Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

NEW STORY TITLE: A FUCKED UP DAY

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It was ten after three in the afternoon on a totally fucked up day in June. David Stone wasn’t supposed to be home until five thirty at the earliest, but he had been laid off from his job of ten years. He had come back from a lunch meeting to find a note on his desk that the boss wanted to see him

To make a long story short, sales were down and someone had to go. The other three salesmen either had seniority or were related to the boss, so David was the odd man out. At first, he had been angry, but that turned to despair as he cleaned out his desk and office.

Three small boxes on the backseat of his car wasn’t much to show for ten years of hard work and sacrifice. All the hours chasing leads, all the time spent on planes and in cheap motels in strange cities, all the legwork of making cold calls, and the time away from home… it all boiled down to three small cardboard boxes.

David was only forty, but he felt ancient as he parked in the driveway of his home. He sat in the car too worn down to get out and go inside. He also didn’t feel like facing his wife with the bad news. She wasn’t going to be happy, not happy at all.

He had almost a year worth of unemployment coming, but it wouldn’t cover monthly expenses with his house payment and the payment on his wife’s new car. She was going to explode when he broke the news. The new car was her baby, and the house was her pride and joy.

David took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. He took another deep breath and opened the car door. It was time to break the bad news. There was no reason to put it off any longer.

As David got out of his car, he noticed a car across the street that seemed familiar, but out of place in this middle-income neighborhood. It was a black Lincoln convertible. It was too shiny and new for this area, and far to pricey for Bob, his neighbor across the street.

It probably belonged to visiting relatives, he thought as he walked toward his front door. It must be nice to have rich relatives.

He had to use his key to open the front door. He did not wonder about the door being locked, his wife kept all the doors locked when he wasn’t home. It was a nice quiet neighborhood but she didn’t like the idea of just glass between her and the world outside.

The house was quiet as he set his briefcase down and slipped his suit coat off. There was no radio or TV blaring. Maggie kept noise going all the time. He missed peace and quiet sometimes. Maybe she was out shopping. David felt relieved that he had a little extra time before he had to tell her.

He crossed the living room and then walked down the hall toward the master bedroom. For the first time he wondered why they had such a big house. Maggie didn’t want kids so it was just the two of them. Four bedrooms seemed such a waste even if it did give him a home office.

Soft moans and whimpers of pleasure from the slightly cracked bedroom door stopped him in his tracks. He recognized the sounds instantly as the ones his wife made when he ate her sweet, wet pussy. Anger rushed through him, and he reached for the door to fling it open.

His hand paused an inch before it touched the knob. Who was she with? His mind asked sharply. Do you really want to know? was the stinging reply. His mind spun like a hamster in a wheel for a second or two, and then he eased closer to the door and peeked inside.

He could only see the upper part of the bed, where his wife’s head and shoulders were. Her hair was a mess and she was rocking her head from side to side, biting her lip. Then she moaned loudly again. She looked like she was about to come.

David started to push on the door so he could see more but then he froze again. His wife’s wrists were tied to the headboard of the bed by two scarves. Scenes of a burglar tying up his wife and raping her flashed before his eyes. His first thought was to call the police.

He took a step back and remembered the gun he had bought for protection. “Shit! It’s in the bedside table,” he said under his breath as he backed away from the door, then walked towards the living room, trying to be as quiet as possible.

No, it’s not there, his brain supplied. Maggie had been afraid of the gun and made him move it to the coat closet by the front door. That was the only closet with a lock on it.

David fumbled his keys as he tried to open the closet door. He almost dropped them. His hands were shaking as he opened the door and got the box with the gun in it off the top shelf.

His hands shook worse as he loaded the bullets into the revolver. Two rolled out of his clumsy hands and fell to the floor, but luckily, they fell on the carpet silently. He didn’t take time to pick them up. He hurried back down the hall to the bedroom door.

He paused and leaned on the doorframe as he peeked inside. Maggie was grunting and groaning like she did when he fucked her deep and hard. Her head and shoulders were the only thing in sight, which confused him. The burglar must be a very short guy.

Maggie was pulling on the scarves hard enough for the muscles in her arms to stand out. She was making a long drawn out groaning sound that was going up the scale and up in volume. She was very close to coming and coming hard from the sounds she was making.

It had been a very long time since he had heard his wife being this vocal. When she yelled as she came, he knew her legs would be locked around the guy fucking her. That is, unless they were tied like her arms. In any case, it would be the perfect time to take him by surprise.

David got the gun up and ready. Just as Maggie yelled incoherently, David used his foot to push the door open quietly as he pointed the gun at the foot of the bed. He started to yell for the guy to freeze but he froze instead. His eyes saw, but his brain would not process the information.

Maggie was still coming her brains out. Her legs were tied but to the ends of a long black bar. Straps from the ends of that bar went to the top of the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Someone was kneeling between those stretched and parted legs, licking and sucking at Maggie’s clit.

There was also a very large dildo jammed in his wife’s pussy, and the person was hammering it in and out as fast as their hand would move. The size of that toy was mind boggling. The amount of it going in and out of his wife was impressive, if not scary.

David recognized the person between his wife’s thighs and lowered the gun. Shaking his head, he took two steps into the room, and then laid the gun on the dresser. He began to strip off his clothes, a smile coming to his lips.

When he was naked, he walked over to the end of the bed and looked at the upturned ass in front of him. One thing was certain at this point, he would be back at work tomorrow, and he would have a raise, and anything else he wanted.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Without a word, he moved up behind the ass in front of him and rammed his dick home. All hell broke lose as he grabbed the hips in front of him, and fucked for all he was worth. His boss’s wife yelled, and tried to get away as Maggie screamed and tried to get loose from the scarves and the cuffs on her ankles.

David pounded away in Jamie Harris’s pussy like a mad man. He knew he was leaving finger marks on her hips and didn’t care. He wasn’t wearing a rubber and he didn’t care. Right this moment, his only thought was, he had his boss by the balls, and his boss didn’t even know it.

He was pounding Jamie so hard that her face was plowing into Maggie’s pussy with a wet squishy sound. Maggie yelled at him to stop, but that just spurred him on to fuck Jamie harder and faster. At some point, Jamie stopped fighting and started to push back, meeting him with every thrust.

David felt himself coming and yelled loudly as he emptied his balls. He kept right on pounding his boss’s wife. Jamie was yelling as he came. She was coming right along with him. When he didn’t stop fucking her, she moaned long and loud and slammed her ass back against his hips.

At some point, David felt Jamie coming again. With a hard shove, he pushed her away. She sprawled out on top of Maggie. Maggie looked at him with her mouth open as if she didn’t believe what she was seeing.

David stood there breathing hard and fast. He was surprised to find his dick still standing up hard and proud. Through ragged breaths he said to his wife, “As soon as I catch my breath, I’m going to fuck you the same way. Only it’s going to be in your cheating, lying ass.”

“David, I….” Maggie started to say, but changed her mind at the expression on her husbands face. It was a crazy lustful look that she had never seen before. The anger that was mixed in was scary. She had never seen her husband mad before.

Jamie Harris moaned softly and then whispered, “Go for it girlfriend. If he pounds that sweet ass of yours half as well as he did my pussy, you will go out of your mind.”

“I’ve never done anal. I don’t like to be messed with back there,” Maggie said hastily.

David leered at her. “Tied up that way, what choice do you have?”

Maggie thrashed around again, pulling at the restraints. She was even less effective than before with Jamie lying on her. “Let me loose!” she said loudly to Jamie.

When Jamie came up to her knees, David swatted her on the ass sharply. “You’ll do no such thing.” He told her and then swatted the other ass cheek even harder. “You can sit on her face and keep her quiet. Maybe licking my cum out of your pussy will teach her something.”

Jamie remained on her knees and looked at David over her shoulder. “Damn, you’re as kinky as I am, but Maggie doesn’t eat pussy.”

David grinned wolfishly. “She does now,” he whispered looking at his wife’s face. “She does everything now.”

“No!” Maggie yelled and struggled again.

“Yes, dear!” David said loudly with an emphasis on dear. More calmly, he went on, “You liked for me to eat your pussy and then fuck the shit out of you. That was fine by me, but now… now things have changed. Today has been one fucked up day, and you two only added to it.”

“You can join us,” Maggie said quickly.