Simon

As a predator surveys his prey Simon eyed my wife, naked now save for the crumpled band of her skirt. "nice tits." He said pulling at her hard nipples, making her squeal. His gaze went to her pussy, the damp hair bushy and newly trimmed, "I'm gonna enjoy you bitch," he said standing up.

She looked on with big deer-eyes as Simon slowly dropped his pants, she let out a gasp when she saw the size of his cock. Rock hard it was, shiny and black with pre-cum already oozing out of the angry purple head. Thick veins ran along its length and seemed to take on a life of it's own as it twitched and pulsated.
It was truly monstrous.

With wide eyes my wife traced the over sized tool from the swollen head to the two huge balls which swung heavily as Simon stepped out of his pants she looked at me with a pleading expression on her pretty face and asked in a trembling voice, "Honey is this really what you want?"

It was Simon who replied. "Sure he does baby, he thought it might be nice if you were fucked by a real man for a change." He looked over to me. "You know, one who can make you come." I felt my face burn with embarrassment, during our emails I had confided that I had difficulty maintaining an erection and that I rarely, if ever brought my wife to a climax during our lovemaking.

The look of disgust that she had shown earlier returned to her face, but this time it was directed at me.
Then, after a moment she lay back again very hesitantly with a look of acceptance on her face. Her gaze returned to his cock as she gasped, "Oh my god!"

Simon finished climbing out of his clothes and stood there naked before my wife, his toned body muscular and impressive. In an earlier email I had told Simon that he would need to use a condom because my wife wasn't on the pill. This had clearly been forgotten, Bizarrely I
never said a word. He stepped between her lovely thighs and grabbed her legs placing them up over his muscular shoulders. All the fantasizing I had done over the years didn't really prepare me for what I was actually seeing. I thought that this moment would be so special, but when I saw Simon offer his huge monster up against my wife pussy, the true reality of the whole situation hit home.

What the hell was I doing? Here was my pretty wife who I love more than anything-having her most private parts invaded by a stranger. I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped up and yelled, "stop! I've changed my mind!"

As I crossed the room and grabbed Simon by the shoulder I told him I'd made a mistake and that he'd better go. Suddenly the whole sight made me sick. I wanted to vomit. What had I done? But the worst was yet to come.

As I grabbed Simon by the shoulder, he turned and slapped me hard across the face. The blow knocked me backward on my butt, leaving me a little dazed. I jumped up again to tear him away from my wife, but this time he punched me hard in the stomach, forcing the air out of my lungs.

The man grunted and yelled that there was no way he was NOT going to fuck my wife now. He swore at both of us, calling her a "Fucking prick-teaser" and yelling at me, saying that if I tried to stop him he'd teach me a lesson I'd never forget. All I could do was gasp for air and watch as he again grabbed my wife's legs again and thrust them over his shoulders as before.

My wife screamed and tried to break free but in that awkward position she couldn't get away. Simon growled, Okay Dude, watch this!" I looked on in horror as he held my wife legs with one hand and reached down and held
his huge cock at my wifes opening.

Instinctively, she reached down with both hands to cover her pussy. She pleaded with Simon not to do it.

But it was no use. He fixed her with an intense stare and raised his hand that immediately made her move her hands aside. With a self-satisfied grin he ordered her to spread her legs. My wife turned her head to one side and looking at me, did as she was told. He placed the head of his cock directly over her exposed pussy then, placing his thumb on his shaft he pressed down hard, pushing open my wife's pussy lips, exposing her clitoris. He moved his cock up and down so that the whole length of his shaft brushed along her clitoris.
At first I wondered what he was doing, then when I saw how wet her pussy had become I realized what was happening. He moved his cock into position at the entrance to her opening and began to push into her.

He only got the head of his prick into her at first, but he thrust again and my wife screamed as her pussy stretched wide to accommodate his invading black monster.

I felt terrible because I was helpless, I couldn't move, and felt guilty that what I was watching was making me hard, I didn't want to be turned-on by this, I was horrified. After several hard thrusts he finally got all the way into her and held himself there while my wife caught her breath and the pain subsided as her pussy adjusted to her new lover's length and girth.

Then the big brute started riding her for all she was worth. My poor wife was helpless to stop him, and I was completely useless as I finally caught my breath and struggled to my feet. I stared in horror now at what would be both the most erotic experience of my life and also my worst nightmare. To make matters worse, my wife was beginning to relax and the final insult came when she started to thrash about in a powerful orgasm. I couldn't believe that she could come with what had just taken place but she had and was now groaning with every long stroke.

Simon had settled into a steady, powerful rhythm, he'd fuck her to an orgasm then withdraw as the orgasm took hold making her whole body shake, then swiftly he'd re-
enter her and power-fuck her pussy again for about two minutes before bringing her to another orgasm.

I couldn't handle it anymore. I left them grunting and groaning like animals, while I crept off to the kitchen to try and block out the sights and sounds of what was happening in the living room. I couldn't bare to hear the wet sloppy fucking noises anymore and I especially couldn't bare to hear my wife moaning as that bastard fucked her into yet another orgasm.

After about twenty minutes I heard a commotion coming from the living room, I heard my wife gasping "No! No!" then I heard a slap followed by a squeal, I looked through the serving hatch. They were now in the middle of the room, Simon had spun my wife around and was now taking her roughly from behind. He was holding her by the hair, pulling her head tightly back, her hands were raised, as if she were a begging dog.

I looked at her legs, which were spread as wide as they could go, held open by his. As he thrust I could hear Simon muttering things to her, I couldn't make out the words, but it actually sounded like he was chanting. It certainly did the trick anyway as her body was shuddering now with almost continuous orgasms.

By now the air wreaked of sex, both of their bodies were gleaming with sweat as Simon flipped my wife onto her back and re-entered her swollen pussy. Holding her arms above her head he began to kiss her passionately on the mouth, his tongue probing deeply.
Once again I turned my back on them, all signs of resistance now gone as my wife returned his kiss. It wasn't long before I heard Simon yelling that he was going to come.

I looked into the room and heard my wife plead with him to take it out and shoot it on her, but he wasn't going to deny himself and just kept pumping her deeply.

My poor wife screamed, "No! Please don't do this to me, I'm not on the pill."

The bastard just laughed and said, "I know, spread your legs wider bitch" despite herself my wife obeyed the command, spreading her legs as wide as she could, allowing him to thrust deeper into her pussy. Then he made one last plunge into her and held himself there while his cock spasmed and he shot his huge load into my wife. I could see his body tense as he spurted his come into my helpless wife, triggering her into yet another orgasm.

As the couple's bodies slowly relaxed, the silence in the other room was deafening. My wife lay there in shock, as Simon kissed her passionately, squeezing her breasts. I could have killed myself right then.
I slunk back into the kitchen as Simon got up and put his pants back on. From his pocket he produced a camera and began to take photos of my wife, as she lay naked on the floor. He walked over to a nearby table and picked up her address book, thrusting it at her he told her to write down our phone number and her works address. He asked where she kept her house keys, she feebly pointed to her handbag, which he picked up from the chair. After emptying the contents on the floor he collected the keys, putting them into his pocket.

As he walked out the door, he said, "Thanks for the use of your wife's pussy shit-head, you'll be hearing from me"

After the door closed, I looked into the living room where my wife was lying on the couch, and I could see that her pussy-lips were badly stretched, and that his sperm was leaking out of her.

I reached down to help her up but she pushed me away. "He told me not to move" she muttered, "He wants his sperm to do its work." She looked down at he pussy, "He whispered such dirty things while he made love to me. I never knew sex could be like that." She shook her head. "His penis, it was so..." She tailed off. I was speechless, stunned, then she turned to me. "He says he hasn't finished with me and that he'll be back for more." She grabbed my hand. "I won't be able to stop him."

All I could think of to say in reply was, "I know!"

The next few days were a very worrying time for us as we waited to find out if she was pregnant. By some miracle and despite the volume of sperm pumped into her she was not. As you may have guessed our involvement with Simon didn't end there but that, as they say is a different story.

Guys, it's a whole lot better fantasy than it is reality. I advise you to leave it that way if you haven't done it yet...