My Innocent Wife Had to Pay a Pleasure Tax
“Your wife can possibly lower some of your tax burden by allowing me to make a thorough evaluation of how her pussy feels overall. If I can feel satisfied that she has been and will continue to be a real value in service to her country I can drop you into the middle third tax bracket instead of the upper twenty.”
I stared at him in disbelief. "How her pussy feels? You mean Sir, if I allow you to fuck my wife, you will not place us into the highest tax bracket, is that correct?"
"I shall not merely be fucking your wife," he replied. "I will be performing a thorough analysis of your wife's performance values."
Since April 15 is coming up again, read this so you can be prepared for the next tax season.
Initial story by someone named K McColl and greatly hotted up with lengthened additions by yours truly EroticWriter. I also changed the title to better fit reality.
Found this on another site readers and since it is so cute thought you might enjoy it but I did lengthen and update the story to sometime in the future and reflect recent changes in the government. I also changed the watcher into an active participant and all that part is entirely by me. In the original story the visitor does not fuck the wife.
Not trying to hide his identity but I had to separate the letters in the writer's name a little since it was an active link. He's a great writer with a good sense of humor as you shall see.
The thick cock sticking out of the suit pants photo I found I think fits the story perfectly. I like the way the head can be seen inside the foreskin, waiting to be exposed. Just the kind of cock an inexperienced wife might find exciting to see as it pops out of a pair of suit pants and is ready to get down to business. EW
My Innocent Wife Had To Pay A Pleasure Tax
It was April of 2024 and we were celebrating our wedding anniversary. It had been a wonderful evening up to that moment. Liz and I had gone to the same dimly lit restaurant in which I'd proposed to her fifteen years earlier. Over appetizers she stroked my hand and gave me dewy, come-hither looks. During the main course and two bottles of wine, she rubbed her leg against mine, as though we could make cricket music. Dessert had her toe at my groin.
Once home, we disrobed on the way to the bedroom, grappling with each other and leaving a trail of clothing and inhibition behind. Liz dropped onto the bed and spread her long legs for me. Because I had secretly taken a pill with my last drink at the restaurant in anticipation, my cock was already standing ready.
"I want you," she whispered huskily.
I leapt onto her and was poised to make her toes curl when that voice came.
"I see that you are about to engage in sexual intercourse."
Liz cried in alarm. I might have made a fearful, unmanly noise too.
Home invasion was the first thing that came to my mind. Horrible timing was the second. Sort of hiding my exposed dick with one hand I turned on my knees to look for the owner of the voice, ready to defend my beloved and atone for the surprised squeak that I'd uttered a moment before.
A man sat in a chair in a darkened corner of the bedroom. I hadn't noticed him on entering, but in fairness I'd been more interested in following Liz's bare rump to take much stock of my surroundings.
Despite the fact that the chair was the repository for dirty clothes -- Liz was forever reminding me that we had a hamper for that sort of thing -- the man had folded each article of clothing and stacked neat piles of it around him.
"Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my bedroom?" I pointed with one hand, the other still hiding my cock.
"Our bedroom," my wife corrected me. She was sensitive about these things. Nonetheless, I was surprised by her reaction. I would have expected unmitigated hysteria from Liz at the presence of an unexpected stranger in our bedroom, but remarkably, it was not the case.
"Our bedroom," I corrected.
I felt a little more relaxed when I saw that he is just sitting there, unarmed, looking non-threatening.
The man crossed his legs and ran his index finger and thumb along the crease of his trousers. If he was concerned at being discovered, he didn't show it. He was nattily if conservatively dressed in a suit and tie. He cocked his head, peered at me through thick lenses, and flashed a grin that seemed to contain too many teeth.
Too many teeth not withstanding, the man appeared completely non-threatening. He was, in fact, the very essence of meekness.
I rose from the bed and balled my hands into fists. I hoped that I looked menacing despite my pale, middle-aged nudity. My cock had dwindled to its usual three inches, soft.
"Dwight Dunker, auditor." He flipped out his wallet and waved an identification card around.
"I'm with the Revenue Agency."
His words stopped me dead in my tracks. He'd spoken words that strike more fear in a man than any others, with the possible exceptions of syphilis or alimony. 'Revenue Agency.'
President Biden's handlers had managed to change the tax codes, re-writing them actually, and I had heard rumors of some of the changes. Is this man possibly one of the 87,000 new IRS workers they are supposedly hiring? And supposedly with guns?
I let my hand fall to my side. Then I sat on the bed and I let it fall to the bedspread, upon which it scrabbled for a moment before pulling an edge over to hide my dinky dick.
Liz, having ***** a volume of wine over dinner, was nowhere near as modest or discomfited as I by the inexplicable presence of a stranger in our bedroom. Perhaps the wine had lent her courage and brazenness. Perhaps she had faith in my ability to ward off whatever threat this little man posed. Perhaps she liked being ogled by a new pair of eyes.
'Is my wife maybe a closet exhibitionist,' I wondered? I felt my dick begin rising again. The improved version called Viagra 2, now in a red pill, can have that effect. Of course, since Viagra 2 was recently developed and is covered by a new patent, it is expensive, no generic yet, and only the upper class and above can afford it at the moment.
Whatever the reason, Liz perched herself on an elbow, her full breasts attractively obeying the laws of gravity as she reclined on the bed like an odalisque. While she gazed suspiciously at the auditor, her hand insinuated itself under the cover that hid my boner. The cover began a fluttering movement, as though a small animal were attempting to escape.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"It's a pre-emptive audit." He must have interpreted my wide-eyed look as confusion, though it was really the result of Liz's fingernails running a tingling path up the underside of my penis. He continued, "You didn't receive the letter?"
"No," I said truthfully.
"We sent a letter," said the auditor. "Two, in fact."
"There may have been a letter. Or two," Liz admitted.
"What's this about?"
The auditor adjusted his glasses and leaned back in his chair. "Had you read the letter -- and I must tell you that you really should pay more attention to government communications -- you would know that the government has launched a new taxation initiative.
The economy has fallen drastically since Biden was elected, and with so many out of work and not paying taxes, there has been a shortfall of revenue. Having exhausted all other revenue-generating avenues, we've been forced to introduce what the media has erroneously called a Pleasure Tax. You may have heard of it?"
"A Pleasure Tax, sir?"
This was a new one to me.
"Yes. All citizens with a six figure income or more are to be audited and have their tax increased if so warranted. Our president has deemed that earners with less income will also be taxed at a higher rate, but not as high as the big earners."
"But sir...a Pleasure tax?"
"Whatever you choose to call it, I'm here to establish a baseline for you -- the both of you, that is -- so that the tax is fair and equitable. You should carry on as though I'm not here and perform as you normally would. As I said, I want to establish a baseline upon which we will levy a modest tax that's based on both the frequency and quality of your coupling.
If you refrain from certain customary activities in the hopes of decreasing your tax burden -- though I strongly advise against it -- we would be forced to levy a penalty should it be discovered that you do, indeed, perform such activities."
"But you can't just break into people's homes!"
"Had you read the letter, you would have known that it contained a return communication that would have indicated to us that you wished to exempt yourself from pre-emptive audit.
You were given the option of not being audited and just agreeing to a tax increase. As of last week, we received no such instructions from you.
As a result, your non-response indicated your accession to our request to evaluate the relative value of the services you provide to each other."
"That's ridiculous!"
"I get that a lot, but you should understand that the services you render to each other do have an inherent value. Do you deny it?"
It was a loaded question and I chose to invoke my right to remain silent.
"Consider, for example, the sex trade worker who is deprived of custom by your actions. Admittedly, sex trade workers don't pay into the system in terms of source deductions or sales tax, but that is precisely the problem. The government is obliged to provide a modest standard of living for all of its citizens, regardless of whether they have contributed monetarily.
As well, numerous peer-reviewed studies have shown that those who engage in regular intercourse live longer than those who do not. Marrieds especially, are living longer. Consequently, society incurs a huge expense to support those who, as a result of their healthy intimate relations, are at risk of outliving their savings and thereby become a burden on society."
Liz tugged at me. "Come on," she implored me.
Her hand felt good on the part of me that she was tugging and I momentarily closed my eyes.
"If you should procreate," the auditor added, "you could claim a deduction, of course. You know, for creating another little taxpayer."
I opened my eyes again and glared at the auditor. "I don't want to have children," I said.
"I do," said Liz.
I didn't want to start that argument again. "We haven't decided."
"There's time, but not too much." The auditor winked at me.
"I'm not that old," said Liz.
A thought came to me; a potential loophole, as it were. "We could stop having sex entirely. How about that?" I said testily as I felt my cock again start to dwindle.
Liz's hand squeezed me painfully. I wanted to reassure her that it had been an empty threat only.
The auditor shook his head sadly. "I wouldn't advise it. That would qualify as tax evasion, I'm afraid. The penalties for deliberately denying oneself intimate relations to avoid taxation are stiff. Speaking of which, you're not."
I looked down and saw that the cover had slipped and noticed also that what he said was true. I was old enough to know that the adolescent-grade erection that I'd been sporting a few minutes ago aided by Viagra 2 was something rare and wonderful and to be cherished. The auditor's presence had produced an alarming wilt, despite Liz's attentions.
"Oh crap."
Liz crawled around me to investigate and uttered a cry of alarm. Soon her lips wrapped themselves around me in an attempt at resurrection.
"I do understand that an audit is unnerving, but please relax. It'll go a lot more easily for all of us if you're open and honest. I'm sure that you don't want to give me a reason to come back. So please, pretend that I'm not here."
"You could leave the room," I suggested weakly as Liz descended on me.
The auditor laughed. "And take your word for it? No offense, but really, I can't."
Liz lifted her head. "Oh, for Christ sake, stop talking already!"
The auditor removed a notebook from his briefcase and made a show of finding a blank page. He checked his watch and made note of the time. Annoyingly, he clicked his pen a few times. Liz, I have to say, was masterful and I was soon primed again. A quiet Hallelujah chorus bubbled up in my brain.
Liz's head bobbed up and down on my saliva-slick length and the auditor nodded encouragingly. I fell back on the bed, my hand quickly finding the slick folds between Liz's legs and then moving up to coax her clitoris from its protective nest. Soon the auditor was forgotten, my attention divided between Liz's oral ministrations and my own efforts.
Liz moaned with abandon as I strummed her. Wine did that to her. She took me in more deeply, her own arousal overriding the reflex that ordinarily inhibited the complete insertion of my manhood into her throat.
Her lips closed around my base and her tongue undulated against me. We remained thus engaged for several minutes, each of us giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure.
Through the blissful haze produced by the warmth of her mouth on my cock, I noted the tell-tale signs of her own imminent climax and redoubled my efforts, concentrating on the glistening pearl of her clitoris. At length, her legs snapped together on my hand. Muffled squeaks accompanied the rhythmic pulsing of her hips as she came.
"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed.
"Oh no," I thought.
"Did she?" asked the auditor with interest, confirming my fear.
"She doesn't fake it." I said sadly.
"Uh-huh," Liz affirmed dreamily before another wave robbed her of intelligible speech.
The auditor gave me an attaboy look and scribbled something in his notebook.
Liz was one of those women for whom orgasm was an old and reliable friend, one that visited regularly and stayed a while. I found myself wishing that Liz were less effusively vocal in welcoming this friend and more restrained and calculating in greeting.
Given the company we had, it might have been better had she stopped this particular friend on the threshold. After all, the auditor had mentioned the quality of our canoodling and I grew concerned that Liz's yelps might propel us into a wholly unwelcome tax bracket.
Liz crawled to the center of the bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She arched her back, angling her pelvis to better display herself to me. The glistening folds of her pussy beckoned. Her hand insinuated itself between her legs and her fingers spread apart her lips, revealing the moist warmth that was mine to have.
"What is the matter with my wife,' I was thinking? Doesn't she realize that the more she wants sex, the higher the tax bracket we might end up in? I glanced from Liz to the auditor and back to Liz again.
"I'd go for it," said the auditor. "You know you want to."
"Yes honey," Liz said, wriggling her ass at me. "You want to and I want you to."
Shit, this could further increase our tax base, but I did. God, I wanted nothing more. I perched my rigid member at her entrance. What is this going to cost us? I wondered. I placed my hands on her narrow waist and held Liz firmly in position. She tried to press against me and whimpered as I withdrew.
"Fuck me," she pleaded.
I noticed that she glanced at the auditor out of the corner of her eye as she begged me to fuck her, and I wondered if he might be the reason she was being so ornery.
Fiscal self-preservation battled with an overwhelming desire to plunge into her. I could hear the auditor shifting in his chair.
Liz pressed more firmly against me and waggled her hips. Before I knew it, I'd entered her another inch or so. She tightened her muscles around me, the most intimate of embraces. She felt exquisite.
My indecisiveness must have infuriated her, for she reached between my legs, grasped my balls, and pulled. Self-preservation compelled me to follow the trajectory of my testicles and I was soon buried within her.
My wife giggled and held me tighter. 'What is with her? Doesn't she realize that a stranger is seeing all this, her nakedness, my hard cock spreading her pussy?'
It was like Mr. Dunker, Auditor was reading my mind, because about the time I was thinking that he was seeing my hard cock spreading her pussy, I glanced back, and sure enough, notebook in hand, he was down and behind me and studying the fit between our organs from just a couple of feet away.
He saw me looking back at him and on cue he made a note in his book and mumbled, "Apparent tight fit."
There was little point in stopping now, so I grasped her more firmly and plunged into her violently, again and again, angry that she had interrupted my deliberations.
Liz whooped giddily under the pummeling and soon buried her face in a pillow, muffling her cries.
I think we both put on quite a show for him. After several minutes, she lifted her head. "I want you to finish in my ass," breathed Liz.
It was a suggestion that she made only when ***** and I usually eagerly complied. I hesitated this time, suddenly worried about the tax implications. A wife willing to take it in the ass will surely raise our tax liability.
I looked over to the auditor. He shrugged expansively and made a note.
"Do meee," Liz wailed. "Please!" Her hands grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks to reveal the tight button of her anus.
This was no time to be fiscally conservative, I realized. There was a good chance that we were screwed already.
I leaned over and fumbled with the drawer of my bedside table. The auditor, attuned to my need, helpfully reached in and handed me a bottle of lubricant.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Don't mention it."
I applied a generous dollop of lube to Liz and then spread some on myself. I noted absently that I'd no doubt already paid harmonized sales tax on the stuff, with after-tax income no less, and angrily pushed the thought from my mind.
I spread the lube around her anus with the tip of my cock and pressed against the initial resistance before the muscle yielded slightly, taking the head of my cock in its blessedly tight embrace.
"Just between us," said the auditor, "section 159 of the criminal code frowns upon what you're doing right now, but I'll overlook the fact that sodomy is illegal if more than two individuals are present.
The provision is a little archaic and is probably moot given my status as an observer and as an agent of the government rather than a participant. So rest assured that there's no cause for concern. Please go ahead."
I have to admit that I became a little agitated at this point. The notion that I was now operating in the law's grey zone, with an agent of the government present no less, lent a certain frisson of danger to the scene. This was a forbidden thing that we were doing. But I had no doubt the government would turn a blind eye if it could also capitalize on it.
I could feel her fingers strumming her clitoris as I buried myself within her. Her ass described erratic circles and pumped against me.
It wasn't long before I felt the building of pressure that presaged release. The fucking was getting so intense between us that I had to grab hold of her ass to keep her body from moving away from me more than three or four inches, causing me to fall out. A few more thrusts and I was there, shuddering as I spent myself within her.
Giggling, Liz collapsed under my weight and I fell upon her, cock still embedded in her ass.
She gave me a squeeze. "That was great," she said after several long moments.
"Uh-huh," I concurred.
"I see that your penis has assumed the flaccid state again. Have you heard about the new Viagra pill," Mr. Dunker asked?
I cleared my throat. "Aaah yes, but I haven't needed it as yet," I lied.
"Yes," replied Mr. Dunker. I've been told it's quite expensive." He looked at me, "I haven't needed it yet myelf, but there will come a day I suppose..." His voice trailed off, and he smiled. I wonder if he had looked in my bedroom dresser drawer before we had come home and knew that I'm a user.
I heard the tax man clear his throat. “Now that you have finished, I must give you my thoughts on what I have observed."
He referred to his notes, then looked up. "It is obvious that the two of you thoroughly enjoy your fucking and go at it quite vigorously. This will put you in the upper twenty percent tax bracket.”
“Wow,” I exclaimed. “Just for having a good time doing what married people are supposed to do? How is that fair?”
“I must commend you for being honest and not trying to conceal anything. But nothing is fair in today's world of rising costs." He looked more intensely at my wife and she greeted his gaze with a big smile. That probably encouraged him. "I am, however, prepared to make you an offer that might save you hundreds if not thousands of dollars in years to come.”
My heart quickened. “An offer? Please tell us because we certainly can not afford another tax increase.”
"It concerns your wife."
As soon as he had said that, Liz, who was still on her knees with her ass in the air, quickly turned around to stare at the both of us, but mostly Mr. Dunker.
"My wife Sir? In what way?" Something was telling me that I am not going to like what I am about to hear.
“Your wife can possibly lower some of your tax burden by allowing me to make a thorough evaluation of how her pussy feels overall. If I can feel satisfied that she has been and will continue to be a real value in service to her country I can drop you into the middle third tax bracket instead of the upper twenty.”
I stared at him in disbelief as images flowed through my mind of this man on top of my wife, his ass rising and falling as he knows her intimately. "How her pussy feels? You mean, Sir, if I allow you to fuck my wife, you will not place us into the highest tax bracket, is that correct?"
"I shall not merely be fucking your wife," he replied. "I will be performing a thorough analysis of your wife's performance values.
The higher she scores, the lower I will be willing to place the two of you in the tax schedules."
"That's not exactly in the tax codes, what you are suggesting," I offered, while thinking this is sounding like blackmail.
"No," he said, grinning, "it's not in the tax codes, but we tax auditors are given some flexibility in our interpretations of the code."
I knew he had me, and soon would be having my wife, but still, I had to try.
I sighed. "Sir, my wife has been faithful and has never been intimate with another man. We are deeply in love and this is asking a bit much from her, from both of us, actually." I sighed. "It would change our marriage, and I'm not sure for better or worse."
"I am not asking. I am making an offer which can benefit the both of you for years to come, at least financially it would."
I sighed and stared off, past his face and at the wall of the bedroom as this all began to sink in. My wife, my beautiful wife, whom I love so much, her married pussy so tender and nice, and this man is going to fuck her. I had no doubt that Liz would willingly go along. Her actions in the past few minutes told me that.
She always was on the horny side of things and I suspected that she might more want to do this than not. In the process, she might be satisfying some curiousities, perhaps.
But money talks. I began to accept the situation. This man might get to fuck Liz, but my taxes could end up being much lower, and afterward, I would still have my wife. I looked over at Liz, my faithful wife, who had never had another man within her, then I took another look at Mr. Dunker. He looks kind of dorky, probably not all that good in bed. Who knows, it might be good for my wife to have another man who is not looking as masculine as me. She fucks him, and appreciates me more afterwards.
“Liz, what do you think?" I hesitated, then went on. "The better you perform, the more we save.”
It almost killed me to be saying that, if she gives a good performance, or, in other words gives this man, who has no right to be making these demands, a good fuck, we might be saving money in years to come. Regardless of the outcome, I was hoping my wife would at least demonstrate some reluctance at having to do this.
No such luck. Without hesitation, and all the while keeping her eyes on him, my wife rolled onto her back and spread her legs invitingly. “He can probably do his best evaluating starting in this position.”
'Fuck!' I was looking at my wife in disbelief. Before, she had been exposing herself for me, with him watching. Now, this exposure, her having her legs opened wide and her pussy beckoning invitingly, this is for him. No hesitation, not even a look of disgust on her part. This man turns her on? Makes no sense to me.
Worse, she had said...'starting in this position,' like she plans to do more than just lie there in the missionary and have it end with his cumming in her married pussy and getting off.
This was blackmail of course. I am sure that the government would be frowning completely on what Mr. Dunker is proposing, but then, I had no way to prove it. The best thing to do is just go along, allow him to fuck my wife, and breathe a sigh of relief.
Besides, I could see that my wife was more than willing to go along. Is her willingness to fuck him because she wants to ultimately save us money, or maybe, is it because she sees a chance to experience some strange cock for the first time and not be accused of, or feel that she is cheating?
I guess the Auditor knew she would be in agreement because when I turned to look at him, he already had it sticking out of his opened trousers.
There it was, The Dunker Dick, huge and uncut. It was shaved too, because with no hair in the way, I could see the total expanse of his balls below.
I have to admit, I was instantly jealous as I admired what nature had bestowed upon him.
That cock looked so thick, and though the head was still covered by foreskin, the outline of that beautifully shaped head was clearly visible under the skin. I knew that once he went into my wife and that skin was peeled back, that the head would stroke my wife's inner secrets with a lot of sensitivity and probably drive her wild.
The opening on the end looked to be unusually large, and in my mind I envisioned huge thick spurts of cum shooting forth deeply into my loving wife's vagina.
Of course it would figure, my luck. If my wife is going to be fucked by someone else while married to me, he would be larger. But by this much?
Our marriage, I knew, would never be the same. My wife will have been penetrated, and I suspected now, well fucked and for a long time by a little man wielding a big cock, a cock that will alter my wife's thoughts forever as to exactly how a man is supposed to feel.
I was going to have to trust him. Mr. Dunker had said that the better my wife performs, the lower he might place us tax wise. But what if he doesn't keep his word? What if he fucks the shit out of my wife, ruins her for life, and still goes ahead and jacks up the rent, I mean the taxes?
There'd be nothing I could do. I could see us moving into the highest possible tax bracket if he uses that thing on my wife and she reacts accordingly.
I could see it with my mind, my wife going wild with that cock inside her and having orgasm after orgasm and begging for more, and each orgasm putting us higher up the tax scale.
"Normally, in these situations, we auditors just remove the necessary apparel."
Damn but he sounds so smug, so confident, so cocky.
Leaving his shirt, even his tie on, Mr. Tax man removed his trousers and laid them neatly on the foot of the bed. As his underwear came off, I was further surprised that this little man was even longer than he had looked at first. He had looked much thicker and maybe a bit longer than me, but now that his balls were hanging free and it was all exposed, he was also way longer than me.
I of course had seen uncircumcised men in the gym but this was a first for Liz and her eyes widened as she watched the tax auditor give himself a couple of strokes as he eased his foreskin back and forth and stared between her legs while allowing Liz to have a good look at his massive equipment.
Her loud sigh was pretty indicative of how my wife is going to be reacting to this fucking she is about to receive.
Judging by the size of his cock it was certain that he would not be leaving my wife's pleasure center in the same condition in which he had found it.
I was already thinking in my head and wondering: Come next tax season, will I be able to claim some depreciation on my wife's pussy after his evaluating having been performed today?
It was too late now to express my concerns as I watched him climb onto the bed and wasting no time, get between Liz's legs. She was already wet and partially stretched from me and needed no foreplay, and he was on and because she hastily reached down and aimed him, he was in her within seconds.
I took note that as she had seized his cock by the shaft to aim it, that his foreskin had gone back down over the head as she tugged.
I got closer to them in order to see and watched in disbelief as that thick head shouldered her inner lips out to each side and eased in. Without any hesitation he went deep, more than I thought she'd be able to handle so early on.
With a loud sigh of pleasure she took it all and surprised me as I saw her smile, big time as he pulled it back out, exposing the head because now the foreskin had been pulled all the way back and I even was able to see how his head opened her lips again, then stretched them out to the side, and then how her lips closed down and clamped tight around his shaft as his slippery head disappeared somewhere deep inside.
I had never seen and heard my wife's reaction before as to how she would be responding to having another man's organ within her. It's a good thing there is no tax bracket for noise generation because my wife would have been placed way up there.
Still, I had a moment of hope that maybe my wife would not cum with him because he was moving slowly, barely using his cock on her it seemed as he pumped her gently. But I was to be proved wrong as my wife started doing some of his work for him.
Yes, her voice, it was way up there, and her legs were going way up there as well. She was taking him deep, and trying for deeper. He was lying on her, but for the moment, staying up on his knees and elbows. His ass, I must admit, was firmly rounded and looking just like a good ass should be looking.
I had thought he was just going to do an examination of her most valuable asset so I am not sure what his tongue in her mouth had to do with anything but my wife seemed not to mind as she tongued him back.
'He's owning her.' I did not want to believe my eyes. They were kissing, and the way it looked, with true feeling. I had watched porn movies in the past, and noted that the actors usually did not kiss, and if they did, it was because the way it looked, the female half had actually became aroused.
That was my wife now, aroused, of that there was no doubt.
His hands all over her breasts were also not necessary but again, my wife did not seem to mind as she reached her first orgasm in a remarkably short time. Immediately he paused in his stroking as my wife went limp and after he had straightened up onto his knees while my wife laid under him with her body shaking, he calmly made a note in his book.
In my mind this man has just known, intimately, giving her an intense orgasm, the most beautiful and loving wife in the country, and he is still treating this like a business deal. Well, I guess it was a business deal, for me, but I suspect, for me alone.
I heard him mutter almost under his breath as he made notations. "Most interesting. In less than two minutes I would say."
Right. I had seen it, I was hearing it, and I still couldn't believe it. Never before had she done this. In less than two minutes my wife had already reached orgasm, one that I knew had probably been more intense than her usual. Unless he had been telling us the truth, that he would lower our rating based on her performance, she had already placed us higher.
"Your wife, it would seem, is quite responsive to stimuli. Now I shall do more evaluating." Giving me a smile first, Dwight Dunker, auditor, again laid down over my wife and began pumping as she groaned with pleasure. It looked like he was fucking my wife with longer strokes now, pulling back a long ways and sliding forward, further, further until he was buried with each stroke.
I was holding my erect cock in one hand now as I watched. Not jacking it, just holding. I was torn between watching the workings of my wife's pussy as it enveloped his cock, and the workings of my wife's mouth as it enveloped his tongue.
Both of them were sweating heavily and I was hoping he would not try to add on a tax for water wastage. If he did, I was going to hit him up for beds sheet replacement because of all the stains that were being placed on the sheets under my wife.
He had laid his notebook aside and instead of resuming his pumping so he could have his own orgasm, he was taking the opportunity to further play with my wife's breasts as he enjoyed her feel and prolonged the act.
I did not waste the opportunity to be seeing what was happening between their genitals as I moved in close and stared down between their bodies. As Mr. Dunker was fondling her breasts, he had stopped moving with his lower half.
His shiny cock was maybe halfway in, and I could see how widely stretched around him my wife's inner lips were. My cock was hard again, completely up, and as I still held it with one hand, Mr. Dunker chose that exact moment to look back over his shoulder and at me.
He saw my cock, erect and I am sure, looking inferior in comparison to his cock. Still, he made a remark, perhaps to give me some assurance that my status as a husband is intact. "Remarkable. You are erect again and with no aid of anything other than the visual. You are a lucky man sir, to have a penis that still works so well and a wife like this to enjoy it with."
I sighed. "Yes Mr. Dunker, I guess I should be thankful."
His comments had caused my wife to look away from his face and over at me. She too saw my cock fully erect and at the moment, with a drip of pre-cum hanging off the end, and smiled. Within, I sighed. My wife knows now, I am aroused at seeing her being fucked by another man. I will not be able to lay a guilt trip on her later, no chance.
"We have a sub-category for a woman's breasts in the new tax scales as well," said Mr. Dunker, Auditor as he continued to fondle Liz's breasts. Most of the ratings are based upon the quality of the pussy, but with these lovely breasts, her evaluation would be raised five points."
He was fondling her breasts and I saw him actually lick his lips as he enjoyed the feel of my wife's tight pussy. "As you can see as I enjoy not only the feel of your wife's lovely breasts as I do my evaluating, but also her so very snug pussy, that our new administration believes in full transparency in government."
"Yes sir. I can see that."
I saw my chance to inquire. "Mr. Dunker. I know you are doing some evaluating on my wife's pussy, but how can you be objective about it?"
He paused again in his stroking, and I saw an annoyed look on my wife's face.
"Objective Sir? How, exactly, do you mean?"
"I mean, Mr. Dunker, that you are obviously going deeper and stretching my wife more than I can, so therefore she would be feeling different for you, even tighter, and...and probably feeling better overall to you than she does for me since you are also enjoying more of her internal depth then I can."
"Yes, I agree that is undoubtedly what is happening. Your wife's pussy is marvelous in its' texture and feel, very slippery feeling and yet capable of gripping my cock very tightly and giving so much feeling in response to my stroking into her. So what is your question, exactly?"
"Well, Mr. Dunker, wouldn't her pussy be in a lower tax bracket when being used by my smaller cock than with yours?"
I hated to say that because of cock sizes and how she is stretched so tight around him that Liz would be feeling better to him than to me in front of my wife, but we were talking taxes here.
"Yes, that is true," Dwight Dunker replied as he continued to smile down at my wife and fondle her breasts. "But from experience I can make determinations based on seeing the husband's cock within his wife and how her lips seem to be stretched around him before I fuck her.
I am mentally, right now as I enjoy the feel of your wife's vagina embracing my penis, knocking off some points as to how she must feel to you compared to the feeling I am enjoying. Your penis appears to be over two inches shorter than mine, and at least an inch thinner in diameter, so I am knocking off three points and dropping how she feels to you into another category.
I have learned how to do this, quite accurately, because of experience in these matters.
Based on that, the smaller size of a husband's penis, and how his wife feels around me, I can make a pretty close evaluation of the overall quality of the pussy in question."
"From experience Sir? You have done this before, with other men's wives?"
"Yes. This program has been in place for some months, but we are sending mailings to different sectors of the country in sequence in order to be better able handle each case as it comes up."
"How many wives have you tested in this manner, Mr. Dunker?"
"Over a dozen. Usually I do not have to go into people's homes, and of course when I do, not everyone qualifies to receive my offer to lower them in the tax schedules."
"You mean Sir, that you only fuck the best looking wives?"
"Exactly. And your wife certainly qualifies on that count, not only looks, but..." he took another couple of strokes into my wife to illustrate his point, "on the quality of her pussy. One of the best, perhaps my best so far."
"See Honey," my wife said happily as she looked up at me, and my hard cock. "You are married to the best, it's now official because the government says so."
I nodded in agreement, all the while still hoping that Mr. Dunker enjoying the best did not result in us paying higher taxes.
"Aaah, Mr. Dunker sir. Just wondering. How do those other husbands act, the ones that see you fucking their wives? Do they seem upset, or mad, or maybe, turned on?"
He snickered. "Most husbands act indignant at first, but as they see their wives becoming aroused, and I must admit some wives were not as willing at first as your wife seems to be, the husbands seem to accept the inevitable, that as time goes by, their wives are enjoying taking my large penis."
"Do any of the men, like, maybe play with themselves as they watch?"
Both Mr. Dunker and LIz shot a quick look at me to see if I was playing with myelf, and though they saw my erection, fortunately at the moment my hand was not on it.
"You can play with yourself if you like sir, I am sure your wife will understand."
I wanted to tell him that it was probably the effects of the red Viagra pill, but kept it to myself. I knew that excuse would be feeble.
Then I was tempted to ask my wife what kind of evaluation she would make of Mr. Dunker's big cock if given the opportunity but I kept my thoughts to myself. For all I knew, the tax codes might have a value rendered category for raising our rates because my wife has received pleasure from a tax man.
Mr. Dunker allowed my wife to rest for maybe only a minute and started on her again. This time he got lower onto her, almost lying with all his body over hers. Again, my wife's legs came up, around his ass, and then, after a minute, around his waist.
"I shall not merely be fucking your wife," he had replied. "I will be performing a thorough analysis of your wife's performance values."
Those words he had spoken earlier had not just been idle talk. He was doing exactly that, doing a thorough analysis of my wife's performance values.
This adjusted position automatically placed his head next to my wife's and now their mouths and tongues were in continuous interplay. Seeing how involved my wife might be with him mentally because of the kissing, I wiped a tear away from my cheek and turned my head away and moved lower down so I could better see the action between his cock and my wife's pussy.
It might sound strange, but I was finding that the image of my wife's married pussy being stretched and manipulated by a cock she is not married to was easier on my mind than seeing their kissing passionately at the other end.
Besides, the viewing of their joined genitals was keeping my cock hard, rock hard. Despite the fact they would probably see, my hand was back in place.
He immediately took note. "I see that your are maintaining that erection quite well. Perhaps it is the sight of your wife obviously receiving so much pleasure from an organ she is unfamiliar with and not being quiet about it that has you so aroused sir?"
I had to be honest, my feelings were expressing themselves so visibly it could not be denied.
"Yes, I must admit. Seeing my wife under another man that is taking possesion and giving her a better fucking than I can is quite arousing, I can't deny it."
I felt another tear, one, and then two running down my cheek as I saw my wife working her body below his in order to receive the maximum pleasure possible from that Dunker Dick. What I had just said, those painful words, apparently had not affected Liz's feelings in the least.
As I wiped the tears away I kept watching from down between their legs and seeing how much his hugeness was manipulating my wife's pussy. The Dunker dick was so wide that not only were Liz's tight inner lips being moved around, but sometimes her outer lips as well.
His thickness was dragging her inner lips outward each time he pulled back, and when he went in, the entire region around her hole seemed to cave in with him.
So much sex was going on between Mr. Dunker and my wife that I was thinking in terms of user tax, miles driven tax, and a tax for wear and depreciation. Oh yes, definitely I would be checking for a wear and depreciation clause.
Her legs were staying way up around his waist now and he was pumping vigorously and my wife again got quite noisy. His second evaluation did not take all that long but was deep, wide-ranging and very probing.
I say probing because not only was Mr. Dunker deeply probing my married pussy, but he had reached under and using some of her juices to lubricate his finger, slipped it two digits deep into her anus. She moaned and began bucking her hips even harder.
I knew now, my wife had voted for Biden, while I had voted Libertarian. Now it seemed, I am getting payback.
My wife had another orgasm. This time, my being down there, even though his finger was inserted into my wife's anus, I still saw every contraction my wife's vagina was having. They seemed to go on and on. Maybe I should have counted because there might be a sub-category in the new tax code for orgasmic contractions. and as soon as she had finished, he was there.
"Now I shall conclude my evaluation in a most satisfactory manner."
The Auditor seemed to have these evaluations down to a science because he had timed it perfectly. My wife's entire body seemed to be shaking as she held him tight with her arms and legs and felt his powerful throbbing going on within her most taxable body part.
I could see his cock surging within, the skin actually bulging on the outsides of his shaft going down to his balls as he throbbed intensely into my wife's married pussy. His anus too, going through an opening and closing motion with each throb. I forgot to start counting until it was too late. Eight, nine, more?
I kept watching after his groans seemed to be fading. I could see that Mr. Dunker had placed a very large load within my wife because even with how tightly squeezed his cock was being held by her tight lips, some cum was trying to ooze out and drip down onto her anus.
Though I am sure it had nothing to do with any tax evaluating, they continued to kiss after the fucking had came to a close. Fuck, not just for a few seconds were they kissing, but maybe for a few minutes. The fucking had ended, the reach orgasms part, but he continued to pump slowly so as to drain more of his cum into my wife.
Again, after pulling his finger out of her anus and wiping her slipperiness onto a sheet, he kept his cock in her as he rose onto his knees and again made some notes into his notebook, and he let us hear. "Twelve contractions around my finger that time. Impressive, most impressive indeed."
I counted in my head. Yes, twelve was a lot of contractions. I couldn't resist asking. "Twelve times Sir? Is that perhaps a new record?"
He smiled as he finished making notes in his pad and laid it down. "Yes, yes it is for an orgasm that stands alone. I have had women that seem to keep cumming constantly, but their orgasms I suspect might not be as intense as one that stands alone. Your wife is lucky in that aspect. Each time she comes, it is more than just an orgasm, it is an event!"
Taking notes after a most notable experience.
After he had pulled out of her, Mr. Dunker remained on his knees and immediately made some more notes in his pad as he stared down at my wife with her heaving breasts and shiny matted down pussy hair so visible to both of us. His cock was dangling slightly now, and residual cum was dripping out of that fat head and falling onto her pussy lips.
Then, rising onto his knees, he climbed off the mattress.
I guess all that extra pumping had not succeeded in his leaving it all inside her forever changed vagina. That fuck between my wife and our tax auditor, despite being professional and businesslike in nature, had perhaps been the fuck of the century as far as our marriage was concerned.
Then Liz shocked me as she went beyond. Giving more than expected or required.
"Bring that remarkable cock over here Mr. Dunker and let me clean it up for you."
As I watched in disbelief, Liz eagerly grasped his dangling penis with two hands as he approached and took it fully into her mouth, the head and perhaps two inches beyond. While squeezing up with her fingers, I saw her cheeks sink in as she sucked more cum out of his shaft, and then I saw her throat muscles flex as she swallowed.
Once more she did it, making the motions, and then, taking her mouth off, she continued to hold his cock as she looked up and smiled. "I think that's got it all, Mr. Dunker, we don't want anything to be draining in those nice pants of yours after you leave." With that, my wife sighed and reluctantly released his cock.
A minute later my wife was still lying spread-eagle on the bed and trying to catch her breath and watching as he pulled on his pants. For some time now, the later part of her intense fucking and now the aftermath, Liz had not looked over at me. I was waiting, afraid to speak, and wondering how our tax evaluation would end up. My wife, it appeared, had gone overboard with her response.
“I know what you might be thinking, and do not concern yourself over the two intense orgasms your wife has just experienced” said Dwight Dunker, Auditor.
“I had already heard your wife having relatively mild orgasms previously with you and that gave me a basis for comparison, and I shall not jump you into a higher tax bracket since it was obvious that those very intense orgasms your wife had with me were not the norm for her and were being generated entirely by my large penis."
Now she once again seemed aware of my existence. My wife, her face shiny with sweat, looked at me and agreed.
"That's true honey. Mr. Dunker's big penis is the main reason I was cumming so hard."
I didn't know if my wife was just admitting the truth, or being wise in saying that so he would lower us on the tax scale if he keeps his word.
"Your wife is very intelligent," he went on. "Since she consented to having a wide-spread and deeply personal evaluation done of her pleasure center and also allowing me to make a substantial deposit within, I am satisfied that your wife is worthy of being placed in the middle third tax bracket.
You understand of course that in reality, because of the intense pleasure your wife's wonderfully tight pussy is capable of generating that your wife should rightfully be placed into the upper twenty percent but since the two of you have been so co-operative I will make marks in my book accordingly."
He smiled. "Overall, you will be paying ten percent less in taxes for the next few years."
"Ahh sir," I ventured. "Is there a further deduction I can take for having had my wife's married pussy being used for such a long time by an outsider cock and possibly having been stretched and altered in feel for me in years to come?"
"There is, but it is already included in the bracket I placed you in, so there will be no further reduction. I will say though, I enjoyed your wife's pussy and her reactions to the evaluating I did with my cock so much, that if there were further reductions to be had, I would certainly tell you about it."
My head was hanging as I admitted what I was thinking. "After that fuck, she'll probably be making comparisons in her mind for a long time."
"Most likely Sir, that is usually what happens, but treat her well sir and I am certain she will stick with you."
The auditor clicked his pen a few times, opened his briefcase and placed the notebook within it. "On behalf of the Biden government, I thank you both for your cooperation."
My wife sighed and would not meet my eyes as I heard her say, “It was a pleasure to be serving under you, Dwight Dunker.”
My wife, I noted, had remembered not just his last name but also his first.
He made his way to the bedroom door and exited. I quickly followed, stopping long enough to retrieve my underwear from a sculpture in the hallway to cover myself up.
I figured there was no need for him to be seeing that totally soft, I only measure 3 inches long.
At the front door, the auditor turned to me. "You're a lucky man."
I nodded.
"With a wife such as yours, so beautiful, energetic, with luxurious breasts and a pleasure center that clings tightly to your sex organ with every stroke, and the way it felt, clings even tighter to mine, and with her being so uninhibited in her use of it, I must admit that I envy you. You are wealthy Sir in ways that are hardly quantifiable."
"But you will try," I said. “I am sure you will quantify it."
The auditor nodded. "It's my job. Screwing taxpayers is my business."
“Your wife can possibly lower some of your tax burden by allowing me to make a thorough evaluation of how her pussy feels overall. If I can feel satisfied that she has been and will continue to be a real value in service to her country I can drop you into the middle third tax bracket instead of the upper twenty.”
I stared at him in disbelief. "How her pussy feels? You mean Sir, if I allow you to fuck my wife, you will not place us into the highest tax bracket, is that correct?"
"I shall not merely be fucking your wife," he replied. "I will be performing a thorough analysis of your wife's performance values."
Since April 15 is coming up again, read this so you can be prepared for the next tax season.
Initial story by someone named K McColl and greatly hotted up with lengthened additions by yours truly EroticWriter. I also changed the title to better fit reality.
Found this on another site readers and since it is so cute thought you might enjoy it but I did lengthen and update the story to sometime in the future and reflect recent changes in the government. I also changed the watcher into an active participant and all that part is entirely by me. In the original story the visitor does not fuck the wife.
Not trying to hide his identity but I had to separate the letters in the writer's name a little since it was an active link. He's a great writer with a good sense of humor as you shall see.
The thick cock sticking out of the suit pants photo I found I think fits the story perfectly. I like the way the head can be seen inside the foreskin, waiting to be exposed. Just the kind of cock an inexperienced wife might find exciting to see as it pops out of a pair of suit pants and is ready to get down to business. EW
My Innocent Wife Had To Pay A Pleasure Tax
It was April of 2024 and we were celebrating our wedding anniversary. It had been a wonderful evening up to that moment. Liz and I had gone to the same dimly lit restaurant in which I'd proposed to her fifteen years earlier. Over appetizers she stroked my hand and gave me dewy, come-hither looks. During the main course and two bottles of wine, she rubbed her leg against mine, as though we could make cricket music. Dessert had her toe at my groin.
Once home, we disrobed on the way to the bedroom, grappling with each other and leaving a trail of clothing and inhibition behind. Liz dropped onto the bed and spread her long legs for me. Because I had secretly taken a pill with my last drink at the restaurant in anticipation, my cock was already standing ready.
"I want you," she whispered huskily.
I leapt onto her and was poised to make her toes curl when that voice came.
"I see that you are about to engage in sexual intercourse."
Liz cried in alarm. I might have made a fearful, unmanly noise too.
Home invasion was the first thing that came to my mind. Horrible timing was the second. Sort of hiding my exposed dick with one hand I turned on my knees to look for the owner of the voice, ready to defend my beloved and atone for the surprised squeak that I'd uttered a moment before.
A man sat in a chair in a darkened corner of the bedroom. I hadn't noticed him on entering, but in fairness I'd been more interested in following Liz's bare rump to take much stock of my surroundings.
Despite the fact that the chair was the repository for dirty clothes -- Liz was forever reminding me that we had a hamper for that sort of thing -- the man had folded each article of clothing and stacked neat piles of it around him.
"Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my bedroom?" I pointed with one hand, the other still hiding my cock.
"Our bedroom," my wife corrected me. She was sensitive about these things. Nonetheless, I was surprised by her reaction. I would have expected unmitigated hysteria from Liz at the presence of an unexpected stranger in our bedroom, but remarkably, it was not the case.
"Our bedroom," I corrected.
I felt a little more relaxed when I saw that he is just sitting there, unarmed, looking non-threatening.
The man crossed his legs and ran his index finger and thumb along the crease of his trousers. If he was concerned at being discovered, he didn't show it. He was nattily if conservatively dressed in a suit and tie. He cocked his head, peered at me through thick lenses, and flashed a grin that seemed to contain too many teeth.
Too many teeth not withstanding, the man appeared completely non-threatening. He was, in fact, the very essence of meekness.
I rose from the bed and balled my hands into fists. I hoped that I looked menacing despite my pale, middle-aged nudity. My cock had dwindled to its usual three inches, soft.
"Dwight Dunker, auditor." He flipped out his wallet and waved an identification card around.
"I'm with the Revenue Agency."
His words stopped me dead in my tracks. He'd spoken words that strike more fear in a man than any others, with the possible exceptions of syphilis or alimony. 'Revenue Agency.'
President Biden's handlers had managed to change the tax codes, re-writing them actually, and I had heard rumors of some of the changes. Is this man possibly one of the 87,000 new IRS workers they are supposedly hiring? And supposedly with guns?
I let my hand fall to my side. Then I sat on the bed and I let it fall to the bedspread, upon which it scrabbled for a moment before pulling an edge over to hide my dinky dick.
Liz, having ***** a volume of wine over dinner, was nowhere near as modest or discomfited as I by the inexplicable presence of a stranger in our bedroom. Perhaps the wine had lent her courage and brazenness. Perhaps she had faith in my ability to ward off whatever threat this little man posed. Perhaps she liked being ogled by a new pair of eyes.
'Is my wife maybe a closet exhibitionist,' I wondered? I felt my dick begin rising again. The improved version called Viagra 2, now in a red pill, can have that effect. Of course, since Viagra 2 was recently developed and is covered by a new patent, it is expensive, no generic yet, and only the upper class and above can afford it at the moment.
Whatever the reason, Liz perched herself on an elbow, her full breasts attractively obeying the laws of gravity as she reclined on the bed like an odalisque. While she gazed suspiciously at the auditor, her hand insinuated itself under the cover that hid my boner. The cover began a fluttering movement, as though a small animal were attempting to escape.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"It's a pre-emptive audit." He must have interpreted my wide-eyed look as confusion, though it was really the result of Liz's fingernails running a tingling path up the underside of my penis. He continued, "You didn't receive the letter?"
"No," I said truthfully.
"We sent a letter," said the auditor. "Two, in fact."
"There may have been a letter. Or two," Liz admitted.
"What's this about?"
The auditor adjusted his glasses and leaned back in his chair. "Had you read the letter -- and I must tell you that you really should pay more attention to government communications -- you would know that the government has launched a new taxation initiative.
The economy has fallen drastically since Biden was elected, and with so many out of work and not paying taxes, there has been a shortfall of revenue. Having exhausted all other revenue-generating avenues, we've been forced to introduce what the media has erroneously called a Pleasure Tax. You may have heard of it?"
"A Pleasure Tax, sir?"
This was a new one to me.
"Yes. All citizens with a six figure income or more are to be audited and have their tax increased if so warranted. Our president has deemed that earners with less income will also be taxed at a higher rate, but not as high as the big earners."
"But sir...a Pleasure tax?"
"Whatever you choose to call it, I'm here to establish a baseline for you -- the both of you, that is -- so that the tax is fair and equitable. You should carry on as though I'm not here and perform as you normally would. As I said, I want to establish a baseline upon which we will levy a modest tax that's based on both the frequency and quality of your coupling.
If you refrain from certain customary activities in the hopes of decreasing your tax burden -- though I strongly advise against it -- we would be forced to levy a penalty should it be discovered that you do, indeed, perform such activities."
"But you can't just break into people's homes!"
"Had you read the letter, you would have known that it contained a return communication that would have indicated to us that you wished to exempt yourself from pre-emptive audit.
You were given the option of not being audited and just agreeing to a tax increase. As of last week, we received no such instructions from you.
As a result, your non-response indicated your accession to our request to evaluate the relative value of the services you provide to each other."
"That's ridiculous!"
"I get that a lot, but you should understand that the services you render to each other do have an inherent value. Do you deny it?"
It was a loaded question and I chose to invoke my right to remain silent.
"Consider, for example, the sex trade worker who is deprived of custom by your actions. Admittedly, sex trade workers don't pay into the system in terms of source deductions or sales tax, but that is precisely the problem. The government is obliged to provide a modest standard of living for all of its citizens, regardless of whether they have contributed monetarily.
As well, numerous peer-reviewed studies have shown that those who engage in regular intercourse live longer than those who do not. Marrieds especially, are living longer. Consequently, society incurs a huge expense to support those who, as a result of their healthy intimate relations, are at risk of outliving their savings and thereby become a burden on society."
Liz tugged at me. "Come on," she implored me.
Her hand felt good on the part of me that she was tugging and I momentarily closed my eyes.
"If you should procreate," the auditor added, "you could claim a deduction, of course. You know, for creating another little taxpayer."
I opened my eyes again and glared at the auditor. "I don't want to have children," I said.
"I do," said Liz.
I didn't want to start that argument again. "We haven't decided."
"There's time, but not too much." The auditor winked at me.
"I'm not that old," said Liz.
A thought came to me; a potential loophole, as it were. "We could stop having sex entirely. How about that?" I said testily as I felt my cock again start to dwindle.
Liz's hand squeezed me painfully. I wanted to reassure her that it had been an empty threat only.
The auditor shook his head sadly. "I wouldn't advise it. That would qualify as tax evasion, I'm afraid. The penalties for deliberately denying oneself intimate relations to avoid taxation are stiff. Speaking of which, you're not."
I looked down and saw that the cover had slipped and noticed also that what he said was true. I was old enough to know that the adolescent-grade erection that I'd been sporting a few minutes ago aided by Viagra 2 was something rare and wonderful and to be cherished. The auditor's presence had produced an alarming wilt, despite Liz's attentions.
"Oh crap."
Liz crawled around me to investigate and uttered a cry of alarm. Soon her lips wrapped themselves around me in an attempt at resurrection.
"I do understand that an audit is unnerving, but please relax. It'll go a lot more easily for all of us if you're open and honest. I'm sure that you don't want to give me a reason to come back. So please, pretend that I'm not here."
"You could leave the room," I suggested weakly as Liz descended on me.
The auditor laughed. "And take your word for it? No offense, but really, I can't."
Liz lifted her head. "Oh, for Christ sake, stop talking already!"
The auditor removed a notebook from his briefcase and made a show of finding a blank page. He checked his watch and made note of the time. Annoyingly, he clicked his pen a few times. Liz, I have to say, was masterful and I was soon primed again. A quiet Hallelujah chorus bubbled up in my brain.
Liz's head bobbed up and down on my saliva-slick length and the auditor nodded encouragingly. I fell back on the bed, my hand quickly finding the slick folds between Liz's legs and then moving up to coax her clitoris from its protective nest. Soon the auditor was forgotten, my attention divided between Liz's oral ministrations and my own efforts.
Liz moaned with abandon as I strummed her. Wine did that to her. She took me in more deeply, her own arousal overriding the reflex that ordinarily inhibited the complete insertion of my manhood into her throat.
Her lips closed around my base and her tongue undulated against me. We remained thus engaged for several minutes, each of us giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure.
Through the blissful haze produced by the warmth of her mouth on my cock, I noted the tell-tale signs of her own imminent climax and redoubled my efforts, concentrating on the glistening pearl of her clitoris. At length, her legs snapped together on my hand. Muffled squeaks accompanied the rhythmic pulsing of her hips as she came.
"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed.
"Oh no," I thought.
"Did she?" asked the auditor with interest, confirming my fear.
"She doesn't fake it." I said sadly.
"Uh-huh," Liz affirmed dreamily before another wave robbed her of intelligible speech.
The auditor gave me an attaboy look and scribbled something in his notebook.
Liz was one of those women for whom orgasm was an old and reliable friend, one that visited regularly and stayed a while. I found myself wishing that Liz were less effusively vocal in welcoming this friend and more restrained and calculating in greeting.
Given the company we had, it might have been better had she stopped this particular friend on the threshold. After all, the auditor had mentioned the quality of our canoodling and I grew concerned that Liz's yelps might propel us into a wholly unwelcome tax bracket.
Liz crawled to the center of the bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She arched her back, angling her pelvis to better display herself to me. The glistening folds of her pussy beckoned. Her hand insinuated itself between her legs and her fingers spread apart her lips, revealing the moist warmth that was mine to have.
"What is the matter with my wife,' I was thinking? Doesn't she realize that the more she wants sex, the higher the tax bracket we might end up in? I glanced from Liz to the auditor and back to Liz again.
"I'd go for it," said the auditor. "You know you want to."
"Yes honey," Liz said, wriggling her ass at me. "You want to and I want you to."
Shit, this could further increase our tax base, but I did. God, I wanted nothing more. I perched my rigid member at her entrance. What is this going to cost us? I wondered. I placed my hands on her narrow waist and held Liz firmly in position. She tried to press against me and whimpered as I withdrew.
"Fuck me," she pleaded.
I noticed that she glanced at the auditor out of the corner of her eye as she begged me to fuck her, and I wondered if he might be the reason she was being so ornery.
Fiscal self-preservation battled with an overwhelming desire to plunge into her. I could hear the auditor shifting in his chair.
Liz pressed more firmly against me and waggled her hips. Before I knew it, I'd entered her another inch or so. She tightened her muscles around me, the most intimate of embraces. She felt exquisite.
My indecisiveness must have infuriated her, for she reached between my legs, grasped my balls, and pulled. Self-preservation compelled me to follow the trajectory of my testicles and I was soon buried within her.
My wife giggled and held me tighter. 'What is with her? Doesn't she realize that a stranger is seeing all this, her nakedness, my hard cock spreading her pussy?'
It was like Mr. Dunker, Auditor was reading my mind, because about the time I was thinking that he was seeing my hard cock spreading her pussy, I glanced back, and sure enough, notebook in hand, he was down and behind me and studying the fit between our organs from just a couple of feet away.
He saw me looking back at him and on cue he made a note in his book and mumbled, "Apparent tight fit."
There was little point in stopping now, so I grasped her more firmly and plunged into her violently, again and again, angry that she had interrupted my deliberations.
Liz whooped giddily under the pummeling and soon buried her face in a pillow, muffling her cries.
I think we both put on quite a show for him. After several minutes, she lifted her head. "I want you to finish in my ass," breathed Liz.
It was a suggestion that she made only when ***** and I usually eagerly complied. I hesitated this time, suddenly worried about the tax implications. A wife willing to take it in the ass will surely raise our tax liability.
I looked over to the auditor. He shrugged expansively and made a note.
"Do meee," Liz wailed. "Please!" Her hands grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks to reveal the tight button of her anus.
This was no time to be fiscally conservative, I realized. There was a good chance that we were screwed already.
I leaned over and fumbled with the drawer of my bedside table. The auditor, attuned to my need, helpfully reached in and handed me a bottle of lubricant.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Don't mention it."
I applied a generous dollop of lube to Liz and then spread some on myself. I noted absently that I'd no doubt already paid harmonized sales tax on the stuff, with after-tax income no less, and angrily pushed the thought from my mind.
I spread the lube around her anus with the tip of my cock and pressed against the initial resistance before the muscle yielded slightly, taking the head of my cock in its blessedly tight embrace.
"Just between us," said the auditor, "section 159 of the criminal code frowns upon what you're doing right now, but I'll overlook the fact that sodomy is illegal if more than two individuals are present.
The provision is a little archaic and is probably moot given my status as an observer and as an agent of the government rather than a participant. So rest assured that there's no cause for concern. Please go ahead."
I have to admit that I became a little agitated at this point. The notion that I was now operating in the law's grey zone, with an agent of the government present no less, lent a certain frisson of danger to the scene. This was a forbidden thing that we were doing. But I had no doubt the government would turn a blind eye if it could also capitalize on it.
I could feel her fingers strumming her clitoris as I buried myself within her. Her ass described erratic circles and pumped against me.
It wasn't long before I felt the building of pressure that presaged release. The fucking was getting so intense between us that I had to grab hold of her ass to keep her body from moving away from me more than three or four inches, causing me to fall out. A few more thrusts and I was there, shuddering as I spent myself within her.
Giggling, Liz collapsed under my weight and I fell upon her, cock still embedded in her ass.
She gave me a squeeze. "That was great," she said after several long moments.
"Uh-huh," I concurred.
"I see that your penis has assumed the flaccid state again. Have you heard about the new Viagra pill," Mr. Dunker asked?
I cleared my throat. "Aaah yes, but I haven't needed it as yet," I lied.
"Yes," replied Mr. Dunker. I've been told it's quite expensive." He looked at me, "I haven't needed it yet myelf, but there will come a day I suppose..." His voice trailed off, and he smiled. I wonder if he had looked in my bedroom dresser drawer before we had come home and knew that I'm a user.
I heard the tax man clear his throat. “Now that you have finished, I must give you my thoughts on what I have observed."
He referred to his notes, then looked up. "It is obvious that the two of you thoroughly enjoy your fucking and go at it quite vigorously. This will put you in the upper twenty percent tax bracket.”
“Wow,” I exclaimed. “Just for having a good time doing what married people are supposed to do? How is that fair?”
“I must commend you for being honest and not trying to conceal anything. But nothing is fair in today's world of rising costs." He looked more intensely at my wife and she greeted his gaze with a big smile. That probably encouraged him. "I am, however, prepared to make you an offer that might save you hundreds if not thousands of dollars in years to come.”
My heart quickened. “An offer? Please tell us because we certainly can not afford another tax increase.”
"It concerns your wife."
As soon as he had said that, Liz, who was still on her knees with her ass in the air, quickly turned around to stare at the both of us, but mostly Mr. Dunker.
"My wife Sir? In what way?" Something was telling me that I am not going to like what I am about to hear.
“Your wife can possibly lower some of your tax burden by allowing me to make a thorough evaluation of how her pussy feels overall. If I can feel satisfied that she has been and will continue to be a real value in service to her country I can drop you into the middle third tax bracket instead of the upper twenty.”
I stared at him in disbelief as images flowed through my mind of this man on top of my wife, his ass rising and falling as he knows her intimately. "How her pussy feels? You mean, Sir, if I allow you to fuck my wife, you will not place us into the highest tax bracket, is that correct?"
"I shall not merely be fucking your wife," he replied. "I will be performing a thorough analysis of your wife's performance values.
The higher she scores, the lower I will be willing to place the two of you in the tax schedules."
"That's not exactly in the tax codes, what you are suggesting," I offered, while thinking this is sounding like blackmail.
"No," he said, grinning, "it's not in the tax codes, but we tax auditors are given some flexibility in our interpretations of the code."
I knew he had me, and soon would be having my wife, but still, I had to try.
I sighed. "Sir, my wife has been faithful and has never been intimate with another man. We are deeply in love and this is asking a bit much from her, from both of us, actually." I sighed. "It would change our marriage, and I'm not sure for better or worse."
"I am not asking. I am making an offer which can benefit the both of you for years to come, at least financially it would."
I sighed and stared off, past his face and at the wall of the bedroom as this all began to sink in. My wife, my beautiful wife, whom I love so much, her married pussy so tender and nice, and this man is going to fuck her. I had no doubt that Liz would willingly go along. Her actions in the past few minutes told me that.
She always was on the horny side of things and I suspected that she might more want to do this than not. In the process, she might be satisfying some curiousities, perhaps.
But money talks. I began to accept the situation. This man might get to fuck Liz, but my taxes could end up being much lower, and afterward, I would still have my wife. I looked over at Liz, my faithful wife, who had never had another man within her, then I took another look at Mr. Dunker. He looks kind of dorky, probably not all that good in bed. Who knows, it might be good for my wife to have another man who is not looking as masculine as me. She fucks him, and appreciates me more afterwards.
“Liz, what do you think?" I hesitated, then went on. "The better you perform, the more we save.”
It almost killed me to be saying that, if she gives a good performance, or, in other words gives this man, who has no right to be making these demands, a good fuck, we might be saving money in years to come. Regardless of the outcome, I was hoping my wife would at least demonstrate some reluctance at having to do this.
No such luck. Without hesitation, and all the while keeping her eyes on him, my wife rolled onto her back and spread her legs invitingly. “He can probably do his best evaluating starting in this position.”
'Fuck!' I was looking at my wife in disbelief. Before, she had been exposing herself for me, with him watching. Now, this exposure, her having her legs opened wide and her pussy beckoning invitingly, this is for him. No hesitation, not even a look of disgust on her part. This man turns her on? Makes no sense to me.
Worse, she had said...'starting in this position,' like she plans to do more than just lie there in the missionary and have it end with his cumming in her married pussy and getting off.
This was blackmail of course. I am sure that the government would be frowning completely on what Mr. Dunker is proposing, but then, I had no way to prove it. The best thing to do is just go along, allow him to fuck my wife, and breathe a sigh of relief.
Besides, I could see that my wife was more than willing to go along. Is her willingness to fuck him because she wants to ultimately save us money, or maybe, is it because she sees a chance to experience some strange cock for the first time and not be accused of, or feel that she is cheating?
I guess the Auditor knew she would be in agreement because when I turned to look at him, he already had it sticking out of his opened trousers.
There it was, The Dunker Dick, huge and uncut. It was shaved too, because with no hair in the way, I could see the total expanse of his balls below.
I have to admit, I was instantly jealous as I admired what nature had bestowed upon him.
That cock looked so thick, and though the head was still covered by foreskin, the outline of that beautifully shaped head was clearly visible under the skin. I knew that once he went into my wife and that skin was peeled back, that the head would stroke my wife's inner secrets with a lot of sensitivity and probably drive her wild.
The opening on the end looked to be unusually large, and in my mind I envisioned huge thick spurts of cum shooting forth deeply into my loving wife's vagina.
Of course it would figure, my luck. If my wife is going to be fucked by someone else while married to me, he would be larger. But by this much?
Our marriage, I knew, would never be the same. My wife will have been penetrated, and I suspected now, well fucked and for a long time by a little man wielding a big cock, a cock that will alter my wife's thoughts forever as to exactly how a man is supposed to feel.
I was going to have to trust him. Mr. Dunker had said that the better my wife performs, the lower he might place us tax wise. But what if he doesn't keep his word? What if he fucks the shit out of my wife, ruins her for life, and still goes ahead and jacks up the rent, I mean the taxes?
There'd be nothing I could do. I could see us moving into the highest possible tax bracket if he uses that thing on my wife and she reacts accordingly.
I could see it with my mind, my wife going wild with that cock inside her and having orgasm after orgasm and begging for more, and each orgasm putting us higher up the tax scale.
"Normally, in these situations, we auditors just remove the necessary apparel."
Damn but he sounds so smug, so confident, so cocky.
Leaving his shirt, even his tie on, Mr. Tax man removed his trousers and laid them neatly on the foot of the bed. As his underwear came off, I was further surprised that this little man was even longer than he had looked at first. He had looked much thicker and maybe a bit longer than me, but now that his balls were hanging free and it was all exposed, he was also way longer than me.
I of course had seen uncircumcised men in the gym but this was a first for Liz and her eyes widened as she watched the tax auditor give himself a couple of strokes as he eased his foreskin back and forth and stared between her legs while allowing Liz to have a good look at his massive equipment.
Her loud sigh was pretty indicative of how my wife is going to be reacting to this fucking she is about to receive.
Judging by the size of his cock it was certain that he would not be leaving my wife's pleasure center in the same condition in which he had found it.
I was already thinking in my head and wondering: Come next tax season, will I be able to claim some depreciation on my wife's pussy after his evaluating having been performed today?
It was too late now to express my concerns as I watched him climb onto the bed and wasting no time, get between Liz's legs. She was already wet and partially stretched from me and needed no foreplay, and he was on and because she hastily reached down and aimed him, he was in her within seconds.
I took note that as she had seized his cock by the shaft to aim it, that his foreskin had gone back down over the head as she tugged.
I got closer to them in order to see and watched in disbelief as that thick head shouldered her inner lips out to each side and eased in. Without any hesitation he went deep, more than I thought she'd be able to handle so early on.
With a loud sigh of pleasure she took it all and surprised me as I saw her smile, big time as he pulled it back out, exposing the head because now the foreskin had been pulled all the way back and I even was able to see how his head opened her lips again, then stretched them out to the side, and then how her lips closed down and clamped tight around his shaft as his slippery head disappeared somewhere deep inside.
I had never seen and heard my wife's reaction before as to how she would be responding to having another man's organ within her. It's a good thing there is no tax bracket for noise generation because my wife would have been placed way up there.
Still, I had a moment of hope that maybe my wife would not cum with him because he was moving slowly, barely using his cock on her it seemed as he pumped her gently. But I was to be proved wrong as my wife started doing some of his work for him.
Yes, her voice, it was way up there, and her legs were going way up there as well. She was taking him deep, and trying for deeper. He was lying on her, but for the moment, staying up on his knees and elbows. His ass, I must admit, was firmly rounded and looking just like a good ass should be looking.
I had thought he was just going to do an examination of her most valuable asset so I am not sure what his tongue in her mouth had to do with anything but my wife seemed not to mind as she tongued him back.
'He's owning her.' I did not want to believe my eyes. They were kissing, and the way it looked, with true feeling. I had watched porn movies in the past, and noted that the actors usually did not kiss, and if they did, it was because the way it looked, the female half had actually became aroused.
That was my wife now, aroused, of that there was no doubt.
His hands all over her breasts were also not necessary but again, my wife did not seem to mind as she reached her first orgasm in a remarkably short time. Immediately he paused in his stroking as my wife went limp and after he had straightened up onto his knees while my wife laid under him with her body shaking, he calmly made a note in his book.
In my mind this man has just known, intimately, giving her an intense orgasm, the most beautiful and loving wife in the country, and he is still treating this like a business deal. Well, I guess it was a business deal, for me, but I suspect, for me alone.
I heard him mutter almost under his breath as he made notations. "Most interesting. In less than two minutes I would say."
Right. I had seen it, I was hearing it, and I still couldn't believe it. Never before had she done this. In less than two minutes my wife had already reached orgasm, one that I knew had probably been more intense than her usual. Unless he had been telling us the truth, that he would lower our rating based on her performance, she had already placed us higher.
"Your wife, it would seem, is quite responsive to stimuli. Now I shall do more evaluating." Giving me a smile first, Dwight Dunker, auditor, again laid down over my wife and began pumping as she groaned with pleasure. It looked like he was fucking my wife with longer strokes now, pulling back a long ways and sliding forward, further, further until he was buried with each stroke.
I was holding my erect cock in one hand now as I watched. Not jacking it, just holding. I was torn between watching the workings of my wife's pussy as it enveloped his cock, and the workings of my wife's mouth as it enveloped his tongue.
Both of them were sweating heavily and I was hoping he would not try to add on a tax for water wastage. If he did, I was going to hit him up for beds sheet replacement because of all the stains that were being placed on the sheets under my wife.
He had laid his notebook aside and instead of resuming his pumping so he could have his own orgasm, he was taking the opportunity to further play with my wife's breasts as he enjoyed her feel and prolonged the act.
I did not waste the opportunity to be seeing what was happening between their genitals as I moved in close and stared down between their bodies. As Mr. Dunker was fondling her breasts, he had stopped moving with his lower half.
His shiny cock was maybe halfway in, and I could see how widely stretched around him my wife's inner lips were. My cock was hard again, completely up, and as I still held it with one hand, Mr. Dunker chose that exact moment to look back over his shoulder and at me.
He saw my cock, erect and I am sure, looking inferior in comparison to his cock. Still, he made a remark, perhaps to give me some assurance that my status as a husband is intact. "Remarkable. You are erect again and with no aid of anything other than the visual. You are a lucky man sir, to have a penis that still works so well and a wife like this to enjoy it with."
I sighed. "Yes Mr. Dunker, I guess I should be thankful."
His comments had caused my wife to look away from his face and over at me. She too saw my cock fully erect and at the moment, with a drip of pre-cum hanging off the end, and smiled. Within, I sighed. My wife knows now, I am aroused at seeing her being fucked by another man. I will not be able to lay a guilt trip on her later, no chance.
"We have a sub-category for a woman's breasts in the new tax scales as well," said Mr. Dunker, Auditor as he continued to fondle Liz's breasts. Most of the ratings are based upon the quality of the pussy, but with these lovely breasts, her evaluation would be raised five points."
He was fondling her breasts and I saw him actually lick his lips as he enjoyed the feel of my wife's tight pussy. "As you can see as I enjoy not only the feel of your wife's lovely breasts as I do my evaluating, but also her so very snug pussy, that our new administration believes in full transparency in government."
"Yes sir. I can see that."
I saw my chance to inquire. "Mr. Dunker. I know you are doing some evaluating on my wife's pussy, but how can you be objective about it?"
He paused again in his stroking, and I saw an annoyed look on my wife's face.
"Objective Sir? How, exactly, do you mean?"
"I mean, Mr. Dunker, that you are obviously going deeper and stretching my wife more than I can, so therefore she would be feeling different for you, even tighter, and...and probably feeling better overall to you than she does for me since you are also enjoying more of her internal depth then I can."
"Yes, I agree that is undoubtedly what is happening. Your wife's pussy is marvelous in its' texture and feel, very slippery feeling and yet capable of gripping my cock very tightly and giving so much feeling in response to my stroking into her. So what is your question, exactly?"
"Well, Mr. Dunker, wouldn't her pussy be in a lower tax bracket when being used by my smaller cock than with yours?"
I hated to say that because of cock sizes and how she is stretched so tight around him that Liz would be feeling better to him than to me in front of my wife, but we were talking taxes here.
"Yes, that is true," Dwight Dunker replied as he continued to smile down at my wife and fondle her breasts. "But from experience I can make determinations based on seeing the husband's cock within his wife and how her lips seem to be stretched around him before I fuck her.
I am mentally, right now as I enjoy the feel of your wife's vagina embracing my penis, knocking off some points as to how she must feel to you compared to the feeling I am enjoying. Your penis appears to be over two inches shorter than mine, and at least an inch thinner in diameter, so I am knocking off three points and dropping how she feels to you into another category.
I have learned how to do this, quite accurately, because of experience in these matters.
Based on that, the smaller size of a husband's penis, and how his wife feels around me, I can make a pretty close evaluation of the overall quality of the pussy in question."
"From experience Sir? You have done this before, with other men's wives?"
"Yes. This program has been in place for some months, but we are sending mailings to different sectors of the country in sequence in order to be better able handle each case as it comes up."
"How many wives have you tested in this manner, Mr. Dunker?"
"Over a dozen. Usually I do not have to go into people's homes, and of course when I do, not everyone qualifies to receive my offer to lower them in the tax schedules."
"You mean Sir, that you only fuck the best looking wives?"
"Exactly. And your wife certainly qualifies on that count, not only looks, but..." he took another couple of strokes into my wife to illustrate his point, "on the quality of her pussy. One of the best, perhaps my best so far."
"See Honey," my wife said happily as she looked up at me, and my hard cock. "You are married to the best, it's now official because the government says so."
I nodded in agreement, all the while still hoping that Mr. Dunker enjoying the best did not result in us paying higher taxes.
"Aaah, Mr. Dunker sir. Just wondering. How do those other husbands act, the ones that see you fucking their wives? Do they seem upset, or mad, or maybe, turned on?"
He snickered. "Most husbands act indignant at first, but as they see their wives becoming aroused, and I must admit some wives were not as willing at first as your wife seems to be, the husbands seem to accept the inevitable, that as time goes by, their wives are enjoying taking my large penis."
"Do any of the men, like, maybe play with themselves as they watch?"
Both Mr. Dunker and LIz shot a quick look at me to see if I was playing with myelf, and though they saw my erection, fortunately at the moment my hand was not on it.
"You can play with yourself if you like sir, I am sure your wife will understand."
I wanted to tell him that it was probably the effects of the red Viagra pill, but kept it to myself. I knew that excuse would be feeble.
Then I was tempted to ask my wife what kind of evaluation she would make of Mr. Dunker's big cock if given the opportunity but I kept my thoughts to myself. For all I knew, the tax codes might have a value rendered category for raising our rates because my wife has received pleasure from a tax man.
Mr. Dunker allowed my wife to rest for maybe only a minute and started on her again. This time he got lower onto her, almost lying with all his body over hers. Again, my wife's legs came up, around his ass, and then, after a minute, around his waist.
"I shall not merely be fucking your wife," he had replied. "I will be performing a thorough analysis of your wife's performance values."
Those words he had spoken earlier had not just been idle talk. He was doing exactly that, doing a thorough analysis of my wife's performance values.
This adjusted position automatically placed his head next to my wife's and now their mouths and tongues were in continuous interplay. Seeing how involved my wife might be with him mentally because of the kissing, I wiped a tear away from my cheek and turned my head away and moved lower down so I could better see the action between his cock and my wife's pussy.
It might sound strange, but I was finding that the image of my wife's married pussy being stretched and manipulated by a cock she is not married to was easier on my mind than seeing their kissing passionately at the other end.
Besides, the viewing of their joined genitals was keeping my cock hard, rock hard. Despite the fact they would probably see, my hand was back in place.
He immediately took note. "I see that your are maintaining that erection quite well. Perhaps it is the sight of your wife obviously receiving so much pleasure from an organ she is unfamiliar with and not being quiet about it that has you so aroused sir?"
I had to be honest, my feelings were expressing themselves so visibly it could not be denied.
"Yes, I must admit. Seeing my wife under another man that is taking possesion and giving her a better fucking than I can is quite arousing, I can't deny it."
I felt another tear, one, and then two running down my cheek as I saw my wife working her body below his in order to receive the maximum pleasure possible from that Dunker Dick. What I had just said, those painful words, apparently had not affected Liz's feelings in the least.
As I wiped the tears away I kept watching from down between their legs and seeing how much his hugeness was manipulating my wife's pussy. The Dunker dick was so wide that not only were Liz's tight inner lips being moved around, but sometimes her outer lips as well.
His thickness was dragging her inner lips outward each time he pulled back, and when he went in, the entire region around her hole seemed to cave in with him.
So much sex was going on between Mr. Dunker and my wife that I was thinking in terms of user tax, miles driven tax, and a tax for wear and depreciation. Oh yes, definitely I would be checking for a wear and depreciation clause.
Her legs were staying way up around his waist now and he was pumping vigorously and my wife again got quite noisy. His second evaluation did not take all that long but was deep, wide-ranging and very probing.
I say probing because not only was Mr. Dunker deeply probing my married pussy, but he had reached under and using some of her juices to lubricate his finger, slipped it two digits deep into her anus. She moaned and began bucking her hips even harder.
I knew now, my wife had voted for Biden, while I had voted Libertarian. Now it seemed, I am getting payback.
My wife had another orgasm. This time, my being down there, even though his finger was inserted into my wife's anus, I still saw every contraction my wife's vagina was having. They seemed to go on and on. Maybe I should have counted because there might be a sub-category in the new tax code for orgasmic contractions. and as soon as she had finished, he was there.
"Now I shall conclude my evaluation in a most satisfactory manner."
The Auditor seemed to have these evaluations down to a science because he had timed it perfectly. My wife's entire body seemed to be shaking as she held him tight with her arms and legs and felt his powerful throbbing going on within her most taxable body part.
I could see his cock surging within, the skin actually bulging on the outsides of his shaft going down to his balls as he throbbed intensely into my wife's married pussy. His anus too, going through an opening and closing motion with each throb. I forgot to start counting until it was too late. Eight, nine, more?
I kept watching after his groans seemed to be fading. I could see that Mr. Dunker had placed a very large load within my wife because even with how tightly squeezed his cock was being held by her tight lips, some cum was trying to ooze out and drip down onto her anus.
Though I am sure it had nothing to do with any tax evaluating, they continued to kiss after the fucking had came to a close. Fuck, not just for a few seconds were they kissing, but maybe for a few minutes. The fucking had ended, the reach orgasms part, but he continued to pump slowly so as to drain more of his cum into my wife.
Again, after pulling his finger out of her anus and wiping her slipperiness onto a sheet, he kept his cock in her as he rose onto his knees and again made some notes into his notebook, and he let us hear. "Twelve contractions around my finger that time. Impressive, most impressive indeed."
I counted in my head. Yes, twelve was a lot of contractions. I couldn't resist asking. "Twelve times Sir? Is that perhaps a new record?"
He smiled as he finished making notes in his pad and laid it down. "Yes, yes it is for an orgasm that stands alone. I have had women that seem to keep cumming constantly, but their orgasms I suspect might not be as intense as one that stands alone. Your wife is lucky in that aspect. Each time she comes, it is more than just an orgasm, it is an event!"
Taking notes after a most notable experience.
After he had pulled out of her, Mr. Dunker remained on his knees and immediately made some more notes in his pad as he stared down at my wife with her heaving breasts and shiny matted down pussy hair so visible to both of us. His cock was dangling slightly now, and residual cum was dripping out of that fat head and falling onto her pussy lips.
Then, rising onto his knees, he climbed off the mattress.
I guess all that extra pumping had not succeeded in his leaving it all inside her forever changed vagina. That fuck between my wife and our tax auditor, despite being professional and businesslike in nature, had perhaps been the fuck of the century as far as our marriage was concerned.
Then Liz shocked me as she went beyond. Giving more than expected or required.
"Bring that remarkable cock over here Mr. Dunker and let me clean it up for you."
As I watched in disbelief, Liz eagerly grasped his dangling penis with two hands as he approached and took it fully into her mouth, the head and perhaps two inches beyond. While squeezing up with her fingers, I saw her cheeks sink in as she sucked more cum out of his shaft, and then I saw her throat muscles flex as she swallowed.
Once more she did it, making the motions, and then, taking her mouth off, she continued to hold his cock as she looked up and smiled. "I think that's got it all, Mr. Dunker, we don't want anything to be draining in those nice pants of yours after you leave." With that, my wife sighed and reluctantly released his cock.
A minute later my wife was still lying spread-eagle on the bed and trying to catch her breath and watching as he pulled on his pants. For some time now, the later part of her intense fucking and now the aftermath, Liz had not looked over at me. I was waiting, afraid to speak, and wondering how our tax evaluation would end up. My wife, it appeared, had gone overboard with her response.
“I know what you might be thinking, and do not concern yourself over the two intense orgasms your wife has just experienced” said Dwight Dunker, Auditor.
“I had already heard your wife having relatively mild orgasms previously with you and that gave me a basis for comparison, and I shall not jump you into a higher tax bracket since it was obvious that those very intense orgasms your wife had with me were not the norm for her and were being generated entirely by my large penis."
Now she once again seemed aware of my existence. My wife, her face shiny with sweat, looked at me and agreed.
"That's true honey. Mr. Dunker's big penis is the main reason I was cumming so hard."
I didn't know if my wife was just admitting the truth, or being wise in saying that so he would lower us on the tax scale if he keeps his word.
"Your wife is very intelligent," he went on. "Since she consented to having a wide-spread and deeply personal evaluation done of her pleasure center and also allowing me to make a substantial deposit within, I am satisfied that your wife is worthy of being placed in the middle third tax bracket.
You understand of course that in reality, because of the intense pleasure your wife's wonderfully tight pussy is capable of generating that your wife should rightfully be placed into the upper twenty percent but since the two of you have been so co-operative I will make marks in my book accordingly."
He smiled. "Overall, you will be paying ten percent less in taxes for the next few years."
"Ahh sir," I ventured. "Is there a further deduction I can take for having had my wife's married pussy being used for such a long time by an outsider cock and possibly having been stretched and altered in feel for me in years to come?"
"There is, but it is already included in the bracket I placed you in, so there will be no further reduction. I will say though, I enjoyed your wife's pussy and her reactions to the evaluating I did with my cock so much, that if there were further reductions to be had, I would certainly tell you about it."
My head was hanging as I admitted what I was thinking. "After that fuck, she'll probably be making comparisons in her mind for a long time."
"Most likely Sir, that is usually what happens, but treat her well sir and I am certain she will stick with you."
The auditor clicked his pen a few times, opened his briefcase and placed the notebook within it. "On behalf of the Biden government, I thank you both for your cooperation."
My wife sighed and would not meet my eyes as I heard her say, “It was a pleasure to be serving under you, Dwight Dunker.”
My wife, I noted, had remembered not just his last name but also his first.
He made his way to the bedroom door and exited. I quickly followed, stopping long enough to retrieve my underwear from a sculpture in the hallway to cover myself up.
I figured there was no need for him to be seeing that totally soft, I only measure 3 inches long.
At the front door, the auditor turned to me. "You're a lucky man."
I nodded.
"With a wife such as yours, so beautiful, energetic, with luxurious breasts and a pleasure center that clings tightly to your sex organ with every stroke, and the way it felt, clings even tighter to mine, and with her being so uninhibited in her use of it, I must admit that I envy you. You are wealthy Sir in ways that are hardly quantifiable."
"But you will try," I said. “I am sure you will quantify it."
The auditor nodded. "It's my job. Screwing taxpayers is my business."