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Subject: {ASSM} Pete and Corry {Biff Jones} (fict, MF, MMF, wife, cheat, creampie, tease, smoking)
Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 07:10:03 -0400
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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
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material is of an adult nature and is not appropriate for minors.  Do
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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.

***********

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