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Subject: {ASSM} Kelly's Unexpected Discovery {Biff Jones} (MF cheat smoking drugs creampie)
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the author.  Names have been changed to protect the parties involved.
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This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a fantasy.  Don't do
things you'll regret.

***********

    Kelly's Unexpected Discovery (MF cheat smoking drugs creampie)
 
    It was the creaking of the office chair that brought Kelly to
wakefulness from her light sleep.  She glanced at the clock: 10:30 pm.
It wasn't yet late, but she'd been tired and had gone to bed nearly an
hour earlier.  As was often the case, Biff had not come to bed yet
since he normally didn't get sleepy as early as she.

    Kelly quietly rose from bed with the intention of having a quick
pee in the bathroom.  She noticed the sound again; a soft, rhythmic
squeaking that emanated from the general direction of the office.  A
part of her weary mind sensed something out of the ordinary and she
unconsciously tiptoed to the office door and peeked through the crack
into the dimly lit room.  What she saw surprised her somewhat.  Her
husband was sitting in his chair masturbating in front of the
computer.

    At first she was angry and thought that perhaps he was having
cybersex with some bitch over the Internet.  However, she soon
realized that he seemed to be flipping back and forth between a screen
full of text and porn photos; there was no typing going on.  She was
too far away to read the words on the screen, but there was no
mistaking the meaning of the images.  Most were photos of one woman
being fucked by two or three men at a time, even being double
penetrated.  Some seemed to be come shots showing sperm leaking from
women's freshly fucked pussies, including close-ups.  There were also
occasional shots of one man with two women, although these were less
frequent.

    Kelly felt her cunt start to heat up and noticed the faint trickle
of vaginal juices leaking down her inner thighs.  She watched Biff
hungrily pump his cock as he looked at the photos and flipped back to
what she now assumed was some sort of a sex story.  He continued this
way for several minutes, reading a page, and then viewing some images.

    As she grew more aroused, Kelly quietly slipped a finger between
her sticky lips and touched her clitoris.  She muffled a moan at the
unexpected surge of pleasure.  Though she had never thought of herself
as a voyeur before, she realized that the surreptitious act of
observing her husband in this private moment was turning her on
intensely.  She masturbated in rhythm with Biff, rubbing her clit
furiously with one hand while moving two fingers from her other hand
into the depths of her twat.

    Finally, just as she saw the first jet of white semen erupt from
Biff's cock to land in the hand towel he held ready, she let her
climax wash through her.  Kelly's thighs trembled and her slit leaked
freely around her hand and wrist.  She frigged herself slowly until
the orgasm subsided, licking her lips while Biff's come continued to
squirt from his penis.  Satiated, she slunk off to the bedroom and
quietly laid back down so that he wouldn't know that she had seen him.

**********

    The following morning, Kelly feigned not feeling well when the
alarm went off.  She convinced Biff to call in sick for her and
pretended to go back to sleep while he got ready for work.  Seconds
after she heard his key turn in the lock as he left for work, she was
moving.  He had been thoughtful enough to leave the coffee pot half
full for her and she poured herself a cup, tightening her bathrobe's
belt about her waist.  Then she moved purposely for the office.

    She sat down at his computer and thought for a moment.  First
things first, she told herself.  She clicked on the Start button and
moved the mouse to the Recent Documents section.  She cursed softly at
the absence of any files in it; clearly Biff had emptied it before
coming to bed.  

    "Destroying the evidence, eh?" she murmured to herself as she lit
a cigarette and got serious about searching.  She spent several
minutes looking through his email box and navigating through the file
folders on his hard drive for promising files, with no luck.  All in
all, it took nearly half an hour before her first break, and almost
immediately she hit the mother lode.  While running a Windows Search
for "fuck" on the hard drive, she began opening programs whose names
she didn't recognize.  A few minutes later she stumbled across Biff's
newsgroup reader and was rewarded with subscribed groups with names
like alt.sex.stories and alt.binaries.pictures.creampie.  Moments
later, the search turned up several files in an innocuous sounding
directory hidden deep in the system folder.

    Where to start first, she wondered, drawing deeply on her
cigarette.  She decided to flip through the newsgroups first.  There
were few files actually stored within them, she noticed immediately.
However, the alt.sex.stories folder was full of messages.  She didn't
understand what all the story codes meant at first, but most of them
were intuitive and many of the story titles made the codes fairly
clear.  She realized quickly that most of the stories included topics
of couples cheating, especially slut wives, as well as creampies and
group sex.  She wasn't sure what the "creampie" description meant, but
a glance through a few of the messages gave her a clear understanding
that matched the come dripping photos she had noticed the night
before.

    That reminded her to navigate to the folder that her search had
returned.  She almost laughed once she found it, seeing the evidence
of her husband's passion for organization.  There were folders for
"Video", "Photos", and "Stories", and the first two were
subcategorized with names like "MMF", "MFF", "Creampie", "Smoking",
"Sybian", and more.  She took her time and went through every folder
thoroughly.  Somewhere around the 90-minute mark, she realized her
cunt was burning with arousal.  Without another thought, she went and
retrieved a thick dildo and a vibrator from the bedroom.  She sat back
down in her husband's chair and started working the dong into her
moist pussy, groaning as the 2 1/2" latex cock spread her wide open.

    She worked the dildo inside herself as she continued to view her
husband's porn stash.  She found most of the images incredibly sexy
and had to admit that his taste was very good.  The smoking photos
went quickly; this was her husband's fetish and she both understood
and indulged it for him, but looking at pictures of other women
smoking didn't especially turn her on.  The group sex images aroused
her more, especially the photos of a woman with a dick in her mouth
and pussy in the same time.  Her cunt clenched at the sight of the
double-penetration shots and she had to slow down so as not to come
too quickly.  Even the creampie photos aroused her and as she saw
shots of men eating women's come-filled crotches she understood why it
never bothered Biff to eat her out after sex.

    However, it was the Sybian folder the finally drove her over the
edge.  She had never heard of the machine, but the videos inside
showed women riding the ultimate saddle-style vibrator in non-stop
screaming orgasms for minutes at a time.  She grabbed her vibrator and
pressed it firmly against her clit while ramming the massive dildo
into her snatch.  Soon her cries matched those coming from the
computer's audio system and she felt a tremendous orgasm rush through
her, leaving a creamy froth on the dildo.

    She paused for a quick lunch and then got back to her snooping.
The last thing left was the stories folder, but it ended up taking her
most of the afternoon to thoroughly peruse, and she ended up fucking
herself with the dildo a second time before it was complete.  All of
the files in the folder were Word documents, and she realized almost
immediately that they were sex stories that Biff had written, some
labeled true and some fiction, and almost all starring her.  A quick
flip back to the newsgroup confirmed that he had posted them -- all of
them.  A strange rush came over her as she realized that thousands of
people had read of her hottest real sexual experiences as well as the
wildest imaginations her husband could conjure.

    There was no alternative.  Kelly read every single story from
start to finish, taking her fingers from the mouse and keyboard only
to masturbate ever more intently, tweaking her nipples and pumping her
cunt.  When it was finally done, she felt like she knew her husband
far better than she had even a day before.  All of his deepest turnons
had been exposed to her without any interpretation or shielding.
Suddenly the contents of their video porn collection made more sense
to her as she mentally reviewed their subject material and correlated
it with the subjects Biff collected images of and wrote of.

    But how to feel about that?  Some of the interests were fairly
benign.  For example, she'd already known well about his smoking
fetish and enjoyed participating in it.  Similarly, she well knew the
pleasure he took in watching her use very large dildos and knew that
he liked the way she responded to well-hung porn stars in videos.
Even the creampie fetish didn't bother her since after all, she was on
the receiving end of a lot of great oral sex that most men wouldn't
even consider having just fucked a woman.  But then there was the
cheating topic, which was inherently scary to a marriage.  Yet in none
of his stories was there ever deceit or hurtfulness; instead, it was
always openly done or quickly revealed with no negative repercussions.

    And she had to admit, the participant in these extra-marital
affairs in the stories was usually her.  Even in the ones where Biff
described himself fucking another woman, Kelly was almost always
getting dick herself from at least one or two other men.  

    Almost in shock, she found herself becoming aroused for yet a
third time.  It was a rare day that she actually masturbated at all.
She could probably count on one hand the number of times in her life
that it had happened twice in a day.  But three times?  She shook her
head at her own passion and smiled, reaching for the still-wet dildo
once more.  Soon enough, her moans rose again as she visualized
herself in the scenes imagined by her husband, fucking other men and
teasing him with her sloppy, leaking cunt.

***********

    It had been several days since she had discovered Biff's files,
Kelly realized.  She had been careful to mask her presence by emptying
the Recent Documents folder as well, and by all indication, he had no
idea that she had noticed anything.  She caught him masturbating twice
more and again hid the discovery and played with herself as she
watched him.  The first inklings of a plan stirred in her mind.

    They hadn't had sex in about a week and Biff's desire was growing
more obvious by the day.  Kelly started wondering what would happen if
she held back on sex for a while.  Would his fantasy desires grow more
intense?  Was it possible that he would act on them?  She was very
curious, and frankly, her own sexual urges were being relatively well
fulfilled by the voyeuristic masturbation sessions as she watched him
struggle to satisfy his own needs.

    As the days went on, his evening jack-off sessions grew more
frequent.  Kelly started going to bed even earlier in order to give
him more opportunity -- an untended shop, so to speak.  She also took
to keeping her dildo under her pillow at bedtime, the better to get
herself off watching him.  The only disappointment was that she
couldn't let herself use a vibrator as well for fear that he would
hear its buzzing.

    Several times, Biff made a powerful effort to seduce her and she
avoided his advances.  However, at the same time she worked hard to
ensure that he was driven completely mad with desire.  She would lean
into his back, pressing her breasts into him seemingly carelessly.
She also smoked frequently in front of him, kissing him deeply with
her smoky tongue and reveling in the desperate arousal in his eyes.
And of course she ensured that whenever he was around to watch her
dress or undress, she wore nothing but her sexiest matching lingerie.

    Her crowning achievement, she felt, came on a Friday night that
marked just over the two-week mark since they had last fucked.  Biff
had been beating off nightly for the past four days and she felt that
he was starting to really get desperate.  She decided to really work
him over that night.  Conveniently, her period had just started that
day, so she would have a pretty solid built-in excuse to avoid sex;
although they did fuck occasionally during her cycle, it was never on
the first day because it was just too messy and she usually had cramps
anyway.

    Kelly prepared a nice dinner for Biff and had him relax on the
floor in front of her afterwards so that she could massage his
shoulders.  She refilled both of their glasses frequently and before
long they had gone through one bottle and were well into a second.
Biff was pretty drunk, and even Kelly was quite tipsy, although she
had been refilling his glass from her own occasionally to limit her
own intoxication.  Finally she judged the time to be right for her
escalation.

    "Honey, you've never cheated on me, have you?" she asked sweetly.

    "No, of course not!" he responded quickly.

    "Have you ever been tempted?  I mean really tempted -- not just
turned on by a woman you saw?"

    "No, I don't think so.  I've never considered doing anything with
someone else."

    "But you've been turned on by other women though?  Like a girl
with big tits and really awesome cleavage showing?  Or a sexy woman
smoking?  Or some hot chick hitting on you when you're working on the
road?" she persisted.

    "Well, yeah.  I mean, of course I've been turned on -- that's just
natural.  But it doesn't mean I'd do anything about it."  Then Biff
tried to turn the tables, wondering drunkenly where this had come
from.  "What about you, have you ever cheated on me?"

    "No," Kelly said quietly.

    "Well, do you think you ever would?"

    "Well...Probably not.  I don't think so..." Kelly had him exactly
where she wanted now.  She'd intentionally led him down this path so
that she could toss out that ambiguous answer, knowing that it would
lead to probing, and wondering how he would react.

    His response was indignation.  "Probably not?  What the hell does
that mean?"

    "It means that sometimes things happen that you don't plan on.  I
don't want to tempt fate again by making promises that might not be
kept.  I didn't ask you if you would, you know, just if you had."

    It took only a moment, even after all of the wine, for Biff to
pick up on her precise wording.  "Again?  Does that mean you cheated
on someone before?"

    Kelly had charted this conversation long before starting it, and
was pleased to see that she had maneuvered her husband so effectively.
She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, sexily, in front of Biff's
eyes before answering with a lie.  "Yes.  It was a couple of years
before you, and I was in love with him, but...well...I met this man.
He was sexy, and charming, and..." she paused for effect, smoking.
"And his cock was so big, I just had to have it."

    She looked down at her husband's lap and was not surprised to see
his neglected dick straining in his pants.  She kissed him softly,
letting him taste the smoke on her lips.

    "Oh," he said quietly.  "Well, was it a one time thing?"

    "No," she lied again.  "I fucked him for weeks.  God, I was such a
slut about it.  There were times I would sleep with him after a date
with my boyfriend.  There were even times I fucked him before I went
out with my boyfriend, even when I knew we'd be having sex later that
night."

    Kelly touched Biff's chin and tilted his face to look at hers.
She took a long, sensual drag from her cigarette, noting with pleasure
how stiff his cock was inside his pants.  There was no doubt that her
story had aroused him intensely.  Although honesty had always been her
policy in their relationship, she figured that a lie such as this,
inventing something in the past as opposed to covering up something
now, couldn't be all that bad.

    "You must think I'm an evil bitch, don't you?" she asked softly.

    Biff shook his head.  He was torn as to what the appropriate
reaction would be.  He was shocked, for one.  He had never imagined
that Kelly would be capable of such behavior, neither the duplicity
nor the raw sluttiness of it.  He couldn't be angry, since it had
happened well before she'd met him, but of course it concerned him --
they say "once a cheater, always a cheater."  But then there was no
denying how turned on her tale had made him.  It was like the stories
he read, only in real life.  Even in his porn pictures, some of the
sexiest shots were subtle ones where it could be seen that the woman
wore a wedding ring and the man did not.

    Kelly smiled and leaned closely into him.  She parted her lips and
kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue into and around his mouth.  He
could taste her hot, smoky breath and loved every second of the long
kiss.  Her hand cupped the back of his head and pulled him into her.
When she finally broke away to breathe, he was virtually moaning into
her mouth.

    "God honey, I'm so fucking horny!  I need to fuck you so bad..."
he whispered huskily.

    Kelly put her cigarette between her lips and paused.  She gave him
a sympathetic look and then declined him gently.  "I know, you've been
so frustrated...  But I got my period today, and it's really heavy.
I'm way too messy down there, and besides, I've got really bad
cramps."  At his crushed look of disappointment, she threw down her
final twist of the night.  "I'll give you a hand job if you want..."

    Better the compromise than nothing at all, Biff thought.  He
agreed rapidly and let Kelly lead him into the bedroom.  She told him
to lie down on the bed and reached for a container of KY Liquid, a
silky lubricant that felt very good.  She lit another cigarette and
removed her shirt, letting her large breasts dangle loose to give him
some visual stimulation.  Then she began firmly stroking his rigid
cock with long movements and a firm grip.  Biff groaned in pleasure
and watched her breasts shake with her motion and her chest expand as
she inhaled.  From time to time, he closed his eyes for several
strokes and it was obvious that he was fantasizing.

    Kelly decided to tease him a bit more.  Pausing in her hand job,
she inquired, "What are you thinking about?"

    Biff couldn't tell her the truth -- she would never understand, he
felt.  So he simply shrugged and said, "Nothing, really."

    Kelly persisted, stroking him slowly.  "You were thinking about
what I said earlier.  About me cheating.  You're probably upset."  She
kept rubbing his cock, noticing how it grew even larger in her hand at
her words.

    "No, I'm not upset," Biff persisted.  "I mean, sure, it's on my
mind..."  He arched his hips as she squeezed his dick harder and
rubbed faster.  "I just, it's..."  She could tell that his focus was
slipping, so she pushed him.

    "So you understand how that could happen?"  He nodded, eyes
clenched shut.  "You don't think I'm terrible for what I did -- for
fucking that guy?"  This time a shake of the head, teeth clenched.
"Even though I did it dozens of times, cheating on my boyfriend and
lying about it?  Letting him fuck my brains out and fill me up with
his hot load, without a rubber?  And then going and fucking my
boyfriend while his come was leaking out of me, or kissing him after
I'd just given a great blowjob?"  Kelly knew Biff was close and
decided to push him over the edge.  "Christ, I even sat on my
boyfriend's face one night only an hour after my lover shot a huge
load of come in me!"

    Biff's orgasm exploded as her words coincided with the images he
had been mentally conjuring.  His come erupted from his shaft in long,
ropelike spurts that coated her hand and wrist thickly.  She kept
stroking him until the last drops stopped oozing from his tip.  She
let the silence envelop them while his breathing slowed.  Even though
his orgasm had been fantastic, she knew that the seeds she had planted
in his mind would only heighten his desperate arousal and that
tomorrow he would be even hornier.  She wiped her arm off and lay down
alongside him.  Her last words before nodding off would resound in his
mind for the rest of the night.

    "I just, well, not that I'd want you to, but I'd understand if
something ever happened..."

**********

    The next evening saw the couple at their friends Steve and Lisa's
home for dinner.  The beer and wine were flowing freely both before
and after dinner, and all four were feeling quite relaxed and
sociable.  They had not known each other terribly long, but the
friendship had progressed nicely and the two couples got along very
well.

    Kelly subtly watched her husband, masking the attention with
casual drags from her cigarette.  At first she hadn't been certain,
but after a while it had become clear that he was paying a lot of
attention to Lisa.  She smiled inwardly.  Lisa was certainly sexy
enough, with medium-sized breasts and a shapely ass, as well as great
looking dark features.  And she was a natural flirt, the type of woman
that would unconsciously touch a man's arm when talking to him.

    What had grasped Biff's attention this evening, though, was almost
certainly more related to what she wore.  At first glance, there was
nothing outwardly sexy about it.  She had a thin, simple black blouse
on, along with a loosely fitting pair of black cotton slacks that tied
in the front.  But the blouse was unbuttoned just enough that when she
leaned forward, a lacy red bra was clearly visible down the opening,
along with a substantial amount of cleavage.  Even more enticing,
whenever she bent over in the opposite direction, which was somewhat
often, her loose pants slipped down enough to reveal an extremely
high-cut thong made from perfectly sheer black material.

    With a wicked grin, Kelly offered Lisa a cigarette but made sure
that taking it required Lisa to lean far forward, revealing her
cleavage in its splendor.  Then Kelly gave her a light, forcing her to
stay in the compromising position for a few more seconds.  Biff tried
not to be obvious, but his gaze never left Lisa, flicking between the
smoke drifting from her crimson lips to the red fabric that contained
her tits.

    As they often tend to, the conversation turned vaguely sexual.
Kelly maneuvered the topics skillfully, working on her own agenda.
"So you two, tell the truth.  Have either of you ever cheated on
anyone before?"

    Lisa and Steve looked at each other briefly, and then grinned
weakly.  He answered first.  "Yeah, I have.  I'm not really proud of
it, but twice.  That is, on two different women."

    Lisa chimed in.  "Three times for me, on two different guys.
Well, one was an ongoing thing, but I only count it as one."

    "Wow!" Kelly exclaimed.  "On each other?"

    They both nodded sheepishly.  "Before or after you got married,"
Kelly probed.

    They answered simultaneously.  "After," Steve said.  "Both," said
Lisa, blushing furiously and hiding her face behind a cloud of smoke
as she exhaled.

    "Holy shit!  You guys are bad!  What if you rub off on us?" Kelly
shouted, laughing.  The whole group burst into laughter.  Then it was
time for turnabout.

    "Well what about you two?" asked Lisa, taking a drag from her
cigarette.

    Kelly immediately answered with her made-up affair, adding a few
embellishments.  The truth was that she actually never had cheated,
but the story seemed to be working well.  Then Biff became the odd one
out when he admitted that he never had.

    Lisa put her hand on his knee.  "That's so sweet...  Has anyone
ever cheated on you?"

    He shook his head.  "I don't think so."

    The others all gave each other a look that spoke volumes.

    "What?" he protested.  "I don't think anyone has!"
  
    It was Lisa who finally answered, amid the knowing smiles from the
others.  "Sweetie, just about everyone cheats.  It's a fact.  So that
means that, know it or not, just about everyone has also been cheated
on.  Don't worry so much about it, I mean, it's just sex, right?"

    "Cheers!" shouted Steve and Kelly, clinking their glasses
together.  Kelly poured a round of shots for the group and continued
the risqu� discussion.

    Biff found himself struggling more and more to keep his eyes from
dwelling on Lisa's shapely form, particularly as the alcohol loosened
her up movements and caused her to reveal ever more of her bra and
panties in her movements.  The fact that she was freely smoking
Kelly's cigarettes didn't hurt either; in the few weeks they had known
each other, he hadn't realized that she smoked.  And of course her
habit of touching his arm or leg was quite distracting.  He found it
hard to believe she didn't at least have some idea of the effect she
was having on him since her eyes were twinkling brightly whenever she
looked at him.

    His ears perked up again when he heard his wife's voice introduce
yet another sexy topic.  Steve had just made some comment about group
sex and Kelly chimed right in.  "So have you guys ever tried swinging
then?"  

    As much as she had been playing games with Biff by pursuing a
revealing line of conversation, Kelly found herself very interested in
their answer.  Her panties were growing damp and sticky as the night
went on and she had to admit that discovering her husband's fetishes
had revealed unknown desires within herself.

    Steve gave Lisa a long, speculative look and then rose and
disappeared into their bedroom for a moment.  She grinned at Biff and
Kelly's questioning glance.  "He'll be back in a second.  And to
answer your question, umm, yeah, we've done that once or twice."  She
looked at Biff's crotch momentarily and grinned at his obvious
erection.

    Steve reappeared carrying a small book in one hand and a metal
object in the other.  He set the book down and opened his hand to
reveal a brass pipe.  "Do you guys partake?" he grinned.

    Biff pondered for a moment.  It had been a long time since he had
smoked pot because Kelly really didn't care for it.  So he was shocked
when she reached for the pipe and picked up her lighter.

    "Ok, I have to admit that I'm not very good at this," she giggled.
She put the metal tip to her lips and flicked her lighter over the
pipe.  After a few tries and some hints from the other three, she
finally got the hang of it and pulled the flame into the bowl.  A long
drag later, she inhaled deeply and held her breath.  Biff found
himself holding his own breath as he watched her -- smoking pot with
others was one of the few times when he could openly stare at a
smoking woman.  Eventually she exhaled a long stream of thickly
scented blue smoke.  Her eyes were immediately glassy and bright.  She
erupted in laughter and passed the pipe.

    "Holy shit, I'm high already!" she gushed.  "I don't think I've
ever gotten truly high before, definitely not like this."

    "It's really good stuff," Lisa agreed, sparking her bowl and
pulling deeply.  The pipe was passed back and forth until everyone had
taken a couple of turns at it.  Several minutes later the two couples
were reclining deeply into the couch and chairs with silly grins on
their faces.

    "Is it hot in here?" Kelly asked, fanning herself.  Steve
indicated that this particular strain of weed had that effect and
everyone indicated that they were warm.  Before long, both women had
partially unbuttoned their blouses and were revealing the better part
of their bra covered breasts amongst plenty of giggling and an
appropriate appreciation from the men.  Biff noted that Kelly had a
very sheer black bra on through which her nipples were visible.

    "So you guys asked about swinging before," Steve recalled.  He
motioned towards the book that he had placed on the coffee table.
Lisa swatted him playfully and blushed, but made no real effort to
stop him.  Steve told Biff to go ahead and pick it up.


    Moments later, as he opened the cover, Biff felt his mouth go dry
and knew that it wasn't just from the marijuana.  It was a small album
of photographs, one 4x6 print per page.  The first shot was of Lisa in
black lingerie, leaning forward and pressing her breasts together with
her arms for the camera.  She looked incredibly hot.

    Kelly saw his reaction and figured out, even through the alcohol
and pot induced haze, what her husband was looking at.  "I wanna see
too!" she cried, moving over and sitting in his lap.  She didn't even
realize that her shirt slipped off her shoulder to let one of her tits
hang free, only marginally concealed by her bra.

    "Oooh, sexy!" she cooed as Biff flipped through the pictures.
After the first couple of lingerie shots, there were several pictures
of Lisa naked, cupping her breasts and even fingering herself.  Soon
enough, a man's body appeared next to her.  Then came a short series
of close-ups of Lisa's lips wrapped around a thick cock.  Finally a
shot was zoomed out enough to reveal that the man was not Steve, and
Kelly gasped.

    "I enjoyed fucking him," Lisa commented.  They hadn't even noticed
her standing up and approaching, and now she was leaning over them
from behind, her tits pressing lightly against Biff's neck.

    Farther into the album were shots of the man fucking Lisa in
various positions, then some photos of a different, blonde haired
woman sitting on Steve's lap and rubbing her pussy.  Soon Lisa joined
the pair and there were some surprising scenes of her kissing the
blonde with open mouth.  In the last pair of photos, Lisa was sitting
on Steve's cock while the other man fucked her in the ass at the same
time.

    "God, I've always wanted to try a double penetration," Kelly
sighed wistfully.  "Biff does it to me with dildos but I know it's not
the same."

    Lisa nodded, her tits jiggling against Biff's neck.  She let her
hand rest lightly on Kelly's exposed shoulder, gently running her
fingernails in small circles on the bare flesh.  "It's incredible,"
she agreed emphatically.

    "Damn, if I didn't have my period right now I'd be tempted to try
to seduce you guys," Kelly laughed.  Biff felt his cock jump at the
thought.

    "Well," Lisa said suggestively, "Maybe I'll just have to entertain
your husband while you watch."  She slipped a hand inside his shirt
and teased his nipple with her fingers, licking her lips.

    "Sure," Kelly laughed sarcastically.  "Only problem is, he would
never cheat on me or so he says."  Biff's dick deflated at her words,
feeling the opportunity slipping away.  If Lisa had aroused him
before, seeing those photos left him positively desperate to fuck her.

    He missed the look that Lisa and Kelly shared, and so was unaware
of his wife mouthing the words "Go for it" to the other woman.  Steve,
however, had a clear view and had to stifle a grin.  He figured
reasonably that letting Lisa get into Biff's pants was a great way to
get into Kelly's pants shortly thereafter.

    Stoned and tipsy as they were, the couples decided at that point
to call it an evening.  As Biff and Kelly took their leave, the
traditional hug between the opposite sexes took on a decidedly more
intimate twist as Lisa gave Biff a firm, closed-mouthed kiss good
night on the lips.

    As they reached the street and began walking home, Kelly made a
point of rubbing the smudge of lipstick from her husband's lips, then
kissed him herself and left her own mark there.  Yet there would be no
sexual relief for him this night; it wouldn't do to let his tension
dissipate, she told herself, and her plan had taken on a life of its
own now.

**********

    "Did you have fun last night," Kelly asked her husband.  She
picked up her cigarettes and lit one, letting the smoke drift lazily
towards the ceiling.

    "Sure, I had a great time.  How about you?"

    "Oh yes.  We're going to have to do that again next weekend," she
said eagerly.

    "Which part...getting high?  That kind of surprised me, actually."

    "All of it," she responded forcefully.  "You can't tell me you
didn't like looking at those sex pictures of Lisa!"

    "Well, of course I did.  She's really hot.  But do you actually
want to try to get a foursome together?  I never thought you were into
that..."

    "I guess if it was all of us it would be kind of interesting," she
mused with intentional nonchalance.  "I mean, Steve is awfully sexy --
not that I'd ever do anything without you, probably."

    "Probably!" Biff shouted with mock ferocity.  He poked her in the
arm.  "Watch out, maybe I will start to believe you really are a
cheating slut like you said the other night."  Unbidden, his loins
stirred at the thought.

    "Well how about the way she kissed you good night?  I bet she'd
fuck you in a second!"

    "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I would...I mean, it takes two
and..."  Biff found his argument slipping as Kelly put the cigarette
between her lips and slid to her knees before him.  She undid his
pants and pulled out his rigid cock, caressing it aggressively.

    "Your body is telling the truth about the matter," she pointed
out, exhaling a stream of smoke.  She took his cock into her mouth and
sucked the first four inches firmly.  After a couple of bobs of her
head, she spoke again, rubbing him between her hands.

    "If I left you alone with her, you'd fuck her before an hour went
by."  She sucked him again.  "You can't tell me she doesn't do it for
you -- I saw that reaction to the nude pictures of her."  Another
couple of licks.  "Especially the ones where she was kissing the woman
and where she was getting double penetrated."

    Biff moaned as her words and talented tongue did their magic.  She
told him to close his eyes.  "Are you thinking of last night?  How she
looked in that outfit -- and in those photos?"  He nodded sheepishly.
"Good.  Now imagine that it's Lisa in front of you with your dick in
her mouth."  He involuntary let out a moan at that and she chuckled to
herself.  "Tell me what you want me to do," she ordered.

    "I want you to suck my cock," he whispered.

    "Not good enough," she criticized.  "You're not talking to your
wife right now."

    She made him wait and finally, eyes tightly clenched, he took a
plunge off the deep end, hoping he wasn't fucking up big time.  "I
want you to suck my cock...Lisa," he told her.

    Kelly murmured her approval and took his entire 8" into her mouth
in immediate response. She sucked up and down his length and focused
on giving him a blowjob he'd never forget.  "More," she growled
huskily.

    "Take my whole dick Lisa.  Suck it and let me come in your mouth.
Suck me like you did that guy in front of your husband!"  Biff was
finally getting into it and letting his real passion and desires come
out.  The more he got into it, the better she sucked him.

    "Oh God baby," she whispered around his prick, "Do you think your
wife is going to find out?"

    "No," he groaned.  "And I don't know if she'd care anyway."

    "Mmm," she agreed.  "So are you going to fuck me soon?"

    "Oh yeah Lisa.  Definitely."

    "When," she persisted, lightly raking his flesh with her teeth.

    "Soon," he gasped.  "Oh fuck, don't stop -- I'm almost there --
almost ready -- I'm coming!"

    Kelly let his twitching dick explode in her mouth, covering her
tongue with warm spunk.  She swallowed most of it as he continued to
spurt, sucking gently on his fiery red shaft.  Finally she rose and
kissed him hard, pushing her lightly coated tongue into his mouth.
She had never done that before, but with his interest in creampies she
was curious to see how he would react.  He certainly didn't push her
away; in fact he kissed her deeply and passionately.

    Kelly took another long drag from her dwindling cigarette and
looked at her husband speculatively.  It seemed that her plan was
going even better than she had anticipated.  When she'd first decided
to play this game with him, it had been mainly out of curiosity for
his reaction.  But now she found herself wondering where the line
would be drawn.  As it was she had very much planted the seeds of an
affair between Lisa and Biff, and it seemed fairly possible that
something might happen there.  Should she have pushed it this far, she
wondered?  She was setting her husband up to cheat on her, to do
something that he would probably never do without this pressure.  But
at the same time, she was erotically thrilled by the adventure.  She
saw those stories and pictures in her mind's eye and felt a rush in
her pussy as she realized how close they were to making them a
reality.

**********   

    "You don't seriously want me to do it, do you?" Lisa asked with an
amused grin.  Kelly had asked her to meet for lunch on the following
Monday and they sat at a corner booth in a downtown pub.

    "Actually," Kelly admitted, retrieving her cigarettes from her
purse, "Believe it or not, I think I do."  Lisa reached across the
table and took a cigarette for herself, smiling at Kelly's knowing
look.

    "Well, I basically quit a few years ago, but you've got me going
again.  Plus, your husband seemed to like watching me," she pointed
out.  

    Kelly nodded.  "He sure did."  She told Lisa all about the past
couple of weeks, from finding Biff's stash of erotic materials, to his
list of turnons, to the edgy sexual games that she had been playing
with him lately.  She left nothing out except for the truth about her
cheating story; that tidbit, she decided, gave her a certain naughty
intrigue.

    "Wow."  Lisa took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling.
"Look, Kelly, I'm not going to lie to you.  I was pretty loosened up
the other night, but the sentiments were real.  I find Biff extremely
attractive and it would be difficult not to flirt with him and maybe
fool around even without your blessing -- after all, I cheated on
Steve with two different guys before we started swinging a little...
So if you give me the green light, I'm definitely going to fuck your
husband.  I just want you to be sure of this."

    Kelly took a deep breath.  "Yeah, I'm sure.  Plus, I have to admit
myself that I think your husband is pretty cute, and I'm kind of
thinking I'd like to see more of him if you know what I mean."

    The ladies burst into some laughter at that.  "So what do you want
me to do, then -- show up in a trench coat wearing nothing but
lingerie and a grin?"

    This was something Kelly didn't have an easy answer for.  The
truth was, even as things now stood, Biff would not easily be
persuaded to cheat on her.  She was certainly interested in exploring
swinging and threesomes with him, but some wicked side of her really
wanted to see how far he could be pressed before he gave in to
temptation, and then to push him over that line.  

    Suddenly she looked at Lisa with a gleam in her eye.  "I have an
idea..." she began, and started sketching in the details of her plan.

**********

    The buzzer to the condo rasped gratingly.  "Can you get that
honey," called Kelly from the bathroom.  Biff agreeably went to the
panel and pressed the release button.  A few moments later, a quiet
tapping sounded at the front door and he unlocked and opened it to
find Lisa standing before him in skin tight, short black dress.  She
was wearing dark red lipstick, tall black heels, and smoking a
cigarette. 

    "Hey sexy," she breathed as she slid through the door, kissing him
lightly on the lips.  "Is your wife ready yet?"  He caught a whiff of
her perfume as she moved past him and recognized it instantly -- Gio,
one of his all-time favorites on Kelly.  He wondered if she knew what
kind of effect it had on men.

    "Just about.  She should only be a couple of minutes."

    Just then, Kelly popped out from the bathroom to greet her friend.
She was still naked from the waist up, working on her hair.  "I'll
just be a couple of minutes -- have Biff get you a drink," she said.

    "Whew!  Nice rack, baby!" Lisa called after her teasingly.  Biff,
recalling the photos of Lisa kissing another woman, wondered if it was
really all in jest.  He fixed her a strong martini and handed it to
her.  She flashed him a glowing smile, showing off her perfect teeth.

    They made some small talk while waiting for Kelly to finish up.
Lisa injected some mild innuendo into the conversation effortlessly.
"So what are you going to do with yourself tonight -- I mean, a guy
all alone while the wife is out playing?"

    "Well, I'll probably just relax with a book.  Maybe I'll do some
programming or something -- work has been so busy that I can't get it
all done during the day."

    "Oh, poor baby!  Friday nights are for having a good time, not for
working!"  Lisa jumped up and rummaged through the liquor cabinet
until she found a shot glass and a bottle of tequila.  "Someone needs
to loosen up I think," she pronounced, pouring a shot and sitting
sideways on his leg.  "Sorry, I don't have a lime handy.  Here," she
motioned, holding two fingers towards his mouth.  

    Biff stared at them for a second, trying to ignore the swelling
between his legs and the proximity of her hard-nippled breasts.
Finally he opened his mouth and she put her fingers in, letting him
suck them for a moment.  Then she poured some salt on them.  "Again,"
she commanded, putting her fingers to his mouth and licking her lips.
He obediently sucked again.  "Now close your eyes and tilt your head
back with your mouth open."

    He smiled and did as he was told.  Suddenly he felt her closed
lips against his mouth, and then a mouthful of tequila emptied into
his mouth.  He swallowed rapidly, shocked by her action, and felt her
tongue sweep away a few stray drops from his lips.  When he opened his
eyes again, she was still close enough that he could feel her breath,
warm on his face.  Her eyes were twinkling brightly.

    Kelly, peeking around the corner, was tingling with excitement.
Lisa was even hotter for Biff than she had realized, and he was almost
completely wrapped around her finger.  There was no doubt that the
plans she had for later would send him right over the edge.  It was
just too bad she wouldn't be here to watch, she decided, but Lisa had
promised to tell her all of the details.

    Finally she came out into the clear.  Biff nearly jumped when he
saw her since Lisa was still sitting in his lap and was playing with
the hair on the back of his neck lightly with one hand.  "Well if
you're almost done teasing my awestruck and horny husband, I'm all
ready to go," Kelly quipped.  Lisa stood slowly, stretching her lithe
body so that her tits pressed out in front of Biff.

    "Okay then, we're off," Lisa agreed.

    Biff noted that Kelly looked very sexy with a short black skirt
and a slinky red top on.  She kissed him aggressively with a lot of
tongue, caressing his ass.  She wanted him at maximum arousal when she
left.  "I don't know how late we'll be out, so don't wait up," she
told him.

**********

    A few hours later there was another buzz at the door.  Biff looked
at the clock -- 11:00 he noted.  That was kind of on the early side
for Kelly to get back, and he wondered why she didn't let herself in,
but perhaps she'd forgotten to bring her keys with her.  He was quite
surprised when he opened the door to see Lisa before him.  She had
clearly drunk a fair amount and her hair, neatly dried and brushed
earlier, was sexy and a little wild as if she'd been dancing hard.

    "Is Kelly here?" she asked breathlessly as she rushed past him
into the condo.

    "Um, no.  Should she be?  I thought you two would be out for at
least a few more hours."

    Lisa was busily pulling bottles out of the liquor cabinet.  Biff
noted that, bent over as she was, he could see an incredible expanse
of leg and the first crease of her ass as the dress rode up.  He found
himself wondering if she was wearing panties.  She peeked out from
behind the door and obviously caught him checking her out but made no
comment about it.

    "Well, we got separated a while ago.  The last I saw she was
talking with a couple of guys and then she kind of vanished.  After
about 45 minutes, I thought maybe she came back here so I grabbed a
taxi."

    Biff felt an odd queasiness in his stomach; it was a mixture of
concern, arousal, and nervousness.  Normally he would never worry, but
with Kelly's recent fascination with the subject of cheating, and her
revelation of her spotted past, he felt less than confident about her
fidelity.  This had the unsurprising effect of giving him an immediate
erection as his imagination ran wild.  Little did he know that the
entire evening, including this story from Lisa, had been an elaborate
setup and that the women had met another girlfriend out at the bars,
and Kelly was still with her now.

    Lisa set the tequila on the coffee table again, this time with a
second shot glass.  She then made a dramatic show of putting her hand
down her dress and retrieving a lime from between her cleavage.
"Whalah!" she cried.  "Guess what I found in the fridge...  Would you
slice it for me?"

    Biff took the green fruit into the kitchen and made short work of
it with a knife, returning to find that Lisa had already poured out
two shots.  She had also taken off her high heels and left them next
to the sofa, her fishnet stocking clad feet rubbing lightly against
the wooden legs of the table.  "Now," she began seriously, "I have a
head start, so you have to do both of these first."

    He protested weakly but she was adamant.  "I'll tell you what,"
she said with a smoldering look, "I'll let you do them like earlier."
She reached into her purse and withdrew a pack of cigarettes, lighting
one and taking a slow puff from it.

    "I don't know about that," Biff demurred.  "Maybe I should just
drink them the normal way."

    "Fuck that," she retorted.  She stretched a long leg up to his
chest and pushed him forcefully into a seated position on the love
seat.  Belatedly he realized that indeed she was not wearing panties
after all.  "Look, Kelly is out somewhere with some guy.  You're
telling me that you're not going to have just a little bit of fun and
have some drinks with me?"  She picked up the salt and took his hand
in hers.  Sensing his resistance crumble, she put two of his fingers
between her red lips and sucked them wetly, sliding her tongue around
them.  Next she put his fingers on the upper curve of her left breast,
smearing her saliva on the soft flesh.  Then she sprinkled salt on the
wet area and picked up a shot glass and a slice of lime.

    Biff took a deep breath.  He had never so much as kissed another
woman since meeting his wife and here he was with a sexy babe in his
lap, loving every minute of it -- while his wife, having as much as
told him that he couldn't truly trust her, was out with some guy.
Lisa leaned forward and he licked the salt from her firm tit, then
looked up and let her kiss the tequila into his mouth.  This time
there was even less pretense about it than earlier.  She french kissed
him for several seconds as he struggled to swallow the strong golden
liquor, then thrust the lime into his mouth almost as an after
thought.

    She picked up her cigarette and sucked hard, making the tip glow
brightly.  Kissing him again as she exhaled, she whispered, "One more
to go."  Again she sucked his fingers and moistened her tit -- the
right one this time -- and repeated the process, grinding her crotch
against his lap while she let the alcohol trickle into his mouth from
hers.  After she was done, she stood and giggled.  "OK, now you should
have a decent start."  

    She moved behind him and massaged his shoulders for several
minutes, letting her strong fingers gradually work the stress and
tension from his muscles.  They each had two more shots the
"traditional" way -- much to Biff's disappointment, he realized.
Suddenly he realized that nearly forty-five minutes had gone by.

    "Where the fuck is she?" he wondered out loud.

    "Shhh..." Lisa soothed him, touching his thigh and rummaging
through her purse.  "We can keep ourselves entertained.  Why don't you
put on some music -- something pumping, like techno."

    He went to the CD rack and located a trance disc, putting it on at
a medium volume.  Soon bass was thumping in the living room and he
turned back to see Lisa drawing short lines of white powder on a
mirror she had taken from her purse.

    "Holy shit, Lisa!" he exclaimed.

    She laughed musically.  "What's the big deal?"

    "Um, well, Christ -- you've got coke?!?"

    "Don't act so innocent," she chided him.  "Kelly told me you tried
it once before."

    "Well, yeah, but it's been a long time.  That was before I even
met her."  

    "I guess doing things from your past is a trend for you guys right
now," she said quietly.  Her innuendo was clear.  Biff choked out a
tight smile, although she noted the obvious bulge in his pants.  He
took the rolled bill she offered him and did a couple of quick lines.
She followed suit immediately afterwards.

    A few minutes later, their pulses racing and their skin tingling,
Biff and Lisa were dancing closely in the living room.  Her body was
pressed tightly to his and she was smoking a cigarette.  She could
feel his rock hard cock drilling into her crotch -- always a nice side
effect of the drugs.  "Can you unzip me?" she asked, kissing him
wetly.  "I'm so hot I can't breathe."

    He tugged down the zipper on her back and she shrugged the dress
from her shoulders, standing essentially naked before him.  She hadn't
worn a bra under the dress, and her firm breasts stood up well on her
chest, crowned by large, dark areolas and thick nipples.  His hands
slid down her bare back to rest on her naked ass as well -- the thigh
high fishnets did nothing to cover her nether regions and as he had
briefly spotted earlier, she wore no underwear.  He could see that her
pussy was lightly covered in fine, curly dark hair.

    She kissed him more seriously with her delicious smoky mouth and
he moaned.  His body felt intensely sensitive, from his hair to his
toes, and the taste and feeling of her tongue was exquisite and unlike
anything he had ever experienced.

    "Have you ever fucked on coke?" she asked him, flushed.  He shook
his head no.  "Come on," she said, pulling him into the bedroom.  She
pushed him onto the bed and climbed on afterwards.

    "Kelly has told me you're fabulous at oral sex," she whispered,
climbing his chest and straddling his face with one knee on each side
of his head.  He murmured his assent and her cunt descended onto his
mouth.  She was dripping wet, and her juices coated his lips in a
moment.  She was sweet and tangy, sticky but not thick,
just...delicious.  She ground her pussy against his tongue moaning
softly.

    "Oh god, yes -- oh, eat me.  Push your tongue up there and suck
me...lick me up, all my juices.  Oh, fuck, you're so good at this --
make me come on your face," she moaned, rocking her hips ever faster.

    Biff sucked her clit as fast as possible, occasionally thrusting
his entire tongue right up her ready and open slit.  At the same time,
she was reaching behind her and stroking his cock, and her touch was
electrifying.  In just a few moments, her pussy was oozing freely into
his mouth and she was screaming out her climax.

    "Christ, you're amazing," she cried.  She kissed him deeply,
licking her cunt's emissions from his lips and chin.  She rolled off
of him and lit a cigarette.  "Give me a minute to recover before we
fuck," she begged him.  Biff certainly wasn't going to complain.  He
was thoroughly turned on watching her smoke, and his cock had never
been this hard, or for this long, in his life.

    "I know you like watching me," she teased him, kissing him.  She
wanked his cock until precome was drooling over her wrist.  Pulling
him on top of her, she rubbed him against her gooey slit.  "Do you
want to fuck me while I smoke, or wait until I'm done?"

    His answer was to push his hips forward, sliding home inside of
her velvety twat.  "Ohhh," she groaned as she exhaled a stream of
smoke.  "Kiss me," she said, pulling him in.

    Well, I'm doing it now, Biff told himself.  For whatever comes of
it, I'm cheating on my wife.

    Her cunt sucked him in like a vacuum.  He noticed instantly that
Lisa had incredible control of her vaginal muscles, something he had
never truly experienced before.  Most women have a rudimentary ability
to clamp down with some serious effort, but few truly have the talent
and control to actually milk a man's dick with their love tunnel.  He
also found the feeling of her pubic hair against his groin to be
interesting and something he hadn't experienced for a long time --
Kelly's pubic hair was trimmed almost to nothingness.

    "How does it feel?" she whispered intensely at him, exhaling a
long plume of smoke.  
 
    "Oh Christ," Biff groaned.  "Your cunt is amazing!  How the fuck
are you doing that?"

    She grinned wickedly.  "Ladies never tell..."  Suddenly she rolled
him onto his back and knelt between his knees, her cigarette between
her fingers.  "You want to see something neat?" she asked him, smiling
and stroking his cock.

    Biff wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, but he was willing
to go along.  "Sure," he responded easily.

    Instantly Lisa swallowed the length of his shaft, her red lips
stretched tightly around the girth.  Biff moaned very loudly at the
sensation.  Not only did it feel great -- incredible, really -- but he
was tremendously stimulated by the double excitement of a woman who
could engulf his entire size in one motion, as well as the thrill of
her sucking her own cunt juices from his throbbing member.

    Lisa wasn't playing any games, and this was not a slow, sensual
oral encounter.  This was a hot, nasty, sloppy blowjob through and
through.  She was deep-throating his cock like he had never
experienced in his life.  Even in porn movies it was rare to see a
woman swallow a prick the way she was doing.  In between strokes she
would occasionally take a long drag from her cigarette and slowly
exhale as she slid him back down her throat again, making intense eye
contact all the while.  It was clear that she was looking to suck him
off in near record time, and Biff had no illusions of resisting.

    "Lisa," he started to caution her.

    "Shh," she hushed him.  "I know you're going to come.  That's the
whole point.  I bet your wife doesn't let you come all over her
face..."  She sucked again, feeling his dick twitching against her
lips.  Obviously the thought of painting her sexy face was appealing
to him.  She redoubled her efforts, sucking and pumping hard.  It only
took a few moments for his groans to change into the deep-throated
grunts of a man coming.  Lisa took the first pulse into her mouth,
savoring his flavor, and then she pulled off and stroked him into her
face.  Biff's white streams of semen spurted across her lips, cheeks,
and mouth in thick gouts.  She could tell that it excited him to see
the facial.

    "Jesus," he gasped.  "I've never done that to Kelly!"  His orgasm
seemed to continue for ages without pause, and eventually she engulfed
him again to swallow the remnants of his load.  When the eruption
finally ceased she pointedly scooped the come from her face into her
mouth with her fingertips and swallowed lustily.

    "Now, you know what's neat?" she giggled uproariously.
 
    "I'm not sure..." Biff said slowly.  Altered as his mind was, he
was having a hard time making the right connection.  

    Lisa stroked his cock some more.  It was still completely rock
hard, and he realized he was still thoroughly horny and ready to fuck.
"There's a reason people like this stuff," she laughed, referring to
the drugs she had produced.

    "Come back up here," he laughed.  

    She slid up his body, her tits dragging against his chest.  "So
what kind of guy are you?" she teased.

    "What do you mean?"

    "Are you the sort that won't kiss a woman after coming in her
mouth?"

    He pulled her into him in response and kissed her hard, letting
their tongues tangle in a thrashing mess of passion, saliva, and
traces of his come.

    Lisa reached between her legs and pulled him inside of her once
again.  As with her blowjob, there was no pretense of romance or
sensuality.  She slammed her hips down on him, trying to force his 8"
cock as deeply inside of her as possible.  "Yes, fuck me!  Fuck me!"
she screamed.  Neighbors were forgotten as she let her screams grow.
Biff put his hands on her hips and pulled her down upon him, burying
his shaft in her.  Her tits dangled in his face and he took the
opportunity to fiercely suck on her nipples.  

    Soon her cries simply collapsed into short, gasping "Oh's" as the
pleasure overwhelmed her vocal capacity.  They were literally pounding
each other and both were sweating freely across each other's bodies.
The scent of sex -- sweat, cunt juice, and Lisa's perfume -- filled
the air like incense.  The harder they fucked, the louder their cries
became, and after nearly twenty minutes of intense thrusting, they
were both near exhaustion.  Yet after an orgasm apiece earlier, it was
easy to hold back and simply keep screwing.

    Finally sheer tiredness was the great equalizer.  He started to
come first as she collapsed upon him, her worn out muscles trembling.
Still, her horny slit rippled around him, sucking the come from his
balls into her deepest recesses.  The feeling of his hot load was just
the right trigger to make her relax and let a deeply satisfying climax
wash over her.  She whimpered into his neck, kissing him softly.  He
was shocked to feel tears falling from her eyes onto his skin.

    "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

    "Oh yes," she laughed.  "It was just such an amazing, satisfying
come..."

    They relaxed for several minutes, letting their overheated bodies
cool.  Finally he said out loud, "Christ, I wonder where the fuck
Kelly is?"

    That seemed to break the moment.  Lisa kissed him softly.  "I'm
sure everything is fine," she told him.  Then she rose from him,
cupping her hand over her pussy to capture the sperm that was already
leaking from her stretched hole.  She kissed him again, picked up her
clothes, and went into the bathroom.  Three minutes later she let
herself out the door.  Little did Biff know, she was off to fuck the
hell out of her husband who had known what her plans for the evening
were and was eagerly awaiting his slutty wife's return.

**********

    Kelly arrived about an hour later, at around 2:00am.  It was
instantly evident that the night had gone exactly as planned -- she
could smell the odors of sex the second she opened the front door.
She smiled nervously to herself; there was no going back now.  She had
carefully gotten just drunk enough to be quite relaxed, but not
completely hammered.  She lit a cigarette and went inside.

    Surprisingly, the lights in the bedroom were on.  The deal had
been that Lisa be done and gone by 1:00 so that there was no running
into each other.  Kelly didn't want to have to pretend to be upset,
especially since she was planning on having Biff come out of this
feeling good about his infidelity.  

    "Hi honey," she called softly as she popped her head through the
door.  Biff was lying on the bed naked, on top of the covers, reading
a book.  She noticed that his dick was very red and well exercised
looking.

    Biff had been trying to figure out how to handle Kelly when she
eventually arrived.  On the one hand he was very frustrated and didn't
know what was going on.  On the other hand, he was sexually aroused
imagining what she might have been doing, and of its own accord, even
as well used as it was, his dick began to swell.

    Kelly moved into the bedroom, shedding clothes as she went.  Was
he going to accuse her?  Pretend that nothing had happened and that he
hadn't known Lisa and Kelly had separated?  She had no idea what was
coming.  But she knew that she was horny, and she had every intention
of fucking her husband within a few moments.  The past weeks without
sex, full of masturbation as they were, had left her desperately
horny.

    Soon she was naked before him, smoking, with a hand on her hip.
He looked closely at her crotch, seeking out any sign that someone
else had been there earlier.  But there was nothing to be seen, which
meant either she hadn't been fucked, or that if she had, she had
logically cleaned up before coming home.  She was well aware of his
silent appraisal and stood patiently waiting.

    "Kelly, it's been kind of a fucked up night," he began.  She was
startled by the coherence and crispness she heard in his voice.
Coming through the living room she had seen plenty of evidence of
drinking, and she had expected that Lisa would have exhausted him and
that he would be sleeping when she arrived.  But relief washed over
her as she realized that whatever else might have happened physically,
her husband was going to be up front with her about the events of the
night.  It was, she suddenly understood, incredibly important -- the
honesty and concern for their integrity, regardless of the sex itself.

    "Go ahead," she said quietly, trembling softly.

    "Well, you were right about me I guess.  I didn't plan on it, but
I fucked Lisa tonight."

    She took a deep breath.  That had been even more blunt than she
expected.  In a moment, she decided to be 100% up front with him about
everything.  "I know."

    He gave her a sharp look.  "So who did you fuck tonight?" he asked
intensely.

    "No one."

    "That's not what Lisa thought," he pressed.

    "I know.  I told her to say that.  I wasn't with anybody except
for Cara tonight, but I wasn't going to tell you that.  I wanted to
set you up to be alone with Lisa."  Kelly climbed onto the bed and
took his cock into her warm hand, pumping him.  Her cunt was streaming
clear liquid.  She slid him inside of her and rocked slowly on top of
him, but was well aware that he was not really fucking her back.  It
was time to tell the truth she knew.

    "I never did those things that I told you," she began.  "I've
never cheated on a guy in my life -- even kissing."

    He grabbed her shoulders and held her in place, perhaps a bit
roughly.  "What the fuck is going on Kelly?" he asked angrily.
"You're jerking me around here -- what are you trying to do?"

    She took a deep breath and picked up her cigarette from the
ashtray she had set it in.  Taking a pull and a deep inhale, she used
the few second's break to squeeze her pussy on his dick and build some
arousal in him.  Leaning in close, she exhaled and licked at his lips,
gently kissing him.  "I told you that because I thought you would like
hearing it.  That it would turn you on.  And it did, didn't it?"

    Biff tried to resist her efforts, but it was hard not to respond.
He let her kisses get to him for a few seconds, and then responded.
"OK, yeah -- it turned me on.  But why would you ever have thought
that?"

    Kelly let out the last secret of the night.  "I found your stash.
The pictures and videos.  The creampies.  The group sex.  The
cheating.  The stories you wrote.  I read them all."  She fucked him
with lengthening strokes as she spoke.  She saw the fear in his eyes
when she started, knowing that he was terrified of her reaction to his
hidden desires.  However, the way she kept fucking him as she
continued to enumerate her discoveries seemed to relieve him slightly.
She continued, "I've been fucking myself with a dildo almost every
night for the past two weeks, watching you jerk off to stories about
women fucking other men, and photos of come filled pussies."

    That did it.  Biff groaned involuntarily and thrust upwards into
his wife.  He had made the transition from resistant to eager
participant and was actively fucking her now.  Kelly felt the change
inside of her and went on, spilling the details of her own desires
awakened as she learned of his fetishes, of the decision to keep him
thoroughly aroused by making up stories of cheating, and of her
successful scheme to drive him into the very cheating he had
fantasized her doing.

    "So no, I didn't and haven't cheated on you," she summarized.
"But now that everything is out in the open, you never know -- maybe I
will.  Would that turn you on?"

    "Oh fuck..." Biff gasped.  "Yes.  Christ, yes, it would."

    "Now tell me everything," Kelly ordered him, rocking back and
forth.  He understood what she wanted and the words flowed easily.  He
told her of kissing Lisa, of eating her out, the blowjob, and the sex.
She nodded knowingly when he mentioned the cocaine.  That explained
why he was still awake; she hadn't known that Lisa was going to do
that, but it intrigued her now that she knew.

    Surprisingly, telling the story got Biff worked up rapidly.  She
was incredibly aroused hearing the story and fingered herself
aggressively while they fucked.  But she was determined not to come
first.  She had other plans.  She kissed him hard and whispered in his
ear, tempting him with scenarios of his fantasies, scenarios starring
her with other men, smoking, on a Sybian vibrator.  It worked, and
soon his hot semen was splashing against her cervix, mixing with her
satin juices.

    Kelly let him catch his breath for a minute, then rolled off and
spread her legs widely.  She pointed to her oozing snatch.  "I know
you would go down on me anyway, but now I know why.  I need to come,
and I want you to make me come.  I want you to eat my sloppy cunt.  I
want you to lick my used pussy.  Do it -- eat my creampie."

    Biff had never heard words like this from his wife before.  It
wasn't even that she was a prude, because she really wasn't.  But she
wouldn't have even had the vocabulary for it before, much less known
how sexy it would sound to him.  There, lying before him with white
sperm draining from her slack, well-fucked pussy, his wife looked as
sexy as he had ever seen her.  He eagerly moved in to lick her.  As he
did so, she encouraged him -- sexily, lovingly.

    "Oh God, yes... Get it all," she whispered.  "Clean me out and
make me come.  Pretend that it's my lover's come, that you came home
and caught me cheating -- he jumped out the window but I just laid
there and waited for you."  Now it was her turn for the combination of
her sexy story and the amazing movements of his tongue on her clit to
send her spiraling towards the edge.

    She put her hands to the back of his head and pulled his face into
her crotch, grinding her sloppy cunt against his mouth.  "Oh yes...
I'm going to come in your mouth!  I'm coming!  Yes!  Yes!"  He tasted
her fresh emissions gushing into his mouth and swallowed rapidly,
trying not to miss a drop of her delicious flavors.

    Soon her cries faded and the couple cuddled up drowsily.  "So what
comes next?" Biff asked softly.

    "Oh, that's easy," Kelly grinned tiredly.  "I get to drive you
crazy all week, thinking about what's coming.  And then next weekend,
you and Lisa are going to have to watch quietly while her husband
fucks my brains out.  If you're good, and you do a nice job taping us
with their video camera, I'll let you and her eat the come out of my
pussy.  And if that satisfies me, I'll consider letting you fuck her
again.  Sound good?"

    Biff nodded, a silly grin on his face.

    "Oh, and honey?  About those evening jerk-offs in front of the
computer while I'm asleep?  Consider those done."

    His face fell, and he thought she was shutting him off.

    She continued.  "Yeah, we'll be doing that together while we fuck
from now on."  She kissed the renewed smile on his lips and turned
away so that he could spoon her.  Satisfied and exhausted, they fell
into a deep slumber.

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