Message-ID: <44279asstr$1063365003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@gnilink.net> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Biff Jones <shapeshifter37@hotmail.com> Reply-To: shapeshifter37@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <i292mvggkdc6op309sk33bejlsj8lhpl9u@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 21:43:28 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 01:43:28 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Pete and Corry {Biff Jones} (fict, MF, MMF, wife, cheat, creampie, tease, smoking) Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 07:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/44279> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, IceAltar ********** Authors Notes and Disclaimer: All works are drawn from my own experience or imagination and are the sole intellectual property of the author. Names have been changed to protect the parties involved. Reuse of these stories is limited to reposting; any edits or changes are not authorized. Read this story at your own risk. The subject material is of an adult nature and is not appropriate for minors. Do not download this story in violation of any applicable laws in your locality. If you are under the age of 21, you are not authorized to view this material. This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a fantasy. ********** Pete and Corry (fict, MF, MMF, wife, cheat, creampie, tease, smoking) "Oh, bloody hell," Corry cursed under her breath as the pot boiled over. "What's the problem?" Pete asked as he slid up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her lithe, athletic frame. He brushed her shoulder length hair away from her neck and kissed her sensually just above the curve of her shoulder. Her breasts were not large, but not small either, and he could feel the soft skin of them on his forearms as he tightened his grip around her midsection. Corry giggled a bit and flipped her blonde-streaked brown hair back into place, pushing his arms away. "Not now," she resisted. "Andy will be here in an hour, and this fucking dinner isn't going at all like I expected." Pete was hard to sway, though, and kept running his hands up and down her body, touching her 36B breasts and gently squeezing her erect nipples through the thin silk blouse she wore. He took a moment to consider her - 32, but easily able to pass for 26, with a great body and a stunningly sexy face. He grinned like a schoolboy, swiftly sneaking one hand under her demure knee-length skirt to find her hairless pussy damp as usual. It still amazed him how lucky he had been to find such a beautiful woman, who also loved sex as much as he. "We have plenty of time," he assured her somewhat unconvincingly. "Let's have a quick shag, shall we?" She kissed him deeply for a moment, letting her tongue slip several times past his lips, and raking her fingernails across his chest. Then she looked him firmly in the eye and stepped backward. "That's all you get, lover. It would hardly do for Andy to arrive and find us rutting on the floor like a pair of animals. Now shoo!" ********** "As usual, Corry, the meal was simply fantastic. My thanks once again." She beamed at the compliment, looking the speaker directly in his blue eyes. At 38, Andy was several years older than either herself or her husband, but you would only know it perhaps by a little extra weathering around the eyes that gave him a slightly outdoorsy appearance. She smiled inwardly, thinking that there was truth to the old adage that men simply got better with age. She briefly compared the two men before her at the table - Pete, her husband, was of average build, with relatively short brown hair. He was a good-looking man and she felt quite pleased to behold him. Andy on the other hand, was more powerfully built, and towered over her slightly short husband, standing 6'2" tall. His close-cropped, dark - nearly black - hair added to his rugged good looks. And of course there were other differences, she knew, although they would not have been obvious to the casual, or even the careful observer. For example, Pete had a respectable 6 ½" cock of average girth and a thick, meaty foreskin. In contrast, Andy wielded a 10" circumcised tool that was deliciously thick... Corry lit a cigarette, an American Marlboro Light 100 that always struck her as a sexy, feminine brand, and exhaled a long, full stream of smoke. "Pete," she inquired, "It seems that we've run out of wine. Do be a dear and fetch another bottle from the store, would you?" Pete stood with a somewhat suspicious expression. "Right dear. I should be back in just 30 minutes or so." He kissed he quickly, though not quickly enough to escape the smoky tongue that briefly probed his mouth, and then he was off, accompanied by the jingle of car keys and the rustle of a light jacket. As soon as she heard the car start, Corry was sitting in Andy's lap kissing him hungrily. She broke away and put her cigarette between her lips while unbuttoning his shirt. "We don't have long," she breathed softly. "Do you think he suspects anything?" Andy asked with a twisted grin. "He'd bloody well better," she said matter-of-factly, "considering that I tell him all about it each time that we make love. Now, I believe that you have something that belongs inside of me..." ********** In fact, it took closer to forty-five minutes for Pete to return from the store with a brown-bag wrapped bottle of merlot. Andy was nowhere to be seen when Pete entered the dining room; Corry sat at the table smoking, her hair carefully rearranged and her skirt smoothed. "Where's Andy?" he asked curiously. "Oh, he had to leave suddenly," she explained with a long drag from her cigarette. "But I know he was glad he could come." She stood and approached her husband as they both tried to refrain from laughing at her play on words. Then Corry kissed him hungrily, letting him savor the smoky taste of her mouth. Pete let his hands roam across her blouse, flicking open the buttons as he went. He kissed his way down her chest, noting silently that she wore no bra. When he pulled the sides of the shirt apart to reveal her pert, pink-nippled tits, he discovered a series of reddish bite marks all over her creamy mounds. He looked up at Corry questioningly. "Andy left a going away present for you," she sighed in explanation, pulling up her skirt with one hand while pushing him downward with the other. He agreeably sank to his knees before her and focused his eyes on the space where her pussy would soon be revealed. And in moments, it was, as the black hem of her skirt rose above her thighs to expose her clean-shaven twat, and the thick spatters of semen oozing from deep within its lips and clinging to her flesh. "Jesus Corry," Pete gasped in shock. "I sensed that you had ulterior motives in sending me to the store, but I can't say I quite expected this much of a mess." She smiled and took a pull from her cigarette while pressing her spunky gash to his lips. "Shut up and eat, honey." ********** Pete pulled his well-worn overnight bag from the hall closet. It was the middle of the week and he had been summoned out of town once again. This was a frequent occurrence and didn't even raise an eyebrow with Corry anymore. She simply took his announcement in stride and watched silently from the doorway as he packed. She gave him a twisted grin as she lit a cigarette, bathed in early morning light from the window that turned her sheer nightgown transparent and revealed her deep pink nipples and areolas. "Are you going to have time to fuck me good morning?" she inquired archly, blowing a blue cone of smoke into the air before her. To punctuate her point, she rubbed her shaved cunt through the nightgown until her juices darkened the fabric. "Damn, no. It's an early flight this morning, over to Frankfurt. I have to be at the train in twenty minutes." He looked at her wistfully, regretting the unavoidable rush. "How long this time?" she asked him softly. "Only two days," Pete responded brightly. "I'll be back night after next." Corry pouted and took a pull from her cigarette. "I don't know how you expect me to go without sex when you're on the road all the time." "Aw Christ, love, I bought you that bloody big dong to diddle yourself with. Surely that will be sufficient for two nights?" He zipped up his bag and rushed to the doorway. "Got to run," he said with a quick kiss on the lips. She peered after him with a mysterious smile. The dildo wasn't even going to come out of the drawer, she thought to herself. There were better ways to scratch that particular itch. Then, on second thought, she slid across the silk sheets and opened her nightstand. Perhaps a warm-up wouldn't be so bad after all, she thought, hefting the thick latex cock... ********** "Hello?" Corry sighed breathily into the telephone. Since their recent upgrade to the caller identification handset, she already knew who it was of course. "Good evening my dear," came the familiar voice of her husband over the line. "I hope I didn't wake you - we worked late this evening." "No, I'm quite awake," she answered. "I suspected I might hear from you at some - oh!" "Not interrupting, am I?" he inquired nervously. "Um, no..." she responded slowly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "It's just that...that...oh fuck...Andy, well, he's...sucking...my...cunt!" Her words turned unintelligible as an orgasm tore through her and the phone line carried her moans to the distant ears of her husband. On the other end of the line, Pete had opened his fly and begun stroking his cock. Part of the arrangement he and Corry had was to play this game. When he was away out of town, he knew that she would be in the arms of her lover, but was always supposed to pretend like it was a surprise. "Oh fucking hell!" he cursed angrily. "I leave town for 12 bloody hours and you're already fucking half the neighborhood, you cheap tart!" "No," she corrected him primly. "I've not been laid yet tonight. Although I must say that his sperm tasted fabulous when I drank it from the source a bit ago. But keep on like that and I just might fuck the whole neighborhood... Who knows, a dozen or so cocks to myself..." She sighed lustily. Pete was thoroughly aroused at her brazen words, just as Corry got off saying them. His hand was moving up and down on his shaft like a piston. "Have I told you about his cock, Pete? It's so thick and veiny - much larger than yours, I'm afraid, and without all of that foreskin in the way. His skin is creamy white and he has these giant balls and thick black pubic hair. He's really quite manly the way he fucks me until I can hardly stand. I only wish you were home to clean the mess from my sticky twat afterwards." Pete was groaning openly at her descriptions by now, when there was a rustling sound on the end of the connection. Suddenly he heard Andy's voice at the other end. "Sorry mate, I'm afraid your wife is going to have to go. I'm about to wedge my cock in her snatch and I think she'll be preoccupied. Cheers!" The last thing Pete heard before the connection was severed was a long, low groan from Corry that caused him to shoot a load of spunk all over his fist. ********** Pete was noticing that Corry's pussy had definitely loosened a bit since she had begun fucking Andy. He didn't mind of course - in fact, a big part of him got off on the idea of his bride being used as a sexual object by another man. But there was a certain twinge that he felt once he guessed the reason that she had lately begun asking for him to put a finger in her ass when they made love. It was in the middle of one of these encounters that he posed the question. She was astride him, rocking her hips up and down forcefully, trying to get as much of his cock into her as humanly possible, and he had just slid a second finger deeply into her bunghole to her moaning delight. "Corry, just why is it that lately you've been liking a good fingering in your arsehole?" Corry groaned as she clenched her rectal muscles around his intruding digits. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, letting her saliva string between them wetly. "Andy's been shagging me in the behind, that's why," she said mischievously. "I rather like the full feeling after all - somehow whenever you've asked me it never sounded so appealing." Pete's eyes bulged as his suspicions were confirmed. Here he was married to the woman for eleven years, and yet his prick had never passed so much as the first inch of her bowels. But this other man, with an even larger cock, was reaming his wife on a regular basis. He paused in his upward thrusting. "I want to fuck your ass," he said suddenly. She stared at him blankly. "No." "What?" he sputtered, confused. "I said no," she stated forcefully. "You get what you want out of this arrangement, to which a lot of women would have said not bloody likely. Your wife fucks another man, and in fact a couple others besides the one you know of, and comes home and puts her well-used cunt in your face to suck. You just be satisfied with that, and forget about my ass. That's not for you to have." She glanced at the door and a funny smile flashed across her face. Pete followed her gaze to the door and saw Andy's lean, muscled form standing naked in the entryway. "Finally," she gushed, "I thought you'd never arrive." She rose off of her husband and his cock slipped from her stretched pussy with a wet plop. "Now here's a bloke that can cornhole me any day of the week," she laughed as she went to him and kissed him deeply, her hands running across his chest. As if to illustrate the point, Corry bent over and touched her toes. "Give me a few strokes, would you baby?" Andy silently wiped his cock in her slick pussy folds a few time to lubricate it, then placed the head of his thick tool at the brown bud of her asshole. Pete watched in fascination as it slowly disappeared inside her, accompanied by a deep, fulfilled groan. He let the shaft slip all of the way in until his black pubic hair was touching the crack of her shapely ass. "I love the way you work those ass muscles around me," he grunted. They were the first words he had spoken since arriving. "Fuck, you bastard, give it to me," she cried. Andy complied by pulling most of the way out and then ramming back in hard, over and over. Corry cried out in delirious pleasure. "Come over here Pete," she called. He willingly complied, his dick standing high at attention. He had never seen Corry with Andy before, and the scene was being etched in his mind as if by a laser. "Eat me while my lover fucks my ass," she whispered, pulling him down and pressing his face into her wetness. Pete eagerly pushed his tongue into her oozing hole, feeling the pressure of Andy's penetrations move her vaginal walls back and forth. He sucked her copious juices up as quickly as he could drink them. Suddenly she straightened and turned around at some unheard signal from Andy. Corry knelt before him and took his cock into her mouth, stroking the portion that wouldn't fit with both hands. Andy groaned loudly as her lips slid obscenely up and down his meaty dick and announced his orgasm with loud groans. There was a massive amount of sperm and Corry intentionally let about half of it spill out of her mouth onto her cheeks, chin, and all over her hands. She swallowed some of the remainder, then turned partway and kissed Pete, running her thickly coated tongue in and out of his mouth until she had shared her lover's load with him. "Watch this," she urged Andy gleefully as she moved toward the bed. She took her jism-dripping hands and wiped them all over her pussy, pushing finger-fulls of the white goo up between her labia, around her clit, and into her vagina. Finally, after wiping her hands dry, she lit a cigarette and blew a thick cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "Andy, come here and kiss me while Pete eats your come from my pussy," she demanded. "You're having a lark with me," Andy said with a surprised expression. "No, I'm quite serious," she replied as Pete crawled between her legs and began sucking the mess from her snatch. "He eats me every time I fuck you," she continued. Andy leaned in and kissed her hard, enjoying the rich smoky flavor of her mouth. "It's only a pity you didn't shoot off inside of me for him to enjoy. But say, it's still early. What say you fondle me until you're ready for another go, and then fuck me royally until you empty your balls in me? Perhaps I'll let Pete put a load in too before he eats me - it will give him a hint of what will happen when I get around to pulling a train one of these days." She smiled contentedly and smoked while her husband sucked her lover's come from her gash, reveling in the sweet pleasures of their marriage. *********** -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+