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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





I transformed off my wife. Not in the traditional sense, but through a
carefully malipulated manuever while we were out drinking one day.

I had always had a fantasy, much like many men, of watching my wife
with another man. My wife would often tease me about it, when I'd
bring it up, but I knew she would never actually go through with it,
unless she was either drunk, or held at gunpoint.
After ten years of marriage, she had already indulged me in bringing
her girlfriend, and a couple of other women, into our bed, and
willingly shared me with them.
The hint of jealousy was still in me, but I wanted to at least give
her the opportunity, to experience another man, if she agreed.
My wife Veronica, or Ronnie, had always been loyal to me. She had
never given me any reason to doubt her faithfulness. She has a body
that you won't find in any glamour magazine, but she is all woman. Her
measurements are 38EE-32-37. She stands only 5' 2". She has long black
hair, and big soft pouty lips.
Most men wouldn't even give her a second glance, unless they were
oogling her massive tits.
After ten years of marriage, and being previously married for 15
years, she was quiet and reserved, until she had some alcohol running
through her veins.
She is very outgoing, and people take an instant attraction to her,
because of her cutting wit while drinking. She then begins to flirt,
but never lets it go beyond a small kiss or hug, with guys we know.
I had often fantasized about her and I with another couple, but we
hadn't ever found the right one, or the right circumstances.
My name is Dave, and between Ronnie and I, we have cemented many long
lasting relationships with the younger crowd. Most of whom we met
through our own children.
We are in our early fifties, and most of the crowd we enjoy being
with, are in the late twenties, or early thirties. Most divorced, or
still unmarried themselves.
One night, about a month ago, we decided to join a group of them down
at the local watering hole, to watch a night time football game.
Ronnie and I had both taken the following day off, because of the
final division championship race.
Ronnie is not much for sports, but indulges me while I drink and carry
on with the other guys, during the games.
This particular night, it was a high scoring game, and the bar was
offering free shots every time the home team scored. With Ronnie
usually being a wine, or beer drinker, she was not used to shots.
During the first half, Ronnie had consumed three shots, along with the
different drinks that were bought for her, by me and others of our
group. By half time, she was well on her way to becoming drunk, and
very flirty. The guys loved it, and the women felt very secure,
because of our age. We were more or less, the Mom and Dad figure, that
they had adopted.
By the third quarter, Jeff's girlfriend had to leave, because of work
the following day. He, being alone and unattached, made up a game of
kisses being shared, for every first down. It would go alphabetically,
and the women would rotate every time, kissing a different man, each
time.
Everybody was pretty drunk, and all the women reluctantly agreed.
Ronnie was the odd woman, but agreed readily to innocently kiss a
different man, if only to compare her kisses, with another woman.
This game instantly became a show of lust and groping, by all the men.
Two of the women present, had already shared our bed, but that fact
was unknown to each other, or anybody else.
As each first down was scored, Ronnie had to prove she was a better
kisser, than the woman who she competed with. Her experience
prevailed, and she was an instant hit with the guys.
It was apparent that Ronnie felt sorry for Jeff being alone without a
date. She had kissed him twice, and every kiss became more involved.
The groping and grabbing was turning her on, and on the next kiss she
allowed him to blatantly feel her up, in front of the other men. I
meanwhile, was receiving tender sexy kisses from the other women, who
had tried to rpove themselves better then my wife.
By the time the home team won, everybody was well on their way to
drunk and stupid land.
I had been careful not to exceed my limit, as I was voted the
designated driver.
We piled most of the group into our van, and proceeded to take all the
over indulgers home. Ronnie insisted on sitting in the back seat with
Jeff, while I dropped each person off at their house.
By the time I had dropped the last woman off at her house, Ronnie was
snuggled up in the back, with Jeff softly rubbing her side.
Wondering where this would lead, I purposely made a few wrong turns,
and ended up at our house.
As I got out of the van, I feigned a shocked expression, as I noticed
that Jeff had not been taken home.
"Well buddy?" I stated. "I'm really tired, and I'm going to bed. Looks
like you're spending the night here with us. I'll take you home in the
morning."
This wasn't all that unusual, as we had hosted campfires in our
backyard, where a lot of our friends had spent the night and crashed
at our place.
Ronnie was pretty out of it, as Jeff helped me carry her to the
bedroom.
"Let's put her in the spare bedroom." I offered. "There's hardwood
floors, and if she does get sick, it'll be easier to clean up."
Jeff didn't even think about the consequences, as we plopped her on
the bed. Although we had a huge yard, we only had a small two bedroom
house.
He hadn't even thought about where he was going to sleep, unless it
would be in the living room, on the floor. He certainly would not be
sleeping in the master bedroom with me.
I left him standing there, half drunk and statring at Ronnie passed
out in bed, as I left to take a pee.
Glancing over my sholder, I could see how Ronnies skirt had ridden up,
and her pantyhose tops were clearly visible. Even her white panties
underneath, could be seen.
I had really expected Jeff to be gone when I returned, but he was
still standing staring at her voluptuous body when I entered again and
spoke.
"I forgot about her clothes." I said, startling him. "She'll have a
hissy fit if I let her sleep in her new skirt and blouse."
I walked over to the bed without even showing emotion, and began to
undress Ronnie. Jeff stood and watched, still in a half drunken
stupor, as I stripped my wife.
"You want to give me a hand?" I asked, bringing him back to reality.
Feebily he help me pull off my wifes blouse, and then unzipped her
skirt, as I rolled her over. I quickly pulled her pantyhose down, and
left.
"I'll get her night gown." I said, leaving him gawking at Ronnie in
her underwear.
I ran to get Ronnie's night gown, and paused outside the doorway, to
watch his reaction.
I noticed the bulge in his pants, as he absentmindedly drank in the
near naked body before him.
"We'd better get that bra off. She never sleeps in one." I said,
reentering the room, and making him jump.
I rolled her over, and asked him to help undo it. His trembling hands
were fumbling with the catches, and he had the problem of not being
able to unhook it.
With one hand, I squeezed the two ends together, and the bra unsnapped
quickly. As I lay her on her back again, I pulled off her bra, baring
her massive titties for Jeff to see.
"Can You hold her up, while I put this thing on her?" I asked.
At first He puled on her wrists, but her lifeless body just slumped. I
knew that it was near impossible to dress a passed out person, without
holding their body close.
"Pick her up." I said, knowing he'd be in direct contact with her bare
tits for sure.
He knelt on the bed, and soon placed his arms around her upper torso,
allowing her boobs to press against him. I tried without success, to
place the night gown on her.
"Forget it." I said, throwing the night gown on the floor, and
pointing to her panties. "Might as well just pull those things off and
cover her with a sheet."
Jeff stood stunned at my blatant display of my wifes body.
"Well go on. Pull them off. She never sleeps with those on." I
repeated, tugging at the sheet beneath her lifeless body.
Jeff nervously placed his hands at the waistband of Ronnie's panties,
and slowly pulled them down.
By this time, I had the sheet from under her, and covered her to the
waist.
"I'm going to bed." I stated, and left.
The light was still on, and he was now alone with my naked passed out
wife, in the bedroom.
I went directly to our closet, where our video camera was already
charged and waiting. I got it out, and put in a fresh tape. One that I
could hide later, if anything happened.
I cautiously waited, for what seemed like hours in our dark bedroom,
before I saw the light go out. I heard no noise, and waited even
longer. I had hoped he got the clue that I was offering my wife to
him, if he wanted.
After about ten more minutes, I sneaked into the bedroom. I didn't see
Jeff anywhere, and searched the house. He was nowhere to be found.
I returned to the bedroom,with a hardon of my own, and was ready to
ataack my wife in her drunken stupor. I noticed a pair of feet, from
the other side of the bed, in the pale light. Jeff, being somewhat of
a gentleman, had laid down on the floor, to sleep.
I began to formulate another idea.
I acted a little tipsy, and stumbled over his feet, awaking him.
"What are you doing down there?" I asked, with a forced slur of my
words. "Get your ass in bed."
He began to protest, but I cut him off.
"Nobody sleeps on the floor in our house. Get in that bed, and I won't
take no for an answer." I ordered.
Sheepishly he complied, and crawled in next Ronnie. I pulled the sheet
over him, and began to leave.
"But ... but Dave ...." Jeff began to protest. "Your wife."
"Fuck her." I said, acting very drunk. "It's no big deal. She's
sleeping. Besides, if she's willing to do anything, go for it. You
ain't going to wear it out."
I turned and left. My cock was rock hard, having just given Jeff
permission to take advantage of my wife, if he so chose.
After another five minutes of quietly listening, I heard the sheets
move, and the bed creaking a little. For another minute it was again
quiet, but soon the steady squeaking of the bed told me he was
probably screwing her. I heard faint moans. Moans of passion. They
were female moans, coming from Ronnie. She was getting fucked.
I grabbed the camera, and slipped down the hall. I quietly entered the
spare beroom, and setthe video recorder, on the dresser. It was in the
night shot mode, and didn't have a light on. It would silently record
everything for later.
Jeff was indeed fucking Ronnie by now. He was oblivious to my
presence, and only when I grabbed my wife's head, was he aware of my
presence. I shushed him, pulled out my cock, and stuffed it into
Ronnies mouth as I nodded at him.
He again began his sawing motions, as he watched me push my hard cock
down Ronnie's throat.
Subconsciously Ronnie was in ecstatcy. Her moans and groans were
becoming louder, around my cock. Ronnie was still beyond drunk, but I
soon heard the squishing sounds of their union, as he pummeled her.
"Have you ever ass fucked a woman?" I whispered.
Jeff nodded silently, not wanting to break the mood.
"She never had it up her ass. You want to try it?" I asked softly.
Jeff nodded quickly, in answer to my question.
I pulled my cock free of Ronnies sucking mouth, as Jeff pulled out of
her pussy. A sigh escaped her lips, as she was left unattended.
I place a pillow on the bed, and rolled Ronnie over it. The pillow
made her ass raise high in the air, and her virginity was about to be
taken.
Jeff ahd done this before, I could tell. He scooped up a handfull of
her pussy juice, and smaered her asshole with it. I slowly pushed one
finger into her virgin ass.
Ronnie only groaned loudly as he did so, but didn't protest at all.
After an excrutiating long time, he had stretched her ass wide enough,
to accomodate his cock.
Lunging his cock into her soaking cunt again, he wet it thoroughly,
and then placed it at her asshole.
With slow deliberate movements, he began to enter her bowels.
Ronnie grunted a little at first, and vainly fought the unwanted
intrusion. A groan from her, told me that his cock head, was now
inside her ass. She was no longer a virgin.
After that she seemed to push back at him, trying to take more of his
hard cock inside her.
Ronnie struggled to push herself up on her arms. As she did so, she
was agin greeted with my hard cock, at her lips.
Knowing what she was expected to do, she opened her mouth wide, and
soon was deep throating me.
Gurgling sounds came from her mouth, as she pushed back to accept Jeff
deeper.
Suddenly, she began to spasm, and shake. She was climaxing from her
first anal sex, and began to suck me harder.
Another thing Ronnie had never done before was swallow. She always
said, she hated the taste.
Tonight was differant however. She sucked greedily on my cock, coaxing
me to come. As I did, she took me balls deep, and her throat muscles
began their magic. She knew I was about to cum, but held me down her
throat, as I let loose my streams of sperm.
As I slowly pulled my spent cock from her smacking lips, she felt
Jeffs cock expand. He was ready to cum also.
With wild abandon, she savagely rammed back at him, forcing every inch
inside her. She wanted his seed deep in her, and tried to get him off
that way. He willingly accomodated her.
With the two of them rutting like wild animals, he and Ronnie reached
a simutaneous orgasms, and then collapsed on the bed.
Feeling spent and wasted, I ambled to the master bedroom, and passed
out myself.
I had forgotten about the video camera.
The next morning, I awoke to hear loud moans eminating from the spare
bedroom. Jeff was a dynamo. Ronnie loudly screamed out her orgasm,
using words I've never heard her speak before. She was getting the
fuck of her life, as I laid listening contently. I then drifted off,
back to sleep.Within an hour, I heard the front door close, and soon
heard the shower running.
Next I felt the bed move. I rolled over to look at Ronnie, as she
blushed. A nervous look came over her face as I began to smile.
"Have fun last night?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" She asked sheepishly.
"What I mean is, did he fuck your brains out?" I asked brashly.
"We ....uh ....Well yes he did." She stammered nervously. "But he
said, you gave him permission."
"As long as you were willing, is what I told him. So? How was it?" I
asked.
"Uhm ...It ....it was OK." She said softly.
"Just OK? Hell woman, you were sceaming loud enough to wake the
neighbors this morning."
"You heard? And you didn't stop him?" She asked.
"Fuck, by the time I would have gotten up, he already had your cunt
filled with his semen. He must have been good, to make you cum like
that." I said.
He wasn't all that good, it's just that ...well ...it was different."
She replied.
"Did he play with your tits?"
Sheepishly, Ronnie pulled down her night gown, and showed me the
hickeys he left on the lower sides of her breasts.
"How many times did he fuck you?" I asked.
"Three ....I think. I wasn't all that aware last nigh, but he took me
twice this morning. My butt hurts too." She admitted.
"He fucked your ass? I've never fucked your ass." I stated.
"I ...I didn't realize until this morning." She stuttered.
"Well? You know you owe me now." I said.
"It's your fault. you left him with me. What did you think would
happen?" Ronnie explained, as she reached over and hugged me. She had
thought I was mad at her.
I rubbed her back, and soon we were embracing each other lovingly.
"I want your ass." I whispered.
She stiffened at my words, but stayed close to me, as I squeezed her
fat butt cheeks.
"If that's what you want ...." She offered quietly. "But you have to
be gentle, I'm really sore back there."
I reached down to her hairy pussy, and noticed she was already
dripping wet.
"How did he do you this morning?" I asked.
"He ...he was eating me when I awoke, he had me so turned on, I
couldn't resist. At first I didn't know it was him, but after that I
was so hot, he could do whatever he wanted." She said.
"So you just spread your legs and let him fuck you?" I asked in a
surprised voice.
"I couldn't help myself." She mumbled. "It was like a dream. And when
he was pushing into me, I didn't want it to stop. I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" I asked, plunging my finger into her pussy. "Sorry
for being a wanton whore? A cunt who'll take any cock, as long as it
makes you feel good?" I asked.
In the past we had often talked about my fantasy of her with another
man, and now that it had become a reality, I wanted more. I think she
did also, if reactions were any proof.
"If that's what you want." She cooed into my ear, becoming hotter as
my finger massaged her clit.
Seconds later, I had stripped and was laying on top of her, between
her spread legs. She was now the aggressor, as she grabbed my hard
member, and stuffed it into her seething hole.
Once inside, she reached quickly for my hips. She pulled me roughly
and deeply into her pussy, with an ecstatic sigh.
"I'll be whatever you want. I'll be a whore. I'll be a slut. I'll fuck
anybody you want, just make me cum now!" She grunted into my ear.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I began my long slow, lengthy strokes.
"Fuck me you bastard." She cried out. "Fuck me hard and fast. Tear up
my pussy. Make me beg for it. Make me a whore. I'll fuck anyone you
want. Just keep fucking me."
I had never seen my wife in such an aroused state. She was expecting
her orgasm to come quickly, but I went slower still.
"You sonofabitch." She hissed. "Don't slow down. Make me cum.
Pleeeaassseee?"
"You'll fuck whoever I want? You'll actually pull your panties down if
I point to a guy, and tell you to fuck him?" I asked.
"Yeesssss oh yesssss. I'll fuck him on main street if you want. I'll
suck him hard, and rape him if you want. Just fuck me. I need to
cummmmmm." She groaned.
Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, and her arms were
clinging tightly to my neck, as she bounced up to meet my now faster
thrusts.
Then I felt it. Her pussy began its spasms and milking actions. She
was cumming and I was soon to follow.
"They'll all cum in you. You'll be full of sperm all the time. Can you
handle that?" I asked as my balls tightened.
"Yesssss, oh yessss." She crooned.
"All that young cock you'll be taking up your snatch, is going to keep
your cunt stretched out. Can you do that? Is that what you want?
You're not going to change your mind later on?" I asked, forcfully
penetrating her deeply.
"Nooo, ahhhhh noooo. I'll be whatever you want me to be. I'll take
young cock. I love young hard cock. Fuck me, let them all fuck me.
I'll be a cum dump for every drop of their young potent sperm.
Yeeeesssssss cummmmminggggggg....."
As Ronnie reached her peak, she squealed out her climax, and I felt
myself pumping my sperm deep into her clutching twat.
A moment later Ronnie fell dead away. Her body remained twitching
beneath me, bit she was unconscious. She had passed out at the power
of her orgasm. I shot another couple of volleys into her, before
collapsing on top of her.
She was going to make my life so sweet, by being a willing sex slave,
to my every fantasy and desire.
As I stood weakly, Ronnie began to rouse from her unconscious state,
and again smiled her approval.
"What happened?" She asked.
"You passed out. You were really hot. I love you so much." I answered,
kissing her sweaty brow. "Do you remember your promise?"
With a broad smile, she nodded eagerly.
I had just transformed my wife into my own personal slave, and she was
still in agreement. Life was going to be so much better.




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