Incest/Taboo The Stranger

Every night the following week we fucked and he filled Claire each time. As I lay across our bed, Mike holding my ankles in the air, his hips pushing, I thought about what was going to happen Saturday night and was as intrigued as I was nervous.

Saturday morning, Mike came into the bathroom just as I emerged from the shower. "I'm bringing him over tonight," he said. His smile was genuine and his happiness evident. Seeing this actually brought me some pleasure as well. I wasn't sure about tonight but I could tell the pending encounter had turned Mike joyous. I always liked his smile and seeing it this morning made me feel good. Maybe he was right; this is what we needed.

"I know. What time?"

Taking me in his arms, he said, "Around seven or eight. I'm meeting him at Willy's to make sure the vibe is right."

"Thank you." I had asked him to do this for me - to meet the stranger first.

"When are you taking the kids to your mom's place?"

"She's making her famous macaroni and cheese for dinner, so early. Around five or so."

"Will that give you enough time to get ready?"

I nodded and he kissed me, his tongue gently pushing past my lips. "I can't wait to see you in the lingerie you bought." Slipping his hand beneath the towel, he stroked my mons, then dipped lower. "Don't forget to shave your pussy, Gwenny. It's a little fuzzy."

"I know. I'll take care of her."

He grinned. "As smooth as can be, right?"

"Yes, honey, you've already told me. I'll make sure she's as bald as your uncle Ronny."

Mike chuckled then pooched his lower lip. "I can see you aren't excited about tonight but I am. Can you just do this for me...for us?" He gently fed a finger to Claire, who's wet lips nibbled around it greedily.

How he interpreted my thoughts about this evening wasn't quite accurate. A small part of me - the much yonger version from long ago - could hardly contain the anticipation. But I was also anxious. We were allowing a stranger inside our house; inside me. A mother is protective of her family and a woman protective of her body. "I'm just nervous, Mike. That's all. I'll be ready by tonight."

"Thank you. I love you."

Looking in his eyes, they were bright and clear and I told him I loved him.

"Since it's our anniversary, can I have a Gwendolyn Special?" His adorable dimples were in full effect and I melted.

I didn't say anything; just got down on my knees like a good girl. Taking his cock in my hands, I slowly stroked it to life and he quickly hardened. A moment later, I wrapped my lips around the purple-blue tip and got to work, my head bobbing slightly and not even going halfway down the shaft. It wasn't how I'd been taught to give a blow job, but it was how I'd always performed for Mike and he never complained (no man ever complains about a blow job, good or bad).

I kept my eyes on his as I swirled my tongue around the tip and gently bit. Closing his eyes and hissing, he took hold of my hair and pulled me all the way onto his cock. When he came, I swallowed; that was something I was taught and I didn't mind. I had always loved the taste of a man's essence. He thanked me and I smiled as I stood. Knowing his sperm would be sloshing in my tummy as we went about our day felt naughty.

The rest of the day flew by. Katelyn had to get to a dance recital and Brian had Little League. Mike coached his team and Saturday mornings, which was fun for all of us, even when they lost. Running from baseball to dance, we dropped into a burger place for a quick bite. "What are you guys doing for your anniversary tonight," my daughter asked.

"Getting away from the two of you monsters," Mike said. I kept quiet.

Katelyn grinned and looked at me for a moment before popping a fry in her mouth. "Can we go swimming at grandma's?"

"Yes, that's fine," I said. "But I want you both to take a shower before going to bed. The chlorine will turn your hair green."

"Okay," they said in unison.

"What are you and Mike doing for your anniversary tonight?"

I handed my mom Brian's backpack and said, "Just spending time together." This made my mother smile. I had shared with her our intimacy issues and "spending time together" meant having sex, which had to be a step in the right direction. Just open your legs.

"Good for you." She hugged me. "Don't be afraid to try something new, honey. You know, to keep things spicy."

If she only knew. I rolled my eyes. "Thanks mom."

"Have fun and there is no need to rush over tomorrow morning. If you're tied up," she winked, "that's fine with me. I'm going to surprise the kids and take them to the pancake house."

"Okay, just call me when you get home and I'll come get them."

I poured the fifth glass of wine as I sat at the kitchen table. The house was quiet. I was showered and Claire had been shaved smooth. My dark hair was shiny and straight and pulled back into a ponytail. Mike didn't want it covering my face in the video. My heart should have been hammering away but the wine had settled things down. I wanted to be numb and I was mostly there. I wore perfume; something I rarely did anymore.

The lock turned and I heard their voices at the front door. Taking my wine, I moved to the living room and sat on the couch, my legs crossed and my arms across my chest.

Mike came in first, followed by a very handsome man who looked to be in his early 40s. He wore a light grey suit with a crisp white shirt and a navy blue tie. The clothes fit him elegantly and contrasted beautifully with his dark skin. He was tall and broad shouldered and his hair was cut short. His waist was narrow and his stomach was board-flat. My breath may have caught when I glanced at his crotch; a distinctive outline, long and thick, was evident in the tailored slim-cut slacks. It was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear as I could see the unmistakable ridgeline created by the oversized head of his circumcised cock.

I thought: Jesus, he's large.

His eyes were almost preternaturally green. When he saw me sitting on the couch his smile was radiant and it made me feel good.

"This is Gwendolyn," Mike said.

I didn't stand up. My husband had provided the list of items I was to purchase at the lingerie store after dropping the kids and I felt completely self-conscious. All I wanted was to hide myself and everything I wore exposed or teased my flesh.

Standing in the poorly lit fitting room, I wept when looking at myself in the mirror. A pink mesh corset struggled to contain my breasts and it matched the crotchless thong panties. White thigh highs and cheap red heels pulled the enseble together. "You look like a whore," I whispred to my reflection. The reality of what was going to happen this evening was setting in. "But it's for the greater good," I retorted. Recalling my time in Switzerland more than a decade ago, I heard some courage creep into my voice, "You've been displayed in far more revealing ways." Setting my jaw as I put my clothes on, I told myself, "You can do this."

Back in my livingroom, the stranger said, "Hello Gwendolyn. It's nice to meet you."

I didn't say anything.

"Honey..."

"Shut up. You aren't here." I needed my mind focused on this other man. I was worried that thinking about Mike would make me feel guilty for what was about to happen. My husband's cheeks bloomed red and he wandered over to the corner of the room, out of my line of sight.

The stranger's voice was smooth and baritone and calming. Eyeing my glass, he asked, "May I top off your glass?"

Taking a sip, I shook my head.

"May I get myself a glass?"

"Help yourself. It's in the little refrigerator by the sink." I was being a terrible hostess but didn't care.

He returned with the bottle and topped off my glass anyway. "May I sit with you."

Looking at him for a long moment I finally nodded.

"Thank you." He sat elegantly; unbuttoning his jacket, his back was straight, legs crossed at the knees. His pants pulled tightly around his cock, which lay down his thigh like a thick hose. He raised his glass. "To you, Gwendolyn, and our meeting this evening."

He held it aloft until I clinked my glass to his. "It's nice to meet you, too." It came out strained.

Looking me over from head to toe, he said, "You're an incredibly beautiful woman." He sounded like he meant it. "I consider myself a very lucky man just to have met you."

"Thank you." It was quiet for a moment and I nervously twisted my ponytail. Breaking the silence, I asked, "What's your name?"

Smiling beautifully, he said, "That's not important, is it?"

Thinking for a moment, I finally said, "No, I suppose it isn't." All that's important is that Claire be force-fed your impressive cock and that Mike captures it on video.

Pulling a sleek black phone from his breast pocket, he tapped the screen and said, "Before we get started, I think it's important we protect ourselves."

"I'm on birth control." It came out quickly, before I understood what he meant.

Mike snickered and I shot him a look that shut him up in a heartbeat.

The stranger smiled. "I appreciate knowing that, Gwendolyn. It makes things less...complicated."

"You can call me Gwen, if you prefer."

He smiled. "Gwen it is." Pointing the phone at Mike he said, "What's going to happen tonight?"

"You're going fuck my wife while I watch."

The stranger asked, "And you're okay with this?"

Mike smiled like the devil. "I am."

"You agree that you will not cause me or Gwendolyn any physical harm should she and I mutually agree to partake in this activity?"

"I'm not to going to hurt either of you. I want this to happen." I thought the stranger could probably beat my husband to death with his loafer if he was so inclined.

"Thank you, Mike. I appreciate it." Turning the lens to me he said, "Do you approve, Gwen?"

"Yes."

"Are you free of any sexually transmitted diseases?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever had a sexually transmitted disease?"

"No."

"Please explain what we are going to do."

"You and I are going to have sex."

He then looked into the camera, tapped the screen and said he was a healthy adult and free of any sexually transmitted diseases. He said he was not being paid for his services and was consenting to the evening's activities. "I will not wear a condom." He turned the phone toward me. "Is this okay with you?"

He was so professional. I didn't expect it to be like this. I took a sip of wine. "Yes, I am okay with you not wearing a condom."

"And do you approve of me ejacualting inside your vagina?"

The questions were so clinical but talking about what we were going to do was also turning me on. "Yes." Eyeing his oversized cock was also getting to me.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, it's okay for you to ejaculate inside my vagina."

"Are you consenting to this of your own free will?"

I looked at Mike for a moment, then back at the camera. "Yes."

"Thank you." He tapped the screen a couple times and slipped the phone in his jacket pocket. "It's important we all understand what's happening. This video protects all three of us. I have already sent the file back to the website's server so even if I lost my phone or it was somehow taken from me, the video is secure. It will not be distributed and is encrypted. It will only be used as evidence in any legal matter."

"Okay," I said.

"Gwen, please provide me with your cell phone or email address not connected to your husband's and I will send this video to you. I already have Mike's information and will send this to him as well."

After providing him with my information, the stranger looked around the room. "Your home is beautiful. You have quite an eye for design."

"Thank you." I had taken interior design classes at a community college before attending culinary school and opening my catering business in Switzerland. That seemed like such a long time ago. The stranger eyed a picture of our family and I realized I wasn't sure I wanted him to know anything more about us. I changed the subject. "How did Mike find you?"

From the corner, my husband said, "There are websites..."

"I wasn't talking to you." Mike shut up and the stranger took a drink before responding.

"There are websites for...situations like this."

I knew this. I didn't live under a rock. And unbeknownst to my husband, I had masturbated around the fantasy of a man like this stranger taking me. Playing the innocent Mike believed me to be, I said, "Oh. So lots of men want to whore out their wives."

The stranger looked hurt for a moment and it pained me, which was a surprise. He said, "Gwen, you're not a prostitute and neither am I. We are consenting adults and both here of our own free will. This is a very common experience among couples and I am honored to be here with you this evening. I was hoping you would feel the same way."

I felt a little foolish and accusatory. I had, after all, agreed to this evening. "Are there lots of men doing what you do?"

He smiled. "I think a lot of men fantasize about being on such a site, but it's not easy. There are requirements."

"Such as?" I glanced at his crotch and he smirked.

"You're wondering if we all have to be well-endowed." I nodded. "Yes," he said. "That's part of it and it's to the satisfaction of the men as much as it is for the women who utilize the site's services. Men aren't interested in seeing their wife or girlfriend have sex with someone who has a similar sized penis to their own.

"Oh?"

"And the same goes for the women. They want something different. And size really does matter."

I had experience and I only found his last statement half-true. There had been more than a few men in my past who were Mike's size or smaller and if they knew what they were doing, I could get off. But, generally, he was correct, Claire and I preferred she be tightly sealed when it came down to it.

Continuing, he said, "And I will answer your next question before you ask. The minimum requirement when fully erect is eight inches in length and six inches around. Most of us are larger."

This was obvious, but I asked anyway, "Including you?"

He smiled confidently. "Including me."

"Impressive," I said. "God blessed you."

"Yes, I suppose He did." He picked a non-existent piece of lint from his slacks. "We also have to be disease free and we must get tested weekly. A four year college degree is also required, as is a minimum of one year of self-defense training."

"Because of jealous husbands?"

He nodded. "And boyfriends. The video I just took also protects me against you or Mike claiming this didn't happen without consent." That made perfect sense and Mike suddenly earned a lot of my respect about this evening: He made sure this was a safe environment for all three of us.

"Do you do this often?"

"Yes. There is enough demand that I could do this nightly. I typically just do this on weekends and some holidays. It's obviously physically demanding and I want to give my clients the best experience possible. I can't do that if I'm exhausted."

"Nightly? Really?" He nodded and took a sip of wine.

I asked, "Do you ever come across women you are not attracted to?"

He shook his head. "Pictures are shared ahead of any meeting."

Mike had taken nude pictures of me many times over the years and even snapped a few of us having sex, or of me masturbating with a vibrator. I wondered if any of these were shared with the stranger, which was a bit of a turn-on.

"Do you get a lot of repeat customers?"

"Yes, I have a regular schedule and then I bring in new clients when I have an opening or a couple ends the relationship."

He's like a trained animal; groomed to fuck on command, I thought. Regular visits from this man, if Mike and I enjoyed his company, was intriguing. I asked, "Why do some men like watching their wife or girlfriend have sex with another man?"

"The reasons vary," he said. "For some, a medical condition or injury prevents him from having sex. He allows the interaction so his wife may experience pleasure, which also makes him happy. This is often the case for veterans who have experienced a combat injury or men who have endured a debilitating illness."

"Huh."

"For others, it is simply part of their relationship. It's what works for them. And then there are couples like you and Mike."

I didn't respond. Taking a drink, I finally asked, "Why do you do this? If there is no money involved, and there could be some risk."

"First, I don't need the money. I have a great career that pays well."

"What do you do?" Looking at the bulge in his pants, I asked, "Are you in adult videos?"

He shook his head. "I'm an attorney."

This actually surprised me and he grinned at the look on my face.

"Second, I love sex," he said. "It's not any more or less complicated than that. Better put, I love sex with different women. Being with different women is exciting and interesting."

"You can't be monogamous?"

He shook his head. "I don't think I can. I have tried being monogamous on many occasions but failed every time. I got tired of hurting the women I tried to be exclusive with."

What he said was both endearing and tragic and my heart fluttered at his honesty. I realized the stranger was a human being and as flawed as me and my husband. I finished my glass and poured another, topping his off without asking. Taking his hand, I said, "Thank you for sharing."

He looked deeply into my eyes, his own somewhat sad. "I have found that being honest and fully explaining the situation is far more beneficial to all parties involved than simply coming into the room as merely an object for the couple to interact with, although that's usually what happens. Most women are not so inquisitive...or understanding."

I felt honored. "Talking about it has made me feel better," I said.

"Good, hearing you say that makes me happy."

I paused, gathering my thoughts. Then giggled and asked, "Have you ever been involved in a gang bang?"

"Many, although I don't like what those words seem to imply. For me, 'gang bang' has a negative connotation and that's not how they work. I call it a consensual multi-partner encounter."

Of course that's what an attorney would call it. In college and during my time in Switzerland, I had been the centerpiece in many of them and they tended to be frenzied. Claire was often overflowing by the time the men had all taken a turn. Although we both loved it, in every instance she had definitely been worked over. "Do you enjoy it?"

He smiled. "I do."

Me, too. "It doesn't bother you; penetrating a woman already filled with someone else's come?"

"I only engage in those situations with other men from the site and with the husbands of my clients, if that is their desire." Tilting his head, he asked, "Is this something that interests you?" He raised an eyebrow. "It could be arranged."

Shaking my head, I said, "I was just curious."

"That type of activity is also quite common: husbands desirous of their wives being engaged with several men at once. There are many women who also enjoy the experience of being shared simultaneously or, quite often, desire double or triple penetration."

I faked sounding surprised. "Huh."

We sat in silence for a full minute, the stranger considering me for all of it. Finally, he said, "Gwen, that's a beautiful corset. Would you mind lowering your arms so I can look at you?"

I took a long drink. The stranger was beautiful, my husband and I had agreed to this evening; there was no reason to shy away. I didn't feel like a whore any longer. I wanted to show him so I lowered my arms. The stranger gazed at my breasts, of which the top halves were exposed. My nipples went stiff, their crowns turning from light pink to rose.

The stranger sat for a long time, silently gauging. He sipped his wine and said, "Your breasts are beautiful."

Looking down at them, I said, "Thank you."

"You should be proud of them, Gwen. Sit up straight. There is no reason to hunch over."

I didn't realize I was and uncurled my back. As I did this, small pops sprang from my spine and my breasts lifted from the underwire cups of the corset.

He smiled. "Lovely, Gwen. Simply divine." His eyes sparkled and his smile was warm. "May I touch them?"

I didn't say anything. It had been a very long time since someone other than Mike had touched me intimately. After a moment, Mike said, "Gwen..."

"Please be quiet, honey," I whispered. "Just watch."

"Gwen," the stranger said, "Ignore him. It's just you and me on this couch." He took a drink. "May I touch your breasts?"

Jesus, this is actually happening. "Yes."

I shuddered at his first touch. No one but Mike had touched me in this way for so long, it was exciting and my breath caught. His hands were large and his fingers long. His pink palms contrasted beautifully with the darker skin on top. Watching him work, I sighed when he gently took hold of my left nipple. He tugged it lightly then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. It felt wonderful and I leaned into him.

"I enjoy touching you," he said. "Do you like this?"

Closing my eyes, I purred my approval. "Yes."

"Good." He moved to my right nipple and took a drink from his glass as he attended to it. After a moment he said, "I enjoy lingerie, Gwen, but I'm going to take off your corset." He didn't wait for my approval and he didn't need it. Setting his glass aside, he began fiddling with the tiny hooks at the top, working his way down. He knew what he was doing and in a moment he flayed the garment open. It fell behind me onto the couch.

Cupping my breasts with his warm hands, he slowly pumped, his thumbs brushing my nipples until they resembled hard kernels. He never took his eyes from mine.

I finally got up the courage and said, "Am I going to be the only person who's naked?"

He smiled and stood. Carefully removing his jacket, he laid it across the arm of the sofa and then unbuttoned his shirt. He was trim but muscular; not like some overbuilt gym rat. His muscles were defined and sinewy. Removing his shirt revealed well-developed pectorals and a rippled abdomen. I placed a hand to my mouth. His skin was smooth and free of tattoos. It looked soft.

Within his slacks, his cock had grown considerably. It hung like thick fruit down his thigh, curving slightly to the left. A dark spot had emerged at the tip, revealing his excitement. I wanted to see it but held my tongue.

Taking a seat, he said, "Gwen, I'd like you to open your legs and show me your pussy."

I stiffened. "What's the matter?" He was an astute observer.

"I don't really care for that word."

"Oh."

And then my husband chimed in from across the room. "It's what everyone calls it, Gwenny."

I looked at Mike and the stranger said, "Gwen, it's just me and you. There is nothing to see over there. I didn't mean to upset you. What would you prefer I say?"

"She's my special place."

Nodding, the stranger said, "Yes, I understand that now. And you're absolutely right. She is your special place. Will you introduce her to me?"

I took a long drink and stared directly into his jeweled eyes as I pivoted on the couch. I kept one foot on the floor and lifted the other to the sofa cushion, my heel pressing into the fabric. As I opened my thighs, his eyes trailed down to Claire.

He looked at her for a long time and I could see the hunger in his eyes. "She's beautiful, Gwen."

Looking between my legs, I saw Claire's glistening lips. "She's wet." Trailing a painted fingernail over her ridges, I giggled. I was a little drunk and he'd done a wonderful job of putting me at ease.

The stranger nodded. "Indeed she is."

Grinning at him, I asked, "Will you show me your cock?" I stole a glance at Mike, a part of me thinking he would be angry, but he just stared at us; his eyes focused and hungry. My cheeks went red and I turned away. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so forward.

"Of course. It belongs to you this evening." Standing, he unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his slacks. As the material slid down his thighs, his cock was revealed. As thick as my wrist and a beautiful shade of mocha, when the pants finally slipped off the over-large head, it sprang up perpendicular to his body. It bobbed slightly and I whispered, "God."

"Do you approve?" He asked.

I nodded. The stranger's cock dwarfed my husband's and I couldn't help myself. "How large is it?"

The stranger took hold of himself at the base and gently waved it up and down. It pivoted heavily and my eyes were glued to it. "A little over nine inches in length and about seven-and-a-half inches in circumference around the shaft, a bit more than nine inches around the head." Stroking himself, the veins filled and the ridges they created only made it look more appealing. I felt Claire drooling on the sofa cushion. She'd been fed every night last week and yet she was suddenly famished.

He sat down, his extraordinary cock standing between us at attention like a small soldier at attention. It nearly touched his chest. I reached out and then pulled away. "It's okay, Gwen. You can touch me. I want you to touch it."

"Okay." I gently took hold of the head like a stick shift and gasped when I discovered my fingers didn't fully encircle it.

He leaned closer and whispered, "That feels wonderful. May I kiss you?"

I nodded. "Please."

Placing one hand behind my head, he pulled me to him. His lips were soft and full and warm and I purred as his strong tongue gently wormed its way into my mouth. As we kissed, I slid my hand up and down his cock, marveling at its presence. I cupped his smooth balls in my hand. They were large, like shelled walnuts, and when I rolled them between my fingers, he moaned into my mouth. Throwing my other arm around his neck, I pulled him to me in return, my hand running through his short, dark hair. He was a talented kisser and explored my mouth slowly, his tongue probing ever-deeper down my throat. It was the first time someone other than Mike had kissed me in nine years. Finally pulling away from me, he whispered, "Would you like to suck it?"

My eyes flicked to his cock, the fat pink head gleamed with moisture. And then I looked at Mike when I said, "Yes." But I had to think about my approach. He was far too long to deep-throat.

So I started at the crown, kissing it first, then licking it like an ice cream cone, my eyes continuously on his. He gently ran his hand over my cheek as I worked, trailing it down my neck and then finally to my right breast, where he gently tugged my nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and when I bit down on the head of his cock he pinched it tightly. I moaned around my meal and he twisted my nipple with authority.

Moving to the shaft next, I ran my tongue downward, curling my body to go as low as possible, then started upward and when I reached the head I swallowed as much of him as possible, getting perhaps half way down the shaft before I gagged. He was incredibly thick and filled my mouth completely. As I worked and the minutes went by, he only seemed to grow larger and it was obvious he enjoyed my technique.

Finally pulling away, a shiny string of saliva dangled from my lips to his cock and I used it to moisten the shaft, twisting my wrist as I traversed its length. Leaning into me, he gently pushed me back onto the sofa. His strong, lean body was on me and it felt wonderful. It was different and exciting and I felt totally comfortable with what was happening; despite my husband watching us. On some level, his viewing of me with another man made the experience nearly intoxicating.

The stranger nibbled my neck and then flicked my earlobe with his tongue before running it from the hollow at the base of my throat to my breasts. His mouth sucked gently with each kiss he placed upon my mounded flesh until he found my nipple. I moaned as he worked it with his tongue, sucked it with his soft lips. Between us, his mammoth cock slid over my tummy, the head dragging over my pleat as he continued going lower.

He kissed my mons and I felt a finger gently wiggle inside me. Drawing my knees up, I pushed the back of his head, pressing his face to my sex. Claire and I had always enjoyed it when she was French kissed and the stranger was incredibly talented. He gently lapped around her folds then pushed deeper between my thighs, nearly to my butthole, before licking upward, covering Claire entirely. I was moaning softly then convulsed when he gently bit one of Claire's lips. Sucking it into his mouth, I felt his tongue upon it, lapping quickly. Releasing it, he moved to the other side, pulling it into his mouth and nibbling earnestly.

Moving to my thighs, he placed soft kisses on them until I felt a second finger pushed inside me, thrusting slowly and deeply, turning as he drove. "You're delicious," he whispered before nuzzling back into my mons.

I was happy to hear him say this and I thanked him. His tongue found my clit and I grabbed my breasts, tugging my nipples and twisting them as the pressure began to build. Rolling my head to the side, I saw Mike sitting in the recliner, the video camera in one hand, his cock in the other. Closing my eyes, I grinned at him and purred before turning my attention back to the stranger. It felt good knowing Mike was enjoying himself as much as I was.

The stranger worked his way further down my legs, eventually suckling and nibbling my toes, which was something I always really enjoyed and Mike would never indulge me. Pushing my ankles up, and then folding me in half, the stranger once again began feasting on Claire and he didn't stop. I felt the circular waves spreading outward from my clit as he made love to it with his tongue.

Three large fingers were now being forced down Claire's throat and she gobbled them greedily, the slurping sounds seeming to fill the room. The only noise that was louder were my moans of ecstasy. The stranger read my body language perfectly and at the moment my orgasm came he nashed down on my clit and slipped a fourth finger inside Claire, pumping her hard. The room tilted and I bucked atop the sofa, smashing my hips into the stranger's face. He had latched onto my clit and sucked it deeply into his mouth as his hand pumped.

He bit it again and I yelped and cursed loudly, "Jesus fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming so hard." My thighs vibrated and I arched my back. He continued to devour Clair until my body went slack. I was covered in perspiration and my ponytail was an auburn rat's nest.

Finally coming up for air, the stranger said, "Good girl, Gwen, that's a good girl. Would you like me to try again?"

I shook my head. "I want you to fuck me. Right now."

He smiled between my thighs. "Not yet," he said. Burying his face into Claire, he nashed my nub, his teeth grinding around the base while quickly flicking his tongue." I collapsed back, my breasts having as I gulped air. He knew my moment was quickly approaching and he said, "Come for me, baby! Come for me." Using two hands, he rubbed my clit with two fingers and thrust four more from his other hand into my sex. Claire made sloppy noises.

"Okay, okay okay..." And then my yipping noises filled the room and the waves of pleasure washed over my body.

He continued this until I came again. Collapsing into a sweaty heap, I finally pulled him off. "Oh God," I said. "I can't. I can't anymore." But the stranger wasn't finished.

"My turn," he said.

"Wha..."

And then he flipped me over with ease and swatted my ass. "Up in the air for me, Gwen. Put your bottom in the air." And I did, pivoting my hips to show him my butthole. Reaching between my thighs, I pulled Claire's lips open.

"Fuck her," I said. "Fuck me."

"Gladly," said the stranger. Pressing the crown of his gorgeous cock against her lips, he pushed forward gently and I mewed.

My labia strained around him and I said, "Jesus, you're big."

"Just relax, Gwen, I'll go slowly."

"Please yes, slowly." But that was because I wanted Claire to savor every extraordinary inch of the stranger's cock. She grudgingly succumbed to the fat purple head first and then wrapped her lips greedily around the deeply veined shaft as he slowly began to piston his hips, driving in a little further each time. "Oh fuck."

I thought back to my final night in Switzerland as the stranger finally penetrated me fully, his hips pressed to my bottom before he began the aggressive driving. He was as hard as steel and the cut ridges along the shaft felt delicious around my labia. Backing out fully each time, he drilled into me like a highly specialized tool and I buried my face into the sofa cushion to quiet the animalistic sounds I made.

Pushing my hips to him, my bottom slapping against his torso, I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Mike standing behind the stranger, the camera lens aimed on my face. "Do you like this, honey?"

I nodded and pinched my eyes closed as the stranger's cock slammed inside me. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I said in time to his thrusting. "Fuuuuck, yes!"

The stranger grabbed my ponytail and pulled me up so I came off my elbows. The position offered an entirely new feeling for Claire to experience while also thrusting my chest forward. Mike came around to face me and pulled the camera down my body, stopping for a moment to catch my jiggling breasts in full frame. They jumped heavily with each thrust and I took hold of them with my hands, pinching my nipples and laughing as Mike filmed.

The stranger growled like a feral dog and my eyes went wide when his essense shot into my womb like a hot jet. "Oh God," I said in a high-pitched girly voice. "He's filling me." The stranger thrust again and another fount was released. I felt utterly stuffed and I told Mike, "I'm so full. I'm so full."

Mike had the camera on my face at that moment and he asked, "Does it feel good, Gwenny? Does it?"

"Oh, God, baby, it feels wonderful. It feels so wonderful."

He said to the stranger, "Let go of her hair." I fell forward, my face only an inch or so from Mike's cock, which he was stroking furiously. "Keep fucking her," he said, and the stranger listened perfectly. A third, far less voluminous amount of sperm shot inside Claire and when I gasped, Mike ejaculated on my face.

The stranger continued to pummel Claire and wiping the come from my eyes was difficult. When I could finally see, Mike had moved away. I looked down between my legs to see the camera resting on the sofa cushion, the lens pointed upward to capture the stranger's cock sliding effortlessly inside my heaving body. I felt the stranger departing and when his cock finally swung free, a thick, milky, flow drained onto the sofa from Claire's pinked lips. Flopping over, I was breathing heavily and exhausted. I let my legs fall open and watched as Mike got in close with the camera. "Thank you, baby," he said over and over.

I grinned. "No, honey, thank you."

The stranger left with as much class and dignity as he arrived. He dressed slowly and took a last sip of his wine. Embracing me, he said, "Thank you, Gwen. I really enjoyed meeting you this evening. You're a lovely woman." I hugged him back and inhaled his scent. Turning, he shook Mike's hand. "Thank you, Mike, for bringing me into your relationship with Gwen. It was truly an honor."

"This was something I'd been thinking about for a long time, and I'm glad you could join us," said Mike. "Thank you." To my utter surprise, he pulled the man into one of those bro hugs that is off to the side and involves a couple back slaps.

The stranger returned the embrace and then left without another word.

Dom strolled up to the table and sat down, smoothing his slacks. He was still semi-hard and I felt awkward for even noticing. The grin on his face told me he was happy.

"Where's your friend," I asked.

"He wasn't one for cuddling, and that's okay with me." He poked a cherry tomato with his fork and popped it into his mouth. "So, about that hook-up site. Are you going to do it?"

"I don't know."