

    "All right... never again. I promise."

    "Good... now I've been doing a lot of reading. Men don't have to get an erection to have an orgasm. It's easier for them if they get hard, but you can have a climax without an erection. Maybe not right now, but it won't be that long before I can make you cum, Lover."

    I went back to sucking my man and continued for another half hour when he sat up, pushed me onto my back, moved over me and said, "It's your turn now, Baby. And I know I can make your hot cunt explode."

    "You'd better believe it. I'm feel like I'll cum as soon as you touch my pussy."

    Royce's cock might not function properly, but he was still the consummate lover. His fingers slipped into my cunt, found my G-spot instantly and worked it back and forth and then with a circular motion. My hips thrust a foot off the bed... I heard myself screaming as my cunt convulsed in an intense orgasm. Juices shot out in a powerful stream as my hole contracted on his fingers again and again.

    I hadn't even recovered from my first orgasm before my hot stud was working me to a second powerful climax... this time with his tongue lashing my throbbing clitoris while his fingers fucked in and out of my cunt.

    "Oohhhh god.... ooohhhh god! Don't stop... oohh shit... please don't stop. I'm gonna cum... hard... uunngghh... uughhhh...aaahhhhh"

    My hole erupted again. In the middle of my orgasm, I felt two fingers entering my ass... fucking me... lips sucked my clit like a nipple... my ass contracted and I came again.

    An hour and eight orgasms later, I pushed my wonderful stud aside and moaned, "Enough... oh god... enough. You'll kill me. Stop, Baby. Please."

    He let me rest. We drifted off to sleep, our nude bodies touching. Just before sleep claimed me, Royce sighed deeply, "I want to fuck you so badly... can't believe it. Don't know if I can live like this."

    ===========================
    BBC Therapy:

    Six weeks post surgery Royce still had no erectile function although he could now have an occasional orgasm while flaccid. It took effort and intense sexual stimulation. I worked overtime turning myself into the hottest piece of ass any man has ever laid eyes on.

    Royce brought me to numerous intense orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and a set of vibrators he purchased that brought me off like an exploding cannon. For my part, I sucked his cock at least an hour a day, posed in obscene, hot poses and finger fucked my cunt while he jerked on his soft cock. Together, we could make him climax two or three times a week.

    "That's the weirdest feeling, Honey. I never thought a man could cum without getting hard. And I never would be able to without your help."

    In spite of this progress, Royce was becoming more and more despondent with every passing day. His work was suffering because all he could think about was his inability to fuck me, "the way a man should fuck a woman", as he put it. Although I did every thing I could think of to reassure him that things would get better, he sank deeper and deeper into black depression.

    One evening during dinner, I had tried to carry on a conversation, but he was so distraught over his impotence, it was all he could do to just listen to what I was saying.

    "Darling, we've got to face some facts. I may or may not recover erectile function. Even if I do, it may be a long time coming. I can't stand the fact that I know you haven't been fucked now for almost three months... and I know you well enough to know that you want and need a cock inside your pussy... a cock that I can't provide."

    "Darling, listen..."

    "No. It's your turn to listen to me. You need to be fucked regularly and I need to know that that's happening so I won't feel so damn bad. The longer we go without your enjoying a cock, the worse we both feel... especially me. I've reached the limit of my endurance with this. I just can't stand it any longer. I want you to take a lover."

    "I can't do that, Royce! I've never had another man in the 18 years we've been married."

    "But you've looked and wondered and gotten wet, right?"

    "Of course. Just like you've gotten hard looking at other women, but I haven't cheated and neither have you."

    "It wouldn't be cheating. You'd be doing it because I want you to... no, I need for you to do it. Really NEED for you to have someone. I'm going to become totally dysfunctional if this continues. I feel worse and worse every single day."

    "There's no way I could enjoy sex with another man while I know the man I love more than life is home alone suffering. It's impossible."

    "I wouldn't be suffering nearly as much as I am now. As things now stand, thoughts of suicide are occasionally drifting through my head." Royce saw my shock and horror. "No.. no... Don't worry. I would never do that you and to our children. I just told you so you would understand how bad things are for me knowing that because of my condition, you never, ever get to fuck. That's just a terrible burden for any man to bear."

    I considered my husband's comments for at an hour while we watched TV and sipped our after dinner coffee. Abruptly, I asked, "If I were to do it, you would have to know or it wouldn't give you any relief."

    "That's true. You would have to tell me you have a lover who's fucking you. Anything else you wanted to tell me would be up to you."

    "Would you want to know all the hot details?"

    "Yeah. I guess I would. It excites me to think about the fact that someone else will be fucking you. If I weren't impotent, I'm sure it would already have me hard. Does that make you mad?"

    "Not at all... That's make its much easier since I know you will be getting some pleasure out of this situation. We've agreed that we wouldn't tell anyone else of your condition, but I feel like I should tell any potential lover so that he will know that I'm having sex with him only because of your cancer and its side effects and not because I'm not satisfied with my husband."

    "I don't agree. It doesn't matter what he thinks. You and I know the truth, and it would be unbearable for me if he spreads the information about my impotence to others, and you know he will.

    "I guess that's right. All right, we're agreed. I won't tell anyone."

    "So, you're going to do it?"

    "I'm not sure yet. I'm going to consider it, but I'm not agreeing to spread my legs for another man yet. We'll see, and I'll tell you every thing in advance. This is not a one-time, irrevocable decision. If either of us changes our mind, it ends immediately. Agreed?"

    "Ok. Fine. I feel better already. Thank you."

    I had to laugh. "You're probably the only husband in the world so incredibly considerate that he would thank his wife for fucking another man. Now... you've gotten my cunt hot as hell thinking about this stuff. I need you to work me over with that awesome tongue and fuck my slutty cunt with a vibe or your fingers. And I want to make you cum. You know the last time I got you off, I thought you got a partial erection. Did you notice that?"

    "I did. And I loved it... and you. God... you're one woman in a million. This would be unbearable without you."

    Thirty minutes later I was in bed, naked, my knees pulled back against my tits, with a tongue on my clit and my hot husband's fingers inside my cunt. I was screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors. The sheets were already flooded, and my randy stud just kept working on me... making me squirt and squeal.

    RoycesucksStacy.
    My husband couldn’t fuck me, but he could make me
    cum a dozen times on his tongue and fingers.
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    Over the next week, Royce asked me every single day if I had found any men who appealed to me, and every day, I told him that I had not yet decided to do it with another man. After that week, he stopped asking as he became more and more despondent with his inability to achieve an erection sufficiently hard to penetrate me. No one ever tried harder. He did his pelvic exercises as directed, took all the medication, and we worked to bring him to a climax every day.

    As we entered the fourth month since surgery, Royce's urologist suggested he try penile injections of something he called trimix. In this procedure, a mixture of chemicals is self-injected into the base of the penis using a syringe. The chemicals produce an artificial erection independent of sexual stimulation that lasts for something between two to three hours regardless of whether the man reaches orgasm or not. The entire process is chemical having nothing to do with love, excitement, or sex.

    For as long as I've known him, Royce has had an aversion to needles and injections. The idea of sticking a needle into his penis just freaked him out. After a week of procrastination, he agreed to try it. The urologist set up an appointment during which Royce received an hour of instruction about how to inject the chemicals and how much to use. After the lecture, the doctor injected his penis with 0.15 ml of the mixture. This produced a slight swelling of the penis but nothing more. He was advised to increase the dosage 0.05 ml at a time but not go beyond 0.30 ml.

    For days after that visit, I waited patiently for him to try it at home so we could have sex if it worked. At the end of a week, I asked him if he was going to try the injection. He immediately broke into a sweat... even began to tremble at the very thought of doing it.

    Finally, my husband agreed to try even in the face of his long-term, deep-seated fears. After laying out every thing, the alcohol swabs to sterilize the area, the vial containing the chemicals, which had to be kept in the fridge, and the syringe, he sat down at the table naked below the waist. His hands were shaking so badly, he couldn't fill the syringe properly, much less perform the injection.

    "Let me help you, Honey."

    "Thank you. I'm sorry for being such a wimp."

    "Bull Shit! Everyone has some deep, black fear. For some, it's spiders. For you, it's taking shots and now you're being asked not only to inject yourself, but to stick the needle into your penis. That's like asking the person afraid of spiders to lie down in room filled with big, black spiders and let them crawl all over their naked body."

    I filled the syringe with 0.20 ml of the clear liquid, 0.05 ml more than was used ineffectively in the doctor's office. Sitting down in front of my husband, I took his flaccid penis in my hand and sterilized the area. He was trembling. I felt like Torquemada, the grand inquisitor of the infamous Spanish inquisition. I pressed the tip of the needle against his penis, and his body went absolutely rigid. When I pressed the needle into his penis, a grimace creased his face and his shaking increased. Pressing the plunger home, I completed the injection. When I withdrew the needle, my husband slumped in the chair, exhausted and still trembling in the aftermath of what for him was a tortuous ordeal.

    Ten minutes after the injection, Royce had the hardest erection I have ever seen in spite of the fact that he was still trembling. Obviously, his erection had nothing whatsoever to do with sexual excitement. After 15 minutes or so, he had stopped shaking, and my husband fucked me for the first in three months. It was weird. With his unflagging, steel spike erection, he had to be careful not to thrust too hard since it was essentially like ramming a hard, plastic dildo into a woman's vagina.

    Nevertheless, I was so elated to finally feel my husband's cock inside my pussy, I had several orgasms, and Royce climaxed inside me, without ejaculation, of course, since his seminal vesicles had been removed. Ten minutes after our mutual climaxes, we were lying side-by-side in the bed with my husband's cock as hard and rigid as it had been before he had fucked me.

    "Wanna screw me again, Lover? Stick that big thing where it will do some good, Baby!"

    Royce nodded, and I mounted him. "Oh fuck!" I groaned as the sex spike went even deeper in this position. That sounds erotic, but it was so hard there was absolutely no give in his shaft, and it hurt me. I told him we needed to use a position where it wouldn't go so deep. He got on top of me with my legs on the bed, which was much better. I got off twice more before Royce came for a second time.

    After his second climax, the problems began. His penis had now been rock hard for an hour and a half, and it was beginning to hurt, as any muscle would if were in a hard cramp for such an extended period. At the two and a half hour mark, he was in even more pain with an erection that was no different than it had been at the start.

    As we neared the four-hour mark, I drove my husband to the emergency room of the hospital. The doctors told me that any erection lasting four hours is dangerous. They administered an antidote for the chemicals we had injected, and my husband's erection finally abated after four and a half hours.

    Needless to say, after that experience, Royce refused any further injections. Without them, he could not fuck me. Day after day, his depression deepened until it became obvious that I needed to bring actual fucking back into our lives on a regular basis even if the cock fucking me was not my husband's.

    "Darling, I've decided to try to find another man, so I need to discuss this further," I commented after dinner.

    My husband brightened up immediately and smiled for the first time in a week. "I'm glad. Thank you. What do we need to discuss?"

    "We decided several years ago not to have any more children, and now that decision has been made for us in any case. If I'm going to have sex with another man, I most certainly do not want him getting me pregnant. So, with your permission, I'm going to have my tubes tied. That way, there will be no chance of pregnancy, and it will be more pleasurable for all of us. Is that Ok with you?"

    "I agree. I think that's the best plan. Anything else?"

    "I'm still unable to come to grips with fucking another man while you're sitting at home alone. That seems so cruel and so outrageous. How would you feel about having a threesome here in our own home with another man?"

    Now my husband hesitated. Finally, he said, "Being impotent in front of another man while he's fucking you is probably more than I could stand."

    "I know. But what if I find a man who is bi, a man who has empathy for your problem... a man who wants to include you in the sexual fun and try to help. Would that work?"

    "I don't know. A bi guy? I'm not bi. I just don't think it would work."

    "All right, but think about it anyway. I have another idea. We've fantasized and role played many times scenes in which you're a cuck hiding in the closet or some where watching another man screwing me. If we did something like that, I would be getting fucked by another man as you want; you would be getting to enjoy it by watching, and the other man would never know you were in the house. I could tell him that you're out of town or something."

    "I like that idea much better than the bi guy idea. Could we do both? The closet thing and you doing it without me present and then telling me all the hot details?"

    "Maybe. If you can stand to watch another man fucking me, I guess I could stand to have sex alone while you're at home waiting for me."

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    When nothing further happened for nearly two weeks, my husband became more demoralized with each passing day. A night never passed that he didn't slide his tongue into my pussy and bring me to an intense climax as my clit shivered with excitement. But his inability to fuck me and the fact that it had been some time since I had enjoyed the erotic sensation of a cock in my pussy dominated his thoughts to such an extent that it was becoming increasingly difficult to give him an orgasm.

    It was a Friday afternoon, and I was in a photography studio looking for a nice frame for some vacation photos. I was studying the available frames that were hanging on one wall of the studio when I noticed the young black man behind the counter looking at me, more specifically, he was checking out my ass and my tits.

    That would have pleased me in any event since he was about 10 years younger than me, and any 37-year old woman enjoys knowing that a good-looking, 27-year old male likes what he sees. But since I had been looking over men for the past several weeks considering them as possible bed partners, his interest in me was even more exciting than it would have normally been. I could even feel my clitoris becoming stiff with excitement and my inner thighs becoming moist. I wondered if the guy could smell the aroma of my aroused pussy.

    Over the next ten minutes, I gave the guy a real show, first turning sideways so that he could see how just big my 34DD tits looked in profile, and then stretching with my arms well above my head as I reached for one of the frames higher on the wall. From his reflection in the window, I could see that I had his full attention.

    Since he still hadn't approached me, I went further. There were some smaller frames on the bottom shelf of one display case. Instead of bending my knees to retrieve one, I bent over at the waist and took my time deciding on which one I wanted. I knew the position exposed my thighs up to my panties. My clit was now fully hard. I just hoped that he had enough experience with women to realize that I was showing off my body deliberately. When I heard his voice right behind me, I knew he did.

    "Hi, I'm Lance. Can I help you?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

    Without rising up from my erotic position, I looked back and smiled, partially because I saw that his eyes were locked on my thighs and ass, and also because I saw that he was already partially hard. I stood up, turned, and smiled at him. "I'm Stacy. I was just looking for a couple of nice frames for some vacation pictures that I have."

    He nodded and stared openly at my legs and tits. Then, he turned me on still more by saying, "I was afraid that's what you wanted. I was hoping that you had come in to arrange for glamour photos of yourself."

    "Really? You think I look good enough for glamour photos? I'm 37 years old, Lance."

    "I don't care if you're 27, 37, or 47. You're a beautiful woman, and I would love to do you."

    The sexy double entendre sent little shivers up and down my spine. This was not happening the way I had envisioned. I had reluctantly agreed to do this for my husband's peace of mind and had assumed that it would be unpleasant at best, but probably worse. Instead, this black stud was turning me on... a lot. my pussy becoming a swamp to the point I was sure he could now smell my arousal.

    "You'd love to do me, huh? Take glamour photos of me you mean? Maybe in poses like this?” I put my knee up on the table top and slowly pulled my tight dress even higher.

    "Take glamour photos or anything else."

    "I'm married, you know."

    "I saw your rings. That makes you even more beautiful and erotic in my eyes. The store closes in 15 minutes. Is it possible that you're free this evening? We could have dinner and discuss it."

    I knew that this was the moment. A few months earlier, I would have laughed and walked from the store without a moment's thought. But my husband had begged me to see other men so he wouldn't feel so badly about denying me sex. I hesitated, but I knew that my hesitation was just to make me feel better. This young stud was going to fuck me. I spread my legs and made no effort to pull my dress down giving Lance a clear view of my panties. I heard myself lying, "My husband's out of town, so I'm free. I'll go put my packages in my car and meet you outside the store in 15 minutes."

    a3.
    With virtually no cock for months, Lance had me panting in sexual heat.

    Lance smiled, obviously both surprised and pleased with his luck. "Great. There's a bench right outside. I'll wait there if you're late or meet you there if you're early."

    I hurried out to the car, put my two packages in the back seat, and called Royce at home. When he answered, I could hear the lack of interest in his voice, his normal enthusiasm for life and adventure crushed under the weight of his impotency. "Hello, Cosford residence. This is Royce speaking."

    "Hi, Darling. I'm at the mall. I just called to ask if you could get your own dinner tonight."

    Some life came back to my husband's voice. "Sure. No problem. What's going on? Are you all right?"

    "I'm more than just all right, Honey. I've been invited out to dinner by young photographer I met in his studio at the mall. I told him you were out of town."

    "Do you know him?"

    "I just met him, Honey. He's black, about 27, dark-hair, sexy looking. He suggested that I might like to have some glamour shots taken, and we struck up a conversation that led to him asking me out to dinner, if I was free."

    Now my husband's voice took on an entirely different character. I could almost feel his excitement piled on top of mine. "Are you going to... I mean... are you.."

    "Are you trying to ask if I'm going to fuck him?"

    "Oh god, yes! Are you?"

    "No. I'm not going to fuck him, Darling."

    "Oh. You really are just considering some glamour photos then?" His excitement had drained away almost as fast as air in a balloon draining away when stuck with a pin.

    "No, Darling. I'm not just considering photos... I'm thinking about wild sex."

    "I thought you said you weren't going to fuck him?"

    "I'm not, but I'm certain that he's going to fuck me several times before I get home to you. He was already hard, very hard, when we were talking in his studio."

    "Damn... that is so hot! I feel like I'm even getting a little bit erect thinking about it and imagining it. Will you come home and do it here?"

    "Since we haven't arranged a place for you to hide that would be comfortable and pleasant, I think it would be better if I went to his place. Next time, we'll do it at our home. Are you cool with that? Tell me the truth. I can easily call it off."

    "No! Don't do that," he almost shouted. "I'm just so excited by this, I realized that I wanted to watch even though when we discussed this before, I didn't think I would want to."

    "You could listen."

    "What? How?"

    "I just charged my cell phone. It's good for four hours at least. I'll call you when we get to his place and leave the phone on the table with the line open. Charge your cell phone up and be ready. If it gets too much for you to stand, you can hang up. Ok?"

    "Oh hell yes!" The excitement in Royce's voice was now bubbling over and so was the wetness in my pussy.

    "But Royce, I need to warn you. Just listen... don't speak. If you want to change your mind, do it now. I'm not about to tell Lance or any man to stop once he starts fucking me."

    "I understand, and I would never do something like that. I'm sort of insulted that you think I would."

    "I'm sorry. Really. We're just in unexplored territory here, and I'm sort of at sea. Please don't be angry. I couldn't stand that."

    "It's Ok. I'm not angry... just at sea, like you. Now, I've been totally honest like you requested. I need for you to be equally honest with me. Ok?"

    "Ok. I promise."

    "Are you just doing this because I asked you to? Do you think you can enjoy sex with Lance?"

    "Truthfully?"

    "Please."

    "My cunt is dripping right now. So much my panties are soaked and even my thighs are wet. I had never realized how erotic and hot something like this is." I paused and then asked, "I told you the truth... is it going to cost me my husband?"

    "Never! Just wait until I get your sexy ass in bed tonight. I may not be able to get hard enough to fuck you, but I can damn sure make you cum almost as hard as Lance will."

    "Harder, Darling. Much harder. It won't even be close."

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    I told Lance I would follow him to his place so my car would be available when I had to leave. A short time later, I parked in his driveway and got into the passenger seat of his car.

    "What would you like for dinner, Stacy?"

    "That's an easy question, Honey. You."

    "Well, you know damn well what I want to eat."

    "Mmmmmm... then why are we still sitting in your car when I'm sure you have a bed that would be more comfortable and a much better table for what we want for dinner?"

    As soon as we were in the front door, Lance pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard. I returned his kiss with just as much fervor, my hips grinding hard into his now fully erect cock. Just feeling it throb against my mound was more than enough to make my pussy contract in a hard spasm. Briefly, I thought of my poor husband and wished it was his cock rammed against me, hard, and throbbing with need and lust for my cunt. It wasn't but hopefully, this would lead to that in the not too distance future. In the meantime, I was just wild to be fucked by a hard cock... any hard cock, and Lance's big black one would do just fine.

    "God, you feel good," he moaned in my ear, his hands already under my skirt and all over my ass.

    "As good as I may feel to you, Lance, you have no idea how wonderful your hard cock feels to me. My cunt is already throbbing."

    "OOhhhh... I love hearing a woman call it her cunt. That's just drives me wild."

    "When I'm having my period, it's my vagina; when I'm excited, it's my pussy; when a hard-cocked stud is about to fuck me, it's my cunt." I felt Lance's cock lurch against me when I said the word again.

    "Let a girl use the bathroom first, Honey. I won't be long. Promise."

    "Ok, but don't be too long, or I'll go crazy. You can use the bath in the master bedroom. I'll use the facilities in the guest bedroom."

    When I was alone with the door locked, I quickly stripped to down to my sexy black negligee and nearly transparent thong I had worn just in case I found a guy. Of course, I left my heels on. 99 men out of a 100 are turned on by having a woman wear her heels to bed... at least at first. Pulling my thong down, I washed my thighs, the outside of my cunt, my anus, and under my arms. Before pulling my skimpy panties back on, I sniffed them. "Damn," I thought. If that aroma doesn't drive him crazy, nothing will."

    Having readied myself for Lance's bed, I dialed my husband's cell phone. He picked up on the first ring.

    "Hi," he said quietly.

    "Hi, Darling. I'm in the bathroom of the master bedroom. Just finished cleaning up for Lance's bed. I'm going to put my cell on top of my purse and set it by the bed. I'll turn up the volume to maximum. If you do the same, you should be able to hear every thing."

    "Ok. I'm already masturbating thinking about this. I know that's pathetic, but I can't help it. My cock is actually partially hard I'm so turned on."

    "It's NOT pathetic. That's why I'm doing this. Now... last chance, Darling. If I walk out of this bathroom wearing just this transparent negligee, thong, and heels, your wife is going be spending the next several hours with a hard black cock in her cunt. Want to change your mind?"

    "NO... I want Lance to fuck you, and I want you to let yourself go and really enjoy it. I'll be fine. Just enjoy his cock, Honey."

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    I had my cell phone on high. Once more, my wife spoke to me, but this time in a whisper. "I'm putting the purse on the table beside the bed, Darling. Lance is still in the guest bathroom. Can you hear me?"

    "Yes," I answered in a whisper. "Very well."

    "Good. Don't speak again."

    I heard the bed springs squeaking, presumably my wife had mounted the bed and was waiting for her lover. I couldn't keep from stroking my cock. It was only semi-hard, but it felt great anyway.

    "Oh fuck! You look incredible in that black negligee, Stacy. Jesus... can I take some photos of you?"

    "Snap away, Lance, but don't forget why we're here, Honey."

    I heard some shuffling around... then, "Oh god... I knew your tits were big, but I never imagined they were huge like that. I love'em. How big are they?"

    "Just 34, Lance."

    "Yeah... small body but huge jugs. What cup size?"

    "DD"

    I thought I could hear the clicking of a camera, but I couldn't be certain. "Spread your legs wider, Stacy.... yes... like that... Now wider... Open all the way. Oh fuck! Your thong is so thin, I can see your cunt slit through it."

    "You can see it, Baby, because you've got my panties so wet, they're nearly transparent."

    "Take your tits out, Honey."

    "You do it, Lover. I prefer my tits to be taken out by hard-cocked men. You are hard aren't you?"

    "Like stone... Stacy... like stone!"

    "Jezz... your tits feel fantastic... big, hot, sexy. Your nipples are hard, Stacy."

    "That's your fault, Lance.... OOOhhhh... god... your mouth feels so hot... suck them, Stud. Suck meeeeeee..."

    I had the volume turned all the way up. Listening to my wife moan as some guy I had never seen sucked her nipples and made her cunt throb was keeping my cock partially hard. I had gotten some partial erections before, but they didn't last long. This time it did.

    "Lift your sexy ass, Baby, so I can get your panties off."

    "Mmmm...like this?"

    "Yeah... just like that."

    "Like my cunt, Lance? Like the way it's flanged open... see how wet I am. Can you see my clit? It's so hard... erect... throbbing. Can you see it?"

    "Oh yeah... it's big... sticking way out... Spread wide open, Stacy. Wider! Show it to me... Show me your hot, wet cunt, Honey."

    "Am I spread wide enough?"

    "I just gotta suck that. Now!"

    "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH... UUNNGGHHHHHHHHH... oohh yessss... SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! LICK IT, STUD. AAAAHHHHHHH!!"

    I heard a continuous series of grunts and gasps. I could easily picture Lance between my wife's thighs, his head mashed into her sex saddle, swiping his tongue up and down her slit... licking over and around her throbbing clitoris. My wife's shrieks grew louder... and louder... until I could have heard her over my cell phone even if I had been in the next room.

    "DON'T STOP! FOR GOD'S SAKE... DON'T STOP!! I'M CUMINGGGG... OOHHHHHH AAAHH... OOOHHHH I'M FUCKINGGGG CUMMINGGGG!!!"

    The female shrieks and wails I had heard so often filled my bedroom as my wife came in hard spasms somewhere across town in another man's bed.

    "Oohhh please, Honey. Lick me more... more... I'll cum again if you keep licking meeeeeeeeeeeee.... yeesssssssssss!! Like that! AAHHHH... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk... suck it... suck my clit hard... uugghhh... cumming... I cum... cum... ooohhhhhhhhh!!"

    My wife's squeals died down as her second or third orgasm ebbed. Then, suddenly, she howled loudly and began to grunt. I thought Lance had mounted her, but she gasped, "Oh uggh... aahh... oohhh yes... stick your fingers in me... rub on my G-spot... Oh my god! You're right on it!!! RUB MEEEEEEEEEEE... SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

    Once more her loud screams filled the room. I wondered how many times she had cum before he finally let her rest. Again I was mistaken. He had no intension of letting my wife rest.

    "Turn over, Stacy. Get your knees under your body, head on the bed, ass high. Spread your knees. Yeah.. oh YEAH! Like that. God! What an ass! What a cunt! Ever had your ass eaten, Honey?"

    "Yess... do it. Please. Eat my ass," I heard my wife groaning helplessly. Then a moment later, her loud moans and grunts filled the air. "AAAAHHHHH.... stick it all the way innnnnnn, Baby. OOOHhhhhh... that feels fantastic!"

    I thought she probably had her hand between her thighs rubbing her cunt as Lance ate her ass. When she came again, I knew she did.

    "Your turn, Baby. Would you suck me?"

    "Would I? Oh hell yes! After you've gotten me off four times, I'll suck you anytime you want your big black cock sucked. MMMmmmmm... that is big. How big are you, Lance?"

    "Seven and a half inches ... just average."

    "That's a lot bigger than average, Baby. And it's thick and hard as stone. Lay back, Honey, while your hot married slut sucks this big fuck stick."

    "OOOHHHHHhhhh yessss... suck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee... aaahhhhh god... fabulous. Keep sucking it, Baby.”

    For the next ten minutes I listened to Lance moaning. Then, I heard him yell, "You'd better stop, Stacy, or I'll cum in your mouth."

    "That's where you're supposed to cum when a woman sucks your big cock, Honey. Now shut up and shoot that load into my hot mouth, Baby. I promise to swallow all of it."

    For another couple of minutes, the only sounds I could hear was masculine grunts that turned into hot growls of pleasure as he pumped his load down my wife's throat... something that I would never be able to do again with or without an erection.

    "Oh fuck, that was fantastic, Stacy. But you didn't keep your word about swallowing all of my load. You let some of it gush out of your mouth and run down over my balls."

    "I got most of it, Lover. You just shoot too damn big a load for a girl to get all of it. Are you mad at me?" I heard my wife giggling.

    "I'm so mad, I'm going to fuck your sexy ass off as soon as I get hard again."

    "Promises... promises." Again, I heard my hot wife giggling.

    After Lance had cum, I assumed they must have rested because I heard no sounds over the phone except for an occasional squeaking of the bed when someone changed position. Then, gradually I heard moans. At first, I couldn't tell whether it was my wife or Lance moaning. When they grew even louder, it was obvious that it was Lance groaning as my wife sucked his cock back to a firm erection so she could mount him.

    "Oohhh... stop, Stacy. I want to fuck you this time."

    "Too bad, Honey. Me first. I'm going to mount this big hard fuck stick and screw my pussy on it. You ready, Baby?"

    "Get on me, you hot bitch. Stick my cock up your cunt! OH yeah! All the way in, Baby. ALL THE WAY IN!"

    My wife moaned, "You like me riding your big fuck stick reverse cowgirl, Honey? Reach around me and work my clit and tits while I fuck you."

    I knew Stacy was saying all this so I could get a good mental picture of how she was riding Lance's cock. Now that she was mounted on his cock, I could actually hear the bedsprings squeaking each time her ass descended on his rod. Halfway into the hot fucking, the squishing sounds his cock was making each time it plunged into my wife's cunt were audible.

    Stacy began to grunt... then squeal... then scream as her cunt erupted around Lance's cock.

    "I want you on your back, Baby. So I can really pound your cunt."

    "Then put me there, Stud. Put me on my back, shove my legs up, and fuck the shit out of meeeeeeeee!"

    There was some more sounds as Lance got my wife on her back and I knew the instant he rammed his cock into her cunt.

    "GGGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.... UUUHGGGGGGGGGGGGG... OH GOD... WHAT A COCK! ... FUCK ME WITH IT! SCREW MY CUNT, LANCE. FUCK IT.. OHHHH YES... FUCK ME FUCK ME HARD, BABY!"

    More masculine grunts of pleasure came over the phone. "UGH! UGH! UGH! TAKE IT, STACY! UGH! UGH! UGH! TAKE MY COCK, BABY. TAKE MY COCK UP YOUR HOT CUNT HOLE! UGH! UGH! UGH! GONNA SHOOT... GONNA SHOOT... GONNA CUM IN YOUR CUNT... HOPE YOU'RE ON THE PILL."

    "I'M NOT, BUT DON'T STOP. DON'T YOU DARE STOP! SHOOT THE LOAD INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEE.... CUM IN ME. BREED ME, STUD. CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

    Male and female screams filled my ears. I could almost see my wife's body jerking in repeated orgiastic spasms as the throbbing male shaft pumped her hard and then drove deep... male buttocks clenching as hard, short strokes hammered in and out of her cunt as the cum fired in thick gushes up against her womb.

    I came at the same time as they did. I was stunned... absolutely stunned and incredibly elated.

    They took a break and apparently had a late dinner of some kind. It was almost an hour before I heard them in the bedroom again.

    "Doggie fucking time," I heard Lance order.

    "Like this, Stud? Is my ass high enough?"

    "No. Get it higher."

    "Better? Are my knees wide enough apart, Lover? Can you see my hot cunt and ass holes?"

    "Oh yes... and I'm going to fuck both of them."

    "Do it, Stud. Don't talk about it. Fuck my holes."

    Stacy's deep groan told me when Lance's cock was going into her. I just didn't know which one of my wife's sex holes he was in. My wife let me know immediately.

    "Oh yeah... Cunt fuck me, Lance. Fuck my hot married cunt hole, Stud... ugh aaahhh...aaaahhh.. in... in... innnnn... fuck it innnnnnnnnn!"

    He pumped her steadily for ten minutes. My wife reached another orgasm in about half that time was rising toward another one when I heard Lance yell, "Ass fucking time, Stacy. Hold your cheeks apart... Open your hot ass, Honey."

    My wife yelled loudly when Lance rammed it into her ass. This time I didn't think it was just to let me know it was now up her ass. I was pretty certain her yell was because of a mixture of pleasure and pain. After her first yell, she moaned continuously as Lance pumped her ass. I could hear the bed springs groaning and squeaking he was ramming her so hard.

    Suddenly, without warning, Stacy exploded in a wild orgasm... screaming... squealing... cursing the man whose prick was buried in her ass... howling that she was cumming... then groaning as the intense sensations spread throughout her cunt and belly. I could easily picture Lance ramming her with hard steady strokes.

    My wife was still moaning when Lance growled, "Here it comes, you hot Slut. Big cum load going innnnnnnnnnnnnn!" He grunted the way a man always grunts when he ejaculates a big load inside a woman.

    LanceFucksStacy.
    The black stud fucked everyone of my holes and
    made me cum over a dozen times.

    Gradually, things became quiet. Finally, my wife said, "That was an incredible fucking, Honey. I loved it, but I've got to get home. My husband usually calls about this time and I can't be out too late or he will get suspicious.
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    Royce was naked when I entered our bedroom. That was a good sign, but I was still very nervous about my hot and totally slutty behavior with Lance. "Does this dirty slut still have the man she loves with all her heart as a husband?" I asked struggling to keep my voice steady.

    For an answer, my wonderful husband pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard. "Always and for as long as you'll have me." he said softly and with passion.

    I kissed him back and then literally ripped off my clothes until I was as naked as he was. "Tell me the truth. Was it exciting or just awful for you? Please don't lie." I was thrilled when I heard my husband's response.

    "I listened to every word. I masturbated twice... came each time... and here's the best part. When I came, I got hard. I mean really hard! It didn't last long, but I was hard, Honey. Really hard. I just can't thank you enough."

    "Yes you can. You can start by going down on my cum-filled cunt, cleaning me out and making me cum so many times I faint. Then you can stick your cock into my mouth and let me suck it for however long it takes to make it get hard and cum."

    I laid on the bed, spread my legs wide open, and pointed at my gaping cunt hole that was still red and swollen from the intense fucking Lance had giving it for three hours. "Please, Honey. Eat me and show me that you still love your dirty whorish wife."

    Over an hour later, Royce was still between my thighs licking my pussy, my labia, my throbbing, engorged clitoris, my buttocks, my anus, and then as deep inside my vagina as his tongue would go. Lance was good, but nothing... absolutely nothing compared to the stud I had between my legs now. Lance got me fresh and made me cum maybe 10 times. Royce got me after Lance had nearly exhausted me but he still got me off 7 or 8 times. It would have been more except I was begging him to stop.

    When he did, I pushed him back, bent over his cock, and began to suck as I fingered my clitoris. After a while, Royce began to spank my ass as I sucked him. Amazingly, I came again... then again. Suddenly, my husband held onto my head and began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt it swelling a little... then a little more... he began to grunt ... I love the sound my husband makes when he's going to cum... just before his cock went into hard spasms, it got hard... nearly as hard as it had gotten before surgery. Then he came. When I pulled my mouth off his still twitching, semi-hard organ, we were both laughing and crying at the same time.

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    Surrogate Cocks:

    For the next week, we frequently talked about my first-time extra marital sexual encounter with Lance. I described in great detail how he fucked and sucked me... how deep he went when he ass fucked me and how much of his cum load I was able to swallow. While I had Royce's cock in my mouth, he would tell me what he felt, how excited it got him to listen, and how hard he had gotten when he had cum.

    Royce was elated with his new-found ability to get hard just before climax when I sucked him or he masturbated. Unfortunately, if we reached that point and tried to fuck, he could sometimes penetrate me, but his erection would not last sufficiently long to bring either of us to orgasm. Nevertheless, it was progress.

    Almost two weeks had passed since Lance had fucked me, and we had gone over every detail of that encounter several times. I knew Royce wanted me to do it again, and truthfully, so did I. That was my problem. Every time I thought about letting another man fuck me, I got wet and hot ... so hot that I felt ashamed. My husband was struggling to overcome the awful side effects of his cancer surgery and here I was getting wet and hot over the thought of spreading my legs for another man.

    On the other hand, Royce's erectile capabilities had improved when he had gotten so wildly excited listening to Lance screwing me. If we could continue to make incremental improvements like that, it seemed very possible for my husband to recover full potency after several more months or so. In addition, his mental outlook had also improved significantly after Lance had fucked me.

    After considering all this, I concluded that I needed to continue seeing other men until my husband recovered sufficiently to make that unnecessary. As I walked into the kitchen to start dinner, I was wondering if any other woman in history had ever been able to convince herself that she was spreading her legs and fucking other men because her husband needed her to do so.
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    It was already after 7 PM when I called Royce.

    "Hello," came my husband's voice over the phone.

    "Hi, Darling. I'm sorry I should have called earlier. I'm really sorry."

    "That's ok. What's going on? Your car's in the garage so I assumed you were out with one of your friends."

    "No... I'm out, but not with one of my friends. I took a cab and went to the mall shopping. Before coming home, I decided to stop by Jake's Lounge."

    "Why? You don't drink... not even beer."

    "Well... you've been asking me when I was going to see Lance or someone else again. And there's a lot of guys at Jake's. So, I thought I would just stop by, play a game of pool, maybe dance with someone... see what happens."

    "Oh shit... I wish you had told me."

    "I know. I should have. Are you furious?"

    "No... I'm not mad at all. Just disappointed that I didn't get to enjoy the erotic thoughts about what you might be doing."

    "I realized that later... that's why I'm calling now so you can."

    "Fuck! Tell me! What's happening?"

    "I played a couple of games of pool and I really should have worn a longer skirt... you know how you have to sometimes lean way over the table to reach the cue ball..." I heard my husband moan at the mental image. I hoped it was exciting him... making his cock get hard.

    "Go on," he said.

    "Well, this one young guy... Erik... he's 22. He really liked to view from behind when I bent over the table. I did it several times when we played. It wasn't long until I felt his hand between my thighs every time I bent over. When I didn't stop him, he did more."

    "What? What did he do... please... tell me," Royce said, almost moaning with excitement.

    "He moved his hand onto the crotch of my panties and felt my cunt. At the time, I was bent over the table with one leg up off the floor to let me reach the cue ball. I just looked back at him without moving my body and smiled. He grinned and told me to spread my legs wider."

    "Ooohhhhh god!" my husband gasped.

    "I spread wider, Honey, and he slipped his fingers under my panties. I pushed back against his hand and two of his fingers slid into my pussy. He finger fucked me right there while I laid over the pool table."

    "Ooohh my god."

    "Are you masturbating?"

    "Yesss!"

    "Is it hard?"

    "Partially... harder than usual. Did anyone see him finger fucking you?"

    "The two guys who were waiting on the table. They both moved around behind me so they could see him doing it."

    "Could they see much?"

    "No. Not at first. I heard one of them tell Erik to move a little to the side so they could see him doing it to me."

    "Did he move?"

    "Oh yes. He not only moved, Darling, he pulled my panties over my ass exposing my cunt completely. Then he finished finger fucking me and making me cum while the other two men watched him doing it to your wife."

    "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck! Are all three of them black guys?”

    “No. Just Erik. The other two men are both white… well built… about 25 or 30. And speaking of fucking, Honey..."

    "Yes? Is one of them going to fuck you?"

    "One of them already has, Honey. We went back to his apartment around 6 PM. He's been fucking me for the last two hours. At 22, he can get it up over and over. I'm afraid your slutty wife already has two huge loads of cum in her cunt and another in her belly."

    “Which one is fucking you?”

    “The black stud, of course. He fingered me to orgasm so he gets to fuck me. Black guys seem to really get off on married white pussy.”

    “How about you? Do you get off on black cock?”

    “I must. I cum every time he puts his cock in me.”

    "Are you coming home now?"

    "No. Erik had to use the bathroom, so I called you.

    "What's going to happen now?"

    "Erik's going to screw me again, probably two or three more times, Honey."

    "Are you naked?"

    "No. Erik made me leave my heels on. He told me loves fucking married women when they're wearing heels and nothing else. I'm lying on the bed waiting for him come back and fuck me again. While I'm waiting, I'm got my legs open and I'm rubbing my clit. I can't help it, Darling. He has me so damn hot. He told me that I'm to be on my knees, head on the bed, ass high in the air, and holding my cunt open for him when he comes back."

    "Can I listen?"

    "I'll leave my cell phone on like last time. Gotta stop. He's coming out of the bathroom now."

    "Are you getting onto your knees, ass up in the air?"

    "Yes. Ass is up, Honey. Head down. Holding my cunt open for him. Gotta go. Don't talk any more," I whispered.

    --------------------------------

    It was very similar to when I had listened to Lance screwing Stacy. The only difference was Erik was 22 and could get it up again and again. And judging from the loud thuds his body made when he thrust into Stacy and her shrill shrieks, he fucked my wife much harder and faster than Lance had.

    At one point, Stacy moaned, "Ooohhhh you're killing meeeeeee... oohhh fuckkkkk!!" And then moments later: "I'M CUMMING! Fuck me harder, Erik. Ram my cunt, Baby...aaahhhh... shit... Give it to meeeeeeee!!

    AAHHH… Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming again… keep fucking meeeeeeee!”

    That was more than I could take. I had been stroking my cock for an hour and as my wife's orgasm exploded, so did mine. Erik was pounding his hard cock into my wife's cunt firing in his load, and my hard cock was jerking in orgasm.

    The fucking continued until past midnight. Around 11 PM, I heard Erik announce, “Ass fucking time, Stacy. Mount me. Put it in your hot ass!”:

    About a minute later, I heard my wife moan, “AAahhhh fuck! You’re so damn big! UUnnggh… Aahhh yesss! It’s going up my ass, Baby. Innnn…. It’s going innnn! You’re fucking my married ass, Lover. Do you like it? Is my ass tight enough?”

    “Hot, tight fuck hole! Take it, you hot slut… Take my black cock!”

    “Oh yeah! I’m taking it… Aaahhhh god… I can feel you balls against my cunt… Fuck me, Lover! FUCK ME!”

    It was so hot and erotic that I actually began to get a partial erection again. As my wife’s moans grew louder, I began to jack off again even though I couldn’t get fully hard. When she came for the fourth time, I had my second orgasm of the evening even though I had almost lost my erection at that time.

    ErikFuckStacy'sCunt. ErikAssfucksStacy3.
    The black stud screwed my wife for hours making her scream
    and howl in a dozen or more orgasms.

    Finally, after another hard, deep reaming, I heard Stacy groan, "Enough, Honey. Enough. I can't take any more, and I have to go to work in the morning. I need for you to drive me home. It's too late for me to get a cab."

    A bit later, my wife spoke over the cell. "He's getting his car keys, Darling. I'll be home in about 20 minutes. Raise the garage door, and I'll come in through the kitchen."

    Breaking the connection, I did as my wife had instructed. After 20 minutes, there was still no sign of Stacy. I waited another five minutes and then I heard sounds coming from the garage.

    Turning out the kitchen lights, I quietly opened the connecting door to the garage and peeked in. Erik had my wife bent over my work table fucking her from behind.

    Stacy's skirt was up around her waist, and her blouse was open allowing her big tits to hang down. Obviously, she had lost her bra and panties hours before, maybe while she was bent over the pool table. The table was so high, she was having to stand on tip toes. Each time the big cock plowed into her cunt, her tits bounced. When I looked in, they were already swinging back and forth as the stud fucked her.

    By the time he shot another load into my wife, I had my cock out and jacking off again. Even though I had just come 30 minutes previously, I still got partially hard.

    When my wife entered the bedroom, she found me naked on the bed, still jacking a semi-hard erection.

    "Did you watch him fucking me?"

    "Yeah... it was the wildest thing I've ever seen."

    "Oh Baby. Your cock looks like it's hard enough to get into me. As stretched and as wet as I am, I think we can fuck."

    "Let's try. I've never had sloppy seconds before."

    "And you still won't, Lover. If you can get into me, you will be getting sloppy sevenths though. He fucked me a dozen times and shot seven cum loads into your slutty wife. Want me on top or bottom, Stud?"

    "Get on your back."

    As my husband mounted me and moved between my open legs, I silently prayed he could penetrate me, not because I needed even more sex, but because it would be wonderful for his masculine ego and self image. As his hips moved forward, I lifted my legs, and grasped his semi-hard cock. He was nervous and as a result, his erection began to fade.

    I didn't wait a second longer. Keeping my hand wrapped around the shaft to keep him stiff, I shoved the head inside my wet, gaping sex hole and rammed my hips upward at the same time. It wouldn't have worked if I hadn't been so stretched open and my pussy so totally lubricated with Erik's copious cum loads. But it was, and my husband's cock sank into me for the first time in almost five months, not counting the time with the artificial injection.

    "AAAAHHHHHHHHHH... That's what I want, Darling. You feel fantastic in me. Fuck your hot whore wife, Lover. Pump me hard!"

    I didn't have to tell him twice. As he fucked me, I kept up a constant string of sexual obscenities... "AAAA shit, you're just fucking huge, Baby. I love it... fuck my hot hole with that prick... oh god damn... Erik and Lance should take lessons from you, Stud. STICK MEEEEEEE... HARD... I'M CUMMINGGG.... OOOHHHH MAN AM I EVER CUMMINGGG... GGGHAAAAAAAAAA!!"

    It only took my man a couple of minutes to reach an orgasm inside my pussy and even less for him to make his wife cum. Even half-hard and under ridiculous pressure, Royce was a better fucker than either Lance or Erik. And as a lover, neither Lance nor Erik was in his league.

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    Although Royce's erectile function continued to slowly improve over the next three weeks, it was still insufficient to penetrate me. Our only success remained the evening he had seen Erik fucking me in the garage after listening to him giving it to me over the phone for a couple of hours prior to that.

    We continued to try the most erotic things either of us could invent. I would dress in a hot outfit with my tits, ass, and pussy all on display and masturbate with my fingers and a vibrator in front of him while he jerked off watching me. As before, he would get hard for 15 seconds or so before he came and for an equal time afterwards, but that was not enough to permit him to penetrate and fuck me.

    We also tried bondage games... both ways... first with me in bondage spread wide open and then with him tied while I stroked and sucked his cock. I would bring him right to the edge when he would get hard... then stop and let his erection subside while he pleaded with me. I spanked his ass when he pleaded. Then I would do it again... and again ... and again so that I got him hard repeatedly hoping this would speed his recovery. Of course, I finally let him cum while I sucked his cock. He came hard even though he could no longer ejaculate.

    After three weeks, it was apparent that I needed to continue seeing other men. Over the following two weeks, four men fucked me while Royce listened over to the phone on three occasions. Lance was one of the men who banged me, again in his apartment like the first time. The other three were new guys. One of them was Jackson, another black guy who picked me up at Jake's. He took me out to his SUV and screwed me three times, twice in my cunt and once in my ass. Since Royce didn't get to listen that time, we spent three hours in bed that evening with me telling him all the hot, dirty details as I masturbated him.

    The third man was a shoe clerk who got hot when I let him see my cunt while he fitted me with different heels. I played with his erection with my bare foot until he was about to shoot off in his pants. At that point, I asked him if he wanted me to make him cum in his pants or would he prefer to follow me home and fuck me in my marriage bed. It really wasn't a hard decision for him to make. He was the first new white guy to get his cock into my cunt since I had been married. He was so turned on, his cock just hard and stayed hard. He was fucking me almost continuously for four hours. I think he pumped five huge cum loads into me, and I lost track of my orgasms.

    I met the fourth man in the Marriott Lounge. He was a visiting businessman, married and cheating on his wife. He was my first married lover, which was something that I hoped would really excite my husband. That turned out to be right... he managed to fuck me when I returned from the Marriott with two loads of married semen and sperm in my pussy.

    a5.
    Although I told myself I was just fucking other me to help Royce, I found myself loving every fucking
    I was getting. I had never
    had so many orgasms.

    As we entered the seventh month of his impotency, I decided we needed to change tactics. After dinner, I told my husband my idea.

    "Honey, I've been seeing other men for several months now. Which time was the hottest for you? The one that gave you the hardest erection?"

    Royce thought for awhile as he mentally pictured each of my liaisons. Finally, he said, "When I saw Erik giving it to you in the garage bent over my work table after I had been listening to him fucking you earlier for over two hours."

    "That's what I think too. Obviously, actually seeing me being fucked is a huge turn on for you and for me. I think we need for you to be present when I see other men. It could really speed up your recovery."

    I could see Royce hesitating even though I knew he desperately wanted to watch. He was fearful that my lovers would make snide remarks about his impotence. "At first, you could watch secretly and then later join and help the guy fuck me and make me cum.

    My husband gave that some thought, nodded, and said, "Ok. Let's try it. Damn, I hope it works!"

    -----------------------------
    Voyeur

    Our first opportunity to try out the new plan came several days later. After picking out a new, sexy outfit at the mall, I decided to stop at the Marriott Lounge again to see if Royce and I could get lucky.

    Sometimes all the men do is peek at my exposed legs and stare like little boys at my big tits. I have never understood why men do that. If they want to have sex with a woman, they ought to be mature enough to approach her and ask. Sitting off to one side and staring will certainly not get them between the woman's legs unless she's a hooker. At least half of the time, the lounges in upscale hotels were filled with nothing but shy men peeking at my legs.

    But on this particular afternoon, one of the men was cut from a very different mold. He was black, which always seemed to add extra excitement for my husband, very handsome, trim and powerfully built, and extremely confident. He oozed masculinity. I noticed him immediately when I entered. He watched me walk across the lounge to the bar, his eyes locked onto my face instead of my tits and ass. When I returned his stare, he didn't look away, but smiled broadly. He was so bold, so masculine, I looked away first... like a shy school girl.

    I hadn't been at the bar for more than a minute before he was at my side. "I hope you aren't offended by my staring at you. It's very hard for a man not to stare at a woman as beautiful and as alluring as you. I'm Grant, Grant Marteson. May I know who you are?"

    I had recovered enough from my silly display of shyness to answer the man. "I'm Stacy, Stacy Cosford."

    "And I see that Stacy Cosford is married... at least she's wearing a wedding ring."

    "I am, and I see that Grant Marteson is also married judging from his ring."

    "Touché. Does Mr. Cosford know that Mrs. Cosford is here in the lounge looking drop-dead gorgeous?"

    "No, he has no idea. And how about Mrs. Marteson?"

    "She thinks I'm here on business, which I was, but that was finished at noon today. She doesn't expect me home until sometime tomorrow."

    "In that case, it seems that we both have a free afternoon."

    "So it would seem. Personally, I would like to spend my free afternoon with you... more accurately fucking you. Interested?"

    "Yes," I answered frankly, never taking my eyes from his. "That's why I came here... hoping to find an attractive, sexy man who does more than just look."

    "I do a lot more than just look. Shall we go up to my room?"

    "If you like, but I thought you might prefer the thrill of fucking me in my bed... the one I share with my husband. I won't even change the sheets after you fuck me."

    Grant stared at me, and whispered, "You're not only beautiful and sexy, you're one incredibly hot, erotic woman. That's the best offer I've had in years. I love fucking white women… especially white, married women. My car or yours?"

    "Both... that way you'll have a way back to the hotel. Shall we?"

    "Absolutely."

    We walked out of the lounge together, Grant's arm around me. Once we were in the parking lot, he stopped. "Do I need condoms?" he asked.

    "Not unless you want to use them. I like the feel of a bare cock inside me."

    "I hope you realize that I intend to spend all afternoon fucking you, Stacy. What time does your husband come home?"

    "He never gets home before 6 PM... think four hours will be enough time for me to satisfy your hard cock?"

    "Maybe... If not, I'll call my wife and tell her the meeting is going to take an extra day and spend all day tomorrow enjoying your hot body."

    "Mmmmmmmmmmm... how do you know I'm hot. Some sexy-looking women aren't very good in bed... or so men tell me."

    "Good point. I think I should find out first."

    A moment later, Grant pulled me between two cars and wrapped his arms about me. His mouth crushed against mine, and I heard him groan when I opened my mouth wide to accept his tongue. After he had explored inside my mouth, I returned the favor. As soon as he began kissing me, my hips began coital movements against his cock.

    "Hot Bitch... that's wild!" His hands moved under my skirt to my panties. "You're wet," he whispered into my mouth. "Hot, wet, cunt."

    "Go inside my panties... do me," I groaned.

    "Jezzz...!"

    "What? Don't you like the way my cunt feels, Honey?"

    "I love it... but your clit is really big. I can feel it throbbing under my fingers. I bet you cum like a cannon when a man works your big clit."

    My hips thrust back and forth in fuck motions. "Work it, Lover. Work it... please. Make your white slut cum and you’ll see how hard I cum."

    "Someone's coming this way."

    "I don't give a shit... work my clit, Grant. Make me cum right in front of them so they’ll know that you’re going to fuck me." I felt his cock lurch and throb when I said that.

    "If I don't stop now, they're going to see me finger fucking you. Ohhh shit. Too late. They've seen us."

    "Ooohhhh god," I moaned, my body trembling in sexual heat. "Lift my skirt so they can get a better view."

    "You're the hottest, wildest woman I've ever been with. My god, if you were my wife, I'd be screwing you three times a day."

    "You'll have to wait until we get to my bedroom to fuck me, Lover. Right now, just show those other men my hot ass. Let them see you finger fucking me."

    I felt my skirt being pulled up in back. When it reached my waist, Grant whispered, "They're both rubbing their cocks. They want me to pull down your panties."

    "AAAAahhhhh... yes! Pull them down... hurry. I'm about to cum!"

    Grant pushed my panties down my thighs. One hand worked between my thighs on my throbbing clit and inside my vagina. The other hand pulled my ass cheeks apart so the men could see him doing it to me.

    “Oh fuck! Can you guys see his fingers inside my cunt and rubbing my clit? OOOhhhhh yess! He’s in me… doing it to me… Oohhhh... I'm gonna cummm... do me harder... aaahhh.. aaahhhh... aahhhh... cumming... I'm fucking cumminggg!" Both men were stroking their erections as my orgasm exploded.

    ----------------------------

    Grant followed close behind on the drive home. I kept a close eye on his car to be certain I didn't lose him on the way. My pussy was throbbing too hard to risk that.

    Using one hand, I punched in my husband's cell phone number. When he answered, I breathlessly told him about Grant finger fucking me to an orgasm while two other men watched and jacked off. "He's following me home right now. No way, he's gonna wait until you arrive to fuck me, but he's already said he's going to spend the entire afternoon screwing me, and maybe stay over tomorrow as well. Can you get away from the office? I hope so."

    "Oh hell yes! I'll leave immediately. What's the plan?"

    "He's going to fuck me in our bed. I've left the patio curtains open enough for you to see in or you can come in through the utility room door in the kitchen and go into the master bath through the hallway door. That'll give you a perfect view of your wife being fucked. If he decides to use the bathroom, you can just exit to the hallway and wait there until we're back in bed."

    -------------------------

    It took me 20 minutes to make the trip to our house. I knew that Grant would probably already be fucking Stacy before I got home, but that would make it even easier to get into the master bathroom without being heard. Once he got his cock into her hot cunt, he wouldn't know it if two elephants came into the bedroom.

    I heard them moaning as soon as I entered the house through the utility room door. "OOohhh yesss... Baby. That feels so damn good. Lick me... work my big clit, Grant. Make it cum, Baby... MAKE IT CUM!"

    "Get in 69 position, Honey. Suck my cock while I work your cunt and clit."

    "Mmmmmm... you're a big boy, Grant. How big is this beautiful black cock?"

    "Nine and half inches... almost ten. In fact, it probably is ten inches you’ve got me so fucking hard!"

    "Oh fuck! That's gonna stretch me, Baby... Let me suck it... mmmmmm... yessss!"

    When I peeked around the open bathroom door, I saw my wife kneeling in front of Grant. His pants were down around his thighs and he was pumping a huge black cock in and out of her mouth. Each time he thrust inward, my wife grunted. He was gradually increasing the depth of his thrusts until Stacy began to gag slightly Finally, his balls were slapping my wife's chin every time he mouth fucked into her. I could even see her throat bulging outward from the thick shaft.

    "I want to suck your cunt at the same time, Stacy," he groaned. A moment later, the couple was in the 69 position with my wife on top sucking his absolutely rigid cock. I envied him... a lot. She had her legs open to allow Grant to get at her cunt, which he was in the process of licking and sucking. One of Stacy's legs was bent at the knee, her high heel jerking back and forth as her pussy throbbed under Grant's tongue.

    "Oohhh do it harder, Honey. I'm almost there... suck meeeeeeeee!!"

    I now had my cock out and surprisingly, I was already semi-hard just from watching the hot scene on our bed. When my wife howled in orgasm, I began jacking off and very quickly got even harder. I still was not fully erect, but it was close... closer than I had ever gotten this quickly since the surgery.

    "What a hot cunt!" Grant groaned. "I've just got to fuck it... NOW!" He quickly reversed their positions and got behind Stacy. Pushing her onto her back, he shoved her legs high in the air to give him access to her now-throbbing cunt. Adjusting his cock at her opening, he asked, "Ready, Bitch? Ready to be fucked?"

    "Oohhh god yessss.... Stick it in me! Fuck me!" my wife howled as she jerked her legs even higher and spread them as wide as possible.

    "UUNNGGGHHHHHH!" she howled as he drove into her cunt and thudded with masculine authority into her womb. Grant hammered stroke after fuck stroke into her hole. Each time, the big head pushed her womb further and further back to make room for his swollen, jerking shaft.

    When I saw my wife's hips wildly ramming back against her lover and heard her grunting with each stroke, "OOUUPPFF! OOUUPPFF! OOUUPPFF! OOUUPPFF! OOUUPPFF!", my cock surged to full erection.

    After seven and a half months with no full erection, I felt like I had just won the lottery. It was all I could do to remain quiet. Silently, however, I was moaning, "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!"

    "Hot fuck Bitch!" I heard Grant yell. My cock jerked and throbbed in response. "Take it, Stacy. Are you sure it's safe to unload in your cunt?" he gasped, struggling to hold his load until my wife answered.

    If he was hot before he asked, he became a raving wild man after he heard her answer. "I'm not on the pill, Stud... but I want that big load up my cunt! Shoot it in! Pump me full, Baby. BREED ME!"

    "OH SHIT! HERE IT COMES, YOU HOT SLUT! UP YOUR HOT CUNT!"

    Even from my position in the bathroom, I could see his buttocks clenching as he fired one huge stream after another deep into my wife's waiting cunt. She exploded in her own orgasm after Grant had fired in two streams. As the last four entered her, her pussy was throbbing in hard spasms about his shooting prick. Just as Grant pumped in the last of his load, my cock joined them in a hard orgasm... of course, I couldn't ejaculate, but my orgasm was incredibly hard and my cock was like stone as I exploded.

    "My god," I thought. My wife's plan was working. I knew... absolutely knew... that without her, I would still be a totally impotent eunuch... maybe for the rest of my life.

    They rested for a half hour or so, laughing and playing around on the bed. After a bit, Grant got up to use the facilities, and I beat a hasty retreat into the utility room where I stayed until I heard them in bed again.

    "How many women have you fucked since you've been married, Grant?" I heard my wife ask.

    Grant evaded the question. "I haven't counted."

    "Come on. Don't give me that stuff. Every man counts the cunts he's fucked. Which one is mine?"

    I saw Grant grin at my wife. "Really want to know?"

    "I asked, didn't I?"

    "You did. Get one me and ride my cock, Baby, and I’ll tell you.”

    “AAAaahh fuck, you’re big… Oooouuu… it’s going inn. Do you like my hot, wet pussy around your cock, Stud?”

    “What do you think,” Grant husked as his hips drove upward.

    “Oh shit YES! You’re fucking me again. Give it to me, Honey. Fuck my cunt, Lover.”

    “Your cunt is notch number 22 on my sex gun, Baby."

    "Hot, randy Stud," she hissed as her hips pumped even faster. "I'm not going to ask you where I rank among those 22."

    "That's not a problem, Stacy. You're Number 1... Number Uno... You're easily the hottest women I've ever been with. I don't see how your husband can still be alive. If he were here, I would tell him he's the luckiest man I know. Your cunt is so wet…so damn tight!”

    “Mmmmm… that’s your fault, Lover. Fuck me harder. Make me cum.”

    I smiled to myself from my hiding place in the bathroom. I was really beginning to like Grant... even if he was fucking my wife.

    "Now it's my turn, and I expect honesty. How many men have fucked you since you've been married, Stacy? And don't tell me you don't know. Women count too."

    "We most certainly do. I'm afraid you win the contest though. You're number six, and I love the way you fuck me and eat my hot cunt. Ooohhh … fuck me harder, Lover. I’m about to cum!”

    "My wife has her suspicions that I've played around. How about your husband? Does he suspect? My bet is that he doesn't have a clue. Husbands never think that their wives have any interest in enjoying another cock in their pussies."

    “I’m cumming…. Oohhhh shit…. So good. Don’t stop… DON’T STOP… FUCK ME!”

    Grantmounsmywife. StacySucksandRidesGrant.
    I managed to get partially hard and jack off watching the
    hung black stud fucking my wife.

    Stacy continued to moan for over a minute as Grant machine gunned his shaft with deep, hard strokes all the way through her climax. As her moans ebbed, he continued to fuck her slowly. “Well? Does hubby know you like black cock?”

    "I'm pretty sure that my husband suspects I've not been totally faithful, but if he does suspect, he hasn't said anything. Does your wife fuck around?"

    "Naw. Sort of wish she did, but she's way too conservative to even consider spreading her legs for another man."

    I could see Stacy doing her best to suppress her laughter.

    After another 10 minutes of sexy chat, Grant pulled my wife close and kissed her. "Suck me, Honey, before I pump another big cum load into your hot pussy."

    "Stand by the side of the bed, Lover, and let me suck that big whang that way."

    My cock began to harden again as I watched Stacy sucking him. Her cheeks bulged as he fucked her mouth. Then again, I could see her the bulge entering her throat as Grant pushed his organ all the way down her gullet. As he fucked her mouth, the bulge in her throat moved up and down. It was so damn erotic to watch that, my cock got half hard and stayed that way even though I had just cum a short time before. Stacy had her hand between her thighs finger fucking and rubbing her big clit as she deep throated her lover.

    With her taking his entire cock on every thrust, it only took Grant a few minutes to get iron hard again... again I was envious. He promptly lifted my wife onto the bed on her side and put one leg onto his should. The position completed opened her wet, cum-filled vagina for his cock.

    "Fuck me, Honey. I can see your reflection in the mirror as you screw me."

    "Hot, randy slut," he moaned as he pressed his cock against her waiting opening. As wet as her cunt was, my wife took his entire shaft into her vagina on the first thrust. Grant fucked her steadily ramming into her harder and harder with each stroke. Throwing her head back, she began to moan as her pussy accepted his rod again and again. The position allowed me to see her swollen, throbbing clit. The harder he fucked her, the harder her clit throbbed until it was literally dancing between her wide spread cunt lips.

    "AAAWWWWWWWWW... I'm cumming, Grant... you're making me cummmmmmm.... AAAWWWWWW.... can you feel my cunt throb, Lover... unnghhhh... oohhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

    I could see it throbbing. I was jacking off faster now. Even though my cock wasn't fully hard again, it still felt fantastic. I had the urge to join them... to try to fuck my wife. I thought I was hard enough to get into her, but not being sure, I decided to stay hidden.

    Grant fucked Stacy for a good 20 minutes before he knew that he was close to cumming. She had already cum twice since mounting his cock and appeared to me to be close to another orgasm.

    "I can't hold it much longer, Babe. Need to shoot."

    "Don't hold it, Lover. Shoot it into me!"

    "On your back, Honey. I want to be on top so I can really ram you when I cum."

    Quickly, my wife rolled over onto her back. She lifted her legs elevating her cunt into female fucking position. "I'm ready, Lover. Get on me. Get in me! Fuck me like a hot whore, Grant. Then pump that big cum load into me!"

    I watched, my hand pumping my cock, as Grant moved between my wife's raised legs and thrust his hips deep into her sex saddle. Shoving his hands under her ass to hold her in position, Grant nailed his throbbing cock into her hot cunt.

    "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... YESSS!!! FUCK MY HOT CUNT, STUD!"

    "UGH! UNNGGHH! UUGGHH! TAKE IT, STACY! OOOHHH SHIT... I'M GONNA SHOT... UUUGGHHHHHH.... CUMMING IN YOU... I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOUR HOT CUNT HOLE, HONEY!"

    a6.
    Watching Grant screw my wife got me harder than I been since surgery.

    As Grant fired in his load, my cock throbbed in orgasm for a second time. It was a record for me since surgery.

    Grant was true to his word. He stayed until 5:30 PM when my wife told him he had to leave as her husband would be home soon. Even though he had fucked Stacy five times, he dressed reluctantly. My naked wife walked him to the door. When they reached it, he took her in his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back. His hands moved to her naked ass and from there onto her cum-filled, stretched cunt. She moaned as he rubbed her big clit.

    "My husband will be home soon... oohhh my god... aaahhhh..."

    "Can't stop... you're just too damn hot."

    Grant ripped open his pants and shoved his briefs down. Once he had his hard cock out, he put his hands under my wife's ass and lifted her until her cunt was at cock level. She wrapped her legs around his hips as Grant pressed her against the front door. There was a brief struggle as he aligned his shaft.

    "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" my wife squealed as the cock surged into her waiting hole.

    Grant's back was toward me shielding my wife's body so I couldn't see the actual penetration, but Stacy's shrieks of hot passion, Grant's thrusting ass, and my wife’s jerking legs told me every thing I needed to know. He fucked her hard and fast, aware that her husband might come in at any minute.

    Stacy hung on to him for dear life as she took the fierce fucking. Suddenly she grunted and wailed loudly.

    "Oohhhh you Bastard... in my asss... oohhhhh shit... ugh ugh ugh... more... more... more... stick another finger into meeeeeeeeeeeee."

    It only took Grant five minutes to pour still another cum load into my wife. She came just before his load fired into her throbbing hole.

    That night I managed to screw my wife once, which was all I could manage having jacked off twice that afternoon.

    Grant did stay over for another day, and I spent another afternoon in our upstairs bathroom watching his black shaft fucking everyone of my wife’s holes.

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    Recovery:

    Needless to say, both Royce and I were elated with his progress. He was now able to obtain a reasonable erection, maintain it while we had erotic foreplay, and then use it to fuck me to a very satisfactory orgasm or two. It was more than either of us had expected, but not as much as we had hoped for.

    I knew the problem... lack of confidence in his ability as a man. A woman's major sexual organs are her emotions, her body and of course, her pussy. A man's major sex organ is his brain and secondarily, his cock. If a man's brain doesn't give him the confidence he needs, the absolute knowledge that he can not only satisfy a woman, but make her beg for more and more and more, his cock will fail him. Royce's cock was now functioning, but his brain was not. Until he regained his former assurance, his absolute confidence in his ability and his sexual power, he was never going to be the man he was before the surgery.

    Once again, I devised a plan that I hoped would return the confidence that had been stolen from him by the cancer surgery.

    The problem was that I didn't know exactly how to execute my plan. Vivian Peters provided the answer.

    Vivian had been a good friend of mine for years in spite of the fact that she was more than a little on the wild side. Like Grant Marteson had told me, men never believe their wives have any interest in having another man's cock in their cunts. That was certainly the case with Ralph Peters, Vivian husband. I knew for a fact that Vivian had cheated with over a dozen men in the last few years without her husband suspecting a thing.

    Vivian had even tried to get Royce into bed, but my faithful husband had turned her down flat. I knew this not because Royce had told me... he would never rat out one of my friends... but because Vivian had told me.

    "You have one fantastic husband, Stacy. I hope you appreciate him and treat him well because if you don't, I can tell you, Honey, that Vivian and her hot pussy will waiting to provide comfort."

    "I intend to treat him like a prince," I had assured her. She had nodded and suggested that instead of treating like a prince, I would be better off treating him like the lusty, hung, stud stallion that he is. I took her advice then and still do.

    We were having lunch at Luigi's, and as usual, Vivian was telling me about her latest sexual escapade. "Listen, Girl, I know you're the faithful wife and all that stuff, but this is something you don't want to miss... I really mean it!"

    I had to smile to myself at her suggestion that I was a faithful wife. Little did she know that in the last several months, seven different men, not counting Royce, had been between my legs, some for hours and more than on one occasion. I said nothing, of course, except to urge Vivian to tell me what I couldn't possibly afford to miss.

    "Have you heard of "Maurice's Escort and Massage Services"? she asked.

    "No. I don't think so. Why?"

    "Well, Honey, let me tell you that you need to check it out. They have some of the hottest looking men you've ever laid eyes on. They are available for escort services if a gal needs and wants that. They are also available for in-house, on-call erotic massages."

    "It sounds to me like they're male whores."

    "They are, Honey... you'd better believe they are. But they've got to-die-for bodies and big... I'm talking big, Girl... big cocks! The next time Royce is out of town, you need to go by, check them out and have one of those guys give you an erotic, full-body massage. I did and let me tell you, Stacy, that stud got me off three or four times. The guy who did me had an eight inch cock. Have you ever had a guy with one that big? It was awesome!"

    I didn't have the heart to tell her that Royce's cock is almost nine inches and thick. He would put that male whore to shame, not only with his cock, but with his savoir faire... his technique. I thought it was funny that Vivian thought four orgasms was fabulous... I had long since lost track of the number of times Royce had fucked and licked and sucked me to dozens. Hell, even when he was impotent, he was getting me off a half dozen times or more with just his tongue, lips, and fingers.

    Suddenly the light came on in my brain. Here was Vivian... the neighborhood hot slut... raving about the sexual prowess of the male whores at Maurice's when I had the consummate stud in my bed every night... I just needed to let him rediscover just how incredibly fantastic a lover he is even though he can no longer ejaculate and get a woman pregnant.

    "Hell," I thought, "the fact that he can't get a woman pregnant is a huge plus for most women... they can fuck with abandon and not worry about pregnancy. And in spite of porno stories, all a woman can feel when she's being fucked is her lover's cock throbbing and jerking inside her pussy; she can't feel his semen spurting into her. My husband's cock still throbbed and pulsed so damn hard a woman couldn't keep from cumming when his dick exploded inside her. Once he realized all this, I would have my hot, randy stallion back.

    Aloud I said to Vivian, "Do you have the address of Maurice's? I think I will check it out. And the next time Royce is out of town... well... when the cat's away... as the saying goes."

    "Good for you, Stacy. You go, Girl. Get one of those studs between your legs and you won't believe it."

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    Maurice's was an upscale establishment, not at all like what I anticipated. I was greeted by a very friendly female receptionist who looked like she could be the centerfold for a men's magazine. We chatted and she said, "I know just what you're looking for, Stacy, and I assure you, our personnel will provide complete satisfaction. Would you like to look over our escorts and experts in erotic massage?"

    "I'd love to."

    Doris opened a desk drawer and removed a large book that resembled a photographic album. Inside, two pages were devoted to each of the available escorts and "massage experts". I had to admit that Vivian had been correct. Everyone of them was mid 20's to mid 30's in age, handsome, very masculine and virile in appearance, and their vital statistics were impressive.

    "What are all the numbers underneath the pictures?" I asked.

    Doris grinned and then winked at me. She was beautiful, but she certainly wasn't the sharpest stick in the pack. "The first set of numbers are their ages, height, and weight. The second line gives their chest sizes, biceps circumference, and waist size. The next-to-last line gives their cock length and circumference. The last line is the average rating our customers give the man on a 10-point scale,

    A quick scan of the pages showed cock sizes from 7 and a half to 9 inches, but only two of the men had a nine-inch dicks, and in both cases they were lacking in the girth department. One of them was only 5 inches in circumference while the second one was 5.5 inches. I knew Royce's powerful sex spike was almost 7 inches around, and with his length close to nine inches, he had a cock that made me shiver with lust when I looked at it. Almost all the men had average ratings between 7.5 up to 9.7.

    After 15 minutes or so, I selected a 29-year old "massage expert", handsome, 6' 1", 185 lbs, with an 8-inch cock that had a 6-inch circumference. "Is it possible for me to meet Chad now?" I inquired.

    "Let me check," Doris said as she flipped a switch on the intercom. She spoke to someone and then said, "He'll be out in ten minutes... he's ... eh... finishing up doing one of our clients right now. Do you wish to have your massage here at the clinic or would you prefer home service?"

    "Home service... definitely."

    "Fine... and now about the payment. A 30 minute, full-body massage is $100. Will that be satisfactory?"

    "No. Not close. I'll need his services for about two hours... maybe three."

    "Well, for massages of that length, we have special rates. A three-hour evening massage at home will be $500. For two-hours, it's $350. What would you like to schedule?"

    "Three hours," I said without hesitation. This coming Saturday night starting at 8 PM. Here's my card with my address and phone number. Do you take American Express?"

    Fifteen minutes later, a nice-looking brunette around 35 came into the reception area followed by Chad. She was unsteady on her feet in her heels and had obviously just been very thoroughly and vigorously fucked. Her face was still red from her exertions and a sheen of sweat covered both her face and arms. Chad's hand was on her ass as he led her to the door. When he opened it for her, she wiggled her ass against his hand and asked, "Next week... same time?"

    "Absolutely. Just give Doris a call and we'll set it up."

    I introduced myself to Chad and suggested we chat for a few moments. He led me into his office, and I filled him in on what I wanted.

    "Forgive me if I'm too abrupt, but you're a new client and I need to be certain that we're on the same page. Ok?"

    When I nodded, Chad continued. "A full-body massage means that I will massage every inch of your nude body outside and then give you a deep massage inside. Is that what you have in mind?"

    "You're trying to say you'll work me up to a fever pitch my caressing every inch of my body and then fuck me with that big cock of yours in both my pussy and my ass? Is that right?"

    Chad laughed. "I love frank and open women. That's exactly what I mean. Is that Ok?"

    "Absolutely. Anything else?"

    "Yes. Do you really want three hours? You saw that brunette out in the reception room. I just fucked her twice in the last hour and she can hardly walk. You still want three hours?"

    "I do, but now I have some questions for you."

    "Sure. No problem. Shoot."

    “Do you have any photos of yourself hard and pleasuring a woman? If I’m going to pay you $500, I want to see what I’m getting for my money.”

    Chad nodded, opened his desk, and put two photos in front of me. The first one showed him nude and iron hard. His eight-inch shaft was thick and stook rigidly erect. In the second one, he was mounted on a woman ramming her with his black cock.

    “Are these what you had in mind, Mrs. Cosford?”

    “Oh yeah… You’re really hung and hard. Just the way I like them. Now let me see the real thing. Take it out, Honey.”

    “Why don’t you do it, Stacy?”

    “Thought you’d never ask, Baby. Come here.”

    Our erotic conversation already had Chad’s cock partially hard, and when I began stroking it through his pants, he got fully erect within a minute.

    “Damn! You’re big and hard, Honey,” I hissed.

    “It will get even bigger and harder once it’s inside your hot cunt. Go ahead. Take it out. You know you want to.”

    I didn’t even bother to protest. He was so hard, I had to undo his pants and pull them down his thighs to get his cock out. Shit! He was really big … almost as big as Royce, and he was iron hard! There was no way I could resist sucking it.

    a7.
    Chad’s big black cock had me wet and ready.

    I thought he was going to shoot off in my mouth, but after letting me suck for a minute, he stopped me. “Can’t shoot off now. Have another date this afternoon. We’re going to have to wait until Saturday. Any more questions?” he asked as he replaced his cock and zipped up his pants.

    "Just one. My husband will be present. Do you have a problem with that?"

    "Absolutely none! You'd be amazed how many men like to watch me fuck their wives."

    "He will be doing more than just watching. I expect that he's be fucking me too. Still ok?"

    "No problem, but he may feel a little intimidated, if you catch my drift. Some guys can't even get hard when I'm giving it to their wife."

    "I don't think that will be a problem. Saturday night at 8 PM then?"

    "Absolutely... and wear something hot and sexy... or wear nothing. Whatever you wear, you won't be wearing it long anyway."

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    During dinner that evening, I casually remarked to Royce, "Don't make any plans for Saturday night, Darling. I already have our entire evening planned."

    "Ok. Sounds interesting. What are we doing?"

    "You and another guy I know are going to spend the entire evening pleasuring your hot wife." I could see the concern cross my husband's face, and it was that concern we had to eliminate if he was return to full potency.

    "Maybe I should hide in the bathroom and just watch," he said not looking at me.

    "Like hell you'll hide! I want my big-cocked stud on me and in me. I've had enough of these small-dicked, mediocre lovers. I want two cocks in me... making me cum... and I want one of them to belong to the hottest, best stud who's ever fucked me... YOU! So take your Cialis and add extra viagra, Baby, cause Mama needs fucking. Saturday night... 8 PM."

    My husband smiled and I sat down on his lap, kissed him passionately, and whispered, "Oh god... I can feel your big cock already pushing against my cunt, Honey. I just can't wait until Saturday night... I want this monster in me right now... can you be late to work?"

    Royce was an hour late for work that morning. He fucked me twice and was still hard when he left the house.

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    At my suggestion, Royce wore a T-shirt with a pair of baggy jeans Saturday night. When he didn't understand why, I just smiled and said, "Trust me on this, Honey." The truth was that I didn't want Chad to realize what a fantastic pussy pleaser my husband had until later.

    My hired stud arrived promptly at 8 PM. He took one look at me in my tight sweater, black skirt, and heels, and said, "You look delicious, Stacy. I think we're both going to enjoy your erotic massage." He glanced at Royce sitting off to one side and asked, "This your hubby?"

    "That's him, Honey. His name is Royce. He's going to watch for awhile and join us later. This is Chad, Darling. He's going to be giving me an 'erotic massage'... all over me ... outside and inside."

    Chad grinned and said, "Really deep inside... if you get my drift, Royce. Where do you want to do this, Stacy?"

    "I've got the bed covered with a couple of sheets... shall we retire to the master bedroom, Chad.?"

    Once we were in the bedroom, Chad said, "I'll change in the bathroom while you get out of your clothes, Stacy."

    "Why. Don't tell me you're shy, Chad. Come on, Baby. Don't be a wimp. Take it off right here. I'm anxious to see your big cock." He hesitated, but when I started stripping, and he saw Royce with a smile creasing his face, he was too embarrassed not to follow suit.

    Stripping was easy for me. I just pulled my sweater over my head and my skirt up around my waist. With no bra or panties on, every thing was showing. I kept my eyes glued on Chad's crotch. When he finally pulled his briefs down, I saw that he was only partially erect. I loved it!

    "MMMmmmm... looks like I need to do a little work on your penis, Chad. Come over here to the couch and Stacy will fix your problem."

    This was not going the way Chad expected. I knew he was upset that he was only partially erect, and even more upset to hear me call it his 'penis' rather than his cock. Normally, I wouldn't think of treating a man like I was doing, but this guy wasn't a man... he was just a hired male whore.

    When Chad was standing in front of me looking down at my big, naked tits, I hefted his semi-hard, 8" organ, looked up at him with his smug smile, and said, "This is a nice one... at least it will be once I get you fully hard, Honey." I slid his prick into my mouth and began sucking. His cock began to swell and was soon fully hard. I pushed all it down my throat and pumped my mouth up and down the shaft burying my lips in his pubic hair on every cycle. I could feel the head of his cock throbbing inside my throat.

    Pulling it out for moment, I licked my lips and cooed, "Oh, Baby. I like your cock. It's big enough to pleasure my pussy but it's easy to suck you all the way down my throat. You like fucking my throat, Honey?" A confused expression covered Chad's face. He certainly liked having me suck his cock, but he certainly didn't like my saying he was easy to deep throat.

    "I think you're hard enough now, Baby. How about getting my pussy wet and hot with your tongue before you start my massage?" I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs wide open. "Get your tongue in me, Stud. I can't wait."

    Now Chad was in his element. His most recent conquest was spread out, cunt throbbing, and hot for his tongue. He grinned and said, "Get ready for a real treat, Stacy. Scream as loud as you like. I don't think your hubby will mind." A moment later, he had his head in my sex saddle buried between the wet folds of my cunt.

    I felt his tongue pushing in and out of my vagina and then occasionally moving upward to my clit where he licked and sucked it. Truthfully, his technique was very good... a lot better than the average guy... so I could easily understand why Vivian was so wild over the men at Maurice's. But Chad had a problem... my husband was a grandmaster at bring a woman to intense climaxes on his tongue and lips. In addition, Chad hadn't learned how to simultaneously work a woman's G-spot, caress her pussy lips, and suck and lick her clitoris. Royce's skill at doing that was one of the modern wonders of the world.

    "Oohhh that's good, Honey. MMmmmmm... I think you've done this before. Do my clit more, Chad... less tongue fucking my pussy and more tongue on my clit please.... AH! DAMN! THAT'S GREAT! Now work my clit, Lover. WORK IT! MAKE STACY CUM!"

    "OHH OOHHH Yeah! Yeah! Mmmmmm... AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! I'm almost there, Lover. Get on my G-spot and do it to me while you work my hard clit, Baby... please...I'm soooo close."

    Poor Chad didn't know how to find my G-spot and he certainly didn't know how to lick and suck my clit while he worked on my G-spot at the same time. "Ooohhh please... don't tease me, Baby... I need to cum... work my G-spot... DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE!" I howled as my hips pumped frantically against his face.

    I stole a quick glance at my husband. He was hard and squeezing his cock. I saw him shaking his head at Chad's inability to work my G-spot as he sucked my clit and pussy. Perfect!

    "Don't worry about my G-spot, Honey. Just suck and lick my clit hard... that's all it'll take to make me cum! Please... bring me off!" He followed directions and I let myself cum on his face.

    After my orgasm ebbed, I pushed him away and said, "That was pretty good, Chad. Come on. Let's get on with the erotic massage." He had a weak smile on his face, and even better, I saw that his cock was once again only half hard. I doesn't take much for a woman to break a man's confidence, particularly the confidence of a superficial male whore with little else to sustain his sense of self worth.

    Once I was on the bed, Chad quickly stripped me of my skirt so that I was totally naked. "Like I told you, Honey, you weren't going to be wearing your clothes very long once you're with me."

    "I see that... love the way you strip me, Honey. Now show me you know want to do with a woman once you've got her naked." Once again, I saw Chad's erection wilting. Clearly, he was not used to being challenged to perform.

    He oiled my body and for thirty minutes worked me over, caressing my tits, my belly, my legs and thighs, my pussy, and then rolling me over to work my back, my buttocks, and my asshole. He was giving me a good massage, but he was going too fast from one place to another to allow the erotic intensity to really build. When Royce works on me, he stays on one spot until I'm going wild with need for him to do more... then he moves on and works a new spot until the same thing happens again. By the time he touches my cunt, I explode instantly in a shuddering orgasm. Chad's technique just wasn't at that level.

    "That's enough of the massage, Honey. You do that really well. Now let's see how well you can fuck, Stud. Let's try doggy first. I like getting hammered doggy." I turned over and arched my ass high. "Hurry, Chad. Ram that cock into me... HARD!"

    I knew he wasn't ready and my challenge to do it to me hard and right now robbed him of his remaining erection. There was no way he was going to penetrate me at the moment. His embarrassment was the normal male reaction to the situation. I felt a slight twinge of guilt but only for a brief moment. He was being paid $500 to perform. If he wasn't up to earning his whore's wages, that was just too damn bad for him.

    "Don't worry, Honey. Stacy can fix that problem in no time flat. Just stick that big thing in my married mouth hole, Lover."

    Once again, I engulfed his rod. "Oohhhh Baby... I want your big cock up my cunt... I love it!" With such treatment, Chad got hard again within a couple of minutes. "Oh yeah!" I gushed. "Look at that big hard prick. Hurry, Honey. Stick it up my cunt! Give it to me!"

    Again, I thrust my ass up in the air, and this time, Chad drilled it... his entire 8 inches sinking into me. "OOOhhhh... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!" I wailed.

    Chad fucked me for ten minutes while I grunted and moaned, telling how good he was... how his big cock was stretching me... "Oh you big-cocked hot Stud. Ram me... ram that prick up my married cunt, Lover!"

    ChaddoggiefucksStacy.
    Chad actually gave me a very good screwing, but I had
    no intention of telling Royce that.

    I could feel his prick beginning to throb and swell. He was getting close. "Turn me on to my side, Chad. Ram me hard that way and lift my leg so my husband can see your big cock fucking in and out of his wife's cunt."

    That really turned him on. I thought he was going to shoot off immediately, but he did manage to hold back. Once he had me on my side, he pulled my leg high so Royce had a great view of his cock fucking me. When he began to grunt as his orgasm approached, I yelled frantically, "My ass... MY ASS... STICK IT IN MY ASS... I WANT TO BE ASS FUCKED. PLEASE... OH PLEASE... UP MY ASS, CHAD!"

    He had probably never had a woman beg him to fuck her ass. Not many women prefer anal sex to having a hard cock up their pussies. He jerked his rod out of my cunt and drove it against my anus. I had lubed thoroughly, and it slipped into me easily.

    "GGGHHHHAAAAAAA... So damn BIG! Stick that monster up my hole, Honey. Ram meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

    I knew I couldn't wait long. He was right on the edge. "Let me get on top, Chad. I want to fuck my ass on your huge cock!" I howled. He turned us over and pulled me onto his body. I could now fuck him hard and fast. There was no possible way he could control his orgasm with me on top. My hips went into overdrive, and on every stroke, I contracted my sphincter about his rod. He lasted less than a minute.

    "OOHHH SHIT... I'M CUMMING. I'M SHOOTING IT INTO YOUR ASS, STACY. TAKE IT YOU HOT BITCH... UUUNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

    "NO! Not yet. I'm not ready. Don't cum yet. Please. Don't leave me high and dry like this. NNNNOOOOOO!!" His load fired into me a series of hot gushes. After his huge ejaculation, Chad slumped on the bed, totally drained.

    Pulling off his rapidly deflating rod, I crawled to the edge of the bed and looked pleadingly at my husband who was now naked, his cock a huge, rigid sex spike. "Please Darling, I need your huge cock now. Chad's already cum, and I need more cock. Please come fuck your slutty wife. Please!" I begged, excited beyond belief as I saw how incredibly hard my husband was for my cunt and ass.

    I waited on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, whimpering with my need. My hot husband moved up next to me... his cock impossibly hard... impossibly big... extended toward me like a loaded cannon. He gave me one stern command: "SUCK IT!"

    "Jezzzz... Look at that cock! Good god!" Chad said with amazement and awe. Royce turned his head in his direction and smiled.

    "I TOLD YOU TO SUCK IT!" my stud husband growled.

    I didn't wait another second before ramming my mouth down his fuck stick. I took seven inches on the first thrust and gagged. Another inch plunged into my mouth on the second thrust, three inches sinking down my throat. I gagged again. My husband waited for me to accustom myself to his huge phallus, and then he rammed all nine inches down my throat. Chad saw the big bulge the head made in my throat.

    "My god... how can she take that thing? THERE'S FOUR OR FIVE INCHES OF COCK DOWN HER THROAT." Chat gasped again in awe.

    I sucked my husband's cock frantically while rubbing my clit and finger fucking my cunt. I couldn't speak with that monster in my mouth. All I could do was squeal and honk as my orgasm swept through my body. Royce fucked my mouth hole even harder and two minutes later, I came again.

    "She's cumming again. Look at that! Man, your making that hot bitch cum just from fucking her mouth," Chad yelled at my husband who nodded in agreement.

    "Wait until you see how hard I make the hot slut cum when I stick it in her, Chad."

    "Do it! Do it! DO IT! FUCK HER!" Chad yelled. I wanted to scream my agreement, but it's hard for a girl to say anything when her mouth is full of 9-inches of cock.

    Royce abruptly pulled his big prong out of my mouth, flipped me over, and drove it with hard authority into my waiting cunt hole. It raced the entire length of my soaked vagina and thudded into my cervix bringing a wild howl of intense pleasure and some pain from my lips. Chad scrambled onto the bed so he could get closer and see the thick shaft stretching my cunt into a big, round hole.

    "That's the biggest fucking cock, I've ever seen! Give it to her, Man!" he moaned as he began jacking off.

    When Royce saw Chad masturbating from watching him, his strokes got even harder and deeper. I HAD MY MAN BACK! My husband fucked me like a consummate ravisher of cunt ... and I loved being ravished by him.

    "Want a better view of it stretching my wife open, Chad?"

    "Oh hell yes!" he moaned as he pumped his cock harder.

    Hooking his arm around my body, my husband fell backwards onto the bed with me on top of him, my back lying on his chest. "Get your legs up in the air, Stacy. Show Chad your cock-filled cunt, Honey!"

    I didn't hesitate a second. Jerking my legs up in the air, I pulled my pussy open with my fingers so Chad could see every thing. I came again in that position, and Chad had no problems seeing my pussy throbbing wildly around my husband's deeply embedded cock.

    "I'm going to cum in her, Chad."

    "Oh yeah! Shoot it in her... Fill her cunt, Man. I'm going to shoot too. Gonna cum all over her big tits!"

    I felt Royce's cock flexing and jerking inside me as his orgasm exploded. I came again at the same time. As this was happening, Chad was kneeling beside us jerking his cock. At the same time as my husband was cumming, Chad fired his load all over my belly and tits.

    After shooting his load all over me, Chad fell back on the bed, exhausted. But not my husband. The wildly excited satyr didn't even give me chance to clean off Chad's load. He just put me on my back in the middle of the bed, spread my legs wide open, and nailed his still hard cock into my cunt. Chad saw still erect rod entering me and moaned, "Unbelievable... just fucking unbelievable!"

    I saw the pleasure cover my husband's face as he drove his rod all the way into my welcoming vagina. I clamped down on his shaft bringing an intense groan of pleasure from his lips.

    "You hot Bitch. I love the way your cunt throbs around me."

    "That's your fault, Stud. You know damn well, I've always been helpless when you decide to fuck me."

    His hips picked up speed driving all nine inches into me on every thrust. Female grunts filled the bedroom. Chad got closer so he could watch. Suddenly, I came. Hard! My legs flew outward and went rigid as the intense orgasm surged through me. Again and again, I screamed and howled as Royce fucked me steadily with hard masculine strokes into my convulsing cunt. Chad was hard again.

    "Chad, my wife has always wanted to be double fucked. What do you say we cunt and ass fuck her at the same time?"

    "Fuck YES! Which hole do you want?"

    "I'm already buried up her cunt. Why don't you prong her sexy ass. We'll work together and shoot off at the same time."

    "You got it, Man!"

    "No, but my wife is certainly going to get it," my husband said as he rolled me over so that I was mounted on top of him. He reached around me and pulled my ass open. "Fuck her, Chad. Fuck her hot ass."

    The sex continued until almost midnight, an hour longer than I had hired Chad. To his credit, Chad fucked me four times that night, but my husband essentially never took his cock out of my body. He did suck and lick me to two orgasms while I sucked Chad's cock sometime during the evening.

    After Chad had left, and we were lying in bed basking in the aftermath of the intense sex, my husband asked, "Who was Chad anyway? Where did you meet him? Have you known him long?"

    "He's a hired male whore who works for an escort service called "Maurice's Escort and Massage Services". I paid them $500 for his services tonight."

    "I hate to tell you this, Darling, but you got cheated."

    "I know. I wasted our money on a second-rater. Am I going to be punished?"

    "Severely and often. If you're going to throw away our hard-earned money on guys like that, I need to fuck you at least twice a day to keep you in line. Speaking of fucking... you know that I never got my cock up your hot ass all night. Get your legs up in the air, Baby... big cock is going in!"

    MY MAN WAS BACK!

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    Note from the Author: The course of Royce's recovery from ED (erectile dysfunction) is an example of a good result following a radical retropubic prostatectomy surgical procedure (removal of the prostate gland). Often, this side effect can be much worse. The following is an excerpt from a report by the Cleveland Clinic Urological Institute:
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    The severity of the erectile dysfunction depends on the type of surgery, stage of cancer, and skill of the surgeon. If the nerve-sparing technique is used, recovery from erectile dysfunction may occur within the first year following the procedure. Recovery of erectile function after a non-nerve-sparing surgery is unlikely, but possible.

    One study shows erectile dysfunction rates of 66% for nerve-sparing prostatectomy versus 75% for non-nerve sparing surgery at one year after the surgery. The use of vacuum devices or drugs such as Viagra after surgery once the body has healed may improve the quality of erections and speed the return of normal sexual function.

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    Royce was lucky ... he had something far better than vacuum pumps or drugs ... he had A Loving Wife... RLM

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