The Devil 's Pact
by mypenname3000
copyright 2013

The Devil 's pact, narration from the Best Buy Incident : Playing at Cuckoldry

Note : This takes place a calendar week after Chapter 3 involving Bill and Erin Connar and how their aliveness were changed after the Best Buy Incident.

The car pulled into the my driveway. It was Saturday night, and I was hiding in my bedroom W.C., raw, waiting for my wife to get home with whatever guy she picked up at the bar. My cock was severely in expectancy of watching my loving wife fuck a unusual man, while I played the cuckold.

Our biography changed the day my wife and I walked into that Best Buy. It had been a Th morning, June 6th, 2013, a little over a calendar week ago. We had been browsing the store, shopping for a new washer and drier set, when Mark Glassner, for reason 's the office still can not tell us, flooded the Best Buy with some gas that made everyone, well, have sex. An saturnalia happened. The medium dubbed it the Charles Herbert Best Buy Incident. I watched my beautiful wife, Erin, get fucked by three dissimilar guys, including the man responsible for the entire outcome, Saint Mark Glassner.

And every clip it happened, I got extremely turned on as I watched my wife writhe and cum on another man 's turncock. And then I would enjoy sloppy secondment within my wife 's pussy. It was a weird mix of jealousy and lecherousness as I watched my wife being so wanton with another man, watching someone else 's cock shoot his sperm cell into my wife 's uterus. And then I would be on her, fucking her as hard as I could, proving that my cock was better than the one she just had.

"That 's the dick I love,"Erin had moaned when I shoved my hammer into her impertinently have a go at it snatch."Uhmm, fuck me poster ! designate me how a existent man fucks a woman !"

Even after we left the just Buy, and were freed from the weird, inhibition-numbing consequence of the gas, I could remember those words and how much they boosted my ego. My wife enjoyed my cock more than any of the other men that tried to consider my blank space. It was my cock that Erin was hot for, not those some other guy. She even fucked a black guy and their purportedly jumbo cocks.

Once you go total darkness, you never go back, the saying went. fountainhead, my wife did go blackness, and she happily came back for my pecker. How could you not get addicted to that.

I just could n't get the ikon out of my psyche of my wife gasping and moaning beneath another man, her cunt frothy with another man 's spunk, and how wet and slippery she was when I thrust my cock inside her, how she moaned and cooed in my ear, telling me how much safe my cock was. Those simulacrum filled my judgment as the paramedics check us out, as we rode to the infirmary in the back of an ambulance.

I had to see my wife with another man, I realized. When we were getting pocked and prodded by doctors and nursemaid at goodness Sam hospital while they tried to figure out what Mark Glassner did to all of us, I kept imagining my married woman doing all these filthy things. I pictured the young doctor with his public square jaw and boyish good looks, bending my wife over the exam table and lifting up her hospital gown and just plowing into her, the wanton look my wife would get as she slammed her hips back into him, begging him to cum in her hook up with cunt.

When the cop came to ask our statement, I fantasized about him strip searching my wife, doing a tooth decay search on my wife 's kitty. And she would get so wet as his finger probed her twat, she would be panting like a cunt in heat, desperate for a dick to fill her. Then the cop would say he needed to use a different tool to search her cunt. His tool would come out and he would lead off to fuck my wife.

"search my naughty, married cunt,"my wife moaned in my illusion."Oh yes, your tool is searching my pussy so thoroughly. If you keep searching, I 'll definitely give you what your looking for !"

When we got home, I was so horny. I asked if my wife if she wanted a foot massage and she gave me a shy smile. My understructure massages always ended up with us in the bedroom. My wife went to sneak into something more comfortable, and came down in a short, mauve silk robe that clung to her dead body like a second skin. A grin was on her beautiful face, her Pomaderris apetala eye twinkling with prediction. Her colored blonde hair fell loosely about her shoulders and her round melon vine swayed beneath the loosely link robe, her nipples hard power point on against the silk.

As I massaged her groundwork, she would shift her branch and I would capture glance of her shaved pussy, shadowed between her second joint. My wife could be such a minx."That was pretty natural state, today,"I said, a carefully, illumine tone.

Erin 's human face flushed red."Um, it was okay, I guess. I mean, nothing that happened was really us, right ?"There was a hopeful tone to her voice. She was occupy that I resented her for fucking those other men.

"No, it did n't count,"I told her, kissing the sole of her animal foot, briefly."But it was ... exciting."

Erin looked at me, curious, maybe a niggling hopeful, even."Which contribution ?"

Her branch shifted, a brief glimpse of her shaved pussy. Was that moisture I saw beading her vulva ? What had gotten my wife excited ? My foot massage ? Or was she remembering the men she had fucked today."observation you,"I told her, staring into her hazel eyes.

The two words hung in the air between us. Erin licked her lips. We both felt it, our relationship was about to deepen, and it was all up to Erin. I kept rubbing her feet as she thought, my thumbs kneading the soles of her feet."Is that what you really want ?"she finally asked.

"I ca n't stop thinking about it,"I told her.

She took a deep breather."Nor can I,"she said, half a whispering."I ... I love you, but it was exciting, knowing you were watching. I could experience your jealousy, your luxuria for me !"A smile creased her sassing."It made me finger so desired ! By you, by the man in me ! I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world."

She unbelted her robe, her round breasts appearing as the robe fell away. Her nipples were heavily, pink."Thank you for the massage, measure,"she said, huskily, standing up. I watched her cordate ass sway as she walked upstairs."Coming dear ?"

That night we pretended I was unlike people. The medico from the hospital, the cop giving her a cavity search, and grade Glassner himself. I could n't believe I had another three seed inside my balls, and I do n't even bonk how many times Erin came. It was nearly three in the morning when we stopped, both of us holding each other tightly in are meditate sheets.

"How do we do this ?"Erin asked.

I was too tired to suffice and fell asleep holding my beautiful wife. Good thing we had one day left on our vacation, because neither of us were fit for oeuvre the next morning. We napped the day away, and that night, we went to the Lucky Cowgirl Bar. We entered separately, Erin in a duet of tight jeans, and a low cut, blouse and a push-up bra to clear her boob really look round and good. I found a board and nursed a beer as I watched Erin flirting with various guys.

The guys were drawn to her beauty, her sexuality. She looked really into it, laughing and touching the men. green-eyed monster and lust warred inside me. She looked so lifelike, so glad. Throwing back her head as she laughed, thrusting her chest forward so the guys could look down her top. She should be laughing like that for me. Every so often, she would glance at me, seeing me watching and she would get more bold. Soon, her hands were rubbing one of the guys leg, then his crotch. And the man was getting bluff, too. He was touching my wife 's stifle, her thighs, then he was between her branch, rubbing her bitch through the crotch of her jeans.

The green-eyed monster was a burning a hole in my stomach and my cock was an branding iron rod in my trouser, aching to be released. Only I should be touching Erin there. She was my wife. We swore vows to be always fold and she was happily breaking those vows with some guy she just met at a bar. The hussy. My beautiful, loving hussy.

The man leaned over, whispering something in her ear and she gave a wicked laugh. The man stood up and led her to the men 's way. I finished my beer, my cock was hard in my pants. A sick touch roiled in my guts. My wife was getting fucked in the bathroom of this dive bar. I waited a instant, and then followed them in. The death stall was occupied and I could discover a soft groan, the wet sound of a cock sliding into a moist cunt. I got into the stall future to them.

For a bit there was only breathing. And then, the rustle of clothing, panting breathes, the sloppy sound of a twat getting reaming by a hard cock. My wife 's wet cunt getting reamed by mortal else 's hard cock. The guy was fucking her harder, I could hear shape slapping against flesh. A low, throaty groan from my married woman, she was enjoying it, the slovenly woman. Sweat broke out across my skin, my abdomen sunk and churned with jealousy, and my hammer was hard. I unzipped my pants and spit on my palms.

"So cockeyed !"the guy fucking my married woman muttered and my married woman gave a delightful squeal.

I started stroking my cock, trying to picture what was going on in there. Was she bent over the toilet, getting fucked from behind, her jean bunched up around her mortise joint. Was she sitting on the toilet, her ramification go around wide and the guy plunging into her married slit, hammering away at my darling wife 's puss. Or maybe he was the one sitting on the toilet, and my wife was straddling him, riding his hard cock while he sucked on her tits.

"Hmm, you feel so near,"my wife moaned."Harder !"

"There 's soul in the succeeding stall,"the guy protested.

"Let him get word. I bet he could use the cheap thrill !"The slap of anatomy grew louder, faster. I stroked my rooster faster, matching the musical rhythm of their fucking."Ooh, yes, stud ! God, you 're fucking my slit so sleep with well !"

"You 're such a dirty strumpet,"the man moaned."Goddamn, I 'm gon na cum."

"Oh, do n't pull out, I 'm on the anovulant and I love to feel a man shooting inside me !"

"Well here it comes, sister !"

quartet more slaps of flesh and then a low, groan from the guy.

"Ohh, flood my twat, stud ! Hmm, I 'm cumming, yes, yes ! Fuck, yes !"

There was only grueling breathing coming from the stand and then the metal rasp of a zipper, leather rubbing on metal as a belt was buckled."Ohh, that was heavy. You want to get out of here, or something, baby."

"Maybe,"my wife purred,"why do n't you go get us some drinks while I get cleaned up."

"Sure,"the guy answered, the cubicle opened and he left.

I waited a minute and slipped out of the cubicle, one script holding my bloomers up, my cock jutting hard before me as I opened the dilly-dally door. My wife was leaning over the toilet, her ass pointing at me and I could see her freshly fucked cunt between her aerodynamic thigh. Her pussy was wet and dripping white cum that ran thickly down her thighs.

She shook her ass and moaned,"Thank god, poster, I need to cum real bad !"

"I thought you just did, Erin ?"

"That guy shot off too fast. I had to fake it,"Erin complained."I need my married man to finish the job."

I let go of my pants, they dropped down to my articulatio talocruralis. Did she really fake it, or was she just saying that to make me feel better ? My cock was hard, pointing at my married woman 's cunt, it really did n't matter if she enjoyed. All that mattered was that she enjoyed me more. That I could meet her meliorate than the stranger that just fucked her. I rubbed the prick up and down on her puss, and then I was inside her soggy cunt. My wife moaned happily as I slid in and she looked back at me.

"There 's the cock I love,"she moaned. I leaned in, draping myself across her back as I fucked her and we kissed."Now, make me cum, dot, with your big peter !"

I fucked my wife hard, sliding a hand up her blouse to her breasts cupped in her bra. I pushed my hands into her bra loving cup and kneaded her diffused mamilla. Her mamilla were hard against my deal and she moaned appreciatively as I played with her sensitive nubs. I was fucking her harder and faster, enjoying her very wet and miserly bitch.

"Oh, Bill, that 's so good,"she moaned."Umm, yes, fuck me ! nooky your slutty wife !"

"You were such a bad married woman,"I growled, my seawall slamming into her."Moaning and cooing for that guy, letting him flummox his cock inside you."

"His little pricking,"she corrected with a moan."I was very bad, so let my naughty puss make it up to you."She gave a throaty joke that turned into a groan of pleasance."Hmm, you 're making me cum, Bill, with your big hammer ! Yes, yes ! Ohh, fuck I love you, Bill !"

I was better than that guy ! He could n't even satisfy my married woman. But I could. Her bitch was pulsing on my cock, rippling along the duration of my irradiation as her orgasm trembled throughout her soundbox. I was getting closer to my own cum. My thrust were becoming more powerful, burying my cock all the way inside her, then pulling slowly back, and burying deep into her warm profoundness, again. I groaned as my cum shot into her, washing her cunt clean of that other 's guys spunk.

The guy was still waiting at the bar when we came out of the bathroom, limb about each other 's waist. He stood up, his mouth open in cushion and then he sat back down at the bar, not sure as shooting what to do, former than down his drink. My wife did n't even give him a second gear glance. When we got home, we made love in the shower after we cleaned that man 's filth off my wife.

The next dark, I watched Erin getting fucked in the dirty bowling alley behind the Drunken Pugilist. The guy she was fucking did n't seem to handle that I was watching, and I did n't manage when he watched us as he smoked a cigaret. All I cared about was how a good deal louder my wife moaned for me than for the guy smoking his cigarette.

Billy Sunday morning we went to church, and I imagined her slipping off into the bathroom and getting fucked by our sermoniser. Sunday evening we were at American English Joes and I was listening to my wife getting nailed through a bathroom stalling while I jerked my cock. I came at the same times as the guy came in my wife, spraying my cum on the stall door. That guy lasted long enough for my married woman to cum for real with him. But I gave it to Erin better. I had just cum so I was going to last awhile, a just, yearn roll in the hay in the bathroom, and she came three times on my hammer before I flooded her blue pussy.

Monday came, and our vacation was over. The work week dragged by so slowly. We just did n't accept meter to go to a bar and troll for a stranger. But, each night, we made love again, talking about what we 'd like to do this weekend, which bars we 'd go to, what outfits Erin would bust while she hunted for guys.

When Friday came, we were at Red Deer Tavern, and Erin got fucked in the backseat of some Guy car. When she finished, I pulled her into the backseat of our Kia and fucked her sloppy cunt hard and fast.

It was Erin 's idea for her to go to the bar alone and that 's how I ended up in our bedroom loo, naked, on a Sat night. My wife had just texted me she was on her way with a guy. My cock was achingly gruelling when I heard the car pull into the private road. I left our chamber windowpane spread and I could just take heed their footsteps and my married woman 's wanton giggles. The door unresolved, and the phone of my wife and her lover stumbling up the stairs drifted up to me.

I started to slowly jerk my cock.

The door opened and I could just see them through the slats of the closet door as Erin walked in backwards, kissing a young, tall guy, pulling his shirt off, exposing his hefty chest. Jealousy roiled in my stomach as I watched them kiss. This was the first of her lovers that she 'd actually kissed, and passionately at that, their lingua wrestling in each other 's lip. I stroked my prick a little faster, giving my cock a unshakable squeeze as I jerked it. That 's my wife your caressing, asshole !

The young man threw my wife down onto our marital bed. My stomach felt like it was up in my throat. I had never felt so covetous in my life. I was pounding my cock so knockout. I had never been so excited in my entire life. I was stroking my tool like there was no tomorrow. The young man was hiking up my married woman 's chick, her hands fumbling at his belt ammunition, pulling his turncock out of his knickers and gave it a few strokes. Her panties came off, hurl across the room to land right in front of the closet. I could see the weaken stopover in the gusset of my wife 's scanty.

I flogged my bishop harder.

Both of them were panting so loudly they drowned out the slapping noise my hand made against my groin as I furiously jacked off my cock. I moaned through gritted teeth as I shot ropy cum all across our closet door as my married woman moaned wantonly as the Thomas Young man slid into her wet cunt. His pants slipped down, exposing his blanch ass as he fucked my wife operose and fast.

He came in less than five minutes, rolling off my wife and panting as he looked up at the ceiling. My wife set up on her cubitus, giving the guy an rag look. He did n't last long enough to let her cum. My married woman bent down and started licking at his cock, trying to get it hard. Christ, she wanted a irregular cycle. As life grew in her lover 's cock, my own cock found a renewed vigor, hardening in my deal, and I began to slowly jack off again.

"God you 're good at sucking cock,"the guy moaned."If I was your husband, I 'd proceed you so satisfied that you would n't involve to cheat on me."

My wife gave a throaty joke."Are you so sure about that, you did n't even last long enough for me to cum."

"I 'll last-place prospicient the arcsecond time,"the guy boasted."You 'll add up so hard, you 'll blank out all about that married man of yours and just want me."

"We 'll see,"my wife said, stroking his cock."You ready for round two, stud."

"Yeah, baby,"he moaned. My wife straddled him, facing the closet, her eyes seeking me out behind the spline."Reverse cowgirl, nice !"the guy moaned as his hammer was engulfed in my wife 's pussy.

My wife started to slowly drive him, her hips writhing from incline to side as she rose up and down. She licked her rim, then pulled down the strawman of her dress, exposing her daily round breasts. She licked a digit, and then slowly circled a concentrated teat. There was a repelling smile on her face as she put on a sexy show for me.

"Fuck, you 're tight, baby,"the guy moaned."Your hubby is an idiot for not keeping such a hot bit of ass locked down."

Erin giggled, tossing her bleach blonde hair's-breadth as she rode him faster and faster. She brought her finger up to her rim again, her tongue slowly licking the finger's breadth like it was a cock, then she reached down and began rubbing her clitoris in slow, gentle rope. Her breasts were heaving as she went up and down on his hard spear, truehearted and faster. Her hips were rolling and the guy was moaning wordlessly as she fucked him.

"Ohh, I 'm gon na cum,"my wife moaned, still staring at me through the closet door."Watch me cum, honey, watch me cum !"I 'm watching you, Erin, I thought, as I stroked my cock. Erin threw her head back, her oculus squeezing shut as her torso shivered atop the guy.

"piece of tail, that felt like a good one, baby,"the guy asked. He was starting to thrust his stopcock up into my wife as she rode him.

"It was a great cum,"Erin husked, licking her finger as she stared at me. She nodded.

I sent the text.

"I 'm getting close, baby,"the guy moaned."Keep riding my hammer ! Fuck you feel so good !"

Erin 's phone chirped."Crap, it might be my husband !"

"screw, I was so close-fitting,"the guy moaned in dashing hopes as Erin got off his prick and pulled her phone out of her purse."Just ignore the fucking textual matter and get back to bed, babe ! I need to cum so bad ! Your pussy felt so fucking amazing."

"turd !"she cursed."My husband 's going to be home in five minute ! You got ta go ! He has a abominable temper ! He ca n't retrieve you here !"Her panic sounded real.

"nooky,"the guy shouted, standing up, his cock wilting in fear. He rolled off the bed and tripped on his tangled up knickers, falling flat on his grimace. My wife bit her hand to choke her jest. The guy got back on his feet, grabbed his throw out shirt and raced out of the house.

Erin walked to our bathroom, laughing the intact way. I opened the closet threshold and followed her into the bathroom. Her dress was still hiked up over her waist and I could see a single streak of cum working its way down her intimate thigh. She was filling a small looking glass with pee and then rinsed her backtalk out.

"Blegh, that guy smoked,"she grimaced as I walked up behind her, rubbing my peter on her ass."You better give me a good nookie, Bill,"she told me as I kissed her shoulder."You owe me, William Connar. You owe me for all the disgusting guy I let paw at my trunk. For your amusement, I might add."

"I love you, Erin,"I whispered as my cock slipped between her spread legs, prodding at her wet kitty lips.

She reached down, guiding the cock inside her pickle, wet with another man 's cum."I love you, Bill. Uuhh, and I love your big shaft, too. I had rub my own little clit to get a cum out of that guy and his fiddling dick !"

I fucked her slowly, my paw reaching around to play with her soft bosom. Her hips were rotating slowly, matching my pace. Then I started thrusting hard as I played with her hard mammilla. Erin 's eyes opened in pleasure and surprisal, a throaty moan escaped her lips as I fucked her faster.

"Did you hear that guy"Erin asked as, her ass rubbing against my mole as we fucked, pillowy lenient."He thought his minuscule putz could satisfy me more than my husband 's big hammer !"

"I love you Erin,"I moaned into her ear."Thank you for being the comfortably married woman !"

She let out a throaty moan."Your welcome,"she purred."Now fuck me, stud !"

"What should we do tomorrow night ?"I asked my wife as I drove my stopcock faster and harder inside her sopping cunt, the bathroom filling with the slap of flesh.

"Why do n't we ... ohh ... stay in and ... uhhh ... order a pizza,"Erin moaned, her body trembling in my weapon"and I 'll give the ... uuuhmmm ... the driver a very expert tip."

Her cunt was milking my cock as she came in my arms. She did n't need to play with her clit to cum for me. I drove my dick once more up into her and flooded her juicy pussy with another onus of cum."What if it 's a adult female number one wood ?"I asked.

"Would you like to see me with a woman ?"Erin asked, turning around to face me.

I cupped her lip and kissed her softly."I 'd love to see you with a woman."

Erin smiled saucily at me."wellspring, Bill, I 'd have it off to see you fuck another woman and figure out your cum out of her twat. I 've been thinking about it ever since Best Buy and I watched you fuck that girl."

"Why did n't you say that Oklahoman ?"

"I was having so a great deal fun making you overjealous,"Erin confessed with a laugh."You make me cum so hard when you 're all jealous."

I laughed and scooped my married woman up in my arms and carried her to bed to make love to her again. We were going to be very outwear for Christian church in the dawning .