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It was now 10:30, the automatic light on the dresser had turned on and I was visible to anyone who passed. Luckily our house is on a slight bend in quiet road and any residents that had gone out had to look back to see me but now they were beginning to arrive home. Fred and Sue slowed down and peered through the windshield at me then drove on muttering to each other. Then I saw them, Chris and her lover kissing underneath a street lamp. The girl across the road was watching too and another car drove by and slowed. The look on Georgina's face as she saw Chris and her lover was amazing, the look when she saw me tied to the bedstead was something else, then understanding dawned, she shrugged, tooted her horn and gave Chris a thumbs up before she drove on.

They arrived home, came up to the bedroom and turned the main light on, "Hi Paul, we went to two of the pubs, had a meal in the Bull then called in at the other pub, just about every one knows I have a lover, we spoke with a few people and you can be sure anyone who doesn't know will hear the gossip by this time tomorrow, did you see Georgina out there?. I'm so pleased you let this happen, how can I thank you".

"By unfastening these restraints, I'm bursting for a pee" was my reply it was the only thing I cared about at that very moment.

"Oh no" she said, "You are staying there all night. Just think, it was you needing a piss that started all this so I think it's only fair that I keep you needing a piss until I say otherwise… As a reminder of what you've given me". She climbed onto the bed and flicked my balls again. She gave me a deep and passionate kiss as she stroked the tip of my trembling penis. "I think I'll thank you by letting you watch me fucking my big black lover all night long."

The absolute agony, I needed to piss, I needed to cum, I needed to stretch my legs, I needed to fuck my beloved mistress if only she would let me and my dick was beginning to dribble again. Chris looked at the clear liquid, she flicked my balls again then rubbed my throbbing shaft and I exploded, shooting semen right down the centre of the bed.

They settled down to a night of raw passion on the bed before me, after Paul had cum four times (6 including the earlier two fucks) he began to flag and his erection subsided. He turned to me and said "I only know one other woman as insatiable as your wife, good job for Cailis". He popped a pill and ten minutes later they were going like rabbits again. She took his iron hard shaft in her mouth and she gagged as that thick chunk of meat fucked her throat, he fucked her tits and then he fucked her ass. After he'd cum in her ass Chris licked his dick, every inch of his dick before they want back to vaginal fucking in just about every conceivable position. He'd cum in her cunt, he'd cum in her ass, he'd cum in her mouth and she'd shown me her tongue before swallowing, he'd showered her with cum, on her thighs and labia, her belly, her chest and tits, her throat and back, her face and in her hair. Some of their antics were total pornography straight out of the videos Chris had downloaded. Some positions I'd never seen before, never thought were possible. They were usually positioned where I could see the intimate contact. It was like my wife and her lover were putting on a personal show for me, like watching my own private porn film in full colour 3D right before of my eyes and I'd cum three times without even being touched, I'd shot into the air and showered them with my own semen.

Exhaustion had overtaken them and they were both sleeping naked on the bed. Chris lying on her side curled up and her lover behind her with his semi erect penis implanted in her ass. That's another thing, she's never let me go anywhere near her ass, let alone ass fuck her. Not only had Chris let him ass fuck her but she'd licked his dick afterwards, was I envious of the effect this guy had on my wife, you can fucking bet your life I was but you can also bet that I was so very happy for Chris.

Although I spent most if the time watching the lovers in action I'd also seen the girl across the road a few times, once she was standing there, like the lover and me, in full view of the road and masturbating while watching Paul fuck Chris doggy style, they were side on to the window so she must have had a great view. I'd also seen a couple of groups of neighbours staring intently at their antics from the pavement. So not only did most of the village know Chris had a black lover, a few of them had actually seen them fucking and seen me helplessly watching and again my little cock began to grow at the thought reminding me that my bladder seemed about to burst. The only way I could piss would soak Chris and her lover and ruin the mattress. O.K. Chris can humiliate me but I can't disgrace myself or Chris by letting go so I stay as I am patiently waiting for my mistress to wake and release me.

It was six forty five a.m. The lovers had been sleeping for a couple of hours or so when Chris yawned and looked over to me. She smiled at me and whispered "thanks Paul" then reached up and unfastened the belt and wrist restraints. Her lover groaned sleepily as she eased his dick out of her ass then crawled under the bed to untie my ankles. Slowly and in pain I shuffled my legs together, the fire in my ankles and calves almost made me weep. Chris had lain down on the bed again and was gently licking her lover's penis, even in sleep he began to harden. She whispered to me, "I want him clean and hard when he wakes up, go and make us something nice for breakfast".

I examined the weight on my balls. It was a thick steel ring that locked with a tiny pad lock. When I sat to remove those painful boots I noticed that unlike those Chris had worn, these had locks instead of buckles. Chris said "Keep them on, and the ball weight and I have another surprise for you later, now go and make breakfast". As I reached for my dressing gown she said "naked please".

I made scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and chives, toast, orange juice and coffee. When I tottered into the bedroom carrying the tray they were at it again, Chris lying on the bed doing a bugs bunny impression with her feet beside her ears. Paul kneeling on one knee with his other foot planted by her waist and powering his huge dick down into my wifes upturned cunt. After a few minutes he rammed the full length into her and slid his legs back, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled them tightly together. I was standing at the foot of the bed holding the tray, my erect penis throbbing in front of me. He spread his legs and I could see that every inch of that monstrous dick was pushed all the way into her, his balls tight against her ass. He stayed like that for a few minutes then began to fuck with all his might, thrusting fully home and pulling almost all the way out. Chris was crying out in ecstasy, "Yess, yess, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me so hard, yess, yesssss, yessssssss awww fuuuuuccccccckkkk". As she came he powered deep into her and held it there until she subsided then he increased his speed and she came again. Then faster and she came a third time and she went rigid as a spasm as multiple orgasms took her. Her body was stretched taught and unyielding, every muscle quivering with tension. As her orgasms ripped through her he kept up his relentless full length thrusts, faster and faster driving Chris into rapturous convulsions. I was absolutely fascinated, I'd never seen my wife in this state, ok there's a lot of things I'd not seen my wife do in the last twelve hours but this was something different. She was obviously orgasming, every muscle in her body quivered but was stretched tight, she was absolutely rigid.

She was moaning with ecstasy, body absolutely rock solid rigid. The moan became a sob then she screamed at him "Noooo, nooo please nooo oh God no more please" but he kept up his inexorable thrusting. Chris was yelping "No no no no" as each thrust bottomed and after a couple of minutes of the yelping she let out a blood chilling scream as her body seemed to collapse in on itself, all the tension released and she relaxed so completely I thought she'd passed out and still he rammed home. Chris began to move, to tremble and she spoke in a whisper "Please cum oh Paul please cum I can't take anymore, I really can't". He pulled out and hauled himself up her body then forced his engorged dick into her mouth. He started fucking her mouth and was soon pushing into her throat. Chris gagged but he continued, he pushed into her throat and held it there pushing and pushing. Chris gagged and gurgled like she was choking, every few seconds he'd pull out, Chris gulped air and then he forced his dick to the back of her throat. I was astounded at the amount of dick that was disappearing into her mouth, I was also astounded that Chris was allowing him to do this to her. Now he held his dick pushed into her throat for a particularly long time, too long, he looked ecstatic and her face was beginning to turn red then suddenly he stood up on the bed and turned so he was standing with her head between his feet. He stroked his shaft a couple of times, pushed it down to point at Chris and ejaculated. Spurt one landed just above her cleanly shaved pussy, spurt two almost dead centre of her belly filling her navel, spurt three just above that, a little below her breasts, spurt four splattered her breast, five her throat and then he was shooting onto her face, her mouth opened and she caught a few drips and swallowed.

He dropped down to lie on the bed head to head with my wife and I heard him whisper "I told you you'd be begging me to stop", Chris nodded and he broke into a very self satisfied smile.

I stood at the foot of the bed stroking my dick as they ate breakfast. They were chatting like old friends and then Chris broached the subject of his partner. He was reluctant to talk about her but Chris has a way of wheedling things out of people so we were both devastated when he said that she wasn't expected to live much longer. He told us of how she had been diagnosed with leukaemia last Christmas and then a couple of weeks ago during a routine scan her specialist had discovered a growth on her brain. Paul himself was a doctor in the emergency department of his local hospital and he felt so impotent that he didn't have the knowledge or skills to do anything more than everyday care to help her. He cheered up when Chris asked what she was like, he obviously loved her very much and he thought the world of her. She was so pleased when he told her what had happened a fortnight ago, she hoped he'd found someone at least as release his sexual tension, she was rarely up to it anymore so she'd asked for us to visit her but soon for obvious reasons. "If you intend for this going on for a while she's got a lot to talk to you about".

He asked if we had a computer so I went to get my laptop. He brought up a website with pictures of a stunningly beautiful woman, "That's Sammy, that's my one true love".

He had to get back to Lancaster to make sure Sammy was ok before he began his night shift so at 10:30 on a Sunday morning they had one last fuck on the stairs. When he left there were quite a few neighbours working in gardens or cleaning cars and giving not so surreptitious looks as Chris and her lover were kissing goodbye in our driveway. Fred from a couple of doors down pointed walked into his house and slammed the door.

The rest of Sunday was truly erotic, within seconds of the front door closing Chris was lying up the stairs just where she'd been fucked 10 minutes earlier and I was licking out her semen sodden cunt. The smoothness mentioned earlier was because she'd spent the afternoon having her hair and body prepared and had her pubis waxed, completely hairless. Then what is for me the most exquisite of all sensations I was fucking my wifes gaping and sloppy vagina. She licked his semen from my face and lips, I kissed her and dribbled another mans semen from my mouth to hers as her hot and stretched pussy tried to pull me deeper inside. I also had been learning and my thumbs worked her clitoris as we made love on the stairs to the accompaniment of a loud, wet squelching noise. Perhaps for only the sixth or seventh time in our marriage we came in unison then went up to the bedroom. We tried most of the positions that she had done with her lover, some were quite impossible for me either because I kept dropping out because she was so stretched and sloppy or I was so small I just couldn't manage to enter her in that position and we laughed at the impossibility as we struggled and tumbled to try and make it work. Other positions were either wonderful or disappointing but always interesting. She took me in her mouth and with exacting tongue movement and suction brought me to the edge of ejaculation then I slid back into that all enveloping vagina. All too soon I'd added more semen to her already semen flooded pussy and as I pulled out a great gush of thick creamy white liquid followed. This really was the most wonderful sex I'd ever experienced and I was soon hard again. She allowed me for the first time to ass fuck her, oh what a sensation, so intense that it made me cum too quickly (story of my life).

As I lay on the bed exhilarated and exhausted she sprung her next surprise as she slipped a penis restraint over my flaccid cock, locked it to the ball weights and then spent most of the rest of the day teasing me, watching my penis try to grow, to strain, to try to force itself to painfully expand through the tight metal tube.
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I was into my Gothic thing at the time, white makeup, black clothes. It was all very depressing with an overt hint of sexuality. I was often called a 'slut' and I wore the badge proudly, even though I wasn't all that experienced.

The day came that I was late with a book report and Mr. Wilson suggested that I drop it by his house after school and he'd consider it as turned in on time. I really needed the grade and it was worth the long bicycle trip out to his house that night. Besides, I'd get
to see his house!

When I got to his house he was out front raking leaves and he directed me to put the bike in his garage. The garage was in the backyard and I saw that he had a fishpond. So I put my bike away and left my books on it before I walked over to the pond. The fish were
so calm and beautiful.

"They're called 'koi'."

I spun to look at Mr. Wilson and felt my feet go out from under me. Clumsily, I tried to get my balance and tipped over right into the pond. When I surfaced I must've looked like hell. Mr. Wilson was choking back laughter seeing my Gothic image compltely ruined.

"You know, you don't look quite so threatening now, Charlotte." He reached to me and I took his hand. "Let's get you inside before you freeze to death."

He took me to a bathroom where he gave me some towels and a thick, terry robe. He politely stood outside to take all of my clothes to the laundry room while I took a shower to get the pond goo off of me. The shower took me quite a while as my jet black rinse made a mess on the shower floor that I just had to clean up. Then I dried my hair as best I could and put on the robe. It felt a little strange to be in just a robe with Mr. Wilson but I decided to be a big girl and deal with it. Barefoot, I walked out to the kitchen and found him in a similar robe with a pot of tea on the table.

"Hope you don't mind, I needed a shower myself after the yardwork. Now let's you get some tea and I'll have a look at that report." He looked up at me and caught his breath. "You look like a real woman after all that camoflauge comes off, you know that?" I just blushed.

He poured me a mug of hot tea and gestured to me to have a look around while he read my report.

I made my way around the house for a while and finally settled into his library. It was a proper man's library with books on shelves up to the ceiling and a dark desk with red leather chairs about the room. The fire in the fireplace gave a sort of life to the room and I found myself reaching for a book. A peel of thunder vibrated the room, reminding me to get going before the weather worsened.

"I took the liberty of calling your folks to explain your little mishap. Your mom said the weather already broke on their side of town and you might want to stay here a while. I suggested having you stay the night and she agreed that would be best." He let the comment linger in the air.

"Most parents would have a problem with their daughter spending the night with a man."

Smartass that I was, I couldn't resist: "Is that what I'm doing, 'spending the night' with you?"

In all the time I'd known Mr. Wilson I'd never known him to display any uncontrolled emotions. He was always the perfect picture of calm.

I stared at him defiantly, taking that calm of his for granted. He slowly moved towards me and I retreated until my ass was against his desk. His face was close to mine when he spoke.

"What do you want, Charlotte? Do you want to play with your little boyfriends or do you want to play with a real man? You can sleep in the guest room tonight like a good little girl or you can learn something about life if you want. Or if you're not chicken. But once we start, don't expect me to stop. You get to say 'no' right now or not at all, got that?"

It was the chicken thing that triggered my defiance one more time. I looked at Mr. Wilson and said, "If you want to play, then let's play."

He took me in his arms and kissed me, hard. I was instantly scared to death of what I'd done, what I'd started with my big mouth. This wasn't boys I'd had furtive little affairs with, this was a man with mature needs. I could tell this wasn't going to be just another make-out session.

I felt his cock poking at me through the layers of the robes between us and I realized, too late, that he was dead serious. This was no game we were playing.

His lips moved down my neck and then he seized me by the waist and lifted me onto the desk. He pushed my legs apart and crushed himself to me. The cool air of the room brushed over my legs, reminding me of how vulnerable I was right at that moment. I pushed at his shoulders when he tried to open my robe.

"Playing hard to get?"

I looked at him with my defiance again and then gave it up.

"Mr. Wilson, look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to..."

He shook his head and put a finger to my lips, shushing me.

"Charlotte, you had your chance before. I meant it when I said there was no changing your mind. I'm not one of your little boyfriends you can tease and tease. You said you wanted to play, well this is part of the play, dear."

He leaned in and kissed me again. His hands ran up to my neck and under my robe. In one swift move my shoulders were bare and I began to cry as he tried to get the robe off of me.

"Here, now, no tears. It's not so hard to take off a robe, Charlotte." He dropped his in front of me. "See?"

I caught a glance of his thick cock and my eyes clouded up with tears again as I knew that I'd played a game with a real man and lost. He pulled me off the desk and I surrendered as he took the robe off and let it slip to the floor.

He sighed as he took me in his arms and crushed me against his strong chest. I can't begin to explain the feelings running through me all at once. I wanted to run and then a part of me wanted to see this through, to experience being the object of a man's desire.

He turned me around and held me close again. His arms wrapped around me and his hands sought after, and found, my breasts. Then he sent a hand into my downy tuft and I recoiled as a finger slipped into me.

"You like being touched like this. Don't you, Charlotte? Don't you, baby?"

The sheer sexual feeling I felt right then was more than I was ready for. I trembled as he probed me and found my clit. I put my hand on his and tried to get him to stop, but he just held on harder, intensifying an already intense moment.

I braced myself on the desk as Mr. Wilson began fucking me with his finger, knowingly concentrating on my clit. I felt him kiss the back of my neck as I silently changed my focus from fear to pleasure.

My feet involuntarily spread wider to give him freer access to please my body. The thought that he'd want me to do the same for him crossed my mind and I figured a hand-job wouldn't be too much to ask after this. My head fell to my chest as his skilled finger worked me up into a frenzy. He'd bring me to the edge of going off and then he'd back off before starting all over again. It was driving me mad.

Finally, the wonderful pleasure grew in my belly and then released itself on my soul. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life at that point. He took my arms in his hands and guided me to the desktop. Placing my hands at the far edge of the desk he then softly caressed my back and my arms as the glow of the orgasm sedated me.

I felt him at my entrance again and arched my back to raise it up to him. I smiled to myself as I prepared to let him start me on another glorious sexual journey. His probing was a little more gentle this time and I allowed myself to relax as he pushed at me. It felt fuller than the first time and then I realized that this wasn't his finger in me.

My sex-ed classes came back to me.

"You have a condom on, right?"

He chuckled. "There are no condoms in this house, little one. And I'm not gonna lie to you and tell you about a vasectomy. You just relax and I'll pull it out before there's a problem. Trust me."

With that he gave me a deep thrust and I felt his hairy thighs kiss against my bare ass. It was wonderful to have this beautiful man making love to me and I lay there glowing in his attentions. He wasn't one of the boys, that was for sure. He'd slowly withdraw himself from me and then slowly penetrate me, holding my hips and grinding himself into my depths.

He asked me to squeeze him and I gave it my best, clamping myself around his cock as he pulled out of me and relaxing as he drove back in. I realized we were making love and I loved the thought of it.

I knew it had to end sometime, but my senses were all wrapped up in that glorious rod running in and out of me. A clinical part of me was getting a little worried, though, and I gave into my concern.

"You said you'd pull out, right?"

He fucked me a little harder.

"MMmpph, yeah...I will...promise."

I squeezed his cock as hard as I could as if to make the point. His hands moved to my hips and held me, tight, as he increased his rhythm. Part of me knew what was happening and another, inexperienced part of me, still trusted him.

"You said you'd pull out."

All the response I got was a growl and he began to complete what we'd started. He drove deep into me with each thrust now, causing me no small amount of discomfort as my body tried to accept him. I went to get up off the desk and he put a hand in the middle of my back and forced my face to the desktop.

He pounded me harder and harder, until he suddenly slowed down and took deeper, harder strokes. His hands went to my hips again and held me as he pushed into me and stopped for a moment. He was making a decision, I could just tell.

Then he fucked me again with that pile-driver ferocity and moaned as he held his cock deep into me. I felt the length of it swell and then it rippled with some animalistic power. Helpless to stop it, I felt the beautiful cock spray its fertile load into my womb. I was certain he making me pregnant right then and there.

Like a stupid cow, I just lay there with his cock filling me up with sperm. There was no point in fighting or arguing once it had started so I just lay there.

After a while he pulled out of me and swept me up into his arms. He carried me to his bed and lay me into it before getting in himself. I was on my back as he climbed between my legs and I looked up at him with wonder and fear.

Nothing was said as his wonderful cock easily slipped into me again and our lovemaking took on a new, less fervored pace. All night long he taught me lessons no one ever gets in English class. And all night long he filled me with his come.

That was our only time together. He had to run out of town when it turned out he'd made another girl pregnant. As for me, I sweated out the month until my period came and went. Mr. Wilson had, indeed, been a great teacher to me and his lessons have stayed with me down the years. I know what we did was wrong, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.
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