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By Cindy (my10acup@hotmail.com)


I doubt there is a sight as heart tearing and gut twisting as watching the face of your wife, seeing her emotions, while someone else is shagging her.

That thought crossed my mind as I was humping my neighbor's wife, whom I love dearly, watching her in the dresser mirror. All I could see was her chest, shoulders and neck. I watched the expressions of pleasure cross her face as her orgasm built, then I caught her eyes in the mirror, and we watched each other's faces as we climaxed together. Her eyes clenched with each squirt of cum I poured into her womb, then a wave of pleasure crossed her face as she ground her own orgasm out on my cock.

She climbed off and flopped down next to me, and drifted off to sleep, cum slowly seeping its way from her sex.

I lay there thinking.

I had a lot to think about. There were rumors at work there would be lay-offs, and union rules say last employed, first fired. I had only been there three months, so was sure to go, if they happened.

My Boss has a gorgeous ginger haired wife, and he fucks around behind her back. If my woman looked half as good, or was half as loyal, I would ever do anything like that to her, but he had no principles.

The next couple of days at work were real quiet, and my boss had me doing errands for him, including pick up his family and drop his kids at school, and his wife down town. I didn't object, I liked his wife, and enjoyed the opportunity to spend time with her. Later that after noon, The phone rang, and as my boss was elsewhere, probably knocking off one of the office girls in the store room, I answered it, it was his wife, she needed to be picked up with her shopping. I gladly obliged.

I pulled the company car up at the curb and helped her load her goods into the trunk, all except one smallish bag that she held onto, and wouldn't let me see at all. I was a bit curious, but said nothing, looking down her top at her ample cleavage was enough to keep my mind busy for now, it was certainly entertaining helping her load the trunk. We chatted as we drove, nothing much, but as we neared her house, she asked me directly

"Have you got a girl friend?"

I thought hard and fast, I was 19, but looked 17 or 16. In all the stories you read, a woman asks that when she thinking of screwing you, so I decided to lie.

"No, I don't, but I sure would like one," I looked at her hard, "I'd like her to look like you "I added quietly.

She said nothing for a while; a tinge of color came to her cheeks. We pulled up at her house, and I helped her unload her goods and carry them inside. It seemed as if I could see down her top a lot more than usual this time, I wondered about that, but decided not to question a good thing, just enjoy it.

When we were done, she asked me in for a cool drink. I gladly accepted. We chatted some more, and then she asked me a question.

"If I asked your opinion, would you give it to me honestly?"

I looked at her, then answered, "Yes Maam, as honest as can."

"Would you keep it... um, confidential?"

"Sure, for you, anything," That was no lie at least.

"What it is, why I ask you that is, I um... I bought some, well undies." She was blushing now. "And I want to know if they look, well, I want to know if I look sexy n them, but I don't want to look silly in front of my husband."

My eyes opened wide and I stared at her, my mouth dropped open, and I couldn't say anything. She reached out with a shy smile and gently closed my mouth, smiling as she did.

"I'll change now, before I change my mind." She said and picking up her little bag, she skipped off.

I was surprised, to say the least by this turn of events, but I was looking forward to seeing her in her 'sexy undies' so much I thought my heart would jump out of my chest it was banging that hard.

I sat there, with a hardon from anticipation, sipping nervously at my drink, thinking of the absurdity of the situation.

Me, in my bosses house, alone with his wife, who is drop dead gorgeous, and she is going to show me her knickers, If anyone walked in, it wouldn't look good.

"Are you ready?" she called out, her voice had the faintest tremor in it, she was as exited and nervous as I was.

"When you are Maam," I answered.

She came into sight down the hall, wearing a transparent mesh bra and g-string, the garments hid nothing, her hard nipples clearly visible as they pushed out against the light gauzy fabric, and her light ginger bush showed through her panties, her pussy lips also clearly visible.

I stared, she was as good as naked, She was even better than I dreamed, in my wettest dream, her skin flawless milky white, her hair more gold than red hanging over her shoulders contrasting splendidly.

She turned, then stopped, a little clumsily, nearly tripping, causing one breast to pop out of its flimsy restraint momentarily.

I sat and stared, mouth open again, heart in danger of exploding.

"You ...look... more than sexy," I stammered out

"You really like it?"

"Y--yes, wow, you're beautiful."

She walked toward me, and placed a hand on each shoulder, and looked me in the eyes, I looked at her breasts, feeling the warmth of her body, so close now to mine. She ducked her head, and grinning put her face in front of mine.

"Thanks, I value your opinion." She hugged me. Squeezing her body against me, I stood there for a second, then returned the hug, feeling her naked back under my hands, her warm smooth baby like skin, I ran my hands over her back, to her g-string, over her bra straps, along the sides of her soft breasts, trying to slip my hands under the bra cups to feel her breasts properly.

She pulled back from me, and gripped my hands, grinning at me.

"Will you do something else for me?" She asked again, holding my hands.

Breathless, I nodded.

"Good, I bought something else, and I want you to model it, for me." She led me by the hand back up the hall to their bedroom, she walking backwards, me staring at her gorgeous near naked body.

I was entranced by her, the sway of her barely covered boobs, the way one pussy lip disappeared after the other as she walked backwards. I had never played around like this with another woman before.

She kicked the door open and led me into the room, motioning to the bed, he said, "Try this on for me?"

I looked down and saw a little bag; I curiously opened it, and inside was a miniscule g-string, for a male.

I looked up at her, a questioning look on my face.

"I bought them for Michael, it our anniversary tomorrow, I wanted it to be special, but I want to know that they don't look silly, either."

I shrugged, and started to shed my clothes, She watched me unbutton my shirt, then she slid it down my shoulders, taking it off me, and folding it, before placing it on the bed. Then she grinned at me, and started to unbuckle my belt, I helped her undo my jeans, then she slid them down my legs, brushing her face against my stiff cock as she did.

I stepped out of the jeans, and she stood and folded them to, putting them next to my shirt, and she stood in front of me, hands on my briefs, my cock poking into her belly through them. She slid them down, watching them dragging my cock downwards with them, until it sprang back, released from its confinement. She dropped the briefs with the other clothes, and held the g-string out for me to step into.

I did, and she pulled it up my legs, pulling the string firmly between my arse cheeks, and then knelt in front of me, She considered my erection for a moment, then she gripped it, and tried to tuck it into the pants, it would not fit, springing back to point at her face.

Giggling, she stood back, and looked at me. I felt more naked wearing my bosses g-string than I had when I was wearing nothing.

"I feel, well, naked," I said."You have a bigger, um, thingy than Michael," She observed, "Turn around for me?"

I turned on the spot, feeling a bit silly, cock sticking straight out, on display.

"Yep, it is sexy, real sexy, I like it... except... come here a moment," She said.

I approached, and she hugged me again, I felt her bra covered breasts warm an soft against my chest, then my cock was pushing against her soft belly, She squeezed me against her, her hands roaming over my back, along the g-string, over my bum cheeks, then I jumped as she slid her finger the full length of my arse crack.

"I'm just seeing how it feels," She explained.

I stood still, my cock feeling as if it would burst, then she fondled my balls. I wasn't going to question a good thing, just enjoy it, I closed my eyes as he ran her fingers lightly over my cock, then my belly, I felt giddy, and sat back on the bed, nearly pulling her over on top of me.

She giggled and pushed me back onto the bed, so I was lying down, then she lay next to me, saying as she lay down, "You look like you wouldn't mind testing these things out properly."

She shifted so she was astride me, my cock resting along her bum crack, She pulled her knickers aside, then in a smooth movement, she mounted me, slipping my cock over halfway inside herself, then she stopped, and looked at me for a second.

"Are you OK?" I managed to gasp.

She nodded, "Your thing is just... so much bigger than Michael's, I wasn't expecting, well, so much!" Then she pushed steadily down, taking the rest of me into herself.

She stayed there a second or two gently rocking, then she slowly lifted herself up, until I nearly slipped out of hr, and then dropped her whole weight against me, forcing my full length inside her at once, her face was a picture of pleasure and delight. Like a little girl who found a new toy.

I looked around the room, seeing her dresser mirror; she was reflected in it, down to her waist. I watched her making love, as she humped and ground out her pleasure on me, the delight on her face when she looked down at me, and realized once more, it wasn't her husband, but another man, a boy, who as far as she knew was loosing his cherry to her.

I watched the intense waves of pleasure cross her face, as they grew in intensity, then as she rapidly humped into her orgasm, then ground it through, taking me into her as deeply as she could, grinding our pubic bones against each other, then as she looked down at me, invisible in the mirror, and felt me shooting my cum into her. I could tell that she felt each squirt, her eyes flicking as I poured my seed into her hot wet womb.

She collapsed onto me, breathing heavily. "Did you like that?" She asked.

"Yes Maam, I liked that, and any time you want to try out new clothes again, or even old ones, I'll gladly help."

She sighed, "I don't... I've never done this except with my husband before, I don't do it with anyone..."

"I won't tell a soul, I promise," I looked into her eyes and saw this meant a great deal to her, that it remain secret.

I kissed her, the first time, just a peck on the lips, then again, deeply, She kissed me back, and I felt my cock harden inside her again, she felt it too, and I rolled her over, until I was on top, and started to make love to this woman, my bosses wife, deeply, and seriously, Her breasts, warm and soft under my hairless chest propped me up so I could look into her eyes as I worked my cock into and out of her soft body, I knew I was deeper insider her than anyone had ever been before, and this turned me on even more, knowing that although she was married, and had a daughter I drooled over regularly, I was touching parts of her with my cock that had until now remained untouched.

I relished the sensation of my cum inside her too, making her even slipperier than her own juices ever could, I felt the tension building in my balls then at the base of my cock, I pumped into her deeply, grabbing her arse cheeks, and pulling her onto me with them, my fingers meeting on her arse hole, as I came in her, I pushed both index fingers into her arse, steadily pulling it open then feeling my cock through her inner tissue.

I have never cum so much before in my life, I seriously thought I was going to die, my life force leaving me in huge squirts through my cock, and I couldn't have been more happy to do just that.

When I finished, I collapsed onto her, feeling her lovely breasts squashing under me. I realized my fingers were still invading her arse; I explored her a bit there, then slipped my semi hard and slick cock out of her pussy and slid it into her arse.

She clamped her muscles hard onto me, her eyes wide, until now she had been lost in her own orgasm, but the sensation of a long cock entering her back passage bought her out of quickly.

I lay there, wondering at the feelings her body produced in me, her arse seemed to be gently swallowing my cock, it was tight, extremely tight, in a ring of muscle, then a nice firm caress inside her body along my shaft.

I lay there, feeling her bowels milk my cock dry, and as it went totally limp, it slid out, a faint smell of shit in the air.

We looked at each other, and quietly said, "Wow," together.

"Happy Anniversary," I said as she played with my cock.

I looked at the clock next to the bed, and noticed it was near school out time, I got up from the bed, and she Michaels soon to be anniversary gift, it was wet from our juices. I headed for the bathroom to clean up, where she joined me.

"You made my arse a bit sore," she said, giggling a bit from her post-orgasmic high. "You made me sore inside too, a little bit." We cleaned each other, and then dressed.

As we headed for the car she spoke again a little reflectively, "You realize, I'm going to need you now, regularly."

I stopped and looked at her.

"I will," she said again. "I've never been so, so, full... inside before," her hand unconsciously rubbed her lower belly. It won't ever be the same with Michael, he never could... satisfy me like you just did."

She was nervous; trying to express things she had never in her wildest dreams felt or thought before.

"If you need me, just call me, I'll be there for you."

She nodded, and blushing, we got into the car to pick up her daughters from school.

As I dropped them off at the house again, she took my hand, and holding it gently, she looked into my eyes, and said, "Thanks, for ... well, everything. I will want to see you again, soon."

I nodded, and she left.

I drove back to work, and walked inside, just in time to be collared by a puffed and red-faced boss, his clothes were creased and he generally looked as if he had run a marathon. He had a grin on his face like the cat that got the cream. He pulled me aside and panting told me, "That Tracy, man her hubby's got a wild cat there!" Then he stumbled into his office.

I looked into the reception area, and sure enough Tracy's hair was a little awry, her makeup smudged a bit, her clothes a bit creased.

I walked up to her, pissed off she let Michael fuck her. She was a doll to look at, and a personality to match. She was also naive and trusting, too trusting by appearances.

"Hiya Tracy, Michael told me what you been doing..."

Her head snapped up from her work and she blushed beet red, "What!"

"He told me that you're a wildcat, and that your husband's a lucky man to have a great cock sucker like you."

I lied about that bit, but the smudged lipstick gave it away, along with a single pearly bead of semen in her raven black hair. Her face fell, her shoulders slumped, she was ashamed.

"He said you let him cum inside you and, and with no rubber, nothing." OK I lied about that too, but I knew he wouldn't have used a rubber."Shit, oh shit, now Clint will find out, oh shit he'll kill me!"

She was one worried girl now, and not likely to let Michael into her pants again for a long time to come. I hated that man.

"You just gotta be more careful who you open your legs for, you know. Once you're branded a slut, that follows you, like the wet spot of Michaels cum that staining your skirt right now."

Her hand dove under her skirt, the look on her face told me I was right, she had leaked, and it was showing. The shamed, crestfallen appearance of her made me feel sorry for her. And, incredibly horny, I was remembering Michael's own wife, a few minutes ago, as I went back on my own slops for seconds.

"If you head for the ladies, I'll follow you there so no one notices it, and you can clean up a bit."

She flashed me a smile as if I had rescued her from death, and I followed her to the ladies restroom, and headed to the security room, to check the tapes. Our company has CCTV in each room on the premises, although not even our boss knows about it yet, because I put them in, and hid the cameras. I did it initially because my lunch was getting nicked on me, but soon found that spying on the other employees made interesting entertainment. And the steamier subject matter I sold for a profit. And recently I've made a nice little bundle on black mail.

All told, I make enough cash money from the activities of the co-workers; I don't really need to work, except I wouldn't have access to the cameras, and now my boss was firing me. That meant an end to my sex videos I sold. He had to pay.

I Thought about this a lot, as I flicked through the tapes, finding the one, Michaels favorite room, the room we used especially for sales and meetings, it had the only locking door in the building, apart from his office.

Tracy was lead into the room, reluctantly, at the start of lunch break, according to the time on the recording, Michael dropped his [ants and offered his cock to Tracy, who looked at it and then went to move away. He got mad and grabbed one of her large breasts, and twisted it hard. She knelt and sucked. When he pulled out of her mouth after thirty seconds or so, and shot his cum in her face, he told her to bend over.

She looked reluctant, but he grabbed her breast again, and she complied, lifting her heavy denim skirt. He pulled her panties aside, and slid in, pounding away at her for a full minute, (No wonder Michelle said she wouldn't be satisfied by him again, should have called him 'Two Stroke') then he went frenzied, and stopped, pulled out of her, and wiped himself clean on her skirt, slapped her backside and walked out of the room, leaving the door open while she tried to fix her clothes.

In my opinion, Tracy was raped. I ran a few older tapes through the machine, and chanced across one, three months old, where Michael and Tracy were drinking in the room, rather she was, he looked like he was, but wasn't, Tracy passed out and Michael wasted no time opening her clothes, she had great tits, awesome, heavy pearl white globes, tiny nipples, pink areolas, ginger brown pubic thatch, and best of all, big fat bald pussy lips. I watched as he got out a cheapo Polaroid camera, and snapped a few pictures, then wanked himself hard, and holding her pussy open, slid in, and snapped a few 'penetration' pics.He put the camera down, and fucked her, just held her tits, and fucked her, until he came, he pulled out of her, and squirted his cum onto her pussy, all over those lovely fat pussy lips of hers, and then took some more pics. He paused a moment, wanking himself hard again, he couldn't do it, he managed only a half one, and laid his cock inside her open mouth, and snapped some more photos. That done, he dressed, and left the room, with the door open.

I thought that was the end of it, she would wake up, get dressed, and go home, the time on the tape showed well after 7 pm, so it was obviously after work. The tape flickered as the motion sensor cut the recording (It saves wasting tape on an empty room.) Then the picture came back, the janitor was in the room, looking at the still unconscious girl, naked and obviously recently used.

He checked her breathing, then tentatively touched one of her splendid breasts, she didn't respond, so he started to grope her in earnest, squeezing his cock through his pants as he did. Then he stopped, pulled his cock out of his pants, and moved between her open legs, and lined up the fattest cock I ever saw with her open pussy. It took him several attempts to get it totally inside her, but he did, and he could fuck, he pumped away at her for nearly half an hour, before pulling out of her, and cumming all over the table next to her.

He cleaned up the room, made a halfhearted attempt at fixing her clothes, and left.

Shortly after, Tracy regained consciousness, she sat on the table a while, holding her head and tenderly rubbing her well stretched pussy, then got up and left, she walked slightly bow legged now.

I was hard as a rock watching her being raped.

Don't get me wrong, I am dead against rape. But these were two people I work with, and one I don't, he just happened by and used her.

It sickened me, and exited me.

I grabbed as many tapes as I could fit into my jacket pockets, and left my secret alcove.

As I walked down the corridor, I bumped into Tracy, literally.

She squealed as the edge of one of my video cassettes jabbed deeply into her breast.

"What the hell have you got in your coat?" She asked, rubbing her breast I thought fast, her husband was still out of town, I was losing my job, she would most likely lose hers now, if she didn't quit after what I had said. I made a decision.

"I've got the tapes of you and Michael, security tapes, you might like a look, there's more to it than you think, and you aught to know."

She flushed deep scarlet, from the bottom of her neck to the roots of her hair.

I spoke again, "I'm not going to black mail you like he is, Ill give the tapes to you, but you have to come to my house first, and I need to talk with you."

She gasped, at the mention of black mail, but nodded her agreement. She would come.

I left early, she left on time, because she arrived at my house nearly an hour after I did.I don't have a TV; I have a laser projector, bought with my ill-gotten gains, that uses a whole wall as a screen.

I raced around the house, throwing out old pizza boxes, beer cans, booze bottles and the usual debris found in a teenage kids house, getting it ready, as if it was a first date.

Tracy pulled up at the front; I let her in before she could knock.

"What is this about?" was her first question.

"You should know, I've got every room at work under surveillance, so I know what goes on."

Her eyes widened, "How... Why?"

"Some one was knocking off my lunch, and I wanted to find out who," I said with a shrug. "But I found out more than I thought, and I sell some tapes now and then, it pays for this," I waved my hand around the room.

I motioned to the living room, "Come in, sit down, have a drink, whatever you like, I'm putting on the tape." I walked to the projector to start it, she headed for the drinks fridge, pulling out a UDL, a premixed bourbon and cola, and came to the only seat in the room, I started the tape, and we sat down side by side to watch.

She gasped as the tape started, startled to see her self, twice as large as life, entering the sales room with Michael. She drank deeply on her can. She watched as Michael went about his business on the film, stripping, raping, posing, then left her naked and open on the table. "The bastard," she kept repeating under her breath.

The tape flicked, and the janitor appeared in the scene now. Tracy choked on her drink as she watched him maul her unconscious body in the film. There were tears freely running down her face as she watched the cleaner feeding is oversized cock into her, and pound away. For the whole time, all she did was mutter curses and threats of vengeance against the men. The tape flicked off. I got up, gave Tracy a straight shot of bourbon, and changed the tape, putting in today's effort.

We watched in silence as she was again forced into a nonconsensual sex act. When she saw the expression on Michael's face as he was wiping himself clean on her skirt, she threw her drink at the wall, it hit where his head was in the film, the and screamed.

"You bastard, you using, uncaring SHIT!"

Then she sat down again, and curled into a ball, sobbing her eyes out. I moved toward her to comfort her.

"Get away from me you perverted shit, you filmed this, you are as bad as he is!"

I let it go, and got her another drink, I held the can out to her, figuring if she threw the can, it would do less damage than another of my shot glasses.

"I want to get him for what he did to you, if you give that tape to the police, and tell them about what he is doing to you, hell go to jail, for sure, that's outright rape."

Tracy stopped her crying, and looked up at me."He told me... he said I got drunk, and... I loved it."

I sat down again.

"He said... he said I asked him to take the pictures, to prove how big his cock is in me."

I let her tell her story.

"I didn't know the cleaner... did it... too. I thought it was all Michael."

I held her hand as she talked now.

"You know," She looked up at me through her tears, "I always wondered why he never felt that big, and why I was so sore after that night. The freakin cleaner..."

"You want to tell me what exactly went on?" I asked, getting up to turn the lights back on.

"Yeah, OK, It was after I sold that big J. Grant account, I made the company a cool half a million, Michael asked me to stay back, he wanted to celebrate, he had something special for me."

"He sure did, by the look of it," I added.

"Yeah, after, he showed me the photos he took, and threatened to show them to Clint, my husband, if I quit my job, I was offered a better one, but he wanted to keep me here. Then it started to be sex too, then he made me suck his stinking cock as well."

"And now he brags about you to everyone" I added

"I used to love sucking Clint off, now I cant face the thought of seeing his cock near my face."

I looked at her, a picture of helplessness, venerable, young, learning the hard way, and suffering for it.

I took a deep breath, it was now or never, I asked her, " Will you help me pay the bastard back, before we give the tapes to the cops?"

"Just tell me how!" Tracy agreed readily.

We talked way into the night, discussing, rejecting plan after plan, until we agreed on one. A simple plan, it would involve a bit of camera know how, but it would make an impression on Michael he would carry to his grave.

At two am we got up from the couch, well drunk, wobbly legs. Tracy fell against me, her soft breasts pushing into me. I steadied her, and suggested she stay the night. She agreed, and I showed her to the bedroom.

"You don't have a spare bed?" She asked.

"There's plenty of floor," I offered.

"What the ... I got nothing you haven't seen already," she stripped off, and flopped into bed. I stripped and joined her.

We lay there, I cuddled her from behind, gently roaming my hands over her luscious body. She smelled of soap, and booze. I played with her breasts, and she moaned gently.

"Mmm, I like that."

I groped her openly now, squeezing and pulling her breasts, feeling their weight, pulling her tiny nipples gently, making them stand out hard from her soft body.

She rolled over in my arms and wrapped a leg around me, pulling her bush against my belly. I slid a hand down between her open thighs, feeling her fat pussy lips, parting them, and tugging tenderly on her pink inner lips, making her hips buck against me.

I guided my very hard cock into her wet ready sex, feeling her lips part to accommodate me.

Tracy rolled over now, pushing me onto my back, and sliding the full length of my pole into herself at the same time.

"Mmmm, a girl could use this a lot" She cooed softly as she worked herself up and down, back and forwards, grinding into my pubic bone.

I could feel the entrance of her innermost parts, her womb, as it rode on the tip of my cock.

I filled her perfectly.

I couldn't last long, Id been hard for half a day nearly, and been screwing the rest it seemed.

Tracy came before I did, barely. I felt a tide of goose pimples climb her skin, starting at her hips, and rising up her body, over her breasts, making them lift and harden, up to her face, as she orgasamed.

Then I came, deep inside her, jetting my seed directly against her womb.

She sat atop me, black hair framing her face, panting, looking into my face.

"You know, you're the second man I ever made love to, in my life."

"Yeah? Really?"

"Yeah. Clint was my first, when we were fifteen, then Michael raped me, so that doesn't count, I never wanted it with him, ever, and now you. I wouldn't kick you out of bed, you know, you're pretty good."

I grinned in the early morning light.

"Its five am, you got three hours before work, you want to sleep?"

"OK, Mr. Sensible," Tracy lay gently on my chest, my cock still embedded inside her, her big soft breasts against my chest, and we slept.

We woke early, Tracy cleaned herself up and got off to work, I called in sick, and took off to visit a friend of mine, Craig. His father owned a funeral parlor, and it was rumored he got off on corpses.

I wasn't sure about that, but it was believable.

He was a huge man, I stand six foot seven, he towers over me. He also has three stainless steel teeth that make him look evil, his hair does nothing to help either, the sides of his head are shaved, and he rest is pulled into a waist length pony tail that hangs between his shoulders.

Craig is the best friend I ever had. I flogged him once, when I was drunk, and aiming at suicide. He respect me now, and I him.

I called on him, and told him of the plan Tracy and I had agreed on. He got really wound up at the thought of it.

We went back to my house and set up a couple of cameras, hooking them into a direct feed line to the laser projector.

We organized rope, a soft cloth rope, one used for tent guys, and a couple of ball type gags, big ones. Last of all, we ran around like mad digging up as many digital cameras as we could get our hands on.

Finally, we were ready.

Tracy just had to do her bit now, and I had no doubt she would. She was going to invite Michael, Michelle and the Janitor over to my house, for a night of 'going over old times', a 'company celebration'.

Evening fell, Michael and Michelle arrived, I let them in, gave them drinks, we sat and talked, listened to some music, and waited for the others.

Tracy arrived, and shortly after, the janitor. This surprised Michael, to see him show up, but he said nothing. We were getting comfortable, Michelle was obviously interested in me again, being her first 'fling', she wasn't too subtle in her intentions, but Michael, totally trusting her to be too stupid to have her own mind, didn't notice.

I waited for her to go to the kitchen, and got up slightly after to follow. I flicked the outside light switch as I went past, a signal for Craig. I heard the front door open as I closed the kitchen door to give Michelle and I some privacy. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed, deeply. I pushed her back against the sink, lifting her red cocktail dress and sliding my hands under her underwear to finger her wet sex.

She wrapped her arms around me, and opened her legs a bit wider for me.

I heard the sounds of scuffling in the living room, and knew it was time to sneak her outside and take her around to my bedroom, we would go in by the French windows.

I did exactly that, after first opening her dress totally, so she would pay less attention to any noise Craig was making inside.

We slipped inside the bedroom, after a giggling dash through my back garden, Michelle's boobs were exposed all the way, and she was horny, we stopped to kiss and fondle twice on the way, I removed her gown the second stop, so she was clad in skimpy underwear as we snuck into the room.

I made an excuse, and left to see that everything was going OK in the living room, I got there to see Craig, wearing a balaclava, with the Janitor and Michael tied up and Gagged, laying on the floor. Tracy was sitting in the corner of the room, listening to the music, calmly drinking her soft drink.

I made the OK sign and they both smiled.

Craig lifted Michael up and bodily carried him to the sofa, dumping him belly first across the back of it, so his bum was in the air, and his face was on the seat. Tracy grabbed some cushions ad put them under his chin, so he could see the wall better.

Craig went to work on Michaels clothes with a knife, cutting them from his bound body, running his huge gnarly hands over Michaels flabby white body as he exposed it. Michael tried franticly to struggle free, but was quieted with a massive blow to his kidney area.

He gasped in pain around the ball gag.

Tracy followed me to my bedroom, waiting outside until I gave her another prearranged signal.

I went in, and smiled naughtily at Michelle, "The boys are busy for a while, we wont be disturbed." I hugged and cuddled her, like a long lost lover, the thrill of what we were doing was arousing her.We stripped each other, and I produced a blindfold.

Michelle balked.

"What is this for?"

"I thought, since Michael is out there," I indicated the other room, "You might like to say honestly, you saw nothing, ahhh, untoward."

Michelle giggled, and I slipped the blindfold on.

I opened the door to let Tracy in at the same time.

She came in, armed with a video camera, the one connected to the laser projector. I slipped on a satin mask, and lay Michelle gently on the bed. I kissed her lips, and then her breasts, Tracy started the camera, and I knew Michael was seeing is wife now, willingly giving herself to someone else.

I whispered " Tell me, how it feels, am I better than Michael?"

"Oooohhh God yes," I kissed her lower belly, at the top of her bush. "OOhhh yeess, like that, please, kiss me there please."

I did, she opened her legs, Tracy focused the camera only on Michelle, on her face and upper half of her body. Michelle squirmed and wiggled as I tongued her clit, and sank into her sex as far as my tongue would reach.

I rolled over pulling her on top of me. She rose up on her knees, reaching between her thighs to guide my rigid pole into her sex, totally unaware of Tracy's presence, or the fact that by now, Michael was watching, and himself being penetrated by Craig's massive tool, Craig would also be telling him how good he would look in the pictures he was taking, with his cock wedged in Michael's arse.

Michelle sank onto me, fully, taking my shaft in one slow stroke.

"OOohhh lover, you're so much bigger than Michael. You touch me where he never could."

I wanted to hear that, Michael was watching and listening to this live, larger than life, on the wall in the living room, while he himself was having his own backside reamed. Literally.

I quietly encouraged Michele to vocalize, to tell me what she felt, how she liked it, that she wanted this.

Michelle willingly complied, as her passion and pleasure built, so did her noise, until she screamed through her orgasm. Tracy focused on Michelle's lower parts now, as Michelle came, and my balls contracted as I unloaded my seed inside her.

I lifted Michelle off, and Tracy filmed the cum sliding from her open sex, then she quietly shut of the camera, and left the room. I gave Michelle a spiked drink, to make her sleep for the rest of the night.

As she slept, I dressed, removed my own mask, and slipped out.

Tracy met me outside, and kissed me passionately. "That's so you remember who is better in bed," she whispered.

We walked out to the living room together.

Craig was still sawing away at Michaels soft pudgy arse, obviously enjoying himself. He paused as we entered the room.

"Already?" He asked I nodded.

"It's got to happen sometime," I said.

Craig laughed softly, and a chill ran up my spine, it was a sound of pure evil. Straightening up, he pulled is member from Michaels backside, His cock was huge, Tracy gasped at the sheer size of it.

"Forget it lady," Craig said with a hint of humor in his voice, "this is for men only."

With that, Craig flipped Michael over onto his back, then he forced his legs open again, and started to force his oversized cock into Michaels battered arse again.

As he did, he grasped Michael's cock, surprisingly, it was erect.

"The bastards a closet gay, you knew, look at this," Craig wiggled Michael's cock, "he's loving it!"

Tracy dropped her skirt and panties now, and moved astride Michaels face, she lowered herself onto it, and started to grind her sex, unwashed since we made love, so a bit on the nose now, into it. At first she moved timidly, then as she replayed the visions of her own rape through her head, she moved more vigorously, until she was grinding into his face violently, her own face screwed up into an ugly mask of passion.

Craig was further aroused by watching her and wanked Michaels small cock as he rammed his own oversize member into him.

Tracy achieved her climax, and sat on Michaels face, recovering. She had cum so hard she was piddling on him as she sat there. She realized what was happening, and stopped the flow with an effort getting up to reveal Michael's now very battered face, and a bloody nose from her efforts.

Tracy walked over to the still bound Janitor now, he was facing away from proceedings in the rest of the room, he was only secondary to this, and deserved no enjoyment from watching Michelle's pleasure, or Michaels torture.

Tracy stood astride his body, he lay in the fetal position, and she pissed on him. When she finished, she moved around behind him, and kicked him in the balls, not just once, but repeatedly. I watched, feeling a bit sorry for him, but he had taken advantage of the girl while she was helpless, so it was only fair she have her turn.

"Oh man," Craig half groaned. "Oh man, girl, don't stop, you're my kind of woman, why don't you shit on him now? you're going to make me cum!"

Tracy looked up at Craig, and grinned.

She moved astride the prone janitors form, and squatted over him, and screwing her face up with effort, started to squeeze out a turd onto his head. Its smell filled the room, it landed on his head with a wet thump sound. She wiped her backside on his clothes, and walked off to put her clothes back on, and returned with a fist full of tissues. Kneeling, she wiped the shit all over the janitors face and neck.

When she finished, she stood up, and after tucking the tissues into his pocket, walked off to the bathroom.

I heard the shower start running, then Craig grunted.

"Ungh ahhh, oh man, wow, that is one hot babe you have there man, better than the one we watched on the wall."

He stopped his pumping into Michael's now bloody arse, and after taking a deep breath, pulled out, his cock dribbling cum as he did. He held it so he dribbled cum all over Michaels open arsehole, then, he snapped a few pictures with the digital camera.

Then he rapidly worked his fingers up and down on Michael's erection, making him ejaculate, and snapping photos as he did.

"OK, that's the job done, I got the photos, I busted his lily white arse, and loved every second of it."

"Thanks man, Thanks a lot, I appreciate it," I told him.

"No man, thank you! I got his arse forever now, or I post his pictures all over town. I got a video that is dynamite, and man, his arse gave me such a sore cock, I want him again, now!"I looked down at Michaels slimy, bloody face, and saw the tears running from his eyes as it slowly dawned on him exactly what had happened.

His wife was belonging to me now, and his arse would be getting a regular reaming by Craig and whoever he wanted to lend it to.

His life of using others was over, as of now, and from now on, he would be used.

I left to join Tracy in the shower, Craig would clean up the others, and I figured he would be taking them down to the gay bar to raise a little spending money. He often rented out men there, poor sods who he was teaching a lesson to for some reason or other.

He rented their bodies, used them as male whores.

Michael would have a long, long night ahead of him; the janitor, Craig and the devil would be the only ones who would know.

I opened the bathroom door and was greeted by the scent of shampoo, and woman, and the sight of Tracy naked. I dropped my clothes, and joined her.

As I did, I remembered, I still had Michelle on my bed.

I never was one to question a good thing, just enjoy it.

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