Free Story – Banging My Wife’s Girlfriend

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One lucky dude gets to perform a valuable service.

Rosie, my cute little brunette wife of 15 years, really has a fine head on those trim shoulders and she really knows how to use it for something more than an eager receptacle for my bulging, overheated dick.

She proved that to me a while back when she figured out a way to indulge in one of our favorite fantasies—and get paid for the privilege! I was in the shower one afternoon when I heard her come in. “Martin!” she called, “Martin, where are you?” Now, Rosie never calls me Martin unless she’s angry or wants to talk business. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in the mood for either. I looked down at the throbbing erection held tightly in my clenched fist and groaned.

“I’m in the shower, hon,” I answered in a hoarse voice. The next instant she had yanked back the shower curtain and stood there staring in at me, her tiny hands planted on her pert hips. I managed a guilty grin.

“Oh, Martin,” she fumed. “Are you jerking off again?”

My grin got wider. “Was, baby. Come on in, the water’s fine,” I leered.

For a moment she continued to stand there and glare at me, but then I saw the corners of her mouth begin to twitch and I knew I had her. She giggled as she began fumbling at buttons, hooks and snaps. In less than 30 seconds she stepped in beside me, molding her slim body to my ass. “Here,” she said, reaching around to take my swollen cock from my hand, “let me help you with that.”

There was a long tube of soap gel with the funny little hook over the end for hanging on the shower head. With her free hand, Rosie flipped open the hinged cap and squirted some of the blue gel onto her fingers. She began very slowly to massage it over the length of my rigid tool.

I sighed, leaning back against her warm body as the water splashed against my chest and upper arms like dull needles, heightening my pleasure and making my nipples stand at attention.

When she had finished soaping me, Rosie arched me back against her and let the pulsating shower tickle my thick knob as it washed away the suds. Then she turned me slowly around to face her. Then she gave me her sexy, you’re-in-for-a-treat smile, and sank to her knees on the tiled floor.

Her pink, pointy little tongue flicked the moisture away from my cock, and then she quickly engulfed it with her warm red lips. I took her head in my hands and rocked gently against her as she sucked and licked lovingly over the entire length of my eight-inch prick. A groan escaped my lips as I felt my balls bounce against her chin, and I looked down to see her deep-throating the full eight inches.

The sight was too much, and I stiffened as I felt the first spasms of orgasm begin deep in my loins. Rosie reached up to squeeze tenderly at my balls as she milked load after load of sweet cum from them, lapping up every drop. I reached down to pull Rosie to her feet. She raised those hot, beautiful lips for a kiss, and I quickly crushed them with my own. Thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, I tasted my own cum and Rosie’s own special flavor.

Rosie placed her little hands on my shoulders and began to tug insistently at them. I smiled lazily down at her. Rosie tugged harder, arching her hips against me. “Go down, Moses,” she crooned softly, “Go down, go down.”

I quickly obliged.

Finding Rosie’s juicy love box presented no problem. Several weeks ago, as an experiment, we had taken the razor to her dark bush. Rosie had loved the result, and now kept her mound as clean and slick as a baby’s ass. She shivered as I ran my tongue over her pussy, licking and prodding her throbbing clit. The angle was wrong, so I couldn’t slide my tongue into her aching tunnel; but I inserted two fingers instead.

“Lick me, Marty. Suck me, baby.” As if spurred on by the sound of her own voice, Rosie began fucking my face in earnest. Rosie bounced delightedly against my face in earnest. She gripped my head and shoved it between her rocking thighs, burying me in her soaking pleasure center. I teased and tickled her clit, holding her on the verge of climax until she begged for more.

“Damn it, Marty, eat me. Make me come, please, please!”

I sucked her erect clitoris into my mouth and increased the tempo of my tongue, slapping it back and forth across the sensitive bud. Rosie rubbed and squeezed her firm, full tits, pulling and tweaking at the plump nipples. Then she was shuddering with the force of her release, her body giving up its delicious, fragrant treasures to my hungry, gulping mouth, as she cried out in agonized ecstasy.

I stood and pushed Rosie beneath the cascading water, soaping away the last vestiges of our lust.

Later, we lay side by side in the big old brass bed. Rosie idly traced a path around one of my nipples, occasionally stopping to pinch it gently between her thumb and forefinger. “Marty, do you know how horny you get when we talk about fucking someone else, you know, a threesome?”

“Mmmm,” I acknowledged, wondering what she was leading up to. Instead of telling me what was on her mind, she switched tactics.

“I had lunch with Gloria again today, Martin.” We were back to Martin again. She didn’t appear to be angry, so I knew Rosie wanted to talk a little business.

“Rosemary,” I said formally, switching to her full name, too, “would you quit stalling and tell me what it is that’s on your mind? Does it have something to do with Gloria?”

“Well, yes. She’s so unhappy; it really hurts me to see her so depressed. She wants a baby so badly, and they got the results from Robert’s sperm count today. The odds are about one in a thousand.”

“That’s too bad, but she should have thought of that before she married a guy 35 years older than she is. What did she expect, a 65-year- old fucking machine?

 “Oh, Marty, it isn’t that. Gloria says Rob’s as much a stud as a man half his age, he just can’t make her a baby.”

“Christ, Rosie. They’re rolling in dough. Why doesn’t she go to one of those fertility clinics? Hasn’t she ever heard of artificial insemination?”

“Well, Rob won’t agree to that. He doesn’t trust those places; he says there’s no telling what kind of kid she might have. You know, he’s pretty eccentric in his way of thinking.”

She leaned down to nip at my breast with her sharp little teeth. I groaned, feeling old faithful rise to the occasion.

“Rosie,” I said, hoping to bring the conversation to a quick conclusion. “I’m glad you’re so concerned about your friend, but how does this concern us? I don’t see any way we can help.”

“Oh, but there is a way, Marty.” Rosie quickly sketched out her plan.

Gloria thought she could get her husband to agree to artificial insemination if he could have a choice in the donor. There was another catch too. Robert, a powerful, aggressive business tycoon, had lost a good portion of his prestige in the business world over the past few years because of health issues. He thought, and his advisers agreed, that getting his beautiful, sexy, young wife pregnant would help him regain some of that prestige. For this reason, the donor would have to be somewhat similar to him in appearance; specifically, he had to be reasonably tall and, above all, have red hair.

Rosie tugged at my own carrot top to emphasize her point. A nice fat fee would be involved, half at the time of insemination, half upon the birth of the child.

“How much of a fee, Rosie?” I asked, not entirely sold on the idea of being put to stud service.

“Ten thousand dollars.”

I gave a low whistle. Ten thousand dollars for a little of my cum to squirt up the lady’s lovely, eager cunt? That worked out to roughly a few thousand an ounce. I stuck out my chest and preened a little. “There’s gold in them thar balls.”

“There’s something else too, Marty,” Rosie continued, dropping her hand down to caress my rapidly hardening cock. “Why would it have to be by artificial insemination? Somehow, I get the impression Gloria wouldn’t mind if we had a little hot fun along the way. After all, you’re going to be well paid, so what would be wrong with enjoying our work?”

I caught my breath. Rosie and I talk a lot about our fantasies. And she knew how much I wanted to see her heart-shaped little mouth ping itself around a dripping pussy, while our “dream-partner” gobbled my turgid cock. Rosie dreamed of holding our partner’s ass cheeks apart while I mounted her and rode her doggy-style and, if the chick was willing, greasing her ass for a little dirty pool. So far, talk is as far as we’ve gone.

I stared at Rosie, at the sweet, deceiving innocence of her dark eyes. Rosie stared back. “We’ll do it,” I managed to croak, shoving her over onto her back and ramming my rock-hard dick into her moist tunnel.

The images Rosie had created danced around in my mind as Rosie pulled my head down to whisper into my ear exactly what we would do with that rich bitch Gloria, once we got her into our bed. Rosie met each thrust, first tightening then releasing her talented pussy, as she talked us both into frenzy.

All too soon, Rosie moaned and clung to me, arching her back under me as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through her, the sucking, mouth-like motion of her cunt quickly drawing my white-hot cum from my spasming cock.

We collapsed against each other in total completion. I rose up on one elbow to look down into Rosie’s smiling face.

“One question, baby. Has this chick been coming on to you?” I asked jealously.

Rosie’s quick burst of laughter filled the room. “No, silly. But I think I’m coming on to her!”

We went about our usual routine over the next few days, but I don’t think Rosie’s little plot was very far from either of our minds. The idea was to go along with the “artificial insemination” charade until we got Gloria over to our place, and then just let nature take its course. If it worked, Robert would never know the difference. The timing was perfect. With our own kids away at summer camp, we had the entire house to ourselves.

On Monday night Rosie met me at the door. “She’s coming,” she hissed, giggling with excitement. “Gloria’s coming over tonight!” I felt my prick bump against my tight jeans in randy anticipation.

By the time Gloria arrived, Rosie and I had consumed two very stiff drinks each. And from the flush on her cheeks, I guessed that Gloria had downed a few herself. Rosie made a fresh round for all of us, and we sat around in awkward silence for a few minutes.

Gloria quickly drained her glass and handed it to me for a refill. Her eyes seemed drawn to the raging hard-on now barely contained inside my pants. She continued to stare as I walked back toward her and extended the now-brimming glass. As she reached up to take it, her hand brushed against the bulge I had deliberately placed within easy reach. Her gaze traveled slowly up my body to look deeply into my eyes.

“Would you like to take your drink into the bedroom?” I asked gently. “Rosie will help you get undressed.”

She stumbled a little as Rosie helped her from the chair and guided her toward our bedroom. I waited in the living room as Rosie put Phase II of our plan into operation. This step would determine whether I would empty my aching balls into the sterile petrie dish Gloria had thoughtfully brought along, or into luscious Gloria herself.

Rosie fairly skipped back in to join me. “It’s working!” she gloated. “She’s so hot, she’s practically squirming all over the bed! I folded her clothes as she undressed, and Marty, her panties tell me she’s ready to rock!” Rosie picked up her drink and finished it. “I told her to just lie there and finish her drink and relax. Before leaving the room, I leaned over to give her a friendly kiss, and Marty, she kissed me back!” Maybe she was just feeling a bit ‘friendly’ too.

“Marty, I’ll go check on her; you get ready for Phase 2.”

I slipped out of my clothes, following Rosie’s command. My cock sprang gratefuIly free of the confining material. It took a lot of will power to keep from pumping it a little but I restrained myself manfuIly. I stepped to the bedroom door and listened for a moment.

“Let me just check you, honey, to see if we need to use a little lubrication. We’ll have to insert that hypodermic syringe way up inside you, you know, to shoot Marty’s sperm way up in there,” Rosie was saying.

“Oh, sounds nice,” Gloria moaned.

“Feel good, honey?” Rosie asked in a soft, sensuous tone.

“Oh, yes, Rosie, it feels real good.”

I almost spoiled the whole thing by shooting my load right there in the dark hallway, just listening to those two getting it on in there. I shoved the door open and stepped inside.

“What’s going on in here?” I asked. Gloria’s eyes went immediately to my stiff, protruding ramrod. Rosie snatched her fingers from her friend’s throbbing bush and jumped up in mock embarrassment.

“We were just getting Gloria ready, honey.”

I stalked over to the bed, my cock hanging within inches of Gloria’s face. “I’ll just bet you were,” I said, gazing into Gloria’s round, fascinated eyes. “You’re after my wife, aren’t you? That’s what you came here for really, isn’t it? Were you trying to get her to eat your pussy?” From the other side of the bed, Rosie gave me a slow wicked wink.

Rosie dropped down on the bed beside her. “Of course I was, baby,” she said, patting Gloria’s arm, and then moving her hand over to cup one large, ripe breast. “You just calm down, honey. Marty, you’re frightening her.”

Gloria’s eyes remained on my knob. “Am I really scaring you?” I challenged, thrusting my hips forward.

Gloria slowly shook her head no. I took my cock in my hand and held it before her eyes. “This is what you really came for isn’t it, little Gloria? We know you want my cum, but is that all you want?”

She lay for a moment without speaking. I pushed my dick against her face. “Well, answer me, isn’t this what you came for?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “yes, oh yes.” She turned her head to lick lovingly at my dick. Rosie smiled triumphantly at me, and then lowered her head to take one dark, erect nipple into her mouth. Gloria moaned, and I slipped my cock into the warm recesses of her mouth.

Rosie was in second heaven, slurping on first one plump boob and then the other, finally pushing them together and trailing her tongue back and forth across the two nipples. Then she released them to let her tongue wander down across Gloria’s glistening abdomen to the blonde thatch between her legs. I was close to popping, so I had to pull out of Gloria’s mouth as Rosie bent her dark head and inserted that talented tongue into Gloria’s eager pussy.

As Gloria pumped her voluptuous hips against Rosie’s head, I took my turn lapping at those terrific tits. “Oh my god,” Gloria moaned, as she reached a shattering climax. Rosie held on and rode her like a trooper, making her come again and again, as she slurped up the river of juices Gloria poured over her.

When Rosie at last puIled her face from Gloria’s sopping snatch, I leaned over and licked the wealth of warm pussy cream from Rosie’s face. Rosie smiled at me as if saying, “All right, you got your fantasy. It’s my turn now!”

Rosie helped Gloria to roll over onto her stomach, and then pulled her butt high into the air. “Come on, baby,” she said to me. “Fuck her good. That’s what we’re here for.”

Rosie lovingly spread those firm ass cheeks and positioned my cock at the opening of her friend’s cunt. Then she leaned down to plant a wet kiss on my throbbing rod, before kneeling by the bed for a close look at the action.

I began with a slow steady rhythm, but both women soon cried out, begging for more; and I really poured on the steam. I gave her the full eight inches, drawing it almost out again, then ramming it home once more as my balls slapped against her naked ass. Gloria grunted and moaned with the force of each inward thrust, and she was loving it. I felt her fingers brush against my legs and balls as she finger-fucked herself.

Rosie looked on in sheer joy, while jamming her fingers in and out of her own dripping cunt. We all three exploded in such perfect synchronization that it would be hard to say which of us lost their load first. I cannonballed shot after shot of hot, sticky cum into my very willing target, while Gloria beat her pussy into a frenzy of orgasm. Rosie moaned in pleasure as she jerked herself off and watched our frantic fucking on the bed. We collapsed into a sodden tangle of arms and legs and sweaty bodies.

Then the girls left me to go take a shower, and I felt my cock ripening again as I thought about what they might be doing to each other in there. When they returned, they looked at each other across my stiffening member. “Go get him, baby,” Rosie urged.

Gloria promptly climbed on top of me and slowly speared herself with my rigid pole. Rosie climbed on too, straddling my face with her cunt and reaching out to tweak and pull at Gloria’s ripe tits. I was a happy prisoner of love as those two fuck-happy bitches worked me over.

I nursed Rosie’s clit like a starving infant, and was soon rewarded by the liquid flow of cum as she sky­ rocketed wave after wave onto my face and into my eager mouth. Sated, she moved off of me and slid down to suck on Gloria’s swollen nipples, inserting a finger into the girl’s hot blonde bush.

From my submissive, reclining position, I could only watch as Gloria pumped her ass faster and faster over my rock-hard prick, and Rosie fucked the living daylights out of that fuzzy cunt with one long slim finger. I stiffened suddenly, ramming my cock hard into her dark, wet pussy as my milky cum spurted up into her in long, jolting splashes.

Rosie increased the motion of her phallic finger, and soon Gloria was joining us in orgasmic glory. We were one very tired, very happy group that night as we kissed each other a fond goodbye.

Gloria returned to us every night that week, as she and Rosie had planned. It was Gloria’s peak period of fertility, and the girls were sure our fucking would bear the fruit we so eagerly sought. Then, for nearly six weeks, we didn’t see Gloria.

When we did finally call, you can bet we were quick to invite her over to our house.

I could tell by the gloating look on Gloria’s face as I opened the door to her that evening that our strategy had worked. I handed her a drink and she handed me 50 crisp, new 100-dollar bills. “You get the rest on delivery of the merchandise,” she said with a twinkle in her blue eyes, “in about another eight months, I’d say!” She suddenly averted her eyes as they filled with tears.

 “I wanted to tell you two in person,” she said, “and I thought…” she paused and seemed embarrassed.

“You thought we might have a farewell fuck?” Rosie asked, not embarrassed in the slightest.

“Y-yes,” Gloria stammered.

So we got to enjoy some last farewell sex, indulging our every secret fantasy, with Gloria a more than willing and eager participant. Rosie got to live out her ultimate desire as, with Gloria’s permission, she pulled my dripping cock from her friend’s pussy, and guided me into Gloria’s tight little ass.

Gloria spent that entire night with us as we sucked and fucked the hours away. For Rosie and me, and for Gloria as well, it was a dream come true.

We don’t see much of Gloria anymore. The experience would have been well worth it, even without the money.