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From: Mariana Saunders <mariana.saunders@ymail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} The Housewarming party (MF, Wife, Cheat, Anal)
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Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 19:10:05 -0400
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Saturday, 8:12pm.  The guests started arriving.  My husband's guests,
actually.  We had just moved to a new house, and my husband invited a
couple of friends and coworkers to show off.  The house was perfect.  Great
neighborhood, lots of space, huge kitchen, and a swimming pool.

   I really didn't know anyone, except for Mike.  He was my husband's
childhood friend and coworker.  He is such an asshole.  From my husband's
stories, he has always been.  He is the type of guy you don't want your
husband hanging out with.  We've met some five or six times before, and
he's always with a different girlfriend, and he treats them like shit.  He
arrived past 9:30pm with yet another girl.  She looked way too young.  He
never introduced her.  The only times he spoke to her were to order her
around.  "Get me a beer", "go get me some food", he said without even
looking at her, and there she went.

   We had a great time at the party.  Lots of booze, food and good company.
I can say that because I stayed as far away from Mike as possible.  When
the party was winding down and the guests started to leave, I found my
husband talking with Mike on the kitchen.  From the looks of my husband, he
was pretty drunk.  He couldn't stand straight.  His speech was slurry. 
Mike's girl was there, sitting on a corner, looking bored.  I offered her a
drink, and she accepted with a smile.  "So...", I said, "how are things
with Mike?".  "I don't know" she said, drinking almost half her drink.  "He
can be..." she stopped.  "A dick?" I added.  "Well, yeah" she laughed, "you
heard?".  "No, I haven't.  I meant he can be an asshole.  Am I missing
something?".

   She looked at me, straight in the eyes, and said "Yes, he's a huge
asshole.  Everyone that knows him tells me so.  But he has a huge dick, and
he really knows how to use it.  I know he's been cheating on me and he
treats me like shit, but when he fucks me, he fucks the shit out of me.  Oh
my God, I'm sorry...  TMI, right?".  And with that she confirmed that she
was way too young, and I couldn't get the mental picture of Mike fucking
the shit out of this girl out of my mind.

   "Mike, baby, we have to go", she said from the door.  "Baby?  What the
fuck?  Look 'baby', if you have to go, then go.  I'm staying here with my
buddy.  I'll call you when I'm done here.  Then you can come get me", he
said, once again without looking at her.  She didn't say anything, she just
stood there holding the door.  A minute later Mike said loudly "Just GO
already...  I'll call you".  And with that, she left.  Mike kept pouring
drinks, and my husband kept drinking.  I said goodbye to the rest of the
guests, and when I thought everyone had gone, went to look for my husband.
I found Mike helping him up the stairs.  "Great" I said.  "Cool, isn't it?
He's wasted", Mike said laughing.  I helped him get my husband to bed.  We
went downstairs again, I walked straight to the door, thinking Mike was
leaving, but he went to the kitchen.  He started looking around the
kitchen, found a bottle of wine, a bottle opener and two glasses.  "We're
saving that" I said.  He didn't care, he just opened it and poured two
glasses.  He brought me one.  I took it from his hand and drank it.  He
poured another glass.

   "Thanks for helping Mike up the stairs", I told him when we were half
way down the bottle.  "You're welcome.  I had to help him, he's my friend",
and he did the 'quote-unquote' sign with his fingers when he said "friend".
"Explain" I said.  "Well, we've been friends since forever, and we work
together, but lately he's changed, since he married, got that promotion,
got this house.  I know I'm an asshole, but honey, your husband is becoming
something worse.  He tell everyone how much money he's making...  he even
tells everyone how good you're in bed...  at work everyone knows about your
handcuffs, blindfold and dildos.  Everyone knows you're THAT good".

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing, obviously because one thing is to
brag to your friends about your partner, but to get into details is just
fucking stupid, and second because of who was telling me.  I was mad as
hell.  Without saying anything I just stood up, started walking towards the
stairs and said "I think you should leave".  I was going to wake my husband
up and he was going to have to explain a lot.  When I got to my room, I
opened the door, and I felt Mike behind me.  He held me by the shoulders
and said "You're wasting your time.  He's way past fucked up.  Whatever he
says, or you say now, he's not going to remember.  Wait till tomorrow".  I
felt angry and frustrated, and the booze wasn't helping.  I felt a couple
of tears building up.  I turned around and said "Ok...  thanks".  Mike saw
me and and put his arms around me.  "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said
those things", he was rubbing my back while he said that.  Suddenly I felt
something move in my leg.  "Holy Shit", I thought, "that girl was right...
his cock is huge".  I could feel it almost half way past my thigh.  Then
the mental picture of Mike 'fucking the shit out of that girl' came to my
head again.  He was on top of her, fucking her with long hard strokes, and
she was sweaty and screaming.  I was lost.  I put my arms around him and
held him tight.  "Thanks" I said, in what was left of my voice.  Now he was
fucking her from behind, pulling her hair and slapping her ass.  I felt
movement again, and my body responded by itself, opening my legs a little
and pressing against it.  Mike's hand went to my lower back and pressed me
against him.  "So, are you going to wake him up?", he said.  I just shook
my head.  He released me and turned me around so I was facing my room
again, with my back to him.  "Yeah, it's better to let him sleep" he said,
grabbing me from behind.  I could feel part of his huge dick between my ass
cheeks.  Then I felt a hand on my breasts.  Then I felt his breath on my
neck.  Then he was kissing, biting and licking my neck and ear.  I got
goosebumps all over my body.  My legs turned to rubber.  With whatever
strength I had left I said "I think you should leave".  He pressed his cock
against me again.  I took his hand from my breasts and said "Please go". 
He released me and started walking towards the stairs.  I took one last
look inside the room.  My drunk asshole of a husband was in the same
position we left him.

   When I got downstairs, Mike was taking his cellphone out, probably to
call his girlfriend.  My eyes were glued to the huge bulge in his pants. 
"I better call my girl so she'll come pick me up", he said.  "She'll do
anything you want, you know that, right?" I said, still looking at his
cock. "Yeah, I know", he said and started rubbing his cock.  "Do you know
why?", he said, and started undoing his pants.  "Yeah...", I said, out of
breath.  "Do you know why I treat my girls the way I do?", he asked,
"because they don't mean shit to me...  I just fuck them for a while and
then leave'em.  I fuck them every time I want, and they love it.  But none
of them is good in bed.  You on the other hand, if what your husband says
is true, you are great".  He was standing in front of me with his pants
undone, then he took out his cock.  I almost fainted when I saw it.  It had
to be twelve inches long, almost as thick as my arm.  It was only half
erect and it looked enormous.  "A girl once measured it...  Thirteen
inches. Want to touch it?".  I nodded, and put my hand in it.  I couldn't
get it all the way around.  My head was spinning, me legs were rubbery, my
pussy was wet.  I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out
and licked the head.  It tasted like heaven.  I licked it again, then
opened my mouth and started sucking on the head.  It was huge.  I started
sucking harder and harder, trying to get as much of his dick into my mouth,
but it was probably just three or four inches.  I started playing with his
huge balls and he started to get harder.  I had to get some air or I was
going to die sucking his dick.  When I let go of his balls and dick I saw
it for the first time in its full glory, pointing at me, gigantic.

   "Your hubby was right, you do know how to suck cock.  But that's not
what I want", he said while helping me stand up.  "I'm going to fuck you in
the kitchen, 'cause that's the only place you haven't fucked yet, right?",
he asked as we started walking.  He was right.  My asshole husband must
have told him he's fucked me everywhere in the house except for the
kitchen. "He was going to do it tonight.  Did you know that?".  "No", I
said as we got to the kitchen.  He kissed me deep.  His tongue exploring my
mouth and his fingers doing the same to my body.  He pinched my nipples.  I
thought I was going to die.  He started rubbing my pussy, feeling how hot
and wet I was.  "Baby, you're ready".  With that, he turned me around on
top of the stove, bent me over, pulled my dress up and took my panties off.
He then opened my legs and started rubbing his giant cock head on my pussy
lips.  It felt wonderful.  Then he pushed in, stretching my cunt.  He put
his cock head and said "Are you ready for the fucking of your life?". 
"Come on already you asshole.  What are you waiting for?  Fuck me!", I told
him.  And he did.  He started fucking me with deep hard strokes.  The air
escaped my lungs every time he went in.  I couldn't talk.  Only grunts and
sighs came out of me.  Then he slowed down and said "Now for the whole
thing", and before I could say anything, he grabbed me by the shoulders and
pushed all his cock into me.  I've never felt so full.  I've never felt so
wonderful.  I thought I was going to be sore for weeks after that.

   He really picked up the pace and now I could feel his balls slapping my
clit.  Anyone sober in the house could have heard all the noise we were
making, and he would have heard that someone was getting a real good savage
fucking.  I could feel a very intense orgasm building up.  "Don't stop, you
prick.  Make me cum", I screamed.  He didn't stop, and I came like never
before.  I didn't know I could cum like that.  I started thrashing and
convulsing on the stove.  My pussy was trying to milk that wonderful dick.
He just kept fucking me.  He grabbed my hair and said "You like that, don't
you, bitch?".  "Yes, I love it.  Come on motherfucker, fuck me like the
slut I am".  "Your hubby told us you like to talk dirty, you fucking slut.
Maybe he shouldn't have told us all your little secrets.  That way I
wouldn't know you love it up your dirty little ass", he said, slapping my
ass cheeks.  "What an asshole" I thought.  I do love anal, and my hubby's
great at it, but I needed to do something about this.  I wanted him to fuck
my ass hard.  I turned around and said "That pussy has never fucked my ass.
He just tries to fuck my ass and cums in less than a minute", I lied. 
"Then you need a real man to fuck that ass and show you how good it feels",
he said, and when he finished saying that, I started cumming again.  Just
the thought of that monster cock inside my little ass was enough to send me
through another huge orgasm.  My body started convulsing again, and my
pussy clenched on his dick.  "Holy shit, baby, you're going to make me
cum", he sounded surprised.  He pulled my hair again and he doubled his
efforts.  He was pounding me without mercy.  Slapping sounds, heavy
breathing, grunts all over the place.  Then I felt his hot cum fill my
cunt. He just kept pounding me and spraying his cock juice inside me for
what seemed minutes.  "Yeah baby, fill my fertile cunt with your baby
juice. Knock me up", I lied again, since I'm on the pill.

   He came inside me, fucked me to the two best orgasms of my life.  I
thought it was over.  "I really wanted you to fuck my ass", I said as he
slipped out of me.  Huge globs of his cum ran down my leg.  "You sound as
if this was over.  Get on your fucking knees and clean me up slut.  I ain't
through with you yet", he said pushing me down into the kitchen floor.  I
obeyed and started kissing, licking and sucking his sweat and cum, and my
juices from his wonderful shaft while he undressed.  To my surprise, he
started getting hard again.  Very, very hard.  He pulled me up, ripped my
dress off, pulled my bra off, lifted me up and took me to the dinning room
table.  He laid me on top of it and pulled my legs up.  He started taking
my heels off.  He rested my bare foot on his chest while he took the other
one off.  When he finished, he took both my feet and started licking them
sucking on my toes.  It felt wonderful.  I felt my whole body tingling
every time he sucked on my toes.  He put my legs on his shoulders and then
started rubbing his dick on my slippery pussy.  He shoved it in a couple of
times to get it good and wet, then he put it in my asshole.  "Ready?" he
asked, not really wanting an answer because as soon as he asked, he shoved
it in me.  The pain was intense.  I thought he ripped my asshole.  Tears
started flowing.  "Ah, come on bitch, you can take it!", he said and
started laughing.  He started to move slowly, and then put one of his hands
on my pussy and started rubbing it.  A minute of that torture and then the
pain started to fade.  And it started to feel great.  He told me to grab my
legs, and I did.  That way he could get even deeper in my ass.  His hands
went to my pussy again.  One was rubbing and pinching my clit, and with the
other he stuck three finger up my pussy.  He really knew what he was doing
because I started cumming almost instantly.  My orgasm hit me hard.  I
screamed things I really didn't understand.  My pussy and ass were on fire.


   There wasn't much I could do in that position, but my body responded to
every thrust, fucking him back.  When I regained the ability to speak, I
looked him in the eyes and said "Come on baby, fuck my tight ass.  Fill my
shit tube with your huge cock.  Make me cum again with that big man pole".
His hands moved from my pussy.  One went to my tits, the other one to my
throat.  He started squeezing with both of them.� He was very strong.  The
pain on my tits was intense, but it faded as soon as I realized I couldn't
breathe.  He just kept fucking my ass, looking me in the eyes.  I was very
scared.  When I thought I was going to die, he squeezed a little harder,
then let me go.  As soon as I took a deep breath, he put his hand back on
my throat and started squeezing again.  His other hand went back to my
clit. This time it wasn't as bad.  Actually it started to feel good.  Still
couldn't breathe, and I thought I was going to die, but it didn't matter as
much.  He let go for a second time, and as soon as he did, I started
cumming again.  This time was different.  Every last ounce of strength I
had was leaving me.  It felt so good I started crying and laughing at the
same time.  My body went limp.  I couldn't move.  Mike picked me up and
took me to my room.  When I thought he was going to lay me beside my
husband and leave, he put me on the bed and said "On your hands and knees
slut.  I got another serving of white juice for that tight cunt of yours".
"Tight?" I thought.  "Not anymore.  Neither is my ass", and laughed a bit.
"Grab your husband's hand while I do this" he said, helping me move.  He
shoved his dick inside me and started fucking me hard.  The bed was moving
so much I thought my husband was going to wake up.  I kept looking at him
while that wonderful cock fucked me.  Two minutes of his pelvis pounding my
ass and he was cumming inside me again.  I squeezed my cunt muscles with
every jet of cum.  It was fucking amazing.  I fell beside my husband and
looked at Mike.  He said "You're not gonna clean yourself.  Your gonna tell
him everything that happened tonight, but you're gonna tell him it was him
that fucked you.  Every little detail you'll tell him.  So when he comes
bragging on Monday about how he fucked you, me and my buddies at the office
will already know the story.  That way we will know how full of shit your
hubby here really is".  He put his hand on my ass cheeks and said "So, how
was it?".  "I've had better", I lied, and gave him a wink and a smile. 
"Mike", I continued, "this won't happen again, you know?  You are not going
to fuck me ever again.  You are not going to put that wonderful cock inside
my mouth, pussy or ass, ever again.  You and your buddies from work are
never ever going to come here when my husband is out of town and gangbang
me.  You understand?", I lied again, for the last time that night.  "Sure,
whatever you say, you fucking slut", he said, smiling.  With that, he left.

   The next morning the bed was a mess of sweat and cum.  My legs were
sticky, my pussy and ass were sore.  My husband was not on the bed.  I
found him in the bathroom with one of the worst hangovers in the history of
mankind.  I said "Morning lover, you were great yesterday".  He just looked
at me with a blank stare, and I started lying again.  I enjoyed telling him
everything Mike did to me, of course, as Mike instructed, telling him it
was he who did all those wonderful things.  He was getting aroused, but he
was so fucked up, he couldn't get hard.  I loved the frustration on his
face.  I went downstairs to the kitchen, and in the stove were Mike fucked
me first, there was his cellphone and a note: "Sorry I left my cellphone.
Bring it to my apartment later today".  "Who the fuck does he think he is?"
I thought for a second.  Then I started giggling at the thought of being
fucked again by that wonderful huge cock.

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