Incest/Taboo Tony's World

I would recommend reading part one of Tony's World before starting this. While it's not essential, it will give you the backstory of our hero Tony and his newfound love life.

Enjoy

It's funny how life can throw something at you when you least expect it. Look at me for example. Getting shitfaced as often as possible was a genuine life goal. Worming my way into some college girls panties the odd time being the icing on the cake. Fitting those two tasks in around a pretty sweet summer job in an up market golf resort had been my biggest challenge.

Well that certainly changed three weeks ago when I somehow managed to get involved with my childhood crush, Cindy Smith, who happens to be my Mom's friend. And just to make matters even worse, she's also my best friend Brian's Mom. Yeah I know, I'm probably playing with fire. But so would you if you saw her. She's sex on fucking legs.

I never really had a thing for milfs before, but at 51, Cindy is by far the oldest woman I've ever been with. I had no idea what to expect when we first hooked up, but I can say with all honestly, she's out of this world in the sack. I'm only 21, so it's a bit crazy that she's 30 years older than me! She doesn't look it, not even close. But if I'm honest, her age is a big part of the attraction. That, and the fact I used to jerk off looking at her on TV when I got home from school, back when she worked as a news anchor on the local TV channel. Don't get me wrong, she's not a big celebrity or anything, but she definitely has the looks for TV.

My three week affair with a married woman isn't the full story here. What started off as a bored housewife looking for a good seeing to, her first in years probably, quickly turned into something very different.

You see, it turns out Cindy and her husband Paul are into some kinky shit. A new revelation apparently. He's been screwing around with some younger woman he works with, and Cindy knew about it. So their marriage was on the ropes long before I entered the equation. Anyway, long story short, he gets off on looking at his wife get fucked by yours truly. So basically our deal is I call round to hers, do whatever nasty things I want with her, all the while he's lurking in the shadows doing who the fuck knows what.

I generally don't hang around for long after I dump my load in or on Cindy, leaving them to get on with whatever floats their boat. I'm not going to lie, it's a nice little arrangement. I mean, what 21 year old wouldn't jump at the chance to nail the town's super milf, even if her baldy fuck husband is lingering around like a bad smell. He keeps his distance, mostly, while I ram his wife, but I've seen him on her in a flash before I even leave the room, head buried in between her legs. Sucking my freshly deposited load straight out of her battered snatch being his latest preference last night.

I have just two rules that Cindy agreed to early on in this thing. She has to be fresh for me, if you know what I mean, and he has to keep out of my way. I stay the night with Cindy sometimes. Paul gets the hint and fucks off to the spare room those nights, the loser. I never liked him, ever since we were kids, he has always been a prize winning prick. He definitely doesn't like me either, which means less than nothing to me. I imagine it kills him having an obsession like this, which makes it even sweeter having his wife's pussy on tap knowing he can do zilch about it.

You're looking delicious today, texts Cindy.

I'm at work in the golf club restaurant by the way, I spotted Cindy come in a few minutes ago, with three friends. Her sister Molly, who is also a hot, slightly younger piece of ass. Another friend Pippa, a 40 year old who makes me hard every time I see her, she's the picture of perfection. And also my Mom. Which makes this a little awkward. She hasn't a clue about what Cindy and I get up to. Nobody does.

I don't think you should be texting me while you're sitting beside my Mom. What if she sees, I reply, when I go into the kitchen so none of our guests or club members see me texting.

Oh, don't be so uptight. I'm allowed text my stud if I want to, especially after what I let you do to me last night. I can barely walk straight today after that fat cock of yours, she writes back.

I think it's for the best if I just ignore her.

My phone vibrates again a few minutes later. I'm just after taking an order from a table of old guys, but I risk checking my phone as I walk back to the kitchen.

You're ears must be burning, she says, rather cryptically.

Why? I ask, glancing over to her table. She's looking sexy as hell by the way, and I can't help but gawk at her perfect tits spilling out of her low cut top. How that woman is 51 is hard to believe. Her skin is flawless. OK, pull yourself together Tony.

You're the hot topic of conversation with the ladies today, is all.

What do you mean? I type back quickly. I'm back in the safety of the kitchen now by the way. What the fuck is going on at that table.

Well, we can't help but admire what a handsome young man you are, to put it mildly, she says.

Yeah right. Hardly, I write. I know those mature ladies can get pretty raunchy, especially after a few glasses of wine. But I seriously doubt they would talk about me like that in front of Mom.

Oh dear, you have a lot of learn about us ladies, very little is off limits when we get together......and when wine is involved! Cindy texts.

I stick my phone back in my pocket and try to forget about what she just said. I'm definitely going to avoid their table, it's too mortifying. Cindy must decide to give me a break and she lays off the texts while they're eating their meal.

Then almost an hour later, my phone vibrates again.

I want you tonight. Paul is away until Saturday so it will be just the two of us. Would you like that? she texts. I look over at their table and I see they're getting ready to leave.

I catch Pippa's eye, and I immediately feel myself harden. What I wouldn't do to get her on her back. I'm a little surprised. She rarely even looks in my direction. I give her a little smile.

She doesn't smile back. She just stares through me for a few seconds, then turns away with a look of disgust on her face. I feel stupid for trying to flirt with her. She's hot, but she definitely knows it. Whatever, she might be fucking full of herself, but she still has to go home to her limp dick pensioner husband, the gold digger. She's probably miserable.

I'll be there. You won't be able to walk at all tomorrow when I'm finished with you, for real, I text back, letting my frustration and embarrassment at what just happened with Pippa color my response. Childish, I know.

Cindy laps this up of course, the slut.

I hope you're not all talk. You better back that up, she replies.

You'll see, I text, and immediately put my phone away.

I look over at the group as they stand up, and I see Mom walking towards me.

"You're very unfriendly, you didn't even come over to say hello," she says as she approaches, but she leans in for a hug anyway despite her admonishment.

I look over Mom's shoulder as we hug and I see Cindy stand up. She's wearing a blue sleeveless top with a plunging neckline, and a pair of really short denim cut-offs that are literally painted on. I have an overwhelming urge to slap her sexy ass hard. She catches my eye and gives me a smile and a little wink. Looking at her immediately causes my cock to stir, as I know I will be taking that walking fantasy to bed in a matter of hours.

Pretty much every man in the room turns to look at Cindy. Some of them who are with their wives manage to do it discreetly, but the groups of men don't need to worry about shit like that so they openly crane their necks to stare. She is probably used to it as she doesn't even seem to notice, well she pretends not to anyway.

Mom releases me from her hug, and I realize I have a semi in my pants. Shit, I hope she didn't feel it and get the wrong idea. I have a pretty big cock, so even a semi can be quite obvious. Mom is a very good looking woman but I try not to let my hormones get the better of me where's she's concerned, so I force myself to never look at her in that way. I'll leave that to my friends. They've all been obsessed with her since we were kids. Brian in particular.

"Will you be home for dinner tonight?" she asks. She doesn't seem to have noticed my situation.

"No Mom, I've plans after work," I say, my mind flashing forward to my evening ahead.

"You have a lot of "plans after work" recently I notice," she says, and does the air quotes thing with her fingers. "Have you a secret girlfriend you're not telling me about?"

"No Mom, it's nothing like that," I say. "Did you have a nice lunch?" I ask then, trying to change the subject.

"Hmmm," says Mom, and she give me a suspicious look. But she drops it. "Lunch was lovely, as usual. Those ladies are such good fun. They talked a lot about what a fine young man you've grown into," she says. Maybe Cindy exaggerated in her texts.

"Sure, whatever Mom," I say dismissively.

"No it's true dear. You need to learn to take a compliment. I won't embarrass you with the more colorful language the others used, but they're intentions are good," Mom says.

"Even Pippa," I say, immediately regretting not stopping myself.

"Oh, do you have a little crush on Pip? She is a beautiful young woman I suppose," Mom says, a little smile showing on her face. "She didn't say much, just agreed with Cindy and Molly. She's quiet, but she's such a nice person. Those other two don't hold back though, they're two wild women especially when they get their hands on wine."

"She's 40 Mom, hardly a young woman," I say, unintentionally sounding a little bitter. I just get the impression Pippa looks down her nose at me.

"When you're pushing 50 like me, you would give anything to be 40 again. In Pippa's case, she doesn't even look 30. I don't know how she does it," she says.

"That's the benefits of never doing a days work Mom," I say.

"Now now Tony, we don't judge. Pippa seems very happy with Leonard. Love knows no age," Mom says.

"Sure, she married him for love. He just happens to be a multi-millionaire. How old is he anyway? He has be in his eighties?" I say.

"He's 82, but he's a lovely man," says Mom.

"Whatever," I say, and smile at Mom. "I better get back to work."

"OK dear, don't stay out too late tonight," she says as she walks away towards the other three who are waiting for her by the door.

Cindy gives me a little smile and a wave, while her sister Molly stares at my crotch, and I notice she subtly licks her lips. Pippa is staring at her phone looking bored.

Cindy opens the front door before I even press the bell. She's beaming, her smile at seeing me showing off her perfectly white teeth. I notice she's wearing the same clothes as when she was in the restaurant earlier today.

I step into her home and she kisses me as she reaches for the door to close it behind me. Kissing Cindy never gets old. It's a such a surreal experience kissing the woman who was my go to jerk off material since I first began to notice women.

"I've been looking forward to that all day," she says, when she removes her tongue from my mouth.

She turns and starts walking towards her sitting room, and that's when I give her perfect round denim covered ass a really hard slap. The sound is louder than I expected as it echos in her huge entrance hallway. Cindy yelps loudly and bounces on her feet as she comes to a standstill.

"That's what I've been looking forward to all day," I say, then I give her another spank, this one even harder. She grunts this time. "This fucking ass is just begging to be spanked," I say as I slap it again, more softly this time and I hold on to a cheek to give it a good grope. "You know you had every man in the restaurant staring at it? You must have caused twenty-five or thirty erections there today wearing something like this."

She doesn't say anything, but I know she loves hearing shit like this. She wouldn't wear these shorts unless she wanted to tent some pants.

I'm fully hard at this stage, so I move in close behind her and reach around to open her shorts, first the top button and then I pull down the zipper. I yank the short shorts and panties down to just above her knees, then I fish my cock out of my pants and enter her in one deep shove. I give it to her hard as we stand in her hallway, then I unload deep in her cunt less than two minutes later. A nice quick welcome fuck.

"I'm obsessed with that cock of yours Tony," Cindy says as I slowly withdraw it from her pussy. I do have a nice big cock, I must admit. It's maybe a little over 7 inches, but it's a thick fucker. A real pussy stretcher.

I've learned a lot about Cindy over the past three weeks. She likes when I take control, like just now. She gets off when I take what I want. And she loves a good spanking, it definitely gets her pussy juices flowing.

We both pull up our pants, but Cindy's is in a considerably damper state than mine as she leaks my big load into them. When we eventually make our way into her sitting room. I flick on the TV and make myself at home.

"Would you like something to eat honey?" she asks. "I made dinner for both of us when I knew you would be coming over."

"Sounds good," I say. I'm starving, I haven't eaten in hours.

"Wonderful, I'll just go and check on it."

Cindy likes looking after me like this I've noticed. Maybe it's her motherly instincts. I'm getting as much incredible sex as I want, and fed delicious food, so what more could I ask for. I kick off my shoes and lay down on the sofa as I channel surf. I always loved hanging around Cindy's house when I was a kid, even before I started having the hots for her. I would call over to play video games with Brian for hours.

"Dinner is ready baby," Cindy says when she sticks her head into the room a few minutes later. "I'm just going upstairs to get changed. You made a bit of a mess in my shorts. Go ahead and start without me."

I just chuckle to myself when she says that, happy with my work, and I make my way down to the dining room.

Cindy comes down a few minutes later wearing a short black silk robe that just covers her ass.

"How am I supposed to concentrate on my food with you wearing that?" I say. "You're so fucking hot Cindy, it's not even funny."

"Well I'm glad you think so. Now eat, we have lots of time for all that when you're full. You need to eat to keep your strength up," she says with a cheeky smile, then she grabs a plate of food for herself.

After dinner we move into the sitting room and just sit and chat for the next hour or more. It's nice getting to know each other properly, without her husband around.

"I think we should do this more often. Just the two of us," I say.

"Me too Tony, I really like spending time with you. I shouldn't say this, but I'm starting to feel really close to you," she says honestly.

"I don't think your husband would be very happy about that," I say then, looking for a reaction.

"That's an added bonus. Fuck him, he's lucky I haven't kicked his ass out of the house. But knowing him, this would probably only make him even hornier for me. He gets off on being totally humiliated. So that's why I'm not going to tell him about seeing you tonight. I want to keep it behind his back. Give him some of his own medicine," she says with a bitter smile.

"Oh you're a bad girl," I say. "But I like it. Sneaking around behind your husband's back, even though he wants you to cheat on him, I don't think there is even a word for that," I say, and we both laugh.

"Yeah, it's kinda stupid, but a girl's gotta have her secrets. Tony, you should stay over tonight?" Cindy blurts out then, sounding a little fragile.

"I was planning to," I say, and I place my hand on her bare knee as she sits beside me on the sofa, with one foot tucked under her ass.

We spend the next few minutes kissing softly, and then progressing to a passionate make out session on her sofa, and that of course leads to the inevitable boner, which is predictably followed by a toe curling blowjob.

Her robe doesn't fully cover her ass as she lays down flat on her belly on the sofa with her head in my lap. Cindy gives great head, and the view I have of her blonde hair held back with a hairband, down to her half exposed panty covered ass and perfect legs is a truly amazing sight.

I slip my hand down into her see-through black panties and grope her ass, sliding my finger across her little tight puckered hole on my way in between her legs to her dripping slit. She keeps her pussy hairless, which really suits her. I push as much of my middle finger into her as I can, and then I just lean my head back on the plush cushions, basking in the heavenly position I find myself in.

"Tell me before you come," she says quickly when she lifts her mouth off my pole for a second, before engulfing my entire length down her throat again. She seems to have zero gag reflex.

I notice she quickens her pace a little, her head now bobbing up and down more frequently. It does the trick, and I give her head a little tap so she knows what's about to happen.

Quick as a flash, she jumps up, pulls her panties to the side as she climbs up on top of me. She reaches down between us and positions my iron hard cock between her pussy folds. Then when she's happy everything is lined up, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a deep sloppy kiss. Just as her tongue finds mine, she drops her pussy down hard, and grinds herself on my pubic bone.

I barely managed to hold off long enough, and as soon as she bottoms out I unload into her for the second time today. But this ejaculation is much larger than the previous one. Probably due to how long she had been edging me with her slow sucking.

"That's it baby, come inside Mommy," Cindy whispers when she breaks our kiss as she feels my third or fourth rope of cum hit her cervix.

What the hell! She's never said anything like that before.

"Hmmm, give Mommy all your messy sperm, that's a good boy," she continues on whispering, and then she licks my ear, which feels very nice.

When she says this, I harden even more and an extra squirt or two of cum shoots out, completely emptying my balls.

"I see someone knows how to please his Mommy," she says smiling, clearly delighted with herself after getting a reaction from me.

We stay in this position for another few minutes, my cock still buried inside her, as we kiss each other tenderly. Finally, she lifts herself off and a huge load of my cum falls out of her onto the wooden floor. She doesn't bother cleaning it up, but just curls up beside me on the sofa instead.

"You liked it when I said Mommy, didn't you?" she says after a while. Her head now is resting on my chest and she's idly fondling my soft, fully spent cock.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say, but my cock lets me down as it begins to stiffen in her hand.

"Yeah right. It's OK Tony, a little role play is fun," says Cindy. "Remember, nothing is off limits between you and me. Even stuff like that."

I'm not sure how to respond.

"Maybe," I say eventually.

"Come on mister, we're going to bed," and with that she stands up and leads me by the hand up the stairs.

By the time we reach her bedroom, I'm fully recharged and ready for action again. Looking at an ass like hers as she walks up a stairs two steps ahead of me will do that. We don't get very much sleep, a few hours here and there between fucks, but it's enough. Then Cindy wakes me up the most perfect way possible for any man, with my cock stuck in her mouth.

We get up at 8.30am, after our morning fuck, and we're having breakfast sitting at the island in her kitchen. Bacon and eggs, with toast and orange juice and then a coffee. You don't get that from a college girl!

"That was quite the night, you have me worn out," she says as she takes a bite of toast.

Cindy is wearing a different robe this morning, a little more conservative than last night's piece, but not much. It's open just wide enough at the front to show me her big tits hanging there. There's even a little nipple on display. I'm just wearing my boxers I picked up in the sitting room where I threw them last night.

"You're worn out! What about me? My balls are aching they're so drained," I say and she just smiles. "It's nice when he's not around."

"I know, I love having you all to myself. But he's my husband. It's complicated and I don't expect you to understand," she says, a little sadness seeping into her voice.

"I get it. I just think you're too good for him," I say, meaning it.

"That's sweet, thank you honey," she says, and puts her on on top of mine on the countertop. "So, have you been seeing anyone else this summer?"

I wasn't expecting her to ask that.

"No actually. I haven't had time. Keeping you satisfied is not an easy job," I say jokingly, and she play punches me on the arm.

"Some girls in college before summer, but nothing serious. Then just you since summer break started," I say.

"Just me?" says Cindy, raising an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean," I say.

"I know, I'm just kidding," she says, then hesitates before going on. "Look, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"OK, this sounds serious," I say, suspicious of the change in tone of her voice.

"Yeah. It's a little awkward to bring up, and I'm not sure how to even ask this," she says, struggling for words.

"Cindy, it's fine. You can ask me anything. How bad can it be?" I say.

"It's not bad at all. It's just that it's, eh, very unusual," she says.

"You've got me interested now. Come on, the suspense is killing me," I say, urging her to get on with it.

"OK, now before I ask. You can absolutely say no, obviously, in fact I'm expecting you to say no. I wouldn't even bring it up only it's to help a really close friend. And to be honest, you're the only person in the world I would even consider asking," she rambles on.

I just raise an eyebrow, letting her know I'm waiting.

"My friend, she's had problems conceiving a baby. And I was wondering, if you could help her out. There, I said it. I can't believe I said it. It didn't sound like that in my head," she says sounding panicked.

"What? What the hell? Jesus, I definitely wasn't expecting that," I say stunned.

We both sit in silence for what feels like minutes.

"It's fine, I wasn't expecting you to agree. She is desperate, and i just wanted to help her," says Cindy.

"I don't understand. You want me to get someone pregnant. There are so many things nowadays that can help people like this. Has she not tried IVF? Why would she need me?" I say, a million thoughts running through my brain.

"It's not that simple for her. You see, she's married to a very controlling man. She can't spend a dime that he doesn't know about. There is just no way she could get IVF without him knowing," she says.

I look at her stunned.

"She's married?" I say, even more shocked.

"Sorry, yes. I should have mentioned that," she says. "But he's the problem you see. He can't even get it up, and the odd time he does he fires blanks. She desperately wants a baby, and she feels like she's running out of time to have one naturally. He wants a baby too, but he won't admit there's a problem."

"Jesus Cindy, this is a lot to take in. I don't know what to say. Firstly, why me?" I ask, the most obvious question just dawning on me.

"Well, you're my idea. You have been so discreet with our arrangement, I knew you would be the same with my friend's problem," she says.

"Fair enough, that makes sense, I guess. But what about the baby. I'm too young to be a father. Will she expect me to support it?" I ask then, the reality of her request sinking in.

"Of course not. She would pass the child off as her husband's. He would be none the wiser, he's in denial his little swimmers are the problem here."

"How would it work?" I ask after another long silence. "I mean, do I just cum into her or what? Does she know you're asking me, or even know me? What if I don't find her attractive and can't get hard? Or does she just want me to jack off into a cup and she does the rest," I ask, the questions rolling off my tongue now.

"I mean, yes I suppose. Just cum inside her, that's all you need to do. It's the best chance of it working if you do it straight into her. It's not going to be a big romance or anything, she just needs your sperm. And to answer your question if she knows you, the answer is yes. She knows who you are, and she knows I'm asking you," says Cindy.

"I don't get it. Does that mean she knows about me and you?" I ask, starting to catch on a little.

"Yes, she knows. That's why she agreed, because she knows you haven't blabbed about what we get up to. She hasn't heard a single shred of gossip, and trust me, something like this would spread like wildfire if you even breathed a single word to your buddies," Cindy says, and smiles warmly at me, knowing she can trust me.

"But it was fine for you to tell someone else?" I say, not bothering to hide the fact I'm a little bit pissed off.

"Us women talk to each other. I had to tell someone about you. Not just about you, I told her everything about Paul too. I trust her Tony," Cindy says.

"Double standards, that's all I'm saying," I say, feeling a little betrayed.

"You're right. I'm sorry honey, I should have checked with you first," she says, and I can tell she means the apology.

"It's cool, I'll let this one slide," I say. She is arranging for me to have sex with this woman, so I need to pick my battles. "Will I think she's attractive?" I ask again. "Who is it?"

"I'm sorry honey, I can't tell you who it is unless you agree first. She made me promise that. But believe me when I say you won't have any problems performing the necessary," she says. "Anyway, I can be there to help you if you need me."

"Fuck Cindy, I need some time to think about this. To get my head around it," I say, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Of course honey. Look, there is no pressure. If it's not for you, that's perfectly fine. Nothing will change between you and me either way. You're still all mine you know, I'm just donating a load of your baby batter to a good cause," Cindy says, and we both can't help but laugh out loud. "You take all the time you need."

I stand up from the island and walk around to Cindy. I can't lie and say this doesn't turn me on. Making someone pregnant never entered my mind as being any remote kind of fantasy for me, but after listening to Cindy's proposal and thinking about it for the first time, my cock it causing an obscene tent in my boxers.

"Well I see Tony junior likes the idea anyway, that's a help," says Cindy, as she stands up off her stool and leans over the island, giving me my access.

I just smile, and pull down my boxers, then I move her robe out of my way so I can see that perfect cunt waiting for me underneath.

"You want to put a baby in Mommy too," she says over her shoulder just as I shove my cock into her from behind.

She's 51, but it's probably not beyond the realms of possibility. She's definitely on the pill though, I've seen her take it. It's still fun to pretend. My fat cock seriously stretches her pussy, but she doesn't even flinch. She's a seasoned pro.

"Would you like that, to carry my baby," I say, getting into it.

"Who cares what I think. You could just knock me up and make me," Cindy says groaning.

With the amount of cum I've fired into Cindy over the last three weeks, if she wasn't using contraceptive it would be a miracle if she wasn't pregnant, even at her age. She still gets her period, I know that for sure.

And with that, I release yet another load of my creamy jizz into her womb. It only took five or six humps, the excitement of the morning's conversation already having me close to the finish line before I even got my dick wet.

I walk away towards the stairs leaving her bent over her countertop. I need to take a shower.

I texted Mom last night letting her know I was staying over with a friend. Today is Thursday, one of my days off this week, so I knew she wouldn't be worried about me missing work.

When I get out of the shower, Cindy is lying on the bed reading a magazine.

"Do you mind if I hang around here today?" I ask her.

"What do you think? You can stay here as long as you want. Paul won't be back until Saturday, and Brian is away until Sunday," she says.

My friend Brian is gone away with some of his college buddies for a few days. He doesn't know anything about his Mom and me of course, there is no way I would be here like this if he was due back.

"Does that mean I get you all to myself for a whole day?" she says, managing to make a simple statement sound slutty.

"And night, if you play your cards right," I say.

A whole day of sex with the woman of my dreams, life cannot get any better.

"I'll do it," I say, as I stand naked toweling myself dry in the middle of Cindy's bedroom.

"You mean....." says Cindy, before trailing off.

"I'll help your friend," I say, confirming it for her.

"Are you serious?"

"I do my best thinking in the shower," I say laughing. "But seriously, yes, I'll do it."

"OK, wow. You're going to make her so happy. This is such a kind thing to do," Cindy says.

"I need to text Mom so she's not worrying about me. Then we can to talk through everything."

"Of course, absolutely. You're a good man Tony," she says.

"So, are you going to tell me?" I say.

"Tell you what?" she answers.

"I think if I'm going to do this, I deserve to know who I'm going to be sticking my dick into," I say.

"Oh my God, yes, of course," she says, placing her hands over her mouth embarrassed she forgot to tell me. "It's Pippa."

I don't say anything, but I can suddenly hear my heart beating in my ears. Then my cock hardens before her eyes.

Cindy just smiles.

"Are you still denying Paul?" I ask Cindy. We're lying on her bed in a sweat soaked mess after yet another fuck session. It's the middle of the day.

"I haven't let his little cock near me since you ruined me with yours," she says. "He prefers to jerk off on the floor as he sucks your load out of me anyway, the fucking loser."

"Cindy, why are you still with him?" I ask, genuinely concerned for her.

"It's complicated Tony. Marriage is complicated. It's not all about sex, but we've managed to find a sex life that suits us both. It may not be conventional or normal, but it seems to be working for us. In some ways we're lucky. We're working on our marriage as best we can," Cindy says.

"But you just called him a loser, that doesn't tell me you're happy with him," I say.

"It's not that simple. When I call him something like that, it's purely a sex thing. It's not how I imagined our sex life would end up, but it is what it is. If I'm honest, I never enjoyed sex until you came along. Treating Paul like that, disrespecting him, it's what he wants, and it excites me. I love my husband, even with all his flaws. I don't expect you to understand it, I don't even understand it. It's so hard to explain," Cindy says, and I can see she's getting emotional.

"No, I think I understand what you're getting at," I say.

"I never even dreamed I would be in a situation like this. When we got married and had kids, I just assumed everything would stay the same. Same house, same husband, same cock, same boring sex, day after day. And that didn't really bother me, at the time. But now that I've seen what I was missing, well....." she says, then traces her finger down across my abs. She says nothing for a long time as she runs her fingers gently over and back across my chest and stomach. "He wants you to own me, sexually," she eventually says, very quietly.

"How do you mean?" I ask.

"He says he wants you to be my primary sex partner, my only real sex partner, replacing him. He wants me to be yours. He just wants to see what that looks like, what we do when we're together to have sex. The thrill for him is cleaning up your seed. That's his ultimate humiliation, his main event," she says. "He says he can't even have regular sex anymore, even with his slut in the office. He's obsessed with us. It's all he wants."

"And what about you, what do you want?"

There's silence, then eventually she speaks.

"I want you to tell me what I want," she whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear.

I get it now. She doesn't just love our physical sex. She wants me to take control of her. The idea makes me very aroused.

"I'm yours Tony, to do with as you please. Paul doesn't get a say anymore. You're my husband as far as sex is concerned," Cindy continues on, and I'm stiff as an iron bar from listening to her. Her eyes go wide when she sees it, I don't think my cock has ever gotten this big or hard before. She's obviously excited telling me this, seeing the effect it's having on me, and knowing what I'm going to do as I'm hearing the unfiltered truth about what our relationship has become.

I start to sit up and press my fist into the bed as I turn slowly onto my hands and knees while Cindy keeps talking. I'm like an animal about to rise into position over my mate and take what's mine.

"I'm your woman now," she breathes, "I need a man with a cock like yours to keep me satisfied. I've accepted that Paul will never be enough for me again. You're my bull," she says, as I mount her while she lies on her back with her legs spread wide, opening up her glorious pussy for me.

Then in the same fluid motion, I bury myself into her once again, driving her into the bed with a monstrous shove. She seems so small and fragile under my heavy, muscular frame. Before long she trembles under my weight, her orgasm ripping through her body triggering my climax. We both lose control in this intense coupling, and I lose track of all place and time. It's the single best moment of my entire life.

Thirty minutes later and we're back sitting beside each other on the bed, both of us completely naked, the bed sheets with an extra layer of sweat, cum and pussy juice stains.

"We need to talk about Pippa," Cindy says. "I'm going to call her today to let her know you're going to help. Is that OK?"

"Sure," I say casually. "Just tell me the time and the place and I'll be there."

"This is serious Tony," she says, picking up on my casual tone.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"You're probably not going to like what I'm about to say next," she says hesitantly. "We're going to have to stop having sex while you're trying to get Pippa pregnant."

I expected this, but I still don't like hearing it.

"I'm not so sure about this anymore," I say, but I know Cindy can tell I don't really mean that.

"You need to preserve your sperm, save it up to maximize the chances, and give Pippa your best little swimmers," she says, ignoring me.

"But I cum lots, I have plenty to go around," I say.

"I know honey, you shoot massive loads, sometimes I feel so full after you cum into me, and you've wrecked nearly all my panties I put on to try to stop it flowing out. But the more you have for Pippa the better," Cindy says.

"OK, I guess you're right," I say then, pretending to relent. "Anyway, it's just one time, so what, I need to abstain for a couple of days beforehand?"

"Oh no honey, it will be more than one time," she says. "It will be as often as possible during her most fertile time of the month. We'll get the dates from Pippa to see exactly when, she tracks it all on an app."

Up until now I had been trying not to get over-excited with getting the chance to stick my dick into Pippa, the fucking goddess. Jesus, I've jerked off thinking about her in my room more times than I can remember. Most recently just over three weeks ago, before Cindy Smith decided she wanted to be the sole receptacle for the contents of my balls. I didn't want to appear too keen, I have some dignity after all. I just assumed it would be a one shot and done transaction. But this sheds a different light on things.

"What? Really? How many times?" I ask, struggling to stop my excitement showing.

"OK, easy tiger. I know Pippa is a very attractive woman, but remember what this is all about. It's to help her have a baby. It's not about sex," Cindy says. "You can have as much sex as you want with me when her fertile time passes."

"Of course, I just want to know the plan so I can be prepared," I say, having settled down a little.

"I'm not sure yet, Pippa will be more up to speed with the latest medical advice for conceiving, but I would guess it's at least every day for the week she's in her peak fertile period," she says.

"What! Wow, I didn't expect that," I say. "Holy shit."

"And that's assuming it works on the first try. We could be trying for months," Cindy says, as she stands up and walks towards the en suite naked. I watch as a glob of my cum slides out of her fuck hole and down the inside of her leg as she walks away.

"Holy shit," I say again, but I'm doing cartwheels in my mind. Bring it on.

I spend the night in Cindy's bed again, the second night in a row. It feels like we're an actual couple these last couple of days. I know it can't be like this forever, but we're both enjoying each other's company so much it's nice to pretend. Of course, the amount of sex we've had is off the charts. She is a wild animal for cock.

We're sitting eating breakfast, but I need to keep an eye on the clock, my shift starts in less than an hour. Friday is usually a busy day at work with plenty of people starting off their weekend with a round of golf followed by food and drinks.

"I would offer to drop you off, but we probably shouldn't risk being seen together," says Cindy.

"It's fine, it's a nice morning for a cycle," I say. "I really enjoyed the last couple of days."

"Oh so did I Tony. We have to have more time together like this," she says.

"Are you going to tell Paul?" I ask then.

"No, this is just for you and me," she says, and then leans forward to give me a soft kiss on the lips.

Work is even busier than I expected. The day starts off with several groups of men arriving in after an early round on the course. Then as we get to the afternoon, a lot of locals stop by for lunch.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. It's a text from Cindy.

I spoke with P. Next Saturday start of you know what. She's so happy this is happening, texts Cindy.

That's a whole week away. I won't last until then, I write back.

It's ok honey, we can fuck as much as you want before that. Don't worry, mommy won't let you suffer. Well until Wednesday anyway, Cindy texts.

So you're closing your legs after Wednesday. Bummer. But I guess I can last from then until Saturday, I write.