RockHard Cock
I would like to start by introducing myself as I’m a new author. I’m a student by profession and I would like my identity to be anonymous. U can call me Dr. Dud. My wife, who I like to use in my stories goes by the fictitious name of Ashley. Both of us get a huge turn – on by creating these sex stories and using her as the heroine for the key – role. So lets get started with our first story! Day: Wednesday Date: 10/9/’08 Time:00:06 AM Ashley was sucking my cock hard. It was swollen only to 6 inches,and not to its full 9 inches, and I had not yet come in her face as I always like to do. She had started an hour ago and usually her blow jobs are so good I have the satisfaction of splattering her face with my hot cum within a maximum of 15 minutes. Sometimes we use this for foreplay and take two or three hours to have slow sex in the missionary position. But today, we were stuck at the oral phase for a whole hour and I was nowhere near orgasm. I had kissed her passionately and ripped off her bra before we started. I thought she had tasted something different from the way she usually tastes when I kissed her. Finally I envisioned a rather lusty – looking celebrity with pouty lips and huge breasts slowly working on my penis and swallowing the whole of it (you all know who that is) and not surprisingly, I had a gigantic orgasm that almost choked her. Within seconds my wife’s face was covered with my white juices. I kissed her passionately not botherin to wipe my cum off her slutty face, played with her breasts and sucked on her lips till she fell asleep. Day: Thursday Date: 11/9/’08 Time: 10 AM It was time for a break at the hospital. I decided to drive to the electric goods store. I walked holding my broad 5’9″ frame erect, hands in my pockets down the aisle of the section for security cameras. I selected a moderate priced one that would serve the purpose. At the reception was a pretty lady who looked to be twenty. I wondered if she had a boyfriend as she looked away shyly as we made eye contact. As I paid the bill, I noticed the weather outside- rainy. There was mist on the store’s glass. I wondered what was going on at home. I patted the camera in my bag, satisfied. Perfect. Time: 5PM I rang the bell and she welcomed me with our usual kiss. She did taste different. Was it my imagination? I fixed us some tea and I watched Ashley as she curled up in the sofa with just her negligee on. Was that a slight moan that escaped her lips when she brought her knees to her breasts? She’d never been in that much pain before. I frowned, but despite my suspicions, the sight of her velvety heaven between her hips made me stare as she sipped her tea in a different world, lost in her thoughts. I suggested that she go over to Bella’s -a pretty little spinster friend of hers, have dinner and spend the night there if she wanted to, to which she readily agreed. As soon as I heard the door shut, I hurried to my bag, took out the camera, read the instructions, then set out to get the necessary hardware for connecting it to my system. Within the next twelve hours, everything was ready. I settled down in my bed exhausted. Day: Friday Date: 12/9/’08 Time: 8AM I kissed my wife goodbye as I left for work. I noted the very subtle change in her taste again. It was normal this time. I grinned sarcastically inside, thinking of the camera I had switched on and the moments which I was hoping it would record. Time: 9PM I returned tired after a late day, and again noted the mild change in her kiss. My wife did taste better than she did in the morning. I did not bother to make love to her that night. I waited till she fell asleep, then crept to my computer. I switched it on, and accessed the security camera console with my password, and rewinded it to 10 AM by just pure instinct. What I saw made my dick bulge uncontrollably even though I had been ready for it. Ryan, the twenty year old college student who lived opposite our appartment was entering ours – and my wife was dressed in nothing but her bra and mini denim shorts. I knew at once by instinct, that Ashley wasnt wearing any damn thing under those tight shorts. I let down my shorts to expose my now-hard-nine-inch-cock. I started stroking it, watching with mixed emotions as the young handsome stud took my 36″ – 32″ – 34″ – angel into his arms, unhooking her bra in two seconds and passionately kissing her. At that very second my angel became my sexiest slut to my eternally – unsatiated – fantasies. The way he unhooked my wife’s lingerie within fifteen seconds showed his experience either with my wife and / or with women in general. The fact that both of them were experienced turned me on even further. Ashley was now naked and he was still in his bright orange tshirt and shorts. She didnt seem to bother about it. He was enjoying my wife to the core, and the look he had on his face as he relished her sent warm sexual vibrations through my hips. Finally, she decided she was too bare, and Ashley made Ryan sit on our couch (where she had lain the day before, during tea) and removed his tshirt. As it reached his shoulders and covered his face, she pressed her firm proportionate juicy tits into his hard muscular chest, and I could see both their abdomens were fit to the core. I was masturbating fast now as the tshirt was thrown away into unseen oblivion and they were passionately kissing. My wife’s eyes were shut tight as he pushed his tongue into the crevices of her slutty mouth. Ashley had wanted me to ‘tongue-fuck-her-mouth’ before but I could not entirely grasp the concept, and soon gave it up since the only way I could have learnt it was with a tutorial. But now as I watched him do it, I felt a tiny twinge of guilt, which I quickly brushed away as I felt pre – cum start to drip from the tip of my cock.