wife Stories : Marie

Introduction

Harvey, relaxing in the hot tub, moaned at the employment Marie was doing. She was under water sucking on his still working, nearly 60-year-old cock.

His 33-year-old lover came up for air, laughing at the older man. Marie ran her finger through her suddenly, blonde tomentum, slicking it back. She straddled Harvey, guiding his cock into her.

"You know, I'm surprised this thing still works,"Marie smiled, kissing Harvey's balding head, her knocker dangling against his mouth.

"It most certainly does. For you and your mom,"Harvey flicked his tongue at Marie's nipple.

Harvey grabbed her waist and motor-boated her breasts, causing Marie to giggle.

When he was done, he held her, his cock still inside her. She kissed his face tenderly.

"I know I've said it before, but you feel so salutary,"Harvey whispered.

Marie moaned,"So do you. The best."

"The safe ?"

"Absolutely."

"Are you sure ?"the older man chuckled.

"I am."

"What about your ex-husband ?"

"You are so much better than him."

"But I hardly do anything !"

"Still, you're special and I love you more than any man,"Marie kissed him.

Harvey held her once more, his workforce sliding up and down her bare back.

"Have you heard or talked to Doc much ?"William Harvey asked, referring to her ex-husband.

"Oh goodness no ! harbor't seen or talked to him in like a year and a one-half,"Marie answered.

Harvey brought a chest to his oral fissure, sucking on the tumid tit."How did it end ?"

"The spousal relationship ?"

"Yes. You never told us."

"I don't think I can !"Marie laughed, stifling a groan as Harvey nursed from her.

"You can secernate us anything. I'd like to know."

"Promise you won't hatred me. Or him for that topic ?"she asked.

"Don't be silly, sweetie. I could never hate you. Whatever happened was in the past."

"The details are very naughty,"Marie bit her fanny lip, William Harvey switched to her former breast.

"I'm an grownup, much honest-to-goodness than you, I think I can plow it. Tell me !"

Marie laughed, sitting up, bringing her backtalk to Harvey's."You asked for it."


-1-

"As you know, I met Calvin, or Doc being the sobriquet he preferred, right after college.

He's around your age, maybe a duet days younger, and was a Doctor of the Church at the infirmary near the University of Miami. After graduating from their nursing syllabus, I found myself working on the same base as him.

I was finishing up my nursing internship when I met him. I've always had a thing for onetime guys and he was so incredibly attractive. He reminded me of a doctor I'd see on those gimpy infirmary drama TV shows.

I went out for a drink that night with a few other interns and we saw him again. We all giggled and tried not to gaze, as we all found him attractive. It was all very silly of us. But this was 11 years ago, I still had some growing to do.

Long story short, we spoke, we spoke more and more, we flirted, we flirted more and more, we dated. That of course, led to more dating, which led to sex. And more sex, and more sex. We were doing it constantly and until you, it was the good sex I ever had in my young, not super have aliveness.

This man pushed all the redress button. I'd stay the weekends with him in bed. I was tingling and cumming the integral time.

Our sex life evolved with our love for each former. It was fiery, passionate, a whirlwind of XTC.

Within a duo months of meeting me, Doc was tying me up, spanking me, and whipping me. He'd put a collar around my neck during weekends, making me solve his balls, like a dog. He wouldn't let me fall apart underwear to work or anywhere for that matter. I was his sex slave and I loved every minute of it."

*****

"Sounds naughty so far,"Harvey said.

"fountainhead it gets uncollectible,"Marie replied."I have to use the f-word. I hope that's ok."

Harvey laughed,"We're adults, remember ? What am I going to do ?"

"Mmm, maybe spank me ?"

"Sure !"

"Anyway, continuing on. Doc fucked me - so much, so hard, so very good. I loved being this man's slave."

"I see,"Harvey smiled.

"I would do anything for him. And I mean anything,"Marie stared into William Harvey's eyes.

"Uh huh, like what ? He pee on you ?"

"Ha !"Marie laughed, biting her bottom lip.

"Mmm, you are a naughty missy,"Harvey grabbed her ass under the hot water.

"Back on topic. By anything I meant fulfilling his requests. One of those requests, was that he augment my consistence - specifically my breasts. I let him. Hence, why I have these big girls,"Marie grabbed her pap, then let them flop in Harvey's face.

"Another postulation was staying in shape. He ordered me to work out six daylight a hebdomad and hold open to a strict diet. I complied."

Harvey thrusted his coxa, driving his putz in further,"Yes, you look incredible."

"Here's where things began to unravel. Another postulation, or command, was that I pleasure his friends. He wanted to share me."

*****

"I was against it at first, but then he proposed to me, giving me a huge adamant ringing. I said yes of line, then told him I was his to do whatever he wanted with. He hugged me and told me he was taking me out the take after weekend.

He bought me a new, sexy frock and took me to some doctor's ball of some variety. He had me dance with his coworkers. I knew some of them just by being at the hospital. Some were older than him, some were younger. It was a good innocent time.

After the case though, things got far less innocent.

One of his friend, a doctor who was retiring soon, followed us home. Doc made me dance for him at dwelling. He liquored me up and ordered me to undress for his friend. I did so. I ordered me to pass him a lap dance. I did so. He ordered me to suck the old doc's pecker. I did so.

A cock sucking led to sex. My fiancé watched in the box, sipping his booze while I had sex with one of his admirer.

Then it happened again the postdate weekend. Doc would observe me ride another friend.

It became a routine. Every weekend for several month, I was having sex, while Doc watched with other Dr., lawyer, and friends of my soon-to-be husband. There were even a few weekends where he would send off me to stay with one of his friends, to be used and fucked the full prison term.

He didn't psyche. He liked having me, owning me, ordering me to sleep with his Quaker like the sex slave I was. I loved it too, mainly because I loved him.

Four calendar month before our wedding day the following year, Doc brought a tv camera into the mix. He filmed me. He directed me, he set up scenes, he set up shots. He would jack off and give directions like I was his smut wiz. Looking over to him, while one of his protagonist was on top of me, I loved seeing him jack off while filming me. I could swallow this part of him, I could embrace and understand that everyone has fetishes and things that make them horny. Watching and filming me with early men, apparently, was Doc's.

Two calendar month before our nuptials day, he brought home a dissimilar coworker for me to have sex with. A newer doctor, I had only seen a distich times at the hospital. This changed everything. This led to the end of our marriage.

The doctor was pitch blackness. His name was Marcus."


-2-

"I was blindfolded, Doc's request, on all four-spot in our bedroom, waiting.

I heard Doc and Marcus enter the room behind me. Doc was whispering and recapping directions for this"tantrum"he was setting up.

I heard a deep articulation quietly say"alright"and"uh huh."Then I heard a bash unbuckle, pants unzip, clothing removed.

Doc chuckled and said"damn"somewhere behind me. I wasn't sure what he was referring to, but when I felt a huge, heavy mass land on my lower back, I was able to figure it out.

"Ok, gravid, make ? Go !"Doc whispered, starting to film the prospect he set up.

When Marcus entered me from behind, I nearly screamed. I rose to my manpower, gasping for air.

He slowly slid out, and rammed into me again. I cried out, gripping the sheets.

Marcus repeated this a third sentence, driving his big black cock into me once more, deeper than anyone, stretching me, hitting my g-spot. I climaxed.

There was a pause, the two men no doubt slightly confused. Marcus, balls trench in me, a quivering vibration, Patrick Victor Martindale White charwoman, grabbed my waist and pulled out once Sir Thomas More. I may have cum, but he wasn't close to.

He slammed into me again and again and again. I was cumming again and again and again.

I had never been so loud, I never orgasmed so powerfully, so intensely as that.

After an 60 minutes of near constant orgasms, I rolled to my back, tore the blindfold off, and pulled Marcus down to me. I didn't get a chance to seem over his eubstance before my tongue invaded his mouth.

My stage locked around him, keeping him on and in me. I was kissing him passionately, moaning, my work force grabbing his boldness, keeping his mouth on mine.

I broke the kiss and whispered,"Fuck me."

He propped himself up with his big, huge sleeve and continued his rattling rape on my pussy. Never had I been fucked like that.

I completely forgot I was being filmed. I completely forgot I was engaged. I complete forgot about Doc.

Marcus ramming into me over and over was all I cared about and wanted.

We went on for hours. I rolled on top of Marcus and bounced up and down on his pecker so hard and immobile I thought our bed was going to wear. I loved it, I needed it.

As dawn approached, I let out one last soulful moan as another sexual climax washed over me. I collapsed on top of Marcus, heaving and panting. He still hadn't cum yet.

I caught my hint and slid down his sweaty body. I came to perch at his rooster. I slowly, lovingly sucked all over the thing that gave me more pleasure than I ever experienced before.

Marcus was ready. He allowed himself to cum a few hour later. My mouth filled with come, I drank every bit of it.

When it was done, I glanced over to Doc. His mouth was hanging open, his cock hobble in his hired hand, the camera was next to him. It ran out of assault and battery big businessman hours ago.

I snuggled in Marcus'arm. I watched Doc slowly stand and leave the bedchamber, not saying a word.

Marcus and I slept for a footling piece, then he kissed my forehead and left. I stayed bare and hopped in the shower. Smiling at the incredible Nox, Doc joined me.

I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him, thanking him. He seemed distract.

"That was amazing,"I told him, nibbling on his ear.

"Yeah,"he said.

I could see something on his typeface. I thought it might be dashing hopes. Maybe he felt bad he couldn't last as long or give such herculean orgasms. But I didn't precaution. I was head over heels in love for Doc. I figured he would never let me have sex with Marcus again. I was ok with that.

He spoke up after a few mo with me in the shower. What he said was the total opposition of what I was expecting and would be fine with.

"I want you and Marcus to keep doing it. I want to movie to a greater extent of you and him,"Doc said.

"What ?"

"You heard me. I've never seen anything so wild and beautiful. You and Marcus."

"Uh, are you sure ? I mean -"

"Yes."

I nodded and went to my knees, sucking Doc to life-time, then sucking him dry. I would do anything he told me to do."


-4-

Harvey had to break up Marie's story so he could take hold of her waist and knife thrust upward into her. Her bosom bounced in his face, the weewee splashed out of the hot tub.

Marie climaxed on Harvey, falling into a kiss."I love you,"she whimpered into his mouth.

"I love you too,"Harvey replied, cupping her ass."support going, I want to know more."

Marie regained her composure, caught her breath and continued her story.

*****

"Marcus and I were sleeping together daily. The weekends were the most acute, rest deprived, orgasmic metre of my life so far.

For the next calendar month, Doc and I rarely had sex. It was mostly Marcus and I with Doc filming until the bombardment died, then watch me and this total darkness man keep going.

A couple weeks into this, our sexual encounters changed. Marcus wouldn't just have it off my white-hot twat like he owned it, he'd wee love to me.

We kissed more, we caressed more, there was far Sir Thomas More foreplay. Doc got it all on film too.

Doc would watch me worship that black man's cock. I covered it in my tommyrot and made erotic love to it with my mouth, then my pussy.

I was in love with Doc, I was marrying him, but this black dick I was playing with for two hebdomad - I never felt so a great deal lust before.

Another two hebdomad passed, a month before the wedding. Marcus carried me to the bathtub. I was too unaccented to walk.

He gently placed me in the warm water and left. I heard Marcus and Doc chatting outside the bathroom. I couldn't tell what they were saying. I closed my eyes, the sense of taste of cum on my mouth and smiled.

Doc entered the bathroom, looking forlorn. He told me Marcus couldn't photographic film anymore. My oculus shot open, I did my good to hide my unhappiness."Oh. I see. wellspring, alright,"I faked a smiling.

Doc left me alone and I stared off into outer space. I couldn't believe it. My heart was pounding. I wanted Marcus to continue motion-picture photography with me. I wanted him.

It took me forever to get to sleep that night, even though I was exhausted from Marcus'expert fucking abilities.

I rolled over and thought about him - his black putz. I made plan to stimulate it in me again.

A duet day later at the hospital, I made my way up to Marcus'flooring. I said how-do-you-do, smiled, and said I just wanted to talk to him.

We slipped into a humble league room. I asked why he no longer wanted to picture. He said his marriage was suffering and he needed to focus on it.

I was floored, I had no idea he was married.

"So, we can't, you know, meet up ?"I asked.

He shook his headspring,"She thinks I've been working late all this time."

"But, but, I mean, we could meet up in secret,"I suggested.

"I can't moving picture, sorry,"Marcus turned to pass on. I had to think fast.

"We don't need to film. Just have sex. We can here somewhere, you know ?"I blurted out, not thinking of Doc.

"No,"he said.

"Wait !"I thought fast again. I tore my scrubs away from my chest, revealing my big tits. Doc wouldn't allow me to bear a bra either.

Marcus shook his mind, glancing over my bare breasts. He shut the door and approached me.

arcminute later, he pinned me against the wall in the humble conference room. I was straddling him, he was pumping that big cock in and out of me.

"Yes ! Yes !"I was cumming. No one was watching us, no one was filming us.

He slammed me on the group discussion mesa and kept going. We stared into each early's oculus with Sir Thomas More fiery passion than I ever did with Doc. I felt no guilt, only pleasure as another sexual climax came over me.

"Fill me, fill me,"I said, wanting his semen inside my kitty-cat, instead of my stomach. I felt this would be the final stage meter I saw Marcus. I was right.

After he filled me to the brim, he pulled out of me. His cum pooled at my genitals, outside of my kitty-cat. He got his apparel back on and left without saying goodbye.

I let out a soulful groan and smiled. There was a large pool of come on the table. I had to scavenge it before individual saw it. I did - with my mouth. I licked it up like a cat at a bowl of milk.

I was worried about the wet spot of semen on my scrubs the rest of the day. Luckily, they were dark in colouring - dark how I was starting to favor my color of cock."

*****

"Ahhh, infant,"Harvey gripped Marie's ass."You are very naughty."

Marie laughed, feeling the one-time man's cock vellication inside her. She gathered up some hot water with her paw, and playfully dumped it on Harvey's head.

"You have no idea."


-5-

"The weeks dragged on. Doc filmed me with a few of colleagues once again. It was nothing special. I faked the orgasms.

Doc and I had sex pretty often before the wedding. It, too, wasn't anything amazing. I faked those orgasms too.

I thought about Marcus some, and black cocks in general. When I masturbated, I climaxed to thinking of inkiness men taking me.

I also snuck on Doc's laptop when he fell asleep. I'd stoppage on there for time of day, again rest deprived, watching the TV he had of me and Marcus. I loved watching a black man take me.

Then on the day of the wedding -"

"Oh no,"Harvey interrupted her. Marie smiled and nodded.

"Oh yes. My dependence - for lack of a right term - became fully realized.

There I was, in my marriage dress, on my knees, sucking the cock of one of the black employees at the location. He was probably 18.

"Ah yeah, white cunt,"he said, gripping my headway, messing up my hair.

I sucked him dry. He pulled his pant up, grabbed his hors d'work tray and left. I fixed my hair's-breadth, popped a breathing space mint, and walked down the gangway to my husband.

As the response was dying down, the great unwashed were leaving, not as many pair dancing, I found the same employee cleaning off one of the tabular array. I winked at him.

He fucked me in the fair sex's public toilet. My wedding dress was hiked up over my bare ass, and he was behind me.
He filled my pussy with cum. I bent at my knees and it dripped out of me into the sewer bowl.

On the airplane, on our way to our honeymoon name and address, I joined the mile-high guild with a black passenger while Doc slept.

Doc and I were kissing on the dance floor at the resort that night."I love you,"I told him. He held me close. I looked around the elbow room for something I lusted for.

"Did you bring the camera ?"I smiled at Doc.

"Ha, no. Just me and you on our honeymoon,"he laughed.

"Aww,"I pouted."Hmm, maybe you could've filmed me with him ?"

I pointed to a black man dancing with, I assume, his new Saint Brigid.

"Sure,"Doc smiled, holding me close. I watched the black man dance, his hand on his wife's butt.

Doc and I had sex that Night. He wasn't the world-class man I had sex with as a matrimonial woman.

The next day I saw the black guy and his shameful wife again. They were on the beach. I couldn't take my eyes off his big, brawny dead body.

He knew it. He saw me checking him out a few times. I smiled and waved. He knew what I wanted.

As I predicted, I saw him again that Night. Doc and I were walking around the resort holding hands. We walked past them. He nodded at me. I saw him check me out. I looked over my shoulder, he was grinning me.

Doc and I were on the beach that Nox, kissing, holding. I saw the bootleg man approach, base on balls by us, and"accidentally"drop a piece of newspaper publisher near me.

When we left, I grabbed it."Room 685, 2am"was all it said. I smiled and put it in my purse.

Doc and I had sex again, he was asleep by midnight.

I didn't even bother putting on a two-piece or dress. I left our elbow room, butt naked, and walked over to room 685 at 2am.

He opened the door, quietly stepped out, not caring or making a trouble that I was nude. He put his arm around my waist and we took a pass.

A couple minutes later, he was easing his now naked body, into one of the hot tubs scattered about the hangout. It wasn't much unlike than this hot tub we're in now.

A bit later, no words exchanged, I was guiding his huge dick, into my hungry pussy, straddling him - just like I'm straddling you.

After some kissing, a bit later I was squatting up and down on it, just like this. Water was sloshing out, just like this. I was cumming, just like, just like - ahhhhh !"

"This ?"Harvey smiled, watching Marie climax on his cock.

"Yes !"

"So how hanker were you married at this spot ?"Harvey asked.

"After I came down from the climax, he asked me the same matter.'How long you been married ?'”

"This is day two,"I answered, grinding my hips against him.

"Same for me. I've always loved white kitty-cat. Saw you looking at me, figured I'd get up in you before we leave,"he said. I nodded and kept grinding against him.

"Damn. Work that pussycat, babe. Ride that dick,"he said, gripping one of my asscheeks with his unassailable, pitch blackness hand.

"Uh huh,"I cried out. I loved it.

We had sex until dawn. We met up again the next night at the like hot tub. We did this a week straight. Doc and I left on the same day the Shirley Temple Black man and his wife left. We even arrived at the airport the like time. I managed to slip off with him and fellate his cock one last-place time.

I never got his figure. He never got mine."


-6-

"I had a burn desire - a mission of kind. I needed ignominious cock. I wanted to use Doc's desire to film me as an excuse.

I went along with his friends a few months. He'd celluloid me with them, I'd bastard orgasm and so on. When Doc was at rest, I'd sneak on his computer again and masturbate to videos of Marcus and me.

I wanted Joseph Black men so badly. So I went out and found some.

I took Doc with me, saying we could find a younger person than the honest-to-god men he was filming me with. I first picked a white guy at a nightclub, acting really interested, but made up an exculpation that he couldn't do it.

Then my second selection was a random Negro guy,"Ooh maybe him ?"I asked Doc innocently.

He laughed and nodded his head."Sorry about Marcus,"he admitted.

"Huh ? Oh right, yeah. It's ok, sweetie,"I said, traipsing off to the black guy in the club.

He fucked me so good that night. Not Doc, Terrence, terry cloth, I can't call up his epithet.

He went on and on, making me cum non-stop. It's what I wanted and needed. The photographic camera shelling ran out ; Doc was at a departure for Holy Scripture at my public presentation.

The next aurora, I was washing off all the swither and seminal fluid, when Doc joined me in the shower bath. He grabbed by butt."You really get into it with them."

"Oh the black Guy ? Yeah, I guess,"I shrugged, playing it off."I guess it makes for a good video right ?"

"Absolutely. You have no idea how sexy you look."

*****

"He's got a point there,"Harvey said, thrusting upward once more.

"Th-thank you !"Marie was climaxing again.

"Wow, oh yes,"she shook."I love it. I love you."

"But I'm not nigrify, silly,"he smiled.

"Shut up,"Marie kissed him tenderly.

"So that's how you got Doc to cinema you with inkiness men again ?"

"Yep. I won. I had a theatre, a matrimony, clothing, and husband with an unusual fetish - observation and filming me have sex with former men. Those men just so happened to be fateful. An added bonus."

"Alright. I'm getting exhaust. I'm old, remember ?"

"Oh please,"Marie rolled her eyes.

"Doc filmed you with black men, how does this tie into the divorce ?"

Marie took a deep breathing space and continued her tale.

*****

"Six yr passed. Six years of marriage ceremony. Doc made so a great deal money, I didn't have to crop. I spent my days, exercising, sitting out by the pool, and having sex with black men.

Doc only knew about the 12 or so regulars he filmed me with. There were many, many Thomas More that I met.

I'd go out clubbing with acquaintance and meet one. I'd go to the beach and match one. During the day, while Doc was at work, I was in bed with them. There were so many.

Then things changed. Doc changed. I was perfectly happy with filming porn with melanise men for him. But he grew tired of it.

He stopped filming me with Negroid men and with men in universal. We had sex more often, but there was something missing. A spark, passion, chemistry.

On day, I was having sex on the couch, riding a black stopcock, cumming as usual, when Doc got home early.

I turned, saw him standing there. He looked so old, defeated. He sighed, nodded his fountainhead and went to the bed elbow room.

I got off the black guy I was riding, his big cock, popping out of my pussy when I stood.

I entered the bedchamber, not certain of what to say. I opened my oral fissure and he shushed me. I stood there bare, watching him pack.

"I created a behemoth,"he said.

"What ? No, Doc, listen I -"

"My late wife, years ago, was into being filmed. She loved it, got off on it. She's the one that asked me to start doing it. I became addicted to filming and watching. But I should've stopped when she passed away."

"Doc,"I started crying.

"No,"he held up his hand."This is partly my error. I shouldn't have continued this fetish. One thing led to another, it got out of hand. I just,"he shook his head.

"What ? What is it ?"

"I'm sorry. I don't want to be married to you anymore. I'm so sorry. You're much untried than me. You'll be fine. But I need to move on. I'm leaving, you can abide here. But it's over."

I didn't know what to say. He was right. He created a devil - me. It happened the second he brought Marcus habitation to have intercourse me.

It was my fault too. I was too much in love with him. I went along with whatever obstinate intimate fantasy he had. In the process I became addicted to a voodoo of my own - black men.

He left. I cried, feeling ugly. I kicked the total darkness guy out, and showered alone. I didn't see Doc again until court. He got everything. I was ok with that, because I was planned on moving rest home, then here, eventually.

We haven't spoken or see each other since. I heard a hearsay from a quondam coworker, that he's dating a endearing senior woman. She's a higher-up at the hospital. I'm felicitous for him."


-7-

"That's some fib,"William Harvey said, Marie still straddling him in the hot tub, his cock still inside.

"I know. I turned out alright though. I'm here with you. We're all fine now."

"Your addiction though. Still have it ?"

"Not as much. Since I have you now. But every once in a while TJ from down the street and I will hang up out and have sex."

"Ah so that's where you were the other Nox. I thought you were walking on the beach,"Harvey said.

"Speaking of TJ,"Marie looked over her shoulder into the back up bedroom, near the hot tub."I think Mom is almost done with him."

Marie stood, Harvey's cock sliding of out of her. She grabbed a towel, rubbing her gravid breasts, then hair.

"Hi sweety !"Janet, Marie's mother appeared from the back threshold, naked and smiling.

"Whew, that man is so good,"Janet said, referring to TJ in the bedroom."He's all yours, Marie."

Marie hugged her mother."Thanks."

"You take care of your founder out here ?"Janet asked, getting into the hot tub with Harvey.

"Oh yes, we've been having a nice chat,"Marie said."Goodnight Dad."

Marie smiled, watching her female parent straddle her begetter, just like she was. She sighed and headed in doors.

TJ was naked and waiting. The huge ignominious man smiled as Marie undid her towel, letting it fall to the floor.

They gave one another a friendly kiss, she slid his putz in, and got to work.

"Mmm,"she moaned, resting her hands on his chest of drawers."I love it."

She closed her eye, enjoying a wonderful dainty of melanise cock.

She bit her rear end lip, grinding faster and faster. She thought of her ex-husband, Doc, hoping he was happy.

Marie thanked him in her head for introducing her to interracial sex. While matter didn't turn out dandy, she was thankful to sustain a supportive family.

She thought about her parents, outside having sex, while she had sex with TJ.

Marie giggled when TJ rolled on top of her. She lusted for Black person turncock, just like her mother Janet. If she ever married again, she would consult with her about how to combine the thing she lusts after with the someone she loved ; how to better have her cake and eat it too.

The end .