(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. Also, I would like to thank my biggest fan for his help coming up with the idea and preparing this story. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(Brent)

It was meant to be a simple beach weekend. Honest. It wasn't like I wanted to check out girls in skimpy bikinis. It was just meant to be a relaxing beach weekend. It got hot around here earlier than normal, just in time for spring break. The high school and college kids were out of school for the week, eager to let loose. People were starting to spend most of their time outside and enjoying the warm weather. And my wife and I were eager to join in the fun. We were both in our early thirties, me 32 and her 35. My name is Brent, and my wife is Sherry. Neither of us had as much free time as we used to. Our high school and college days were long gone. We were both getting slammed at work, and we needed a break. That's why we agreed we needed to get away.

We lived about three or four hours from the beach, so it wasn't like we had the option to go to there whenever we wanted to. We had to make time for it. Sherry set up the hotel room and everything so we were set to have a nice long weekend at the beach.

I worked in an office, in a cubicle. It wasn't the most glamorous or fun job but it paid the bills. It wasn't where I imagined myself being when I was younger, but we all had to grow up some time. I always imagined myself living the high life. Fancy cars, big house, lots of money. As I grew up, I realized that stuff was not feasible. It was craziness. Sure, it would be nice to be rich. But it wasn't necessary to have that stuff and live the good life.

I had been a bit of a dog in my early years. As soon as I hit high school, and I realized that girls were into me, I leapt at the chance to get some pussy. I never struggled to get women. I was handsome enough to have some of the sluttier girls basically throw themselves at me, and I didn't have the self-control to say no. This continued through my college years. I was one of those assholes you know in college that only cared about going to parties and getting girls. I was a smart guy, but my grades were slumping. It was easy to explain why; I never went to my classes. I was too busy locked in my dorm room pounding some college pussy to care about class.

It wasn't until I graduated that I started to realize the error of my ways. I was sharing a crappy apartment with this girl I was with. Neither of us were working. We spent all of our free time fucking. This was fun, obviously, but after awhile I needed something more. I wanted to live a better life. I wanted to be able to buy things. Sure, having sex a lot was great but it was almost too good for me. I enjoyed it too much. If I didn't exert some self-control, sex would be my destruction.

I cleaned up my act, grew up, and got on the straight and narrow. I got a job and tried to get my life on the right track. I avoided the company of women for a long time. I didn't need the temptation at that point. Sex was a drug to me, and I was a recovering addict.

I knew I couldn't avoid the company of women forever. I had gotten myself settled professionally and financially. I knew the next step for me was to find a wife and get married. I knew that I'd have to be able to have a relationship with a girl that wasn't primarily spent in the bedroom. A mature, grown-up relationship. I was looking for wife material.

It didn't take long for me to find her. I had been dragged to an art gallery by some co-workers. It was there that I met Sherry. She worked there, and she was showing us around. Despite my growth as a person, I was still a shameless flirt. I turned on the charm. She seemed flattered by my attention, even though she wasn't exactly my type. She was a few pounds heavier than most girls I had typically dated, but the girls I had typically dated had nearly led me into ruin. She was definitely cute, though. I had no deeper intentions than just casual flirting, so I was surprised when she slipped her number to me when I was leaving. My buddies teased me about this. Originally, I had no intention to call her, but as I thought more and more about it, I decided, 'what the hell' let's give it a shot.

I enjoyed our first date quite a bit. She was very different than the other girls I had dated. While most of the girls I went out with were very outwardly sexual, Sherry was different. She was a classy, professional woman, and she was fun to be around. She was without question the friendliest girl I ever dated. I had never felt as good about myself as I did when I was with her. She brought out the best in me. I had never had more fun on a date. It was our first date, but it would not be our last.

Sherry was the first girl I had sex with after my self-imposed exile. With her, the sex was different. It was closer to making love than anything I had ever experienced. I wasn't having sex with her because I wanted her body. I was having sex with her because I liked her as a person. She didn't know anything about the girls I used to date. And I intended to keep it that way. I didn't want her to feel inadequate in any way.

I will admit that the sex with her was not as fun as the sex I used to have. The girls I used to go out with were nastier than Sherry ever was. Plus, the girls I used to date were usually of a certain type. You know the big tits, perfect asses, fit belly, and gorgeous face kinda type. While Sherry was pretty, she was not that type of girl. She was thicker than the girls I used to date, but not in the good places. Her tits were only B-cups, and her butt was a bit too big for my liking. But, those girls never made me this happy. I knew I had to grow up. I had to move on from that horn-dog I used to be. I had to stop making sex such a huge sticking point. I knew to be in a healthy, adult relationship, I would have to accept sex that was not as good in exchange for the happiness she brought me.

We have been married for three years. Things had been going great. Sure there were some things I would prefer to be different. I wish she was a little wilder and more spontaneous. At times I found myself bored at the day-to-day repetitiveness of our marriage and work, and wished that things would get more exciting, but I knew I had to be an adult and stop yearning for the wild days of my youth.

I think Sherry had an ulterior motive for bringing me here. We had been trying to conceive for about a year now, but we had had no success. We had both been very busy, and we had not been able to relax enough to focus on trying to make a baby. I think she was hoping that we could make it happen this weekend.

The beach-town we were staying at was pretty small. But even though it was small, it was busy. It was a popular destination for tourists and beach-goers alike. The town came alive during this time of the year. Sherry loved coming here. It was busy enough to not be boring, but small enough to have character. She loved the charm of the town and she loved stopping at all the little shops downtown.

We had dropped off our stuff at the hotel and we were walking downtown, getting the shopping out of the way before hitting the beach. I had my hand around her shoulders as we walked. She was more interested in shopping then I was, so I just stood by her like a good husband. She was dressed in her pre-beach wear; a tank-top, shorts, and flip flops. I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with my trunks underneath my shorts. Sherry had told me she was eager to get some sun. She usually had a pale complexion, and the winter months hadn't helped darken her. She was hoping to get a good tan, even though, typically she burned more than she tanned. She was a pale-skinned redhead. Genetics were working against her.

Sherry was window shopping as I took in the scenery and the warm air. It was going to be a really hot day. It was still early, but I knew it would be sweltering. It was when Sherry noticed some jewelry in the window that my eyes caught sight of something else.

She was walking towards me. She was the type of girl that drew your attention. She was wearing denim short-shorts, exposing her long tan legs, which led down to a pair of stylish flip flops. The shorts hugged her thin, fit waist. I looked at her exposed belly, so flat, with her cute belly-button exposed. She was wearing a tight blue tank top, which hugged her body generously. It hugged two specific parts of her generously, namely her giant rack. Those suckers looked huge on her otherwise tiny frame. I looked up at her face, and it held up its end up of the bargain. This girl was flat out gorgeous. A perfect tanned face, full lips, just a great looking girl. And she was a girl. She was surprisingly young looking, for someone with such a well-developed body. She was really young looking. If I had to guess, I would say she was about 18. She had curly, black hair, which ran past her shoulders. She was wearing big sunglasses, but her eyes were visible above it. She was also talking on her phone. I couldn't help but notice her roll her eyes as she walked by people on the street as if she was annoyed by their mere presence. As if they didn't belong anywhere near her. I could tell immediately that this girl was a spoiled brat. As she got closer to me, I couldn't help but glance down. Her breasts jiggled as she walked.

I had had my moments since becoming a changed man, but damn, this girl was pushing all the right buttons in me. This girl was the type of girl I used to bang in high school and college. Gorgeous face. Big tits. And that spoiled attitude of hers. I don't know why that always did it for me, but entitled, spoiled brats just drove me wild. She even had the walk down. That slut-walk that those girls have. If the 18-year-old-me saw this girl, he would take her to a hotel room and fuck the shit out of her. Luckily, that guy is gone.

I couldn't help but watch her as this girl got closer. She was talking on her cell phone bitchily as she walked. I noticed that there was a girl walking alongside her. She was a slightly more demure girl, possibly Latina, with brunette hair. She was not as curvy as the girl she was next to, but she was not so bad herself. She was a smaller, Latina, quiet version of the girl next to her.

I was about to look away from her when I noticed the black-haired girl's eyes over her sunglasses, staring right at me. My eyes met hers. I watched as her eyes scanned me, giving me the up and down. She looked back into my eyes and smirked. Her and her friend walked by me. I checked to make sure Sherry was still distracted. She was, so I was able to turn and watch the black-haired girl walk away. Damn! What an ass that girl has! Her booty shorts were molded to it, and she knows how to shake it. It looks so round, and bouncy. The old me would have grabbed a handful of that ass, damn the consequences. She looked like the type of girl that would welcome that kind of forward action by a good looking guy. As I admired her firm ass, I looked up to notice she had glanced back, meeting my eyes, knowing what I had been staring at.

"God that looks nice." Sherry asked.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"You should get it." Sherry said.

"Yeah." I agreed. I shook my head. What is she saying!? "Wait, what?" I asked. I turned to look at her. She was admiring a necklace in the window.

"This necklace. You should get it for me." she said. I looked down at the price tag.

"I don't think so." I said, laughing. The necklace was well out of our price range, and she knew that.

"Oh, c'mon." she said, laughing. We resumed walking, her eyes still scanning the windows. Despite myself, I found myself scanning forward, in hopes of catching another glance at that beautiful creature I saw earlier. No luck. That was definitely for the best. Like I said, I had had my moments since becoming a changed man. I always had a good sense about looking at a girl and knowing how far she would go sexually. And that girl I saw, she would be down for anything.

I had to stop thinking like this. This was sounding dangerously close to the old me. The old me would obsess over that girl's chest. Those massive, round boobs. They looked so huge on her small frame. They were easily DD's, probably bigger. The old me would not be able to think about anything else but that girl's bouncy ass. But she was so young. Guys over 30 shouldn't be thinking about girls in their late teens. Plus, you know, I was married now.

We finally made our way to the beach about an hour later. It was pretty busy, but we were able to find an open spot to set down our stuff. I took my shorts and my shirt off, only leaving my board shorts on. Sherry took off her shorts and her top, revealing her one-piece. Sherry had always been sensitive about her weight, so she hated exposing her belly even though I assured her it was fine. Her suit, even though it was a one-piece, was fancy looking, as opposed to the drab one-piece suits a lot of girls will wear.

Sherry helped me put suntan lotion on my back after I had spread it everywhere else. She was able to coat herself with the lotion on her limbs and face and she asked me to do her back. She sat in front of me as I started to coat her shoulders and back with lotion. Her face was down, allowing maximum exposure of the back of her neck, her red hair over her shoulders.

I started to spread the lotion across her shoulders. As I did, she started to speak.

"I talked to Jan at work. She's having a barbeque at her place next weekend. I'm thinking we can go." Sherry said.

"Sounds good." I replied.

"It was funny, because we were talking at work, and..." she started. The rest of the words faded in the background as I looked down the beach.

There she was. The black haired girl I saw earlier. She was a vision in a hot pink bikini. She was walking down the beach with her friend. There was no one piece bikini bullshit with her. That wouldn't be her style. No, her style leaned towards the skimpy. Two piece bikinis, as skimpy as she could get away with, and as skimpy as necessary to show off her body. And she was showing it off.

It would be hard not to notice her. Not only because the hot pink color of her bikini made her easy to spot from a distance. It would be hard not to notice her jutting tits. They were bigger than I thought. They were easily EE-cups. My years of hanging out with slutty girls made me a bit of an expert at spotting a girl's cup size. And when you hang out with slutty girls, you usually gain experience at knowing larger cup sizes. And now, finally getting a good look, I could tell their real size for sure. What really emphasized them was her petite frame. She was so young and had a small frame that it made her huge, jutting breasts more noticeable. She was truly blessed to be so well developed. Her bikini top consisted of two thin patches which covered the nipples and the surrounding area, leaving the outsides of her breasts exposed while proudly displaying her naturally formed, deep, dark valley of excellent cleavage.

Her bikini bottoms were the booty shorts style. Teeny, tiny booty shorts. She turned to talk to her friend, and as she did, I was able to take in the back of her. The shorts molded to her ass, making it easy to see her two round ass cheeks packed in there, bursting to be free. The shorts were so skimpy the bottom halves of her ass-cheeks were just hanging out, exposed to the world. Exposed to my leering eyes. And above her ass was a tramp stamp. Of course a girl like her would have a tramp stamp.

She turned back around and continued to walk. Her body was shiny, either from sweat, water, or oil. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that it made her look spectacular. She was tan all over with no visible tan-lines. Her black hair hung down, complimenting her overall look well. She had removed her sunglasses, exposing her dark, striking eyes.

She was the type of girl that was so striking and so beautiful that men were probably scared to approach her. Most men didn't think they would have a chance. She was obviously looking for sex. Dressed like that and just watching how she walked, she knew she was driving every man around her wild. She wouldn't want one of those scared young guys coming after her. She wanted a man, a confident man to approach her. She was looking for a real man to sate her hunger.

I glanced at her friend and realized again she wasn't so bad herself. Her bikini was more decent than her friend's, a dark brown two-piece bikini with fancy designs on them. She was very pretty, but she still appeared much more reserved and shy than her friend. She didn't have the swagger that her slut friend did. Nor did she have the chest her friend did. Her breasts were nothing to sneeze at, probably either large C cups or small D-cups. But they were not as spectacular as her girl-friend's massive rack.

I had to stop thinking like this. I had to stop looking at this little slut and her hot body. I just couldn't stop thinking about what the old me would have done. The old me would have marched down the beach, struck up a conversation with her, and charmed those booty-shorts off of her. I would have convinced her to take a walk down the beach, find a nice secluded spot, and have her show me the goods. She would have no qualms about parading her body in front of me. She would probably act all coy and innocent, but it would only be a matter of time until we were rutting on the sand. I would be on top of her, driving into her, making that bitch moan. Well, that's what would have happened. Luckily, I'm not that man anymore.

"I think you're done." Sherry said.

"What?" I replied.

"I think I have plenty of sun block." my wife said. She lifted her head up and sat back on her hands, scanning the beach. I looked out into the ocean for a few moments before I was interrupted by Sherry.

"Eww." Sherry said.

"What?" I asked, looking for the source of her displeasure.

"Look at that girl over in the pink." she said, pointing over at the black haired girl. I couldn't get away from her! "I hate those girls that use the beach as an excuse to slut it up in front of everyone. It's gross. Look at those inflated tits. Clearly fake. Her daddy probably bought them for her. What a slut!"

I glanced over at my wife knowingly. It was cute to see her jealous. Jealous of that little slut's very mature body. Like I said earlier, I was an expert with women's breasts. And those monsters that girl was carrying around were all natural. And she knew how to carry them around.

Sherry looked over at me and drew me into a conversation, pulling my attention away from that girl. I think she didn't want me looking at her. I couldn't blame her. Most women would look inadequate next to that girl. Not that my wife is inadequate but few women have such an incredible body as this girl.

I started to wonder if my wife knew about my past. I never told her about that part of my life, obviously, but I was still friends with the same people as I was back then. I wondered if any of them had let my secret slip. I wonder if she suspected that I had been eying up this slut since we got here.

My wife and I finally started to relax. Sherry laid back and began to read her book, and I just sat back and attempted to tan. As I closed my eyes, all I could imagine in my mind's eye was that girl. I tried to justify these thoughts. She was a gorgeous creature. It was a natural reaction for any man. Even though I was a changed man, I was still a man.
I tried to find some flaw in her. I realized that she was probably an easy lay. Sure, she was smoking hot, but it probably wouldn't be rocket science to bed her. A hot guy would probably be all that was required for her to spread her legs. Easy girls served their purpose, but they weren't as fun as other girls. I always preferred it when the girls I was with were confident. I always enjoyed confident, hot-bodied sluts, not airheaded, easy sluts. I always preferred it when the girls were the hunters, not the prey. It was never as much fun when you had to settle for the girls who were waiting to be picked up. It was always much more fun when the girls knew how to play the game. It was much more fun when the girls were slutty, but not pushovers. Girls who went after the man they wanted. Girls that wouldn't settle for a shitty pick up line. It was always much more fun when you had to work for the girl. I always liked when you immediately realized that a girl was a wildcat in the sack, but you had to work to be the man who would be honored to be taken home by her and see her talents in person. Seduction was the ultimate sport, and like any sport, the game was far more fun with a worthy competitor.

It would take a lot of time and experience for a girl to get that good. I had banged a lot of high school girls back in the day, and not one of them was a worthy challenge. In my experience, it wasn't until a girl reached the later years of college when they started to become worthy adversaries. Those girls were always the most fun. And as hot as the girl in the pink bikini was, she was probably nowhere close to being a true master of seduction.

I might have drifted off for a bit, and when I started to stir, I glanced around. Sherry was still reading her book.

"Be careful. You don't want to fall asleep." Sherry said, not looking up from her book. I grunted in agreement and began to look around. I looked towards the ocean... but I didn't see any water. My vision was consumed by that bitch in the pink bikini. She was right there, probably about fifteen feet away. And she was looking right at me!

Our eyes met. Hers looking playful, mine scared. Once she knew she had my attention, her eyes drifted lazily over to Sherry. Her eyes traveled over my wife before looking back at me. And she smirked. That bitch fucking smirked. That smug, arrogant look on her face said everything. I could read her mind. I knew how bitches like her thought. She was looking at my wife and thinking nasty things about her. That bitch was thinking my wife was fat. She didn't realize that not all girls could be as svelte and fit as her. Sherry's weight was about average. Sure, Sherry had a few extra pounds, but she was healthy. But girls like this bitch saw any woman with a few extra pounds as a total fatty. This bitch was probably mocking my wife in her head for having pale skin. She probably thought it was pasty and disgusting. She probably thought my wife's hair was ugly and unstylish. She probably thought my wife's bikini was pathetic and ugly. Okay, it wasn't skimpy and sexy like hers, but so what? This bitch probably was mocking my wife's breasts in her mind. Fine, they weren't as massive, perky and succulent as hers, but few women could claim to have breasts as perfect as hers. And I'm sure if she could see my wife's butt she would be mocking it too. She would probably be calling my wife a fat ass. Why couldn't that bitch realize that not all women could have perfect bubble butts?

I'm sure this evil little slut was wondering how a good looking guy like me ended up with a woman like Sherry. Of course a bitch like this would think that it was only looks that matter. She probably thought that women like Sherry didn't deserve to be with hot guys. She thought guys like me should only end up with girls like her. Hot girls. Hot bodied girls. This bitch thought that love was only skin deep. That bitch needed to learn a lesson. She needed to learn how the world really was. I'm sure I could show her a thing or two.

I looked back into this arrogant little whore's eyes. Her eyes twinkled at me and then she looked me up and down. She looked back into my eyes and licked her lips. This bitch was hitting on me. What an arrogant little slut. She was so confident, so arrogant, that she thought she could brazenly hit on a married man. I smirked arrogantly back at her, letting this little bitch know that it would take more than that to take me down. She smiled cutely, twirled her hair and walked away. As she did, she sashayed, her butt bouncing side to side. She reached back and pulled her booty shorts up, making it tighter against her ass, revealing a little more of her succulent ass cheeks. I looked down at that butt of hers. Admittedly, her ass was out of this world. But it didn't matter. Sure, she had a perfect, heart shaped ass. I would happily look, but I knew better than to get close to her. I would never get close enough to touch. I didn't want to. She looked back at me, making sure I was still watching her. I nodded at her, letting her know I appreciated what she had to offer... but that I wasn't interested. She smiled brightly at me before blending into the crowd. I shook my head. If she thought she affected me, she thought a bit too highly of herself.

"What?" Sherry said, wondering why I was shaking my head.

"Nothing." I said, leaning over and kissing her.

"Well." she started, shutting her book. "I'm gonna sit back and relax. Don't let me fall asleep. I don't want to burn."

"No problem, dear." I told her with a smile. She lied back, removed her sunglasses and shut her eyes. I sat and looked around, just taking in the beautiful beach. I decided to take a walk and maybe get something to drink.

I walked leisurely, not in any big rush. I looked around as I walked, trying to take it all in. It wasn't like I was looking for that hot-bodied little slut. I was just walking. I saw some vendors and started to make my way that direction.

I saw a place that sold lemonade. That sounded perfect. As I got ready to get in line, I looked over at the next vendor. This vendor sold beer. Ever since I cleaned myself up, I had stopped drinking. I wasn't an alcoholic or anything like that. It was just that bad things happened when I drank. Whenever I drank, I always ended up in bed with some slut I didn't know, without fail. I didn't need to be doing anything that would possibly make me slip into my old ways, so I gave up drinking. It wasn't a big deal to me.

But it wasn't the beer that caught my attention. It was that little slut in the pink bikini that was in the line that caught me off guard. There was no way she was 21. Sure she had the tits of woman, but she was still a teenage girl. I knew I should ignore her but she was playing a game with me. I knew if I got in line with her and didn't acknowledge her, it would show her how little affect she had on me. I was tempted to get in line behind her just to prove that point. I might have to get a beer to do so, but it wasn't like one beer would put me back into my old ways. I could handle a beer no sweat. I had to admit a nice, cold beer sounded great in this blazing sun. It was this thought that drove me to switch lines. It wasn't that girl's magnetic ass. I wanted a nice cold beer, and if I taught that young bitch a lesson, then that's all the better.

She was at the end of the line so I stepped behind her. Her friend was next to her. The friend glanced at me, and then leaned in close to whisper to the black-haired girl. She thought she was whispering quietly, but I could hear her.

"He's right behind you." the Latina girl whispered.

"I know." The black-haired girl said out loud, not caring if I heard. I doubt she did know I was behind her. She had never looked back at me.

It was a decently long line, so there was a bit of a wait. This allowed me to take the occasional glance at the black-haired girl's nice round ass. Again, I had to admit her ass was spectacular. It looked nice and round and perfectly ripe. She was bouncing her knee, and this motion caused her ass-cheeks to jiggle. I had to pull my eyes away. I had to be careful not to be hypnotized.

Before I knew it, we were at the front of the line. I watched black-haired girl step up to the vendor. The salesperson was an older, bearded man.

"What can I get you?" the vendor said. As he looked at this pretty girls face, he was clearly taken aback. It had probably been a long time since he had seen a girl this gorgeous.

"A beer for me and my friend here." the black-haired girl said.

"Can I see some ID?" the vendor asked. She reached into her bag, pulled out her ID and grabbed her friend's ID from her hand and handed both over. The vendor looked at the IDs and then back at them, angrily.

"Are you kidding? You girls both just turned 18! You know I can't serve you." the man said. That's when the black-haired girl did something that surprised the hell out of me. She put her hands on the table between her and the merchant. Then she started to bend over. As she did, she stepped backwards. She leaned over the table in front of her, no doubt providing the vendor an incredible view of her hanging breasts and cavernous cleavage. In doing so, she pushed her ass against my crotch. I was too caught off guard to step away. It seemed as if instantaneously, my dick was pressed against her ass-crack! I didn't even realize my dick was rock hard. All I knew was that it was perfectly placed in between this young bitch's ripe ass cheeks. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but no one was paying attention. I looked forward to see what would happen next.

"Are you sure about that?" she whispered huskily to the vendor. She was staring hard at the man, daring him to glance at her cleavage. She didn't have to wait very long. The vendor's eyes bugged out as he looked at the massive pair of breasts in front of him. He then looked into her eyes before turning, grabbing two plastic cups, and beginning to fill them with ice cold beer.

As he did that, this girl's butt began swaying and grinding against my dick. I was still frozen to the spot. I had to admit that ass of hers felt amazing against my cock. Her ass-cheeks were gently massaging my dick as she swayed. The only person watching me was her Latina friend, and I was too distracted to care. I was lost in the sensation.

Suddenly, the feeling was gone. She stood up straight with two beers in hand. That bitch turned and walked past me without even a glance back. She just handed a beer to her friend as she walked away. I looked at the vendor and he looked as shaken as I was. I quickly purchased a beer and decided to just head back to Sherry.

I was still stunned. That girl was brazen as hell. To just rub her firm ass against me in view of everyone. That took some guts. And I had to admit that her ass did feel really good against me. Against my dick. I was about to shake this girl out of my head again when I looked forward. Of course... she was walking ahead of me in the same direction. And of course she was still shaking that ass of hers as she walked. She was about ten feet in front of me. I tried to keep my eyes off of her. I was looking at the ocean, other people, anything but the little whore in front of me. This would have worked great until I glanced forward and realized the little bitch had stopped... and had turned to face me. I almost ran into her until I realized she was there. I stopped quickly, only about a foot away from her. I looked into her eyes as she looked at mine.

"Are you like a perv or something? You keep following me around." the black-haired girl said. I could see the game she was playing. I wasn't interested in playing with her.

"Just coincidence, sweetie." I told her, showing her she wasn't getting to me.

"Then why did you, like, rub your huge dick against me?" she said. I just looked down at her, the look on my face asking her if she was really gonna try and pin that on me.

"Keep dreaming." I told her smugly. She shook her head.

"You're not the first married guy to, like, be into me. But they're not usually such hunks like you." she said, rubbing her finger on my fit stomach.

"Keep flattering yourself." I said.

"I don't know why guys like you even bother getting married. We both know what you're good for..." she said. For the first time, she got to me a bit.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Her expression changed slightly.

"I've seen guys like you. You get older and feel the need to settle down. You settle for domestic pussy when you really want the good stuff." she said.

"And you got the good stuff?" I asked.

"You know the answer to that." she said. There was a silence as we looked right at each other. I realized this girl was a little more skilled at the game than I thought. I was wondering if she was thinking the same thing about me. Her friend broke the silence.

"C'mon, Bree. We should get going." the friend said.

"Don't interrupt me, Maya." the black haired girl, Bree, said. Her friend Maya stepped back, looking down at the sand, obeying her friend's will.

"I saw your wife. I'm surprised a guy like you would settle for a fatty." Bree said.

"Fuck you." I said quickly, still staring her down. She smiled.

"I bet you have never looked at her the way you looked at me. I saw you checking out these." she said, pushing out her chest, trying to get me to look down at her jutting breasts. I gave them a respectful glance before meeting her eyes again, trying to hide how impressive I found those huge titties.

"I saw you burning a hole in my ass with your eyes." she said, turning around. She looked over her shoulder as she pointed her butt at me, letting me get another good look.

"I felt how hard you were for me." she whispered.

"I'm so tired of high school boys. Why can't I find a real man?" Bree asked, biting her bottom lip. Damn, she was sexy. But I had to make her know I was immune to her charms.

"I've met girls like you. Little sluts who think that just because they have hot little bodies, they think they can get any man they want. They don't realize that it takes more than a hot body to get a man. Now, if you would excuse me, my wife is waiting." I told her. She blocked me when I tried to walk past her.

"But I do know these things. I have a lot of experience. I can do it all. I could teach you a few things. Now you could go back to your wife, but you need to know what you would be missing out on. I know what type of man you are. I bet you got around in your younger days. But you had to grow up and be an adult, so you stopped having fun." Bree said. I was impressed that she had read me so well.

"Yeah, you got married. But that didn't stop you from looking around. Glancing at all the sexy girls you were missing out on. Glancing at the girls you would have had if you were still the man you used to be. But here's the thing, men don't change. You still want it as bad as you used to. You're just better at hiding it. But you're hiding the truth. You're hiding the fact that you want to fuck every hot piece of ass that walks by you. You were never as happy as you were when you were balls deep in some slut, right? There is nothing you want more that a tight teenage pussy wrapped around your fat cock." Bree said. For the first time, I was shocked into silence.

"It's what you've been dreaming about, isn't it? Tight young pussy... eager to be stretched. So why don't you relive the old days right now. Relive those days when you would fuck every hot piece of teenage ass. Take out all your frustrations and wasted years of marriage on my hot fucking body. Your balls must be so full. Your wife was never able to drain your balls as good as those young sluts you used to fuck. It must be tough to know that your fat old wife is sexually inferior to most teenage girls. And you're about to realize that every girl you've ever been with is inferior to me. Because I do everything." Bree said. As she said her last sentence, her fingers walked up my chest.

I looked over and saw my wife a distance away. It looked like she had nodded off. I had better go wake her to keep her skin from burning, like she asked. But then I looked back at Bree. I looked at the smug look on her face, as if she had already won. I knew I couldn't fuck her, obviously. I had to scare her off, and to do that, I had to bring out the big guns.

"I've met tons of girls like you. You talk a big game, but when the time comes, you just lie back and take it." I told her, stepping close to her.

"You've never met a girl like me, baby." Bree replied. "How many 18 year old girls do you know with tits this big?" she said, guiding my eyes down to her giant breasts. I glanced at them again and then looked at her face, acting as if I wasn't impressed. She opened her mouth in mock insult.

"How many 18 year olds are willing to let you fuck them in any hole you want?" Bree said. I raised an eyebrow. It was a good play. But I've done all of that before. She had done nothing to change my stance. She knew she had to step it up.

"Do you know how hot it is to cheat on the person you're with?" she asked. "I've cheated on most of my boyfriends. To betray a person for someone who is so much better in every way. But those are only boyfriends. I can't how imagine how hot it would be to cheat on your wife with a girl who is sexier in every way. I can't imagine how hot it would be to cheat on your wife simply to satisfy your sick fetishes. You know, like your fondness for 18 year old girls. And your love of girls with big tits. And your fascination with girls with perfect asses."

This was a new move. Despite all the stuff I did in my past, I was never a cheater. To be fair, I was never a relationship guy. I was more of a one-night stand kinda guy. I was more of a friends with benefits kinda guy. I never really cheated. Was there some raw thrill from betraying someone you vowed to love? This girl seemed to know.

She did have a good read on me. The best sex of my life was with younger girls. Girls her age. It wasn't that they were necessarily great at sex. Most of the girls a few years older were probably better lovers. But the teenagers were so damn insatiable! I had never met a girl who combined the insatiability of a girl that young with the experience needed to be spectacular at sex. But once again, that was in the past. I hadn't fucked an 18 year old since I was a lot closer to that age. If a guy my age did that now people might see it as gross.

Bree knew she had me on the hook a little bit. She started to press the issue.

"How about this?" she started. She stepped close to me. I groaned as I felt her soft breasts press against me. She began to whisper. "I want you. I want you bad. I would never cheat on you, because you're man enough to take care of me. And I can prove it to you. If you take my hot ass down the beach and fuck the shit out of me, I wouldn't ask you to wear a condom. With you I wouldn't deal with any of that bullshit. You can stick your huge fucking cock deep inside me... bare... Uncovered. Unprotected. And if you're man enough to do it, I will let you cum deep inside me. If your man enough, plant your seed in me. Just imagine, some 18 year old slut's belly growing with your baby... And not just once. Again and again."

I was stunned by this. Stunned. This girl was offering me her womb. She was offering her womb to me to make babies. Holy Shit! This was something I had never encountered. Most of the girls I was with either insisted I wear a condom or that I made sure to pull out. The only pussy I ever came in was my wife's. I never had the opportunity to cum inside a nice, tight, teenage twat.

I had clearly underestimated this teenage girl. She knew how to play the game in a way I had never seen. She was wise beyond her years. She was the worthy challenger I had dreamed of facing. I asked myself why she was offering me this much. She had just met me. Then I realized the answer. She viewed me as her equal. She viewed me as a worthy competitor to her. A worthy challenger. She viewed me as her sexual equal. There was only one choice for people like us when we meet our equal. Could I resist the urge to go to battle with her? Playing the game with her would be a once in a lifetime opportunity. I was still hesitant.
"I know what you're thinking. Why saddle yourself with some dumb 18 year old slut? But the good thing is, my daddy is rich... and he is never around. To make up for never being around, he keeps my bank account nice and fat. I never have to worry about getting a job or any of that silliness. I spend my days lying by the pool, making myself pretty. If you knock me up, that life can be yours too. You don't have to work. You can just spend your days with me, keeping me nice and satisfied. You never have to work. You never have to worry about money. All you have to focus on is making me a mommy... again and again. I am so ready to be a mommy." Bree whispered. Damn, this girl was getting to me. She was so nasty. My dick was throbbing.

"My daddy bought me and my girls a beach house for the week. An early graduation gift for us girls. Now look at Maya." Bree started. I complied with her command.

Maya stood there uncomfortably as I gave her the once over. Now that I was up close, I realized that she was a little hottie. She had a darker complexion than her friend due to her Latina heritage. She had creamy skin which complimented her body well. She was strikingly pretty too. Straight black hair, down to her mid-back, gorgeous big eyes, and full lips. She was a beautiful girl. I glanced down at her body. Now that I was up close, I realized how nice her breasts were. Nice, round D-cups which would be impressive on most women, but were overshadowed by her friend's giant rack. They rode together, their firm flesh pressing together to create a perfect amount of cleavage. I gazed at her firm, flat belly, evidence that she worked out. Her bikini bottoms were a little skimpier than her friend's, showing off her long smooth legs.

Bree motioned for her to turn around. Maya rolled her eyes, but complied. I was now able to take in the back of her. Her back was very sexy. Smooth and firm. I couldn't help but look at her ass. She was a bit more petite than Bree, but her Latina heritage provided her with a nice round, bubble butt, jutting out, stretching the material of her small bikini. She turned back around to face me. She was still clearly very shy and nervous, which was the only thing holding her back from being a walking sex bomb like her friend. I would have to admit that she was more attractive than Sherry, but not nearly as attractive as her friend.

"She's pretty hot, right?" Bree asked. "You can have her to. You can have her in whatever way you want. Anything you do to me, you can do to her too. Any hole you want, any way you want. And if you want to get her pregnant like you will with me, feel free. Her womb is all yours." Maya's eyebrow arched and she was about to argue when Bree shushed her. "I am offering both of us to you. And not just for sex. I am offering you two pussies to cum in. Two flat bellies for you to make swell with your babies. Two big pairs of big teenage tits that you could make full with milk. Two high school girls, cooped up together. So full of energy. So horny. Two girls desperate to be fucked properly. Two pussies dying to be stretched, dying to be wrapped around a nice, fat cock. Imagine the trouble we could get in without some strong male supervision." she whispered, biting her lip, looking up at me with those big eyes of hers.

I looked over at her friend. She seemed terrified by this conversation. Bree started to talk again.

"Don't worry. She hides it well, but she's just as nasty as I am. Wave a huge cock in her face and she goes nuts." Bree said. Then she looked down the beach at my wife.

"Look at her, like a beached whale. What a fucking dumbass!" she said.

"My wife isn't fat, and she is not dumb. I'm a married man." I croaked.

"She is fat, and she is dumb. She would have to dumb to let you out of her sight. She'd have to be dumb to not know what type of man you really are. She'd have to be dumb to sit there and sleep, and then allow her man to get stolen. I'm not dumb. I know what I am. And I know what you are. I am here, with her man, where I belong. Where we belong. And she is where she belongs, at our feet. You could go back to her and keep lying to yourself about who you should be with, but we both know the truth. You know who you were meant be with. Not some fat old slob of a wife." Bree said, saying the word wife with disdain. "You were meant to be with fit, sexy young girls. Face it, your destiny is to be a cum factory for teenage sluts." Bree said. As she finished, she got up on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her lips felt so soft. We were surrounded by people, and if anyone had looked, they would have seen this slutty teenage girl kiss a thirty something man. It was madness. I couldn't find any words. Sure, there was a nasty appeal to what she was saying and it sounded ridiculously hot, but I couldn't do this to Sherry.

"Maybe we should go down the beach. Continue this conversation somewhere more private..." Bree said.

"Just because you are offering your bodies to me...just because you are offering your wombs to me doesn't mean I will cheat. Just because I have never cum inside a tight, teenage pussy doesn't mean I will jump into your arms. I am a married man! That means something to me!" I told them angrily.

"No it doesn't. You care about your wife as much as I do. I bet you have dreamed about dumping her for a hotter woman. Or in this case... a hotter girl." she giggled.

"Fuck off." I told her.

"That's what you've wanted to tell your fat wife since you met her. She is so far beneath you. Everyone knows it. Everybody probably laughs at you behind your back for shacking up with her. No one will laugh at you when you have a teenage slut in each arm." she said, trying to appeal to my vanity.

I shook my head at her and I turned to walk past her. Bree jumped in front of me, causing her giant breasts to bounce. I couldn't help but watch them jiggle.

"You really think you can go back to that?" Bree asked skeptically, glancing over her shoulder at Sherry. "You can tell yourself you are satisfied with the sex you have with her, but we both know you are lying. There is no chance that your wife is good at sex. My guess is that she is flat out terrible at it. You have to do all the work while she just lies there." I was silent.

"You would say something if I was not telling the truth. You would defend your wife's honor. You wouldn't still be here unless you wanted to be stolen from her." Bree said. I looked into her eyes, full of hate for this evil, spoiled little cunt.

"Is that honestly the woman you want to start a family with? Is that the person who could provide you with the best offspring? We all know you could do better. Just look at me. I'm perfect. Who is the superior woman? Me, or that pathetic excuse for a woman?" Bree said angrily. I again could not find any words.

"Look at me. Look at my body." she ordered softly. I looked. I couldn't help myself. "Who do you think would fuck you better? Who do you think is better at sex? Your old, flabby, lazy wife... or a hot, sexy, slutty and energetic young girl?" As much as I hated to admit it, this girl would definitely be a much better fuck. "If you had a choice, what would you rather your woman have: a pair of massive, perky, EE cup breasts with perfect nipples, or some pathetic pair of saggy breasts which are maybe B-cups at best? Would you rather have tits that are big enough for you to do whatever nasty things you can come up with, or some nothing little boobies? Wouldn't you rather be with a woman whose tits overfill whatever clothes she's in? Wouldn't you rather be with a woman whose huge jugs pour through your fingers? Wouldn't you rather be with a girl who has a perfect round ass, perfect for spanking, slapping or sticking your dick in? Or would you rather have a wife with a flabby butt who is too nice to ever consider giving you her ass to fuck? Wouldn't you rather be with girls who are spectacularly gorgeous, and not flat out ugly like that woman you saddled yourself to? Wouldn't you rather be with a girl who is spectacularly rich and never had to lift a finger? Don't you want to fuck a spoiled-brat like me? Don't I deserve it? I earned your cock. I am here, working hard for you. She is on her fat ass, lazy, asking for her man to be taken from her. I know what kind of nasty girls are out there. I would never let you go. If she isn't going to try to hold onto you, why are you bothering holding on to her? You deserve this! You deserve to fuck some hot teenage girls! You deserve to get some tight, young pussy! You've wasted yourself on her and her nasty, loose pussy for years. Make up for lost time, and fuck the type of girls who know how to care for you!"

Everything she said was true. All of it. Sherry was lazy. She was asking for this to happen. As much as I hated to admit it, Bree, this 18 year-old slut, was superior to my 35 year-old wife in every way. Bree was hotter and sexier than my wife. I knew I should stay loyal, but I couldn't look away from Bree's chest. Her tits were just so huge! Bree smiled, as she saw how transfixed I was. She knew she had won.

She knew she had her hooks in me. She didn't even know my name, but she was offering to mother my children. I realized our connection was not a typical one. It was not a relationship about names. Our relationship was a physical one. She was female perfection, and not to be too arrogant, I wasn't too bad myself. We were two sexual creatures, circling each other, feeling each other out. But there was only one possible outcome, and deep down, I knew it. I knew it, and she knew I knew it. I don't know why I was fighting the inevitable. With a smile, she took my hand in hers, and began to lead me down the beach, Maya close behind.

I was in a daze as I watched her sexy tramp stamp sway. God, I always loved girls with tramp stamps. Some guys hated girls with them because it made it obvious they were sluts. But that's what turned me on. I loved the fact that girls were so blatant with their sluttiness.

I looked back at my wife. She was still asleep. I looked around at the people near us, and no one seemed to be paying attention. We were in our own little world.

"My name is Brent, by the way." I told her. This made her laugh.

"Nice to know the name of the man who will be the father of my child." Bree said with a smile. This made Maya run up next to her.

"Bree!" Maya whispered loudly, loud enough for me to hear. "I don't want to get pregnant. Don't speak for me like that."

"Just wait honey. Watch what happens and see if you change your mind." Bree said lazily.

I had to wonder how I got here. I am a married man. But this bitch just seemed to have my number. Sure, she was spectacularly gorgeous, and she had tits each as big as my head. But that shouldn't be enough to make me cheat. She was able to tap into the part of me that missed my old life. The part of me that was addicted to fucking. Addicted to pussy. Addicted to young, tight pussy.

Bree was right. She appealed to all my fetishes. I loved younger women. I loved big breasts. I loved perfect round asses. My mind was saying 'no', but my cock was screaming 'yes'. Bree was the most gorgeous girl I had ever met. But more importantly, she was absolutely filthy. And that was so hot to me. She told me she wanted to get pregnant with my baby! Why did that appeal to me so much? This girl wanted me to go from not knowing her to breeding her. She wanted me to impregnate her. That must be one of her fetishes. That was about as nasty as it got. I had no doubt now that she was as nasty as she had advertised. I always loved being with nasty, slutty girls. They always made my cock throb.

Bree was the perfect fuck partner for me. She was the embodiment of everything I wanted in a woman, and she was just 18! But I'm a married man. I couldn't let myself do this, could I? It had taken me years to escape the vortex I had created for myself. My addiction to pussy consumed my world and I had finally been able to escape that addiction. But if I relapsed, if I experienced good pussy again, I might not be able to escape. If I did it, I would turn out like Bree had said: a cum factory for teenage girls. If I didn't say anything, any semblance of me being a productive member of society would be gone. I would be a fuck machine. I needed to stop this. I had to speak up.

My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. I was silent, just watching Bree's bubble butt bounce and sway. I looked at Maya's ass, and saw it bouncing perfectly in time with Bree's. I was transfixed by these two bubble butts. Their butts took all the words out of me. Their butts were leading me to my doom.

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(Bree)

I didn't think it would be this easy. I didn't think this married man would succumb to my charms that easily. He is married! But then again, I am really fucking hot, so it's understandable.

People always told my dad when I was younger that I would be a handful, and they weren't wrong. Once I sprouted my humongous tits and started getting all the boys' attention, there was no stopping me from exploring the more adult side of life. I had been a slut for years. With a pair of EE cup tits on my petite frame, it would be hard not to get young guys' attention. I had always been pretty, and as I got older, I blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. And as my body filled out in all the right places I learned how easy most teenage boys were to manipulate. I learned a valuable lesson: I could have whoever I wanted.

When I was still discovering what my body was capable of, I would put out like crazy. I had built up quite a reputation around school. The other girls hated me, but I wrote that off to jealousy and fear. Jealous that they weren't as hot as me, and fear that their boyfriends wanted me. None of it bothered me one bit.

As I got older, I learned to be more choosy about who I wanted to fuck. It was easy to fuck the burnouts or the meatheads. There was no challenge there. It was far more fun to go after straight-A, all-American jocks. The good guys who were supposed to end up with the sweet girls. Those college bound guys who could do so much better than being with a slut like me. It was always sweeter when those guys ended up balls deep inside me. Those guys were too sweet and good natured to know what hit them. They were fun, but as I mowed through all the single guys I could find, I needed more.

It was other girls' jealousy of me that inspired me. I realized the next great thrill: fucking guys who had girlfriends. Finding those guys who were taken, and corrupting them, bringing them down to my level was a thrill I couldn't explain. Just knowing that they liked me and my hot body more than their sweet and jealous little girlfriends drove me wild.

I was only able to do this a few times before word got out. The story on me was out in the open. I was a slutty girl willing to fuck other girls' boyfriends. I was treated like poison around the school. Girls didn't want their boyfriends getting anywhere near me. Most girls hated me but I was able to make a few friends. Four best friends, the most surprising of which was Maya. She was a smart girl, a straight-A student and bound for an ivy-league college. But the fact that she was willing to hang out with me told me that this girl had a dark side. She was cute and shy but I wanted to bring that dark side out of her. After a while, I was finally able to see her at work with a guy. I realized that although she hides it well, at her core she is as much of a nasty slut as me.

My tastes evolved again. Even at their best, young guys were easy to fuck. That was when my eyes wandered to older men. Unfortunately, none of my male teachers were at all attractive, or you had better believe I would have fucked them. So I sought older men elsewhere. And for the first time, I failed. I hit on a few older men and even though I saw a glimmer of desire for me and my body, they all declined, saying I was too young.

I had felt like a mature adult for years. Once I got old enough to take care of myself, my dad felt comfortable leaving me alone at home while he traveled for work. I didn't resent him for it. I love my daddy and he was always great to me. He was very successful and stinking rich, so even though I was on my own, Dad's money allowed me to live the good life.

I raised myself through the last few years, so I felt mature beyond my age. I couldn't wait to be a legal adult for many reasons. I felt like I was ready to do things an adult would do. Be able to date whoever I wanted without any issues cause that was the issue holding back most of the older men I flirted with. And also, I wanted to start a family. I had had the urge for years to be a mommy. Most looked down at those girls who were in high school and pregnant, but that thought violently turned me on. Just the idea of being some young, knocked up slut seemed so hot to me.

Once I turned 18, I realized it had been a miracle that I hadn't been knocked up yet. It had also been a miracle that I never caught anything. And now, as I neared graduation, I was child free and disease free. I put out less than I used to. I wasn't fucking high school boys anymore. I wanted a man. I wanted a man who knew how to fuck me. I wanted a man because they were actually a challenge. I knew I would end up with an older man, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was knocked up. I was hot, young, and legal. It was inevitable. I knew that magic moment was coming. I could feel it. I knew it would not be long before some hot older guy made me his.

My daddy had bought me this beach house for spring break. I had hoped to meet a man during this time. I had only been 18 for a month and I was desperate for my first experience with an older man.

I had spied Brent from far away. He seemed like a perfect candidate. He looked to be in his early thirties, hot, and fit. But most importantly, he was checking me out. He was into me. He was down for some young pussy. I saw his fat wife and couldn't blame him for seeking out some hot pussy. Just the thought of driving a married man wild with lust drove me crazy. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. It didn't matter that he was married. That only made it better. He was perfect for me.

I knew I had him interested, but I knew it wouldn't be a cakewalk to get him. It was a few hours later when I saw him on the beach. That would make it easier for me. I knew all I would have to do is march my bikini clad body around him and he would proceed to get very interested. So that's what I did, and that's all I needed to do. I could tell immediately he was very interested in me. As I went to get a beer, I watched him wandering the beach like a lost puppy, looking for my hot ass. I knew I had my hooks in him then.

I could feel his presence as he got behind me in line. I went over what I knew about him. I figured he wasn't having good sex. With the mismatch between him and his wife, it was pretty obvious good sex wasn't happening there. And the way his eyes wolfed down my body told me he was into younger girls. He was probably the type of guy who had fucked around in the past before settling down. He was probably nasty. He had to be if he was following an 18-year-old girl's hot ass around the beach. That's why I knew he would enjoy it when I pushed my ass into his crotch. This allowed me to confirm my suspicion: he was huge! Perfect for a slut like me.

By the time we got to talking I knew he wanted me to seduce him. But the thing was, I had never been with an older man, so I didn't know for sure what they were typically looking for. So most of the things I told him were either bullshit or guesswork. I appealed to those instincts in a man to fuck and impregnate the hottest bitch around. Maya wasn't so sure about this, but I knew better. I knew that when the time came, she would be begging him to empty his balls in her. Despite her shy, intelligent façade, I knew and she knew deep down that her destiny was not to be some bookworm. Her destiny was to end up barefoot and pregnant. I knew it would take some work to get her to that point, but she would. I just hoped the offer of knocking up some young sluts would convince him to fuck me. And it did! I was now leading him down the beach to a nice shady spot, where we both knew what was about to happen. There was no way he was getting out of this without putting a baby in my belly.
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(Brent)

Before I knew it, Bree had led me past all the people on the beach. We had walked down a narrow strip of beach, near some trees. This narrow bit of beach opened up into a nice clearing, a perfect for spot for people who needed privacy. I had been in a daze watching her ass shake, but once she let go of my hand and turned to face me, my mind was cleared of the images of things I wanted to do to that ass of hers. I realized where I was and who I was with. I was facing Bree, with Maya watching both of us from the side.

"I should get going. I can't do this. My wife..." I started, desperate to escape this situation.

"Tell me, Brent, have you ever seen tits this big?" Bree asked, looking down at her own chest while bringing her arms close to herself, pushing out her massive, soft breasts." Your wife's are pretty small, but you had to have seen some big knockers like these at some point."

"Not that big." I mumbled, unable to take my eyes off of them.

"Neither have I... I mean, they are so big and my body is so small. But that makes them better doesn't it. Tits so big on someone so small... so young. They are so ripe. So perky. So soft. You can feel them if you want to. I'll let you leave, but you can cop a quick feel if you want." Bree offered.

I stared at her tits, bursting to escape from under her pink bikini. They just looked so soft and so squeezable. I bet they felt great in your hands. Her hard nipples were hard underneath her top. What would one quick feel hurt? I could just take one quick squeeze of her massive titties then go back to my wife, no questions asked. My wife entered my mind. I couldn't do this. I couldn't go down this path and betray my wife.

I started to turn away but before I could make a move to leave, Bree grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands to her. Before I could fight her off, my open palms were pressed against two large teenage titties. I couldn't help myself. I squeezed.

God, they felt so good! I squeezed over and over again. The flesh rebounded against my fingers. They were perky and soft. The feeling of her breast flesh pouring through my fingers was indescribable.

"It's okay if you want to slip your hands under my top and get a real feel. If want to feel my nipples in your palms, it's okay." Bree whispered. With that, I slipped my fingers under the stretchy fabric of her bikini and dug my hands into her top, until I felt her hard nipples grazing my palms. I resumed my squeezing of her large breasts.

With every squeeze, I felt the new and improved me slipping away. The better me. Slipping away, and in its place, the old me was slowly returning. The dark sex-addicted beast was beginning to rear its head. My fingers pinched each of her nipples and twisted them, causing this little bitch to moan loudly. That did it! Hearing this sexy little thing moan sent me over the edge. Eight years of work down the drain. There was only one thing I wanted now. Hot, teen pussy!

I moved my hands to her the sides of her chest and pulled her to me. Before she could react, I pressed my lips against hers. Her lips felt so smooth and glossy against mine. And so good! Her tongue jumped into my mouth, mashing against my tongue. This girl knew her make out technique.

I forced her back until we both fell to the sand. Her hair splayed out against the ground, making her look like an angel. But I knew the truth. I knew what a little devil she was. I resumed our furious make out session.

I knew Maya was standing guard at the end of the beach, watching for any intruders. I wondered what she thought as she watched her friend made out with an older married man. I wondered what she thought when she saw me between her legs, humping against her pussy, desperate to be inside her. My cock and her cunt were only separated by a few thin layers of clothing. Her hot pink bikini shorts and my trunks the only thing saving me from infidelity.

We kept making out until she pushed me away.

"Slow down baby. It's so much better when it's slow." Bree said. She pushed me off of her until I was leaning back on my arms. She got up on her knees next to me. She gave me a quick peck on the lips before reaching down to my trunks. She lifted the hem of my shorts and reached in with one hand. I felt her small hand wrap around the base of my cock.

"Holy Shit!" Bree said with a laugh. She lifted the hem of my shorts down over my cock, resting it under my balls and exposing my dick to both her and Maya. I looked over at Maya, and noticed she was no longer watching out for any intruders. She was transfixed by my huge dick.

"Is this 10 inches?!" Bree said, shaking my hard dick in her hand. I nodded.

"Wow, that's so perfect." she said, in awe of my sizable dick. "Do you see this, Maya?"

"Yeah, I see it." Maya said, stepping closer.

"It might take both of us to get this thing down. Imagine how full his balls must be." Bree said, leaning in close to it while smiling wide.

"I know." Maya said, licking her lips. The fact that exposing my hard, married cock to these two 18 year old sluts that made them wild with desire, filled me with a strange sort of pride.

Bree was slowly stroking my dick as this all happened, causing pre-cum to bubble from the tip. Bree moved closer till my dick was under her nose. She sniffed at my meat, taking in its animal scent. Her eyes lidded over as she jumped forward, attacking my dick with her mouth. She nipped at the head, licking all the pre-cum off. She went up and down the side of my dick, sucking, kissing, and licking the side of my cock. Finally, she pulled her mouth away, pointed the head at her mouth, and buried a good six inches down her tight throat.

"Holy fuck, Bree!" I moaned loudly, her mouth and tongue feeling incredible around my cock. The noise of her choking on my dick was the only sound I heard. It was music to my ears.

I looked over and saw that Maya had gotten on her knees next to me, on the opposite side as Bree. She wanted to get a close up view on the action. I didn't realize how close a view she wanted until she moved her face within a foot of my dick, watching her friend inhaling my shaft. She was studying the cock sucking in front of her as if it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. She watched as Bree's saliva dribbled down my dick, dripping towards my balls. But it didn't get that far. It was intercepted by Maya's tongue, which pressed against my shaft. I watched in shock as this demure girl attacked the side of my dick with her mouth.

So here I was, a 32 year old married man, getting my cock sucked by two eighteen year old girls on a public beach. And it was the best thing I had ever felt. Maya moved down to my balls, playing with them with her tongue. While Bree worked the top of my dick, Maya worked the base and the balls. It was perfection. My cock was soon covered with the drool of these teenage girls. They then worked in tandem, going up and down the sides of my dick in sync, as if they had lots of practice doing so. They reached the tip of my dick and they kissed each other, with my mushroom tip in between, bathed with two tongues. It was the best blowjob I ever had.

They were driving me to the edge, but not taking me over. It was driving me nuts. I had had enough of this bullshit. I needed to cum. And if they weren't going to take me over with their mouths, their pussies would have to do the job.

I reached down and pushed Bree onto her back. I pushed Maya away. Bree had done most of the work. She would get it first. I jumped between her legs and resumed our fiery kiss, this time with my bare dick bouncing against her. Now only her bikini stood in the way of our inevitable mating. I pulled my lips from hers and kissed my way down her neck. As I did, she reached behind her and unclasped her top. I wasted no time. I ripped her top off of her, tossing it aside.

There they were. Bree's massive, beautiful breasts. They were so perfect, so soft, so round, standing proudly on her chest. Her pink nipples were hard, pointing skyward, begging for a mouth to surround them. I obliged, diving to her nipples, my mouth surrounding them, biting and chewing. Bree moaned as I did. I licked my way between her breasts to the other nipple, leaving a trial of saliva on her chest. I wetly sucked on her nipple for a few minutes, driving her as wild as she drove me.

I made my way down her flat belly, kissing her belly button on the way. I reached her tight bikini bottoms, now stained with her arousal. I reached down and brought my fingers to the hem, getting a hold of that sexy bikini of hers. She lifted her ass, allowing me to pull on her bikini. I pulled it down her legs before tossing it away, leaving this barely legal slut exposed to my leering eyes. And I was leering.

Bree spread her legs, proudly displaying her sweet pussy to me. It was totally bare. No hair at all. Just tight, young bare pussy. God, it had been too long since I had a teenage pussy in my mouth. They always tasted so good. I couldn't help myself. I dove headfirst in between Bree's legs, surrounding her young pussy with my lips.

My tongue leapt out of my mouth and flicked against her pussy. I ran my tongue up her folds, getting a taste for her flavor. Just like I expected, she tasted incredible. I couldn't stop myself from driving my tongue deep into her pussy, collecting her juices on my tongue. I drove my tongue into her again and again. Her pussy was the best thing I ever tasted.

"Your mouth feels so good." Bree moaned. "That tongue of yours was meant for young cunt. Not some old, worn out wife."

I was able to pull my tongue out of her cunt. Her hard clit was sticking out, begging to be sucked on. So I surrounded her clit between my lips and started to suck. Her thighs tightened around my head. I knew she was close. I started to gently nibble on her clit with my teeth. This drove her nuts.

"Oh shit. Oh Shit. OH SHIT!" Bree moaned. Her strong thighs were crushing my head as her orgasm approached. I moved back down to her pussy, my mouth again surrounding it just in time as her delicious pussy juices squirted out of her, landing directly into my mouth. I swallowed her copious juice as she came. I had no choice. Her thighs weren't letting me go anywhere. It was either swallow or drown. Finally, her orgasm slowed down, and she released my head. I raised my eyes to look at her. I looked past her mountainous breasts to her face. She was looking at me with an expression of pure lust. I'm sure she saw the same expression on mine. I jumped up into her arms, and our lips met in a fiery kiss. As we furiously made out, my hands made their way back up to her tits, squeezing again and again, hard. I couldn't get enough. Her tits were amazing.

As I pawed at her giant breasts, she reached down and grabbed my shaft in her hand. She stroked it a few times before slapping the head of my dick against the outside of her wet pussy. There was nothing in between us anymore to stop the inevitable. There was no stopping what was about to happen. There was no stopping the inevitable sexual union between me, a 32 year-old married man, and the 18 year-old slut below him. There was nothing that would stop me from fucking this little bitch. Even if my wife was standing right here, I couldn't stop this from happening.

Once my dick was in place, Bree's hand left my dick and moved to palm my ass. Our lips pulled apart so we could look into each other's eyes. I looked down at her, in awe of her sexiness. She looked into mine, as if daring me to fuck her. Daring me to stick my dick into her tight teenage pussy. She started to pull my ass towards her, to force me into her, but it wasn't necessary. With a sneer at this little slut, I drove my hips into her.

"Fuck!" Bree moaned as the large head of my dick forced its way into her snug little pussy. Her tight snatch wrapped around the head of my cock as I pushed it inside her. I paused for a moment before forcing a good six inches deep inside her. Her pussy was unbelievably tight. And as I pushed inside, her cunt massaged my dick with its snugness. This girl knew how to work her pussy. How would she act when she had the whole thing inside her? I bet this bitch never had a hefty, ten inch cock inside of her. Let's see her act so smug and arrogant with a big dick in her. With that, I buried the rest of my dick inside of her. I watched her eyes lid over as I did so, but once my balls were resting on her ass, that look of arrogance returned. Okay, she could handle a big dick. But let's see how she does with a big dick pounding in and out of her at a furious pace.

With that, I started to pound her as hard as I could. I don't know if it was the years without good pussy, but Bree's cunt was the best I ever felt. It was so tight, so wet, and so good. Her hips met mine, matching my rough pace. She looked up at me, that smug smile on her face showing that this was nothing she couldn't handle. This shocked me. No woman had ever been able to withstand this kind of onslaught. I was so shocked by this I didn't put up any defense when Bree rolled us both over, us fucking roughly as we rolled on the beach until she ended up on top of me. She sat up on me, her hands on my chest, and mine on hers, still squeezing her massive boobs. She was now controlling the pace, bouncing on my cock.

"C'mon!" Bree demanded. "I thought you were a big strong man. A big, strong man with a big, fat dick that likes tight, teenage girls. I thought you knew how to fuck. I'm not your wife! I'm not any of that pathetic, domestic pussy. I am a fucking slut! I'm a little whore who parades her hot body around married men! Only a true slut would show off her hot ass and huge titties around a married man! Make me pay! Make me pay by fucking the shit out of me! Make me pay by making me cum again and again! Make me pay by cumming in my tight pussy! Show me what a nasty slut I am by cumming inside me and making a baby! Show me how nasty I am by making me a nasty, teenage, knocked up slut!"

I was in awe of this girl. She was the nastiest girl I had ever been with. If she wanted it as rough as possible, if she wanted me to make her a knocked up slut, then that's what I would do. If she wanted to see the beast inside me, she would.

I rolled us both over until she was on her back again. I started to drive into her as fast and hard as I could. I wanted to see this bitch moan. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass echoed through our ears.

"You little sluts are the death of me." I said to her through gritted teeth. "I try to be a good guy. I try to be a faithful husband. But you little sluts... with your gorgeous faces. With your hot asses. With your huge tits. With your tight little pussies. You sluts march around with your perfect bodies, asking to get fucked. I can't be a good guy with you fucking sluts around, begging me to fill you up with my huge dick. I can't be a good husband when you little sluts are begging to be filled up with my cum!" I said, slamming into her.

"I'm sorry I'm such a slut! I'm sorry I'm such a little whore! I'm sorry I have such huge tits! I'm sorry my ass is so perfect and round! I'm sorry I'm dying to be filled up with cum! I'm sorry I want to be a mommy! I'm sorry I parade my body around married men!" Bree moaned out, clearly not really sorry for any of those things.

"My wife is a good person! She has a good job. She's a sweetheart. She loves me!" I groaned as I fucked my little slut.

"None of that matters, does it? All that matters is that she is not the slut you need her to be. She is not skinny. She is not petite. She doesn't have huge firm tits! She doesn't have a perfect round ass. She is not gorgeous. And most importantly, she is not 18!" Bree moaned.

"Oh Fuck!" I moaned out. That last sentence made me turn the corner. The cum was boiling in my balls. It was about that time.

"Now do it! Be a man and do it! Knock me up! Give me your baby!" she yelled out. I couldn't resist. I had to do it. I had to cum inside this bitch and give her my baby. I had to betray my wife for this whore. So staring into her eyes, I buried my dick inside of her up to the balls and came. This bitch drove me to the edge where I had no choice but to fill her with my seed.

"Oh, you fucking man! You big strong fucking man!" Bree moaned out as she felt my cum spurting inside her. We rode out our orgasms together, my sperm filling her tight, small little cunt to the brim. I could feel my cum leaking out of her pussy as my orgasm went on and on. Finally, I rolled off of her, breathing hard, my dick resting on my stomach. I looked over and watched her recover, her perfect body baking in the sun, with my sperm leaking out of her tight cunt. She had never looked sexier.

"Are you guys done?" Maya asked. She looked like she was in wonder at what had just happened. She just watched her best friend and an older married man fuck the shit out of each other. She looked like she was in awe, and phenomenally horny. Her nipples were standing proud under her top. Bree started to laugh and she rolled over towards me. She reached down to grab my softening dick.

"Don't worry. He has been married for years!" Bree said, laughing. "He hasn't had real sex in all of that time. Just imagine how much cum is backed up in these big balls. He's got more than enough for the both of us." Bree said, shaking her dick at Maya, causing it to harden back up. Maya licked her lips.

"I know you said you didn't want this, right Maya?" Bree started, teasing her friend as she cuddled with me. "You didn't want to be a knocked up slut, right? You wanted to be a good girl. You didn't want to fuck a married man. You didn't want to have his big, fat cock. You didn't want to have his baby. But you saw how hot it was, and now you want some too, right? You want it bad, don't you? You want to be a knocked up slut, don't you? Don't you!" Bree said, overwhelming her friend with her naughty words. Maya's eyes were wide. She was breathing heavy.

"YES!" Maya moaned out. "Yes, I do! I want to be a knocked up slut! It's so hot! Please knock me up! I need it! I need a baby! Please, you big-dicked married man, knock me up!" Maya pleaded, bending over next to us, head down, ass up. She reached behind herself, quickly pulled her bikini down to her thighs, exposing her bare ass to me. Her round, smooth, creamy, Latina ass. My dick was hard again. I looked over at Bree. She nodded.

I got up on my knees behind Maya. I put one hand on her hip and the other on my dick. She was gyrating her hips, incredibly horny, desperate for cock. Her juices were dripping down her thighs. I put my dick in place against the outside of her pussy. I now had both of my hands on her hips.

"You want my dick, you nasty slut? You got it." I said. With that, I drove my dick into her tight little snatch all the way.

"FUCK!" Maya screamed. I started to drive into her as hard as I fucked her friend.

"You little slut! You're not a good student. Not a bookworm. You're a fucking slut, aren't you? Tell me!" I demanded, spanking her ass

"YES! I'm a little slut! A whore! I'm your whore, your slut! I'll do anything as long as you keep fucking me with your fat cock." Maya moaned.

"Anything?" I asked, slapping her ass.

"Yes!" she moaned.

"You'll let me knock you up?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll have all your babies." she moaned, near belligerent with lust.

"You'll let me have your ass?" I asked.

"Yes! You can have whatever hole you want." she screamed. I reached up her back and untied her top. I ripped off her body and then reached under her and roughly grabbed her smooth titties. As I squeezed them roughly, I growled in her ear.

"Are you gonna be my slut? Are you gonna be there whenever I need to cum?"

"Yes, I'll be your slut!" she screamed. Our lips met in a rough kiss. This set her off. I felt her pussy convulse around my dick as she came around my cock. She groaned into my mouth. Her tightening pussy set me off. I buried my dick inside of her as my dick once again spurted warm cum, this time into the so-called demure, shy girl. We rode the orgasm out together until I collapsed on top of her, both of us worn out.
If they would have let me, I would have passed out due to exhaustion. But Bree was not done with me. She pulled me off of her friend, pulling me to my knees. As she did, she smiled coyly at me before getting on all fours next to Maya. She imitated her friend, going head down, ass up.

"Tell me, Brent." Bree started. "When's the last time you've had your dick up an 18 year-old's ass?"

I had been about ready to call it a day, but that offer sent a surge through my dick. Apparently, I wasn't done yet.

I crawled up to Bree and looked down at her ass. God, it looked so good. It had been so long seen I had seen a perfectly round, teenage bubble butt. It had been worth the wait. Bree had the best ass I had ever seen. So round and firm. Just a perfect, heart-shaped, teenage ass.

I looked between the cheeks at her smooth little asshole. It looked nice and clean and beautiful. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of each cheek. I gave them each a firm squeeze before spreading them apart. I leaned forward and gave her ass crack a long swipe with my tongue. I focused my attention on her asshole, rimming and licking it, getting it nice and wet for what was about to come.

I rimmed Bree's asshole for a few minutes until I knew it was wet enough. My cock had been lubricated by the pussy juices of these two 18-year-old girls, so I knew it would be wet enough for the journey ahead.

I grabbed my dick and pressed it against Bree's butthole. Then I grabbed her hips and began to push.

"Shit!" Bree groaned, dealing with a mixture of pain and pleasure as I tried to force my dick into her ass. I eventually felt her asshole start to give, and finally, her asshole allowed entry, wrapping around the head of my dick. I then reached under her and grabbed her hanging breasts, squeezing them as hard as I could. As I did, I forced my shaft up her ass roughly.

"You big fucking man! Forcing your fat cock up an 18 year old girl's ass! You sick fuck!" Bree moaned. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her roughly. After a demanding kiss, I leaned up straight, focusing all my attention on pistoning my dick in and out of this girl's ass.

"You know you just ended my marriage?" I told her, slapping her ass. I traced my fingers along her tramp stamp as I continued. "You broke up a marriage just because you wanted some cock." I added, slapping her other cheek. "You're an evil bitch, you know that?" SPANK! "You're just an evil little slut. That's all you are." SPANK!

Bree turned back to look at me, sneering at me as if she hated me.

"You're supposed to be a married man! A loyal man! Not checking out teenage girls' butts! If you're gonna cheat, you should do it with someone your own age, not a young and impressionable girl. You sick fuck! If you hadn't been waving your massive dick around, you wouldn't have caught our attention. You made us do this! You left us with no choice! If you were gonna wave that dick around, you left us no choice but to suck it. To fuck it. To steal it. To take it and never let it go. This is your fault! Such a nasty boy that you had to show off that fat cock of yours until we fucked you." Bree said, fucking me back.

This girl was the nastiest girl I had ever been with. No contest. She was gorgeous, had a hot body, and an absolutely filthy mouth. The perfect girl from me. I liked them gorgeous. I liked them sexy. And I liked them filthy. I had never felt this in sync sexually with a girl. And she was only 18! It was this realization that made me drive into her harder and faster. I wanted to cum in her ass. I wanted to let her to know she was my equal. I had met my match.

"C'mon, fuck me. FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR MARRIED COCK!" Bree screamed at the top of her lungs, echoing down the beach, her lust overcoming her. I felt her ass tighten around my dick, and that set me off. I buried my dick to the balls up this whore's ass and came.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE! TAKE MY CUM UP YOUR ASS LIKE A FILTHY WHORE!" I screamed. I didn't care if anyone heard. All I cared about was the pleasure. This orgasm was almost painful it was so good. It felt like I was literally emptying my balls in her tight asshole.

"I can feel it! It's so good!" Bree moaned as my hot cum filled her ass. As my balls spurted out the last of their contents, I collapsed to my back, completely and totally spent.

It took about fifteen minutes for us to recover. We each knew we were done for now, but we all understood this would not be the last time this happened. After we had dressed, Bree wrote down the address to her beach house, telling me to come over tonight. After that, she kissed me, as did Maya, before they walked back towards the main beach. I gave them a few minutes head start before following.

I received many nasty looks from the beach goers as I made my way back to Sherry. They all knew the score. They had seen those two sluts walk past. They knew what we had done. Some looked at me with anger. Some disgust. Some jealousy.

As I approached my wife, she looked a little groggy, as if she had just woken up. I ran up to her.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

"I went to get a drink and I got lost." I lied, thinking on my feet.

"You let me fall asleep, you ass!" Sherry said, angrily.

"I'm sorry." I replied, leaning down to help her. I felt terrible, and really guilty.

"I thought I heard some girl scream. That's what woke me up. Did something happen?" she asked. The sound she heard was a teenage slut cumming on my cock. That sent a strange thrill through me.

"Nothing happened. Not that I know of anyway." I replied. "C'mon, we should get going. We don't want you to get anymore burnt." I said, packing up our things and leading her away from the beach.

Sherry was not the type of woman who stayed mad for long. She was always so nice and friendly, even though this time I deserved her wrath. I deserved it for cheating behind her back with two teenage sluts. I deserved it for letting her burn while I fucked some skanky young girls. This only made me feel worse. She didn't deserve this.

Sherry was in some pain from the sun burn, so she went to bed early after I rubbed some cream on her back. Her fat, flabby back. I shook these thoughts away. My phone buzzed and I looked down. I saw I had received a picture text. I didn't recognize the number. I opened the message up, and what I saw shocked me. It was a picture of two bare, bubble butts. Two butts I recognized. Bree and Maya. I was too distracted by the sight of these perfect asses to wonder how they got my number. All I could think about was Bree and Maya. Those two sluts who had drained my balls so well. I got hard just thinking about them. Their hot bodies. Their tight pussies. Their huge tits. The more I thought about their perfect bodies, the more horny I felt. I could feel the cum filling my balls. It finally reached the point where I was throbbing hard at the thought of those two girls.

This was my last chance to get away from these two sluts. I could choose to go home with my wife, and never see them again. But Sherry was asleep, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Those girls were awake, sending me pictures of their asses as my wife slept soundly. These hot young girls were working hard to lock me down, and my overweight wife was lying on the bed. Bree's earlier words echoed in my head. A beached whale. At this moment it seemed like an apt comparison. I looked at my wife with new eyes. The old me would never slum it with a fatty. The old me would kick my ass for letting this happen. I couldn't believe I had married this woman. I can't believe I settled for this. I could do better. I know that. If I settled down with someone, why didn't I shack up with someone who was actually hot? I looked at the door, desperate to work up the nerve to ditch my wife and leave. I glanced at my wife, willing her to wake up and stop me from doing this, willing her to prevent me from ending our marriage. But she just lied there, practically begging me to leave her. I didn't even glance back at her fat frame as I walked out the door.

A few minutes later, I found myself knocking on a door outside of a large beach house. I heard some girly voices and footsteps from the other side.

The door opened, and there stood Bree, in pajama pants and a tank top. She looked at me and smiled.

"Girls, he's here!" Bree called out. I heard more voices and footsteps. Maya emerged and stepped up next to Bree. They both stepped back and whispered in each others' ears, giggling like the school girls they were. I was confused by this until a third girl emerged. A black girl, with a fit, voluptuous body. She had a gorgeous face that just screamed 'fuck me'. You could just tell this girl was as nasty as her friends. Full lips, straight black hair, dark, smoky eyes. I looked at her body. She had full, jutting breasts, easily fitting in with two friends. And I could tell from the angle she was standing that she had a voluptuous, round butt. A perfect, black-girl booty.

The girls were dressed down, like Bree. They were all carrying beer bottles, obviously in the midst of a party. And I could also tell just by looking at them that they were all horny. Horny and desperate for some good cock. Bree spoke up.

"This is Charlene. We told her all about you and she is dying to get a piece of you." Bree said, again whispering hurriedly back and forth and giggling with her girlfriends. Bree ordered Charlene to step aside and allow me enough room to enter. Bree was bossing her around. And in a sense, she was bossing me around. She had promised my services to a girl I never met, and this did not bother me. Bree was clearly running the show here. She was the girl in charge. Every group of girls had one. She was the queen bee.

They all eyed me like predators. They were looking at me like a piece of meat. If I stepped inside, these girls would eat me alive. But I knew I was man enough to try. I could handle it, I hoped. This is what I always dreamed of. Three hot young girls, desperate for cock. But I was still skeptical even after I stepped inside. After they shut the door and locked it, I realized the man I had worked so hard to be was about to be gone forever. I couldn't help but think that these girls were gonna be the end of me.

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(Sherry)

I woke up with the chills. This sun burn had kicked my ass. As I got functional in the morning, I realized my husband was not in the hotel room. My first thought was maybe he went out to pick up breakfast or something to make up for letting me get burnt. But after an hour or so, I was getting worried. That was until I decided to check my phone. That's when my life turned upside down.

I saw I had received a message from a number I didn't recognize. I realized that someone had sent me a photo. I opened the message, curious at what it could be. Finally, the image opened, and what I saw shocked me.

It was a picture of a girl holding the phone while taking a picture of something behind her. The girl was smiling, and she had white stuff on her face. I realized quickly that it was cum. This girl's face and chest was covered in the stuff. And she was naked. I thought this picture had been mistakenly sent to me, until I looked in the background. I saw two girls, on their knees, kneeling in front of a man. They were all pointing their breasts at the man.

The guy was naked, and his rock hard dick was pointing at the girls. Pointing and shooting its gooey white cream at them. I realized this dick looked familiar. I looked at the man's face and realized it was very recognizable. I almost collapsed when I realized that man was my husband.

I looked at the girl taking the picture, and realized she was the girl that had been wearing the pink bikini at the beach. That slut that had been strutting her stuff. My husband had fucked her. Brent had fucked her.

As much as I loved my husband, part of me always thought this would happen. It was just... he was so much hotter than most of the guys I dated. I felt like I was in a different, lower class than him. He was more of a catch than I was. I felt like I had married up with him. And also, I had heard rumors that he had been a horn dog in his younger days. I had hoped they were just rumors.

I realized there were other pictures. I had to look at them. I had to. There were a series of pictures. The first set were pictures of three different girls, all gorgeous, all with heaping amounts of cum on their faces and huge tits. The black-haired girl, a Latina girl, and a black girl. Then, I saw the next set of pictures. Each of them had one of the girls proudly displaying their pussies and asses to the camera. And each of their holes were leaking cum. My husband had cum in the pussy, in the ass, and on the face of three different girls. I realized he was gone from me forever.

I never saw Brent in person again. But the photos kept coming. I know I should have just blocked them, but I was still dwelling on Brent, and still desperate to know what he was up to. Each photo further evidenced how far gone my former husband was.

I saw picture of a huge house, with nice cars and a big pool. Brent was living the good life. But the next set of pictures confirmed that he was a different man. There was a set of pictures which proudly displayed three pregnant bellies. My husband had knocked up three different girls.

These pictures kept coming. They would send me pictures of Brent fucking these girls, and they would show the look of ecstasy on his face. It seemed like all my husband did was fuck these girls. Fuck these girls, drink with these girls, and party with these girls. His life was these girls.

I was looking at these pictures at work. I was caught by my boss, and she thought I was looking at pornography, so she had to fire me. These pictures were destroying my life, but I couldn't stop looking at them.

I eventually had the bright idea to send a text to the number sending me these pictures. I sent a simple message: 'Why? Why does Brent keep doing this?' This wasn't the man I thought I knew. This wasn't the man I married.

It didn't take long to get a reply. It read as follows:

"Can you blame him? He doesn't have to work. He doesn't have to deal with a nagging wife. All he has to do is fuck three gorgeous girls. All he has to is keep three slutty girls sexually satisfied. He gets to spend most of his time having sex with gorgeous women and knocking them up on a regular basis. Can't blame him for that."

I hated it. I hated that this was what my husband wanted. But I realized that if I was in the same situation, it would be hard to say 'no'. As much as I hated to admit it, I couldn't blame him. I couldn't blame him for leaving me after seeing what and who he ended up with. As much as I hated to admit it, he probably made the right call. Brent was probably better off.

I tossed the phone away in disgust. I never wanted to see any of that stuff again.