Opening the Marriage (4 page)

I turned around and sat on his pole. The
width opened me up in a painfully pleasant way. It was not unlike
losing my virginity again. Except so much better. It got easier
once my cunt accommodated the giant head. I planted my legs and
arms for better control and eased my way down, up and down slowly,
inch by inch, taking my time and calming my heart. Several
beautiful minutes later I had the whole thing inside me and I have
never felt so full. Oh, I am so going to get used to this.

Keeping my eyes closed, I concentrated on the
wonderful sensations as I dug his pole. I adjusted my center of
gravity until I found the sweet spot that allowed me to go up and
down the fastest. Then I rode that horse like an Apache. A couple
of inches may not seem like a lot, but it really fucking is. I will
never look at a Dodger Dog the same again.

Rodney pinched my nipples and slapped my ass
as my orgasm flowed towards me. Looking back, I think the width
made a bigger difference than the additional length, the way it
forced my pussy muscles back. I had been leaning forward and my
long black hair kept poking my lover in the eye, so I threw my head
back and my hair scattered against my back. This changed my
carefully adjusted center of gravity and I felt just a little more
penis poke me deep inside. I gasped at the surprise, then something
hit my pussy with a 2X4 and I screamed like a motherfucker. I am
normally quiet in bed -- that would forever change -- so my scream
vented a hell of a lot of desire, stress, anger, resentment, and
bitchiness. Rodney, bless him, was using both hands to lift me at
the waist and slam me down, making me feel wonderfully out of
control. My climax surged up from my very soul and out my mouth as
my muscles tried to choke the life out of his penis.

Bug-eyed and lightheaded, I fell on top of
him, completely spent. He held me tight and whispered reassuringly.
I sensed a tenderness in him that I never detected in Jack. He
sucked my new big titties and touched me all over with those huge
hands. After I caught my breath, but before my head cleared, he
rolled me on my back and put my ankles on his shoulders.

Oh shit! He hasn't cum yet.

His dick had never exited my pussy, so he
started fucking me slowly to give me time to catch up. I was so
dazed that a rabid dog could have raped me and I would not have had
the energy to stop him. I never got into drugs, but this is what it
must feel like. I felt his massive cock plunge my depth, forcing
its way deep, my boobs flopping like waves crashing a beach. I
heard a sloshing sound and looked towards the bathroom, before
realizing with horror that it was me. I fucking flowed like the
Mississippi. I wet the damn bed! He hadn't cum, so all that was
just me. Incredible.

As a strong woman, I never submitted to no
man, but that's what it felt like as this giant spread my legs wide
and fucked me hard. I wasn't coherent enough to talk, so my
involuntary groans and moans filled the room. My eyes briefly
focused enough to see the camera with a broadside view of the big
dick punching my soul. Rodney had it down pat now, pulling it
almost all the way out before shoving it hard all the way in. I
pictured myself playing this for Jack during halftime, before his
friends, and the image spike my temperature. I looked into the
closest camera as my third orgasm overwhelmed my senses. I yelled
at the top of my lungs before my eyes rolled up into my head.

That did it for Rodney who matched my yell
and unloaded inside me. I had the strength of a rag doll at this
point, so I just gestured for him to come closer. The camera near
my head recorded me sucking our juices off of his beautiful penis.
We tasted even better together than separate.

"Film your cum flowing out of me."

My compliant lover positioned a camera real
close to my pussy while I lifted my legs and spread them wide. I
tried my Kegle exercises to push his sperm out. "Oh yeah!" I heard
him say, so I fingered my pussy to scoop up my reward. I brought
the cum on my fingers slowly to my mouth so the camera could
follow, then licked my hand clean with relish. I felt a
contentedness that I never knew with my husband, who was suppose to
love me.

Rodney turned off the cameras and snuggled me
tight.

"Tell me your fantasies," Rodney said.

"Well, fucking a black man hung like a horse
was one, preferably one friendly with my husband, but I think we
got that covered. I'd like to see how many men I can handle in one
night. You know, two or three at a time. When one finishes, another
takes his place. I want to have sex in public, I'd love to hit an
all-nude beach, and maybe get paid for it like a real prostitute.
Oh, and a pseudo-rape."

"What's pseudo-rape?" he asked.

"It's a common fantasy that's usually better
left at fantasy. In my version, several men force themselves on me,
even though I fight them at first. I want them to pin me down and
have their way with me. Rip my clothes off and publicly humiliate
me. Cold, ugly, fat bastards -- true assholes who like to dominate.
I want them to use pain to make me comply and to fuck me long after
I want them to stop. Oh, they have to make me suck them off and
violate my ass. I fantasize about being covered in cum." I paused.
"Did I just say all that out loud?"

Rodney brushed it off. "Would you like to be
with a woman?"

Wow. I never thought of that. "If she's hot.
Preferably someone Jack knows."

"What about Cindy? She was so mad when Jack
got her drunk and talked her into it. He's good at that. She
regretted it, since she was suppose to have my bigger cock that
night, and would love to get back at him."

"Do you think she'd do me?" I asked.

"I honestly don't know. I'll email her. She's
at Princeton now, but she comes home for the holidays. She has a
boyfriend at school, but still likes my deep dicking."

"Send her my pictures and tell her I want to
fuck her to fuck with Jack."

"Cool. Meanwhile, I thought of someone else
you may wish to consider. Jack fucked a girl named Julie and her
husband, Matt, wants revenge. On them both. He's nothing special to
look at, but neither is he all that bad. But he's not a player, and
so hasn't had any luck yet. You, however, as the wife of his wife's
lover, would be perfect. Even better, I bet he would pay for the
privilege."

"How much?" Oh my God, I'm gonna prostitute
myself! I know men would find making money fucking women their
dream job, but women are raised differently. A part of me wanted to
become a whore.

"If he's clean, what would you be willing to
do with him?"

"Everything. He can cum up my ass and down my
throat. I have five years to make up for."

He kissed me gently. "I'll hook you up,
girlfriend."

CHAPTER 5

Rodney arranged a "date" with Matt at a
nearby Ramada Inn and took payment to avoid legal troubles. He even
examined their medical records to ensure they were clean. I didn't
care so much about the money, unlike real prostitutes, but I never
imagined I would be so nervous. For one, Rodney said Matt was
bringing his boss, so I had to service two clients. I couldn't
complain, since I asked for it, but a part of me begged the rest of
me to back out. Last night I tossed and turned for hours. I just
could not see how guys could fuck a total stranger without getting
the jitters.

I spent forever getting dressed, changing one
outfit for another, unable to clear my head. They would have me all
day, if they wanted, and they specifically wanted lots of oral and
anal. I put it on the menu, but didn't expect my anus to twitch all
night. I used my new collection of vibrators to prepare my anal
muscles, but something told me they were going to be rougher than I
was accustomed to. Hell, that's why the sex vixen in me wanted this
in the first place. Unfortunately, the shy conservative Catholic
virgin was going, instead.

The valet guy freaked me out, so I parked way
the fuck out in self-parking and walked in my high heels through
the crowded entrance to the elevator. Ever since I got my big
bobbies, lots of guys now looked at me, and I still wasn't use to
it. I liked it, except now, when I was prostituting myself just to
get my freak on. I waited with several others for the elevator,
feeling increasingly uncomfortable in my sexy red dress that
flashed way too much cleavage. Shit, until a month ago, I didn't
even have cleavage. I would have had second thoughts, but I passed
that bitch miles ago. I had committed myself by accepting their
money. Now I had to woman up and fuck them silly.

The crowded elevator seemed to stop at every
damn floor. The suspense was killing me. One well-dressed guy in
particular tried to make small talk. Eventually, they all left,
except him. No sooner did the door close than he propositioned
me.

"I would do anything to be with you."

"Bark like a dog!" I commanded. And the crazy
fucker did! "Whip out your dick!" While fear permeated the rest of
me, my pussy kept getting wetter at the prospect of fucking two
total strangers. I don't know what got over me, when I said:
"Finger me to an orgasm and I'll suck you off."

I did not need to pull a gun, either, for him
to offer his hand while stopping the elevator. I ignored the
blaring horn and guided him to my underground lair, which he probed
for explosives. He gasped upon discovering that I didn't wear
panties. Even without a Google Map he reached his destination,
going hard and deep. I don't understand why a finger can so easily
bring me off, while a small penis cannot. Whatever.

"Kiss me!" the horny slut inside me
demanded.

As I sucked his tongue out, he jackhammered
me hard and fast until I spilled my drink all over him. I should
have been embarrassed at how wet I was, but I wasn't. Like that, my
head cleared. I fell to my knees to suck him deep and fast. I swear
it was physically impossible to bob on his sweet cock any quicker.
I wasn't even in a hurry. I closed my eyes and savored the
experience of blowing a total stranger. When he came, he came hard,
flooding my throat with great tasting semen. I wanted more, but
unfortunately, he ran out.

"Where will you be, late this afternoon?" I
asked my handsome lover.

"In room 803, waiting for you."

"I can't promise anything."

"I understand."

I found my way to my appointment, still
early, but not shaking nearly as much. I took a shot of mouthwash
and spit it in a plastic plant on the way so my kisses didn't taste
like cum. I knocked on the door and it immediately opened. I
recognized Matt from the picture Rodney showed me. He welcomed me
in and I checked out the other guy. Older, distinguished, and not
bad looking at all, other than a little paunch. I felt so horny I
could easily explode. I pulled my dress over my head so we could
get this party started.

"I'll drink whatever you're having."

It turns out they had different drinks, so I
downed them both, then played my tiny MP3 player so I had music to
fuck to.

"If it's been a while, I should suck you off
first so you last that much longer the second time."

Unsurprisingly, they didn't argue. The older
guy never even offered his name and I discovered that I didn't care
as I kissed him on the mouth and forced him to give me tongue.
Ohhh, that loosened him up. I ordered him to strip, then kissed
Matt until I felt strange hands exploring my body. That felt so
good, a total stranger feeling me up, grabbing my ass and holding
my tits.

"Get me more bourbon," I instructed the older
guy, before dropping to my knees and gobbling the younger guy's
throbbing dick. I sensed that he would not last long. The more
magma in the volcano, the quicker it blows.

His prick stood at a thirty degree angle up,
which made swallowing it all the easier. Once my mouth closed over
his head he moaned like I hurt him. After Rodney, sucking him down
to the pubic hairs was easy. I just loved having a cock in my
mouth. Especially someone new. Cheating on Jack excited me. I could
feel my juices flowing, so my pussy knew what was coming. He washed
it recently, too, which I appreciated. I could still smell the soap
as I bobbed up and down, hungry for my dessert. I wasn't trying to
suck him off as quickly as possible -- I just wanted his cum so
bad. I felt so naughty. I couldn't believe how impatient I had
become. Rodney explained that the guys he talked with needed time
to get checked for sexually transmitted diseases, but I was
overheating here. And that's with Rodney boning me every fucking
day, and quite a few nights. I joked to Rodney that we made love
three time a week, and fucked the other days.

I cupped Matt's balls and he nearly jumped.
He stabilized himself by planting a hand on the dresser, apparently
afraid he would fall. I was working it pretty fast now -- not just
sucking a couple inches like most girls, but going deep each time.
I loved how it felt when my mouth pulled back to the tip of his
penis, then engulfed it again. Sucking cock is so awesome. I never
blew Jack anymore, and didn't realize how much I needed it.

The other cock smacked my face, so I
alternated. His wasn't long, but really fat, and I loved how he
filled my mouth, gagging me just the right amount. For several
minutes I went back and forth, but felt the younger one getting
close, so I concentrated on Matt.

His gasping changed and I felt his purple
helmet swell up. I bobbed even faster now, eager for my prize, when
he exploded into my mouth, coating my tongue with his delicious
cum. I have now tasted the sperm of four men, and a part of me
wanted to taste every healthy man on Earth. I kept going, despite
his pleading, until I milked him dry. He collapsed onto the bed, so
I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring the rope of cum on my
chin. I scooped it up and licked it off, comparing the taste. He
didn't taste better than Rodney, and different but not superior to
Jack.