The Devil 's pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

The Devil 's Pact, Tales from the best Buy Incident : playing at Cuckoldry

promissory note : This takes property a week after Chapter 3 involving poster and Erin Connar and how their lives were changed after the Best Buy Incident.

The car pulled into the my drive. It was Saturday night, and I was hiding in my bedroom closet, naked, waiting for my wife to get home with whatever guy she picked up at the bar. My cock was hard in expectancy of watching my loving wife fuck a foreign man, while I played the cuckold.

Our liveliness changed the day my wife and I walked into that advantageously Buy. It had been a Thursday morning, June 6th, 2013, a little over a week ago. We had been browsing the store, shopping for a new washer and drier set, when chump Glassner, for rationality 's the authorities still can not tell us, flooded the Best Buy with some gas that made everyone, well, have sex. An binge happened. The media dubbed it the Best Buy Incident. I watched my beautiful wife, Erin, get fucked by three different guy, including the man responsible for the entire event, Mark Glassner.

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

"That 's the dick I love,"Erin had moaned when I shoved my cock into her impertinently fucked pussy."Uhmm, fuck me Bill ! Show me how a real man fucks a woman !"

Even after we left the Best Buy, and were freed from the weird, inhibition-numbing effect of the gas, I could remember those Logos and how much they boosted my ego. My wife enjoyed my shaft more than any of the other men that tried to conduct my post. It was my cock that Erin was hot for, not those some former guys. She even fucked a black guy and their purportedly giant cocks.

Once you go dim, you never go back, the saying went. Well, my wife did go grim, and she happily came back for my rooster. How could you not get addicted to that.

I just could n't get the image out of my mind of my wife gasping and moaning beneath another man, her cunt frothy with another man 's punk, and how wet and tricky she was when I thrust my cock inside her, how she moaned and cooed in my ear, telling me how a lot intimately my prick was. Those images filled my mind as the paramedics check us out, as we rode to the hospital in the spine of an ambulance.

I had to see my wife with another man, I realized. When we were getting pocked and prodded by doctors and nurses at Good Sam hospital while they tried to figure out what Mark Glassner did to all of us, I kept imagining my wife doing all these cruddy things. I pictured the young doctor with his public square jaw and boyish salutary looks, bending my wife over the exam table and lifting up her infirmary 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 marry cunt.

When the cop came to take in our affirmation, I fantasized about him strip searching my wife, doing a cavity lookup on my wife 's kitty. And she would get so wet as his finger probed her kitty, she would be panting like a bitch in heat energy, desperate for a cock to fill her. Then the cop would say he needed to use a different tool to look her cunt. His cock would fare out and he would begin to get laid my wife.

"Search my naughty, married puss,"my wife moaned in my fantasy."Oh yes, your prick is searching my puss so thoroughly. If you keep searching, I 'll definitely impart 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 foot massages always ended up with us in the sleeping room. My wife went to slip into something more comfortable, and came down in a short, mauve silk robe that clung to her consistency like a indorse tegument. A smile was on her beautiful typeface, her hazel center twinkling with anticipation. Her colored blond whisker fell loosely about her shoulders and her circle melons swayed beneath the loosely tied robe, her teat intemperate item on against the silk.

As I massaged her animal foot, she would agitate her stage and I would catch up with coup d'oeil of her shaved pussy, shadowed between her thighs. My wife could be such a flirt."That was pretty wild, today,"I said, a carefully, get off tone.

Erin 's side flushed red."Um, it was okay, I guess. I mean, nothing that happened was really us, right ?"There was a promising whole tone to her articulation. She was worried that I resented her for fucking those early men.

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

Erin looked at me, curious, maybe a little hopeful, even."Which part ?"

Her legs shifted, a abbreviated glimpse of her knock off snatch. Was that wet I saw beading her vulva ? What had gotten my wife excited ? My foot massage ? Or was she remembering the men she had fucked today."Watching you,"I told her, staring into her hazel eyes.

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

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

She took a recondite breath."Nor can I,"she said, half a voicelessness."I ... I love you, but it was exciting, knowing you were watching. I could find your green-eyed monster, your lust for me !"A smile creased her lips."It made me feel so desired ! By you, by the man in me ! I felt like the most beautiful charwoman in the world."

She unbelted her robe, her round of golf breasts appearing as the gown fell away. Her nipple were tough, pink."Thank you for the massage, bank note,"she said, huskily, standing up. I watched her heart-shaped ass sway as she walked upstairs."Coming dear ?"

That night we pretended I was different hoi polloi. The Dr. from the infirmary, the cop giving her a cavity search, and Mark Glassner himself. I could n't believe I had another three seed inside my lump, and I do n't even know how many times Erin came. It was nearly three in the aurora when we stopped, both of us holding each other tightly in are chew over piece of paper.

"How do we do this ?"Erin asked.

I was too tired to answer and fell asleep holding my beautiful married woman. undecomposed thing we had one day left on our holiday, because neither of us were fit for work the next dayspring. We napped the day away, and that dark, we went to the Lucky Cowgirl Bar. We entered separately, Erin in a pair of tight jeans, and a low cut, blouse and a push-up bra to make her tits really look round and wide. I found a mesa and nursed a beer as I watched Erin flirting with several guys.

The guys were drawn to her beauty, her sexuality. She looked really into it, laughing and touching the men. jealousy and lust warred inside me. She looked so instinctive, so well-chosen. Throwing back her head as she laughed, thrusting her breasts forward so the Guy could look down her top. She should be laughing like that for me. Every so often, she would glint at me, seeing me watching and she would get more bold. Soon, her hands were rubbing one of the guys legs, then his crotch. And the man was getting bold, too. He was touching my wife 's knees, her thighs, then he was between her wooden leg, rubbing her cunt through the crotch of her jeans.

The jealousy was a burning a hole in my stomach and my turncock was an branding iron rod in my drawers, aching to be released. Only I should be touching Erin there. She was my wife. We swore vows to be always congregation 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 gag. The man stood up and led her to the men 's room. I finished my beer, my prick was hard in my pants. A sick flavor roiled in my guts. My wife was getting fucked in the bathroom of this diving bar. I waited a second, and then followed them in. The last stall was occupied and I could see a soft moan, the wet sound of a cock sliding into a moist twat. I got into the stall next to them.

For a minute there was only breathing. And then, the rustle of clothing, panting breathes, the sloppy sound of a puss getting reaming by a hard putz. My married woman 's wet twat getting reamed by someone else 's laborious shaft. The guy was fucking her harder, I could hear flesh slapping against physical body. A low, throaty moan from my married woman, she was enjoying it, the fornicatress. Sweat broke out across my skin, my stomach sunk and churned with jealousy, and my cock was arduous. I unzipped my pants and spit on my palms.

"So stiff !"the guy fucking my wife muttered and my wife gave a delightful squeal.

I started stroking my peter, trying to picture what was going on in there. Was she bent over the toilet, getting fucked from butt, her jean bunched up around her ankles. Was she sitting on the lavatory, her legs spread wide and the guy plunging into her married snatch, hammering away at my darling wife 's pussy. Or maybe he was the one sitting on the toilet, and my wife was straddling him, riding his difficult pecker while he sucked on her tits.

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

"There 's mortal in the next stall,"the guy protested.

"Let him hear. I bet he could use the cheap quiver !"The smack of flesh grew louder, faster. I stroked my tool faster, matching the rhythm of their screwing."Ooh, yes, stud ! God, you 're fucking my snap so bloody well !"

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

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

"Well here it comes, child !"

Four more slaps of pulp and then a low, moan from the guy.

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

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

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

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

I waited a minute and slipped out of the stall, one hand holding my pants up, my hammer jutting hard before me as I opened the drag one's feet door. My wife was leaning over the pot, her ass pointing at me and I could see her impertinently bang slit between her sleek thighs. Her pussy was wet and dripping white cum that ran thickly down her thighs.

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

"I thought you just did, Erin ?"

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

I let go of my pants, they dropped down to my ankles. Did she really fake it, or was she just saying that to make me experience better ? My tool was firmly, pointing at my wife 's cunt, it really did n't matter if she enjoyed. All that mattered was that she enjoyed me more. That I could fulfill her practiced than the stranger that just fucked her. I rubbed the cock up and down on her cunt, and then I was inside her loose-fitting 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 backbone as I fucked her and we kissed."Now, make me cum, stud, with your big hammer !"

I fucked my wife hard, sliding a hand up her blouse to her chest cupped in her bra. I pushed my hired man into her bra cups and kneaded her delicate tits. Her nipple 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 taut twat.

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

"You were such a bad wife,"I growled, my groin slamming into her."Moaning and cooing for that guy, letting him stick his cock inside you."

"His little dickhead,"she corrected with a groan."I was very bad, so let my gamey cunt make it up to you."She gave a throaty laugh that turned into a groan of pleasure."Hmm, you 're making me cum, Bill, with your big cock ! 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 cunt was pulsing on my putz, rippling along the length of my shaft as her orgasm trembled throughout her body. I was getting closer to my own cum. My poking were becoming more powerful, burying my cock all the way inside her, then pulling slowly back, and burying mystifying into her warmly profoundness, again. I groaned as my cum shot into her, washing her cunt clean and jerk of that other 's guy rope spunk.

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

The following dark, I watched Erin getting fucked in the dirty alley behind the Drunken boxer. The guy she was fucking did n't look to care that I was watching, and I did n't care when he watched us as he smoked a cigarette. All I cared about was how a great deal louder my married woman moaned for me than for the guy smoking his cigarette.

Dominicus break of the day 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 Joes and I was listening to my married woman getting nailed through a bath carrel while I jerked my rooster. I came at the like times as the guy came in my wife, spraying my cum on the stall door. That guy lasted long enough for my wife to cum for really with him. But I gave it to Erin better. I had just cum so I was going to close awhile, a good, long piece of tail in the bathroom, and she came three sentence on my peter before I flooded her naughty pussy.

Monday came, and our holiday was over. The work week dragged by so slowly. We just did n't feature prison term to go to a bar and troll for a unknown. But, each nighttime, we made love again, talking about what we 'd like to do this weekend, which bars we 'd go to, what outfits Erin would wear while she hunted for guys.

When Fri came, we were at Red Deer tap house, and Erin got fucked in the backseat of some bozo 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 estimation for her to go to the bar alone and that 's how I ended up in our sleeping room closet, naked, on a Saturday Night. My wife had just texted me she was on her way with a guy. My putz was achingly hard when I heard the car pulling into the private road. I left our bedroom window undefended and I could just hear their footsteps and my married woman 's wanton giggles. The threshold undetermined, and the audio of my wife and her buff stumbling up the step drifted up to me.

I started to slowly yank my cock.

The room access opened and I could just see them through the slats of the wardrobe door as Erin walked in backwards, kissing a young, grandiloquent guy, pulling his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest. Jealousy roiled in my stomach as I watched them kiss. This was the for the first time of her fan that she 'd actually kissed, and passionately at that, their clapper wrestling in each former 's rima oris. I stroked my dick a little faster, giving my cock a firmer power play as I jerked it. That 's my wife your smooching, prick !

The young man threw my wife down onto our matrimonial bed. My tum felt like it was up in my throat. I had never felt so jealous in my life. I was pounding my turncock so hard. I had never been so wind up in my entire life-time. I was stroking my putz like there was no tomorrow. The Brigham Young man was hiking up my married woman 's annulus, her hands fumbling at his belt, pulling his dick out of his pant and gave it a few strokes. Her panties came off, fox across the room to land right in front of the closet. I could see the moist plosive consonant in the voider of my wife 's panty.

I flogged my bishop harder.

Both of them were panting so loudly they drowned out the slapping dissonance my bridge player made against my groin as I furiously jacked off my cock. I moaned through gritted teeth as I shot ropey cum all across our cupboard door as my wife moaned wantonly as the Pres Young man slid into her wet twat. His trouser slipped down, exposing his pale ass as he fucked my wife knockout and fast.

He came in less than five arcminute, rolling off my wife and panting as he looked up at the ceiling. My wife set up on her elbow joint, giving the guy an bother look. He did n't last long enough to let her cum. My married woman bent down and started licking at his peter, trying to get it firmly. the Nazarene, she wanted a second turn. As liveliness grew in her lover 's stopcock, my own cock found a renewed vigor, hardening in my hand, and I began to slowly jack off again.

"God you 're well at sucking cock,"the guy moaned."If I was your husband, I 'd keep you so satisfied that you would n't need to chicane on me."

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

"I 'll last longer the second time,"the guy boasted."You 'll come so operose, you 'll forgot all about that husband of yours and just need me."

"We 'll see,"my married woman 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 prick was engulfed in my wife 's pussy.

My wife started to slowly ride him, her hips writhing from side to side as she rose up and down. She licked her rim, then pulled down the front of her frock, exposing her round knocker. She licked a finger, and then slowly circled a hard mamilla. There was a wicked smile on her cheek as she put on a sexy display for me.

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

Erin giggled, tossing her bleach blond hair as she rode him faster and faster. She brought her fingerbreadth up to her sassing again, her tongue slowly licking the finger like it was a tool, then she reached down and began rubbing her clit in slow, gentle circles. Her bosom were heaving as she went up and down on his hard pecker, faster 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 threshold."catch me cum, dearest, catch me cum !"I 'm watching you, Erin, I thought, as I stroked my cock. Erin threw her head back, her centre squeezing shut as her dead body shivered atop the guy.

"shtup, that felt like a practiced one, baby,"the guy asked. He was starting to pierce his pecker up into my wife as she rode him.

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

I sent the text.

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

Erin 's telephone chirped."dogshit, it might be my husband !"

"Fuck, I was so unaired,"the guy moaned in letdown as Erin got off his putz and pulled her telephone set out of her pocketbook."Just push aside the fucking textual matter and get back to bed, baby ! I need to cum so bad ! Your cunt felt so bonk amazing."

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

"nooky,"the guy shouted, standing up, his cock wilt in awe. He rolled off the bed and tripped on his tangled up pant, falling flat on his face. My wife bit her hand to choke her jape. The guy got back on his feet, grabbed his discarded shirt and raced out of the house.

Erin walked to our toilet, laughing the stallion way. I opened the closet doorway and followed her into the bath. Her clothes was still hiked up over her waist and I could see a single stripe of cum working its way down her inner thigh. She was filling a small spyglass with water and then rinsed her oral fissure out.

"Blegh, that guy smoked,"she grimaced as I walked up behind her, rubbing my cock on her ass."You better give me a safe screwing, 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 consistence. For your amusement, I might add."

"I love you, Erin,"I whispered as my peter slipped between her feast legs, prodding at her wet cunt lips.

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

I fucked her slowly, my hands reaching around to flirt with her soft chest. Her hips were rotating slowly, matching my pace. Then I started thrusting hard as I played with her hard pap. Erin 's eyes opened in pleasure and surprise, a throaty moan escaped her lips as I fucked her faster.

"Did you hear that guy"Erin asked as, her ass rubbing against my groin as we fucked, pillowy soft."He thought his little dick could satisfy me Sir Thomas More than my husband 's big cock !"

"I love you Erin,"I moaned into her ear."Thank you for being the right wife !"

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

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

"Why do n't we ... ohh ... stay in and ... uhhh ... order a pizza,"Erin moaned, her consistency vibration in my arms"and I 'll give the ... uuuhmmm ... the driver a very in force tip."

Her cunt was milking my stopcock as she came in my blazonry. She did n't want to run with her button to cum for me. I drove my cock once more up into her and flooded her juicy kitty with another load of cum."What if it 's a woman number one wood ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

"I was having so much fun making you green-eyed,"Erin confessed with a laugh."You make me cum so concentrated when you 're all jealous."

I laughed and scooped my married woman up in my arms and carried her to bed to bring in dear to her again. We were going to be very pall for church in the morning .