*THIS STORY INVOLVES FEMALE INFIDELITY AND CUCKOLDING. AS ALWAYS, IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE SUBJECT MATTER, PLEASE MOVE ALONG TO THE ROMANCE CATEGORY*

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Ron Cuckridge looked out into the garden, where his wife Stef was entertaining her 2 friends from work. Their Sunday afternoon girlie get together had become a regular thing. Ron couldn't fail to notice how Stef had begun to change since she had befriended the 2 younger girls. At first, the changes had been subtle. But over the last 6 weeks, her personality seemed to be undergoing a more obvious transition. Ron couldn't say he disapproved. She had become almost obsessive about her appearance. She worked out, ate healthier and dressed more sexily than she had ever done.

8 months ago, Ron had assumed they would be growing into middle age gracefully. He was 46 and she was a decade younger at 36. Their 15 year old daughter Stacy was doing well in high school, and their life together was comfortable, if a little unexciting. Then, Stef had decided to go back to work. She found a job working for a company in event management. Apparently, they organized all kinds of events, indoors and out. Ron didn't know that much about it. From Stef's descriptions, it all sounded somewhat chaotic. Then, she'd befriended Trish and Liz. Ron was a little surprised, as both girls were in their early twenties.

He was even more surprised when he met them. They looked like a couple of sorority girls on the prowl. Short skirts, plenty of cleavage and sassy talk. They didn't exactly seem the type to befriend a 36 year old mother. And they definitely didn't seem the type of people that Stef would have as friends. Trish, especially, was loud and often vulgar. All her talk seemed to revolve around men and sex. And her language was often crude. The only other subject she seemed interested in was fashion. Liz wasn't much better, but Trish was clearly the leader of the two.

Ron was baffled by Stef's relationship with the girls. They didn't appear to have anything in common. He soon learned that Trish and Liz were both promiscuous. Actually, Ron thought they were a pair of sluts. He couldn't deny they were sexy, but they were the kind of girls that Stef would normally avoid, or even trash. When Ron questioned her about it, she would say,

"They're not that bad when you get to know them. They're just young and want to have some fun."

6 weeks into their friendship, Ron noticed the first changes in Stef's behavior. Trish had persuaded her to go on one of their night's out. Stef had never really been into nightclubs, as far as Ron knew. In their 16 year marriage, she had always been content with her role as mother and housewife. He was more than a little surprised when she came home drunk and horny. Not only did they have sex, but it was initiated by Stef. Something that rarely happened.

When Stef had started work, she was about 15-20 pounds overweight. It was weight she'd been unable to shed after her pregnancy. Trish somehow got her to join her gym. That had surprised Ron more than the nightclubs. Stef had always had an aversion to exercise. But after a few sessions there, she seemed to be totally hooked. It was like a lifestyle change. She started eating healthier and even doing Yoga at home.

It was only 3 months ago that she reached her ideal weight. Ron was amazed at how good she looked. At 36, she looked better than she had at 19. Her huge breasts had gone down a cup size, but they were still firm DD's. It was around this time that Stef started becoming a little obsessive about her appearance. She started wearing more make up and her wardrobe began to noticeably change.

6 weeks ago, they had gone out on their 16th wedding anniversary. Ron stared in awe when Stef came downstairs in an off the shoulder blue dress. It reached mid thigh with a slit at the front and back. There was a mass of cleavage drawing the eye to her epic jugs. With her long blonde hair, she looked like a porn star. Ron had a feeling of superiority when he noticed how many men were looking at his wife. It was a feeling he'd never experienced before. He liked being envied. It was an ego boost. But it was an even bigger ego boost to Stef.

Since then, Stef's clothes had become even more revealing. Her skirts kept getting shorter, and her tops all accentuated her big breasts. She wore high heels nearly all the time. Even her walk was different now. Her hips would sway as she put one foot in front of the other. Ron wondered if she'd been taking lessons from Trish. Stef was now one of them, in appearance anyway. And she seemed to be falling deeper under Trish's influence.

Stef's libido had also been steadily rising. Initially, Ron had found it a pleasant change from the once a week routine. But as the pounds of fat fell away, her body became firmer and more voluptuous. She even shaved her pussy and became more assertive in the bedroom. Ron was highly aroused by her new physique, but his excitement led to premature ejaculation. He was struggling to last 5 minutes. Stef's naked body was simply awesome.

Ron looked back out at the garden and saw the 3 women walking towards the house. He quickly headed upstairs. In the past, he'd heard bits and pieces of their conversation. Some of the things Trish said shocked him. Any man that didn't measure up to her stud checklist was brutally ridiculed. What Ron didn't know was that he was one of those men. He was more than a little curious to hear some of their conversation.

As the girls went into the kitchen, Ron descended a few steps and sat down. He immediately heard Trish saying,

"Oh, he definitely likes busty blondes. He can't seem to take his eyes off your double D's."

Stef giggled and replied,

"Well, I take it as a compliment when a 25 year old hunk shows interest in me. I am a 36 year old mother, after all."

Liz laughed and then said,

"A 36 year old sexy milf, you mean. Seriously, Stef, you don't know how fucking hot you are. I'm not surprised Ryan wants to get in your panties. Every woman at the office is jealous of your incredible tits. And every man wants to get his hands on them."

"I thought my tits were perfect, but porn stars would be jealous of your rack," Quipped Trish.

As they headed back to the garden, Ron quietly went back upstairs. Who was this Ryan guy? Stef referred to him as a hunk. That was a word he'd never heard her use. Ron wondered what kind of advice she was getting from Trish and Liz. Their views on morality seemed completely alien where men were concerned. He'd once heard Trish say,

"Men have been treating women like doormats for thousands of years. So what, if we can give them a taste of their own medicine."

Ron could see what a dangerous influence Trish could be. He was grateful for the physical changes she'd encouraged in Stef. But he hoped Stef wasn't assimilating Trish's attitude towards men. It was obvious that Liz wanted to be just like Trish. He hoped Stef didn't share her desire. Either way, he needed more information on this situation. Finding out about this Ryan guy would be a start.

On Tuesday, Ron was able to leave work early. He drove across the city to where Stef worked. He parked opposite her office and waited. At 5.30pm, people started filtering out of the building. Eventually, Stef, Trish and Liz came out, flanked by 2 men. Ron instinctively knew which one was Ryan. He was talking to Stef in a friendly manner. They huddled close together and were engaged in an intimate conversation. Stef was smiling up at him as she twirled a lock of her hair.

Ron looked at the other 3 and was shocked when he saw Trish suddenly grab the guy's crotch and squeeze it. She said something to Liz, and then Liz grabbed a handful of his junk too. After that, they all walked to the parking lot together. Ron started the car and drove away. His mind wasn't put at ease by what he'd seen. This Ryan guy was a big and handsome man in his prime, and he wanted to fuck Stef. That much was obvious.

Ron gave the situation a lot of thought over the next few days. He kept seeing that scene outside her workplace. Stef wearing her tight blouse and short skirt, giggling like a schoolgirl as she looked up at Ryan. Ron needed to keep tabs on what was going on, so he could act if things went too far. He wasn't sure how he could best accomplish this. Hire a private investigator? That seemed a little dramatic considering nothing had happened, as far as he knew.

Then, he realized the perfect way to keep track of Stef. Her Sunday afternoon girlie get together. He just needed to purchase some spying equipment. He did some research before he went to an electrical shop and bought 3 voice activated micro recorders. He'd already decided to go for quality, so he forked out nearly $700. He drove home and examined the recorders in his office upstairs. Each recorder was tiny, with headhones and a usb lead to upload to a computer.

Ron went downstairs to find the best place to hide the recorders. The most obvious place was the garden. The table where the girls always sat. He crouched down and examined the underside. He taped the recorder centrally, in the groove of the pillar. It was a heavy table and unlikely to tip over. He checked the recorder's stability one final time, before deciding it was secure. The chances of its discovery were slim, at best.

The second recorder could go in the kitchen. It was the only other place they spent time in. Ron looked around, trying to find a good spot. He decided to go high, on top of a cupboard. It would be just out of Stef's reach, unless she stood on a chair, but he couldn't see any reason why she would look up there. He decided to hold onto the third recorder. There was nowhere else he could put it. He briefly considered hiding it in Stef's car. But that seemed a little too risky.

Ron couldn't wait to hear Sunday's recording. It was Saturday today, and Stef was going out tonight with Trish and Liz. He went back upstairs to his office and tested the other recorder. He walked around the room and even just outside it, talking to himself. He played back the recording and was satisfied with the sound and clarity.

Later, Ron stared in amazement as the 3 women came downstairs. They all wore tight tops with their cleavages almost popping out. Stef's top looked like it was about to pop open from the pressure of her big breasts. Her bra looked like it was a size too small. They all had mini skirts on and heels to complete their outfits. Ron stood and said,

"Jesus, honey, don't you think that top is a bit much?"

Trish answered for Stef as she replied,

"Take it easy, Ron. That's nothing compared to how some girls are dressing. Do you want her wearing a pullover and ankle skirt or something? She can do that when she's your age."

Ron was silenced by her logic, even though he knew it was an exaggeration. They left when their cab turned up. Ron couldn't believe how Stef had let Trish answer for her. She usually hated it when people did that. Instead, she stood beside her, nodding.

Ron was woken by a loud noise downstairs. He looked at the clock, 1.35am. He knew it was Stef as footsteps ascended the stairs. She stumbled into the room giggling to herself. Ron knew she was drunk. She usually was when she came back after a Trish and Liz night out. Stef didn't bother turning the light on. She just got undressed and left her clothes on the floor.

As she got into bed, Ron asked,

"So, how was your night?"

"It was a fucking blast, hun. I saw some crazy shit," Replied Stef. Profanity, that was something else that had been creeping into her vocabulary. Ron turned to her and said,

"What kind of shit?"

"Oh, just people acting crazy," She replied. Before Ron could ask any more questions, Stef grabbed his dick through his boxers and pulled it out. He pushed her onto her back and unclasped her bra. The 2 cups sprang away as her big breasts jutted out. He licked and sucked them, before he realized his dick was throbbing. Stef was already kicking off her thong as he got between her legs.

As Ron pushed his dick inside her, he pictured the outfit she'd been wearing. Men must have been hitting on her all night. An outfit like that said, "I'm available." Stef wrapped a leg around him and cried,

"Fuck me, Ron...harder...I need to cum."

Ron imagined men drooling over her tits. His dick started twitching as he slowed down, trying to hold out. He couldn't. He gritted his teeth and slammed into her as he groaned and ejaculated.

He rolled away gasping as Stef stared at the ceiling. He was embarrassed by his performance. It couldn't have lasted much more than a minute. He sheepishly said,

"Sorry, babe. Your talk just turned me on. And you were so wet."

Stef didn't reply, and Ron got the feeling she was annoyed. He couldn't believe what happened next. It was the first time he'd witnessed it in their marriage.

Stef began masturbating under the duvet. At first, Ron thought it was a joke. But when she started sighing with her eyes closed, he knew it was for real. Her hand appeared to be moving in a steady motion. Within a few minutes, her other hand came up and began playing with her nipples. Her sighs soon became moans, as she rubbed her clit faster. Ron was wide eyed as Stef's hips lifted the duvet as she moaned loudly and came. Her body came down, then lurched upwards again as she kept cumming.

She finally relaxed and sighed in satisfaction. Ron was stunned by what he'd just seen. He'd never seen Stef masturbate, and he'd also never seen her cum like that. He wanted to say something, but she was already asleep. His wife was changing right before his eyes. Was this another symptom of Trish's influence?

He had mixed feelings about it all. He loved the new and improved Stef, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was making up for the fun she didn't have as a teenager. She was a late bloomer, and she'd been too sensible for wild experiences. Now, Trish and Liz were showing her first hand how wild young girls could be. Ron sighed to himself. At least he had the spy recorder to look forward to, tomorrow. He closed his eyes and drifted off.

The next day, Ron was upstairs watching the girls in the garden. He'd turned on the recorder when Stef went to answer the door. It seemed like they'd been talking non stop since then. He looked at his watch again. They'd been here just over 2 hours. That was usually about as long as they stayed. 10 minutes later, they finally left. Ron went back downstairs and waited for an opportune moment to get the recorder.

He was finally able to get it when Stef went to start dinner. He quickly went upstairs to his office and locked the door. He felt a strange excitement as he put the headphones on and played back the recording. The first 10 minutes were just boring chitchat and pleasantries.

Then, Liz suddenly said,

"Damn, that was some wild shit, last night."

"I couldn't believe some of the things going on in there. It wasn't like the other male strip club," Replied Stef, amazement in her voice.

"I told you, they only put a show on once a month, and it's hardcore," Said Trish. Ron couldn't believe it. His wife watching male strippers. She used to ridicule such behavior by married women.

Stef sounded like she couldn't contain her excitement as she said,

"I can't believe that girl sucked his cock on stage. And that cowboy's cock...wow!"

"Yeah, it sure was a cannon. A lot bigger than Ron's 5 inch snub nose pistol, huh?" Replied Trish, laughing. Stef giggled,

"Well, Mr Cowboy was some serious beefcake."

"And Ron is the total opposite," Scoffed Trish.

Ron was embarrassed as he heard the girls laughing. Then, Liz said,

"It looked like you definitely enjoyed that private show, Stef."

"Well, I was drunk...and you two started it," Replied Stef, defensively.

"Listen, when a stud is dancing in front of you and shaking his big cock at you, you'd be an idiot not to play with it," Said Trish, seriously.

Ron's dick was erect as he imagined the scene they were describing.

"I only jerked him off for a few seconds," Blurted Stef.

"I think it was more like a minute," Retorted Liz with a chuckle. Trish was happy to keep the spotlight on Stef as she said,

"That cowboy cock must've felt pretty good in your hand."

Stef sounded flustered as she replied,

"W-Well...obviously...I mean, I'd never seen one that big. It was hot and throbbing in my hand. I mean...Jesus Christ, it was so long."

Ron was stunned by what he was hearing as Liz said,

"It sure was a prime slab of male meat. It had to be close to 8 inches of cowboy dick. I bet he knew how to ride a horny bitch, too. You lucky wench, Trish; you got to jerk off his long cock to climax."

An excited Stef practically squealed,

"Oh my God, Liz, did you see it explode? His cum spat out over 6 feet. It was all over the mirror on the fucking wall. He produced, like, 5 times more than Ron."

"I'm not surprised he came so hard, what with my hand working his cock, Liz rolling his balls, and you playing with his ass while you sucked his tongue. You're finally letting your inner slut out of the closet, Stef," Said Trish, more statement than question.

There were a few moments of silence, before Stef replied,

"Well, I can't deny I was seriously horny, last night. I know that some of my behavior hasn't been appropriate for a married mother, but I feel so sexually liberated. I can't believe how horny I'm getting, lately. If my inner slut ever escapes the closet, I'll either need a straitjacket or a chastity belt...or both."

There was loud laughter from the girls, then Trish said,

"I've told you before, Stef, women reach their sexual peak in their thirties. That's why you're on our wavelength. And I get the feeling your inner slut is frustrated with your husband's quick draw, snub nosed pistol."

"Come on, Trish, Why is penis size such an issue with you, anyway?" Asked Stef, trying to defend Ron.

"Why did you go crazy when you saw Mr Cowboy's big cock?" Asked Trish, flatly. Stef hesitated, and then stuttered,

"W-What?...I didn't...I mean, it was just so big and impressive. And I was drunk. I'd never seen one so big. Any woman would have."

"Well, not any woman, Stef. Cocks are like most things in this world...bigger is better," Replied Trish.

Ron was sweating profusely as he listened in total shock. Trish sounded like some sex shrink, pulling strings. Liz cut in and said,

"Stef, you must have been all over Ron when you got home?"

Stef made a strange groan and replied,

"God, I can't believe what happened when I got into bed. I was so horny, I grabbed Ron's dick and we started having sex. I swear, he came in, like, 1 minute."

Ron cringed in embarrassment as Stef continued,

"I was so pissed and sooo horny. I needed to cum, badly. And I was still drunk. All of a sudden, I didn't give a shit, and I just started masturbating. I knew Ron was watching, and it just made it hotter. I was thinking about how I jerked off Mr Cowboy's big cock. It only took about 5 minutes to bring myself off. And damn, it was one of the biggest orgasms I've had in years."

Ron could imagine the evil look on Trish's face as she said,

"1 minute? That is pathetic. You'd think a guy with an anorexic dick would put in the work to satisfy his sexy wife. At least you taught the clown a valuable lesson in humility. He needs to up his game if he wants to better your little finger. That happened to me once. But, instead of masturbating, I called my ex to come round and fuck me. I let the other guy crash on the couch, listening to my ex doing me all night."

Ron could hear the amazement in his wife's voice as she replied,

"Holy shit, Trish, that is cold. There is something kinda hot about it, though."
There was raucous laughter from all of them after that comment. Just then, Stacy, their daughter, had come home. She said hello to the group, and they had a short chat about school, before she disappeared upstairs to her bedroom.

The interruption ended the conversation about last night's escapades. Liz was now talking excitedly about a pair of boots she'd bought, as the topic of conversation moved onto fashion. Ron hit fast forward a couple of times, but the talk remained on fashion and cosmetics. He was almost through 3/4 of the whole recording, and he was starting to think there wouldn't be anything else of interest to listen to. Then, the conversation turned towards work.

There was some talk about the project they were working on, some kind of book convention. Trish abruptly changed direction and said,

"So, Stef, I see that you and Ryan have been getting closer at work. Seems like he's all over you like a rash."

There was some giggling before Stef replied,

"Look, we're just good friends. And we're both working on the seating arrangements."

"So, there's no attraction there?" Asked Liz. Stef paused, then replied,

"Well, of course I'm attracted to him, and I'm not the only one. I mean, let's face it, Ryan is gorgeous. Every girl at the office is drooling over him."

"So, what is it that you guys are always talking so quietly about?" Asked Trish, eagerly.

There was another pause as Ron's fingers drummed the table as he impatiently waited for her answer. Eventually, Stef replied,

"Ok, I wasn't going to say anything, but you are my besties. Anyway, he keeps asking me out. I told him I was married, but he just said, "He doesn't have to know." He must have asked me out about 10 times since then. I swear, the man is relentless. Although, I must admit, it's a huge turn on and ego boost."

"Yeah, and I bet you don't want him to give up?" Asked Liz.

"Well...I guess not. It's kind of exciting being pursued like that. Honestly, Ryan hits on me everyday. I've never had a man chase me like that. And definitely not a hunk like Ryan," Replied Stef. Ron could tell that Trish wanted to stay on this subject, as she said,

"Yeah, I've noticed how he looks at you like you're his prey. And your relationship's become touchy, feely."

Stef giggled softly, and then defensively said,

"Did you see something? I haven't done anything wrong. Ok, so we flirt a little, but it's nothing serious. He pats my ass when no one's watching, or even has a good feel."

"And I bet you love it?" Chuckled Liz.

"Well, yes...I mean, he's just being friendly. I don't encourage him...but I don't tell him to stop, either. I know it's wrong, but I get this thrill whenever he's near me," Replied Stef, sounding a little panicked.

Trish seemed unsurprised by anything she'd heard, as she said,

"Relax, Stef, you haven't broken any marriage vows...yet. Besides, if hubby isn't taking care of business, what's a girl to do? If Ron doesn't fix his shortcomings, your out of control libido will drive you crazy."

There was a long silence, before Stef sighed and said,

"I know, but what can I do? Ron's never been a great lover. It didn't really bother me before I met you two. But now, it's like there's a fire between my legs. Jesus, I'm even fantasizing about Ryan."

Ron was dumbfounded by everything he'd heard. He had no idea Stef felt like that. And this business with this Ryan guy sounded more dangerous than he'd first imagined. Especially with those two bitches encouraging her. He realized now that the spying equipment had been a good idea, and not a moment too soon. Before the subject changed, the last thing he heard Trish say was,

"I've got a book I want you to read, Stef. You'll enjoy it."

Later, Stef was in the bathroom, when Ron spotted a book on her bedside cabinet. He wondered if it was the one Trish had given her. He quickly walked round and picked it up. It looked like a cheap paperback. The title was 'The Married Vixen'. He read the back cover and information about the author inside. It was an erotic novel. There was a warning on the cover, so, he presumed it had hardcore descriptions. Apparently, it was about a married woman who has an affair with a younger stud. It was definitely the book Trish gave her.

When Stef got into bed, Ron started to get frisky. He wanted to show her there was no need to worry about his performance. Stef seemed pleasantly surprised he was feeling amorous. He pushed his dick in all the way and began thrusting into her. He suddenly saw Stef jerking off a male stripper with a big cock. His own dick started throbbing. He closed his eyes and tried to push it from his thoughts. But the stripper became Ryan. Ron grimaced and ejaculated.

Stef didn't say anything as he rolled away embarrassed. She was wondering if he'd cum even quicker than last night. She got up and headed to the bathroom. When she didn't come back after 10 minutes, Ron knew she was masturbating. He didn't know what was going on, or why those images made him cum so quickly. He wondered what Stef was thinking about as she masturbated. He knew it wasn't him.

On Thursday, Ron arrived home just as Stef was preparing to leave for the gym. She usually went there on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He walked into the bedroom as she was zipping up her bag. He stopped abruptly when he saw what she was wearing. A sports bra that did little to hide her big breasts, and left her midriff exposed. Her leggings were so tight they looked like they'd been sprayed on. He could see the humps of her ass jutting out sexily.

Ron was about to say something, but she picked up her bag and said,

"Hi, Ron. Sorry, I'm late, gotta go."

She gave him a peck on the cheek and was gone. Ron could only imagine how the other gym patrons would react to her. Not to mention Trish and Liz, who she was meeting there. And he knew from experience that they dressed similarly, perhaps even more provocatively.

That night, when Ron came into the bedroom, Stef was propped up on her pillow reading Trish's book. He watched her as he got undressed. She didn't look up once. She seemed completely engrossed in the book. As he was about to get into bed, he could see Stef's nipples poking through her nightdress. Clearly, she was aroused by what she was reading. He got into bed and closed his eyes. He wasn't surprised when he heard her get up and head to the bathroom, 10 minutes later.

The next day, Stef seemed upset about something. Ron asked her what was up, but she gave him the brush off. He assumed it was something to do with work. She didn't even pick up her book, which she'd been religiously reading every evening. At times, Ron even thought she looked angry. He figured he'd find out about it on Sunday.

On Sunday, Ron had retrieved both recorders and rushed upstairs to his office. Stef had gone outside to see Trish and Liz to their car. He quickly plugged in the headphones and hit play. He had to forward it a few times before he heard anything interesting. Trish was saying,

"Anyway, Stef, what happened to you on Friday afternoon? You seemed upset when you left."

Ron was pretty sure Trish already knew the answer. One thing he'd noticed about her was her ability to take in vast amounts of information around her, even over short periods of time. Stef finally replied,

"This is going to sound stupid."

"Don't be silly, Stef. You can tell us anything," Said Trish, sincerely.

Stef sighed heavily, before she replied,

"Something happened that really pissed me off. Ryan asked me out twice in the afternoon. I just kept saying maybe. Then, I saw that whore Sally talking to him. They disappeared at 4.45pm and didn't come back. I felt like fucking killing her. I was furious. I had to get out of there."

"You should've stuck around, Stef. They were in the manager's office. She did try to put her moves on him, but I spoke to him in the parking lot, and he said he wasn't interested. He's got this thing for married women and big tits," Said Trish, with a little humor in her voice. Ron could literally feel the relief in his wife's voice as she said,

"Thank God for that. I was seriously thinking about scratching that whore's eyes out on Monday. I don't know what's come over me."

"Well, if you play your cards right, Ryan could be cumming over you," Trish shot back. There was some giggling before Liz said,

"It seems to me that you've become possessive over Ryan. Subconsciously, you consider him to be your property, even though your conscious mind tries to deny it and makes up excuses for your attitude. And any woman that threatens that becomes your enemy."

Ron was impressed by her amateur psychology. Liz wasn't exactly the brains of the outfit.

There was quiet as Stef was mulling it over. Then, she said,

"Honestly, I don't know how I feel. I thought it was men who couldn't stop thinking about sex. I can't think about anything else. Jesus, I'm masturbating everyday. On my way back from the gym on Thursday, I even had to pull the car over to bring myself off. I can't stop thinking about Ryan. And I've got so much energy since I started working out. I feel like I could have sex 3 times a day, maybe more...definitely more."

Even Trish seemed a little taken aback by Stef's sudden outburst.

"Wow!" Was all she could say. Stef appeared to be on a roll, adding,

"And that book you gave me is making things worse. I can't believe some of the things Veronica did. Having an affair with a well endowed stud. Taking his big cock in every orifice. Making her husband eat cream pies. And the climax, making her husband watch as her lover fucked her all night long. It was sooo hot."

"That could be you, Stef. Unless you want to go back to being the dowdy Mrs Cuckridge, non complaining wife and mother. A husband who has a skinny, sub 5 inch dick, your words. You'll never be sexually fulfilled. And let's face it, you can't put your exploding libido back in the box. And 15 years from now, you'll regret it, and you'll ask yourself, why didn't I take that chance?" Trish said, solemnly, harshly listing all the facts. Even Ron was depressed by her cold assessment.

Stef sounded like she was in a confused state as she replied,

"It's not as simple as that, Trish. We've been married for 16 years, and what about Stacy? Also, this situation with Ryan is dangerous. It's not just physical, I have feelings for him. I can't help it. Everything you said was true. I can't go back, and wouldn't want to. After Stacy was born, my breasts went up to a double E. I always thought they were a nuisance and tried to hide them. But since I started working out, they're down to a perfect pair of double D's, and I love them."

Ron became aware of his throbbing dick. His wife had become a horny, milf, sex bomb. It was both exciting and scary. She went on,

"Now, I love showing them off. I love showing off, period. I love guys staring at my jugs, or my legs. I love it when we go out and I get hit on all the time. I was a chubby wallflower in college. But now, everything's changed. It's like, I have sexy, female superpowers, and I have to use them. It feels like I'm at a crossroads in my life."

After a quiet period of thought, it sounded like the girls were doing some feminine support and bonding. The conversation turned to more mundane topics, like planning their shopping trip on their next day off, and all the slutwear they were going to buy. Ron was amazed at how Stef had embraced her inner slut, slutwear and all things slut. It was no longer a derogatory word, more like a badge of honor.

He switched to the kitchen recorder when there was nothing of further interest in the garden. There was only 16 minutes recorded. Less, when Stacy came downstairs and talked with her mother. As the recording neared its conclusion, Ron noticed the absence of any sounds from Stef or Stacy. He realized they were not in the kitchen. This was going to be just Trish and Liz for the next...2 minutes."

Liz sounded like she was eating something as she said,

"Seems like Stef's on the precipice of taking that final step."

"Hmmm, but that's the biggest step. She still needs our guidance. I'm pretty sure she won't be thinking about much else," Replied Trish.

"I can't believe she's come this far. She's wasted on that limp dicked husband," Said Liz, humorlessly.

"I know, but he is her husband. Now that she's in our sisterhood, we have to break him gently, before we completely crush his manhood. Can you believe the guy cums after a minute? He's going to have a midlife catastrophe, not crisis," Replied Trish with venom. The recording ended, and Ron realized that Trish was a lot more intelligent than he'd first imagined. She'd been pulling the strings from the word go. To manipulate Stef like this, she would need knowledge of psychology, sex, and even human biology.

Later, Ron was going upstairs, wondering how he could wreck Trish's plans. Stef had been doing her yoga workout, and had gone to shower. As he opened the bedroom door, he saw Stef, already showered with a towel around her hair. Apart from the towel she was completely naked. Ron hardly ever saw her naked. She'd always been embarrassed about being seen like that in the past. The lights had to be turned down, or off.

He hadn't seen her naked body for a while, not in the light, anyway. He stared in awe as she turned towards him. Her body was fucking unbelievable. How could her huge breasts jut out like fake tits? Her ass and legs looked perfect. He couldn't see an ounce of fat where it shouldn't be. Stef saw him and froze as they looked at each other. Ron was expecting her to quickly cover up. Instead, she seemed amused by his slack jawed expression, and picked up her hairdryer. Evidently, she was no longer shy about her naked body.

As they got into bed, later, Ron suddenly asked,

"So, what was that book about that you couldn't put down?"

Stef appeared to be thinking about her answer, before she replied,

"It was about this married woman who has an affair with a younger stud. He has this big cock and he knows how to use it. The woman gets so carried away, she gets her husband to eat her lover's cum from her pussy...without his knowledge."

Ron got the impression she was enjoying telling him, using her newly acquired profanity. They used to be called, penis, vagina and sperm. His dick was hard again, even though he'd jerked off, earlier. He was suddenly annoyed...annoyed that she wanted to cheat on him, annoyed with her obsession with anything that was slut, annoyed with that look on her face. He pushed her nightdress up and lined up his dick after he'd pulled her panties aside.

Stef still had that strange look on her face as Ron entered her. Even if he lasted 10 minutes, she knew she probably wouldn't cum. It wasn't just his lack of length. His dick was only marginally thicker than her thumb. She stared at his red face and suddenly said,

"A big fucking cock."

Ron let out a long groan and then came.

He rolled away, more embarrassed than ever over his reaction.

"Lick my pussy," Blurted Stef without thinking. Ron looked at her in the low light. Surely she wasn't serious. He was still panting as he replied,

"No way! I just came in you. Besides, you know I don't do that."

Stef nearly exploded. She closed her eyes, trying to remain calm.

Eventually, she opened her eyes and said,

"Big deal, it's your cum. You blow after one minute for the fifth time in a row, but you don't want to get your wife off with your tongue."

Ron didn't answer. He'd never eaten her pussy and she knew that. She'd never asked before tonight. He turned his back to her, remembering her scathing comment about 5 in a row.

Stef got up and walked to the bathroom. She was still pissed with Ron. If he wasn't going to eat her pussy, what good was he? Her moral compass had just swung 180 degrees. She wasn't going to put up with a frustrated sex life. She locked the bathroom door and sat on a chair as she began rolling her clit. She felt clear about her future, and she came after only 5 minutes. She didn't stop, picking up the long handled back brush.

Stef was soon easing the handle inside her pussy as her finger flicked her clit. The handle was going in deeper, almost to the brushes. She'd never had anything penetrate her so deep. It was a definite improvement on Ron's dick. Stef felt another orgasm rip through her body as she leaned back and humped the handle. She quietly cried,

"Ryaaaannn."

She wanted more orgasms, but decided against it. In fact, she was going to stop masturbating for now. She wanted to keep herself as horny as possible.

Things started turning sour for Ron on Wednesday night. He wanted to have sex, but Stef pushed him away and said,

"Look, Ron, you might enjoy jackhammering for 1 minute, but what's in it for me? What about my needs? I'll give you a handjob for now. But you need to have a serious think about our love life."

Just over 2 minutes later, as Stef was jerking off his dick, she said,

"The stud in that book could fuck all night."

Ron's eyes went wide as he started gasping. He suddenly squealed,

"Oh, Godddd!" As his hips thrust upwards and he ejaculated over his stomach. Stef put the boot in as she asked,

"Why do you always cum so quickly?"

Ron just shrugged. He thought he detected some derision in her tone.

On Sunday, Trish and Liz arrived at just after 1pm. Ron came back in from the garden and sat in his armchair. Trish nodded and said,

"Hiya, Ronald. Is it true you and Stef were trying for another baby when Stacy was 5?"

He thought, "What business is that of yours?" But he replied,

"Yes, we tried for a year, but it didn't happen."

Trish stood in front of him, looking down at him as she said,

"You should've sought medical advice. You've probably got weak spunk. And small balls hold small loads."

Ron was turning beet red. Trish's long legs in her tiny jean shorts were hard to ignore. He couldn't think straight. And why did he have an erection?

He glanced at Stef, who looked amused, as did Liz. He finally blurted,

"We don't know why Stef couldn't conceive."

"Hmmm, yes, who can say?" Said Trish. She looked back at Stef and added,

"But it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with your wife. She looks like a healthy and virile young woman. You, on the other hand, look like old age started at 30."

Ron made his excuses and left the room. He had to get out of there. He was starting to feel like a cornered animal in his armchair. Like the girls were ganging up on him. He made himself a strong drink and went upstairs. He could observe them in the garden from the window of the spare bedroom.

The girls had been sat in the garden for 20 minutes as Trish said,

"Oh yeah, Stef, I've got another book for you. It's all about the psychology of cuckolds, and the kind of men suited to it."

As she bent down to retrieve it from her handbag, a red blink caught her eye. She looked closer and saw the black object taped to the table. It took her all of 2 seconds to figure out what it was and who had put it there. She decided to keep this information to herself for now.

Later, Ron was in his office, forwarding through the recording as he searched for some juicy talk. He was over 30 minutes in when Trish turned the conversation to work as she said,

"So, what happened on Thursday, Stef? You and Ryan stayed late to finish the Billings party. You couldn't get that smile off your face the next day."

Ron remembered how she'd been in such a good mood.

Stef was giggling like a schoolgirl, before she shyly replied,

"I can't believe what happened. We finished up the last details. Then, Graham went home, and Ryan and I were the only people left in the office. I was doing a final summary when I felt Ryan behind me, pushing his crotch against my ass. I felt this exhilarating rush go through my body. I could feel his hard cock grinding into my ass. And the cocky little shit knew I was enjoying it."
Ron tried to remember what she wore on Thursday. Yes, it was a tight, white blouse and a black, mid thigh skirt with slits, front and back. A pair of black, ankle strap heels on her feet, as he recalled. Stef added,

"He even asked me if I liked it. I tried to say yes, but it came out as a moan. Then, I felt my skirt being lifted. Without thinking, I said, "Don't."

I wish I'd kept my mouth shut. Then, Ryan turned me around and kissed me. I was so excited, I thought I was going to faint. My pussy was literally dripping. He is a fantastic kisser."

"You dirty, little slut. And not a thought for little Ron," laughed Liz.

"Not really. I don't think I had any coherent thoughts. Ryan's hands and tongue were everywhere. My hands weren't idle, either. His body was all hard muscle. Even his smell was sexy. I wanted to rip his shirt off and devour him. Lick every inch of him," Gushed Stef.

"Sounds like you've got it bad, girl." Said Trish.

"You haven't even heard the best part," Replied Stef.

"Do tell," Shot back Liz, eagerly. Stef took a deep breath and said,

"Well, his cock was humping against my pussy. I had to feel it, I just had to. I managed to get my hand on it, through his pants. My fingers followed it down his leg. I didn't understand, at first, how it kept going on and on. I mean, like, fuck! It was really long."

Even Trish sounded amazed by the tale as she said,

"Damn, Stef...You lucky bitch. How the hell did you resist, then?"

"I didn't. Ryan was unbuttoning my blouse, and I was trying to unzip his pants. Then, we heard footsteps coming our way. It was Charlie, the security guy. We quickly straightened ourselves out and left. Ryan tried to get me to go to his apartment, but I was already late. I swear, I had to sit in my car for 10 minutes before I was calm enough to drive," Replied Stef, struggling to get the words out fast enough.

Ron was quietly whimpering as he listened. 8 months ago, If someone had told him this was going to happen, he would've called them mad. He would've said there was more chance of the moon being made of cheese. Stef had been overweight, not that bothered with sex, and a little boring and uppity, if he was honest. She'd gone through the most amazing transformation he'd ever witnessed. And in such a short period of time. How Trish had changed Stef's psychology was a mystery to him. He should've been paying attention months ago.

Over the next few days, Ron wondered what action he should take. Should he confront Stef? Or Trish? Any criticism of Trish would not be well received, that much was obvious. His lacklustre performance in the bedroom was not going to aid his position. It would more likely kill his position. What could he say if Stef threw it in his face? Even when he masturbated he couldn't last more than 2 minutes.

He arrived home early on Thursday. It was Stef's day off, but the house was empty. Stacy was out with her boyfriend. A scruffy punk Ron didn't approve of. After he'd changed clothes, he had a nose around Stef's bureau. In the top draw he found Trish's book. This one was titled, The Cuckold Lifestyle. He sat on the bed and noticed Stef's bookmark was about halfway through the book. He was gobsmacked as he read the preface.

The book was apparently about identifying men who had cuckold traits, and could be moved to the next level. These men were often in the closet. They usually had passive personalities and enjoyed being controlled by their partners. There was one step after another, resulting in the man watching his partner have sex with another man, or hearing about it. Either way, he would completely accept the situation.

Ron put the book back. Did Trish think he was one of these men? She was gravely mistaken if she did. He wondered what Trish saw that made her think he could be a cuckold. He couldn't think of anything obvious. Sure, he could be a little passive, but that didn't prove anything. Once again, he wondered how this 23 year old girl could be exerting so much influence. She always talked down to him. She seemed to think she was the responsible adult.

Ron went downstairs when he heard someone enter the house. He saw Stef and Trish in the kitchen preparing a drink in the blender. Stef saw him and said,

"Hi, honey."

They'd been to the gym, judging by their attire. They both wore those ridiculous sprayed on leggings. Trish's were white, and he couldn't see any evidence of underwear.

As they sipped their drinks, Trish cheerfully said,

"So, what's happening, minute man?"

"What's that supposed to mean, Trish?" He huffed.

"I hear your workouts are over in a minute," She replied with a smile. Stef looked away as she started giggling. Trish winked as she added,

"You should switch up your diet, Ronald. Fatten up your anorexic parts. I'm sure Stef could give you some of her pie."

"Whatever," Replied Ron as he walked out of the kitchen. He sat in his armchair and turned on the tv. Jesus, was there anything that Stef didn't tell Trish? He knew Trish and Liz would be egging her on to take the next step with Ryan. For all he knew, it had already happened. Their relationship seemed like a runaway train that was out of control. Trish was the driver, laughing at the possibility of an impending crash.

After Trish had left, Ron couldn't hold back and said,

"Tell me something, Stef, what do you see in Trish?"

"Well, she's smart, she's fun, and she's liberated. She's taught me alot about female empowerment," Replied Stef.

"Yeah, but she's 13 years younger than you, and yet, you look up to her. It's almost as if you want to be just like her. Have you ever considered where she's leading you to?" He said, gesticulating.

Stef looked irritated, as her face hardened, and she replied,

"Look, Ron, Trish is pretty wise for her age. She's the reason I'm eating healthily. The reason I'm in the best shape of my life. And I do want to be like her...confident, sexy, and she knows what she wants. As for leading me, I can tell you she has my best interests at heart. But the bottom line is this, she and Liz are my best friends."

Ron knew better than to continue pointing out Trish's faults. Still, there was a question he had to ask. He calmed himself and said,

"So, she's a promiscuous girl, but she's single, so, it's no crime. Is that something you envy about her, Stef? Something you want to emulate?"

Stef looked surprised by the question. She eventually replied,

"I can't deny that I find her sexual freedom exciting. I've only ever slept with 3 men. She's been known to sleep with 3 in a week. She doesn't care what people think, or about conventionality."

"But she's not a 36 year old married mother," He quickly pointed out.

"That doesn't mean my libido is dead, waiting for the menopause to finish me off. My libido is very much alive, and it needs satisfying. It's like Trish says, it's comparable to a drug addiction. Anything less than good sex is like taking meds to take the edge off. Good sex is the only thing that will give you that hit and satisfy your addiction. The longer you go without, the more desperate you become," She replied.

Ron rolled his eyes in resignation. It was just the kind of rubbish that Trish would come out with to justify her point of view. If there was any truth in her sex addiction theory, some improvement would be necessary on his part. But that was obvious. The real question was, what would be the consequences if he was unable to make any improvements?

That night, Stef was eager to play as Ron got into bed. As she fished out his dick, he gasped,

"Can't we make love tonight, baby?"

Stef released his dick and replied,

"I'll tell you what, if you can last more than a minute, we'll make love tomorrow night."

She held out her left arm, so, he could see the second hand sweeping towards the 12. When it got there, she cried,

"Go!" As her other hand grabbed and pumped his dick. Ron stared at the ceiling as he tried to empty his mind of anything sexual. Stef seemed completely calm as she slowly stroked him off with 3 fingers. At 40 seconds, Ron was certain he would make it. He didn't think he was even close to cumming.

Stef suddenly pumped his dick faster and whispered,

"I want a big, juicy, throbbing cock built to pound and please pussy."

Ron looked at her in open mouthed surprise. He lurched and gasped,

"Oh, God...No...ugh...ugh...No...Noooooo!"

His body squirmed as he ejaculated, shaking and whimpering.

"54 seconds...not bad. You could've made it if I didn't say anything about a big, juicy cock," Said Stef, smiling wickedly.

The next day, Stef seemed to be in a really good mood when she got home. She was singing to herself and dancing as she made dinner. Ron just knew that something had happened involving Ryan. A wave of panic came over him as he considered the ramifications of Stef having an affair with Ryan. He'd listen to the recordings on Sunday and have to make a decision about things.

On Sunday, Trish and Liz arrived in the early afternoon. Trish had alerted Liz to the recording device in the garden. She assumed there were probably more. She'd told Liz to limit the chat about Ryan when they spoke to Stef at work. The questions could wait until their Sunday get together. Trish had already explained that if Ron hadn't brought up what he'd heard, he was definitely cuckold material.

Later, Ron was pacing back and forth in the spare bedroom as he waited for those 2 bitches to leave. He looked out at the girls in the garden again. Fuck! They looked like 3 Playboy bunnies on their day off. Trish was wearing a bikini top and a miniskirt that was almost transparent. Liz wore a cut down vest and a jean miniskirt. Stef was the only one who looked almost conservative in a button up top and tight, little shorts.

Eventually, as they were leaving, Trish and Liz looked directly up at him in the bedroom and held up their little fingers. Ron was relieved to see that Stef didn't join the salute. Although, she seemed amused by it. He waited for them to go out the front door, then he raced downstairs to retrieve the recorder in the garden. He quickly picked up the one in the kitchen before he hurried back upstairs as Stef walked back to the house.

Ron locked his office door and quickly put the headphones on. His hands were trembling as he pressed play. There was a lot of girlie talk for the first 20 minutes. Then, as usual, Trish controlled the direction of the conversation as she said,

"Stef, I noticed you and Ryan disappeared for half an hour on Friday afternoon. Liz saw you heading towards the toilets. What gives?"

Stef laughed nervously, then replied,

"You're not going to fucking believe what happened. Even I can't believe it. I keep replaying it in my mind."

"Go on," Pressed Trish when Stef paused.

"We were in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil, when Ryan told me to follow him. He led me to the 2 disused toilets and beckoned me to follow him inside," Stef said before pausing again.

She took a deep breath before continuing,

"I told him no, not while we were working. But he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. We went into a stall and we were all over each other. I had my tongue down his throat and my hand was rubbing his cock. He told me to take it out. I didn't need asking twice. I eventually managed to pull it out with difficulty. And, oh my fucking God, his cock was huge...FUCKING HUGE! It was easily bigger than that stripper's cock. It was longer and much thicker."

Ron could hear the excitement in her voice as she went on,

"I just couldn't believe the size of the thing. I had to use 2 hands to jerk him off. His cock felt so heavy and hard. I just kept pumping it and stroking it. My pussy was dripping like a fucking faucet. I couldn't believe how long he lasted. It must have been nearly 20 minutes, before his cock started leaking precum. There was a constant flow seeping out. Eventually, Ryan started breathing heavier."

"I'm not kidding, his cock started getting even bigger. The veins on it looked like they were ready to burst. I'd never seen a cock get so hard. Ryan grabbed my tits and said he was going to cum. Then, his cock nearly jumped out of my hands and started pumping out cum. It just kept spewing out, one burst after another. I didn't think it was going to end. When it stopped, the wall was fucking covered in the stuff. And it wasn't watery like Ron's, it was thick cream."

"Wow," Said Liz, sounding genuinely amazed. Stef quickly added,

"That wasn't the end of it. Ryan lifted my skirt and managed to start fingering my clit. I was so aroused, I came after about 5 seconds. He didn't stop there. He kept working my pussy like an expert, until I came again, minutes later. I was moaning like a bitch in heat. I had to hold onto him or I would've collapsed. I can't remember what I was saying, but I was babbling. I might have even told him I loved him."

Trish was clearly impressed as she said,

"Damn, I'm gonna be thinking about that the next time I play with myself. You are one lucky bitch, Stef. The first time you have an extra marital liaison, and you find yourself a young stud with a massive cock. God must have taken pity on you for marrying a jerkoff."

Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had his head in his hands as he listened to his wife's confession. He'd ejaculated in his pants a couple of minutes earlier. It wasn't just her erotic tale that had pushed him over the edge. It was also the excitement and amazement in her voice. Even he found it hard to comprehend the description of the cock she'd jerked off. The phrase, 'weapon of mass destruction' came to mind.

Stef sounded like she was exhausted from telling her story. She said,

"God, my whole body was trembling after that. I couldn't believe it when I saw his semi hard cock was still dripping cum. All that spunk took some mopping up, I can tell you. Yesterday, he bombarded me with text messages, asking me to go to his apartment. He texted some pretty explicit messages about what he wants to do to me. I brought myself off 3 times reading them in the bathroom."

Trish seemed to be thinking ahead as she said,

"Why don't we take our next day off on Wednesday and have a night out?"

"Yeah, let's do it," Replied Liz, catching on to whatever the plan was. Stef's compliance was a formality after the agreement of her friends.

"Look, Stef, you've got nothing to feel guilty about. You have every right to seek sexual satisfaction if Ron can't do the job. I hope you've been reading that book, because it shows you how to get a wimp hubby under control. You could put a leash on that bitch," Said Trish.

Stef still seemed a little undecided about her conduct as she replied,

"I need to think about all this. What if Stacy found out her mom was a slut for a 25 year old stud. Christ, he's closer to her age than mine. As for Ron, I'd love to get him under control, to be honest. He refuses to even go down on me. He has a negative attitude. I think our sex life would be better if I made the decisions."

Ron continued to listen, dejectedly. There were a few references to Ryan, but they were generally comments about his oversized cock. Ron noticed that Trish and Liz were ridiculing him even more than usual. But what really upset him was that Stef was beginning to join in. She didn't once try to defend him. At one point, she even referred to him as a limp dick, minute man. He had to act now or he could lose his wife.

That night, Ron decided to surprise Stef after she got into bed after taking a shower. He started running his hand along her thigh, pushing her nightdress up. She let him pull off her panties and he stared at her glistening, shaven pussy. When he hesitated, Stef barked,

"Lick it, Ron, and do a good job."

He moved closer and began lapping her slit. He'd never done this before and he wasn't sure how to go about it.

As his jaw began to ache, Stef grabbed his hair and humped her pussy into his face. When Ron couldn't stick his tongue out anymore, she grinded her pussy against his nose. He was gasping as she neared orgasm, struggling to breathe as her pussy and thighs nearly suffocated him. As Stef was about to cum, she cried,

"I need a big, fucking cock...ugh...Yesss...UGHHHH!"

Ron ejaculated in his shorts as he humped the bed. Stef's juices covered his face as she climaxed, pulling hard on his hair. He rolled away, red faced and gulping in air. Stef finally settled and giggled,

"Sorry about your hair, honey, I hope your bald patch isn't bigger."

She was elated he'd eaten her pussy. This was how she could control him. She didn't want to be cruel, but she got a big kick out of ridiculing his manhood. According to Trish's book, it was necessary.

On Monday and Tuesday, Stef's good mood continued. Ron often saw her staring into space with a silly, dreamy look on her face. Given what happened on Friday, he assumed something else was going on between her and Ryan. Waiting until Sunday to find out anything seemed like forever. He knew he should confront Stef about what was going on, but something was holding him back. He couldn't stop thinking about her illicit behavior. Once, it would've been so out of character. And yet, he found something exciting about it all.

On Wednesday, it was the girls day off. Trish and Liz turned up at 7pm and went upstairs with Stef. Ron would've loved to hear what they were talking about, but his office was 2 rooms away. He waited downstairs as they got ready for their night out. Just after 8pm, he heard their heels clacking as they came downstairs. As they walked into the living room his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Stef was wearing a ridiculous tight, black minidress. It completely hugged her body from her breasts to just below her ass. There were no straps holding it up, and as she walked, it rode up to her ass cheeks. It was made from some kind of thin, elastic fabric, and her big breasts were stretching it to the point of transparency. Ron stuttered,

"J-Jesus Christ, y-you can't wear that, it's outrageous."

Stef sounded a little irritated as she replied,

"Well, the cab's going to be here in 5 minutes, and it's too late to change now."

"Damn, Ronald, you need to control your insecurities. You don't have to worry about Stef, I'll keep her out of trouble, trust me," Chuckled Trish. Ron knew she meant the complete opposite. The girls had a quick vodka and tonic, then their cab turned up and they were gone.

Ron couldn't believe Stef was so comfortable wearing that dress. Trish and Liz were both in their slutwear, but nothing like Stef's. She looked like a 10/10 knockout. He went to bed at 10.30pm. His alarm woke him in the morning. He immediately noticed that Stef wasn't beside him. He started panicking as he picked up his cell phone and checked it. There was a text from Stef at 12.15am that said, 'Not feeling too well. Going to stay at Trish's, and go to work from there'. Ron didn't think it was that strange. It had happened once before.

The next day, Ron got home early and found Stef dozing on the sofa. She opened her eyes, and looked exhausted as she said,

"Hi, honey. Trish and Liz are coming over, later. Wake me when they get here."

He wanted to ask her about last night, but she looked like she needed the sleep. Then, it occurred to him that they would probably sit in the garden and he could turn on the recorder.

When Ron heard the doorbell, he quickly turned on the recorder in the garden before answering the door. Trish and Liz walked in and saw Stef asleep on the sofa. Trish glanced at Ron and said,

"Looks like she was up all night getting wild."

She nudged Stef awake as he looked at her in confusion and alarm. The girls went upstairs whispering and giggling like adolescents.
They came back downstairs 15 minutes later, all wearing bikini tops and sarong wraps. It was well over 80°C, and they were obviously planning to sunbathe. Ron needed them close to the table, and fortunately, Trish laid her towel right next to it. She guided Stef to her right, with Liz on her left. When their sarongs came off, Ron groaned in arousal at the sight of 3 incredible asses in thong bikini bottoms. No way did Stef look 13 years their senior. Maybe 3 years.

His dick was throbbing as he watched them applying sunscreen to their bodies. He began stroking himself, as the girls did each others backs. He unzipped himself and began jerking off when their tops came off. They laid on their backs, rubbing cream into their breasts. Their bodies were bronzed and gleaming in the sunlight. Ron couldn't hold out any longer. He rushed to the toilet and squealed as he ejaculated.

He wasn't able to listen to the recording until after dinner. Trish and Liz helped Stef prepare pasta bake and salad. They ate theirs in the garden, leaving a covered plate for Stacy in the kitchen. Ron ate his in the living room, willing the bitches to go home. The second half of the recording was always inane conversation. Fashion, cosmetics and girlie gossip. What really amazed Ron was the time they spent talking about shoes and boots. They almost obsessed over it.

Later, Ron went through the playback, waiting for Trish's promt to kick start the sex talk. He'd picked up on her routine by now. There would be an opening 15-20 minutes of small talk. Then, Trish would control the direction and topic of the conversation. Ron was beginning to respect her powers of persuasion, coercion and manipulation. It was only 9 minutes in, this time, when Trish said,

"Before we get around to last night, Stef, I want to hear about Monday and Tuesday lunchtime at work. And I want a detailed account while we work on our tans."

There was a deep breath from Stef, before she replied,

"I can't believe you guys didn't ask before now. Anyway, Monday lunchtime, Ryan asked me to go to that sandwich bar on Patterson Street. We went in his car and ate our lunch outside. Then, he drove back and parked right at the back of the parking lot. I can't even remember how it started, but we were suddenly making out like crazy. Then, he got his big cock out and it crushed any apprehension I might've had."

Stef was becoming more animated as she excitedly added,

"I had it in my hand before he could blink. I still couldn't believe the size of the thing as I jerked and pumped it. It was so fucking thick and beautiful, sticking up like a tower of manmeat. He asked me if I liked it. I said, "I fucking love it." I knew he was getting close when he started throbbing and getting bigger and harder. Ryan told me to suck it. Well, it would've made a mess in his car if I didn't."

Ron's dick was so hard, it was actually hurting as Stef continued,

"I kissed the big head and licked up his precum. Damn, he smelled so manly...so masculine. I started licking and sucking his swollen head. It was so silky and smooth. He started twitching and growled,

"Swallow it, every drop!"

Then, he just exploded. Ropes of cum blasted into my mouth. I swallowed a mouthful, but his cock recoiled and pumped out thick cream again and again. I gulped down 3 mouthfuls of thick jizz."

"I tasted Ron's cum a long time ago, and it was slimy, lukewarm and disgusting. Ryan's spunk is hot, creamy and delicious. It kept drizzling out as I pumped his long shaft. I got every single drop out of him. I drained his fucking balls dry. Then, Ryan leaned over and pushed 2 fingers into my hot pussy. Thank God, there was nobody around because I fucking screamed when I came. He had to cover my mouth or the security guard would've turned up with his gun drawn."

"Unbelievable! Why can't I find a Greek God with a giant cock? No wonder you looked like the cat that got the cream...you did. So, what happened on Tuesday?" Said Liz, jealously. Stef laughed and replied,

"I told Ryan we couldn't mess around at the office, but he just kept on at me until I agreed to go to the old toilets with him at lunchtime. We started kissing and tonguing each other. Then, I was so horny, it was like, something just came over me."

"I dropped to my knees and got his cock out. I felt this animalistic desperation as I started sucking him off. Somehow, I got over half of him down my throat. I had this overpowering feeling hit me, like, I was meant to be on my knees before Ryan. He looked down at me with this smug expression and said,

"You need to do better than that, milf. You've got a lot to learn."

That really upset me. I was almost in tears. I felt like I wasn't good enough for him. I put everything into my blowjob."

"I twisted and stroked his thick shaft, kissed and licked every inch of it, and grated my teeth on his mushroom head. I was literally slobbering all over his huge cock. It seemed like hours before he finally throbbed violently and spewed his cum into my mouth. I swear, he erupted like a fucking geyser, blasting a torrent of hot spunk down my throat. It was like eating a bowl of Ambrosia Cream for dessert."

Ron gritted his teeth as his dick nearly exploded in his pants. He could tell that Stef was getting off on recounting her wild and illicit behavior. But what happened last night? Trish did the build up, as she said,

"Ok, Stef, that brings us round to yesterday. We bumped into Ryan in the club, I borrowed you a change of clothes, and then you two got a cab to...your respective homes?"

Stef laughed at Trish's sarcasm, then replied,

"Right, like you two didn't know that Ryan would be there. And that tablet you gave me had me climbing the walls. I was hornier than a nymphomaniac at a stud convention. Ryan and I nearly got thrown out of the club for getting too wild and frisky."

"Uh huh, that dress was shrinking from both ends on the dance floor. And was Ryan actually fingering you in the cab?" Asked Liz.

"Uh huh, knuckle deep, but that was completely fucking tame compared to what happened later," Exclaimed Stef, vehemently.

"Well, come on, Stef, we want the gory details," Pressed Trish.

"Ok, I'll give you a detailed account, but parental discretion is advised,"

Replied Stef with a chuckle, before going on,

"Anyway, I got in the cab with Ryan. We didn't even discuss it really, he just gave the driver his address. When we got there, Ryan pulled me out of the cab and we walked into the building holding hands."

"I was still horny as hell when we entered his apartment. As soon as the door shut, we started going at it. By the time we got to the bedroom, my dress was on the floor. You should've seen his face when my bra came off. He was literally drooling over my jugs. Then, he WAS actually drooling over them as he mauled and sucked my big titties. I managed to almost rip his clothes off, and his body is fantastic. A Greek God, he certainly is."

"I could've just feasted my eyes on him all night. The man is drop dead gorgeous. But as soon as his shorts came down, I stuffed his cock into my mouth and sucked it. I wanted to eat some more cream, but Ryan said, "I have to fuck you...now!" We got onto the bed and he started rubbing his cock all over my wet pussy. I kept thinking, I'll never get all of that monster cock inside me. If I wasn't so drunk and horny, I would've been more than a little apprehensive."

"Then, I felt his cockhead push inside me. I started gasping as he worked it further in me, slowly inching it deeper. I came when he was about halfway in. After that, I was rolling and gyrating my hips, as he burrowed deeper on every thrust. Jesus, he was so thick, and he was stretching me open. Thank God, I was leaking juices all over his huge cock, lubricating its journey."

"Ryan must've had nearly 8 inches inside me when I came again. It was the biggest orgasm he'd given me, yet. I was moaning and digging my nails into his back. I didn't even know how long we'd been at it. Time seemed irrelevant. His cock was going way deeper than anything had before. I kept asking him if he had it all in, but he said, no. He continued pumping into me slowly, swiveling his hips."

"Then, Ryan suddenly drew back and slammed into me. His body slapped into mine, and I knew I had all of his massive cock inside me. Just that thought pushed me over the edge, and I had a huge orgasm. After that, he started fucking me harder and faster. I was begging him to keep fucking me. I think I had another 5 orgasms, before he finally buried his cock balls deep and exploded inside me. That gave me the biggest orgasm I've ever had in my life."

"It was fucking unbelievable. We were both gasping for air as we held each other. Just hugging and kissing Ryan was almost as good as the sex. Even his sweat smelled sexy. It took about 10 minutes for his cock to deflate and slip out. I had to run to the bathroom covering my pussy with several tissues or it would've been like Niagara Falls. I cleaned myself up, and imagined Ron slurping it up and eating it all."

Ron had ejaculated already, without even touching his dick. He felt dazed just listening to Stef's confession. If indeed it was a confession. It sounded more like she was boasting to her friends. Did Stef feel any guilt about her infidelity? It certainly didn't appear so. Did she really want to make him eat Ryan's cum from her used and abused pussy? No way would he ever do that.

Stef seemed to love the fact that Trish and Liz were hanging on her every word. There was a deliberate pause before she said,

"And then allowing Ron the privilege of watching how a real man fucks his wife. That would be soo fucking hot."

That was a scenario from that damned book. The husband jerked off as he watched, then sat in a chair in the corner. It sounded utterly humiliating. Ron's dick began to inexplicably harden.

"Then, what? Don't tell me you went to sleep," Said Liz, eagerly.

"When I came back, Ryan was half asleep, lying on his back. Just looking at his naked body had my pussy throbbing again. I cleaned his cock with a washcloth and started playing with it. I even massaged his big, heavy balls. He shaved them, and his ballsack was so smooth and silky. Then, his cock started pulsing and hardening."

"He was soon rock hard and throbbing in my hands. I was so turned on, I began sucking him off again. I licked every inch of him, sucked his balls and stroked his shaft fast, until he was harder than steel. I tried to deepthroat him, but I couldn't get more than about 5 inches into my mouth. My pussy was dripping, and I straddled his waist and started impaling myself on his cock."

"He was still stretching me, but I took his entire length a lot easier this time. For the next 20 minutes, I rode him like a bronco. God knows how many orgasms I had. I was wailing and screaming deliriously as I bounced on his cock. When I felt him twitching inside me, I jumped off and sucked his cock as it erupted, blasting his hot cum into my mouth. I couldn't get enough of his virile, thick cream."

"I went to the bathroom and then got back into bed. We were kissing and cuddling for 10 minutes before we fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to find Ryan straddling my stomach as he fucked my tits. It was crazy watching his huge cock tunneling through my cleavage again and again. He was squeezing my tits together as his precum covered my breasts. I took over holding my tits while I talked dirty to him, begging him to cum on me."

"Eventually, he bellowed like a bull and came. He splattered my face and tits with his hot cum. It wasn't as copious as earlier, but still over 5 times more than Ron's. Ryan reached back and started fingering my clit as I licked his spunk off my tits. I nearly threw him off me when I came, and my body lurched into the air," Said Stef.

"Fuck! Just listening to this is exhausting me," Said Trish, chuckling.

"And that wasn't the end of it. I cleaned myself up again and got into bed. I swear, 20 minutes later, Ryan was fucking me doggie style, and that was the longest fuck, yet. His cock was going so damned deep, it was driving me wild. His balls were slapping against my skin every time he pounded into me."

"He was tirelessly fucking me like a machine. Every time I came, it felt like he was hammering the energy out of me. After he pumped me full of cum, we finally got a couple of hours sleep. Ryan set his alarm for 7.30am to give me time to get ready for work. After I got up, I was having a shower when he got in with me. We soaped up each others bodies all over. He was squeezing my big tits as I massaged his genitals."

"Once his cock was erect, we got completely carried away. I had my legs wrapped around his back as his cock speared up into me. Ryan's muscles were bulging and rippling as he lifted me up and down his cock. When he started sucking my tits, I came so hard, I was practically having a fit. It was so erotic, having sex as the water sprayed down on our bodies."

"When his cock began throbbing harder, I begged Ryan to let me eat his cum. He put me down, and I dropped to my knees and sucked hard on his cockhead. He grunted loudly and pumped a huge load of thick cum into my mouth. I could afford to skip breakfast after guzzling down Ryan's cream from the Gods. He even wanted to fuck me again after that, but we had to get to work," Said Stef, clearly excited about her sexual adventure.

"You are a dark horse, Stef. I think it's safe to say your inner slut is out of the closet for good. I feel sorry for minute man," Said Trish, unsympatheticly. Stef's lack of remorse came out as she replied,

"So do I, but there's no way I can give up Ryan. He must have given me over 20 orgasms, last night, and I mean huge fucking orgasms. I gave him another blowjob in the car at lunchtime. I need to hit the gym after all the cum I've eaten. I swear, it's so rich, it's gotta be high in calories."

Ron listened to it all in shock. Was Stef exaggerating, or did it all really happen? Maybe she was just trying to impress Trish and Liz. Though, from what he knew of Trish, she didn't like bullshit. Maybe Ryan was a player and would tire of her. After all, there were younger girls out there. Most of them weren't in Stef's league, though. He didn't know what the hell to do.

Over the next 2 days, Ron didn't say anything, or have any idea about what Stef was getting up to. She seemed to be using her cell phone a lot more. When he questioned her about it, she said she was texting Trish and Liz. He thought that was probably true, but she'd left out Ryan, who was the likely recipient of most of her texts.

On Sunday, Trish and Liz turned up as usual. Trish breezed into the living room, and looked at Ron and said,

"How's it hanging, Ronald? 2 inches down?"

He didn't answer as he rolled his eyes. She laughed and added,

"Has Stef told you about Ryan at work?"

Ron almost choked on his coffee as he stuttered,

"W-What? What do you mean? Who's that?"

"Oh, he's this gorgeous, young guy. He really likes Stef. It's a pity she's married, because they'd make a handsome couple," Said Trish, trying to provoke a reaction. Ron felt like he was being tested, as he replied,

"Well, she IS married, so, he'd better look elsewhere."

"I don't think he cares about that. He's one of those Alpha males, and you're old enough to be his dad. I bet he'd make short work of you," Said Trish with barely concealed derision.

Ron wondered where she was going with this, as he said,

"The guy sounds like an asshole. You don't mess with married women with kids. The idiot clearly has no morals."

"Alpha males take what they want. Besides, Ronald, what would you advise a wife to do when hubby has a small, anorexic dick that fails the 1 minute challenge?" Asked Trish with an evil smile.

Ron's face burned with humiliation. Obviously, he was the hubby in question. And it was the question that had been plaguing him, lately. His inadequacies in the bedroom had led to this situation. He wasn't about to become a great lover overnight. And this Ryan guy sounded like some kind of sex God. In the end, all he could forlornly say was,

"There's more to marriage than just sex. Love is 95% of it."

Trish considered that statement for a moment before she replied,

"That percentage depends on the wife. For example, Stef would probably have agreed with you before she met me. Now, though, I think she would say sex is 40% of a relationship. I'm sure you've noticed that her sex drive has gone through the roof. A man in your position should be happy for his wife if she finds sexual satisfaction with another man. If you love her enough."

"Yeah, maybe," Mumbled Ron as he got up and left the room. Trish's twisted logic almost seemed reasonable. Although, his choices were becoming limited. Confront Stef or accept her affair with Ryan. Those appeared to be his options, and he'd already heard her say she wouldn't give up Ryan. He'd listen to the recorders later to find out what else had happened.

As Trish and Liz were leaving, Ron waited, then retrieved the recorders as usual. He rushed upstairs to his office and got comfortable. He always felt a strange excitement as he started playback. It was like he was a fly on the wall, eavesdropping on their girlie talk. Something all the boys wanted to do in high school. He kept forwarding the recording until he heard something relevant.

It was Liz who couldn't do the small talk anymore as she said,

"Forget Christina's new boyfriend. She exaggerates and she's full of shit. I'd rather hear Stef's horny confessions. So, spill the beans, Stef."

Stef sounded delighted they wanted to hear more about her extra marital trysts. Ron knew her life pre marriage had been unexciting. No one wanted to hear about her life, she was a background character.

"I thought you guys had heard enough of my stories, but I'd love to give you an update. Anyway, on Friday, Ryan and I had lunch together, and then parked in the parking lot again. I brought a tape measure with me so I could measure his cock. I licked it all over until it was throbbing, and then measured it. He's over 9 inches long and nearly 6 inches around. That's nearly twice as big as Ron."

"I wanted to give him a blowjob, but he wanted to have a quickie. He pulled me on top of him and I had to contort my body to get his cockhead in my pussy. Then, I had to pump and roll my hips to get his whole cock up me. After a few minutes, I went to town on him. I was riding him fast, slamming my ass down and driving his huge cock so fucking deep. I came 3 times in about 15 minutes. It was a major turn on knowing that someone could walk in and see us.

"It's a good thing he didn't cum inside me. I would've had his seed running down my thighs all afternoon. Luckily, when he's about to cum, his cock throbs violently. I got off him and wrapped my lips around his swollen cockhead just before he exploded and spewed another big load of hot cum down my throat. Back in the office, I was horny all afternoon."

"Ryan was making it worse by whispering what he was going to do to me the first chance he got," Said Stef, almost reliving the experience.

"I wish I'd recorded all your confessions. It beats watching shit porn on lonely nights," Chuckled Trish. Stef laughed too, then said,

"I thought you two might've noticed what was going on when everyone was going home."

Liz narrowed her eyes and replied,

"Do you mean in your cubicle? I thought you were pulling a silly face when we said goodbye to you."

"Yeah, that's what I meant. You couldn't see below my chest. Ryan was on his knees with his head up my skirt, licking my pussy. I had to try and keep a straight face as the last few people left."
"The cheeky devil pulled my thong down and wormed his tongue right up my snatch. I couldn't believe what he did next. He pushed my legs apart and licked along my ass crack while he rolled my clit. I had an orgasm that blew my mind. My legs turned to jello, and I had to hold onto the cubicle partition to stay on my feet. Ryan wasn't done. He told me to bend forward, then he pulled my asscheeks apart and buried his tongue in my ass."

"No man had ever done that to me before. It felt fucking unbelievable. He was tonguing my ass, then sucking my clit, back and forth until my ass was on fire. Another orgasm ripped through my body. My pussy was spasming and gushing my juices. Ryan kept fingering my sensitive clit, and I came again. This time, my juices squirted out like urine. I collapsed onto my knees, shuddering," Said Stef, breathlessly.

"Jesus, the first time you have your ass rimmed, and you cum so hard, you squirt like a seasoned slut," Chuckled Trish, rolling her eyes.

"Speaking of pussy eating, I hope you've been making minute man eat that milf pussy every night," Said Liz, seriously.

"Of course, Liz, Ron knows the score. He eats my pussy, then I give him a 1 minute handjob. He's nearly ready for the next level of his cuckold training," Replied Stef, enthusiastically.

Ron was stunned, and in a state of abject despondency. He'd listened to Stef's erotic confession and jerked off to it all. He was confused by some of the things he'd heard. Why had Trish mentioned recording Stef's steamy narrative? Did she know? He thought it was unlikely. Probably just coincidence. And what the fuck was his cuckold training? And what was the next level of it? He needed answers.

Later, as Ron got into bed, he said,

"I was talking to Trish earlier. Who is this Ryan guy you work with?"

Trish had told Stef about their chat. Stef was hesitant, wondering what to tell him. Maybe it was a chance to tease Ron. She finally replied,

"He's a really good friend. You could say he's the office heartthrob."

"Trish seems to think he wants more than just friendship with you," Said Ron, already red faced.

"Well, that's not exactly breaking news. In case you haven't noticed, alot of men want to get in my panties, these days. I'm looking and feeling better than ever. I'm not being big headed, but I'm the sexiest girl at work, and most of them are younger than me," Replied Stef. That was something else that was new...her confidence. And when it came to her looks, it bordered on arrogance. Although, he had to admit, it was difficult to find a flaw in her appearance.

Ron suddenly wondered why he was bringing this up. Still, he said,

"So, the feeling's not mutual?"

"Look, honey, all the women at the office are drooling over Ryan, and I'm one of them. The man is an absolute hunk. He's young, muscular and sexy as fuck. Sure, I fantasize about him. I am a red blooded woman with a powerful libido," Replied Stef, sincerely.

"But you're a married mother, honey," He said in desperation.

"So? I'm not dead from the waist down, Ron, and my needs aren't being satisfied at home. Sexual frustration is not a good state of mind. Feeling horny all the time can have you climbing the walls. It can push you over the edge to find a cure. Anyway, if you want a handjob, you better get your face between my legs," Replied Stef.

Ron was soon licking her pussy as he pushed 2 fingers inside her. Stef played with her breasts as she thought, "Why can't you eat pussy like Ryan?" She closed her eyes and remembered how Ryan had tongued her ass in her office cubicle. She suddenly cried,

"Curl your fingers and suck my clit, hun."

As she neared her climax, she pictured Ryan's cock blasting out spunk after giving her a tit fuck. Cum splattered her face and she snarled,

"A big fucking 9 inch cock spewing hot cum over me."

Her hips lifted up off the bed as she came. Ron squealed loudly as he too, came in his boxers.

The following week, things began to go downhill rapidly for Ron. At 8pm on Tuesday, Stef received a call on her cell phone. She went upstairs for some privacy, as Ron tried to listen at the bottom of the stairs. He heard her make another call after the first ended. 15 minutes later, she came downstairs, heels clicking and sexily dressed. Ron wondered what was going on.

Stef picked up her car keys and quickly said,

"I have to go out, Ron. Trish has some personal problems, and it's an emergency. I've left Stacy's dinner on the kitchen table. She can warm it in the microwave."

"What? When are you coming back?" Asked Ron, desperately.

"I don't know. I might have to stay overnight, and go to work from Trish's," Replied Stef as she checked herself in the mirror.

Before he could say anything else, she gave him a peck and headed out the front door. Ron just knew she was going to meet Ryan. Trish was merely an alibi to cover Stef's back. Why else would she be wearing that tight, tank top and mini skirt? What really annoyed him was that he wouldn't be able to hear anything about it until Sunday. Were they going on a night out? Or just to his place?

45 minutes after leaving her house, Stef was on her back on Ryan's bed as he pumped into her to the hilt with every long stroke. She wrapped her legs around his ass and held him tightly as she moaned with every thrust. She stared into his eyes as her first orgasm approached and cried,

"Oh my God...ugh...Oh my God...Oh Ryan...ugh...gonna cum...ugh...RYAAANNN!...UGH!...CUMMINGGG!...OHHHH!"

Stef's body lurched and shuddered as her orgasm exploded. Her head thrashed around, whipping her blonde hair everywhere. Ryan felt her pussy contracting around his cock as her juices flooded out. She gripped him like a vice as her orgasm surged on and on. She looked elated as she finally came down, sighing contentedly. Ryan began slowly thrusting into her again, building his pace and momentum.

When Ron saw Stef on Wednesday evening, he questioned her about Trish's so called 'emergency', but she wasn't forthcoming with any relevant information. She gave vague answers about an ex boyfriend who was harassing Trish. Ron knew that was an unlikely scenario. Trish encouraged men to harass her. She liked men who were persistent. Any man who didn't give up would probably have something to offer. That was her warped theory, anyway.

On Thursday, Stef came home late. She said she'd been to a bar with a few guys from work. Ron had to cook dinner for himself and Stacy. It was nearly 10pm when Stef came home, looking disheveled and a little drunk. They went straight to bed, and Ron thought it was unusual when Stef didn't shower. It was her usual routine before she got into bed. He watched her remove all her clothing, except her thong.

After she got into bed, Ron turned his bedside lamp off.

"I'm feeling kinda horny, honey, do you want to help me with that?" Giggled Stef out of the darkness. Ron eagerly replied,

"Sure, babe, I'd love to."

Stef turned on her bedside lamp and lowered its luminosity. Ron was about to get between her legs, when she quickly got up, pushing him down and whipped off her thong.

He didn't know what was going on until her pussy suddenly came down on his face. He was completely smothered as she grinded and rubbed her snatch all over his face. Ron could feel her leaking fluids on his skin as she settled over his mouth. He poked out his tongue and began licking her pussy. Stef was moaning in excitement as she gyrated on his face.

Ron was surprised at how wet and horny she was. She growled,

"Eat me, Ron...suck my whole pussy."

He clamped his lips on her hot snatch and sucked hard. More fluids seeped into his mouth, this time it was thicker than earlier. Stef began squirming as she moaned frantically. She finally tensed and hollered,

"Eat that shit!...I'M FUCKING CUMMINGGG!"

She writhed and shuddered as she came, moaning and gasping.

Ron felt more fluids gush into his mouth and over his face. He knew that the thick fluid had probably been Ryan's cum, but he didn't want to think about it. He kept telling himself it was unlikely, and blocked it from his mind. Stef climbed off and pulled out his dick. She cooed,

"You ate that pie like a trooper, honey. And you guzzled that juice like a hungry baby."

Ron's face turned crimson as he gasped and grimaced. It was definitely Ryan's cum. Stef had practically told him without actually spelling it out. His dick was throbbing and twitching in her hand as she looked down at him. Ron suddenly thrust upwards and yelled,

"OH,SHIIITTTT!"

His dick spurted cum over his t shirt as Stef squealed in delight.

On Sunday, Ron got the feeling the girls were talking about him as they looked his way and laughed on more than one occasion. He disappeared upstairs to wait for their departure. Once they all walked outside to Trish's car, he quickly retrieved the recorders and went back upstairs to his office. He began the playback and didn't have to wait long to hear about Stef's affair.

Trish immediately ended the small talk and said,

"You didn't give us a full blown account of your night with Ryan on Tuesday, Stef. How about some juicy details?"

"Well, if you're not bored of hearing about it," Replied Stef.

"Are you kidding? I've been looking forward to hearing about your sordid sex life," Laughed Liz in jest.

Clearly, Stef was more than happy to divulge details as she replied,

"I couldn't believe it when Ryan called me. He said I had to be at his apartment within the hour if I wanted to be his milf bitch. I said I did, and I'd be there. I couldn't wait to get his massive cock inside me again. I called you, Trish, quickly got dressed and left. I got to his apartment in about half an hour. 10 minutes after that, we were having sex."

"The sex was even better than the first time. He gave me some mind blowing orgasms. I hope his neighbors were out because I was fucking screaming every time I came. Ryan really is an incredible lover. His cock was hitting this spot deep inside me that was driving me wild. Honestly, at one point, I came so hard, I was practically incoherent. I was just babbling."

"After that, I gave him a long blowjob. I licked and sucked on his big balls, then I managed to get about 6 inches of his cock down my throat. I think Ryan appreciated my efforts. He told me I had talent, and that no girl had ever deep throated his entire cock. I'll do it eventually. Then, he'll know that I'd do anything for him."

"You've got it bad for Ryan, don't you?" Trish asked, seriously.

A brief pause followed, and a pensive Stef finally replied,

"I know he gives the impression of being a player. But when we're alone, he's totally different. Do you know what he told me? He said, if he imagined his perfect woman, she would look like me. I told him I'd fuck him anytime, anywhere. I'd drop everything for him. He doesn't need anyone else, I can be his girlfriend."

"Ron can't cut it in bed. He can't begrudge me finding a real man. Anyway, after I downed his hot spunk milkshake, I cleaned up in the bathroom. I came back and we had an intimate make out session until he was erect again. This time I rode him as he sucked my big tits. I kept cumming as I thrust down on him, driving his cock deep into me. He woke up in the middle of the night, and we were at it again."

"This time, he slow fucked his cock into me as we kissed and held each other. It was so erotic, sensual and sexy when he stared into my eyes. Ryan was making love to me like we were long lost lovers. When I came, it was so intense and beautiful. The next orgasm I had was off the scale. I was so overcome, I became emotional and started crying. My orgasm was so powerful, I was practically sobbing his name. I told him I loved him. I kept repeating it, I couldn't help it."

Ron felt dizzy and sick. Stef couldn't love that fucking pretty boy, could she? It was probably just said in the heat of the moment. At least, he hoped it was. Stef excitedly continued,

"We had some great morning sex in the shower, too. Then, at work, I gave him another blowjob at lunchtime. It's become a regular thing now, a spunk milkshake after lunch."

"What happened on Thursday was fucking crazy. First, I deepthroated Ryan in his car, and I managed to get 7 inches of his cock down my throat before he fed me more cum. After work, we all went to that bar, and I left early with Ryan. He drove somewhere quiet and fucked me on the backseat twice. But the best part happened when I got home. Ron was still up, but we went to bed together."

"I still had plenty of Ryan's cum inside me. He cums so deep, it all gets pumped into my cervix. Anyway, I ended up sitting on Ron's face, like you told me to do, Trish. He must have noticed all the sticky liquid pouring out of me into his mouth. He swallowed it all, and licked up every drop of Ryan's cum. I was amazed he didn't even say anything about it. When I came, it felt like it was flooding out of me."

Trish was impressed with Stef's progress as a hotwife, as she said,

"You see? I told you Ron could be easily controlled. As well as barely having a dick, he barely has a backbone. I'm telling you, he's a spineless cuckold wimp. I'm just being honest, Stef. Outside the bedroom, he's an acceptable husband, but inside it, he's not even a real man. He's one tenth the man Ryan is, maybe one hundredth."

Trish relished putting the boot in for Ron to listen to.

Ron didn't know that Stef was nodding throughout Trish's character assassination of him. It wouldn't have surprised him, though. Stef seemed to think that anything Trish said about men and sex was true. Ron was in a state of shock. He'd ejaculated earlier when Stef said that Ryan had fucked her twice in the backseat of his car. Now, he felt humiliated and small. Especially after Trish had shredded his manhood.

The following week, things continued to descend into chaos for Ron. On Monday, Stef came home at 11pm. Ron was in bed and demanded to know where she'd been and why she'd ignored his calls.

"I was hanging out with Trish, Liz and a couple of guys from work. As for my phone, it was on silent. Am I supposed to make hourly reports on my whereabouts?" Replied Stef, sounding irritated. Before Ron could say anything, her leg swung over his head and her pussy came down on his face.

"FUCKING EAT IT, RON!" Shouted Stef, angrily. He flinched at her anger. This time there was absolutely no doubt it was male cum. Thick globs of white liquid filled his mouth. He immediately ejaculated in his shorts, but he still kept sucking out the stringy fluid. He couldn't see anything as Stef's ass smothered his face. Elated, she hollered,

"Big fucking rock hard, stud cock...pumping out spunk...UGHH...A big strong...UGH...real man...RYANNNN!..I LOVE IT!..FUCKKKK!..OHHH!"

Ron was stunned by her words and her orgasm. She sounded delirious. Stef's climax eventually receded and she rolled away gasping. A euphoric feeling had come over her. She didn't care if Ron didn't like what she'd said. Trish was right, he wasn't a real man. He was a wimp with an anorexic dick. Stef needed Ryan, with his huge cock and incredible stamina. She hoped Ron would be able to handle the truth. But, if not, he could move out, and she would move Ryan in the next day. Stacy was precocious and would understand.

For 5 minutes, Ron was silent. He knew the cum he'd eaten had been fairly fresh. He couldn't believe how much there was. Finally, he said,

"Why were you saying all that stuff, babe?"

"It's just a fantasy of mine. A big, strong, gorgeous man. A real man with a giant cock and huge balls that can hold copious amounts of hot, thick spunk. A man with muscles and staying power."

Ron knew that was the opposite of himself. He dejectedly asked,

"I take it you're talking about Ryan?"

"Obviously, hun. If you saw him, you'd understand. He is sooo sexy. Pure testosterone fueled beefcake," Gushed Stef.

"So, was he one of the guys you hung out with? He asked, quietly. Stef thought about her answer for a moment. She didn't know that Ron already knew what was going on. Trish had told her that she suspected he knew.

Eventually, she looked at him in the low light and said,

"Yeah, Ryan and Mark were there."

"Did anything happen with him?" He asked, almost in a whimper. Stef didn't give herself time to think this time and replied,

"Well, it was nothing serious. There was just some touching and kissing. We made out a couple of times. The last time was a little naughty. We kissed and tongued for about 10 minutes. The horny devil had my miniskirt right up. It was no biggie, though."

Ron squealed quietly as his dick throbbed. Where was all this going to end? Damn, why was his dick so hard? He grabbed it under the duvet and slowly stroked it. Stef had her eyes closed as she remembered Ryan's sweat covered body above her, pounding his huge cock into her repeatedly. It was utter mind numbing bliss. He even followed her home in his car. He got in with her in their driveway. One thing led to another, and they fucked again. He finally blasted his cum into her.

The next day, Ron was expecting the worst, and he wasn't disappointed. He arrived home at 6.15pm. There was no one downstairs, but as he reached the stairs, he heard Stef's voice. He quietly climbed the steps and stopped on the penultimate step. Stef was in the bedroom talking on her cell phone as she said,

"Oh, you want me to tell you about it again, do ya, baby?...Ok, well, after you fucked me right in our driveway, and asked me to feed Ron your superior cum, I agreed and went inside."

"Jesus, Ryan, I had 3 loads of your cum inside me...Mmm, anyway, I sat on Ron's face and shouted, "Eat that fucking cum." I swear, he licked up every drop of your precious cum...I know, he's a cuckold wimp. Maybe eating some real man's cum will do him good...I know you love it, baby. I bet that massive cock of yours is super hard right now...it is? Send me a picture. I wish I was there to kiss it and stroke it. I'd play with it for ages, licking and sucking it, building up a huge load in your big nuts."

"...Oh, I can talk about your more than 9 inch cock all day, baby...that's right, lover, I love kneeling before you, looking up at an Adonis. And I especially love it when your cock explodes. Pumping your hot spunk into my hungry mouth. I fucking love eating your virile, thick cream. I can't get enough of it. Anyway, baby, Ron's gonna be back any minute...I can't wait...you first...Awww, I love you, too, so much."

Ron somehow made it downstairs without collapsing. He felt dazed and drained of energy. But, as usual, Stef's talk had his dick erect. She came downstairs 20 minutes later, and cheerfully said,

"Hi, honey, I'm going to start dinner in a little while. By the way, a few guys from work are coming over on Saturday afternoon. Trish, Liz, Mark and Ryan are coming. Stacy's going to be going on that weekend trip with her school, so, it'll be just the grownups having some fun."

Ron looked back at her in confusion and resignation. This nightmare was coming to his own home. What could he say to get her to cancel? Nothing reasonable came to mind. He could confront her with the truth, but something told him it would change nothing. Lately, it seemed like Stef wasn't concerned with any of his objections. Whatever she decided would be happening. Whether he liked it or not was immaterial.

On Thursday night, Stef came home late after her workout at the gym. She usually got home by 7.30pm, but today, it was after 10pm. Ron wondered why she didn't shower. He did a double take when he watched her enter the bedroom. Her lycra shorts were so tight, he could see her pussy slit. She peeled off her sports bra and then struggled to get her shorts off. She turned away and seemed to take something out of her panties which she wrapped in a tissue.
Again, Ron stared at his wife's awesome body in utter awe. A more perfect body it was impossible to imagine. Any woman would kill to have her natural DD tits. His dick was throbbing as he blurted,

"Can we make love tonight, baby?"

"That's not happening, Ron. Not until your dick gets a few inches longer, thicker and lasts at least 20 minutes," Replied Stef, a little irked.

Ron was annoyed by her answer. He was about to complain that it was a ridiculous situation for a married couple, but moving like a cat, she planted her pussy on his face. When he didn't open his mouth, she sat up and slapped his face hard. The stinging blow shocked him into compliance. Again, thick globs of stringy cream filled his mouth. It was Ryan's cum. He was eating Ryan's cum without complaint again. There was something surreal about all this. He tried to calm his mind.

Stef looked down at Ron's dick poking out of his shorts and thought, "Pathetic." It looked so tiny to her now. She grinded down and said,

"By the way, honey, I bumped into Ryan at the gym. His body is fucking gorgeous...fantastic. Trish and Liz were going out, so, they left a little early. The women's showers weren't working, so, Ryan invited me to his apartment. I didn't want to be rude and refuse."

Stef knew she had an incredible amount of spunk in her pussy. And she'd used a pussy plug she'd bought. If Ron didn't notice, then he really was an imbecile. Ryan came in her pussy 3 times and once in her mouth. The cum in her pussy had felt like nearly half a pint in total. She could feel the combined fluid of sperm and her own juices slowly pouring out into Ron's mouth. She continued her story,

"Anyway, when we got to his apartment, I had a shower. The lock on the bathroom door didn't work and I knew the perv was watching me through the glass. Then, he showered after, and I thought it was only fair that I take a peek. I thought he was playing a prank when I saw something hanging down low between his legs. I mean, it had to be a joke, it was hanging down well over 6 inches."

"All the while he was talking calmly to me about exercises that keep your legs toned. He was soaping up his genitals...sooo hot. I couldn't fucking believe what he did next. He stepped out of the cubicle and started drying his hair, without even covering himself up. I was bug eyed as I stared at his big and very real cock. What happened next had me salivating like a bitch in heat. Gonna cum...NOWWW!...OOHHH!"

Stef shook and spasmed as she came, oozing out more cum, adding,

"Ryan's cock suddenly twitched and started thickening and rising. I couldn't take my eyes off it as it kept hardening and growing. When he was erect, it looked over 9 inches long. Honestly, honey, it was so big and beautiful. Veins bulging out all over the thick shaft. All I had on was a tiny old robe he borrowed me. His cock was pointing straight at me, like it was choosing me."

Ron's dick twitched and throbbed like crazy as Stef continued,

"Ryan walked towards me, and before I knew it, we were all over each other, lips locked and tongues probing. I completely lost it. I lost all reason and sense of morality. My hands were roaming all over his powerful shoulders, his big pecs and his hard sixpack. Finally, I gripped his big cock and squeezed and pumped his length."

Ron's hips lurched upwards as his dick ejaculated over himself. Stef was still squeezing out cum into his mouth. She wondered how much more was still inside her. Ryan's cock didn't just go deep, his cum was expelled at half the speed of sound. And his pool ball sized balls could cook up vast quantities of spunk. Ron struggled to breathe as more cum dripped out. He coughed and sputtered as his face turned blue.

Stef was clearly enjoying teasing him with her story as she added,

"Ryan opened my robe and he was drooling over my big tits. He lifted them and sucked on my nipples. I nearly came on the spot. He sucked my tits while I played with his hard cock and rolled his heavy balls. It went on and on. I couldn't believe he could hold out so long. I'm used to your tiny dick cumming after 1 minute."

"He sucked my tits so good, I had an orgasm. It must have taken nearly 45 minutes before his cock started throbbing wildly. It even started getting even bigger as it twitched and bucked. Then, his cock nearly jumped out of my hands as he came. Rope after rope of cum blasted out and plastered the wall. I counted 12 jets of thick cum, and another 4 smaller one's."

Stef saw that Ron was erect again, and she wanted to blow his mind, as well as make his dick blow. She writhed and sexily drawled,

"The tiled wall looked like it had a can of white paint thrown over it. The sight was such a turn on, I was drawn to his cum. The aroma of it was like an aphrodisiac to me. I started licking it up like the cat that got the cream. I licked every drop from the wall. His spunk was absolutely delicious."

Ron's whole body shook as he whimpered and whined, and then ejaculated. Stef humped his nose until she too, came. She climbed off his face and he looked like he was ready to pass out. His face was red and covered in cum and pussy juice. He couldn't move or talk, he was completely exhausted. For a moment, Stef felt sorry for him. He looked like an old man, just now. But, that moment passed quickly.

Saturday soon came round, and Stef was up early getting everything ready. She went out at 9am to Liz's place. Apparently, Liz was going to do her hair and give her a manicure. She got back at 11.20am, and immediately started preparing some snacks for later. Her blonde hair was immaculate, long and lightly curled. Ron became apprehensive when she changed the bedsheets. He hoped to God that Ryan didn't make it to the bedroom.

At 1.30pm, Stef said the others should arrive at around 2pm. She went upstairs to get changed and primp herself. Ron was beginning to feel panic stricken as he waited for their guests to arrive. A wave of dread came over him as 2pm approached. He knew his marriage had gone off the rails. He could only hope it was a temporary phase Stef was going through. She may have looked like she was in her mid twenties, but she was a 36 year old mother sowing some wild oats.

It was 2.03 when the doorbell rang. Ron was perspiring as he walked towards the door. He took a deep breath and opened it. Trish and Liz faced him, with Ryan and Mark behind them. They all walked straight inside without a word. Ron noted that Mark was the guy whose junk had been grabbed by Trish and Liz that day. When Ron took in their outfits, he gasped. This was definitely slutwear.

Both girls were similarly dressed in cut down vests and miniscule skirts. High heels completed their raunchy look. Heels clicking in the hallway alerted him to Stef's presence. She sultrily walked into the living room, hips swaying, and stood in the middle of the room. All 3 men's eyes were glued to her. A tiny, green, sleeveless shirt adorned her torso, tied around her big breasts, pushing them together.

Her midriff was bare, and she stood with her hands on her hips, showing off her wares. Her flared skirt was so short, her ass cheeks were visible. Her black thong could also be seen through the slit at the front of her skirt. Her 4 inch heeled sandals gave her a statuesque appearance, taking her height to 5ft, 11". Ron suddenly realized that Stef probably enjoyed her slutwear even more than Trish and Liz.

Stef introduced the 2 men to Ron. Mark seemed a little unfriendly.

"Get the drinks, Ronald," Ordered Trish abruptly. Ron replied,

"It's just Ron, Trish, if you don't mind."

He left to get the jug that Stef had prepared earlier, and 6 glasses. On his return, he had to pour everyone a drink. Mark glared at him coldly. Ron was beginning to feel uncomfortable around him.

Trish had tried to get Ryan to dominate Ron and maybe slap him around. Unfortunately, he wasn't into that kind of thing. However, Mark was a different kettle of fish. He'd been a bully in high school, and he still had it in him. Ron learned that Mark was a single, 29 year old. He clearly worked out. His white t shirt was tight, showing off his muscles. This guy was an arrogant idiot who loved himself.

By 4pm, they were all getting a little raucous on the booze. They moved into the garden and sat around the table. Ron was nursing his drink, trying to stay sober, so, he could keep an eye on Stef. He wasn't exactly part of the conversation. They were usually talking about projects at work, people at work or at the gym. Although, the conversation was filled with innuendo, as the booze flowed.

At one point, Stef was standing up as a gust of wind blew her flared miniskirt right up, exposing her almost transparent thong.

"Damn, girl," Said Mark as he leered at her underwear. Trish laughed,

"Ryan, I guess you've seen plenty of that hot snatch?"

"Up close and personal. It's definitely hot, shaven and sweet," He replied with a smile. Ron stood by the door, listening in shock.

Later, Mark held up his glass and loudly said,

"Refill, Ronald."

The jug was on the table. Ron was by the door and replied,

"The jug's right there in front of you."

Mark slammed the table with his other hand and angrily said,

"You're the host, sucker. Serve the guests."

Ron reluctantly walked over and poured Mark another drink.

Stef was going to intervene, but then she remembered what Trish had told her about Ron's recorders and the spying. She never thought he could be so underhand and sneaky. Sure, she'd cheated on him, but he'd brought that on himself. She'd lost a lot of respect for him. Sometimes, he seemed kind of pathetic. He knew what was going on, and yet, he didn't have the balls to even confront her about it.

Trish came back from the kitchen holding a glass. She offered it to Ron and said,

"Here, try this cocktail, Ronald. Tell me what you think about it."

He took it and downed a couple of gulps. He nodded and replied,

"That's pretty good. Is that passion fruit in there?"

Trish smiled and nodded. There was also some LSD in there, she thought to herself. A little paranoia would intensify his cuckolding.

25 minutes later, Ron was feeling a little strange. He felt like everyone was talking about him. Liz raised her little finger and glanced at him as they all laughed. Ron cringed in embarrassment. They were laughing about his small dick. He couldn't think straight. They'd been smoking weed at the table, and in the house, earlier. He imagined the fumes had affected him. Though, he had no experience of illegal drugs.

Mark was looking forward to dominating Ron. It was right up his street. He didn't believe in the equality of men. He believed he was superior to other men. Especially mediocre men like Ron. Mark believed there were Alpha males, of which he was one. How did Ron woo Stef? It was a tragedy. She was a babe. Every guy at the office lusted after her, and he was definitely one of them. She had a sexual allure that was almost tangible. Ron had blown it, big time.

It was nearly 6pm, and the girls were getting tipsy and stoned. It was over 80°Fahrenheit, and Ryan and Mark both took off their t shirts. The girls started whooping and hollering at their smooth, muscular bodies. Stef began running her hand over Ryan's body as she purred,

"Mmmm, that's what I'm talking about. A couple of real men at last."

Trish started feeling up Mark's torso, as Liz rubbed Ryan's sixpack. Stef was a little irked. She didn't like other women touching Ryan.

Liz knew that Stef was possessive about Ryan, but Trish had said that slut sisters should be willing to share, at least once. Liz feasted her eyes on Ryan's upper body. She'd always thought he was a sexy hunk, but he'd only had eyes for Stef. Liz wanted to fuck him. He had 9 inches of cock and she wanted to try it. She'd seen a pic of it on Stef's cell phone, and she knew it was no exaggeration. She needed to convince Stef that slut sisters share.

Mark leaned back in his chair and yelled,

"Hey, Ronald, come here."

Ron suddenly felt apprehensive and anxious as he walked over to him. Mark's body was certainly impressive. His muscles were ripped, even bigger than Ryan's. And it seemed he didn't like Ron. As Ron stopped at the table, he watched Trish massaging Mark's chest and shoulders. His wife and Liz were doing the same to Ryan.

Mark shocked him when he bluntly asked,

"So, what does sperm taste like, cuck?"

"W-What do you mean?" Stuttered Ron, his brain reeling.

"I mean, the spunk you've been eating from Stef's pussy," He replied. Ron's face turned a deep crimson as everyone looked at him. Ron didn't know where to look as his face burned with humiliation. Mark was staring at him with contempt.

Ron eventually managed to blurt,

"I-I don't know...Jesus Christ...W-What's happening?"

He stumbled away, his mind in turmoil. What did Ryan's cum taste like? He had to admit, it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it tasted rather good. Stef must really love the stuff if she licked one of his loads off a tiled bathroom wall. She later said the story was just a fantasy, but he wasn't sure. What about Mark's cum? He shook his head, hard.

Stef looked across at the man who was humiliating her husband, and relishing it. When she'd first met Mark, she didn't like him one bit. He was arrogant and had a superiority complex. He was often rude, blunt, and even a little sexist. Ryan was confident too, but he had manners. Since then, Mark's big headed personality had slowly grown on her, somewhat. He had groped her ass on a few occasions at the office. Even though he was a jerk, she found his arrogance quite manly.

Mark was certainly a 'real man'. Her eyes locked onto his upper body. He was about the same size as Ryan, but his muscles were a little bigger. Stef had heard he was deadly serious about his workouts and diet. He also did martial arts training, which only added to his reputation. About a month ago, in a bar after work, Stef had watched Mark beat the crap out of some tough guy who got jealous when his girlfriend paid Mark a little too much attention.

Stef usually hated violence. But, as punches thudded into the tough guy, she found herself becoming aroused by Mark's powerful display of physical dominance. It was an intense and primal feeling that made her pussy throb. Later, she imagined they were fighting over her. Sure, Mark was an unscrupulous player, but he was also a good looking stud with an awesome body. And he was definitely all man. At least, Stef could include him in some of her fantasies.

Ron sat on the step outside the garden doorway. He was trying to stay out of their way, or specifically, Mark's way. Mark continued to rip into him, shredding his manhood. He came out with a new nickname for Ron, calling him Ham, which stood for half a man, and was also the chimpanzee that Nasa sent to space. Even though Ron was a harmless wimp, Mark was still enjoying dismantling his pride. It allowed him to flex his dominance and show off.

As it approached 8pm, the group moved back into the house. Ron stayed by the doorway, trying to avoid Mark's destructive attention. The atmosphere was becoming more sexually charged as Stef put on some soft music and started dancing. She was buzzing on the booze and weed as she rolled her hips with her hands above her head. Ryan, Mark and Ron all stared at her with lust in their eyes. Her tiny skirt kept flying up as she flashed her black thong.

Trish was eager to get the party started as she said,

"Hey, Mark, Stef's been asking about your package. She knows you're a real man, but she wants to know if you're every inch the superior man you claim to be."

Ryan chuckled as Stef gave him a guilty look. He smiled as he said,

"Relax, baby, you're my girl now, and you'll be my girl tomorrow, no matter how we party today."

Stef looked at Ryan in surprise, before glancing at Mark's crotch. Was Ryan giving her a green light to be a slut? She wanted an exclusive relationship with him. But, this was just one night. She'd once told Ryan that she had a fantasy involving 2 versions of him in a threesome. Mark was the next best thing, and he and Ryan were good friends. Trish hadn't lied, though. Stef was eager to find out if Mark's superiority extended to his genitals.

Mark leaned back on the sofa and said,

"I'm not shy, Stef. If any of you girls want to see the goods...help yourselves. You won't be disappointed. My manmeat isn't anorexic like cuckham's. It works out and packs plenty of muscle."

Ron shrank every time Mark looked in his direction or made a derogatory remark. He was starting to feel like he was the unwanted guest in Mark's house.

Trish, who was sitting on Mark's right, turned towards him and said,

"Ok, stud, let's see if you're all talk."

Stef was holding her breath as Trish deftly unzipped Mark's pants and fished around inside. Everyone was watching as her hand pulled out a rapidly hardening cock. Ron couldn't stifle a gasp. It was by far the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Trish's fingers couldn't encircle the thick shaft as she slowly stroked his length.

Liz reached across from the other side and took over from Trish. Her fingers gently rubbed and squeezed the huge cock. Neither Ron or Stef could take their eyes off the erotic spectacle. Liz's red nails and gold rings added to the eroticism of the sight. Trish got up and said,

"Take a seat, Stef. Get a closer look at Mark's big, fat schlong. We need a unanimous verdict from the slut sisters."

Again, Stef looked at Ryan for approval. He gave her an encouraging wink and nodded. He wanted Stef to experience something really wild. The booze had practically made her inhibitions non existent. Mark was staring at her with a smug expression. Stef rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. Mark was an arrogant jerk. He probably thought he was irresistible. He'd probably cheated on all his past girlfriends and then bragged about it.

He was a man she once would have avoided like the plague. And now, all those factors seemed to add to his appeal. He was dangerous, gorgeous, and he was well hung. Not quite as big as Ryan, but Mark's cock was new, with unknown capabilities. Stef sat down beside him and watched Liz stroking him off. She tentatively reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. Even with both their hands on his cock, there was still plenty of room.

Mark's cock throbbed as it got even harder and he growled,

"Fuck yeah, you dirty sluts!"

That remark had Stef's pussy dripping heavily. She and Liz fought for cock as their hands pumped and twisted his heavy shaft. Mark suddenly pulled on the tie of Stef's shirt and her big tits burst free, jutting out and wobbling. His eyes were on stalks as he ogled the best pair of breasts he'd seen in a while, maybe ever.

Ron's head was all over the place. He stood up for a better view, aware that events were being taken to a whole new level. He couldn't get over the paranoid fear he felt. He watched Mark playing with his wife's tits as she and Liz both jerked him off. Their other hands roamed over his torso. Mark looked up at Ron with an evil smile that said, "I'm going to fuck your wife and there's nothing you can do about it." Ron gulped in fear. His shirt was soaked in sweat, but his dick was hard.

Trish tapped Liz on the shoulder and said,

"It's tag time, girl. Why don't you watch with Ryan? I'll show Mark how dirty a slut can be."

Liz got up and giggled as she high fived Trish to tag out.

"Looks like Stef really likes your beef schlong, Mark," Said Trish.

"The fucking slut loves it. She's a slut for big cock," He replied as he hefted her big tits and began sucking them.

Stef moaned out loud as her body jolted upright. The combination of Mark's mouth on her tits and his blunt vulgarity had sent her arousal soaring. No man had ever called her a fucking slut. For some reason, it turned her on. It was a turn on being spoken to like a common street whore. And it wasn't just Mark's crude language. It was because he was such a jerk, but he still thought he was better than everyone else.
Liz saw her chance to make a move on Ryan. He was sitting in an armchair watching the show as she sat on the armrest and said,

"I guess we'll have to keep each other company while we watch."

Ryan glanced at her long legs, and his mind began to wander. Stef was a little possessive, but this was one night and a one off. Plus, he was seriously buzzed, and Liz was looking pretty darned good.

"This spot's a little uncomfortable. Do you mind?" Asked Liz as she got up and sat on his lap. It was too late to say no, not that he wanted to. His cock was hard and she was sitting on it. He looked over at the sofa and saw Trish on her knees sucking on Mark's cock. Stef was watching with a hypnotic stare as she felt up his sixpack. Trish grabbed Stef's arm and gently pulled her down onto her knees.

Trish licked and slurped on Mark's throbbing cock for about 30 seconds, before she looked at Stef and nodded towards the big cock. Stef lunged for the shaft with her right hand and stuffed it into her mouth. She began frantically sucking on the swollen head as she vigorously pumped the thick shaft. Trish smiled as she pulled down Mark's pants. She wasn't expecting things to go this well. Clearly, Mark's obnoxious and arrogant personality pushed Stef's buttons.

Ron didn't know where to look. His senses were being bombarded from everywhere. To his left, Stef and Trish were taking turns sucking Mark's cock. To his right, Liz had straddled Ryan's thighs and was kissing and tonguing him passionately. Moans and sighs permeated the room. They were erotic and deafening sounds to him. The erotic chorus was abruptly punctuated by Mark's deep voice.

"Hey, Cuckham, get something to tie back your slut wife's hair. Do it now or I'll knock you the fuck out," He barked, menacingly. Ron was startled as he quickly left the room and headed upstairs. He was back in less than a minute with an elastic hair band. He saw how Stef's blonde hair was dragging over Mark's thighs and genitals. Ron gathered up her hair and tied it back into a ponytail. Mark gestured for him to move away and he retreated to his previous spot.

As Ron looked to his right, he was stunned by what he saw. Liz had Ryan's cock in her hand, and it was massive, even bigger than Mark's. Could Stef really get that thing inside her? Ryan had her tits out and was squeezing them together and sucking her nipples. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and Ron had an overwhelming urge to grab her ass. He resisted the urge and turned back to Stef.

He couldn't believe what was going on when he looked. Stef and Trish were both licking Mark's cockhead together. Their tongues were flicking out and swabbing the circumcised head. Then, as if choreographed, their lips began sliding up and down the shaft. They faced each other as they moved in sync, all the way to the base, and back up to the tip, before pausing to tongue lash the head.

Mark suddenly got to his feet and snarled,

"I'm close. Suck all that cum out, bitches."

Trish sucked his cock and jerked his shaft as Stef sucked his balls. After about 10 seconds, they switched. They kept up this routine for over a minute, until Mark pulled away and grabbed his cock. He started jerking off as he yelled,

"Oh, yeah...Gonna cum...Open your slut mouths!"

Trish pulled Stef close so that their cheeks were touching, as they opened their mouths wide. All 3 of them looked wildly excited as Mark grunted, and his cock erupted. Cum blasted out into Trish's mouth and streaked her lips and chin. The next 2 jets went straight into Stef's mouth. He redirected another double burst onto Trish's extended tongue. He wasn't quick enough as the next jet hit both their cheeks, before the next 2 covered Stef's lips and coated her tongue.

Ron's dick exploded in his pants as he watched in amazement. Stef and Trish had moved forward, desperate for more hot spunk as Mark's ejaculate lessened in intensity. He fed them both the last few jets, until their tongues shot out, licking up cum as it drizzled from his cock. Stef cupped his balls and rolled them, as Trish worked his shaft. Their efforts were rewarded by more cum oozing out slowly.

Eventually, they sat back on their heels as Mark collapsed onto the sofa. He looked at Stef with a smug look of triumph. She looked down, feeling submissive. She really was a slut for big cock. The more obnoxious Mark was, the more it turned her on. Her pussy was still dripping, and the sight of his naked body had her arousal surging through her body.

"I've wanted to get this cock inside me for so long, baby," Said Liz, huskily. Stef turned around to see that Liz was about to sit on Ryan's cock. Panic suddenly hit Stef, and she was about to stop them, when Trish put a hand on her shoulder and said,

"Calm down, Stef, she doesn't want to steal your man. Liz just wants to sample him. And you need to trust your slut sister."

Stef sighed as she watched them. Trish was always right. If she said it was ok, then it was cool. After all, Liz was her friend. She watched Liz slowly impale herself on Ryan's massive cock. It took 5 minutes of pumping and gyrating before she had him balls deep. She immediately threw her head back and came long and hard. She moaned and cried out again and again, as her orgasm kept peaking. Even Liz was surprised by the intensity of her orgasm.

When she finally came down, Ryan knew that Stef might be uncomfortable with this. He poked his head around her and looked at Stef. Imitating his earlier gesture, Stef winked at him and whispered,

"I love you."

As the fucking picked up pace, Ron fell to his knees in dejection. Stef really did love Ryan. And she was a slut. How could she suck Mark's cock and eat his cum? The man was a sexist pig and a bully.

Ron wanted to speak to Stef, but she went upstairs with Trish. He watched Liz furiously riding Ryan's cock. She held his shoulders as she bounced up and down with incredible speed. As her moans got more frantic, she suddenly let out a long guttural groan as she came. Drips of her juices flew out from their joined genitals. Ron quietly left the room to try to find Stef upstairs.

When he reached the upstairs landing, he discovered that Stef and Trish were in the bathroom. He sat in the bedroom wondering what to say to Stef. Demand an explanation? Demand she throw them all out? He looked up when the floor creaked and saw Mark standing in the doorway. The sight of his naked, muscular body made Ron jump in fright. His eyes were almost magnetically drawn to the long, hanging cock between Mark's legs.

Ron backed away as Mark walked towards him, smiling. Ron found himself being turned around and placed in some kind of hold that left him immobile. His feet came off the floor as he was lifted and carried to his office. He was dumped face down on the floor as he struggled and pleaded. Mark held him down with a foot on his back as he used a tie to rope Ron's wrists and ankles and tie them together. He left the room without a word, leaving the door ajar.

5 minutes later, Stef and Trish came back downstairs to find Liz slumped on the carpet. She was covered in sweat as she gasped,

"Holy shit, that was unreal. I've never cum so many times in my life."

Mark was back lounging on the sofa as he said,

"Damn, Stef, I thought you were a respectable wife and mother...but you're just a dirty, milf slut. You can't think straight when you see a big cock. And now you know your place; kneeling before a superior man."

Stef folded her arms and indignantly replied,

"Look, Mark, this was just a one time thing. I don't sleep around, and I'm not some dumb, blonde bimbo. You really should start treating women with more respect and stop being such a big headed, sexist jerk."

Even as she spoke, her eyes were on his cock as it rose from the sofa and filled with blood, growing and hardening.

"Wellll, I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not, and neither are you. As for it being one time, I'll discuss that with Ryan. You don't have any say. Anyway, your hormones and inner slut answer to me, right now. And I'm not done with your slut ass yet," Said Mark as he got up and walked towards her. Stef looked at Trish, who shrugged, then back at Mark, as his big cock pointed at her. She felt her resistance being crushed by his domineering personality.

Mark embraced her and kissed her hard. His hands lowered, groping and squeezing her ass. Stef realized it was true, she could barely think straight. She decided she would think straight tomorrow, and wrapped her arms around Mark, kissing and tonguing him back. He began removing her skimpy outfit as she jerked his cock. He walked her over to the sofa as she kicked off her thong.

Ryan watched in excited interest. He'd never seen this side of Stef before. He didn't see Mark as any kind of threat to their relationship. He was a one night stand kind of guy, using women and then dumping them. He was curious about Mark's ability to bring out Stef's submissive side. He glanced at Trish and Liz, who were sitting together, and also watching with rapt attention.

10 minutes later, Mark was pumping his cock into Stef's pussy as she laid on her back. She suddenly gripped his shoulders as she cried,

"Oh, God...ugh...I'm gonna cum...ugh...GODDDDD!"

Her body rose from the sofa and stiffened as she came, her toes curling. Her orgasm began to recede, then another one surged through her body. She was getting off on being watched. Getting off on being fucked by this arrogant, sexist pig.

Upstairs, Ron was rolling around, trying to free himself. That bastard Mark had tied him up like an expert. It was torture, as the sounds from downstairs reached him. He could hear Stef's cries and moans. Her orgasms were obvious, filling the house with high pitched screams. He never imagined this day could turn out like this. Frustration got the better of him, and close to tears, he shouted,

"Untie me, you bastard!...And then get out of my house!"

Trish just about heard Ron, and smirked at his tortured predicament. She was jerking Ryan's cock as she tried to watch Mark fucking Stef. They had changed positions, and Stef was now riding his cock with her back to him. Mark was holding her hips as he said,

"You're a dirty, milf slut, aren't you?"

Stef didn't want to answer, but as another orgasm neared, she cried,

"Yes..Yes...I'm a dirty, milf slut...I fucking love big, juicy cocks..OHHH!"

Her orgasm exploded, and her eyes rolled back as her juices flooded Mark's genitals. Her body jerked and shuddered as she moaned deliriously. Mark was impressed by her fitness. She'd been in this position for nearly 20 minutes, and she was still riding him with unbelievable vigor, rising high before slamming down hard, forcing every inch of his thick cock deep inside her pussy repeatedly.

10 minutes later, they switched again. This time, Mark lay on his back as Stef rode his cock, facing him. She leaned forward, rocking back and forth. She stared at his face, wanting to wipe that smug look off of it. She was on the precipice of an orgasm as she growled,

"You're a fucking idiot. I feel sorry for the woman you settle down with. You're lucky you have a big cock, a gorgeous body and you're so good looking because you have zero personality."

Even Mark seemed a little taken aback by her tirade. She smiled gleefully at his sudden change of expression. She started cumming as she leaned on his chest. Her pussy tightened around his cock as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Mark couldn't hold out much longer as his cock began throbbing uncontrollably. He grabbed her tits and gasped,

"Gonna blow...Where do you want my arrogant, sexist cum, you slut?"

Stef knew that a big cock cumming inside her would give her another orgasm. Probably a huge one. She pumped faster and pleaded,

"Cum inside me, Mark...You arrogant jerk. Fill me with your hot spunk, please. Give me your superior seed, baby...PLEASE!"

Mark nodded and then grunted, as Stef rocked back to his balls. His cock twitched and exploded, spewing cum inside her. Stef came immediately, bucking and spasming wildly.

Ron was rubbing his bonds against a splintered table leg, trying to tear it. He didn't know how long he'd been tied up, but it seemed like 2 or 3 hours. It was dark and things had quietened downstairs. People had visited the bathroom, but no one checked on him. Some of the sounds he heard earlier had been utterly wild. In fact, if he found out that Mark had killed Stef, it wouldn't have shocked him. Some of her screams sounded blood curdling.

He managed to make a tear in the tie and eventually it ripped through. After another 5 minutes of struggling he was finally free. His hands and feet were numb from being tied tightly for so long. He got to his feet and went straight to the bathroom to drink some water. Then, he headed for the stairs. As he descended the steps, he heard Stef moan. It seemed as if after each step there was another, each moan getting louder. He reached the hallway and silently walked to the living room.

When he looked in from the doorway, he couldn't believe what he saw. Stef was on all fours, with Ryan's cock pounding her pussy as Mark was rubbing his cock all over her face. She was kissing and licking his shaft every time it came near her mouth.

"So, I'm a fucking idiot? An arrogant pig, is that right, you dirty, milf slut?" Demanded Mark as he pulled her ponytail.

Stef was forced to look up at him as she replied,

"No...You're all man, a real man, a superior man. You and Ryan deserve to be worshipped. And I'm goi..."

Her words were cut short by Mark's cock being shoved into her mouth. He held her head and tilted it upwards as he pushed it in deeper. He kept inching it deeper until his balls were resting on her chin. Stef had his entire cock down her throat.

Ron made a gargled groan as he pulled out his dick and jerked off. Trish and Liz both heard him, and turned to see him masturbating, mouth open, red faced and wide eyed. He wasn't bothered that he'd been seen. He was too far gone. He watched Stef being spit roasted by the 2 muscular men. The whole scene seemed bizarre. Trish and Liz were both naked in the armchairs watching, as they sipped their drinks. What would the neighbors think if they could see all this?

Ron knew Stef was cumming when she bucked and made muffled moans. As Mark pulled out his cock, she gasped and said,

"Oh, my God, I swallowed your whole cock."

Saliva dripped from Mark's big cock. Even his large balls were wet with her spit. The men switched positions, and now it was Ryan sliding his cock down her throat. Again, Stef took in inch after inch, until she swallowed it all, his fat cockhead bulging her throat.

"JEEEEEZE!" Cried Ron as he ejaculated. The intensity of his climax left him feeling weak. His legs gave way and he crumpled to his knees. He watched from the floor as Stef was fucked to one orgasm after another. He couldn't believe it when they stopped. Neither Ryan or Mark had cum. The 2 men briefly spoke to each other, and then Ryan pulled Stef to her feet, and told her to ride his cock as he got on his back.

Stef immediately straddled his waist and impaled herself on his cock, moaning loudly as she did so. He pulled her down and played with her big tits as he speared in and out of her pussy. Stef felt a wave of energy reenergize her as a finger probed her ass. She froze, as she felt her rectum being penetrated by something cold as the finger went deeper. Then, there were 2 fingers spreading her open, and she knew what would penetrate her next.

Trish and Liz had both had anal sex, and they both recommended it. Stef wanted to emulate them. She could see that Ryan wanted her to do it, and she looked at him and nodded. Mark's cock probed and pushed for a while, until the head eased into her. For the next 10 minutes, he worked in more and more cock as Stef gasped and grimaced. Her ass was being stretched, and she felt a burning pain as he went deeper.

Gradually, the pain lessened as Ryan sucked her nipples and his cock stirred her pussy. An intense feeling began to mount in her body. She began moaning and grunting as it rose and erupted. She cried,

"Goddddd!...It's so gooddd!...I'm cumming...SO HARD!...OHHH!"

Her head twisted left and right as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She felt like her tits, pussy and ass were all cumming in unison. She saw stars as Mark's cock was driven in to the hilt.

Ron's dick was hard again as he watched Stef being dp'd. He couldn't believe she was being ass fucked. She didn't even like talking about anal sex. She'd always said, the anus was for defecating. That was its sole purpose. Now, here she was with 2 massive cocks in her ass and pussy. She looked delirious, as huge orgasms overwhelmed her. Even she looked astounded by the magnitude of her orgasms.

Eventually, Ryan and Mark both pulled their cocks out of her. Stef was totally exhausted as they rolled her onto her back. They both began jerking off as she watched them through heavy eyes and murmured,

"Cum all over me. Empty those big balls and hose me with hot spunk."

Mark came first, grunting loudly as he fired cum over her big tits. It was his fourth ejaculation and his quantity was reduced by about a third. He still managed to splatter her tits, though.

30 seconds later, Ryan moved closer and groaned as he too came. A thick jet of cum hit Stef's cheek, lips and tongue. Another jet streaked along her chin and neck. He aimed lower, as the next burst left a trail between her tits to her right hip. The remaining jets splattered her stomach, as cum pooled in her belly button. Her upper body was streaked with the white liquid, as she scooped some up with her index finger and licked it.

Ron was totally hypnotized by what he saw next. Trish and Liz quickly walked over to the sofa and knelt beside it. Stef looked at them with curiosity. Trish just smiled and said,

"Keep still and relax, Stef. Don't feel awkward. We're sisters, now."

Then, Trish lowered her face and licked the cum from Stef's cheek, and moved down to her chin and neck. Liz was licking up the cream from Stef's belly.

Trish reached her tits and took long, slow licks across Stef's ample tit flesh. Stef was already squirming on the sofa, but when Trish's tongue flicked her nipple, her body jolted. Liz's finger began rolling Stef's clit, and she opened her legs wider. Trish and Liz's faces slowly moved closer, until their tongues were an inch apart. The last of the cum was swabbed, and then their tongues snaked together as they began an open mouthed, tongue swapping kiss.

Stef could see the thick spunk moving from tongue to tongue, as their lips briefly separated. As Liz's finger continued to strum hard on her clit, Stef's orgasm exploded. She shook and convulsed as her hips thrust into Liz's hand. Cum dribbled from Ron's dick as he watched in amazement. When it was over, he crawled out of the room before Mark could notice him. He didn't want to hear any more derogatory comments or be manhandled again.

It was 8am when Ron groggily woke up. He was suddenly aware of where he was and what had happened. He left the spare bedroom and walked towards the bathroom. He quietly opened the door of the master bedroom and saw Stef and Ryan, both completely naked on the bed. Her head was on his chest, and his arm was around her. They looked like a couple sleeping after their honeymoon night.

Ron had a shower and dressed. As he was about to go downstairs, he heard moans and sighs in the bedroom. Stef and Ryan had woken, and were having sex in the missionary position. Her legs were wrapped around his ass as he slowly pumped his massive cock into her. Ron began silently masturbating as he watched. He couldn't help it, he had to. He made it to 3 minutes, and then ejaculated. He went downstairs on unsteady legs.
It was over an hour before Stef finally came downstairs. She made herself a coffee, and then walked into the living room. Her hair was damp after showering, and she wore her short robe with heeled slippers. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Ron said,

"So, has your inner slut been satisfied, Stef? You're a 36 year old wife and mother, for Christ's sake."

Stef sat in an armchair and crossed her legs as she replied,

"So, you expect me to go back to a small dick that cums in 2 minutes? I need a big cock that can do me for hours, and big balls that can produce huge amounts of hot spunk. I'm afraid there are going to be some changes, whether you can handle them or not."

"What does that mean?" Asked Ron, suddenly apprehensive.

"My relationship with Ryan will continue. We're in love, but it won't really change our arrangement. You've been a good provider and father. If you can't handle that, you'll have to leave. But, the day after you go, Ryan will move in. He might move in, anyway. We'll see. If you can handle it, you'll be eating plenty of cream pies. I'll keep you satisfied with hand jobs. And sometimes you'll get to watch Ryan fucking the shit out of me," Replied Stef, plainly.

Ron began to perspire, as he listened to Stef continue,

"You might get to watch me having a threesome with Ryan and Mark. I know Mark's an asshole, big headed and obnoxious, but he really turns me on. If he comes over, you'll have to submit to the superiority of a real man. If you don't, he'll probably beat you into submission. If you're lucky, Trish and Liz might feed you cream pies, too. Does all that sound amenable to you Ron?"

Stef was grinning as she asked the question. Ron was aware that his dick was throbbing again. He imagined the future she'd described...watching incredible sex, eating cream pies, maybe from all 3 sluts. But, what about that bastard Mark? That fucker was scary. All Ron had to do was bow down to him and accept his superiority. That was no big deal, Mark was clearly a superior man, after all. Finally, he cleared his throat and mumbled,

"Yeah, I can live with that."