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He came home unwontedly one hot midsummer morning, and found me, his wife

fornicating with the new stable hand.

 

We saw him but we didn't stop. Didn't miss a beat. We just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid. He saw that we actually seemed to enjoy having him there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, his presence seeming to spur us on. Our cries grew louder, lewder and we both looked at him as our bodies thrashed and heaved and writhed in that frantic, eager, obscene lust.

 

There was nothing he could do about it. And he realised, to his horror, that finally there was nothing he wanted to do about it. Of course, there was that stunning little pause common in such situations: He froze at the door to the bedroom, his eyes widening, his mind numbing, his heart hammering wildly, a sickening hollow wrenching the pit of his stomach.

 

I was laid naked on my back across the width of the bed, my legs spread wide, my knees forked and raised, my back arched, my gorgeous, swollen breasts thrust out, my nipples visibly stiff and fully erect with excitement, the dark aureoles puckered. My lovely face was flung back, almost over the edge of the bed, and it was a vision of lust: My eyes were wide and glassy, my nostrils were flared, and my mouth was open in a loud cry of lust that, as I saw him, died on my lips; but only momentarily. A smile lit my face and he heard me moan again, now with heightened arousal.

 

Kneeling between my splayed thighs with his legs folded under his buttocks, his knees spread wide, his hands under my thighs was our recently engaged twenty-two year old stable hand, Leon. He was a tall, lean, muscular, handsome youth, with clean-shaven finely chiselled features: His nose was slim and straight, his eyes were deep and dark, his black hair was thick, and his jaw was rugged. His body was strong, with broad shoulders sweeping past a deep and well-cleaved chest to a narrow waist and high hips. His arms and legs were long and sinewy, with thick, rounded muscles. His belly was flat, rock-hard, with a prominent six- pack of hard, cobbled muscles. His torso was hairless, even the armpits shorn.

 

And then there was that cock of his. It was truly magnificent, bigger than my husbands by far, a dream tool. My husband Charles could see it clearly: at least nine inches or more in length, over two inches thick, standing out proud and rigid in front of heavy, low balls. When Charles came in, his buttocks were half-flexed, his hips in mid-thrust, mine in mid-rise and his cock was half-in, half-out of me, its thick, long shaft glistening with our combined coital juices. He stopped his thrust when he saw Charles; his eyes darted in fleeting panic from his face to mine; saw and gauged my reaction; and immediately his eyes and face lit with a triumphant, gloating grin and now, entirely for Charles benefit, he squeezed his cock back deeper into me, going in slowly and deeply. I moaned my lust aloud.

 

Physically, sexually, the stable hand was everything that my husband was not. Charles could see why I found him attractive. And how could the stable hand, for his part, have resisted me?

 

And I do love sex. I crave it, hanker for it, demands it, I always have and even if I was interested Charles would have never been able to match my appetite. But our marriage was just an agreement of convenience. Charles lusted for me but I would never consider allowing him his desires.

 

There was just no way could the stable hand have denied me, or me him. Now a slow, lascivious smile creased my face. Without taking my eyes off of Charles, I spoke to my lover:

 

"Come on Leon. Show him everything you do to me. Everything! Let him see. Let him hear. Come on. Fuck me hard!"

 

My hands slid up to my swollen breasts, squeezing them erotically together, offering them to my stable hand-lover. Kneeling above me, the stable hand grinned, right into my husbands face, then down at me, and flexed his buttocks and thrust deep into me, making me arch and gasp in pure, and complete pleasure.

 

All Charles could do was watch numbly. "Ohhhh." Leon grunted, flexing his buttocks and driving his cock deep into me. Beneath him, I gasped as his penis surged into my vagina. My hips jerked up at his and my body arched steeply under his. My head arched back and my fingers clawed at his sprawling shoulders.

 

"OHHHH. Ohhhh. Yes. So good."

 

He moved masterfully, his muscles rippling like snakes under his taut skin, his hips rocking to and fro in a beautifully controlled rhythm. Charles watched, mesmerized, as his enormous cock ground in and out of me relentlessly, appearing and disappearing and shining and glistening with our fluids. My body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, my swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing sexily. I moaned and gasped my joy, digging my fingernails into his bulging biceps, squeezing his buttocks, crushing my own breasts in excitement.

 

Charles erection was now throbbing. Grinning at him, the stable hand unfolded his legs and bend over me on outstretched arms and knees. He lifted his hips and, his eyes on my husband's face, with a skewering rush of his hips, his buttocks flexing taut, thrust deep and hard into my sacred sex. I cried out sharply, arching even more steeply, shuddering, my fingers clenching his bulging biceps. Leon laughed softly, scarcely out of breath and began moving fast, fucking me demonically. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, up and down, back and forth, to and fro, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing. Under him, my body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, my swollen breasts bouncing wildly, the string of Bond Street pearls around my neck tossing, my feet locked in the small of his back. My cries and lewd love-calls grew

sharper, higher, and louder.

 

"OH! Ohhhhh.. OH! OHHHHH!" I called loudly in broken, staccato gasps. "Come on Leon. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

 

"Yeh, that's it!" he grunted, really into the act with a vengeance now and he grinned at Charles again.

 

"Yes!" I gasped, feverishly bucking my hips under his. He thrust deep into me and I arched and cried out and, as he slid out, moaned in pleasure, my hands sliding down his muscular back, clenching his buttocks, drawing him back deep into me.

 

"Oh god. YES!"

 

The stable hand winked broadly at Charles. He bent his head, his shoulders knotting together, and kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I moaned and sucked on his tongue and lips, my arms wound slavishly about his sprawling shoulders, my feet hooked behind his knees, my swollen breasts flattening against his chest. His hips kept rocking up and down, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing. He rose again and now Charles saw him grit his teeth and arch his head and groan thickly. He moved faster now, plunging steeply in and out of me. My body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, my breasts bouncing wildly.

 

As if on cue, we slowed and Charles realised that this wasn't the first time we had been together. We knew each other's moods and desires too well. He slid smoothly out of me and, unbidden, still gasping and panting, I rolled slowly onto my front, facing Charles, raised on my forearms and knees, my body slanting down away from him. My breasts hung heavy and pendulous, my pearl necklace swung free. My face glowed with a soft radiance of lust. I shuffled my legs apart and turned my face over

my slender shoulder to the stable hand:

 

"Fuck me!"

 

Charles heard me groan and the stable hand moved forward on his knees, pressing his cock-head between the curves of my buttocks:

 

"She loves it like this!" Leon informed Charles. The stable hand moved his cock-head to my vagina-lips, wet and unfurled and quickly squeezed his cock-head into me. I bit my lower lip in anticipation. He gripped my hips, and, in one long, punishing, piercing stroke, his buttocks flexing taut, his hips jamming against my buttocks, thrust deep and hard into me. I cried out sharply, a call of the purest joy, my mouth opening in a wide O, my head lifting.

 

"OHHHHH. Ohhhhh. OHHH!"

 

He started fucking me rapidly with deep, skewering thrust. His hips swung to and fro, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing. Charles could see his huge cock appearing and disappearing between the curves of my buttocks, grinding wetly in and out of me. My body rocked and jerked under his thrusts, my swollen breasts bouncing, and my pearl necklace tossing back and forth. His hands dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he moved faster, his thighs now slapping loudly against my buttocks, grunting and gasping loudly.

 

Beneath him, I rocked back and forth, my shoulders hunching as my head sank low. He moved faster and Charles was forced to watch him thrusting into me, making my breasts bounce violently, my necklace tossing wildly. My cries grew higher and my face contorted in lust, and Charles saw me squeeze my breasts feverishly.

 

"OHH yes! Oh god yes!" I cried.

 

He was moving furiously now, his thighs slapping loudly at my buttocks, his balls pressing to my lips with each thrust. He gripped my buttocks sharply and I gasped and he grinned at Charles again. Then he bent slowly over my body, pushing his hands under my breasts to cup and squeeze then. I turned my face over my shoulder and Charles watched us kiss, the stable hand and his "Lady" deeply and with enormous, visible desire. He slowed his thrusts for a moment and moved his legs apart and rose into a deep crouch on his heels astride my hips, his feet on either side of my belly, his fingers pressed into the small of my back. I was pinned under him and in this position his cock could drive down into me especially deep. I sank my torso lower on the bed, my face on one side on the sheets, my arms spread, gasping and moaning now.

 

The stable hand moved in faster, now pistoning and plunging steeply in and out of my vagina, jerking my body to and fro under his. The stable hand was relentless. He just kept going. Of course Charles I could never have lasted half as long; the stable hand showed no signs of tiring or losing control. His body language was demanding. Clearly, he was fucking me for his pleasure now. But there was nothing crude about his technique. It was a masterful performance and it was obvious that I loved every second of it, being fucked hard and rough like this.

 

 

 

From where Charles stood, facing us, he missed nothing. My face was turned to him and the lust and excitement on my face said everything. My back was arched upward from my shoulders to my raised hips and thrust-out buttocks. The stable hand's muscular body straddled mine and Charles could see his huge, glistening penis stroking furiously in and out and up and down, plunging and pistoning like a mechanised trip-hammer, powering in and out of my wanton flesh, each thrust drawing a cracked sob of pleasure from my throat.

 

He slowed his tempo gradually and shuffled his feet back up a bit, lifted my torso up on my outstretched arms and hands again. I moaned, my shoulders hunching together, my head bowed, mouth-open, my body jerking and rocking, my breasts bouncing, pearl necklace tossing and swinging. He fucked me with slow, deep, skewering thrusts now, taking his time, evidently recouping his energy and staving off his orgasm. He moved his hand to my face and I kissed his fingers, sucking the fingertips sexily. Reaching down, he cupped my breasts again, squeezing them, pinching and tugging at my long hard nipples. I groaned, squirming my bottom into his crotch and lifted and turned my face again and Charles watched us kiss again, with lots of tongue.

 

"Leon. Why don't you show my husband that you are worth every penny that he pays you?"

 

"Hear that?" The stable hand crowed, grinning at my husband."

 

Charles watched, his erection throbbing as the stable hand took his cock in his hand and pressed it to the entrance of my vagina once more. Charles watched as I tensed fractionally, and then relax as I moaned eagerly. The stable hand grinned devilishly. Charles was struggling to stop himself from shooting into his pants and had circled around to a side-on view now. The stable hand grinned down at me and nodded once. Slowly, he positioned himself and I moved my knees further apart and bent forward steeply again, lifting her buttocks and my tight opening for the stable hand's pleasure.

  

Beneath him, I shivered in pleasure as he moved over me again in a crouch and pressed his cock-head to the tight opening of my vagina. I tensed again, and then yielded and instantly he pressed inward and his huge cock-head slid into me. I gasped once, loudly, tensing, chewing my lower lip, my eyes closed. Leon had now thoroughly embedded his huge cock in my vagina. I moaned and gasped feverishly under him, my buttocks writhing and squirming, my head hanging between my arms, shaking. Pressing his hands into the small of my back, the stable hand began fucking me slowly and deeply and thoroughly. He moved unhurriedly, lifting his hips, drawing his huge cock-length out till just the cock-head was inside me, and then slowly drilling deep into me again. I groaned and whimpered with each inward thrust. Gradually, he quickened the tempo and began moving faster, yet never losing the rhythm. He bent over me again, his feet on either side of my belly, his knuckles on the bed outside my hands, his arms outstretched. His hips rose and fell and his glistening cock stroked steeply up and down and in and out of my tight channel. My body jerked and rocked under his and Charles saw me twist my shoulder and thrust a hand under my legs and press my finger to my clitoris and start masturbating slowly. My voice rose in pitch and volume and the room filled with their cries.

 

"Ahhhh.. AHHHHHHHHHH. Ahhhh."

 

My finger worked my clit feverishly now and my hips shook and jerked and rocked under his thrusts as I soared to a wild orgasm. It hit me hard and I gasped, crying out. The stable hand let it come, peak and pass and kept moving, going even faster now, each thrust making me cry out sharply in an agony of lust. My orgasm ebbed and I moaned, turning my face to his, enticing him to yet another deep, lingering kiss.

 

"I want to suck your cock, Leon!"

 

Charles heard me murmur breathlessly. The stable hand grinned at me and then up at Charles, mocking me, and slid out of my tight sex, making me gasp softly. He turned around and leaned back on his elbows, bending his knees and spreading his legs wide. His rampant penis glistened, quivering upright. With a loud moan, I turned around and buried my face in his crotch, sucking his rampant penis feverishly, crushing my breasts in my hands. He grunted, one hand on my head, moving it up and down to suit his pleasure, caressing my face, feeling her lips on his cock-shaft. I pumped his cock in my fist, opening my mouth wide, running my tongue around the bulging cock-head, running my tongue and teeth up and down the thick, vein-ridged shaft, so recently a welcome guest in my sacred sex, then ducking my head and sucking his heavy balls, then sucking his cock again, my face distending with its size and the working of my tongue on it.

 

I squeezed my breasts over his cock-head, kissing and licking his belly, rising to suckle on his small, hard, dark nipples, and then went down hungrily again to nuzzle his crotch, caressing my face with his cock. He pulled my head to his penis again, urging me to suck him.

 

He got to his feet on the bed, legs apart and I rose on my knees before him then Charles watched me take the stable hands cock in one hand, pumping it hard, opening my mouth and licking the bulging cock head lasciviously, my cheeks billowing with the thickness of his cock-head in my mouth. His cock was huge and yet I managed to take it all, deep into my mouth, sucking feverishly, hungrily, my hands on my breasts and Charles realised that my sexual hunger was still unquenched, that I needed more.

 

Just for Charles benefit, to make sure he wouldn't miss a thing, we turned to him in profile and I turned my face and laughed at him, my eyes shining with pleasure and arousal, the stable hand's pre-cum sperm shiny on my lips and cheeks. I kissed his cock, moving my face behind it, looking at my husband over it, then tilted my dark eyes up at my stable hand-lover.

 

The stable hand groaned as I went back to sucking him hard. He fucked my face quickly now, pumping his hips to and fro, gasping and grunting, his cock bloating my mouth. With a shuddering moan, he climaxed and I groaned and opened my mouth wide under his cock, jerking his cock feverishly. Charles saw the stable hand's sperm pump jet after jet of thick and heavy and sperm into my mouth, splashing on my cheeks and neck and breasts and dribbling down my body. I moaned, smiling wantonly up at him, and swallowed his cum, scooping it off my breasts and licking my fingers.

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