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"So what's your answer?"

I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe the situation in front of me. free free tv chennals pics, girls pics movies, kissing girls links, avi, mpg, mpeg, vivo, video, live show, liveshow, girls pics cam, free, archive, galleries, tgp, thumbs, thumbnails, free liveshow pic, wet place, free girls pics, free sites, free cumshot pics, teen girls pics, nasty teens, girls pics galleries, wetplace, free tv chennals photos, liveshow teens , young models, asian livetv, gay cumshot, abbey, action, kissing girls, amateur, live free tv, babes, beach, blowjob, bondage, cartoons, celebrity, cumshots, cute, ebony, fetish, music tv, girls, group, lesbian, mature, oral, panties, liveshow picstars, liveradio, teen, tits, voyeur, weird, What's my answer? Oh Jesus. I looked at my beautiful young wife. The look of shock was more than I could bear. How the hell had it all come to this. Fifteen minutes before, we were as happy as we had ever been, but now... the situation had taken a horrific turn.

I had been trying to find an investor for our store for months. I had not had any luck. I was turned down by every bank and investor in the state, and believe me I tried them all. We were over $30,000 in debt. We were on the verge of losing everything. The next week, it would all be over.

We thought Mr Sherman, Buddy as him friends called him, was the answer to our prayers. He was very interested in our store. He had the money, and he had so many great ideas that would make our store successful. It was too good to be true.

He came to the store one afternoon. He was a big burly man with gray slicked back hair and a nicely developed beer gut. He was a very intimidating looking man, but when he talked, he was warm and friendly. We talked for hours. I eventually asked him to come to our house for dinner. He said he would be delighted.

I called my wife immediately and told her the good news. She was overwhelmed. She said she was going to go start the best dinner she ever served. She hung up abruptly, out of excitement, but I didn't mind. Debra, my Debbie, was the sweetest little thing in the world. I met her in college. That was only 4 years ago. Now, at the age of 27, she was as beautiful as ever. She had blonde hair and the biggest blue eyes that I had ever seen. She was a runner and had long muscular legs. Her body was incredibly tight, and her breasts were fairly large for her petite frame. She was gorgeous.

I picked up Buddy at his apartment around 7 and we headed for my house. I was incredibly excited. Debbie met us at the door. She was stunning. Her long hair was french braided and she wore a knee-length white skirt with a matching top that left her shoulders bare. She gave Buddy a big hug and told us dinner would be ready shortly.

Buddy and I sat down for drinks and we talked about our new partnership. He was very charming. Dinner was served and Debbie was amazing. She smiled teasingly and kept Buddy smiling, which I thought was great. Keep him happy, that was the key.

After dinner we were still sitting at the table talking, when all of sudden Buddy said "Well now, I would like to talk about some of the conditions of my giving you this very large amount of money." The friendly smile had changed. Now the smile was almost evil looking, and that was when the good feelings turned bad. He gave a horrible speech. First he told me in detail how bad off I was. He knew about the debts and how much I was about to lose. Then he explained how important he was. He was business associates of all the banks and most of the investors in the tristate area. If he refused us a loan after looking into our little business, we would never be able to find financial backing. It was a big deal that he was looking at our store, and everybody took notice of his investments. It was now all up to him. I was impressed, but very confused.

The next sentence out of his mouth almost put me in an early grave. "The deal is almost cinched, but I only want one thing before I sign. I want to music tv Debbie."

I couldn't believe it. I looked straight down at my plate and thought about everything he had said. It was all true. So music tving true. Nobody said anything for about a minute and Buddy said "So what's your answer?"

I couldn't speak. It was just all too much. There were a thousand things going through my mind and felt like I was going to puke if my head didn't explode first. "Well?" Buddy asked. "I -- I -- I -- "

"OK" I heard Debbie's feeble voice say.

I turned to her in disbelief. Had she really said that?

"I'll do it." She said with a tear running down her beautiful cheek.

"Great!" said Buddy. He got up from his chair and walked around to Debbie. He pulled her chair out and she stood up. She stood facing the table and Buddy was behind her. He pulled the straps of her top down over her shoulders, exposing her beautiful breasts. I couldn't take my eyes away, and I was powerless to stop them. Debbie had tears running down both cheeks now as Buddy reached around her and squeezed her breasts with both hands. He placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down so that she was bent over the table right in front of me. I was in shock. Buddy lifted her skirt and pulled her white lace panties down. He unzipped his pants and let them fall down around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear and he was already hard. His tv was at least 8 inches long and very thick with large veins. I had a perfect view of it all. He spat into his hand and rubbed it on his huge tv. With one motion, he buried himself into my wife's dry liveradio. Debbie grabbed 2 handfuls of the tablecloth and bit her lip as her liveradio was stretched to accommodate Buddy's member.

Buddy wasted no time. He pounded my wife's liveradio hard and fast. I wanted him to die. I couldn't believe I was just sitting there watching this. Every time he thrust into her she would whimper. I think this just fueled his fire, because he music tved her harder. She was getting louder. As he pushed his tv into her, she kept saying "Oh...no...Oh God no.." It seemed to never end. He just kept music tving her and she kept crying and trying not to scream. It was horrible. He music tved her for 10 minutes straight, with her crying and me watching as if in some kind of trance. He wasn't using any protection, what about diseases? I thought. Oh God how had this happened? He slowed down and moaned loudly. With one final thrust, he came in my wife's ravaged liveradio. I knew then I couldn't live with this. That horrible man came in my wife. She wasn't on the pill and not using any kind of protection. The thought of that man's cum filling my wife's insides. Oh my God. I watched as he pulled his throbbing tv out of my wife. When he pulled it out, a stream of cum ran down her leg. She didn't move, she just laid there liveshow on the table with Buddy's semen running down her legs.

Buddy said that he was now convinced that my business was worth his while. He pulled up his pants and tucked his shirt back in. He gave Debbie a good smack on the ass and said " You're incredible baby." He turned to me and said that he would fax over some papers for me to sign in the morning.

He left us sitting at the dinner table. My wife just lay there crying and I sat there for over an hour before I helped her up and got her to the bathroom for a shower. As we lay in bed that night, neither of us talked. We both knew we couldn't live with what had happened. Our marriage was over. All of our dreams went down the toilet. Buddy never sent any papers and I never heard from him again.

The End.


This is my first short story. I am a man that is truly fascinated by watching other men music tv my wife. I don't know when it started, but it is always on my mind. Maybe I'm just sick, but if you like this story please e-mail me at

 

My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40 only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her belly from childbirth and the fact she basically only has nipples for breasts.

Having been married to two sluts before my current wife, I knew she was a slut of world-class proportions. I also knew the only way to keep a slut faithful was to keep her appetite for 'strange' satisfied. I was also to the point where my wife music tving others was less hurtful than her cheating on me. In fact I had so convinced myself with this, I was all time asking my wife to open up girls picsually to threesomes and swinging and the like.

I had images of her in my mind on her knees, in a room full of men waiting to use her willingly free tving mouth. I also fantasized of her on a bed moaning her lust, her legs in the air, while strange men with large tvs took turns music tving her. But I couldn't get her to go there.

We had fought on the issue on numerous occasions, but my fears of her growing restless and cheating on me would not allow me to give the issue a rest even if I couldn't bring it up to her. I decided I must skillfully guide her to the first event and then she would probably go there willingly. I set about devising a plan.

Besides being gorgeous, my wife is a social animal. We regularly entertain friends at our home, where my talents at the BBQ grill are used to their utmost. This time I intended to use more than my talents at the grill to gain enjoyment for our guests, my wife, and myself.

I have over the years been able to get my wife to loosen up on her attire some. When we met she dressed rather frumpishly. She usually looked like the President of the local School Marm's Association. A lot of this had to do with body image, and though I never successfully argued that a man didn't care what you looked like, gross obesity aside, if his tv was in your mouth or your liveradio, she wouldn't relent. She stated her reluctance to wear girls picsy clothing stemmed from the background of a wife of a low paying military man not being able to afford girls picsy clothing and she had no desire to dress "trashy and flashy".

I was able to counter those arguments when my small-business began to thrive and year in and year out draw in revenues in the multiple 6-figure range. So she could now afford anything. I countered the "trashy and flash" by purchasing girls picsy, yet classy clothing for her at Christmas one year and when she liked what I had purchased explained to her this wasn't "trashy and flashy", yet was still girls picsy.

She had gradually changed in the way she dressed. Her skirts had gotten shorter, which looked great with her long tanned legs, and she had gradually moved toward only wearing thong panties. For the party we were currently planning, I asked her to wear a recently purchased black mini-skirt. I didn't ask her to wear a specific blouse, feeling she should have the choice, to select as conservative a blouse as she wanted to help her feel comfortable in her dress and not draw attention in her mind to the extremely short skirt.

When I came through the bedroom as she was dressing and I saw her putting on pantyhose, I asked her if they were necessary. I explained this was an informal get together and she should be comfortable in her dress and that her legs were already nicely tanned this year and hoses of any kind shouldn't be necessary. I would have liked it ok if she had chosen lace-top thigh highs, but none were better than pantyhose (my view of the modern chastity belt). She agreed one less waistband would be more comfortable and returned the pantyhose to her lingerie drawer. Now phase I of my plan was in place and the rest could proceed.

Some of our friends were married couples and some were single. We hadn't gravitated away from singles once we married as so many couples do and the single guys and gals were a regular part of our entertaining. I had singled out a young black male co-worker as my 'partner in crime' as my wife had a fantasy about big black tvs music tving her. Gerome was his name and I explained my plan to him and detailed his part in the plan, and he eagerly agreed to participate. I had known he would, for I had seen him undress my wife with his eyes more than once. I guess the vision of a strong burly black man music tving a petite blond white girl wasn't just a white man fantasy.

So the plan was in place as the guests started to arrive for a late afternoon BBQ. The ribs were sizzling in the smoker, and a large pitcher of Top Shelf Margarita's was chilling in the fridge. My wife liked these especially well, and I did too because with three shots of booze and three shots of mix per drink, one didn't have to drink many to feel the effect. As she poured for the first of our guests, she politely poured herself one and began to imbibe. My wife, ever the dutiful hostess, kept glasses topped off and, congenially, drank right along keeping pace with her guests. By the time the ribs were served with the fixings, she was starting to feel the effect as she had consumed several of the potent tvtails, on an empty stomach. I cautioned her to slow her consumption. I wanted her relaxed and slightly buzzed, but not passing out drunk.

After the meal and some socializing, the couples started to drift toward the door. I had hoped the free-flowing liquid refreshment would encourage hasty departures and it had worked. The single males however were all staying put. They all knew the grand plan, though not the detail, for their involvement would be spontaneous.

After all the couples had left and only several single males remained, Gerome asked if we could retire to the den for some movies on the 52" home theatre system we had recently purchased. After he had briefly reviewed our impressive library of videos, he asked me, in a manner my wife could hear if I had any skin flicks? I said yes and went to the stash in the master bedroom. I chose one that had the semblance of a plot to it, hoping to keep my wife interested in it.

When I returned the sweet yet acrid smell of Pot was floating in the room. I had told Gerome to try to get my wife to smoke some. I knew this always made her horny, but she was on again off again about its use. As I entered the room, she was taking a big hit off the joint Gerome had passed her. She passed it to me and I hit on it then passed it on.

We continued to pass the joint around the room until it was gone. All totaled my wife took three hits off the joint. In her desire to be a good hostess, she had joined right in which was what I had hoped for. I told the guys to settle in and put the video in the VCR. It was about a young woman taken captive by a biker gang and forced to serve them girls picsually, but who overtime, comes to enjoy her role. It had all the elements I needed. Multiple partners, and interracial music tving. I threw a pillow on the floor beside the sofa, and lay down on my belly to watch. I gestured for my wife to join me. Though partially drunk and partially stoned, she managed a very ladylike decent to the floor beside me in the short dress she was wearing. I snuggled in close to her and we started watching the music tv flick. As the movie progressed, I sensed a rise in her level of excitement, characterized by her fidgety movements next to me. I decided it was time to put the next phase of my plan into action.

Rolling to my side I drew her into my arms and kissed her a long, slow, deep-wet kiss. The kind designed to stir feelings. She responded by kissing me back in the same manner. It certainly appeared as though the combination of Margarita's, Pot, the music tving on the movie and my kiss was creating the desired effect. Now it was time to see how deeply that effect ran.

I began kissing her again, and at the same time I ever so slowly I crept my hand down her back and across her ass until it was at the hem of her short skirt. My hand then reversed direction and started to slide up under her skirt, along her inner thigh. When I reached the crotch of her panties I slid my hand up onto her ass. As my fingers traced her crotch upward to her ass, it felt as though her liveradio lips were fully engorged with the blood of her lust, and she moaned softly. Releasing from the kiss she whispered that I should stop as we might be seen, yet she made no move to remove my hand.

My hand began to caress the cheeks of her ass, an action that really turns her on. I whispered back to her the guys were all staring intently at the video and we wouldn't be observed and from where we were lying they would have to make a concerted effort to see what we were doing. My fingers moved to the thong that ran through the crack of her ass and traced downward to her sopping wet cunt and began to work inside. As first one then two fingers worked in and out of her steamy snatch, I told her they couldn't see anything if they looked except my hand under her skirt anyway. I went on to say even if they did, that was OK, because she was my wife, and we could put on a little bit of a show for them.

This must have appealed to the exhibitionist in her as her lips came down onto mine and she began to kiss me in earnest again. I could feel her cunt starting to free tv on the invading digits sawing in and out of her steamy music tv hole, and her ass moved in an almost imperceptible counter rhythm to my finger-music tving motions. I felt it time again to advance the plan along.

I laid my ankle over the ankle closest to me and started to draw her legs further apart, ostensibly to gain better access to her liveradio. At first she resisted slightly, then she yielded completely. Her legs slid apart and to lend credence to why the move was necessary, I inserted a third digit into her pleasure palace. She again moaned softly into my mouth as she continued the heated kiss. My leg spreading he legs was Gerome's signal to action and he moved unnoticed to the place beside her other leg. I held the kiss, hoping to prevent protest as he took her other ankle and spread her legs a few inches further. I detected a jump of surprise from her as he touched her ankle, but she didn't stop kissing me. So far so good.

Gerome continued with his execution of the plan, by placing his hand under the hem of her skirt and moving it smoothly, slowly but deliberately, up the back of her thigh. I again felt her inwardly gasp as his hand contacted the cheeks of her ass, but I felt her melt again as he gently molded the nearest cheek with his large hand. She began to offer more intensity to the kiss I was receiving, telling me Gerome's efforts were having the desired effect.

I don't know whether it was just the pleasure of the kneading of her ass or the fact it was a strange hand, Either way, I didn't care, she hadn't protested this intrusion and I felt we were on the way to the goal I sought. Gerome continued to knead her ass for several moments as instructed, and my wife's kisses became more passionate. It was time for the next step. I gave Gerome the signal to proceed by unwrapping my leg from around hers.

Gerome began to move his hand over to the thong as I had and once it was under the cloth, slid it down toward her fevered liveradio. When I felt his hand touch mine, I withdrew my fingers from my wife's cunt to be quickly replaced by two of Gerome's larger digits. I felt her start to diminish the kiss as if to protest and I quickly began to massage her stiff clit with my cunt-juice slickened finger. Instead of breaking the kiss, this served to intensify her passion and she began to free tv on my invading tongue as if it were a hard tv. Her hips were also actively gyrating to the stimulus of the two hands. I felt it safe to continue.

I withdrew my hand from her panties leaving only Gerome's probing digits, and her hip gyrations never diminished. I scooted up toward her head until I was sitting with a leg down either side of her body, her head in between my legs. I bent over and whispered "free tv me baby." as I unfastened the fly of my pants.

My erect tv sprang free and my wife quickly grabbed it and swallowed the head into her mouth. The look in her eyes told me she was lost to her lust, but that she also was also perhaps a little miffed to the whole scene that was unfolding. Yet the intensity with which she was free tving my tv and gyrating her hips to Gerome's finger music tving told me lust was winning the war in her mind and body. I let her continue to free tv me for several more minutes, then gave Gerome the next que.

Bending over my wife's bobbing head, I grasped the hem of her skirt and drew it up around her waist. I heard Gerome gasp as my wife's lovely ass came into view, just inches from his face. The only thing obstructing the view was the band of thong material that split her ass checks in two. This was his signal and Gerome smoothly withdrew his fingers from my wife's nibbling snatch and grasped her panties by the waist and started to slowly draw them down. This was a moment of truth, and when my wife redoubled her efforts at free tving my tv, I knew we had passed this milestone.

Gerome drew the panties down her long shapely legs, and off one ankle. He then reached up on the sofa for a large pillow. Sliding his hand under her belly, he lifted her up and slid the pillow under her midsection. He then settled between her splayed thighs and began to dip his tongue into her fully exposed cunt and to tease her lust engorged clit. I had always heard, and bought into the stereotype, that blacks didn't like oral girls pics. But Gerome went after my wife's lust bloated liveradio like a man possessed. His tongue dipping into her soppy cunt and then flicking her hardened clit, with occasional attention to her puckered brown star was having its effect. My wife was nearly deep-throating my tv, something she had never been able to do, in her effort to drain my balls of her favorite beverage. I felt it as time for the ultimate test and signaled Gerome.

The lusty young black man raised to his knees, between my wife's splayed legs. Unzipping the fly of his jeans, he released the largest tv I had ever seen. I have a nice size tv at nearly 9 inches, but Gerome's was close to 14 and what made it truly magnificent was it was as big around as my wife's wrist. It was only partially erect when first released from his jeans, but a couple of good strokes and the huge black music tv-tool was fully hard and ready for action. The dark black head glistened with the precum that had oozed from it while he had stroked it to full erection. Gerome scooted up further and began to trace the bloated lips of my wife's liveradio, slickening the head of his tv further with her juices to prepare for penetration.

The feel of the tv tracing her liveradio caused my wife to look up at me, though she never stopped free tving my tv. The look in her eyes said don't you think its time to put a stop to this.

At that very moment, Gerome began to penetrate my wife's tight, wet cunt with his massive cudgel. The first thrust sent 8 inches of the huge Alabama black snake into her steamy hole. My wife gasped at the fullness of the sudden intrusion and stopped free tving my tv momentarily. On the second thrust I heard Gerome's belly slap against my wife's ass and knew he had sunk all 14 inches into her. For her part my wife just moaned at the fullness this music tving tv was stretching her too, and again drew my tv back into her mouth for another round of enthusiastic free tving.

As Gerome continued to thrust into her, my wife gradually was coming up onto her hands and knees in an effort to meet his thrusts with counter-thrusts of her own. The slut in my wife had finally been set free and she was actively music tving another man as she free tved me. There could be no doubt that she was a willing participant even if booze and drugs had been used to break down her false inhibitions. On her hands and knees now, I pulled her blouse, a simple tee, up around her armpits and unlatched her bra.

The slapping noise that Gerome's music tving had caused, caught the attention of the other guys and they all quickly surrounded the three of us. Not saying a word, only indicating with gestures, I had two of them lay on their backs and begin to free tv the turgid nipples of her small breasts. My wife's breasts, being as small as they are, are extremely sensitive to any attention at all. As the two men free tved and nipped the erect nipples, she responded by hoovering my tv even more vigorously.

After a few more moments, I emptied my balls into her mouth. She lost nary a drop as she swallowed every squirt of her treasured prize. I gestured at one of the other guys to take my place and just before she inhaled his offered tv into her mouth, she screamed as the first full-blown vaginal orgasm of the evening ripped through her.

"music tv ME LOVER. music tv MY CUNT. HURT MY LITTLE WHITE liveradio WITH THAT BIG BLACK tv OF YOURS. FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE."

Gerome was slamming into her hard now. My wife was rocking back to meet his inward thrusts, then rocking forward to capture the tv in her mouth again before rocking back against Gerome again. I was in heaven watching from across the room through the viewfinder of the video camera as I captured every moment. But now for that special shot before Gerome blew his load, putting him out of action for a brief while.

I walked to the group and stopped them all with gestures again. My wife looked up at me with lust in her eyes and a look that said why are you stopping them. I took her hand and stood her up, then led her down the hall toward the guestroom. I knew she would never approve of music tving another man in our bed and this way too, our bed would still be ok to sleep in if we made it to sleeping this night.

As we walked, I completed the disrobing of her fully exposed body. The guys had followed without being told to and I laid my wife down on the guest bed. The two that had been free tving her nipples lay down on either side of her and went back to free tving. My wife's hands came down to caress the backs of the heads of the two guys and her eyes closed as she gave into the lust consuming her body once more. I told Gerome not to resume music tving her until I returned with the video camera, and left the room.

When I returned, I set the video tripod at the foot of the bed and zoomed in on her steamy liveradio. I had never seen my wife's lips so bloated before or her clit standing so erect. It looked like she had a small penis growing from between her labia. I gestured to Gerome and her crawled between her legs. I caught the most beautiful sight on tape to view again and again, as her cunt opened up and swallowed the huge black music tvstick Gerome was shoving into her.

The contrast of black tv disappearing into white cunt was truly the most erotic sight I had ever seen, and the fact the cunt belonged to my wife made it even more so. Now my dictionary defines the word cuckold as a man whose wife is unfaithful. I have always heard it said it is a man who likes to watch his wife getting music tved by strangers. If that is the true definition, I became an out-of-the-closet cuckold at that very moment. Watching that big black tv drive into her petite body, seeing her legs in the air and hips thrusting against Gerome's thrusts and hearing the moans of pure animal lust coming out of her were enough to give me my second hard of the night.

My wife for her part was moaning in cadence with the tv thrusting into her.

"music tv me. music tv me. music tv me. music tv me.

As her next orgasm approached she got louder.

"music tv ME. music tv ME. music tv ME. music tv ME."

Then as Gerome let loose his hot seed into her belly he triggered another orgasm.

"music tv ME. music tv MY CUNT. YES, YES, HOSE ME DOWN WITH YOUR HOT CUM. DROWN MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. OH YES, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

After Gerome finished unloading into her and climbed off, one of the other guys climbed on. For the next several hours it was a continuous chain of music tving tvs. As quick as one would blow in her, another would take his place. My wife was usually free tving on one trying to get him ready to music tv her again, while another pounded on her cunt. She was being her own fluffer. But she had always loved free tving tvs, even telling me of men she free tved even though she wouldn't music tv them. I was treated to watching her lovingly free tv Gerome's tv into readiness a couple of times that evening.

Again the erotic sight of that big black tv disappearing into her white face was soooooooo arousing. Followed by it disappearing into her willing cunt. My wife is a fair complected blond, and Gerome one of those extremely dark African-Americans whose tv is even black at the head, so the contrast was even more stark. Her orgasms had started to come continually, which wasn't unusual for her after she got the first two.

So the chant of "music tv me" was also continuous, only stopping while a different lover crawled between her legs. If a lover took too much time getting into her cunt with his tv, she would chide him to hurry and music tv her. I told you my wife was a world-class slut. Yet, in spite of the fact I knew this, she even surprised me that night.

My wife had been abused live free tvly by an insensitive lover at one point in her life and the resulting damage to her tiny ass had led to infection, embarrassment and weeks of physical pain. But the most severe damage had been emotional. And though she loved me to tongue her ass or finger her ass with a well-lubricated finger, while I music tved her, she would never let me stick my rather large tv into her ass and music tv it good and proper.

After a couple of hours of music tving though, most of the time being double penetrated with a tv in her mouth while one worked her cunt over, she announced she wanted to be triple penetrated. She had one of the men lie on the bed and she mounted his erect tv taking it deep into her cunt. Then selecting the man with obviously the smallest tv, she handed him a small jar of Vaseline from the nightstand and had him lube up and put his tv into her ass. She chided him to go slowly until he was buried balls deep in her ass. Then she called Gerome over to her head and began to free tv his stiffening tv.

After a few minutes the three tvs were stroking her without mercy, but after she managed to free tv Gerome dry, it became obvious she was experiencing the best music tving of her life as she chanted.

"music tv me. music tv my ass. music tv MY ASS YOU BASTARD. music tv ME HARD YOU SONS-OF-BITCHES. CUM IN MY ASS. I WANNA FEEL YOUR CUM IN MY ASS. music tv MY ASS. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEE."

The guys music tved on her for about four hours. Each music tved her at least three times. A couple, including the undeniable Gerome, four times and one even five I think. Oh the staying power of youthful lust. After all left around two in the morning, my wife was covered from head to toe with dried or drying cum. I helped her to bathe and to bed.

We slept the sleep of the dead curled in each other's arms and woke as the late morning sun illuminated our bedroom. The thought had occurred to me the hell to pay might come in the morning as I drifted off. My dreams though were of tvs coming from every angle at my willing slutty wife, and dreams of becoming a millionaire selling amateur videos of my wife, the newest liveshow pic queen, on the Internet.

As I awoke, I rose and went to the kitchen, preparing coffee for me and setting my wife's teapot to boil. Her tea was ready as she entered our country kitchen a few minutes later, and any worries of recrimination by morning's light were quickly dispelled. As she sat to her tea and the toasted English muffin I had prepared for her, she quipped "Remind me never to smoke pot and drink Margarita's in the same evening again." As if on queue, I asked why. With a wink and then a smile she said, " MARGARITA'S AND POT MAKE MY liveradio HURT!"

I proved myself right, in that, since that night, I have no trouble getting my wife to participate in girls picsual events that involve third, fourth, and more parties. In fact, if she sees a strange man or woman (yes, it turns out my wife is BI) that turns her on girls picsually, she won't hesitate to ask and I will attempt to set up a liaison. Sometimes the women are reluctant, but my wife is so attractive, the men have never been. We only have two rules.

One I must always be present, so she isn't cheating (a loose distinction I know, but it works for us) and two, we keep it within limits. No obsession with it, so we usually confine it to two or three times a quarter. Oh, in case you wondered, my wife wouldn't allow anyone to see the videos except those who participate, so there goes my dream of riches. I always video the events and sometimes participate, but usually I am just the voyeur behind the camera. I will have to tell you about some of these sometime, but that is another story for another time.


Ok, we all know I am a sick puppy, even so if you have comments or suggestions, write me at

Erotic_Keys@Hotmail.com. See Y'all a few keystrokes down the road.

 

She stood at her back door, looking across the slight roll of the hills that made up her neighborhood. Or development, whatever they where called nowadays. That was the problem, he had claimed last night, that they where changing what everything was called, and music tving it up in the process. What a interesting choice of words, considering what they had been doing.

Sylvia looked at the clock on the microwave in her kitchen, and had to remind herself that her daughter was safely in school. Her husband was god only knew where on some business trip, trying to earn "just one more contract, then we'll go on vacation, you have to understand..." She understood. He wouldn't music tv around on her, he didn't have the imagination for that, but she was still a bored housewife. A mischievous grin snuck onto her face. And that determined her actions, at least in this regard.

Her hand drifted down across the lacy teddy she was wearing. It was see-through, and her full breasts stood from her small frame, her nipples at attention, seemingly straining in the direction he would be coming from. The warm morning wind played through it, and whispered around her shaven cunt. Long dancers legs completed the picture begun by her long brown hair, and hazel eyes, set in the middle of a face that had once been voted Ms Dancer here in the southeast. A finger crossed her nipple, playing with it through the lingerie. He had gotten it for her, as a surprise gift, for their one month anniversary. It was rather ironic that the day was only one day after her daughters same celebration. But then again, it was the same guy.

Mark's feet tapped out a steady rhythm on the pavement, as he pushed himself over the hill, and began to let himself go on the down side. It was rather fun, he thought, to not have class. It was some holiday that college got off, but High School did not, which the girls had made a huge stink about last night. In return, Chris and him had cooked for them, always a ordeal certain to invoke laughter hard enough to cause tears. Their respective mothers had worried that when they moved into a apartment together, they might survive on only MREs. A evil grin crossed his lips, as he thought of the more tasty sustenance he had been living on. Two women, and both of them loved to be eaten. Live did not get much better then this, he realized.

He rounded the corner, and his eyes swept across the street ahead of him. It was a cul-de-sac, and his target was at the end of it. He had to pass between those two houses, to approach the rear of Sylvia's Castle, as she liked to call it. The people that lived here seemed to be never home, but they had a dog that once in a while would roam the yard, instead of being locked in the house. No dog today. Mark dipped, leaning forward, and raced forward, pounding out the last bit of his daily run in a mad dash towards his lover.

Sylvia saw him coming, and pushed open the screen door, just as he cleared the two houses that faced her backyard. He saw her as well, and pushed himself up the hill in a final burst of speed. With three long leaps, he approached the fence, and cleared it with one jump. He slowed down, and walked up the hill.

"That's a macho thing, ain't it. You don't want to be seen running up to me, do you?"

"You want people to see me running up to your house at 0730 in the morning, with you dressed in that?"

She laughed, and he followed her inside, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck gently.

"Can't wait, can you," she moaned, as the sweat of his chest glued them together. Her hands reached back, and long fingers dragged up a dripping back. She loved the way he drove sweat. By the time he got to her house, he would be dripping, and just ready to pound her. She could feel his hard tv pressing into her ass. And that is where she wanted it.

Mark knew what she wanted, his body pressing her forward against the counter, moving his hands up, and cupping her breasts. His fingers began to roll her nipples, massaging and caressing as he nibbled on her ear.

"Is all that for me?" She giggled as she reached between his legs, and began to stroke him through his shorts.

Mark moaned, and bent at the waist, bending her over the counter, kissing from her neck down her back. Slowly, his head pushed the teddy aside, and his tongue found first her ass, then her sweet, dripping cunt. One hand caressed her full, round cheeks, the other still playing with her tits, as he began to free tv on her liveradio. His tongue slipped across her lips, teasing them, finding her clit, and caressing it, before he pushed in further, then pulled back.

Carefully, he free tved her lips into his mouth, and gently bit them, until he could feel her squirming. His tongue began to flick and tease them, as he moved his hand, so that he could flick her clit while he toyed with her lips.

Her hands grabbed the counter, her knuckles turning white, as he released her lips, and free tved her clit in. Flicking and licking it, he wrapped it up, and began to free tv. His hand returned to her ass, and slowly he pushed a single finger into her. Gently he moved it in and out, while he pinched and pulled her nipple.

Sylvia moaned out loud, as his finger began to move in and out of her. Her fingers relaxed slightly, and she began to wiggle her hips in his face, dragging her tits across the cold kitchen counter.

Mark slowly introduced another finger into her ass, as he massaged her clit with his tongue and teeth. Pumping in the same rhythm that his finger was using, he pushed her higher and higher, then suddenly pulled away, pushing his tongue deep up her ass, then inhaling her clit again, and driving his tongue across her clit.

Sylvia screamed out when his tongue pushed into her ass. She couldn't even breath as he took control of her clit again. Her legs buckled, and then he wrapped her clit up again and squeezed. She was not able to hold it back anymore, cumming in one torrent into his mouth. Breath came short and sharp, as he tried to stand on her own, but he would not allow it. His tongue never let go, and his fingers kept spreading, then closing, her ass.

The woman came again, again, and again, her clit spasming into her lovers mouth, as he nibbled on it, free tving and flicking it.

"Ohhhh, god, MARK!" Before she could react, he stood up, slamming himself deep up into her liveradio, the force of his entry almost lifting her off her feat. She cried out with each thrust, as his hips slammed into her from behind, his tv almost slipping out as he pulled out, then rammed forward again. Her clit could not take it, and came again, feeling tender from the massive abuse. But Mark did not stop, he kept going, until she cried out in one long scream, his fingers holding her ass open for just that opportunity.

Sweat was now dripping of both their bodies, as she tried to hold on to the countertop, his teeth back on her neck. She loved the way he would bite her during girls pics.

She had learned from her daughter that he did the same thing to her. He claimed he was marking his territory, and she wanted to be marked by him.

The second she screamed, Mark dropped at the knees, his tv slipping out of her. Then he pushed back and up, before dipping into her ass from above, like a sword sliding into a sheath. Lubricated with her own cum, his tv filled her all the way up her tight, sweet ass.

Mark groaned out loud as he slipped into her.

Sylvia moaned out in one, long, drawn out explosion of air, as she got what she had been delirious waiting for all morning.

With long, strong strokes, Mark began to pump in and out of her ass. He was now standing fully erect behind the bent over woman, one hand wrapped up in her long hair, holding her down, the other on her hips. His balls kept smacking into her from below, as he music tved into her harder and harder. Sylvia could do nothing but cry out with each violent entry, like a piston driving a engine, a engine that was racing faster and faster.

Mark loved how tight she was. Not even her daughters ass compared with this. His tv pumped in and out, harder and faster, as he drove himself crazy in her tight box. The familiar tightness was building in his tv, growing out of his balls like the mercury in a bomb timer, rising to a explosion.

Pulling back, so far that he almost popped out, his back arched, he rammed it home into her ass with one final thrust, his head throwing back, and a fierce scream exploding out of his lungs. His tv exploded in her, shooting wave after wave of cum into her ass.

Sylvia knew it would happen, and was waiting for it. The second he came in her, she did as well, loving the feeling of his cum splashing off her insides. Their screams mingled in her kitchen, as he once again showed her why out of all the men ever, he was the only one she had a affair with.

Their breathing calmed down, and he gently pulled out of her, sitting her on the counter.

"Hmmmmm, you are delicious."

"Far from as sweet tasting as you are though, baby."

"Do you call my daughter that as well?"

"Don't ask me those questions." He dropped to the floor, and finished of the exercises begun by his run with series of push ups.

"What are you doing this afternoon, Cassie was complaining that she didn't get to see you until late."

"Going to the gym with Chris, he thinks he needs to work out more. She's upset because we are taking Reba, and not her. Not my fault she has debate practice."

Sylvia nodded and poured both of them a glass of orange juice.

"What are you doing Thursday, I don't have my first class again."

"Naah, I have a doctors appointment that morning, time for my annual check up." Mark stood up, rolling his neck, and checking the clock before he picked up the glass, and downed it in one swig. She watched, and let him step up to her, their lips locking, and he sharing his juice with her, her own taste mixing with it. She moaned once it cleared her mouth, his body pressing into her, she could feel the wetness between her legs.

"Tell me how bad you want it, and I just might give it to you again, baby..."

* * * *

"I know you can do at least five more." Chris voice was cold, taunting his friend, as he stood behind and below Mark, who was suspended from the pull-up bark in the corner of their local Y. The black youth had just completed his 23rd wide-grip pull-up, which was a above perfect score on the Marine Corps. PFT. But obviously, it did not satisfy his ambitious friend.

"music tv you." Mark spit the words out between breath, before he crossed his legs again, and pulled himself up, his chin clearing the bar, and his arms dropping him back down. The second his arms locked, he pulled again, his face a mask of anguish as his arms burnt from the exertion.

"Now, now, now, you know just as well as I do that cursing is not allowed in here." Chris was smiling now, enjoying the fun he got to have this time round, after Mark had poked fun at him while he was pulling. He knew he was not as strong as Mark, but he could outrun his best-friend without breaking a sweat. Which was why he claimed he was running extra here lately, even though both of them knew where that little run ended.

"Whatever." Mark exhaled with a sharp breath, pulling again, and clearing the bar. Once again, his body was propelled down by gravity, stopped by his arms, and went up again by sheer force of his will. But that was it, and he stayed down upon his return, his arms telling him that they where done. Dropping of the bar, he turned around, shaking his arms to clear the lactic acid that was causing them to burn, and breathing hard.

"I need to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"You know how we had our little anniversary thing last week?"

Chris looked at his friend with open suspicion. Whenever Mark asked about anything that included "we" and "our" here lately, it meant the two of them, and their respective girlfriends. Which was OK, until you remembered that Reba was Chris girl, as well as Mark's sister.

"Yeah..."

"And you remember how me and Cassie left early..."

"Yeah..."

Mark turned back around, and started doing dips, his arms burning, but he worked through it, his mind focused again.

"Well, what did ya'll do after we left."

"You sure you wanna know all the explicit details of your sister relationship with your best friend?"

"If it was up to me, my sister wouldn't have a relationship with you, but since she does, you're no longer my best friend."

"music tv you."

"Hey now, no cursing in here, you know that."

Chris gave his friend the finger, then turned as Reba approached, his mouth instantly watering, and his dick growing hard in his shorts.

She was wearing a pair of biker shorts that her brother would probably have a fit about, he thought, since they covered virtually nothing of her thighs, and only because of the way they where cut were able to contain her ass, as she wiggled it over towards them. A tank-top covered her chest, but not her mid-rift, and he could see that there was a sport-bra underneath, yet her nipples could be seen. He wanted to just bend her over one of the weight benches, grab her long brown hair, and make her scream.

"You gonna say hi, or just drool over me?"

"Drooling sounds kinda good."

"I"ll shove this bar up your ass, too, if you don't stop looking at my sister like that."

"Mark, they'll kick your ass out again."

"What is it with everybody and this cursing thing today..." Mark's voice trailed off, as his eyes began to track something behind Chris and Reba.

"I think we'll be going now."

"Why's that."

"Just trust me." Mark picked up his towel, and began to walk towards the door, as Chris turned, and searched the room behind him. His eyes feel on a tall blond woman, her hair halfway down her back, and glimmering in the sun falling through the windows on the west wall. Her legs were tanned from a long stay in Texas in the spring, and toned from a lifetime of swim competitions. The same held true for her graceful hands and arms, which attached to a body with a chest slightly to large for its frame, something that had driven him crazy for a long time. Atop it all sat a head with a large ego, but with a beautiful face, with lively green eyes, and passionate red lips.

He knew all that, because she was his other girlfriend, and the thought of a showdown in the middle of the gym did nothing for his mood.

"music tv, lets roll." Picking up the gym bag at his feet, he grabbed Reba's hand, and followed Mark. He made it all the way into the hallway towards the locker room, when he could just feel her behind him. He turned before she could address him, and found himself face to face with Claudia for the first time in 2 months.

"Long time no see. I was starting to think you where avoiding me."

"What would make you think that?"

"Ohh... lets see, I've been back from Texas for a month, you have called twice, you don't return my pages or emails, you don't come over anymore, you don't write me, and you are never in the same spot I am in, except for now." A soft smile was on her lips, and her hands on her hips, in a pose that he knew spelled trouble. There was a reason that Mark had compared her to a rattle snake before.

"I had my reasons." He stepped forward, putting himself between Reba and Claudia, his hand waving behind his back for her to go. And he knew that she would not move.

"It wouldn't just so be that you are screwing your buddies sister, would it?"

"That is none of your business."

"The fact that my boyfriend of 15 months is music tving around on me is none of my business?" Her voice almost raised itself, but they where both conscious of the people around them, and neither of them did.

"Listen Claudia, before you left, we talked about us having problems..."

"And said we would work them out when I come back."

"But while you where gone..."

"You decided to take matters in your own hand, and do this to me."

"Do I get to finish a sentence her for once?"

Claudia looked at him, and actually teared up. He felt bad at once, but before he could say anything, she turned, and stormed out the building.

"Bitch." He spun around, and looked at Reba. She was in a similar pose to what Claudia had just been in, hands on her hips, body slightly tilted to the side, with a condescending look on her face.

"Don't call her that." His voice had a tired sound to it, as he walked down the hall.

"Well, she is!" Chris wanted to yell at her, but he didn't, just walked into the locker room, and sat down on the bench, just as Mark walked out of the shower.

"I guess you got caught."

"Not now, Mark." His friend nodded, and began to get dressed as Chris headed into the shower, still thinking about what he would do with this.

* * * *

The room was lit by nothing but two scented candles, flickering light into the corners of the room in a random pattern. The bed was where the two streams of light intercepted, and the crackle of yellow splashed across Cassies skin, as she rode up and down, her body meeting Mark's at the hips, sitting atop his laying down form.

His hands where under her ass, squeezing and massaging, as the beautiful young girl music tved herself on his hard rod.

"Ohhh god baby, ohhhhh!" Her hips began to move faster, but he controlled her with one hand, keeping her pace down, reaching around with the other, and flicking his thumb across her clit. She moaned out louder, and he sat up, free tving her nipple into his mouth, and biting it gently.

His sitting form gave him more control over what he wanted to do, and he began to bounce her on his hips, music tving her up and down like a rag doll.

Sliding both hands under her ass again, he began to tease her, sliding one or two fingers across her, or sliding them in and out in the same rhythm that his tv was driving in and out of her. Their moans meet, as their lips locked, their tongues dancing with each other.

Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, punctuated by moaning, as he drove her higher and higher. His teeth returned to her nipples, as he lifted her slightly, then dropped her down onto him, his tv driving her crazy. He held back slightly, then rammed it up into her, pushing her over the edge.

"OHHHHHH GOD!" She screamed out loud, as her eyes rolled back in her head, and her clit sent her into orbit.

Mark did not stop, instead, he began to music tv her harder, ramming it home, and pushing her orgasm even higher. She came again, again, then he filled her with his own cum, his explosion rivaling hers in intensity, as they screamed together, then locked their lips, collapsing onto the bed.

"You trying to kill me?" Her words came as short bursts, between gasps of air.

"I can think of worse ways to die." He rolled her off of him, and wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her gently and caressing her body.

"So what happened today at the gym?"

"We ran into Claudia."

"He should just tell her to music tv off."

"He's not like that, he actually cares about people. He don't want to hurt her like that."

"Well, he should."

"He has no reason to."

"Mark, this is your sister we are talking about."

"No, you're talking about Claudia, and what my friend should do with her. Personally, I don't think he should have music tved around on Claudia with Reba. I mean, I don't like Claudia, but still. Yes, he should break up with her, but he should do it friendly. "

"Have you ever cheated on anybody?" Cassie rolled over, her liveshow body pressing against his, the sweat from their last session of lovemaking mixing. Mark looked up over her, the digital readout on his stereo telling him that it was only 9:11 p.m... Damn, he would have to answer the question.

"No."

"I think you're lying."

"And how can you tell?"

"Because you have that look in your eyes, like you just said something that was painful for you to say, because you where lying."

Mark looked at her. He was not about to admit that he had music tved her own mother, the day after they had hooked up. He opened his mouth, but was saved by the ringing of the phone, along with somebody opening the front door of the apartment. Cassie rolled in the opposite direction, and picked up the phone.

"Hey mom! What's up?"

Mark took the chance to find out who had come a calling, hoped out of bed, slid on a pair of shorts, and walked into the living room. The scene was not pretty.

Chris and Claudia where laying on the couch, with her skirt around her waist, and his hand on her ass. Reba was standing in the door, her mouth locked in the open position, her hands still on the door.

It took a full fifteen seconds before anybody moved, and then the shock was broken by Cassie walking up behind Mark, and handing him the phone.

"My mom wants to talk to you."

The second the spell was broken, everybody started to move. Chris was fastest, because he knew what was going to happen. Mark jumped straight forward, and just missed him by inches, as they both landed, and rolled across the floor. Reba screamed, mixed with a flurry of curse words, her purse and keys clattering to the floor as she rushed towards Claudia, who had jumped up, and was preparing to defend herself against the fury of Cassie and Reba.

Chris knew he did not stand a chance against Mark right now, but he also could not really evacuate his own apartment. Taking three quick steps, he put himself between Claudia and the girls, spinning, and pushing his hands outward, palms out.

"BACK OFF, CALM DOWN!" His voice bellowed, utilizing every crowd control measure ever taught to the young Marine.

Mark had taken those seconds, dropped to the floor, and engaged what the two of them called "Last Option Plan 2." He rolled, reached under the couch, and came up holding one of his graduation gifts, namely a.30 rifle, stashed under the couch in case of home invasion, which where rather common in the city when they rented the apartment.

Chris saw the weapon, spun, and pushed Claudia down, dragging her towards the door, not doubting a second that Mark would fire.

No more then 7 feet separated the two boys as the safety flicked off, Mark bringing the rifle into his shoulder as training dictated, just to watch his target disappear behind his sister.

"GET DOWN!" The two girls complied, but by then Chris was out the door with the bitch, and Mark snapped the rifle down, moving into the doorway, and almost putting three through his best friends windshield.

"Mark, but the damn gun away, its not music tving worth it." Reba sat down on the couch, her head hanging.

"He knew I was coming over, why would he do that." Cassie sat next to her friend, holding her, softly talking to her. Mark dropped the rifle back in its place, and began to pace. Locking the front door, he picked up the dropped phone, finally answering it.

"Hello?"

"What the hell are ya'll doing over there, it sounds like a damn war!"

"Sorry Mrs. Black, things got a little hectic for a second."

"I need to talk to you, if you don't mind in person, so next time you can spare a second, get your ass over here."

Mark was not used to that tone from her, and it put him on guard immediately. He looked towards Cassie and Reba, who where already attacking the apartments storage of ice cream, and decided that he could always hunt down, and kill Chris later.

"Be there in a second. Just let me get some real clothes on."

* * * *

The driveway up Cassies house was step enough to discourage him from ever really using it. It was only about 50 feet long anyway. Instead, he just turned in the cul-de-sac, and pointed his car towards the street, got out, and walked up the incline the house was built on. The Z28 beeped as he locked it with the remote, and as he turned around, he could see her mother standing in the door.

"Yeah, what's up."

"Come in and sit down." He was taken aback by her tone again. His mind ran over everything that had happened in their relationship.

He had music tved her a total of 11 times since their first encounter, not counting that morning, and he knew that because he followed a rigid security routine every time. Only when he knew Cassie was safely away, and her husband out of town on his frequent business trips. The house did not smell of garlic, so Cassies father was not home, and he relaxed slightly as he sat on the bar stool in the kitchen.

"We might have a problem." Mark laid his head to the side, going over any possible security problems again, and coming up blank again.

"Such as..."

"I am late by 2 days on my period. I am usually regular as clockwork, just like my daughter, you know that. Lately with all the stress, I did not notice that I was late. But today, I all of a sudden realized that something was wrong." Mark's jaw dropped, and he could feel sweat breaking out across his body. His eyes stayed locked with hers, and for some reason, his mind was screaming at him to stay strong, to fight, to not give up! Fighting the rising anxiety back down, he inhaled long and sharp, blowing the air out in a slow, low, long whistle.

"Come again."

"You heard me. And you know you haven't been using a condom."

"You're on the pill."

"Those aren't 100%, and we both know that."

For a second, Mark contemplated the fact of a little black Mark coming into this world out of her body. The chances where slim. He was half breed himself, and her husband was dark haired , so if it came out with white skin, it would present no problem.

"OK, we last did it this morning. But if I really did knock you up, it would have to be before today. Last time before that was... wednesday. That's six days. You can do pregnancy testing after 72 hours. So why don't we do that?"

"OK. But you have to get it, and do it quietly. Far away, where nobody knows you." He laid his head to the side, and looked at her.

"Why not just go to the doctor, and tell him you might think you're pregnant. He'll assume it's your husbands.

"Are you crazy? What if I am pregnant?" Her voice was at a shrill level now, and Mark had to use all his discipline not to yell back.

"Listen, calm down, OK, we need to think, not yell!"

"music tv YOU MARK, you are the one that basically raped me that morning, and started all this shit!" Mark almost jumped out of his seat, but realized the problems that would start.

"You did not complain, you asked me to come back."

"I could say I said it under duress." He leaned his head to the side, not liking the turn this was taking.

"Listen Mark, do it my way, and it won't matter."

"NO Sylvia, I think we'll do it my way. Just damn think about this for a second! This whole sneaking around shit only increases the chance of something being noticed! You told me this morning we could not meet Thursday, because of a doctors appointment! Just go to it, and we'll know! And drop the damn rape shit, we both know that we music tved consensual!"

"Is that so?" They both spun in their respective positions, and faced Cassie standing on the stairs.

"Sorry I'm home already, Chris came back, so I came home. They needed privacy to talk. I heard ya'll yelling."

Mark's head dropped to the kitchen counter, with a resounding thunk. This was not his day.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD music tv AROUND ON ME, WITH MY OWN MOTHER! YOU BASTARD!"

Mark did not know what to say, and it appeared that Sylvia felt the same way, as neither responded.

"Get out." Mark shook his head, and pointed up the stairs.

"Well talk later, I need to finish with your mother right now."

"WHAT THE music tv DO YOU THINK, YOU CAN TALK TO ME..."

"CASSIE, GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Her mother's voice cracked, as the two of them teared up, and the girl spun, running up the stairs.

"OK, we do it your way. Now get out, and don't come back. I'll let you know what the test says." Mark nodded solemnly, then walked out of the house, not looking back until he stood next to his car. The low slung black vehicle seemed to be crouched, ready to pounce, when his pager went off. He reached into his waist, and hit the light button to illuminate the display.

It was from Chris, reading only "BAD JUJU."

"music tving A." He let the tires squeal as he raced back towards home.

* * * *

Reba sat on the couch, her eyes red from her tears, looking at Chris. He was standing infront of the fire place, above which hung a American flag. To the left was Mark's boot camp graduation picture, to the right was Chris. Underneath each was a neatly covered and aligned row of their most important achievements. In her artistic mind, it was a great photo op, if she wouldn't have been so upset.

"I don't know Chris." She looked up, and their eyes meet. He walked over, and dropped to his knees before her. She didn't know this, but it was the firs time he had ever done anything like that. She did know how he was, so it was easy to figure out.

"Please, you have to give me another chance. You knew I was with her when you and I started out. It was a bad idea to sneak around in the beginning, but we both agreed it was good at the time, because of her and Mark. I was hoping that now she would just go away. When she came over here, we started talking about everything, and she knows how to push my buttons... Shit went south, and when Mark walked in on it, there was no chance to explain anything. I had no intention of getting shot.
"I don't blame you." She actually smiled, and they embraced. Slowly their lips meet, and softly their tongues engaged, and he wrapped her up. They pulled each other close, and she slid into his lap, her fingers running through his stubbly high and tight, as their kisses grew more passionate. They rolled across the floor, telling each other how sorry they where with their kisses, as his hands roamed across her body, telling her in his own way that he would never do it again, her body pressed against his telling him that it was OK. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her shirt was halfway up her head, when the phone rang.

"Let it go!"

"You got that right!" Their bodies did not separate, and he yanked her top all the way up, inhaling her tits the second he saw them. His lips enveloped her nipple, and his teeth began to nibble gently.

The phone stopped ringing, then started again.

"music tv!" Chris rolled over, and grabbed the cordless phone. Anybody using that line was rare. After all, Mark had his own phone line, he had his own, and then there was the main line into the apartment, along with a fax line, and two cable modems. He couldn't even remember the last time the main line had rung.

"THIS BETTER BE GOOD!"

"Let me talk to Reba, asshole." He thrust the phone at his girlfriend, mouthing Cassie's name.

"Hey, we're kinda busy right now." He watched her face change from shock, to anger, back to being upset in 17 seconds. She hung up, and looked at him, the same anger back in her face. Slowly she pulled away, then sat up and looked at him, her top covering her again.

"Did you know Mark was music tving Cassie's mom?" Chris cursed internally. This was to much in one day. Shit like this does not happen, he told himself. He considered lying, then decided against it.

"Yes. It happened the Sunday after prom."

"The two of you music tving amaze me." She looked at him, then began to pout.

"Are you going to finish what you started?" He smiled a evil grin, picked up the phone, and punched in a rapid combination of numbers, then listened for a couple of seconds, before typing in another combination, activating a preset pager message to his best friend.

"You know I will!" His body shot forward, pinning her into the soft carpet, his lips overwhelming hers, their bodies clashing. Her legs wrapped around him again, as his teeth and lips assaulted hers, then her neck, back to her face. Their bodies dragged along on the floor towards his room, as she ripped his shirt away, and began to bite his shoulder, kissing him just as savagely as he kissed her.

Her head banged into the unopened door, but she did not care. Both reached up, and it turned into a battle to turn the doorknob, as he stripped of her top. She bit his shoulder the second she was free, her chest pressing against his, and he growled out, dragging her along, and throwing her onto the bed.

She moaned, and growled at him, ripping away her shorts as he kicked the door shut, and ripped of his own pants.

Jumping onto the bed, she pulled him towards her, but he did not come. Starting at her feet, he kissed every inch of her body, slowly atoning for what he had done. Her toes where free tved, her calf's kissed, her knees licked, her thighs bitten. His tongue flicked her clit, dipped into her ass, then kissed up her tummy. He flipped her easily, as she dipped her hand between her legs, massaging her clit, and moaning as he kissed his way up her back. His hands mirrored his lips on her chest, taking a hold of her tits, mashing them, and pinching her nipples between fingers. She bucked up against him, getting on her knees, reaching back, and grabbing his tv. He moaned out loud, as she pushed back, and he rammed forward. With one smooth motion, he filled her all the way, slamming home. She screamed out loud, as he bit into her neck, holding her in place, and began to music tv her.

Her body smashed up against his with just as much force as he put into her. Their hips slammed into each other again, again, again, as he abused her breasts, her hand still between her legs, driving herself crazy.

Each time she cried out, Chris would double his efforts, sweat running of the two of them in streams, as he stopped for a second, and flipped her over. It was a seamless effort. Reba had been dancing for 13 years, and could pull her legs so far back that he did not worry about slipping out. Rocking back on herself, she slipped them up over his shoulders, and he went to work on her. His entire weight was behind it, as he slammed into her, their eyes locked into each other. She moaned and cried, as he drove himself crazy in her unbelievably tight cunt. Each thrust took them higher, and he could feel his cum churning up from his balls through his dick. He knew he had lost control of himself, but he did not care, and he knew she did not, either.

Their eyes would not, could not leave each other, until she finally could not take it anymore, arching her back up, and screaming out loud, orgasm racing through her body, the feeling so intense she swore it started in her heart, until suddenly he exploded in her, pushing her through a boundary she did not even know existed, and she thought her lungs would collapse from screaming and lack of air.

Chris could not believe how intense his orgasm was, as if his entire being was shooting out his dick, and into her body. Finally he could not take it anymore, and collapsed atop his baby, who barely could muster the energy to push him back up, and slide her legs down his body, wrapping him up.

"I forgive you."

"Thank you Reba, you have no idea how much that means to me."

She smiled at him, and they kissed.

"Probably... but if that was a glimpse, you definitely have to show me..."

* * * *

Mark shook his head, standing in the dark kitchen of the apartment. The screams coming from Mark's room could only mean one thing. Slowly a smile crosses his face, as he put down the glass of whiskey and coke, and headed out the door. music tv, he was 19, a Marine, knew how to blow up buildings, drove a Camaro, had his own apartment, and once in a while even knew ho to make a relationship work... he would find another girl. He headed into his room, showering quickly, and getting dressed again, feeling cleansed and refreshed.

The engine growled as Master P's CD came alive, and the Camaro shot wards uptown. It was time to get over losing two women in one night. Or, as he thought of it... celebrate another first.

* * * *

Reba rolled over, and nibbled Chris's ear.

"I think I just heard the door close."

"Your brother, probably going out hunting."

"You think he'll be OK?"

"He's your brother."

"Your best friend."

"He'll be all right. You just heard the shower... he's already on the way towards his next kill. He rebounds like nobody else I know." He smiled, and they kissed again.

"So... do I get another taste?"

"Definitely!" His lips meet hers again, and he kissed his way down her chest, his tongue finding her clit in a heartbeat, and going to work on it.

* * * *

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