Use My Wife's Pussy

Valentin was in the bedroom when he heard the garage door open. He smiled knowing that his wife Greta was back from work and they had the house to themselves. Their eighteen year old son, Greg, was out with his friends.

As she walked into the bedroom, Valentin said, "Hey honey... looking very hot." She was wearing low rise dress pants that tightly hugged her delectable, bubble butt and tight, long sleeve top. She looked very elegant and sexy. He liked how her stylishly cut shoulder-length bob cut blonde hair framed her pretty face. Valentin could not get enough of her svelte, 5'6" body. She is thirty-nine-year old and Valentin is forty one.

Greta is a manager in the procurement department at a large firm. "You have logged off early today?" She asked with a smile. Valentin worked from home as an IT consultant.

"Yeah... I was missing you." Valentin hugged her from behind and gently grabbed her firm b-cup tits over her top.

"You are frisky today... where is Greg?" She asked with a bit of concern.

"Don't worry he is not home... I just love what you are wearing... love how sexy you look, how can the guys who work with you concentrate on work when they have a hottie like you around."

"Because they are not perverts like you." She said with a smile as her husband put his hand inside her top pulling down the bra cup and grabbed her breast. He pinched her sensitive nipple making her moan.

"Come on... I know a hottie like you must be driving some of the guys around you crazy with desire... I bet they cannot keep their eyes off your hot body." He huskily whispered into her ears.

Greta closed her eyes as her husband kept playing with her breasts as she enjoyed his touch. What her husband was saying was true, a few guys at her work did like running their eyes over her. It was almost like they were undressing her with their eyes.

Despite thinking that it was wrong of other guys to show interest in her knowing that she was married, she felt good when they showed desire for her. Couple of guys had even asked her out but she had politely declined pointing towards her wedding and engagement rings with a smile.

But she enjoyed the attention, it stoked her ego. Especially from Scott. An older and ruggedly handsome and very charming man who is a senior sales manager. His attention was flattering. But she never encouraged him since she had no intention of messing around with another man.

"Why do you keep talking about other men checking me out?... wanting me?... does it not bother you that other men are hitting on your wife?" She asked while breathing hard.

"Oh it does... I am filled with jealousy but at the same time I am also filled with pride that my wife is so hot that other men cannot keep their eyes off your hot body... they want you." Valentin's voice was filled with lust. He opened the button of her pants and shoved his other hand inside her pants and panties.

Greta moaned as Valentin touched her clit and started rubbing it.. "Oh baby... you are so sexy... " Greta was really liking how lusty and passionate her husband had become recently.

This lusty talk was result of what she had told him a few months ago about Scott asking her out. Initially he was very upset about it but at the same time he realized that it turned him on knowing that another man desired his wife. He started noticing more closely what his wife wore and imagined how other men would run their eyes over her, what they would notice. How they would notice her curves, her flat stomach, her firm b-cup tits, her flaring hips, round bubble butt, her long toned legs, her pretty face.

Despite his initial reaction of anger and jealousy, slowly he had also embraced the feeling of arousal he had felt. In fact his feelings of jealousy inflamed his arousal. She was his wife, she belonged to him but other men desired her. This whole thing had put a spark in their staid sex life. They had started roleplaying bedroom with Valentin pretending to be another man seducing and bedding her. Greta was really enjoying all this amorous attention from her husband. This new found passion as if they were new lovers. However it made her apprehensive of it too.

Valentin pushed her pants and panties down to her knees and forcefully bent her over the bed.

"Not like this honey... this is not right." She protested but her husky voice betrayed her excitement. Greta felt very undignified being bent over, taken from behind. For her that act was a complete submission of a woman for a man's pleasure. It was such a depraved position to present yourself so that a man could mate with the woman like an animal. Her intellect was completely disgusted by it and Valentin knew about it.

But he was not going to be denied, he was going to take his wife any way he wanted. He had become so much more lusty and aggressive as his thought process evolved. Right now he was feeling anger and jealousy which were being balanced by an intense feeling of arousal.

Even though her intellect was disgusted, her pussy got more wet by her husband's actions. Her body was betraying her and getting aroused by being dominated and forced to bend over so that she could be fucked hard and rough like a hussy. Simply taken by a man for his pleasure.

"This is how I am going to take you... you need to fucked properly like this." He hissed at her as he held her down with one hand and took out hard cock with the other.

Taking his cock out, he just roughly shoved into her sopping wet pussy. His pelvis slapping onto her ass loudly.

Greta moaned and gasped loudly as her pussy was filled up. "Oh baby... baby... oh... oh." She got on her toes and pushed her ass back onto him.

"This is what you need don't you." He growled at her as he pulled his cock out and slammed right back into her. Valentin started fucking her with hard savage thrusts. He was out of his mind with lust.

As he pounded into her, Greta moaned and groaned loudly. She just buried her face on her arms and just willingly accepted the hard fucking. Her whole body tingled as she completely capitulated to her baser sexual needs.

After intense pussy pounding of about five minutes, Greta started coming hard. She desperately clutched the bed sheets as her toes curled and she shrieked loudly. Her body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing his wife's intense orgasm, Valentin is unable to hold back and ejaculated with a groan.

As the intense orgams subisided, Greta stood up she noticed that her panties and trousers were very wet. "Oh my god!... honey I think I peed" She said with an embarrassed tone.

"No honey... you just got very wet, seems like almost ejaculated." He smiled at her.

"Women ejaculate too?... I never knew that." She was perplexed.

"Oh yes women do too... especially when they have an intense orgasm... just like you did... it seemed you really enjoyed the sex sweetheart." She turned crimson hearing her husband.

**********

After cleaning up Greta changed into a cute summer dress which came down to her knees.

"So, you know when Greg will be back?" Greta asked.

"No... he didn't say... he went out with Nick."

Hearing Nick's name she scowled slightly. She did not like Greg hanging out with Nick since she considered him to be a bad influence on her son. She did not like the way he dressed like a thug with sagging pants, shorts. However she did feel sympathetic for Nick that he was abandoned by his mother when he was a toddler.

"I don't understand why Greg hangs out with Nick... he is a bad influence on him... I feel bad for Nick but still Greg should know better." She remarked.

"Honey you worry about it too much... we cannot decide for Greg who his friends should be... he will have to learn on his own what kind of company he should keep... but I think that kid is okay just a little bit rough around the edges considering what he has gone through in his life." Valentin was not concerned.

"All I know is that he is not good for our son... but you are right that Greg will have to learn from his own experiences who his true friends are." Greta agreed. "So anything cooked for supper or we going out?"

"I will cook something or if you want we can go out."

"No I would prefer a home cooked meal... please can you cook something." She smiled at her husband.

Valentin poured himself a scotch and wine for Greta as he contemplated what to cook.

"So how was your day today?" Valentin asked

"It was good... kind of slow day for a change."

"Any new admirers?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh my god... you are just getting obsessed with my admirers... and No... no one asked me out." She responded with a giggle.

"Hey I am just concerned about my wife... and her admirers." He said with a laugh.

"What is going on inside your head?... you have never been the way you were earlier?" She was thinking about how Valentin had fucked her.

"Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?" Valentin asked with concern.

"No I am fine... it is just that you are acting different."

"Are you upset... about the way I had sex with you?" He asked apprehensively. "I know you don't like having sex that way... I was just so turned on, I just had to have you at that time."

"Yeah I do not... but it was okay." She shyly said. "I just wanted to talk about you acting different... you know all the frequent talk about other men hitting on me... being so lusty."

"Baby I really do not know what to say... ever since you told me about Scott hitting on you, asking you out... something just happened that I do not understand." He said in an unsure voice. "You know I was absolutely livid when you told me that he asked you out... he told you that it won't hurt me if I never find out but then I realized that I was also excited by the thought of another man wanting you, desiring you... you are so pretty, you have such a hot body... I just love how your blonde hair frames your pretty face, you dress so elegantly but also look so sexy, anything you wear looks good on you... I keep thinking about how other men see you, run their eyes over you... I wonder if they see what I see that how sexy and elegant my wife is... all these thoughts make me feel very insecure and jealous but at the same time fill me with pride and excites me... god I do not know what to think... it is very baffling to me... I know I am just repeating myself now... just rambling... do you think less of me because of all of this?" He was truly feeling lost. Just talking too much, babbling almost.

"No sweetheart... I will never think less of you, I understand you are confused by the conflicting thoughts... and I am too, I kind of like what it is doing it to us... we have been having sex everyday ever since I told you about Scott." She said shyly and it was very evident to her how bewildered her husband was by his own desires.

"But at the same time it makes me feel uneasy... I just love you and never want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship." She expressed her apprehension.

"I know baby... I love you too... you know what we should just stop thinking about it too much and just enjoy what it is doing to us... it is very hot." He took her into his arms and kissed her. He moved his hands down over her body and grabbed her luscious butt cheeks, kneading them.

Feeling her husband's hard cock pressed into her abdomen, she hungrily kissed him back. She was surprised that her husband was hard again. She liked it.

Valentin pulled up her summer dress and grabbed her half naked ass cheeks. She was wearing small tanga panties that left most of her ass bare.

"I just love these sexy panties that you wear... so hot baby." He lustily said to her and then turned her around, making her face the kitchen island. "Bend over... stick that ass out, it looks so hot encased in these small panties." She had started more sexier panties to please her husband.

"Oh... Valentin... no honey." She whimpered. She resisted bending over and was completely shocked when suddenly Valentin slapped her ass. This is something she had never expected from her husband. She had experienced something like this while in college when she had hooked up with a guy at a party. Her pussy released more moisture when her husband spanked her ass again.

Valentin again slapped her ass making her yelp. "Bend over... stick that ass out, show it to me properly." He growled at her.

Her pussy tingled and she felt her secretions wetting the gusset of her panties as she reluctantly bent over the kitchen island. She was a lewd sight with her dress bunched around her waist and her long, creamy legs and delectable ass on display.

Valentin's cock twitched seeing his lovely, elegant wife bent over like a hussy. Back arched, ass sticking out.

"Damn baby you are such a hot sight... I wish some of your admirers could see you this way." He said lustily and spanked her a few times and then caressed and kneaded her reddened ass cheeks.

"Spread your legs a bit." As she spread her legs, he cupped her pussy over the gusset. He was shocked to feel how wet the gusset of her panties were. "Nice... I just love it when you get this wet... I need to taste that hot wet pussy... I can smell your arousal honey."

Greta turned crimson hearing that. Valentin pulled aside the panties and pulled apart her ass cheeks putting her puckered bunghole on display. She felt completely humiliated thinking what an obscene sight she must be.

"No honey don't do that." She whimpered.

Hearing her whimper Valentin ran bent down and licked her spread open butt crack. Greta gasped loudly as a tingle went through her entire body.

"Don't do that baby... that is nasty." She protested weakly and at the same time pushed her ass back. Her baser instincts were again taking over her mind.

Valentin then squatted down behind her licked her wet pussy lips. She shuffled her feet apart further and moaned. "Oooohh... unhhh... let's go to the bedroom... not here... Greg might come home?" Her mind again was making the effort to take control over the baser instincts.

"We will hear when the front door opens." Valentin brushed aside her concerns as he concentrated on tasting her honeypot, eating her out hungrily. Greta moaned loudly and grabbed the sides of the kitchen island as pleasure sensations coursed through her body.

"Nooo... babyeee... no..no. listen honey a lot of times... he comes in through the interior door from garage ... into the kitchen." She protested weakly while panting hard. The carnal sensations were trying to completely take over her mind and she was having a hard time speaking.

But Valentin wanted to have her right away, he stood up and took his hard cock out. He rubbed his bulbous cock head up and down her wet, swollen pussy lips. Greta whimpered in anticipation and her knuckles turned white as she tightened her grip on the sides of the kitchen island.

He filled up her pussy with one savage thrust. "Oh... Valentin... baybee... aaah." She gasped loudly and moaned.

Suddenly they heard the knob of the side door rattle and right away knew that Greg was unlocking the door. Valentin right away withdrew his hard, wet cock from his wife's pussy and shoved it inside his pants. Greta stood up and quickly straightened her dress but in her panic did not pull her panties back into place. She took the wine glass in her hand and tried to look casual standing next to the island but her face was flushed. Wanting to hide his erection, Valentin just turned toward the stove.

With Greg were two of his friends, Nick and Brent. All three of them looked at the couple weirdly. They just knew that they had interrupted something.

"Hey mom... you are home early... dad are you cooking supper?... Nick and Brent will be eating here too." Greg acted nonchalant.

Without even turning Valentin just said, "Sure... no problem."

"We will be in the basement playing video games." Greg said as he headed towards the basement and Brent followed him. "But we have to go out for a bit to pick up a game from the video game store."

Greta felt completely embarrassed. She also greeted the boys, trying her best to look normal.

"Phew... that was close... I should have listened to you... I just wanted you so bad, lost control... you okay?" Valentin asked in a whisper after the boys left.

She was right on the edge of cumming when Valentin pulled his cock out and her pussy was still tingling. She was very aroused and tightly clenched her thighs.

"I am fine... it's just that I was so close." Her tone was filled with longing. "The boys knew something was going on... the way they looked at us... it is so embarrassing." Saying that she pulled up her dress and fixed her panties.

Valentin groaned seeing that. "That is okay... these boys know that adults have sex that is how babies come... nothing to be ashamed about." He said lustily and pulled her into her arms. He kissed her lovingly. "You are the sexiest woman... the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

"Okay stop it now... I don't want any of the boys coming back here and seeing us getting amorous." She smiled, lightly admonished him. "You are such an ass kisser."

"Just telling you the truth... I know I left you hanging but I will take care of you tonight." He smiled at her and lovingly kissed her forehead. "I will check with the boys if I simply should order Pizza for them... I don't feel like cooking anymore."

**********

As he went down the basement stairs, Valentin heard the boys talking, "Damn man your dad was trying to get some when we all burst in... did you see your mom's face she wanted it bad man... she is the hottest MILF ever." It was Brent who was talking.

"Yep we definitely walked in when they were getting into it, thick and heavy." Nick laughed. "Man... your mama is such a hottie... the hottest MILF." Nick said.

"Shut up man... you are talking about my mom." Greg interjected. This was not the first time he was hearing his friends talk about his mom in sexual way. Once his group of male friends had taken a vote who was the hottest mother among their mothers and his mom was easily voted to be the hottest MILF.

Ever since that day his friends would make comments about his mother, sexual innuendos. Typically it would result in some smack talk, friendly shoving between Greg and his friends. If she had been someone else's mom, he would have been one of the boys making sexual innuendos. It seemed like a playful smack talk amongst adolescent boys.

"Come on man... it ain't my fault that your mom is the hottest MILF... can't just keep my eyes off her hot body man." Nick said with a grin trying to irk Greg. "Don't tell me you never checked her out... those long creamy legs... you seen how her ass looks when she wears those short shorts... the tight yoga pants... fuck man a perfect tight bubble butt and those tight tops she wears showing off her firm titties... damn man she drives this nigga crazy with that tight shit."

"Dumbass... why don't you check out Brent's mom's big ass booty... I thought big booty like his mom's is what a nigga wants." Greg responded.

"Nah man... your mom's is much more fine." Brent snickered. "My mom is just a skank compared to yours." All three of them just burst out laughing.

"But you is right... my mom is fine." Saying that Greg grinned at his two friends.

"Damn right bro, she is fine." Nick winked mischievously.

Valentin was unperturbed hearing the teenagers talking about his wife. It was just all a big joke for the boys and adolescent boys loved to talk crap. He had been a teenager once and had done similar things. He knew teenagers like to talk a lot of crap and get the hots for any woman who was hot. Valentin himself in his teenage years used to run his eyes over the pretty looking mothers of his friends.

He went back up and then came down making a bit of noise so as not to embarrass the boys. "So I am thinking of ordering Pizza instead of cooking... you guys okay with that." Valentin asked.

All three of them said yes. "So I am going to do the carry out... any of you boys want to come along?... we can stop at the GameStop on our way." Valentin asked them.

"Yeah I will come." Brent quickly responded. "I need to check out something."

"Sure." Greg responded in the affirmative.

Nick told them he did not feel like going and was going to stay back play video game.

"Okay... I will place the order... we will leave in 20 minutes." Said Valentin. He went up and placed the order quickly.

"Honey I am going to get the pizza... Greg and Brent want to stop at the video game store... so they are going to come with me." Valentin informed his wife.

"Nick is not going?"

"No... he doesn't want to... he wants to stay back, play video game."

"Okay... that is weird he is staying back." She remarked.

"Yep it is... but teenagers, you know all weirdos, never know with them." He grinned at her.

Leaving his wife at home, Valentin left with Greg and Brent.

After they left, she went to the kitchen to pour more wine.

"Mrs. Plummer... can I have a little bit of that too." Nick had come up.

Greta turned around to face the grinning young black man. "Dream on Nick... that is not going to happen... you are too young for it."

"Come on Mrs. Plummer... just a little bit... if I am old enough to vote, buy a gun... just not fair I can't have a bit of alcohol... wouldn't you agree." He said charmingly, coming closer to her.

"You are right... but still it is not going to happen." Any other time, she would have harshly admonished him and sent him on his way. But she found his response to be funny and logical. This was a new side of him she was seeing. Plus she was still kind of horny.

Nick noticed the change in her. "How about just a sip... I won't tell anyone... if you don't." Greta couldn't help but notice how noticeable his white teeth looked framed by his black lips.

"Okay... but you keep it to yourself... I will pour you a little bit." She relented.

Before she could reach for the bottle, Nick grabbed her hand holding the wine glass. "No need for that... I can take a sip from your glass." Keeping his eyes locked with Greta, he pulled her hands towards his face.

He noticed the imprint of her lips on the edge of the glass and deliberately put his lips on the imprint as he took a sip of the wine while keeping his eyes locked with her.

"Nice wine... I like it." He grinned at her as he let go of her hand.

For some reason that she herself did not understood, she took a sip of wine right away. Putting her lips on the imprint of Nick's lips had left. She felt a tingle down her spine as she did that.

"Okay now had your sip of wine... you can go back to playing your video game." Greta said trying to take control of the situation.

"I was getting bored alone down there... we can hang out until others come back." Nick liked how she had put her lips on the imprint of his lips.

"Well you should have gone with your friends to the store."

"I thought I could spend some time with you Mrs. Plummer." Nick said with an awkward smile..

"And why do you want to spend time with an old lady like me?" Greta challenged him playfully. She was enjoying the attention of this teenage boy. This was something new for her. A young boy's crush on her. It is so cute, she thought.

"First of all you ain't old... and second is you very pretty... I like to hang with pretty ladies." He said sweetly.

"Oh really... so you think I am pretty?" Even though she knew that Nick was just stoking her ego but it made her feel good.

Nick pressed on boldly, feeling that he had a chance with his friend's mom. "I sure do and most of my friends also think you are very hot... we took a vote once to decide who has the hottest mom and you won hands down... you were voted to be the hottest MILF... you know what MILF stands for?" He said huskily keeping his eyes locked with hers and stepped closer to her.

Nick was a bit taller than Greta with a stocky body and a flabby gut. As he stepped closer to her, she could feel his breath on her face. Things were getting out of hand. "Young man I know what MILF stands for... and I better not hear you say what it stands for." She said light heartedly.

"Don't you boys have anything better to do than rating each others mom's sexuality?" She added with exasperation. "You boys need to find a job or something to keep your mind occupied... so that you stop ogling your friends' mothers and keep your testosterone in check." Saying that she turned and walked away from Nick. " You guys should be ogling girls your own age."

"You cannot blame me Mrs. Plummer." Nick protested. "You are just so sexy... you know none of the high school girls are as sexy as you are... you are so pretty have such nice, long legs... a tight, hot, ass." He decided to just go for it.

"Enough Nick." She felt embarrassed. "Stop hitting on your friend's mom." She turned to face him.

Even though she knew it was wrong, she liked the look of desire in Nick's eyes for her.

"Even though it is very sweet... the crush you have on me... but you should not be looking at me that way, thinking about me that way... now stop ogling me and go play your video game... you should focus on girls your age." She said to him sweetly.

Greta had no clue that even though Nick was just eighteen, he was already a playboy. He had already bedded quite a few girls and women. He was nothing like an awkward adolescent, Greta was thinking him to be.

"Your are very nice Mrs. Plummer... I understand what you are saying... but I do not think I can stop thinking about you." Nick said in a dejected voice. But he was smiling inwards knowing that he had more progress than he expected.

"I understand these things can be confusing and kind of difficult to get rid of feelings but you know this is not right... so you have to try." She said sympathetically. "And what you told me today... keep it to yourself... don't mention it to anyone." She told him thinking that this will prevent the Nick from being ridiculed.

"Okay... I understand." Again the sad tone. But he was very pleased. Without even realizing Greta had given him a way in. Both of them now have a secret between them. Now there were going to be secret looks, glances, whispers and touches. He loved keeping secrets.

"Can I at least get a hug from you Mrs. Plummer?" He suddenly asked sweetly.

Greta was kind of caught off guard by his request but agreed to it. Justifying to herself it will be just a caring hug to a boy whose advances have been rebuffed. But at the same time she really wanted to feel his body against her.

She stared at Nick noticing how his shorts sagged showing his FTL dark colored boxer shorts. She had a thing for nice looking men's ass and she liked how Nick's ass looked. The loose t-shirt he was wearing did not hide his flabby belly. Even though he had the flabby belly, he was still muscular.

He moved forward and enveloped her in his arms. She also put her arms around him and hugged him back.

Greta liked how his stocky body felt against her. Hugging him she moved her hands down on his back and did not even realize when her hands reached the upper swell of his buttocks. Her hands were on his uncovered FTL boxers.

Nick also was enjoying the feel of the svelte body of the older white woman. Feeling her hand on the upper swell of his buttocks he also lowered his hands onto the upper slope of her ass. "You smell so good Greta." He whispered huskily.

Hearing the young black man calling her by her first name, immediately brought her out of her reverie. She immediately separated herself from Nick.

"You cannot call me Greta... I am Mrs. Plummer to you." She said sternly as her heart beat erratically. She could feel the wetness between her legs.

Nick cursed himself inward for trying to push things too quickly. "I am sorry Mrs. Plummer... I just lost my mind for a second." He said contritely.

"I have some things to do Nick... excuse me... you go play your video game." She said to him dismissively and went up to her bedroom.

**********

A little bit later Valentin and the two boys returned with the pizzas. Greg and Brent went straight into the basement with one whole pizza and a bottle of coke.

Not seeing his wife Valentin went up to their bedroom. "Why are you up here?" He asked with concern. "Is everything okay honey?"

"I don't know Valentin... I don't know what is going on with me... I did something really bad." She was very confused, very bewildered.

"What do you mean?... tell me what happened." Valentin said with concern.

Greta nervously told him everything that had transpired. She was thinking that her husband would be furious.

But she was completely surprised by his response. Valentin grabbed her and kissed her roughly. "You hussy... flirting with a young black boy... I cannot believe it you put your hands on his ass."

"You are not mad at me?... you okay with what happened?" She asked incredulously.

"I don't know whether I should be upset or angry and I feel a bit jealous... but it is also kind of thrilling knowing that my wife was being so naughty." He said to her as he pushed her back onto the bed and pulled up her dress.

"You truly are okay with it... I cannot believe it my husband has turned out to be so deviant." She said as Valentin kissed the inside of her creamy thighs. "Not now baby... not now... the boys are in the basement." She was panting hard and bit her lower lip as her husband tugged the gusset of her panties aside.

"Fuck... you are so wet... so wet baby." Valentin said lustily and clamped his lips on her pussy lips. Completely ignoring what his wife said.

She gasped and moaned as her husband hungrily ate out her pussy. Soon she was cumming hard on her husband's mouth. He bit down on her hand in order to muffle the noises she started making.

As her orgasm was subsiding, Valentin took off his pants. He got on the bed with his hard seven inch cock swaying and leaking pre cum.

Greta hungrily stared at her husband's cock. "This is what you want baby... don't you?... get on your knees." He lustily said to her.

She did as he asked him looking up at her standing husband and his swaying cock. He nudged her lips with the tip of his cock and she opened her mouth to receive it. As soon as she did that Valentin shoved his cock into her mouth making her gag. She looked up at her husband in shock and saw that his face was a mask of lust.

Greta had never seen her husband this way. Valentin slowly withdrew his cock out of her mouth and she proceeded to lick the length of the hard shaft. Her mouth engulfed the cockhead and she started sucking his cock. Watching his wife serviced his cock, he imagined her taking a black cock in her pretty mouth. His cock twitched at the thought of it but at the same time made him feel queasy.

"Suck on my balls... lick them... service my balls." He growled at her.

Submissively looking up at her husband, she lifted up his cock and gently tongued his nut sack. Then she concentrated on each of his nuts, sucking on them, making Valentin groan lustily.

He grabbed her head and forcefully shoved his cock into her mouth, down to her throat. She choked and gagged on it, spitting up. Valentin let up a bit, withdrew his cock and then again rammed it down her throat. It didn't take long before he was fiercely fucking her in her mouth. He was out of mind with lust and Greta was aroused by her husband taking control and using her mouth like a fuck hole. She was completely disgusted by her debasement but at the same time she was rubbing her pussy.

After at least five minute of hard face fucking, Valentin wanted to fuck his wife. He took off her panties and made her lie on her back. He pushed back her legs and got on top of her. He kissed her as he slowly inserted his cock into her sopping wet pussy.

"Oh honey you are the sexiest woman... I love you so much. " Saying that he started fucking her with long steady strokes. But he was just too turned on by now and did not last too long. Soon he erupted inside his wife, emptying his balls. After he had ejaculated they both just laid there on the bed basking in the afterglow of the intense sex.

"I have to change now." Greta said shyly as her body and pussy still tingled.

"Why it looks fine." Valentin said.

"Don't you see... my dress is all wrinkled... I cannot go down this way." She knew the boys will notice right away, especially Nick.

"Okay change... and come down, I am really hungry now." Valentin chuckled.

As Greta stood up, cum leaked out of your ravished pussy. She clenched her thighs together. Feeling the cum leaking out made her feel very wanton which thrilled her. She was really enjoying this new found sexual excitement and spontaneity.

She hugged her husband lovingly and kissed him hard. "What are you doing to me baby?... I have not felt this way in such a long time." Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. "I just love it when you are so turned on." She liked how hungry her husband was for her. How much he wanted her. Also she felt excited by how dominating and rough her husband was being with her. This was a new thing she had discovered about herself. Her being submissive.

"I like it too... I hope I did not hurt you... I got a bit rough... I wanted you so bad."

"It was okay." She responded shyly. Valentin understood right away that his wife kind of liked the rough sex.

"I will clean up and change... be down in a bit."

"Alright... wear yoga pants, love the way it shows off your tight, round butt." He said to her and left.

**********

Valentin was eating pizza at the kitchen table when Greta walked in. She was wearing grey yoga pants with a short sleeved top.The seam in the back of the yoga pants dipped between her ass cheeks, accentuating her tight, round ass. The outline of her bra was visible through the thin cotton top. She looked hot.

"You look very sexy honey." Valentin said as he kept running he eyes over her.

"Valentin stop staring at me like that." She said shyly.

"Nick will like how your ass is looking." Valentin said huskily.

"So that is why you asked me to yoga pants... so that a teenage boy can check me out." She was shocked. "This is so bad Valentin... let's not talk about this anymore." Greta felt uneasy as she sat down with her husband.

He just grinned at her. They made small talk as they ate the pizza. After eating Valentin suggested, "Why don't you go down, check on the boys."

"Get a hold on yourself Valentin... get your mind out of the gutter." She said with exasperation. "Our son is down there too."

"You are right... I will go and work a bit... take my mind of this." He responded sheepishly.

"Okay before you go... can you please bring down the laundry basket from our bathroom, I need to do some laundry."

"Sure hon." Saying that he headed upstairs.

As Valentin stepped down the last step holding the basket of dirty clothes, he bumped into Nick. The basement door was right next to the stairs that led to the second floor.

"I am sorry Mr. Plummer... I didn't see you." Nick apologized right away.

"That is okay... I was not paying attention either." Valentin responded. Both their minds were on Greta.

Seeing Nick, it occurred to Valentin that now he has an opportunity to show his wife to him. He was finding this young black boy's desire for his wife to be exciting.

"Can you take this basket to my wife?... she is in the laundry room." Valentin asked him trying his best to keep his voice as normal as possible.

"Sure... I can do that." Nick said eagerly.

Waiting for a couple of minutes, Valentin softly walked towards the laundry room trying to make no noise. He wanted to watch his wife and Nick interact.

When he peeked into the laundry room, his eyes opened wide in shock. Only Nick was in the laundry room. He was holding his wife's skimpy pink panties and his other hand was inside his shorts.

Valentin then watched in disbelief as Nick pulled out his fully erect, charcoal black cock and wrapped the pink panties around it. Nick sighed softly feeling the soft, delicate fabric around his manhood and then he slowly jacked his cock with the wrapped panties.

Valentin was unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife's panties wrapped around the charcoal black, uncircumcised, thick, veiny shaft. The foreskin tightly stretched over the big, thick, mushroom cockhead. The huge meaty cock looked ugly and monstrous.

Suddenly Nick glanced to his right and saw Valentin staring at him. Their eyes locked with each other and both of them just froze. Completely unsure how to react, Valentin turned and left.

Nick quickly dropped the panties back in the basket and stuffed his erect cock back in his shorts. He went after Valentin, "I am sorry Mr. Plummer"

"That is okay... don't worry about it." Valentin responded quickly and walked away. He was feeling very uncomfortable to continue any conversation about what he had witnessed.

Feeling that he had really screwed up now and needs to mend things, Nick followed Valentin. "Mr. Plummer can I please have a word with." He said guiltily.

Not wanting his wife to walk in and find out about what had transpired, Valentin said. "Okay... let's go in my office." He led Nick to his office.

"You really don't have to say anything else Nick... I understand things happen... you are young man at an age when your hormones are raging... just exploring sex and all... I understand." Valentin wanted to end this awkward conversation.

"I just don't want to mess up anything... you have been so cool to me... I don't want any hard feelings... that thing did not mean anything... you are just so lucky Mr. Plummer... your wife is so beautiful and sexy... I just saw her panties and then I don't know what I was thinking." Nick looked so shamefaced.

"No hard feelings Nick, I understand... Greta is pretty and does get a lot of male attention... we are cool young man, no worries." Valentin reassured him.

Nick felt relieved hearing Valentin's words. "Thanks Mr. Plummer... you are very cool." Then he boldly decided to ask a further question. "So it never bothers you when other men check out Mrs. Plummer?"

"Well at one time it used to bother me a whole lot... but over the years I have changed, now it does not bother me as much... she is bound to attract attention, no need for me to get worked up over it... you know. I am just glad I am the one she loves, goes home with. Kind of makes me feel proud too that my wife is so pretty that other guys cannot keep their eyes off her." Valentin winked at Nick.

He knew that Nick was just fishing now. He wondered what would Nick think if he found out that it turned him on knowing other men desired his wife.

"Yeah... true... I understand." Nick said feigning understanding. "Okay I will go... I came up to just get a coke."

"I need something to drink too." Valentin said and accompanied Nick to the kitchen.

Valentin handed Nick the coke and got a beer for himself. As they were about to leave, Greta came in from the garage.

"What were you doing in the garage?" Valentin asked her.

Her immediate attention went to Nick who was staring at her with unbridled desire. He was surprised to see what Greta was now wearing now.

"I was looking for fabric softener... I thought I had some in the garage storage cabinet... I have to go to the store now." Saying that she walked away from them.

Her heart fluttered wildly feeling Nick's eyes on her posterior. He was running his eyes over her right in front of her husband.

"Damn... damn... Mr. Plummer... you wife sure has one fine ass on her." He whispered huskily.

"Nick!... that is not something you should saying to me." Valentin admonished him gently.

"I am sorry Mr. Plummer... she is just looking so good in the yoga pants." He responded nervously.

"But... you are right... she does look good." Valentin's voice was filled with pride. "I have to do some work now and your friends must be missing you... not a word to anyone about what happened today."

"I won't... don't want others to know how dumb I was." Nick chuckled.

He watched Nick go down to the basement and then headed to his office. As he sat staring at the computer screen, Greta walked in. "Do you want anything from the store?" She asked.

"No... I am good." He smiled at her and reached for her hand. Then he pulled her onto his lap, making her straddle him.

"Happy now?... I thought his eyes were going to burn a hole in my clothes." She said pointedly.

"Yes he could not keep his eyes off... a lot of other guys will be checking you out at the store too." He said lustily.

"Don't say that honey... now you are making me so self-conscious about wearing yoga pants... you are making it sound so bad... as if I am a hussy wearing this to flaunt myself."

"No that is not it honey... I just wanted you to be self aware... you are just looking so hot... don't be self-conscious... you should be proud you have such a sexy body... nothing wrong in showing it off, be a little bit of a tease."

"So that is what I am being... a tease?... you want your wife to be a tease?" She asked.

"You already are a tease my love... when you wear those ass hugging dress pants to work... tight tops with slight cleavage... tight skirts... you wear those to look sexy... you look so tantalizing, that is how you get a guy like Scott to hit on you... you want to look sexy for others." He said with a smile.

She accepted what were husband was saying to be true. "But I also want to look sexy for you baby." She added.

"I know sweetheart." Saying that he took his luscious ass cheeks into his hands and kissed her. She felt his hardness rubbing on her crotch.

"You are again hard." She said with a surprise. "You are becoming insatiable." She truly liked this hunger her husband has for her. "But hold on to it for later... I will be back soon." She paused then asked. "Do you want to come with me to the store?"

"No... I have to get some things done... you go." He responded.

Valentin needed some time alone. Seeing Nick wrapping his wife's panties around his black cock had inflamed his depraved desires even more. Thoughts had been creeping into his mind for the past couple of months about really watching his wife being ravished by another man. That is the reason for his re-discovered lustful desires for his wife.

He had read about hotwifing, husband sharing his wife with another man. But he had never thought that is something he would ever want. All he had desired previously was some exhibitionism by his wife, her being playful and flirtatious with other men. Just do some roleplay about his wife being with another man.

But now did he want more? This question brought about all kinds of contrasting emotions to his befuddled mind.

**********

Later at night he again made love to his wife. After the sex, Greta said to him gleefully, "I cannot believe it that we have had sex three times today... last time we did something like this was when were in high school."

"Yes... I wish I could go again... I know you wouldn't mind if I could give it to you one more time." He said with a grin.

"God!... you are so bad!" She exclaimed. "You make me sound like a nymphomaniac."

"Not a nymphomaniac babe... you are just a sensual, passionate woman who enjoys sex." He responded sincerely as he spooned her and kissed her neck, cheek. Feeling very bashful she just squeezed her husband's arm not saying anything. Her husband was right, she would not mind.

The following morning by the time Valentin woke up Greta was about to leave for work and Greg had already left for school. Greta was wearing a grey skirt suit. The jacked came down to her waist and the skirt ended just above her knees. Valentin liked the way the skirt tightly hugged her round hips, outlining her ass.

She was pouring coffee in the travel mug when she heard her husband whistle. Smiling she said, "Hmmm... it seems you approve of what I am wearing."

"Oh yeah!... you look very nice... Scott will be pleased."

"I don't care about him... I dress up for you." She turned around to face Valentin. "Did your mind fall into the gutter as soon as you woke up."

"What can I say you make me feel randy." He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "I love you so much." Saying that he kissed her gently.

She giggled. "Okay let me go now you lecherous man... otherwise I will get stuck in traffic."

"So... are you going to have some fun?" He asked with hesitation.

She stared at her husband for a moment and then said, "I don't know baby... as I said, I will try to do what you want, try to be more open... but you know this is not as simple as you stated... it is just not flirtatious talk, guys admiring, desiring me." She paused. "Guys like to flirtatiously touch also, grope... are you going to be okay with that?" She challenged him.

Valentin felt uneasy but at the same time it got his pulse racing. "I think a little bit of touching is okay... I will be okay with it baby."

"Forget about it... that is not going to happen." She shook her head in disapproval.

After a bit of pause she said, "But you know... the way I acted with Nick yesterday was really inappropriate... I am almost twice his age, a married woman." She said with regret but also feeling a tingle in her spine.

"Yes I understand that baby." Valentin said feeling a little bit guilty himself. Remembering how he got turned on after seeing Nick wrapping his wife's panties around his cock.

"I have to go now... see you in the evening." She kissed him and left.

Once she reached work, she got busy with the daily grind and the talk she had with her husband was forgotten. But later in the afternoon she ran into Scott in the cafeteria of her office building. Again he was flirtatious with her and she was more accepting of his attention today, she sat down with him to have lunch.

He is an aggressive jock type of guy. She had dated a similar kind of good looking jock type in college but quickly ended the relationship after finding him to be very shallow with a big ego.

"So have you reconsidered about letting me take you out for dinner?" Scott smiled charmingly. He is an attractive man with a fit body and is in his early fifties.

Pointing at her engagement and wedding rings she said, "I thought we had reached a consensus that I am a married woman and you should not be asking me out." She responded with a playful smile.

"Hey... we only established that you are a beautiful married woman... and a married woman can go for dinner with a friend." He countered.

"Yeah of course that is all you think of me as... just a friend." She said with feigned sarcasm.

As they ate their lunch they continued the flirty banter. Scott had sensed a change in her demeanor lately and felt good about it. There were incidental touches initiated by him which Greta had expected but it still gave her goosebumps. His knees touched hers, his hands touched her shoulders, arms and even held her hand for a bit. She enjoyed his attention and the feeling of being courted, pursued.

"I gotta go now... I have a meeting." She remembered when glanced at her watch.

"Oh come on... miss it... I will be lost here without you." Scott said with a smile.

"Oh you know how to find your way... I bet you will find another woman to ply your wiles on." She said with a grin as she stood up.

"So that is what you think I was doing?... I am shocked Greta... I really care about you... really care about that hot, tight body of yours." He whispered boldly to her. "That skirt looks real nice... very nice." Lustily he ran his eyes over her rear.

"Thank you... see you later." She said smiling flirtily.

"I will be travelling for a few days... for work... I will definitely see you after that and take my friend out for dinner."

"We will see about that." She smiled and walked away, feeling his eyes on her ass. An involuntary shiver went through her body. It felt good not being so uptight.

**********

Later in the evening Greta headed straight for the study after getting home.

Valentin looked up from his computer and asked, "How was your day honey?"

"Just a normal work day... nothing different." She responded nonchalantly. "Greg left for work?" Greg worked at the local grocery store.

"Yes... just a little bit ago." Valentin responded as he swiveled his chair around to face her.

"So how was your day... busy? did you get anything done?" She asked teasingly.

"Mine was okay... did as much as I could, it was kind of difficult to focus on worky today." He said as he eyed his wife. "So just a regular, normal day for you?" Valentin raised his eyebrows.

"Yep... just a normal day... why were you expecting something to happen." She coyly asked.

Keeping his eyes on his demurely standing wife, Valentin stood up. "You know you are looking very elegantly sexy." He opened the button of her suit jacket and moved behind her to pull off the jacket. Under the jacket she was wearing a form fitting, sleeveless, white blouse. Valentin liked how the form fitting blouse clung to her body showing off her flat stomach, slender waist, the silhouette of the bra covering her small, firm breasts.

He slowly walked around her running his eyes over her. "I know Scott does not work with you... but did you run into him today?... did he see you?"

"Yes he did." She responded.

"Well?... did he like how my wife looked?... did he come on to my wife?" He gently hugged her from behind and whispered into her ear.

"He did like how your wife looked baby... he asked me out again." Her pulse quickened and her breathing changed.

"Did you flirt back with him?... were you a naughty wife today? flirted with another man?" He kissed her neck and behind her ear.

"I was... I flirted with him... just like you wanted."

"Good girl... did he try anything?" He enquired.

"Well, he wants to take me out for dinner... " She paused and then said. "But that ain't gonna happen." She smiled.

Valentin felt a bit disappointed but also a send of relief that she had not agreed to go out with Scott. "That is fine but you were really naughty today flirting with your co-worker, leading him on... a naughty wife like you needs to be punished." He pushed her towards his desk. "Bend over the table." He hissed at her.

Greta's pussy moistened and she felt her body tingle. She bent over the table arching her back and sticking out her ass. She looked back at her husband, breathing hard and her mouth open. She couldn't believe how turned on she was.

Locking his eyes with her, Valentin grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked it above her hips. Feeling ashamed due to the lewd way her husband had her exposed, she looked away burying her face in her arms.

Valentin's arousal was inflamed seeing his wife's naked, shapely ass with the back of her thong buried between her creamy ass cheeks. He put his hands on her ass cheeks and kneaded them.

"You are turning into a hussy... first you flirt with that teenage, punk, black boy... and now you are flirting, teasing your co-worker." Valentin smacked her one ass cheek.

"Aaah... honey!." She yelped loudly. The slap on the ass stung but at the same time her pussy released more moisture and tingled.

Valentin rubbed her reddening smooth ass cheek and then delivered a hard smack on her other ass cheek. "Aaah... Jesus... baby." She sighed and groaned.

"You like getting your ass spanked?... don't you?... a naughty, cheating wife like you needs to be punished." Valentin growled at her lustily and then proceeded to deliver several more hard smacks on her pert, round ass. She yelped, groaned as her husband spanked her. She felt completely humiliated but the crotch of her panties was completely drenched.

Wanting to sink his aching cock in his wife's slick hole, Valentin hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and tugged them down to her ankles. Greta shyly lifted her feet one by one as Valentin bent down and slipped the panties over her feet still wearing the stylish pumps.

Valentin smelled his wife's arousal as he took off her panties. He sniffed her panties, taking in her aroma. He stepped back as he lustily stared at his bent over wife. Slowly he took off his pants and underwear admiring his wife's pert round ass, her long shapely legs and her glistening pussy lips peeking between her thighs. His prim, proper wife bent over so lewdly.

He moved forward and rubbed his cockhead on her pussy lips. Greta instinctively shuffled her feet apart to provide better access to her husband. He kept rubbing his thick cockhead on her wet pussy lips, smearing her pussy juices over his cockhead

Greta whimpered in anticipation. "Yes... yes... baby."

"You want it bad don't you?... tell me what you want." He huskily demanded as he continued to rub his cock on her pussy lips.

"Don't tease me honey... give it to me." There was desperation in her voice and she reached back grabbing the hard cock. She tried to put it inside her.

Valentin was shocked by his wife's wanton action. He had never seen her to be so lustful.

"Just tell me what you want... tell me and you can have it." He demanded.

Desperate to be filled by a cock, she felt completely humiliated as she capitulated and said, "Baby I need your cock... give it to me... fuck me." She never used the F word. Valentin was shocked.

Gently Valentin slipped his cockhead between her pussy lips and Greta immediately pushed back her ass trying to get more in. Her action inflamed his arousal and he savagely thrust inside her sopping wet pussy. Bottoming out in one stroke.

"Umphhhh... aaah." She gasped and arched her back even more.

Valentin reared back and again bottomed out in one stroke. Then he started to pound his wife hard. "This is what you want, don't you?... to be fucked... not to be gentle or loving... you just want to be taken hard, just used." He snarled at her as he pounded her fuck hole.

Greta was breathing hard through her open mouth and moaning loudly. "Aaahh... yes... yes... give it to me." She whined.

Soon she had an intense orgasm and her body spasmed. She got on her toes and pushed her ass back into her husband's pelvis while tightly holding on to the side of the table. "I am cumming... cumming... aaahhh... eeeeiiiiii... yessss."

Valentin kept fucking her through her orgasm but slowed down his pace. A little bit later he again had his wife in the throes of another orgasm and he also ejaculated, coating the inside of wife's pussy with his hot, gooey cum. He draped himself over his bent wife and gently kissed her shoulders and neck.

She was breathing hard still feeling mini-orgasms while the big one subsided. "You okay honey?" Valentin whispered into her ear.

She just nodded still enjoying and basking in the afterglow of the intense orgasm.

As Valentin's erection went down he slowly straightened up withdrawing his shrinking cock. Cum leaked out of Greta's gaping open pussy. Some of it smeared her inner thighs and some dribbled down onto the floor.

"What are you doing to me?... you just driving me crazy." Greta slowly straightened up and turning around shyly smiled. She bashfully pulled down her skirt as her face turned crimson.

"You got it all wrong... it is you who is driving me crazy." Valentin ginned.

Picking up her discarded jacket and panties, Greta went upstairs to clean up and change. She changed into a short drawstring shorts and a tank top after cleaning up. Valentin was cooking and had already poured a glass of wine for her.

"So what you making?" She asked.

"Shrimp scampi... my special recipe." He chuckled as he ran his eyes over her long, creamy, slender legs. The shorts very pretty small and ended just below her butt.

"Stop staring at me that way... I am not food." She giggled.

"It is difficult not to stare at your hot body." She was not wearing a bra and her nipples poked through the thin tank top. Her small breasts were pretty firm and did not really need the support of a bra.

"You are truly becoming insatiable... so how is that big project of yours coming along?" She asked.

"Made a little bit progress today but then I kind of lost focus... couldn't concentrate."

"Why did you lose focus?" She asked with curiosity.

"It is all your fault... your thoughts kept creeping into my mind."

"Hey... don't you dare blame me."

They laughed and bantered while Valentin cooked supper. After supper, both of them were watching TV in the living room.

"So... so... you are you not going to let Scott take you out for dinner?" He asked casually.

"No honey... that is really not going to happen." She said firmly. "once I go out with him it will be just not being playful and flirty... he will want more. I cannot lead him on that way, we work together."

"Yes I understand... you are right." Valentin agreed reluctantly.

As they were talking, they heard the garage side door open and knew that Greg was back from work.

Greg walked into the living room and Greta said, "Hi honey... how was work?"

"Sucked... same like any other day over there... we get some shitty customers." He responded with disdain. "I am so tired."

"Oh... just a temporary job for you... good place to gain experience about how to deal with different kinds of people." Greta soothingly said.

"I know mom... you have explained that." He said with a tinge of annoyance. "Dad did you cook something?... I am hungry."

"Yeah... there is supper on the kitchen counter." Valentin told him.

"I will go and warm it for you... you go clean up and change." Greta said removing her husband's arm from around her.

**********

It was Saturday afternoon and Valentin was watching a college football game and Greta was puttering around the house, doing some chores. Greg was at work.

The doorbell rang. When Valentin opened the door he was surprised to see Nick. It had been more than a week since he had last caught him with his wife's panties.

"Hey Nick... Greg is not home, he is working today." Valentin said to him.

"Hello Mr. Plummer... Oh yes I know... I actually came to see Mrs. Plummer." Nick said with hesitation.

Now Valentin was kind of taken aback by Nick's statement but did not say anything. "Sure... come on in... have a seat, I will get Greta." He led him to the living room.

"Honey... who is it?" Greta asked him.

"Your young admirer Nick... he has come by to see you." He said with a cheeky smile.

"Stop kidding me and tell me why he is here?" Greta did not believe her husband.

"No really. He is here to see you but I did not ask why." He explained as he ran his eyes over his wife. She was wearing short shorts that she typically wore around the house and a short sleeved top. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, showing her long slender neck. "You look sexy... Nick will like how you look."

Greta rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Shut up Valentin... get your mind out of the gutter."

"Hi Mrs. Plummer." Nick stood up as he saw Greta and ran his eyes over her slender body, long legs, small but firm breasts.

Her pulse quickened seeing his eyes roam over her body. "Hello Nick... you came by to see me?... have a seat."

"Yes... I just wanted to talk to you about something... I mean I just need a favor." He nervously looked at Greta and then at Valentin.

"Okay... how can I help?" She asked unsurely.

"The thing is... the prom is coming up and I can't dance... I mean I do not know how to do the formal dance... and I was wondering if you could teach me?" He asked gingerly. After a lot of thinking, Nick had come up with this scheme to be able to spend some time with the hot MILF and maybe seduce her.

"I don't know Nick... I do not believe I am the right person to teach dance to anyone... I am just an okay, average dancer." Greta said with a nervous laugh.

"Oh..come on what are you saying honey?... you are an excellent dancer." Valentin interjected. Greta turned and gave him a dirty look.

"Please Mrs. Plummer... I will forever indebted to you, I don't know anyone else who can teach me and I don't want to ask any of my friends, they will make fun of me." Nick pleaded.

"Honey I think you should help him out." Again Valentin encouraged her.

She turned to him and gave him the death stare. "Okay fine... I will teach you." She gave in.

"Thank you Mrs. Plummer." He said happily. "One more thing can you please not say anything to Greg about it?... I know he will make fun of me and tell all the others too... please." He requested.

Knowing that how mean teenagers can be, Greta agreed. "I understand... I won't say anything to him."

"Can I have your mobile number?... just to get in touch, setup time to meet." Nick asked suddenly. "I would not want to call your landline just in case Greg picks it up." He explained.

"Yeah that makes sense." Valentin responded and gave him the number before Greta could say no. She scowled at Valentin as he gave him the number.

Nick quickly saved the number in his cell phone and called Greta. Hearing her phone ring Greta stood up. "It is me Mrs. Plummer, just making sure I got the number right. Now you have my number too." He smiled at her and then stood up.

"Thank you so much... I will call and set up time at your convenience." Nick said sweetly. Then he suddenly gave her a quick hug surprising her.

Once he had left, Greta confronted her husband. "Valentin... what the hell?... what are you trying to do?" She asked with annoyance.

"Nothing babe... just trying to help an awkward teenager."

"Then you should teach him how to dance." She shot back at him. "I know exactly what you are trying to do... Valentin I should not be leading him on, teasing him." She said with exasperation. "What happened with him a week ago was not right."

"I know... I know... it was... just a little exciting seeing how he is around you... you are helping him but also making things exciting a bit." Valentin said to her.

"I don't know about this... I don't want to give that boy any wrong ideas." She said apprehensively.

"So where should I teach him how to dance?" She asked with a resigned tone and then she added, "And get your mind out of the gutter, I am just going to help him... nothing more... he is too young, a friend of our son."

"Yes I understand." He responded sheepishly. "I think the basement will be good... enough space to practice dancing."

As Nick left the house of his friend Greg, he was feeling very happy with how things had gone. He was still uncertain about why Valentin had pushed his wife to agree even though he had seen Nick play with her panties.

**********

A couple days later, Valentin was in the bedroom when he heard his wife's phone chime. He picked up her phone and saw that it was a text from Nick.

Nick's Text - "So tomorrow evening is good then?"

Curious to see what other texts his wife has exchanged with Nick, Valentin started going through the texts. Nick had texted earlier in the day thanking her again for agreeing to teach him to dance. They had exchanged some innocent texts but one particular exchange caught his eye.

In that particular exchange Nick inquired "I know for actual Dance, I gotta wear nice clothes but when I come over for learning dance I can still wear shorts and stuff?"

Greta had responded. "Yeah that is good, don't expect me to wear nice clothes either." with a smiley at the end.

"You don't need to, you always look nice no matter what you wear." Nick's response. The young man was flattering her.

"Thanks" She simply had responded.

"When is Greg going to be at work?"

"Tomorrow evening."

After that last response from Greta, now Nick had texted. Valentin decided to take the phone to her.

"Nick just texted." Saying that he handed the phone to her.

"Oh..thanks." She said taking the phone from him and quickly texted back.

"So tomorrow is the first class for him?"

"Yep... hopefully he is quick learner... and mostly young kids are." She said with optimism. "I really feel bad for him... this is such an awkward age, so much pressure on them." She said sympathetically in her mom voice.

"Most likely he is... you won't need to spend a whole lot of time with him teaching how to dance." Valentin told her. He was looking forward to Greta dancing with Nick.

Despite his wife's decision not to indulge in his naughty desires, he felt confident that Nick would hit on his wife.

"So how was work?... anything interesting?" Valentin asked casually.

She laughed and said, "Honey I know what you want to really ask... stop being so coy."

"Well... did you run into Scott today?" He asked.

"I know he is back from his trip... but I did not see him today... I guess he was busy." She smiled playfully. "You know I am okay that you want me to be a bit naughty, playful with other men... but with a young man like Nick it makes me uncomfortable." She said to him.

"I know." Valentin gave her an understanding smile. "So any other new admirer at work?"

"You know baby... I have noticed some other guys checking me out but you know at work... typically guys do not hit on woman at work, too much concern about sexual harassment." She stated. "But a guy like Scott... very brash, aggressive, a bad boy with reputation... he wants me bad." She said teasingly.

Hearing her teasing voice, Valentin kissed her lustily and pulled the drawstring of her pajama, loosening them. "Honey where is Greg." She asked.

"He is in his room... studying don't worry about him." Saying that he pushed her pajama down. "Damn you look good in a thong... this is so hot." Greta kicked away her pajama and took off her top. She was now only in her thong and bra.

"I knew you would like it." Greta said biting her lower lip. Valentin took off his shorts and underwear freeing his raging hard on.

Putting her arms around Valentin's neck, she pulled his face down. They sloppily kissed each other, exchanging saliva, sucking on each other's tongues and lips. Getting kissed sloppily was very arousing to Greta and her pussy got more wet. Completely lost in her carnal desires, Greta closed her eyes, hungrily kept kissing her husband.

After kissing for almost five minutes Valentin pushed his wife down onto her knees. "Suck my cock baby... I want to feel your lips around it... you like sucking cock don't you? Enjoy hard man meat stuffed inside your mouth? Getting your pretty face fucked?" He growled at her.

Hearing her husband's crude words, inflamed Greta's arousal. Overcoming her prim and proper nature, she said, "Oh... yes... I like it... like the feel of your hard cock in my mouth baby... enjoy sucking your balls, drive you crazy." She responded wantonly.

Greta wrapped her lips around her husband's hard, throbbing cock making Valentin groan with lust. He moaned when she held his cock up and bend down to take his hairy balls into her mouth. Drenching his nutsack with her saliva. Seeing such this beautiful woman being so wanton was very erotic.

"Damn baby... you really know how to service a man's cock... you just driving me crazy... you are such a good cocksucker." Valentin lustily said to his wife.

Hearing the crude and debasing words, Greta's intellect was completely disgusted. But her carnal desires were in complete control of her mind and her husband's debasing words inflamed her desire even more.

Greta started sucking her husband's cock even more lustily. Valentin suddenly grabbed her head and barked at her. "Remove your hands... I am going to face fuck you." He proceeded to roughly shove his cock into her mouth making her gag and choke.

Valentin used her mouth like a fuck hole. He roughly face fucked his beautiful wife making her choke and gag on his cock again and again. Out of mind with lust he rammed his cock down his wife's throat again and again. She was spitting and gagging but it was obvious she was not distressed by the rough treatment. In fact she was touching herself between her legs.

Suddenly Valentin groaned loudly as he started ejaculating inside his wife's mouth. Without any hesitation, Greta swallowed her husband's hot cum. She was beginning to enjoy the taste of cum.

Valentin helped Greta stand up. She shyly looked up at her husband and said. "I have never seen you get so lusty." She grabbed her husband's cock, he was semi-hard. "You are still not done with me. Are you?" She asked bashfully.

"Not yet baby... I need to fuck that sweet pussy of yours... I know how badly you want to get fucked. " He kissed her hungrily saying that, tasting his cock and cum on her mouth. "Bend over the bed now... I need to fuck you." He snarled at her.

She submissively bent over and Valentin tugged the thong down her long legs. He could smell her arousal. Lustily he cupped her smooth ass cheeks and kneaded them. Seeing his wife's glistening pussy lips peek between her thighs, below her ass crack made his hard cock twitch. He smacked his wife's one ass cheek making her yelp. The ass cheek quickly turned red. Even though the slap stung but her pussy tingled, releasing more moisture.

Greta arched her back and pushed her ass back gently biting her lower lip. Seeing his wife's action, Valentin rapidly delivered several slaps on both of her ass cheeks.

Greta groaned, yelped as her husband spanked her. "Aahhh baby... oh god... Valentin please baby!"

Valentin stroked his semi hard cock coaxing it back into complete hardness while spanking his prim, proper wife with his other hand. He stepped forward and rubbed his thick cockhead on her pussy lips.

Greta whimpered in anticipation and lewdly gyrated her hips as if trying to get his cock inside her. Seeing her move her hips like that, Valentin smacked her ass cheeks again. Her wantonness inflamed his arousal even more.

"Aaah... Valentin... baby... ooh." She moaned.

"You want my cock bad... don't you?" He snarled at her rubbing his cockhead on her pussy lips.

She whimpered. "Yes baby... I need it."

"Beg for it... beg to be fucked like a wanton hussy." He spat out.

She looked back at him through her lust filled eyes. "Give it to me please... fuck me baby... please fuck me."

Valentin savagely thrust into her, bottoming out, his pelvis smacked onto her ass. She gasped and moaned loudly.

"Oh... Oh... yes baby... give it to me." She moaned as Valentin started fucking her hard. Slamming into her pussy again and again. The whole bedroom was filled with slapping noise of flesh hitting flesh and the squelching noise emanating from Greta's sopping wet pussy.

Sweat dripped from Valentin's face as he furiously fucked his wife. Greta's body was also covered with a sheen of perspiration. Twice she orgasmed as her husband kept fucking her through her orgasms. Finally after almost ten minutes of intense fucking, Valentin came inside his wife's pussy. He groaned loudly. Valentin looked at his wife whose body was still slightly spasming and she was still panting. He slowly withdrew his shrinking cock from his wife's pussy.

He gently caressed her back and enquired. "You okay baby."

"Yes... I am fine." She said in a soft voice, her face buried in her arms. "Oh my god baby... it was just so intense... I am still getting mini orgasms... it is like the aftershocks after a major earthquake." She said breathlessly, trying to compose herself.

"I guess I did good then." Valentin grinned.

"Oh... you had me completely out of mind." She said demurely and slowly straightened up. "I need to take a quick shower... then we will go to bed."

**********

Next morning, Greta was in the kitchen making coffee, when Greg walked in. "Good morning mom." Greg said.

Turning around she smiled and said, "Good Morning... did you sleep well?" She asked as she poured milk into the bowl of cereal. She had noticed him checking her out but just ignored it.

"Yeah mom."

"So how is Karen doing?... Have not seen her in awhile." Greta asked about his girlfriend as she handed him the bowl of cereal.

"She is good... just busy with work and studies." He responded.

They made small talk while eating breakfast. As both of them were finishing up breakfast, Valentin came down too. Greg talked with his dad for a bit and then left for school.

"You okay honey?... I think I may have gotten a bit carried away last night... did I hurt you?" Warred asked cautiously as soon as Greg left. He was trying to gauge how she was feeling about what happened last night.

She smiled coyly. "It stung a little... but it was kind of a good hurt." She responded bashfully while rubbing her ass playfully.

He took her into his arms and kissed her. Valentin felt very relieved that his wife did not seem to have any regrets. Embracing her lovingly, he said, "You are looking very lovely... Scott won't be able to keep his eyes off you."

"Only if he sees me... I don't know if I will run into him today." She smiled. "Okay I gotta go now... you focus on work today and keep your thoughts away from naughty things."

Once Greta got to work she became very busy and all thoughts about Scott were forgotten. Around noon Scott popped into her office. "Hey beautiful... want to go out for lunch?"

"Hey to you also... where have you been?" She looked up from her desk smiling.

"Just been busy... some customers simply don't see a good thing even when it is right in front of their face." He said while smiling, then added. "Even with all the work... all I could think of was your pretty face."

"Stop kissing my ass... I am a bit busy today... how about some other day." She said truthfully.

"Come on... let's go... let me take out for lunch, you gotta eat too so that you can work... please." He said. "I don't even know when I will get the opportunity to go out for lunch again." He made a puppy face.

Greta giggled and then said, "Okay fine... give me like fifteen minutes... let me finish something then I will meet you at the front door."

After finishing what she was working on, Greta called her husband. "What you doing honey?... have you had lunch yet?"

"Busy working... no lunch yet... I am freaking stuck on a problem." He said absentmindedly while staring at his computer screen.

"All right... just called you to let you know I am going out for lunch."

"Okay that sounds good." Then he paused. "Why did you call to tell me that you are going out for lunch?... are you going out with Scott?" It suddenly dawned on him and he felt his pulse rate increase.

She chuckled and said, "Yep... just thought you would like to know... I hope you can concentrate on work now."

"You are turning into such a tease... enjoy, be my naughty wife." Valentin was delighted.

Scott was waiting by the front entrance of the office building. He led her towards his SUV and held the door open as she stepped inside.

"So which restaurant you are taking me too." Greta asked.

"It is a very nice restaurant... I like it very much and also we are meeting a friend of mine... Dave, over there." He casually informed. "He called to see if we can meet up for lunch as I was getting out of your office... you don't mind, do you?"

"No that is okay." She was kind of disappointed thinking that it will curtail Scott's flirtiness and she won't have any tale to excite her husband.

"You know you are looking very sexy... your ass nicely fills out your pants, very hot." Scott grinned at her.

"That is a very inappropriate thing to say to your co-worker." She said with feigned sternness.

"Being a little bit inappropriate makes life very interesting... but you really are looking very hot."

They continued the flirtatious banter as Scott drove towards the restaurant.

As they reached the parking of the restaurant, Greta groaned with dismay, "So this is the nice restaurant." She said sarcastically. It was one of those breastaurant restaurants which have female waiting staff wearing very skimpy clothes.

Scott just grinned at her as he parked his SUV. They met up with Dave at the front of the restaurant. Dave is in his late fifties just like Scott but that where the similarities ended. He has a balding head and overweight with a beer belly.

"Dave this is Greta, she works with me and Greta this my good friend Dave... he is a vice president of sales at his firm."

"Nice meeting you Greta... you are very pretty." Said Dave as he blatantly ran his eyes over her body.

"Did you have a good look?" Greta asked with annoyance. She did not like this man. He seemed very cheesy.

"Just couldn't help it... you are good looking woman." Dave said smugly.

"Okay let's go in... I am hungry." Scott said chuckling.

As they were led to a table, Greta looked around and saw that the customers were mostly middle aged men. The waitresses were pretty young wearing small short shorts and skimpy tops showing a lot of cleavage.

"I love this place man... good food, better waitresses" Dave said as they sat down.

"How can you guys patronize a place like this... this is so degrading to women." Greta said with disdain. "This place objectifies women as a sexual object."

"Come on... you cannot be so naive." Scott responded. "No one is forcing these girls to work here... in fact I think the girls like the sexy outfits they wear, enjoy showing off their hot, tight bodies... titillate their customers, get some nice tips and feel good about themselves, enjoy the attention... it is a win win for the girls."

"Really?... wearing skimpy outfits at work? being ogled by middle aged men? girls enjoy that?" Greta challenged him.

Dave interjected, "Okay hold on Greta... at the risk of offending you let me ask you something." Dave paused. "So these dress pants you are wearing or this nice top you are wearing... they are very form fitting... nicely showing off your hot, svelte body, tight ass... and I bet you feel good when you look at yourself in the mirror and when men check you out... it is just aesthetically more pleasing... a beautiful body needs to be shown off and woman like to be sexually objectified even though some might never accept it."

"He got you there Greta." Scott smirked.

Greta really did not have any response to Dave's logic and felt a relief when the young waitress came back to take their order. The young waitress acted very flirty with Scott and Dave. Seeing her body language and the twinkle in her eyes, Greta knew that the young girl was enjoying the attention.

After the waitress left, the three of them made small talk. Both the men indulged in sexual banter, liberally using sexual innuendos while waiting for the waitress to bring their entrees.

"So Greta how long have you been married?" Dave asked and chomped into the burger he had ordered.

"Nineteen years... are you married?" She asked Dave.

"Used to be... been divorced for five years... and I have two boys, one is a high school senior and the other is a college junior." He said. "So you have just one son who is in high school?"

"It seems someone has been talking about me... I wonder why." She looked at Scott who just smiled back.

"If I had a pretty co-worker like Scott I would be talking about her too." Dave interjected.

"That is so true. You are so hot, I cannot stop talking about you to my friends." Scott chuckled.

"Stop kissing my ass Scott... I will let you pay for my lunch." She was enjoying the attention of the two men.

"I would gladly kiss that hot ass of yours and pay for lunch." Dave gave her a lecherous smile.

"Hmmm... I never thought of it that way... you may be right, who knows." Greta responded.

"So it seems you got married quite young." Scott remarked. "Did you get a chance to play the field at all."

"I did some." She was quite surprised by Scott's question.

"How many guys you have been with?" Scott inquired.

"Hey!... you shouldn't be asking me that, even my husband never asked me that." She said in feigned indignation. "Anyways a lady does not sleep and tell... just like you two chivalrous men who don't brag about their conquests." She rolled her eyes.

"You are absolutely right... we are very discreet." Dave said with a serious tone then started laughing.

"Don't make me guess now... I will start guessing really high." Scott said.

"No... I shouldn't be telling you... I cannot believe it that you are even asking me, this is very personal." In reality she would have told Scott if Dave had not been there.

"Oh come on don't make excuses now... you making a big deal about it, you are with friends, I bet you have talked about his with your girlfriends... we are your guy friends." Dave pressed her.

"You are not my friend... I barely know you." She said to Dave. She was still irked by him even though she knew that Dave had made a valid point.

"Okay, how about you we tell you how many women we have been with you first... and then you tell us." Scott suggested.

"Okay... tell me, better not inflate your numbers... and don't count it in if you paid for it." She said to him playfully.

"Well... I have been with like twenty six women." Scott said with grin.

"And I have been with twenty." Dave said with a smirk.

Greta's eyes open wide in shock. She knew they were not lying. "Oh my god... you guys are complete womanizers... compared to you two, my number is nothing... just two guys beside my husband." She blurted out.

"That is so unfair Greta... only five... I think we should both help you increase the number." Scott earnestly said. All three of them burst out laughing.

"Very generous offer I have to say... but thank you, my husband is all that I need... and you two should quit trying to seduce other women and focus on your wives." Responded Greta.

"Nah... I like variety... keeps things interesting, I know you will like it too." Scott winked at her. "We both are very experienced."

"I will take the dull any day boys... let us go now, I have a meeting to attend." Greta pointed at her watch.

As they were about to go their separate ways, Dave said, "It was great meeting you... stay in touch and we need to meet again soon... I like having beautiful friends like you." He said and completely caught her off guard by giving her a hug. Dave ran his hands up and down her back and cupped her ass.

"What the hell?... keep your hands to yourself asshole!" She pushed him away angrily. Greta was livid with anger.

"Hey baby... don't be that way, it was nothing." Dave said nonchalantly.

"Don't fucking baby me... you are such an obnoxious jerk." She retorted angrily. "Scott I will meet you by your SUV... I cannot believe that you are friends with this jerk." She stormed off.

"Fuck what a bitch... she thinks she is too good for me." Dave seemed offended.

"Why did you have to do that Dave... you are such a moron... she is a goody two shoes, I have been working on her for a while and she is coming around... now I gotta fix your mess." Scott said with exasperation.

"I am sorry man... that bitch has such a fine ass, I just had to feel it... you have to fix this, I want to fuck this bitch." He now was regretting his actions because it will make things difficult for Scott.

"That's okay. I will take care of it and I understand she does have a fine ass and you gotta feel it before I did." Scott laughed. "Okay I will talk to you later.

Greta was standing by the SUV still seething anger. "I cannot believe it that you are friends with an asshole like that Scott."

"I apologize for him, he is not a bad guy... ever since his divorce he has been a bit different. You know, it was a very huge emotional thing for him. But that is no reason for him to act that way, he was a complete jerk. I am sorry again." Scott easily lied in a sincere voice.

"I bet his wife divorced him because he such a complete jerk." She was not pacified but felt bad that Scott was apologizing for him. "You don't have to apologize for him... not your fault, I think everyone has a friend like that who is a complete asshole."

"You are right... but I have to say, though he has good taste, that is one delectable ass you have." Scott said turning on the charm.

"You are just impossible." She responded with a smile.

Scott opened the door for her and held it open. As she put one foot inside the SUV to get in, Scott put a hand on her taut ass and caressed it.

Looking back, she asked with a tone of annoyance. "Scott what do you think you are doing?" But she made no effort to remove his offending hand. This is what she had explained to her husband would happen if she flirted.

"I have to... I feel so jealous that I have been eyeing this gorgeous ass for so long and that jerk actually got to have a feel of it before I did." He said with all the sincerity he could muster. "You have such an amazing body." He said as he squeezed her ass. "No panty lines... must be wearing a thong?"

"Okay that is enough cheap thrills for you." She removed his hand and climbed inside the SUV. Her heart was beating erratically and goosebumps had formed on her arms.

Scott smiled as he sat down in the SUV. "So what color is your thong?" He asked.

"Stop acting like an adolescent... let's go." Her voice was a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

"Just tell me... what color is your thong... describe it to me." He asked again.

"No Scott... I shouldn't." She said with hesitation.

"Let me see your panties then." Scott pressured her.

"No Scott... no... no... I shouldn't." She whined. Scott noticed that her breathing had changed. He reached for the hook on the front of her dress pants.

Greta grabbed his wrists. "Don't... please don't." She groaned breathing hard.

He just smugly smiled at her as he forcefully unhooked her pant and lowered her zipper. "Stop Scott... someone may see us." She blurted out.

"Don't worry... the windows of my SUV are pretty well tinted no one will see."

"Just look Scott... no touching." She said softly and let go of his wrists.

He just nodded and pushed open the front of her pants. She was wearing a lavender thong with lace waistband. But this was not enough, he wanted to see more.

"Lift up your ass... I need to see your panties properly." He said to her huskily.

"No... Scott... I cannot." She said apprehensively. She was very afraid of the excitement that she was feeling.

"I won't touch... just want to see you properly. Lift up your ass." She reluctantly did and he tugged down her pants to her upper thighs.

"God damn... you are so sexy." He hungrily stared at her smooth, creamy upper thighs and the crotch of her panties. She was feeling her pussy get wet.

"Get on the seat on your knees." Scott demanded touching the front of his pants.

"No Scott... I can't." She reached to pull up her pants.

"Come on just once... please." Grabbing her wrists, he begged making a puppy face.

"No touching." She said. Biting her lower lip gently, Greta did as Scott asked. She was feeling very naughty. Her desire to be more adventurous for her husband overcame her reserved nature.

Seeing her delectable round ass with the back of the thong disappearing between her ass cheeks, he groaned with lust. Unable to stop he touched her ass and squeezed the ass cheeks.

Greta took a sharp intake of breath and an involuntary shiver went through her body. She immediately removed his hand and sat down while pulling up her pants.

"You were not going to touch." She stated evenly.

"Just could not hold myself back... you looked so irresistible." Scott said as he started the SUV. "You know you are an amazing woman... so beautiful, sensuous, charming, intelligent ... I am so glad I know you, there are very few women like you." He was really sweet talking with her.

"Shut up now... you are embarrassing me. I am late for my meeting Scott... let's go." She was in complete disbelief what she had allowed. What she had done. But she still felt the excitement and her pussy was tingling.

Once they reach their office building, Scott asked, "So when can I take you out for dinner?"

"I don't know Scott... it does not seem like a good idea." She said unsurely.

"Hey it is just friends going out for dinner... enjoying each other's company."

"I don't think what happened in the SUV happens between friends." She said warily with a shy smile.

"Sometimes it does... friends can let their hair down with each other have some fun." He smiled charmingly.

"I will again be travelling next week ... when I get back let us go out... think of some good excuse for your hubby, what he doesn't know won't bother him." He winked conspiratorially at her.

She awkwardly smiled at him and without saying anything walked away.

**********

Entering her office, Greta shut her door. Still in disbelief that she had acted in such a way with another man. She sat down quietly without moving for five minutes just thinking about her actions. There was no doubt how much it had excited her.

She thought about calling her husband but decided not to. Quite a bit of work was waiting for her and she needed to focus on work. Forcing herself to push out all jumbled up thoughts out of her mind, she got back to work.

Valentin kept waiting for her phone call. When she did not call, he assumed that she chickened out and did not go for lunch with Scott. He thought that it would take Greta a little bit of time to open up, embrace the change he was trying to bring about.

Later when Greta got home, she headed straight for her husband's home office. As she entered his office, Valentin swiveled to face her. She had a naughty smile on her face. Seeing her smile that way, he immediately knew that something had happened today.

"How was lunch?" He asked.

Moving forward she straddled him in the chair. Holding his face in her hands, she lovingly kissed her. "I was very bad today honey... I don't know what came over me... promise me that you won't get mad at me."

All kinds of through swirled in his mind hearing her. "What did you do?" He enquired.

"First promise me... that you won't be upset with me." She insisted.

"I promise... now tell me."

Greta took a deep breath and told him what had transpired. Hearing how his wife had let Scott pull down her pants and gotten up on the seat to show her ass, Valentin was filled with intense consternation, jealousy plus overwhelming arousal and lust.

"You hussy... naughty hussy... you teasing hussy." He said lustily and kissed her. He leaned back, pulling her closer. She felt his hard cock against her crotch.

Biting her lower lip gently she said, "It seems you are not mad that your wife was showing herself off to another man."

"I am mad and jealous but more than anything else I am very aroused that my wife was so naughty." He responded.

"I don't know what you have done to me Valentin Plummer... I am turning into some wench, I still cannot believe that I did that with Scott." She felt very uneasy about it.

He kissed her hard again and said, "I like this new you baby. You are so hot... show me how you showed him your ass."

Shyly she got off her husband's lap and Valentin also stood up. His erection tented the front of his pants. She unhooked her pants and lowered them to the middle of her thighs. Then she got on the chair on her knees sticking her ass out.

Valentin groaned. "Damn baby!... this is how you showed your ass to your co-worker... a married woman showing off her barely covered ass to a coworker... very naughty, very bad." He said lustily as he rubbed her ass cheeks.

She looked back gently biting her lower lip and wiggled her ass. "You need to be punished." He smacked both the ass cheeks one by one.

"Aaah... oooh... Valentin honey." She yelped, whined. Valentin delivered a few more hard smacks and then pulling aside the crotch of her panties, he shoved his cock into her sopping wet pussy.

She immediately started cumming as her pussy was filled up. Tightly gripping the back rest of the chair she moaned and her body spasmed. Valentin kept pounding into her through her orgasm. He was too turned on and did not last long. Soon he ejaculated inside her with a loud groan and Greta again orgasmed with her husband.

After her orgasm subsided, she stood up demurely and wiped her pussy. As she was pulling up her pants, Greta's phone beeped. It was Nick's text and he was enquiring what time he should come by.

"Oh shit... I completely forgot about Nick coming over today." Greta said with dismay.

"Tell him to be here in one hour... that gives you plenty of time to change and have something to eat." Valentin suggested.

"Yeah... that sounds good." She texted him back. "What should I wear I wonder." She said thoughtfully.

"A nice dress with heels would be appropriate for formal dancing." Valentin said casually. "The girl he is taking to the dance will be wearing something formal... considering it is his first formal dance, it should give him a feel for it."

"Yeah... you are right." She said. Before going heading upstairs to change, she had something to eat.

"So this looks okay." She asked her husband. Valentin appreciatively looked at his wife. She had changed into a casual, knee length, printed dress with short heeled pumps. Greta looked very elegant and classy.

"You look very nice." He stood up and moved towards her. The front of his pants were tented, Greta noticed.

"You are still hard." She cupped his hardness.

"Yeah... apparently you being a naughty wife positively affects my libido." He grinned. "I want you again." She put her arms around his neck and they kissed lovingly.

"Nick will be here soon." She said as he pushed her down onto her knees and opened his pants. His hard cock popped out. She reached to take his cock into her hands but Valentin stopped her.

"Don't... no hands... I am going to feed this to you." He said lustily. His hard cock had a crusty white coating which was a mix of her pussy juices and his cum.

Valentin nudged her lips with the tip of cock and Greta opened her mouth to receive the dirty cock. He slowly moved his cock in and out of his mouth a few times. Then he put his hands behind her head and thrust his cock roughly into her mouth, down her throat. Seeing her gag and splutter, Valentin let up and withdrew his cock. Then again he shoved his cock down her throat. He roughly face fucked his beautiful wife for a minute.

After that he helped her stand up, Greta said while panting, "I can tell Nick to come some other day baby." Her face was flushed and she was visibly turned on.

"No... it is okay... after he leaves, we can finish this." As he responded, he pulled up her dress. She was wearing pale blue bikini panties and the front of it had a wet spot.

He cupped her pussy and then pulled the gusset of her panties aside. Rubbed her pussy lips making her moan. "I like it when you wear sexier panties at home... change into a pair of skimpier panties before Nick gets here." Saying that he tugged her panties back in place.

They locked eyes for a moment and then despite her misgivings, Greta went to change her panties. While she was up in the bedroom, the doorbell rang.

Valentin opened the door to let Nick in. "Hello Mr. Plummer how are ya?... you know I really appreciate you helping me out."

"No problem... I am glad we can help... believe it or not one time I was your age too and I still remember my first formal dance." Both of them laughed.

"You know... I again want to apologize about that thing in the laundry room." Nick brought up that incident on purpose. He had a feeling that something was going on and had a theory about it. But he was not entirely sure. He wanted to test something.

"Forget about it Nick... water under the bridge." Valentin reassured him.

"Your wife is just so fine... you know... kind of difficult not to check her out." Nick grinned "So what you said the other day you really mean it?" Valentin raised his eyebrows questioningly. "About you not getting mad about other guys checking out Mrs. Plummer."

"Oh yeah... absolutely."

"What about if some dude flirts with her... you know comes onto her... I was thinking that must happen too... does that bother your?"

Valentin understood that Nick was fishing. "No... it does not bother me and plus it depends upon Greta also, most of the time she is okay with some harmless flirting... it gets her all frisky for me." Valentin winked. "Sometimes I have noticed a couple of my friends have gotten a little bit grabby... touchy feely with her, all playful and fun... it did not bother her, so I was okay too." Valentin knowingly threw him a bone.

"You are real cool dude Mr. Plummer... you know now I don't have to worry about you catching me while I am admiring Mrs. Plummer." He said playfully.

"Hello Nick... you ready to learn some dance." Greta had come down and looked radiant.

"Hi Mrs. Plummer... you are looking very pretty." Nick immediately complimented her.

"Oh... thank you Nick." She quickly responded. "Let's go to the basement... it is spacious enough to dance." Then she looked towards Valentin and asked, "Honey you want to come down and watch?"

"No that is okay... you two go ahead... it being Nick's first lesson... I don't want to make him self-conscious by having an audience." Valentin chuckled. "Next time."

"Yeah... very true." Nick agreed gladly.

"Alright... let's go Nick... I don't have the whole day." Greta said with somewhat impatiently. She wanted to get done with this favor of teaching this teenage boy as quickly as possible.

Greta had picked out some slow songs and turned on the music. Then she led Nick to the open space between the couches and the pool table. The contrast between them was glaring. She a 39-year-old, well-educated, married, white woman. Wearing an elegant dress, looking very sophisticated and sexy. Whereas the 18-year-old black boy was wearing low hanging shorts showing his FTL boxers.

"Nick take my hand in your hand... and then put the other hand at my waist." He looked very awkward as he followed her instructions. She put her other hand on his shoulder.

She showed him how to move with his dance partner. Nick was very stiff and clumsy. Couple of times he even managed to step on Greta's toes.

"Nick you have to pay attention and move with the music... you cannot keep stepping on your partner's toes, otherwise you won't have a partner to dance with." She admonished.

"I am sorry Mrs. Plummer... won't happen again." He apologized sheepishly. Even though he was pretty good about moving with the music. But he kind of felt completely out of place doing the formal dance.

"Okay... just relax... don't think too much, feel the music like you normally would do." She explained to him, feeling a little bad for his awkwardness.

Hearing her reassuring words helped him feel relaxed. Soon he started better with the music and let her lead him on the floor.

To Nick it seemed only a few minutes had passed but it was close to an hour. "It is enough for today Nick... you have made quite a bit of progress... we will pick up where we are letting off day after tomorrow, Thursday evening, Greg is working that evening." Greta said to him.

"Thank You Mrs. Plummer... I really appreciate this." Said Nick beaming.

After they came up, Valentin asked, "So Nick... how was your first lesson?"

"Pretty good Mr. Plummer... I am getting the hang of it... Thanks to Mrs. Plummer I think I just may not make a fool of myself during the formal dance." He sounded really thankful.

"Good for you!" Valentin said.

"I gotta go now... see you guys in a couple of days." Saying that Nick left.

"I think it went pretty well... maybe a couple more sessions and he should be ready for the formal dance... he is naturally good at dancing." She seemed pleased.

"Now come here my naughty wife... I still cannot believe it how bad you were today." Valentin pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

She felt his hardness on her abdomen. Putting her arms around his neck, she lustily kissed her husband back. Sucked on his tongue, exchanged saliva.

"So you like your wife being naughty?... showing another man her panties?" She asked playfully.

"Yes... I like it when you are being bad." He cupped her ass over her dress and kneaded it. Then he raised her dress up to grab her half naked ass. She had changed into small cheekini panties.

"Did Nick try anything today?"

"Again?... Valentin I am not going to lead on that boy... not play games with him... against my better judgement, I am already messing, flirting with Scott." She said with exasperation.

"I know... it just was a little exciting thinking of you being in his arms... you are just so sexy." He said placatingly and kissed her again.

Then he took his wife to the bedroom and made love to her before Greg came home. After Greg came home from work, they hung around watched a little bit of TV.

**********

For the next couple of days Greta did not see Scott. Later in the day once she got home, Greta changed into a nice sundress before Nick arrived.

"You look very nice honey... very pretty." Valentin commented.

"Are you saying this just because you love me?" She asked playfully.

"That too... but you truly are looking pretty." He took her into his arms. "Nick will like it."

She rolled her eyes with annoyance and said, "Why do you keep saying such things?... I already told you sweetheart, I am not going to play your games with him... Scott is enough."

"I know honey... it is just a bit erotic thinking about a black teenage boy lusting after an older, married white woman... so taboo." He said huskily and kissed her.

"So now instead of him having a crush on me... Nick is lusting after me... your thoughts are getting dirtier every day." She said with a tinge of excitement in her voice.

"Yeah... you are driving me crazy." He grinned. "What kind of panties my wife is wearing?"

"Why don't you look yourself." Saying that she turned around and bent over the living room couch. Arching her back, she stuck out her ass.

"I just love it when you do this." He said lustily and then pulled up her dress above her hips. "Damn baby... fuck... your ass looks so hot in this tanga panties... so this is what you wore for that punk, black kid." Saying that he smacked her ass a couple of times.

Greta yelped, "Aaah... No baby... I wore it for you... for you honey." She protested.

"I know... I know baby... it is just so hot thinking about you wearing it for him." He said lustily.

Greta straightened up and faced him. Taking his face lovingly in her hands, she said, "You need to get these depraved thoughts out of your mind... as you said yourself that this is just too taboo... very wrong."

"It is just naughty thoughts baby... nothing more." He reassured her.

"Are you going to come down with us to watch?" She asked.

He said playfully. "No... I like that he is spending time alone with you." Valentin really wanted them to spend time alone, get comfortable around each other. Thinking that next time he was going to watch them dance. She just rolled her eyes without saying anything. The doorbell rang and Greta let Nick in.

"Hello Mrs. Plummer... Hi Mr. Plummer." Nick greeted them.

Then Greta led him downstairs. She was feeling a little bit naughty after her conversation with Valentin. During the first session, when they danced, Greta had not tried to correct Nick as they danced at an arm's length. It was okay but they did not look very graceful.

Feeling a bit bold today, she decided to throw caution to the wind. After they had practiced a little bit, she stopped. "Nick you know you and your partner will look very stiff... ungraceful if you keep so much distance... you need to hold your partner closer and move together as one."

That is what Nick had wanted to do but was afraid of doing it just incase he offended her. He wanted to play it subtle and was very thankful that it had worked out this way.

"Oh okay... I did not think of that." Nick said innocently but his eyes twinkled with excitement.

Nick moved in closer and his hand on her waist moved to her back. Then he took her hand in his and moved it between their bodies. He could feel the swell of her breast on the back of his hand.

"Okay that is good and then one more thing the man is supposed to lead the lady... so yesterday I was leading you... but you know enough now that you should be able to lead me. I have to say you were very quick with learning the formal dance." She said.

"It is because I have such a wonderful teacher." Nick beamed at her.

They started moving to the music with Nick this time leading Greta on the dance floor. It was kind of awkward first trying to smoothly move while pressed against each other. Nick again stepped on her toes a couple of times. But soon he was comfortable with moving with her across the floor.

But as they danced staying pressed to each other, Nick's developed an erection unexpectedly. He pulled back instinctively, concerned that she may panic. Greta looked up at him and he gave her a sheepish smile.

"Sorry about that Mrs. Plummer... it just happened." He sounded completely embarrassed.

When he tried to pull back, Greta stopped him and took a deep breath before she said. "Don't... it happens to a lot of men when they dance like this... just relax... you will get used to holding me and it will subside." She said reassuringly. Then she smiled playfully while saying, "It is kind of a compliment to a woman... so if it happens with your actual dance partner, she would be pleased."

When Greta felt his hard manhood against her body, it excited her. Even though she tried her hardest to just ignore it. His cock felt pretty big, the biggest she had ever felt.

Nick felt really good and pulled her close again but did not really press into her body. His whole intent was to make her feel comfortable with him. They danced quite a bit and she started feeling truly comfortable dancing holding her close. After a little while his erection did go down.

"So you like that I am complimenting you?" He asked with a toothy grin.

"Nick don't even go there... focus on your steps." She said a little bit sternly since she was very afraid of losing control. And he did not push his luck either.

She taught him a couple different dance moves that involved dipping and spinning your partner.

Again the hour passed quickly but to Nick it seemed only a few minutes. "Okay I think you are all set Nick your date is going to be very impressed... let's go up"

"So did you two have some fun?" Valentin asked when they came up.

"Yeah it was fun... it is nice teaching someone to dance properly." She responded. "I think Nick is good now... he is quick study where dance is concerned, he is ready for the limelight on the dance floor... does not need any more dancing lessons." She smiled at Nick.

Nick was completely stunned by Greta's statement. He felt as if the floor had fallen from underneath him. Expecting that he was going to have additional dance sessions with her, he had planned to make his move on her next time. He had been so patient.

Valentin was equally surprised. "What do you mean? This is it?... he does not need any practice?" Valentin was kind of taken aback that Greta was done with teaching dance to Nick.

"Yeah he is pretty good at it... you should have seen today... he was leading me... I showed him how to do the dips and spin his partner... he handled it pretty well." Greta explained.

"No... I think he will need a bit more practice." Valentin suggested. "Nick do you think you are ready for the dance? or do you think you still need a bit more practice?"

"I don't know... Mrs. Plummer thinks I am ready." He said sounding very unsure. "But I would not mind a little bit of extra practice." Nick was again thankful of Valentin's help.

"See I told... he does not seem very confident... maybe one more practice session." Valentin insisted.

Greta turned to face her husband and scowled at him. "Okay fine... Greg works on Saturday... so Nick come back on Saturday afternoon for a practice session, then you are on your own." She said then paused. "Hold that thought... I have my appointment for hair and nails that day let me see what time it is." She quickly checked and returned.

"It is in the morning so I should be free by noon... so come around 2 pm." She said thoughtfully. "Greg won't be back till eight... he was telling me that he is covering for someone on Saturday."

"Thank you Mrs. Plummer... I really appreciate it." Nick sounded very grateful.

After Nick left, she turned towards her husband. "Valentin!... you are turning into a complete jerk... you had no right to put me in that position." She was very displeased.

"I know... I am sorry... I just wanted to watch you two dance... I didn't think it would be over so quickly." He said contritely. "Next time you two will have an audience." Saying that he made a puppy face.

"Oh god Valentin... he got a hard on today... it was very awkward for me to deal with and embarrassing for that kid." She sounded very exasperated.

"So you don't want me to be there on Saturday?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No... that is not what I am saying." She said with annoyance. "I just did not want to deal with him and his crush or his lust as your said."

"Sorry again... it is just one more hour and you are done with him honey." He assured her. "So why did he get a hard on today? Did you rub against him?"

"It even happens to you... or did you forget?" She said with testiness and sounding clearly annoyed.

"I decided to show him how to hold his partner close while dancing and voila he had an erection, I guess that is what you wanted." She stormed off saying that. Valentin decided to not go after her and give her some space. He just stayed away from her hoping that she would calm down. Valentin went up to the bedroom. Lying on his bed all he could think was of his wife with Nick.

Couple of hours later she came in quietly into the bedroom and shut the door behind her and laid down on the bed with her back to her husband.

"Are you still mad at me baby?... you took a long time coming up." Valentin suddenly asked.

"You are still awake?" She was surprised.

"I missed you." Saying that he spooned her. "I did not want to upset you... you know... just want to watch you dance with Nick once, I have not had the opportunity." She felt his rock hard cock.

"I understand Valentin... that the naughtiness of your wife being flirty, playful, being sexual with other men is turning you on and I kind of like being naughty for you, driving you crazy with lust... enjoying being a little improper." She said honestly. "But Nick is just too young for me to be flirting with... leading him on."

"Okay I understand... just this once... no more." He said softly as he pushed his hardness on to her ass.

"What has gotten you so worked up?... " She asked.

"You baby... it is all you." He lustily responded and inserted his hand inside her shorts and panties.

**********

Next morning Greta was standing at the kitchen sink lost in her thoughts. Thinking about Scott, Nick and her husband's fascination with her becoming a teasing, naughty wife. So much had changed so quickly. Her life was filled with excitement and stimulation. She was enjoying the sex, the sexual excitement, the passion. Enjoying the feeling of being pursued by other men and knowing that her husband is okay with it.

"Good Morning honey." Valentin said to Greta breaking her out of her reverie and startling her.

"Good morning... you are up already." She said warily. "I think I am late."

"So are you going out for lunch with anyone today?" He asked.

Greta turned to face him with a smile on her face. "I don't know Valentin... it seems Scott is busy... I have not heard from him since that day." She explained.

"By the way did I ever tell you that Scott is in his late fifties, almost twenty years older than me... I can't even imagine what he must be thinking about me flirting with him." She was feeling quite guilty.

"Just that you are into older, distinguished gentlemen and they are lucky to know you... and for me it makes your messing around with him even more naughty." He said huskily.

"You are so kinky, so it turns you even more that Scott is so much older than I am?" She asked.

Taking her into his arms he responded, "Oh yes... it does, don't tell me it does not excite you flirting with an older man... or knowing that young boys also lust after you."

Greta did not say anything just kissed him lovingly. "I am running late... see you in the evening." Saying that she left for work.

**********

Saturday Greta left for her hair and nail appointment in the morning. Being Saturday Greg slept in, waking up late. He was leaving for work just before noon when he heard his father's voice. "Greg stop... I need to talk to you."

"Yes dad?" Greg stopped and he turned to face him.

"So you are about to graduate soon... feeling excited?" Valentin asked.

"Yeah dad... it is pretty cool." He responded. "Really looking forward to going to California for two months after I graduate... save some money before starting college in the Fall." Greg had been accepted into a top tier university that was about four hours drive from home.

"Yep that has to be very exciting for you." Valentin said. "I was wondering if you want to throw a graduation party or not?"

"I don't know dad... have not thought about it." Greg was not very keen on throwing a graduation party.

"Okay... let me know if want to." He said. "How is Karen doing by the way... have not seen her around?'

"Yeah she has been busy with work and school too... I gotta go dad otherwise I will be late for work." Greg said impatiently.

"Hey I was wondering if that friend of yours... Nick... is he going to college or not?" Valentin asked curiously.

"Yes... he is going to some out of state college... got a sports scholarship." Greg was surprised that his dad asked about Nick. "Why you asking?"

"Oh nothing... I just thought with his tough family life and all... he being the first high school graduate in his family, if he is going to go to college or not." Valentin said casually.

"I am just surprised that he is going to an out of state college, he is okay with studies and his dad's janitorial business is doing pretty well so he even offered to pay for college... but I am guessing he wants to see things, be away from home."

After Greg left, a little bit later Greta returned. "How does it look Valentin?" She asked her husband showing her hair and french manicured nails and toenails.

"Looks really nice honey... the salon did a good job." Valentin responded enthusiastically. "I will go and run a nice hot bath with bubbles... you can just soak in and relax."

"Awww!... someone is being really nice to me... what is going on? What have you done now?" She asked with mock sternness.

"Just want to show my appreciation... you have been so good to me and then I got you all upset the other night... I felt really bad." Valentin said contritely.

"It was not due to you Valentin... I was just feeling a little bit overwhelmed with everything that has been happening, all the naughtiness... your dirty desires." She smiled at him lovingly.

"But you do like being naughty?... enjoy being a tease?" He was just trying to remind her how exciting things can be.

She bit her lower lip and shyly said, "Yeah I already told you honey... it is exciting, I kind of like the attention... like what it is doing to us... I really like doing it for you... for us." She paused. "But just want to keep a control over it, don't want to do too much even though we both may like it but still... it won't be good... it scares me." She added thoughtfully.

"You think about things too much honey... just have fun." He said lovingly.

"Well at least one of us has to be the mature, pragmatic one since the other's mind is completely bathing in gutter." She said playfully.

"Okay agreed... let me draw up the bath for you... Nick will be here soon." Valentin reminded and led her up to their bathroom.

"You must be looking really forward to watching your wife dance with that eighteen year old boy?" She said trying to push her husband's button.

"Yeah I am... want to see you in his arms, see the look of desire in his eyes for you." Valentin said as he filled up the bathtub and put the soap in it.

"Okay that is fine... But Valentin... you cannot try to extend his sessions anymore... after today I don't want to be dealing with him... no more setting me up with him... I don't want him coming here to meet up with me." She said firmly.

"Okay I won't... but today I want you to dance with him like you would with me... let him hold you close, rub your body on him, give him a hard on." Valentin said with lust as he pulled off her top. They were standing in front of the full size mirror in the master bathroom.

"I shouldn't honey... don't ask me to do that." Her voice was filled with trepidation. Valentin liked that Greta did not straight up refuse to do it.

"Please baby... you are just teaching him how to dance intimately with his girl, the way it should be done." He said to her as he got down on his knees and tugged down her yoga pants with her panties. She raised her feet one by one as Valentin pulled of the yoga pants and panties."You have already danced with him while letting him hold you close... just let him hold you closer, rub your body a bit on him.

She did not respond. Valentin stood up and hugged his wife from behind. They looked into each other's eyes in the full size mirror. "God baby!... you have such a perfect body... so smooth, so creamy." Valentin said proudly as he ran his hands up and down the front of her body. He squeezed her small, firm b-cup breasts, moved his hands down over her flat stomach and then traced little circles over her abdomen making her sigh.

She kept looking in the mirror as her husband's hand moved over her body while gently biting her lower lip. Her body trembled a bit as his hand moved lower over her pussy mound. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her.

Naturally Greta had very little bodily hair. Most of it was at her armpits and her pussy mound. But even there it was kind of very little growth and she always kept it shaved. When Valentin touched her pussy mound, he felt a slight stubble of pubic hair.

"Shave it all off honey... I want you to be completely smooth baby." He whispered in her ear and she simply nodded. "You know seeing your hair done, your nails, toe nails nicely manicured it almost feels like you prettied yourself for Nick." He whispered huskily.

"Honey don't say that!" Greta said with dismay.

"Thinking about you prettying yourself up... dressing up for another man is very arousing and hot for me." He said lustily. Completely ignoring her protest.

"So you have discovered another kinkiness of your dirty mind that you want me to indulge in?" Greta asked softly.

"Yes... I want you to primp yourself up for Nick... will you do that?" He asked. "It is your last dance with him honey... please do it... i want you to look really hot for him... just once."

"Okay just this once." She agreed, wanting to make her husband happy."You are really pushing some boundaries here."

"Thank you... I am going to make up to you once he leaves... you will be glad that you did it." He said happily.

"I am going to hold you to your word mister." She said to him in feigned seriousness.

"You are going to cum so many times today... that you will go out of mind." He said to her. "I am going to choose something really nice for you to wear... you go soak now, relax. I will also bring you a glass of wine."

As Valentin turned to leave, she grabbed his hand, "Honey... don't push it... choose something decent for me to wear." She said softly. "And please leave me alone for a bit... I need to calm myself down, mentally prepare so that I do not panic."

"Sure honey... I will and I will pick something really sexy and elegant." He kissed her and then left.

As she soaked herself in the warm bubbly water, Greta felt very uneasy that she had agreed to her indulge her husband's kinky desires. But she liked making him happy and turning him on.

Valentin soon came back with the wine glass and again kissed her before leaving her alone. He was feeling very excited thinking about watching his wife dance with Nick. Seeing his wife in the arms of the black teenager holding her.

He chose the mint colored, v-neck, fit and flare cocktail dress which he had bought last year for her to wear for their anniversary dinner. The dress ended four inches above her knees. The bodice of the dress was fitted and the dress flared at the hips.

For underwear he picked a sheer black bra and black lace thong. Finally he chose a strappy, open-toed heels for footwear.

After choosing her clothes, he went downstairs tried to watch TV, surf the net to keep his mind occupied. But he was feeling very antsy. So he went back up to check on his wife after twenty minutes.

"How you doing Greta? You feeling okay?" He asked.

"Valentin!... honey!... I am kind of here freaking out thinking about dancing with that boy, letting him hold me intimately while you watch us." She said with exasperation. "I need to relax... get myself mentally prepared... can you please leave me alone for a bit? I need to really calm myself down... seeing you so restless does not help me."

"Sorry about that." He said sheepishly. "I will leave you alone."

"Before you leave me alone, please get me one more glass of wine?... I really need it today."

"Right away." Valentin quickly got her another glass of wine.

He went down and watched TV. Flipping from one channel to another, looking at his watch while waiting for his wife to get out from the bathroom.

After about forty minutes Greta called him up. Entering the bedroom, he saw his wife standing naked in front of the clothes he had left on the bed for her.

"So this is what you want me to wear?" She turned and asked him.

"Yes... why? you don't like it?" Valentin asked.

"No... I like this dress... you bought this for me for our anniversary... kind of sexy." She said nervously. "You sure you want me to wear this?"

"Yep... I want you to look hot and sexy." He grinned at her. "Do you want me to help you get ready for Nick?" He asked hoarsely.

She could see it was turning on her husband and she played along. "Okay... help me get ready, look pretty for Nick." She felt a thrill go through her body as she said that. "Get my body lotion and rub it on my body." She smiled naughtily at him.

Valentin lovingly applied the body lotion, taking his time to get every part of her body. When he applied the lotion on her pussy mound, he did not feel the stubble any more. It felt very smooth, just the way he liked it.

He got down on his knees applying the lotion on her legs. Greta enjoyed this personal attention by her husband. In fact she was finding it to be exciting and her pussy tingled.

"I don't think I missed anywhere." Valentin chuckled nervously.

"No you did an excellent job, it felt really good... maybe I should make you put body lotion on me everyday." She sounded quite nervous.

"Maybe you should dress for other men everyday." He quipped.

She did not respond to her husband's comment and put on the thong Valentin had selected with Valentin helping her with the bra, hooking it. When she put on the dress and smilingly said to her husband, "Zip up my dress baby."

"You know I am actually enjoying you helping me dress up." Greta remarked. "Okay you picked everything but no jewellery... do you want me to wear any earrings? bracelets?" She asked with a bit of excitement.

"Oh... I did not even think of that... yes some earrings but no bracelets." He said as he ran his eyes over her. "But an anklet would be nice... will attract his attention to your long, sexy legs."

"Okay pick what earrings you want me to wear and I have a couple of anklets." She said rolling her eyes playfully.

Valentin quickly chose a pair of dangling diamond earrings and a heart charm anklet.

"Put the anklet on while I put the earrings." She said to him. Once he was done,she said to him, "Now put the heels on my feet."

Valentin got down on his knees and help her slip her feet into the heels. After doing that he kissed her smooth legs. He was incredibly aroused helping his wife dress up for Nick. He stood up and took her into his arms and kissed her hard. "Someone is really turned on?" She said playfully.

"Yeah I like this baby... it is hot getting you primped up for another man." He said lustily. "I can't wait to ravish you once Nick leaves."

"We can just cancel the whole thing and go straight to you ravishing me baby." She suggested. Hoping that he would agree and put an end to this madness. The whole thing was making her very nervous.

"I know... but I just want to watch you with him dancing... tease him a bit... tease me a little bit, get me all hot and bothered... you will like it." Valentin said. "You know what it does it me and how you reap the benefit."

"Yeah I know." She felt a bit disappointment and a sinking feeling her stomach. "Do you want to help me with my makeup?" She asked.

"No... I think I will be of no help with that... you are on your own for that baby."

"Okay go down and wait for me."

**********

Valentin went downstairs to wait for his wife to come down. It was almost two pm and Nick could come at any minute. Now Valentin was also beginning to feel a little bit uneasy thinking about his sexily attired wife being in the arms of the teenage black boy.

Almost twenty minutes had passed while Valentin waited for his wife to come down. He was again feeling antsy. Then the doorbell rang and he felt a pit form in the bottom of his stomach. Now that the time had come for what he imagined to become true, he was more apprehensive than ever. Watching his wife dance intimately with this punk, black kid now seemed a bad idea. But despite his misgivings, he did not want to stop.

He opened the door to let Nick in. "Hi Mr. Plummer... how are you?" Nick asked grinning.

"Hey Nick... I am pretty good... how are you?" Valentin could not help but notice what Nick was wearing. Sagging basketball shorts with his dark colored FTL boxers showing and wearing a wife beater shirt.

Valentin thought with dismay that this is the guy that he made his wife dress up for? His beautiful, elegant looking, sexy wife will be dancing with this punk black kid. Her svelte blonde wife will be in the arms of this stocky black kid with a flabby gut.

"Just chilling Mr. Plummer... glad I can practice some more formal dancing." Nick seemed very cheerful.

"Yeah that should help you." Valentin said.

"So you would watch us today Mr. Plummer?" Nick asked.

"Oh yeah... this is like your final test and I will decide whether you passed or not." Valentin laughed uncomfortably.

"That is cool Mr. Plummer."

As they stood making small talk, they heard Greta's footsteps coming down the stairs. When Nick saw Greta, his eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open. "Wow Mrs. Plummer... you are looking really beautiful." He said with awe.

Nick was unable to tear his eyes away from her as he kept staring at her and running his eyes over her body. Valentin also stared at her with pride.

Seeing both of them stare at her with such intensity, Greta blushed. "Come on both of you stop staring at me... you are embarrassing me."

"My bad Mrs. Plummer... you just look so pretty, kinda difficult not to look at ya." Nick was still in awe.

"It is Valentin's idea... he thought it would be a good idea to give you a bit of experience of the formal dance... your date would be wearing a pretty dress and look even more prettier than I do... I am old, I cannot compete with the young girls." She said plainly.

"Oh no Mrs. Plummer... you are very beautiful, no one even compares to you." Nick said sincerely.

Greta just smiled at him and then said, "I am a bit disappointed Nick with you, this being your last session with me... I thought you would dress a bit more sharp."

"My bad Mrs. Plummer... I did not think... I can go home, change into something nicer and be back." Nick offered.

"Yeah... I think that would be good... I dressed up, you should too." Greta said thoughtfully. She was feeling nervous and just was trying to delay. Valentin saw through it right away.

Valentin interjected. "Come on Greta... it is fine, don't make the poor boy go home now... he is already here."

"Okay fine... get ready for your final session Nick... I just need something to drink." She needed a little bit more wine to prop up her courage. She went to the kitchen leaving the two men by the basement door.

Nick stared at Greta as she walked away. Her ass noticeably undulating under the dress and her heels making sexy clacking noise on the wood floor.

"Damn Mr. Plummer... she looks so fine... you sure have one fine woman." Nick was still in awe. "Her legs looks so good in those heels... if she was my girl I would never let anyone near her, not even let anyone dance with her. " He turned to look at Valentin locking eyes with him. "But I think you like that." He said boldly.

Valentin just stared at Nick and did not say anything. His heart rate went up and he was filled with angst. He thought the boy knows, now it is unsafe, things can happen. Transgressions can happen which can never be undone. He was feeling so conflicted.

As they stared at each other awkwardly, Greta came back with a glass of wine. "Oh good, you are still here Valentin... I need to talk to you." She said. " Nick why don't you go on down wait for us... we will be there in a bit." Nick just nodded and went down the stairs.

"Valentin... honey... this is one final time I am asking... do you really want me to go through this? want to watch him hold me close... our bodies rubbing?" She asked nervously. "I am feeling very uneasy."

Even though he was feeling very uneasy also but his desire to watch his wife dancing with Nick was just too strong. "Yes... I want you to go through it." He said huskily.

"Alright Valentin if this is what you want... but remember you can never blame me if you start regretting this... or have a bad case of buyer's remorse." She told him softly. The feelings that were going through her body was a mixture of fear and excitement.

Valentin did not say anything but took her hand in his hand and led her downstairs.

Nick was waiting patiently for the loving couple to come down. He watched as Valentin led his wife towards him. Then Valentin stepped back and watched as Nick took Greta's one hand in his hand and put his other hand on her waist.

Greta looked up to Nick and smiled nervously.

"Okay honey turn on the music... let us know if Nick is ready for the formal dance." She said to her husband nervously.

Valentin's heart skipped a beat as he put in the CD of slow songs into the stereo..

As soon as the music started, Nick pulled Greta close to him while grinning. She smiled at him and pressed her body onto his. They moved gracefully together in rhythm. Smoothly Nick led her around the floor. Valentin marvelled how well they were moving as one.

To Valentin now the contrast between them was even more glaring. This elegantly attired, porcelain skinned, beautiful woman in the arms of this eighteen-year-old black kid who was wearing sagging shorts and a wife beater shirt.

Greta soon felt Nick's hardness on her abdomen. She glanced at her husband and awkwardly smiled. Valentin looked completely mesmerized watching them dance.

When the song ended, they separated and Greta went to her husband. "So how was it?" She asked playfully.

"Very nice... you two danced very well together... Nick your date will be impressed, you got some nice moves."

"Thanks Mr. Plummer... Mrs. Plummer has been a really awesome teacher, I credit her." He responded slyly.

"Yeah I agree... she is one heck of a teacher Greta" Valentin responded.

"Oh thank you my kind sir... but how about a dance with you?" She reached for his hand. Another song had already started.

Greta put her arms around Valentin's neck and started swaying to the music. "Come on baby dance."

Valentin put his arms around her waist and glanced at Nick. Immediately he noticed that the teenage boy was intensely watching Greta and there was a bulge at the front of his shorts. He pulled his wife closer rubbing his body on her. Smiling she looked up and Valentin immediately lowered his face to kiss her. He gently, lovingly kissed her.

"I thought you were going to dance with him like you do with me... just like this." He whispered.

Her eyes opened wide and she shook her head in alarm. "Not like this baby... not like this." She protested.

As they continued swaying to the music she felt her husband's hardness pressing into her abdomen. Then Valentin shocked her by moving his hands lower on her back to the upper swell of her ass. "Don't!... behave yourself, he is watching." She whispered fiercely and tried to remove her husband's hands.

Valentin just grinned at her and cupped her ass cheeks. Squeezing them gratuitously. Then he looked at Nick over her shoulder. "You are up Nick... show me the other moves you have learned... dipping, turning." Saying that he separated from Greta. Her face was crimson with embarrassment and her heart beat erratically. She simply stared at her husband with a stunned look.

Immediately Nick moved forward and wrapped his arms around Greta's waist from behind. Gently he pulled her away from her husband. As her rear pressed into Nick's crotch, she felt his hardness on the upper swell of her ass. A tingle went up her spine and her sharp intake of breath was heard loudly in the confines of the basement.

Nick then turned her around to face him. Both of them started moving to the music, their bodies touching and moving against each other. The hem of her dress swirled around her creamy thighs showing more of her creamy skin. Nick held their clasped hands to her hips as they moved in rhythm to the music. He twirled her holding her right hand in his left. Her dress billowed out exposing the entire length of her smooth, creamy, long legs. Flashing the bottom of her ass cheeks and her crotch.

A thrill went through her body knowing how much she was being exposed. Nick hungrily stared at her legs as he glimpsed the bottom of her ass cheeks and panty covered crotch. He pulled her back and she ended up with her back against him. Now facing her husband their eyes locked. Her face was flushed.

Nick's nose was nestled in her soft, silky blonde hair above her ear with his arms wrapped around her waist. His hands were just below her breasts touching them. Feeling the heat of his breath, she gently bit her lower lip. Her husband kept staring at her and then adjusted the bulge in the front of his pants.

Looking over Greta's shoulder, Nick noticed Valentin's action and pushed his crotch into Greta's posterior. She gasped softly which made Valentin look at Nick. The black teen just grinned at him. The air was thick with sexual tension.

Nick twirled Greta two more times. But his time he was more bold and fondled both of her breasts one by one. When he dipped her the final time, he positioned his thigh between her thighs. Her crotch pressed tightly against his thigh.

Her pussy pulsed and she could feel her panties get damp. When Nick brought her back up again. But he kept his upper thigh pressed into her crotch. Her dress stayed bunched up around her upper thighs, showing off her creamy thighs. She was very wet and very turned on.

With her face flushed and her breathing ragged, she looked up at Nick, "Okay Nick... you are all good now... this is enough dance for me today."

"You are so hot Mrs. Plummer." Nick's voice was filled with desire. He then surprised Greta by suddenly lowering his face to kiss her. She quickly stepped back but his black lips brushed her pink lips.

Her heart beating erratically she turned to face her husband. Valentin's face was a mask of lust. She stepped up to her husband and said with ragged breath. "Let's stop this madness honey before we do something that we regret."

In response her husband just lowered his face capturing her lips with his. Despite her reluctance she opened her lips for her husband. Kissed him back lustily. She was just too turned on. Her body had a mind of its own which wanted to be kissed, touched, caressed, ravished.

Lost in passion the husband and wife wantonly kissed each other. Open mouth, sucking on each other's tongue, exchanging saliva. As she kissed her husband, Greta felt hands on her hips and lips on her neck. Her pussy throbbed at the wantonness of her being sandwiched between two lusty men. One of them just a teenager, almost half her age. A black boy.

She stopped kissing her husband and removed her arms from around her husband's neck. When she tried to reach back to stop Nick, her husband grabbed her hands.

Valentin just shook his head holding her hands. Feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement, Greta said. "This is so wrong Valentin... we need to stop." Her voice trembled.

Nick kissed her neck, her shoulders, her cheeks, sucked on her earlobe. "You are so sexy... so beautiful Mrs. Plummer." He said hoarsely.

"Oh my god!... this is so wrong... this should not be happening." She groaned while panting hard. Nick had pulled up her dress above her ass. Her legs trembled.

With one hand he held up the dress and with the other he kneaded her luscious, creamy ass cheeks. "You got such a fine booty... this is one hot white ass." Nick was mesmerized with her pert round ass. "Hot panties... looks so good on you."

Valentin stepped back from his wife wanting to give space to the young black boy. The action was immediately noticed by Nick he enveloped Greta in his muscular arms. He pulled her tight against himself. Pressing his flabby belly onto her back and his hard cock on the upper swell of her ass. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them over her dress. Making Greta moan.

Valentin watched in awe his beautiful and elegant wife in the arms of this stocky black teenage boy. His cock twitching while leaking precum.

Nick turned Greta's face sideways and tried to kiss her. But she thwarted him by turning her face away. He forcefully turned her around to face him. Holding her face in hands he planted his big, thick black lips on her soft pink lips. Valentin's heart skipped a beat seeing the teenager manhandle his wife.

Greta tried to keep her lips closed but Nick was just too forceful. She slightly opened her lips and his tongue snaked inside her mouth. She capitulated and opened her mouth for him. His thick tongue probed every nook and crevice of her mouth. His tongue sought out her tongue, doing a sensual dance with hers. Lost in the heat of the moment Greta started sucking on his thick tongue. Her hands moved over Nick's back, down to his ass. She grabbed his ass while continuing to wantonly kiss him.

Valentin was filled with jealousy and arousal watching his loving wife lustily kiss the black teenager. It had turned into a sloppy, wet kiss. The kind he and his wife shared when they are extremely aroused. Mouth open, sucking on lips and tongue, exchanging saliva, licking each other's tongue.

Again Nick had her dress pulled up and was kneading her naked, creamy ass cheeks, pulling apart her ass cheeks. Valentin's cock leaked copious amounts of precum watching his svelte, beautiful, blonde wife in the arms of the heavyset, charcoal black teenager. Kissing each other lustily. Such a taboo sight.

Both of them kissed for almost five minutes before Nick stopped. She turned her head and nervously looked at her husband, breathing hard. They just stared at each other awkwardly not knowing how to react. What to express, everything was so confusing. Only the carnal, lusty desires were crystal clear. The whole thing was so surreal.

Nick grabbed her hand and tried to pull her towards the couch. She resisted and he tugged more forcefully. She looked at her husband hoping he would say something. But when he just stared back without any reaction, she reluctantly let Nick drag her to the couch.

Putting his hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her upper body down. "Bend over... I want to properly see that fine white booty." Nick demanded.

She lowered her upper body bending over the armrest of the couch. Instinctively keeping her legs straight. "Damn... this is one fine white booty." Nick said lustily as he pulled up her dress and gratuitously squeezed her ass cheeks. "Such tight ass... white girl got some fine ass on her." Nick bent down and kissed the creamy smooth ass cheeks. Then he patted her inner thighs demandingly.

Even though feeling completely ashamed, Greta moved her feet apart. Closing her eyes she buried her face in the cushion as she opened her legs for the eighteen year old black kid.

Nick cupped her pussy mound over the panties and was astonished to feel how damp the gusset is. "Damn... fuck Mr. Plummer your wife is so wet... so wet, the front of her panties are soaking wet... fuck this white pussy is creaming so nicely."

Greta gasped and she felt the heat rising to her face as she heard the crude words. As soon as Nick hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong, Greta whimpered. She reached back and grabbed Nick's wrist. "Valentin honey... come to me baby... come here to me." She called out.

Quickly Valentin went to her. "Yes baby?"

"Is this what you really want?... this can never be undone... I will be breaking my wedding vows." She said to her husband while breathing hard. Still fighting her arousal.

"Yes... I want this." He said hoarsely as he felt a pit in the bottom of his stomach. His wife was going to be fucked by another guy, an eighteen year old kid. The thought of which filled him with angst but also lust. He sat down on the couch in front of his bent over wife.

Greta removed her hand from Nick's wrist. Immediately Nick pulled down the thong down her long legs and now he could smell her arousal. Valentin lovingly kissed his wife as she lifted her feet one by one so that Nick could take off her panties.

Completely mesmerized, Nick kneeled down behind Greta. He gently gently caressed her ass cheeks and then kissed up her thighs, kissed her ass cheeks. As he continued planting kisses on her ass cheeks, suddenly he nipped on her butt cheeks making Greta gasp. Nick pulled apart her ass cheeks and licked her butt crack.

"Unhh... don't... stop." She whimpered and at the same time pushed her ass back onto his face. He continued to lick her butt crack and ran a finger between her sopping wet, swollen pussy lips.

Greta gasped loudly and spread her legs even more. "Unnnnhhhh... Unnnnhhhhh... what are you doing to me?"

In response Nick rubbed her tumescent clitoris and bent lower to lick her pussy. Greta moaned loudly and moved her feet further apart. Her pussy released more fuck juices. She lewdly moved her hips.

Seeing her action Nick impatiently stood up. He wanted to fuck her now. "I'm gonna fill up this tight white pussy... this hot MILF pussy... I have wanted your wife's pussy for a long time Mr. Plummer." His voice was filled with desire. He pulled out his hard, big black cock, slowly jacking it.

"Take it Nick... take my wife's pussy." Valentin responded lustily.

"Oh honey... this is so bad... we are being so bad." Greta whined.

When Nick rubbed his cockhead on her pussy lips, she reached back. Wanting to feel his cock in her hand, she grabbed his hard cock. Feeling the thick girth of Nick's cock shocked her. She looked back, "Oh god... this is so thick, too big... I cannot take it." She nervously said. Never before she had seen such a big, thick cock. A monstrous black cock.

She had thought his cock was pretty big when she had felt it through clothes. But now that she was actually holding the black cock, she was stunned by the size of it. It was simply huge.

"Suck it Greta... make it nice and wet." Valentin blurted out. She whipped around her head to look at her husband. A strange look on her face.

Hearing Valentin's words, Nick felt very pleased. He had thought the blonde MILF would not agree to suck his cock. Seizing the moment he said, "Yeah suck it... it will make it easier." He quickly made her turn around and pushed onto her knees on the rug in front of the couch where her husband was sitting. She reluctantly kneeled and glanced sideways at her husband.

Nick pushed down his shorts and underwear to his knees. Greta's eyes opened wide in astonishment as she got a closer look. The charcoal black cock was thicker and longer than her husband's with fat veins running all over it. The smooth foreskin was tightly stretched over the big, thick, mushroom cockhead. Precum was leaking out of it. His hairy black balls hung low like a breeding bull. The black balls were big like oversized walnuts. This was the thickest cock with the biggest cockhead she had ever seen in her life.

Greta smelled the musky odor emanating from the monstrous black cock. But instead of being put off by it, her arousal was inflamed. She was intoxicated by the musky odor of the black boy's genitals. As if in trance Greta took his hard, charcoal black cock in her left hand. Slowly she jacked the monstrous cock, skinning the cockhead. The thick foreskin collected right below the glans. Smearing the precum over the thick onyx black cockhead. She liked how the thick, heavy cock felt in her hand.

Valentin's cock throbbed, his heart beat erratically seeing his wife's slender creamy fingers with perfectly manicured nails wrapped around the charcoal black hard veiny shaft. Her fingers unable to completely wrap around the thick girth. The diamond engagement ring and wedding band on top of the black shaft.

The black teenager put his hand behind her head and pulled her face towards his cock. "Take it in your mouth Mrs. Plummer... taste it." He whispered in a hoarse voice..

She resisted a bit and then stuck out her tongue, licking the glistening onyx black cockhead. Tasting the precum on his cockhead which made her pussy release more fuck juices.

"Fuck this is a dream cum true... you licking my cock... now take my dick into your pretty mouth." Saying that Nick pulled her towards her cock more forcefully. Greta opened her mouth wide and took the big, thick, mushroom cockhead into her mouth.

"Oh damn... that's it... that's it... take it all." Nick said excitedly and roughly shoved more of his cock into the pretty blonde's mouth. Greta choked and gagged on the thick black cock. Sputtering and spitting she pulled back with just the tip of the flaring, big cockhead between her lips.

Greta looked up at Nick. The black teenager was looking down at her with lust filled eyes. He thrust his cock into her mouth again but gently this time. "That's it Mrs. Plummer... your lips feel good around my black dick... play with my balls."

He slowly sawed his cock in and out of her mouth, gently fucking her mouth while she caressed his hairy black balls with one hand. Valentin just watched with intense lust, rubbing his hard cock over his shorts as his beautiful wife serviced the black teenager's cock with her mouth.

"Lick the shaft top to bottom... get it all wet... spit on it... yes keep licking it girl." He instructed the beautiful, blonde, older woman. She did as he asked her to do. "Good girl... you doing so good... spit some more on it... you are doing such a good job on my black dick girl." He said patronizingly, encouraging her. Greta kept licking the charcoal black, thick shaft. Her tongue feeling the thick veins on the hard cock. Licked the corona of the glans and the ridged band of foreskin.

Valentin could not believe it how the punk, eighteen-year-old teenager was calling his wife a 'Girl.' Praising a woman who is almost twice his age on servicing his cock.

"Now go down lower... lick my big, black balls girl... suck on my nutsack." He said to her lustily. She looked up with hesitation in her eyes. In response Nick just put his hand on her head and forcefully pushed her face down into his hairy nutsack.

Even though she was feeling completely ashamed and disgusted by herself, she started licking the big, sweaty, hairy nutsack. Sucked on the wrinkled, hairy, big testicles one by one. At the same time she kept stroking his hard throbbing cock with her left hand.

"Oh fuck... fuck... keep doing that... damn girl you are a natural at it." He groaned with excitement. While Greta was sucking and licking his testicles, Nick looked up at Valentin. "She is so good at it Mr. Plummer."

Valentin did not say anything but just kept looking at his wife who was holding the hard black cock up with one hand, stroking it. While licking and sucking on the low hanging big, black balls. It was a very depraved sight watching his elegant wife on her knees licking and sucking on this young black boy's cock and testicles. A beautiful, well-educated, mature blonde woman slobbering over the cock and balls of a punk, teenage, black boy.

After a little while Nick guided his thick, black cock back into Greta's mouth. He gently thrust it into her mouth, trying to make her take more of his cock. She again gagged on it and started sputtering, spitting. She pulled back to catch her breath.

"Just relax baby... you can take more of it... relax your throat, spit on it." Nick said to her condescendingly. As if talking to a young girl who is giving blow job for the first time.

As if in a daze, Greta spit on the monstrous, charcoal black cock and licked it. She slowly stroked the cock, licking it up and down, all around it. More clear precum was leaking from the slit on top of the thick black mushroom cockhead. Greta licked the precum, enjoying the taste of it.

"Oh... you like that?... don't you?... the taste of my precum." Saying that Nick guided his glistening cockhead back into the mouth of the beautiful blonde woman. He tried to thrust more of his cock into her mouth. But she was only able to take only one fourth of the thick black shaft and it was mostly the enormous cockhead. Valentin's cock leaked more precum watching the black cock inside his wife's mouth making her cheeks bulge.

Gently Nick started face fucking the pretty blonde woman. "Damn... Mr. Plummer your wife really likes sucking cock... her pretty pink lips look so good wrapped around my black dick." Nick said smugly as he continued thrusting into Greta's mouth. Using her mouth like a fuckhole.

After three or four minutes of using Greta's mouth as a fuckhole, Nick pulled his cock out of her mouth. "I need to fuck you now... you are my dream girl Mrs. Plummer." He said with desire as he helped her stand up. Then he made her turn around to face her husband. "Bend over your husband." He commanded.

Locking eyes with her husband, she bent over him, putting her hands on his shoulders. An involuntary shiver went through her body as she felt Nick again pull up her dress and bunch it above her ass. Preparing to mate with her.

Patting the inside of her thigh, Nick said, "Spread your legs baby... show your hot, wet, MILF pussy to me properly." She shuffled her feet further apart. "Your pussy smells good... you want it bad... don't you?... I have wanted you for so long... today I am going to fuck your married pussy."

She felt ashamed knowing that Nick was smelling her arousal. "Valentin honey... this is so wrong... letting this eighteen-year-old boy have sex with me... a black boy." She whispered. Her voice a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "Is this what you really want?... watch your wife getting mounted like an animal by a black boy who is half my age? I am old enough to be his mom." She asked her husband in an ashamed tone. But hearing her own words, it sounded so obscene. Her pussy tingled.

"Yes... that is what I want. I want this boy to fuck my woman... you are a cougar now. A hot MILF making the dream come true of this young black boy." Valentin whispered back in a lusty tone. "When did you turn eighteen Nick?" Suddenly he asked.

"A month ago Mr. Plummer... don't worry I am legal... you want me to fuck your pretty wife now?" Nick asked as he rubbed his cockhead on Greta's glistening, tumescent pussy lips.

"Yes, fuck her good for me Nick... own this fine white pussy." Valentin responded. "Oh baby... you are going to get fucked by this barely legal teen... get fucked by a black boy." He locked lips with his wife saying that. The lips that just a few moments ago were wrapped around the thick black cock. Valentin smelled the cock breath on his wife. Tasted the black cock and precum on his wife's lips. It inflamed his arousal even more and he lustily kissed her. Greta passionately kissed back her husband.

Greta suddenly gasped into her husband's mouth. "Oh..fuck... fuck... he is inside me... so thick." She mumbled. She grimaced and looked back at Nick as thick cockhead speared her pink slit. "Take it slow Nick honey... you are very thick." She said apprehensively. Only his thick, mushroom cockhead was inside her.

"Don't worry... I will take it easy, get your MILF pussy used to my big black dick... slowly stretch out your hot, white married pussy... then I will fuck you properly." Nick said cockily.

Her eyes locked with her husband's as Nick slowly, inch by inch inserted his thick black cock inside her pussy. Soon the entire length of the thick, black cock was buried inside her pussy. Her pink pussy lips tightly clung to the thick shaft.

As Nick's pelvis pressed against her ass, Greta winced and moved forward a bit. But Nick grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Burying his cock back to the hilt inside her. "Where you going girl?... back that ass up... take all of my black dick... I am gonna to stretch out this white pussy."

Greta's eyes were closed and she grunted loudly as Nick bottomed out. "Does it hurt?" Valentin asked. Her mouth was open with a look grimace on her face.

"Yes baby... I have never been filled up this way... I am so stretched, it is really tight, it hurts... he is so big... " Greta's breathing was ragged and uneven.

"Does it feel good too?" Valentin inquired. Greta shyly nodded yes but it was obvious she was in discomfort too. "Good... you are enjoying getting blacked for the first time." Valentin liked seeing the look on her face as she was filled by the big black cock.

After keeping his cock buried inside her for a little bit, Nick gently withdrew his cock halfway and then slowly slid it back in. Greta moaned as the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure coursed through her body. The eighteen year old boy was really stretching out her pussy. For a young man he was incredibly patient. It was obvious that this was not the first time he was breaking in a woman for his big black cock.

Nick took his time gently, slowly fucking the beautiful blonde woman for at least five minutes. Everytime he pulled out a little more of his cock and gently thrust back inside her. Now he had reached the point where he was pulling out his entire shaft, just keeping the thick mushroom cockhead in her, and gently sliding the entire shaft back in her pussy.

"Oh... baby... Valentin honey... he is fucking me... your wife is getting fucked by this black boy." She whimpered while panting hard and wincing. "This is what you wanted baby?... you still love me baby?" She whined.

"Yes... you are doing so good, that is what I want." He kissed her lovingly.

"Mr. Plummer your wife's pussy is good... so wet and tight... her pussy feels so good." Nick remarked.

"Use my wife's pussy Nick... she is a prime piece of ass." Valentin said huskily. Greta was moaning and gently biting her lower lip as the black boy slowly fucked her.

"Mmm... yeah a prime piece of ass." Mumbled Nick as he intently stared at her pink pussy lips which were stretched and tightly wrapped around his charcoal black shaft. The pussy lips clung to his manhood as it sawed in and out of the pussy. "Such a wet, juicy pussy... such fine phat white ass."

"Spank that white ass... spank my wife's ass Nick... she likes that." Valentin suddenly blurted out.

"Oh no honey... no... no don't do that Nick." She groaned with dismay.

"Naughty MILF... likes to get spanked." Nick smacked both her creamy ass cheek in quick succession.

Greta yelped loudly. "Nick honey... no... oh god no." She whined feeling completely humiliated that this boy half her age was spanking her. Greta could feel her pussy pulse and release more fuck juices.

"Damn what an ass... what a phat ass." Nick smacked her ass few more times. Her ass now was turning pink and had his finger imprints. "Fuck... this pussy is getting even more wet... pussy cream leaking out around my cock, juicy milf pussy." Nick said incredulously.

Slowly Nick withdrew his cock, just leaving the tip his cockhead between her pussy lips. But he did not thrust back inside like he had been doing. Gently fucking her for last five minutes. Greta waited eagerly for the thick, black cock to be thrust inside her. Fill her up, stretch out her pussy. Waited for the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure.

Greta looked back at Nick. He was staring at her ass with unbridled lust. Right away she understood what he was about to do. Her breathing became even more ragged and she turned to look at her husband with panicked eyes. She felt Nick's fingers tightened their grip on her flaring hips.

Nick's pelvis slammed hard onto her luscious, round ass as he savagely rammed his cock into her using her hips as leverage. Completely filling her up in one hard thrust. Greta squealed and yelled loudly. All the air was thumped out of her lungs and she was pushed onto her husband. Her face contorted in pain.

"Ow... ow... Aaaah... aaaahhh... unggghhh... unnnndhh... no... no... no... Oh god!... Stop... Stop... it hurts... not like this Nick Honey... not like this." She was panting hard. Feeling sensations that she had never felt before. It was so painful, yet it felt so good. Valentin noticed the mixed expression of fear, agony and excitement cross Greta's pretty face. He loved that look on her face. It was the look of a woman getting properly fucked.

"Stop Nick... stop... no... " She reached out to put her hand on him. Hold him back.

But he simply grabbed her wrist and held her arm for forcefully behind her. Completely ignoring her protests, he withdrew his cock and savagely slammed back into her. He started fucking her with hard, deliberate thrust. "I am going to own this fine white pussy... this MILF pussy."

Greta groaned out loudly, making unintelligible noises as he fucked her hard. Within a minute of the hard, rough fucking, Greta started cumming hard. She got on her toes and dug her nails into her husband's shoulder as the sensation of release, pleasure coursed through her body. Her body writhed. "Oh Valentin honey... hold me... hold me... please hold me... I am cumming... cumming so hard baby." Greta mewled. She desperately tried holding on to her husband. She then started ejaculating. Nails digging into her husband's back. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth stayed open as she tried to catch her breath.

"Damn... cum on my cock... keep cumming... tight ass MILF ejaculates too... damn... keep going baby." Nick said excitedly as he kept pounding her as her ejaculation leaked around his cock. Dripping down on the rug and drenching it.

Nick did not last long and soon emptied his balls inside her pussy. Depositing his warm, gooey baby making seed inside her. Greta felt the thick cock embedded inside her pussy pulse and twitch as it squirted warm cum on her cervix. She felt the warm cum was coating the walls of her pussy.

"Fuck... hot ass MILF pussy drained my balls completely... oh damn." Nick was breathing hard. He slowly withdrew his cock as he stopped ejaculating. But his cock had softened a little bit only.

Greta stayed bent over with her face buried in her husband's shoulder as her body convulsed. Tightly she held on to her husband. Her nails digging into his skin. Intense sensations were coursing through her body.

Valentin pulled his wife down making her sit on his lap. She hugged him lovingly. Feeling her body spasm, he whispered, "Aftershocks?"

In response, she just hugged her husband tighter and hit his back with the palms of her hand. She was still orgasming and her body trembled slightly. Valentin felt the mix of cum and pussy juice leaking from his wife's pussy run down to his thigh. He moved up the hem of her dress to have a look at her crotch. He was stunned to see how messy and raw her pussy looked. Reddened, swollen, distended pussy lips were gaping open with mix of cum and pussy juices leaking out. The pussy mound was smeared with cum. The mix of cum and juices had also run down her thighs smearing them. Her pussy was completely ravished.

Valentin glanced up at Nick who was still standing in front of them. Seeing his cock was erect again did not surprise him. The advantage of being young. The charcoal black cock was coated with a white slimy mix of cum and pussy juices. Nick was intently looking at Greta's pussy. His shorts and dark FTL boxers were still around his knees.

Noticing that Valentin was looking at him, Nick turned his gaze to him. "Mr. Plummer I need your wife's pussy again... I am not done yet." Saying that Nick took off his shorts and underwear. Then he took off his white wife beater shirt.

"Yes, I can see that." Valentin said in a matter of fact voice. "Honey... he needs you again... needs your pussy." Valentin whispered.

"Oh god no... I am done for the day... I don't think I can take him anymore." She said nervously keeping her face buried in her husband's shoulder.

"You can... he is going to make you cum again." Valentin whispered back.

"Come on Greta... you want it too." Nick said brusquely. Both Greta and Valentin were taken aback by Nick's use of her first name. But did not say anything.

Grabbing her arm, Nick pulled her up from her husband's lap. Reluctantly Greta let go of her husband and allowed the black boy to pull her up. Feeling ashamed she did not even look towards her husband and Nick.

Nick made her sit down on the couch close to her husband. Then abruptly he grabbed her legs at her knees and yanked her forward. Her legs were in air and her upper body slid down onto the couch seat. Completely surprised by Nick's action, Greta shrieked. "What are you doing Nick?"

"Getting you in position to fuck you properly." Nick said crudely with a grin. Pushing her legs back, he awkwardly folded her in half. She was a very wanton sight. Her knees by her shoulders. Gaping, sloppy pussy completely on display. Her ass raised up, wide open, displaying her pink bunghole.

"Oooh god... Nick honey not like this... not like this." She pled, feeling completely ashamed. But her pussy tingled with anticipation

Completely ignoring her pleas, Nick planted one foot by her on the couch and lined his cock with her gaping open pussy. With one hard savage thrust he bottomed out.

Greta gasped painfully and groaned loudly as her pussy was filled up again. "Oh my god... oh my god... you have completely filled me... go slow baby... oh... fuck it hurts." She said deliriously.

"Damn girl... you are still tight on me... I am going to fuck this tight white pussy, stretch it out... your pussy Mr. Plummer." Nick said as he pulled back and slammed his cock right back in. He started fucking Greta hard. Pounding her into the couch cushion. The basement was filled with the lewd noises of flesh hitting flesh and squelching noise emanating from her sopping wet pussy.

Greta's eyes were closed and her mouth was half open. She was moaning, grunting and moving her head side to side as she was getting mercilessly fucked. Her hand reached back back above her head and tightly clutched the top of the backrest. It was obvious that she was completely lost in the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure. The kind of sensations she had never experienced before.

Valentin watched in awe his wife's pink pussy lips tightly wrapped around the thick black cock. Watching the thick, long slab of black meet disappearing inside the pink, wet folds of his wife's pussy. He was just amazed that she was taking all of it.

It was a very tight fit. The pussy lips clung to the thick shaft as the thick black dick moved in and out of her pussy. Mix of pussy juice and cum was leaking out from around the cock and running down Greta's ass crack. It was a very obscene sight. Looking at them Valentin thought to himself that his wife and Nick were not having normal sex but were rutting like animals.

"Damn Mr. Plummer... this is one fine pussy... some good pussy... your wife is the hottest MILF." Nick said breathlessly as he fucked her. His stocky black body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Then he stopped while keeping his cock in her pussy. He climbed onto the couch planting his other foot on the couch too. Now he was squatting right above her upturned pussy. Grabbing the backrest of the couch for support he slammed his cock down savagely into her tight pussy.

Greta gasped and moaned loudly. "Oh my god... oh my god... Stop!... Stop!... it hurts... Nick honey slow down baby... slow down... " She whined but no made attempt to stop Nick.

"But you like it... don't you? it hurts good?" Nick countered as he fucked her with hard deliberate thrusts. Slamming his entire thick nine-inch black shaft into her again and again. Pile driving into her.

She just kept moaning, grunting loudly. The grimace never left her face. The hard rough fucking hurt but somehow she was enjoying it too. Guttural moans were emanating from her throat as she was fucked hard.

"Damn baby... take my black dick... take it... no one has taken my dick the way you are taking it... I am going to own this pussy." Nick said lustily.

Valentin was out of mind with lust watching his wife getting fucked so wantonly by the eighteen-year-old black boy. He stood up to get a better view of the depraved sight of his wife being taken completely. Standing in front of the couch, he stared in awe at the surreal sight. Her wife's ass was spread open wide obscenely showing her puckered pink bunghole. The hairy, charcoal black ass smashing into his wife's creamy, smooth, ass everytime Nick bottomed out. His hairy nutsack smacking her smooth butt crack. The contrast was stunning.The thick, long black shaft disappearing inside his wife's pink depths.

He stood rubbing his hard cock over this shorts watching his wife engaged in this animalistic fucking. Watching that long, thick black shaft being pulled out of his wife's pussy and rammed right back in. His arousal inflamed seeing the contorted look on his wife's beautiful face as her pussy was forcefully stretched by the big black cock. The charcoal black cock was completely coated with white cream of her pussy.

After a little bit Nick stopped to take a breather. He got off the couch and helped Greta stand up. Her legs were wobbly and she was in a daze after cumming so many times that she had lost count. The black boy made her lie down in supine position on the rug.

As Nick kneeled in front of her, Greta instinctively spreading her legs open. As if welcoming her black lover. Grinning he climbed between her open creamy thighs. Rubbing his cockhead on her distended, reddened pussy lips, he asked, "Do you want this baby... want my black dick in your married pussy?"

She glanced at her husband who was staring at her while touching his hardness. Greta liked the look of arousal on his face, he was very turned on. Biting her lower lip, she responded, "Yes Nick... give it to me."

Slowly he inserted his cock into her sloppy, wet pussy. While at the same time he locked lips with her. Greta kissed him back running her hands all over his back and grabbed his ass. Pulling him into her.

"Yeah that's it... you like my black dick... take it all... just take it... your husband likes watching you take all of this black dick." He whispered cockily into her ear and again kissed her passionately. All the resistance was gone from Greta. She welcomed his invading tongue, sucking on it hungrily.

Valentin was completely mesmerized seeing the stocky black boy writhing between his wife's open creamy thighs. His wife's dainty hands on the big, hairy, black ass while she lustily kissed the black boy. The engagement ring and wedding band glinting. Her moans and whimpers timed with the clenching of Nick's hairy black ass as he plunged his cock deep inside her married pussy. His cock leaked copious amounts of precum as he rubbed it over his shorts.

All three of them had completely lost track of time. But Nick had been going at it for too long. Soon he came with a loud grunt. Adding more of his black baby making seed in the womb of the older married, white woman. He jammed his cock deep inside her pussy. Keeping it embedded in there as spurt after spurt coated the inside of Greta's pussy. Greta came hard again.She dug her nails into Nick's ass as she squealed loudly.

Nick just stayed on top of Greta for a couple of minutes as his cock slowly deflated. Again he kissed her lustily before getting off her. Slowly withdrawing his cock out of her pussy. As soon as he withdrew his cock cum leaked out of her gaping open pussy. Greta just closed her eyes and put her arm across her face. She did not want to look at anyone. Her legs were splayed open with her dress bunched around her waist. She was breathing hard.

While putting his clothes back on Nick kept glancing at her. Both the men stayed silent as they went up. As soon as they reached came up from the basement, Nick said excitedly, "That was so dope Mr. Plummer... your wife is something else... so hot and pretty. " He was very appreciative.

"I hope I can trust you to not mention anything about this to anyone... no bragging about it?" He asked in a very serious tone.

"I ain't stupid like that Mr. Plummer... I ain't gonna telling no one... it stays between us." Nick said honestly. By the tone of his voice Valentin understood that Nick will not tell anyone.

"Thanks Nick... you are a good kid."

"You always have been very cool with me." Nick smiled. "So do you think we can do this again?"

"Honestly I don't know... don't know if Greta will ever let it happen again." Valentin responded.

"That's cool Mr. Plummer... I gotta go now." Nick left.

After closing the door behind him, Valentin quickly went down to the basement. Greta was exactly the same way as before. Arm across her eyes, legs splayed open, dress bunched at the waist. Her pussy gaping open and a complete mess. Valentin took off his shorts and underwear freeing his aching hard on.

"Did he leave?" Greta asked softly still keeping her eyes covered

"Yeah he left." Said Valentin as he got down between her splayed open legs. Bending down, he kissed her thighs. "I need you now baby."

"No... not like this." She whined. "I am a mess... I need to clean up."

"Yes you are a mess... but still as beautiful, as hot as ever... I think I like you messy like this honey." He kissed up her inner thighs not caring that it was smeared with a mix of Nick's cum and her pussy juices. Her legs trembled as her husband kissed her thighs. His face getting closer to her absolutely ravished pussy.

"That is one well used pussy... he really stretched you out... made a mess but I am going to clean it all up." He was out of mind with lust seeing his wife's messy pussy close up. The pink pussy lips were tumescent, reddened and distended. Mix of cum and pussy juice leaking out. He was completely mesmerized by her ravished pussy.

Realising what her husband intended to do, her pulse quickened. "No baby... don't do that... it is a complete mess... just too dirty."

Completely ignoring what she was saying he licked her swollen, reddened pussy lips. Ran his tongue up and down between her gaping open pussy lips. "Oh my god... don't honey... that is nasty." She moaned loudly as her hips jerked up.

Valentin pushed her legs back and spread them apart. Opening her up just like Nick had her on the couch. Her pussy upturned, her ass spread open. He bent down and licked her ass crack.

"Oh fuck... you are such a dirty, nasty man." She groaned lustily. He ran his tongue between her ass crack a few times and then licked all over her pussy mound. Greta kept groaning and reached down grabbing a handful of her husband's hair. Trying to push his face into her pussy. Her hips kept jerking up.

"Oh..oh... unhhh..unhhh... oh fuck baby... eat me out... eat me out... clean my pussy." Greta was moaning deliriously. Out of mind with lust due to the intense sensations that were coursing through her body. She was wantonly thrusting up her pussy onto her husband's face. It was evident that she was about to cum again.

"Aaaaahhh... aaaah... I am cumming baby... I am cumming again." Groaning and moaning loudly she went over the edge as an explosive orgasm coursed through her body. She threw her head back, mouth half open and eyes shut. Her body convulsed and then stiffened while she grunted loudly. Her pussy started ejaculating. Drenching the face of her husband. Valentin opened his mouth trying to swallow the pussy juice being ejaculated from his wife's pussy.

After her orgasm subsided, spreading her legs open and Valentin mounted his wife. Gently inserting his cock into his wife's sloppy pussy. Marvelling at the fact that his cock was the second cock today filling up his wife's pussy. He groaned as he felt his cock bathe in Nick's cum.

"Honey your sloppy pussy feels so good... I can't believe it that my cock is the second cock in your pussy today... your husband's cock is the second one." Valentin said in awe.

"Oh god... I have been really bad." Greta groaned. Putting her arms around Valentin's neck, she pulled his face towards her. She kissed him lustily. Valentin was just too turned on and after a few thrusts, he ejaculated.

"I am the second man to cum inside your pussy... fuck this so hot." He said lustily as he jammed his cock inside her. As if staking claim to it. "Sorry just couldn't control it."

"It is okay... you have already made me cum." She said shyly.

But even after ejaculating he stayed hard. "I am still hard baby... I need you bad." He said lustily.

Greta's was amazed to hear that her husband was hard even after ejaculating. "Wow... that has never happened to you before... you always soften after cumming."

"You just got me too horny with your naughtiness." Valentin pulled back and slammed his cock back inside her.

She gasped and moaned loudly. Just like Nick he started pounding his wife hard. He fucked her hard for almost five minutes making her cum on his cock once and then he again orgasmed. Both of them were exhausted by now. Valentin just stayed on top of his wife lovingly kissing her neck, cheeks. Greta's eyes were closed and she was panting hard.

"Let's go up Valentin." She said in a tired voice. He got up and then helped Greta stand up. Her dress was completely wrinkled and had some wet spots on it. But she still looked elegant in the dress and her open toed, strappy heels. The silky, blonde hair was completely disheveled and her face had the look of a well-fucked, completely ravished woman. She looked wanton but in a very beautiful way.

Making the observations, Valentin's cock twitched. Even now his cock had not completely softened. He took her into his arms and said, "You just look gorgeous baby... I love you."

Greta shyly bit her lower lip and then responded, "I love you too sweetheart." She put his hand behind his head and pulled him down. Locking lips with her husband. Kissing him tenderly and lovingly.

As they were about to walk away, Greta glanced at the leather couch. She was aghast at what she saw. The spot on the couch where Nick had sex with her was all wet. Smeared with pussy juices and cum. "Oh shit... the couch is a mess." Then she looked at the rug. "Valentin the rug is a mess too... we need to do something about it."

"Oh yeah... I will wipe the couch now... but the rug will have to wait till tomorrow." Saying that he wiped the leather couch with a towel.

"If Greg comes down... he is going to ask why the rug is all wet and messy." She said with an embarrassed tone.

"Don't worry about it... if he asks I will tell him that I spilled some beer on it." Valentin chuckled. As they left, Valentin picked up his shorts, underwear and his wife's thong.

Entering their bedroom, Greta said bashfully, "I should take a shower... I am a mess, completely reeking of sex."

"Not yet... I still need you." Valentin hugged her from behind kissing the nape of her neck. Then he lowered the zipper of her dress. Gently pushed the straps off her shoulders. The dress pooled at the flare of her hips. Getting down on knees, Valentin tugged on the dress making it fall down around her feet.

Lustily Valentin stared at her reddened, exquisite, luscious ass. The smooth, creamy ass cheeks still had the finger imprints of the black teenager. "Honey that black boy spanked you good." Saying that he kissed her reddened ass cheeks. Greta groaned, closing her eyes as she felt ashamed being reminded that she was spanked by a black boy half her age.

Valentin noticed that his wife's upper, inner thighs were again smeared with cum. His leaked cum.

He led her to the bed and made her lie down on her back. Spreading open her legs, kissing up her cum smeared thighs. "Oh god baby!... haven't you had enough?" She groaned lustily and separated her legs even more.

"I don't think I can ever have enough of your well used, sloppy pussy baby." A shiver went up Greta's spine hearing her husband's lusty, depraved words.

Valentin again lustily ate out his wife's pussy. Showing no aversion at eating, swallowing the mix of cum and pussy juices leaking out of her pussy. Eating his own cum. Sticking his tongue deep inside his wife's gaping open sloppy pussy. Greta moaned, grunted loudly as she wantonly ground her pussy on her husband's mouth. Soon an intense orgasm was coursing through her body. Her toes curled, her body spasmed and she clamped her thighs tightly around her husband's head.

After her orgasm subsided, Valentin made slow, gentle love to her. "You are just insatiable today... I am going to be so sore tomorrow." Greta said breathlessly as her husband made love to her.

"You are just so sexy honey... so fucking amazing." Valentin said huskily.

"I cannot believe it... you ate me out with the way I am... you are so dirty-minded... kinky man." She said shyly. They kept whispering naughty things to each other as they made love. Both of them were still in a sexual high.

After making love Greta was exhausted and very hungry. She went to take a shower and Valentin went downstairs to make sandwiches for both of them.

They ate in complete silence. They had come down from the sexual high. Now the enormity of what they had done was sinking in. After eating they sat in the living room watching TV. With Greta snuggling close to her husband.Their eyes were on the screen but both of them were lost in deep thoughts.

"I cannot still believe... that I did that." Greta whispered in disbelief. "I had sex with another man while my husband watched... a black boy half my age... the friend of our son." Now she was feeling completely mortified. Valentin was also feeling embarrassed now and just stayed quiet.

"What if he mentions this to anyone?" Her voice was filled with apprehension.

"Well... I did talk to him about it... he is not going to talk about it." Valentin said sheepishly.

"He came so much... then you also came inside me... I never have had so much sperm inside me, I hope the pills work, they are not hundred percent effective." She said tensely.

"The protection will work baby... don't worry about that." Valentin put his arm around her and hugged her lovingly.

"I have never seen you so turned on honey... get so down and dirty... you know I could feel his cum moving inside me when you ate me out." Greta said shyly. "But it was very hot... I came so hard that time... I think the most intense orgasm ever."

"Yeah I was just out of my mind with lust... your used, messy pussy looked so alluring, I was just compelled to taste it... " He said passionately.

"Don't say that!... it sounds so bad." She exclaimed with embarrassment.

"You were such a hot, erotic sight with him all over you... his charcoal black cock buried in your mouth, in your pussy... him touching you... kissing you so wantonly." He was turned on and his cock had hardened. "I need you again baby."

"Oh my god!... I cannot believe it you are hard again... fourth time?" She watched in awe as her husband took off his shorts and underwear. Freeing his raging hard on. He made Greta take off her pajamas and panties.

"Come... ride me baby." Valentin pulled her onto his lap.

She straddled him and guided his cock into her pussy. "Oh fuck!" She gasped. "I am going to be really sore tomorrow." Saying that she started riding her husband.

After they had sex again, Greta said to her husband, "I am going up to lay down." She paused. "I am completely exhausted now."

Sex Instead Of Gambling

It's almost midnight on Saturday, and little Tito has been sleeping soundly since his bedtime just after 8 o'clock. His father, Eric, and his best friend Bruce are playing some WOW on the big screen in the living room, which is fine with me, because I'm getting myself off on the sofa in the family room downstairs.

Dwayne Johnson is such a hottie, and watching him in his movies is enough to get my pussy wet right away, and tonight was no different. Resting against the arm of the sofa, my hand moves beneath the waistband of my black lycra leggings, and I enjoy the outline of my fingers as they move in slow delicious circles over my clit. My left hand slips under my t-shirt and plays with one of my 38D breasts, savoring its firmness and toying with the puffy, black nipple.

This is my second round, as I already came about an hour ago, but every time he takes off his shirt to show off that dark brown body, I just want to start playing over and over again.

As I strum over my very sensitive clitty, I feel like I'm not alone. When I look around, I see Bruce and Eric standing at the bottom of the stairs peering around the corner at me.

"I told you she's always horny," Eric says as the two step out in the open. I've already pulled my hands out of my pants and down by my sides, noticing how sticky my fingers are on my right hand.

"Get out! Go play your game," I implore.

I tuck myself further into the corner sofa as they approach, Eric all smiles and his friend looking all creepy at me. As he sits next to me, Eric puts his arm around me, cuddling me into his chest. My eyes stay on his best friend and I ask, "What's going on?"

"Well," Eric offers in a low voice, "Tito's sleeping and now we're both as horny as you are, Baby." I try to push him away but he pulls me up on his body and I feel the pressure of his dick in the crevice of my butt.

"What do you mean "both" horny," I ask, feeling indignant.

"C'mon Baby, just let him see your tats. I did a good job on them, right?" he responds, slipping his hands up under my shirt. I try to pull it back down but Eric grabs my hands into his one hand, and raises them over my head. He then uses his other hand to pin one arm under his and behind my neck, like a Nelson hold. My legs wriggle and his cock only hardens into me as he stretches me along his body.

"Pull it up and see my ink Bruce," insists Eric. Bruce moves to me. I know they're only titties, but I wriggle and pull away, trying to keep my dignity. Bruce tugs the cotton cloth up over my titties, and as they pop out, I look down at the ink emblazoned across my chest.

My talented husband scrawled two names in Cloister Black font, in elegant detail. It took him hours for each one with his needles and ink. Just above my left areola is the name "Ericnez" for my husband, who loves to suckle on my big titties. And over the right areola is the name "Tito", for my little boy who also loves to suckle on Mommy's boobies too, but for other reasons.

"Eric... Noooo," I beg, but it goes unheard, and both men become more rabid.

I am so proud of my ink but I rarely can show it off but for my bathing suit in the summer time. Tonight I read the lettering as Bruce does, and I feel my nipples and vulva tingle as Eric allows his friend to see me naked in front of him.

Eric's dick slides slowly up and down my ass, rubbing against my smooth leggings through his sweats. "Go ahead, Bruce. You can taste my side." Part of me didn't want this. I've only been with Eric for almost ten years, and I've never cheated on him. But this feels wrong, because we've never talked about having another man touch me, especially in front of my own man.

My hands dangled oddly over my head as my husband pinned them against him until I gave in to his wants. Bruce moved to the breast with Eric's name on it and kissed my thick, black nipple. "No. Please. Not like this," I implored. Bruce looked past me to see my Eric nod his approval and sucked my nipple into his mouth as my husband moved his hard cock along my rump.

My hands fall to each side of Eric's face and I caress him as my pussy becomes inflamed from the suction of Bruce' lips. His right hand pulls on my other nipple, increasing my lust for more. Eric leans into my ear and says something that terrifies me. "He's got a really big dick, Baby. you're gonna like it."

I shake my head instinctively, no. I think about Tito, and how fertile I am, and how I don't know if I can stop this. I remember how big Eric felt the first time we fucked. He isn't the longest cock I ever played with, but his dick is thick like a soda can. I feel Bruce' hardness along my thigh as he rubs himself against me while sucking my teat, and he feels huge. His cock lays along almost my entire thigh. His mouth switches to the right breast and his hand roams down along my hips and finds the waistband of my leggings. I shimmy, trying to keep them on my hip and away from him, knowing that I have nothing on underneath, while my husband whispers, "Let him do it. We are all horny, right? It's all good. It's just fun, Vivian."

I know right then that he is right. We are all horny, but I feel no control, and even less as Bruce pulls one side of my leggings free and down to my knee, the other still on my hip. Eric's cock is pushing against his pants and into my bare ass cheek. Then Bruce takes hold of the other side and pulls it down as well. That is when Bruce sees the other tattoo that Eric drew for me. 'Mamacita', meaning hot Momma, sits just above my throbbing clit, in the same script as on my titties. "You do good work, Bro," Bruce offers as he gazes up and down my body.

I squeeze my legs together, knowing he can see my cleanly shaved mound, but trying to keep him from seeing how wet my slit is. Eric calls out, "Pull them right off her," and then "Pull my sweats down, Bruce. I want to fuck her." Quickly Bruce tugs my pants free and reaches under me to pull Eric's sweats and underwear down to his knees. My husband's thick Latino cock is wiggling against ass and poking into the wedge between my clenched thighs.

Bruce stand up, enjoying my plight as my husband tries to enter me like this, his purple head pushing hard between my thighs along the crevice of my pussy lips. Bruce takes hold of my feet and pries them apart, causing Eric's hard cock to poke out between my labia. His ass moves beneath me, trying unsuccessfully to enter me. I know he can't do much like this as both of our arms are entwined. Eric nods to Bruce, "Put me in, Bro." With that, Bruce slips his hand between my thighs and takes hold of Eric's dick, pushing it along my sopping wet labia. I know I want Eric inside me as I'm horny as hell, but I feel so lewd having his friend force Eric's cock into me. Bruce' thumb pushes the spongy cock head against my clitoris and lower, and then up again, teasing me.

After a few of these strokes, Bruce pushes Eric into my entrance, his thumb just beneath the engorged tip as it entered me. I feel the added stretch of Bruce' thumb pushing into me as well; the savage look in his eyes as he savors his first penetration along side his friend's thickness. He pulls his thumb from me and brings it to his lips, tasting my juices as he leaves Eric to continue fucking my soaking pussy. Bruce rubs himself through his jeans as he watches us fuck. I am fully aroused by the familiar fullness of Eric's 6-1/2" dick pushing its way inside me, filling me up, raising us both off the sofa as his hips flex his dick into me.

"Get undressed, Bro," offers Eric. My mind is racing. I am horny from my husband, but nervous of his friend. I can't take my eyes off Bruce as he releases his jeans and underwear in one go, letting them fall to the floor. Out springs a dick like I've never seen before. It is caramel brown and girthy, even moreso than Eric. And it must be at least two inches longer than my husband. I have no idea how it could fit inside my tiny body. I wonder at its size, and make eye contact with Bruce. He senses my awe and waggles his cock at me, showing it off, at least 5 inches still dangling from his hand fisted around its base.

Eric starts his in and out motion from beneath me, while Bruce strokes his cock to its full potential. He kneels down between our feet and feasts his eyes on Eric's cock saturated with my juices. Bruce leans into my crotch, his tongue tasting my clit and I let out a tiny moan at his touch. Eric encourages his friend, "Eat that pussy, man. It is so good." Bruce pulls my clit into his pursed lips, sucking on my nubbin.

I slip a finger into Eric's mouth as he pumps into me, watching his friend tasting me so close to my husband's cock. Bruce moves lower and Eric groans at the sensation of Bruce' coarse tongue licking the exposed skin of his shaft each time he pulls back from my cunt. Eric thrusts increase to full length, his balls striking at Bruce' chin as his tongue licks both of us. Eric pulls back out until his knob pops free and forces it back inside once more.

On one of his long strokes, Eric's cock pulls free, making a plopping sound and I look down to see Bruce take the wet dick straight into his mouth. He pushes down on it, taking half of Eric's cock inside. He gives the cock a few quick sucks and then uses his fingers to push Eric back inside me. My pussy is on fire from the full feeling of a cock, as well as realizing that Bruce so easily took a cock in his mouth. Eric is moaning in my ear, nibbling on the lobe.

"Get in there, dude," Eric shouts. Bruce moves up and I see his heavy dick move toward my wet cunt. He lays his pipe along Eric's pole and pushes it between the fleshy shaft and the top of my vagina.

"No. He needs a rubber, Eric!" I beg.

"We'll get a pill tomorrow. Just enjoy it," he tells me.

"No! You're too big! I can't!" I shake my head as Bruce tries to force himself into my pussy just above my own husband. Eric slips his cock from me, and bites at my neck. I feel the relief of emptiness for only a second, before Bruce looks down at his fucking huge dick and spits on the plum shaped head, leaning himself forward and his spear pushing my pussy lips apart.

"Give her that cock, Bruce." said Eric. Bruce guides his dick up and down my slit, gathering my juices to lube his dick head and pushing it into the gaping hole left from Eric's fucking. He looks me in the eyes and begins to push into me, desperate to see my reaction to his invasion.

The air in my lungs fully exhausts from the pressure as inch by inch this man cock pushes deeper and deeper. Bruce pushes slowly right to the back of my pussy, bumping himself into my cervix and holding it there. I feel as if my guts have moved aside to allow him to fully penetrate me, and I am so stretched that it felt like he is going in dry. I stare in disbelief as even though he is buried himself inside me, Bruce still has almost two inches of shaft still showing. I spread my thighs wider to try to accommodate him. His arms hold my waist as he withdraws all the way out. I gasp at how much has pulled out from me, all wet from my cunt, while Eric humps me from beneath.

"You're so fucking tight, Vivian," Bruce tells me, excited. I nod at him, not able to put words together for a few seconds.

"Oh, fuck. Eric." is my only response. His friend once again ever so slowly, pushes his massive tool into my hole; my head tilts back, my cunt is absolutely full of his meaty dick. On the fourth full stroke, I feel an incredible urge to pee, and then we all hear a gushing sound from between my legs. I look down and as Carlo's cock rears back on the outstroke, it is sopping with my pussy juices. His thighs and mine have been splashed with the burst of cum from within me. On his next forceful stroke, the friction becomes almost non-existent, as my pussy releases my internal orgasm all over the invading shaft.

"Fuck her good, man. Give it to her." This is all his friend needs to hear.

Eric lets my arms free and I lower them to rest on Bruce' ribcage, feeling his heavy breathing as he fucks me deeper and deeper. Instinctively, my legs rise up and wrap around my lover's hips and I use them to pull him as deeply into me as he can. My hands lower to Bruce' hips, pulling him into me, grunting feverishly as his dick pounds against my tender cervix. Eric admires my open mouth and hanging head, signs of the ecstasy this wonderful dick is bringing to me.

I watch Bruce staring at his own cock as he impales me over and over. The sloshing sounds of each stroke keeps spilling more fluid from me, and when I next look down, his black curly hairs are slamming into the puffy folds of my drenched labia. Bruce is home; he has nothing more to give, and I need nothing more than for him to use me again and again. Bruce' breathing became labored and I sense that he is just about to cum.

"Where can I do it, Eric?" he asks. For a second, I have no idea what the answer might be. Eric loves to cum in my mouth, on my face, or my titties, and sometime he licks it off of me after. I've surrendered to whatever Eric wants Bruce to do.

"She wants it all inside, dude."

Bruce looks at me and I nod slowly, which only increases his need to unload. I gaze at his smassiveness for the last few strokes. With one last thrust, Bruce reaches around to my ass and pulls me up toward him, and grunts like a crazed man. Each of his next few pistoning strokes brings a warm, wetter sensation inside my pussy. Each thrust drives his cock into my beaten cervix, eliciting a heavy grunt from me each time he assaults the tender skin. Each rope of cum makes my pussy feel like a small pond filling full of goo. His movements slow as Bruce collapses on top of us momentarily.

I feel his semen drip over my ass cheeks and along the crack of my ass, which is full of Eric's throbbing dick. He twitches as the runny cum drips over his cock head. He taps Bruce' shoulder, wanting to be released from beneath me.

As soon as Bruce pulls himself out, I notice his dangling cock is covered in his silvery slime. the spunk begins to ooze from my depths. Bruce stands up and admires the mess he had made of me. Eric rolls me off of him and gets onto his knees, pulling me to the edge of the sofa so he can have his turn with me. I want my husband so badly now, wanting to feel his familiar tool taking me, reclaiming me for his own.

Bruce wipes his dick on his shirt as Eric set himself at my sloppy wet entrance. "Holy fuck, dude. You busted a heavy nut here. Look what you did." Eric's fingers open me up and more creamy goop drools from my pussy. He admires the cavernous hole left from Bruce' thick member only a short time ago. Eric places his thick Latino dick against the gooey tangle of sperm adorning my pussy lips and vulva, and oozing from within. With one push he is in me, and moaning. His cock doesn't feel as it normally does. His eyes betray that he isn't opening me up any longer; Bruce has done that for him. He looks lost as my tightness hasn't returned to make him feel like he's forcing me wider; his dick just swims in my stretched out cunt.

Eric lies on top of me, humping into my pussy, kissing my mouth angrily. "Oh, fuck," He utters. I know what that means. He is so high on feeling my sloppy pussy coating him in another man's cum, that he cannot last any longer. Our tongues meld together as he begins to grunt. His once enormous cock is just another toy right now, inside me, barely making a difference. Its just fucking for me, just a way to let my husband get off. There is nothing here for me right now, as I am nearly spent from how his friend worked me so good.

Eric pulls up from me, as Bruce finds another chair to sit in until we finish. My husband has an intense look as looks at his cock fucking his wife. As my fingers combed through his black curls, I utter, "C'mon, Baby. Cum inside me like Bruce did. Fill me up good." I hadn't finished speaking when Eric begins to fast fuck me - short quick jabs that would bring him to spew his load all over my pussy walls. He grunts like a horny teenager as his semen blends with the warm fresh spunk his best friend left behind for him. His last few pumps leave no more room inside me, and each forceful thrust causes more dollops to ooze around his pole, between my ass cheeks, and onto the sofa below us.

While Eric and I rest,

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