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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, and unwanted pregnacy are subjects to be
role-played between you and your significant other only. Anybody
actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a psychiatrist,
or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental health. I am
always open to comments and constructive criticism. I believe in the
second ammendment, and only free people should be reading stories like
this. If it is illegal or unlawful to read adult stories in your,
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story. Thank You, trukin_fool






Jessica Johnson was my wifes friend, at least up until last weekend.
It was then she became my wife's lover and slave.
I am John. My wife Joan and I have been married for seven years. We
have a very healthy physical relationship, and our sex life is filled
with fantasy, along with much role playing. We often fantasize about
neighbors and friends in our bed, but never had the nerve, to fulfill
any such lifestyle.
We live a bedroom community of a big city. That is to say, we live
here, but most of the local residents commute, to work in the city
everyday.
Jessica, or Jess, has been married only four months, and she was
always a big gossip. Anything that looked even slightly out of place,
was construed by her, in the darkest light, and the most evil way.
Two weeks ago, she was talking to me about how she thought Joan was
having an affair. Joan had spent a lot of time lately, with my
brother, who had come to town, for a visit. He was staying at the
local motel, so as not to disturb us, when he left early in the
morning, to make sales calls.
I run a consulting business from my home, but spend usually one day a
week hands on, in the city. Last week Tursday, I did one such visit.
While I was gone, my brother stopped over, and visited Joan. Jess
noticed right away, as she rarely misses anything that happens around
the neighborhood. She immediately assumed my wife was having an
affair. Joan was always very friendly with my brother, and when he
showed up at the door, she had to give him a big hug, on the front
porch.
This was enough to put Jess's mind in gear, and after both my brother
and wife, disappeared into the house, Jess wrongly assumed they were
having a sexual laison.
On Friday, while Joan was shopping, Jess came over, under the pretense
of borrowing a measuring cup. She went straight for the jugular, and
asked if my marriage to Joan was stable.
Syunned at her inquisitiveness, I stammered out my response.
"Yes ...I think so. Why is there something I should know?"
"Well, I heard that your wife was seen with another man, at your house
yesterday." She said flatly, not wanting to admit she herself had seen
them enter the house. "I just figured you should know."
Now let me tell you about Jess. She is herself a flirt. Although she
has no reason to do so, she still loves the attention of other men,
and by playing her gossip card, she always gets the attention she
requests.
She is a small petite blonde, with a larger than average chest. I have
noticed her prance around her backyard, in the skimpiest bikinis, or
the shortest shorts in the past. She has the perfect body. Alabaster
skin, and deep blue eyes. She was even a former beuty queen at the
local county fair two years running.
Her looks do not acount for everything though. She is quite naive, and
very gullable. In fact most people think her husband got her to marry
him, on a bet, where she didn't realize the consequences. She always
seemed happy with her stay at home housewife job, but when bored, she
would begin to watch the neighborhood, looking for anything to chatter
about.This was one time, I was going to play along, knowing that if my
wife was having an affair, it surely didn't happen the previous day. I
knew all about my brother, whom Jess never met, had stopped over to
visit.
"You mean Joan and anther man, were here at our house alone?" I asked.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you knew." Jess replied in a catty voice,
knowing fully well, that if I knew, I wouldn't be asking her about it.
Playing her game, I began to question her on who it was.
"I really shouldn't say." She again replied. "But he was about your
heighth, a little smaller and younger than you. He met her at the
door, after you left yesterday. They kissed and hugged, right out in
front of the house, and then they sneaked into your house. He was here
for about two hours, and when he left, he looked pretty tired.
I imagined the reason he was tired, was because he had gotten up early
every morning, and didn't get much rest, what with all his early
morning sales meetings.
I decided to play the game with Jess fully now.
"What did they do, once they got into the house?" I asked, feigning
anger.
"Oh? I really don't know, but if you ask me, I'll bet she and him had
a wild time. When he left, he was looking tired, and she was wearing a
bathrobe. She even kissed him when he left too." Jess explained.
Now I know Joan. She hates being dressed up around the house. But the
day before, Joan had already explained that she had just showered,
before my brother showed up. She was wearing the robe, when he
arrived.
Jess purposely left that detail out of her remarks. THis was supposed
to plant the seed of doubt in my head.
Knowing enough about my neighbors, because of my own stay at home job,
I knew Jess's husband was gone alot. But I also knew he had a
girlfriend in the city. I believed it to be his secretary, but up
until now, I figured live and let live, so I never mentioned it. I and
my wife also knew that Jess was no angel either. She frequently had
the poolboy come into her house, and was more than likely trying to
distract everybody from her own extramarital affair, by making up
stories about others.
"Come on in." I asked Jess. "We need to talk."
Jess followed me into our house, where she had never been before. She
scanned the layout, as I led her to the kitchen.
I offered her a cup of coffee, and we sat and chatted about what had
taken place previously.
She mentioned that on different occasions, she had seen Joan, doing
peculiar things around the house, on days that I was in the city.
Things like two weeks prior, having another strange man over to the
house. I knew the airconditioning man was over, to clean out the vents
and ducts. He always drove a van, with the company name and logo
painted on it, but Jess failed to include that in her comments as
well. She was just gossiping for the sake of having someone listen to
her.
As she continued to rave about my wife's supposed indiscretions, Joan
came through the back door. Jess became immediately quiet.
I winked at Joan secretly, as if to tell her to play along. Joan has
always had an excellent sense of humor, when it came to playing tricks
on people.
"So?" I asked. "Who the fuck was the stranger who came over to our
house yeaterday?"
Jess was intimidated by my blatant questioning of my wife in front of
her. She sat silent, and stared with awe at my wife.
"I .... I think that was an insurance salesman. Either that, or
sombody selling something." Joan said, pretending to be annoyed at my
question.
"And who was the man over here, two weeks ago?" I continued.
"I ... I don't remember." Joan said, playing along. "Why? Are you
accusing me of something?"
"Well? It seems funny that no one comes here to visit while I'm home,
but as soon as I leave, you have all these strange men over." I
stated.
"Hmmm. It seems mighty funny that when I'm gone, you've quickly found
a new woman to fuck though, doesn't it?" Joan replied, staring at
Jess.
"Now just a minute." Jess blurted out.
"Just wait Jess." I said, catching on to Joan's isdea. "If she can
fuck around, what the hell. So what's fair for the goose, etc."
Joan had always had a fantasy of being somewhat dominant. It was now
time to see if her fantasies would become a reality. She sauntered
over to Jess, grabbed a handful of Jess' hair, and pulled her head
backwards roughly. She glared menacingly into her eyes, and spoke.
"If you want that stud so bad, then prove it." Joan said, tossing Jess
towards me. "Let's see if you're as good as you act with his cock."
"No, no, no." Jess whined. "It's not like that. It's not like that at
all."
"What?" Joan bellared. "You two can play footsie when I'm away, but
when you get confronted, you're just chicken shit, is that it?"
"I've never ...." Jess began to explain, before Joan cut her off
again.
"You've never fucked him with an audience?" She said looking directly
into Jess' eyes. "Well if you'r going to fuck him at all, you might as
well do it with me here. After all, he is my husband. Now get his cock
out, and show me how you can suck him, you little whore."
Frightened by my wifes cold glare, and her violent temper, Jess
grudgingly complied with her wishes.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked timidly.
"Get down there and get him hard. I wanna see how you do it, just to
see if you really are better than me." Joan said. "You've been fucking
around on that no good piece of shit you married, and now you're after
my husband? Get to it bitch, and suck his cock."
Jess knelt in front of me, and waited patiently for me to undo my
pants. As I began to unzip, Joan screamed again.
"Don't you do one fucking thing, asshole. I want little miss wonder
cunt, to do it for you. You just sit there, and leave her alone."
Jess nervously unzipped my pants, as she carefully rubbed my inner
thigh.
"Get it out and make love to it bitch." Joan yelled, startling Jess.
Jess speeded up her actions, and soon my cock sprang free. She skinned
the foreskin back, and studied my erection closely. With Joans
prodding, she quickly opened her lips, and sucked my meat in to her
mouth. She hadn't done anything like this before, and her nervousness
showed. As Jess began a rhythm of sucking and licking my cock, my wife
kept taunting her.
"Are you getting hot, at the thought of sucking my husbands cock in
front of me?" Joan asked, as she reached around Jess' body, and
massaged her breasts.
A slight moan escaped Jess' mouth, as Joan squeezed and pinched her
nipples through her clothing.
Without allowing Jess time to think, Joan began to unbutton her
blouse. She tugged it from her skirt, and pulled it off her shoulders.
Next came the bra. Joan removed that, and tossed it on the floor also.
Here in front of me, was our young neighbor on her knees, sucking my
cock, topless.
Joan winked at me, as if signalling me to maul the newlyweds tits.
I grabbed them with both hands, and felt their firmness. Jess pushed
forward enough to ascertain that she was enjoying the attention.
Joan knelt behind Jess, and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall down.
"Stand up bitch. I can't strip you when you're on your knees like
that." Joan ordered.
Reluctantly, Jess pulled off of my member, and stood in embarassment.
Joan was quick to remove Jess' skirt, and rip her flimsy panties down.
Joan dragged Jess by the hand, into the livingroom.
"On the sofa." Joan said sternly. "On your knees."
Jess went to the sofa and knelt on it, taking up the center cushion.
Joan pushed me to one end, and had me sit in front of Jess' face. She
quickly reinserted my cock in her mouth, to resume her blowjob.
Meanwhile, Joan sat behind Jess, and forced her thighs apart. She took
her finger, and traced over Jess' pouty pussy lips.
"The little whore is dripping." Joan announced, putting her finger to
her nose. "She's in heat, and waiting for your fat cock."
Jess maoned at Joans comment, but remained at her task.
"I'll bet you'd love his hard cock, pumping inside you right now,
wouldn't you?" Joan leaned over, and whispered into her ear. "I'll bet
he'd ride you like a fucking stallion too."
Jess only moaned loudly at my wifes words.
Joan again placed her hand between Jess' wide spread legs, but this
time, inserted two fingers up her snatch. She spoke as she did so.
"Let's hear it, you little whore cunt. Tell me you want my husbands
hard cock pounding your pussy raw."
"Yessssss, oh yes I want it ..... please let him fuck me." Jess
groaned, as she pulled free of my cock, feeling Joans fingers
penetrate her vagina.
"You've been fucking around on your old man, and you want more strange
cock, don't you?" Joan asked, as her fingers delved deep inside the
young woman.
"Yessss I have, but I can't stop. I want his cock." Jess screamed out
in bliss.
"If he gives it to you, you'll belong to both of us from now on. Do
you understand?" My wife inquired.
"Unghhhhh yesssss, i'll do whatever you want. Please?" Jess replied,
as her body pushed back at Joans probing fingers.
"You'll be our private sex slave. You'll do anything he or I want,
won't you?" Joan pressed.
"Awwwww gawwwwd, yesss I will. Anything. JUst fuck meeeeee." Jess
wailed.
"You heard her John." Joan said quickly. "Get over here and ride her
little ass, until she screams."
Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I immediately jumped up, and
switched places with my wife. As I poised my cock at Jess' hole, Joan
straddled the sofa arm, and spread her legs. She pulled the gusset of
her panties aside, and forced Jess's face into her crotch, as I slowly
entered her seething cunt.
Jess instinctively knew what was expected of her, and began to tongue
Joans hairy pussy.
I had never seen Joan so wound up, and so sex starved in my life. This
woman who laid before me, was a real dynamo, as she humiliated our
young neighbor. On the other hand, our young neighbor was also getting
into the scene well, as she pushed back, to capture me deeper, while
she sexed my wife. The room was spinning with the sounds and scents of
sex. Pure, raw, primative fucking, was on the agenda, and I was doing
my part particularly well.
I stayed still, and let Jess fuck herself on my hard cock, while she
pleasured my wife. I watched as her hands roamed over my wifes cloth
covered tits, but made no effort to undress her. Judging from the
grunts and groans, I could tell both of them were thoroughly enjoying
themselves.
As I reached my peak, Jess must have sensed it also. She began to lift
her head up to speak, but Joan quickly pulled her face back into her
crotch, and held her there tightly.
"Ahhhhh, I'm cumming." I announced.
"Do it honey. Do it deep inside her. Fuck the little whore up good.
Give the slut all your juice and make her feel it." Joan begged.
As I shot my jizz up inside my neighbors convulsing pussy, she mumbled
something into Joans pussy. This was enough to bring Joan off, and she
screamed out her orgasm.
Suddenly Jess became limp and still. Her pussy still trobbed from her
orgasm, but her body was spent and relaxed by now.
As Joan regained her composure, she looked at me and smiled a wicked
smile. She stood up, and pushed me out of her way, as she crouched
behind Jess, and began to tongue her cum filled pussy.
I was still half hard, and seized the opportunity, to fuck my wife
doggy style. She was more than willing to accept my cock into her
soaking pussy slit.
As I plowed my wifes cunt from behind, Jess began to become aware of
what was going on again.
"Oh nooooo." She said softly. "Oh my gosh nooooooo."
It didn't dawn on me, as to what she would be so against at the time.
I thought another woman tonguing her cootch, would be a welcomed sex
act. As the seconds ticked by, she did however, respond. She was soon
moaning a chorus of "Yes, oh yes, eat me. Eat it all out of me."
It was then that the reality dawned on me. Jess was not protected, and
that's what she tried to tell me earlier. She couldn't however,
because Joan had her mouth pressed tight against her twat.
As the toughts of me fucking a fertile pussy raced through my head, I
became even harder.
"Give it to her." Joan said in a frenzy, as she stood and pulled free
of my cock. "Crawl between her legs and pump her full again."
I did as instructed. I quickly lay over Jess, and finding her hole, I
shoved my cock deep again.
Jess' arms flew around my shoulders, and her legs instinctively
wrapped around my waist. She was humping back at me, trying to take me
even deeper. I felt the hard mass of flesh at the back of her pussy
convulse, and begin to suck at my cockhead.
My cock was now being massaged by the spasming of Jess' cervix, as she
again reached her climax.
"Tell him you want it whore." Joan goaded Jess, as she pinched her
nipples roughly. "Ask for his seed to be planted deep in your cunt.
Beg for my husbands potent sperm."
"Ohhhhhh yessss." Jess answered. "Give ..it ...to me. Please cum
up .... inside me." Jess said, as her oegasm overtook her. "Do what
you want .... Just keep pumping me .... full."
My balls tightened, and soon I was shooting my semen, directly into
her womb.
As I shot my copious amout of seed into her, she held me tightly. She
forced me deep into her spasming hole. I had never had anyone pull me
so deep, and beg for my sauce like Jess was doing.
After the last volley of sperm was unloaded, I fell weakly on top of
the young neighbor woman. She was still experiencing the after shocks
of her massive climax, as she trembled a few times.
Joan was hugging me from behind, as she softly whispered into my
ear.
"She's going to carry our child for us. She's well fucked, and
hopefully pregnant." Joan said. "If not, you'll have to continue to
fuck the little whore, everyday, until she is."
My cock lurched at her words, even though I could not attain an
erection, even if I wanted to.
I quietly looked upon Jess' sweet face. Her whole body seemed to glow
with the thought of being pregnant. She smiled broadly, and hugged me
tightly. Joan also sproted a wide smile, as she leaned over, and
kissed Jess tenderly.
Joan was true to her words. She told me someday, we'd have a child of
our own, and now it was all together possible. Even if it was to be
with a surrogate mother.
It was during this time, that I remember Joans pledge fully.
"We are going to have a child someday, and when we do, I want a big
family."



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