Anthony Brown, Sweet Smelling Stud

After a year of hard work my project was finally finished. It was
time for a vacation. Fortunately, the school year was ending and my
wife Brenda would be rapping up her teaching duties in the next day
or two. She had let me know a month earlier that she was ready for
a little time off.

I made arrangements for two nights at a hotel in a nearby large
city. I figured we would site see during the day and check out the
night life at night. I told Brenda about my plans and she was
thrilled.

Three days later we hopped into the car and took off. We spent the
first day and night checking out the city as planned. We were so
tired after all the days' activities that we went straight to bed.
I was a little disappointed that we hadn't reserved the energy
necessary to make love before retiring. I vowed that
the next night would be different. I had plans and a surprise for
my beautiful wife.

We slept late the next morning. We dressed, had brunch then resumed
our tour of the city. Just before dark we had dinner at a nice
restaurant. During the meal I told Brenda that I had a surprise for
her back in the room. She begged me to tell her what it was but I
told her it would wait until after dinner. It became a race to see
who would finish first. She won. As we waited for the check she
became annoyed at the waiter's slowness. He wasn't really slow but
to Brenda it seemed that way. She was definitely very excited about
the surprise.

I paid the check and we hurried back to the hotel room. I didn't
even have to open the door to the room. Brenda had hurried ahead
and had opened it with her own key. She had the door open just as
I caught up with her. She bolted into the room and began the search
for her surprise. "All right Tom, where is it?" she asked.

I reached into the closet that she had forgotten to check and
pulled out a clothing box. "Here you go baby," I said. Brenda's
face broke into the pretty smile that made me fall in love with her
three years earlier when I first laid eyes on her.

Brenda took the box and said, "Tom you're so sweet." She plopped
onto the bed and removed the lid of the box. Quickly she moved the
tissue aside and pulled out the outfit that I had bought her.
Brenda's smile faded and a look of concern took its place. She
said, "Tom its really nice but I don't think I could wear
this."

"Why not?" I asked.

She held the garments up, looked them over and said, "Well, Tom,
its just so revealing."

"I know," I said with a lecherous grin. I added, "I think you will
look terrific in that outfit."

"I don't know," Brenda said.

I sat down on the bed beside my beautiful wife and put my arm
around her narrow waist. She looked at me with her sparkling hazel
eyes and I said, "Baby, we've worked hard ever since we've been
married. This is our first chance to blow off some steam. I thought
it might be fun to do something a little daring. I've always wanted
to see you dressed in an outfit like this. I thought it might be
fun for us to pretend we were meeting for the first time and I
would seduce you into my bed. I think it would be fun."

Brenda smiled and said, "That does sound like fun." She held up the
bustier checking the tags for the size. She turned back to me and
asked, "How did you know my size?"

"I did a little snooping in your closet and I asked your mother,"
I replied.

"You didn't tell her what you were buying, did you?" she exclaimed
obviously very concerned. Brenda comes from a very conservative
family. Her mother would definitely not approve of this type of
outfit.

"No," I said.

"Thank God," said Brenda.

I asked, "Are you going to put it on, baby?"

Brenda smiled and said, "Ok, but you'll have to leave the room
while I get ready." I started to protest but Brenda put her finger
to my mouth and said, "I think it would be better for you if you
saw the finished product." I couldn't argue with her logic.

As I left the room, Brenda gave me a very passionate kiss and
thanked me for the surprise. She told me to be back in a half hour
for my surprise. As I left the room, my mind tried to guess what my
beautiful but reserved wife would look like in the outfit. It was
very difficult to picture it. Brenda had always been very
conservative in her dress and demeanor. I wandered around the hotel
trying to imagine what the evening would bring. The thoughts I had
were causing my cock to make its presence known. I put a hand in my
pocket to make the necessary adjustments.

I made it back to the room in exactly one half hour. I was as
anxious to see my surprise as Brenda had been to see hers. I
knocked on the door. Brenda opened the door just a crack and said,
"Tom, is that you?"

"Yea, baby," I said.

"Close your eyes and then give me your hand," she ordered. I closed
them, then felt a breeze as Brenda opened the door and took my
hand. The smell of her perfume made my blood rush through my veins.
Brenda led me into the room and sat me in the chair at the end of
the room. "Ok baby, open up," she said.

The site that greeted me was incredible. I had to look closely to
see if it was really my wife. She was dressed entirely in white
although purity had nothing to do with this outfit. Starting from
the floor I took in this site guaranteed to make a dead man get
hard.

Brenda's feet were covered with a pair of white five inch pumps.
Her long legs were encased in very shear white stockings. The
ruffled skirt Brenda was wearing was a very short and lacy affair.
The tops of her stockings were just barely visible. The short skirt
made her look taller than her five and a half feet.
Brenda's 22 inch waist was surrounded by a two inch wide white
belt. Her belly button and part of her flat tummy were visible
below the white lace bustier. The top of the bustier struggled to
hold Brenda's 35D bust in place. Her very firm bullet shaped
breasts were pushed together forming a cleavage that would be a
magnet to any man's eye. Over the bustier she wore a small
unbuttoned jacket that matched the skirt. To complete the outfit
she wore white lace gloves and carried a small white handbag.

"You like?" asked Brenda as she held open the jacket showing me her
bust in all its glory. The cups appear slightly under sized as the
sides of Brenda's breasts were visible under her arms. Her large
brown nipples were also visible through the shear lace bustier. The
lace cups covered less than half of her breasts.

"I like," I said. I quickly added, "In fact, I love it." I looked
at Brenda's smiling face and noticed that she had applied her
makeup and little more heavily. Her eye shadow was multicolored and
her cheeks were red with blush. She wore bright red lipstick.
Brenda had taken her shiny dark hair down and fluffed it up to look
full and thick. It cascaded across her shoulders and over her
breasts as she turned her head. She looked like an expensive call
girl. It was just what I had hoped for.

"Its a good thing I'm not going out like this," said Brenda.

"What do you mean, 'not going out'?" I exclaimed.

"Oh Tom, I can't go out like this," said Brenda. She added, "I look
like one of those women." Brenda would never say whore or
prostitute. It just wasn't like her.

"You mean whore?" I asked.

"Yea," she replied.

"I think you look very sexy." Brenda blushed. My wife was a
passionate woman but she didn't really like to talk about sex. I
really wanted to loosen Brenda up a little. I figured if she walked
around in public with a sexy outfit on she might start to like it.
I had to get her out of the room. "Let's just go down to the
hotel bar and have a couple of drinks," I suggested.

Brenda seemed to ponder the idea for a moment. She could see the
pleading in my eyes. I think she knew how important it was to me.
Finally she said, "Well, I guess for just a little while."

I jumped up and grabbed Brenda and kissed her hard. She felt and
smelled wonderful. My excitement was catching as I heard a little
moan escape from my wife's throat. After a very long kiss, I
separated my lips from Brenda's soft full lips. She said, "Wow, if
I'd known that dressing like this would have made you this way I
would have done it long before."

I was elated. Brenda seemed to be loosening up already. I gave her
a big hug. I loved the feeling of her large breasts pushing against
my chest. Her usual wear covered her curves and acted as an
effective buffer. I liked the feel of the lace. I pulled back,
looked at my beautiful wife's angel face and said, "Baby, why don't
you go down and wait for me in the bar. I'll be down in about five
minutes. That way we can pretend that we don't know each other. I
would love to seduce you and take you to my room."

Brenda's lips curled into a smile, "Tom, baby, you're getting me
all hot and bothered, but I'm not sure I can go down alone. I'm
nervous."

I knew the answer but I asked, "Are you more hot or more nervous?"

Brenda giggled like a little girl and snuggle her cheek against
mine and let her breath across my ear answer my question. Suddenly
she turned and headed for the door without a word.

"Don't forget your key," I said. She patted her handbag as she
disappeared through the door. That little devil. She new she was
going out all the time. Brenda was loosening up a lot. Tonight was
going to be some night.

I left the room five minutes after Brenda. I made my way down the
elevator, across the lobby and into the bar. I imagined the scene
five minutes earlier as my sexy wife strutted across these floors.

The bar was dim. After a moment I could see well enough to walk. I
walked to the right and didn't see Brenda. I went back to the left
and finally noticed her sitting at the bar sipping a coke. Brenda
doesn't drink alcoholic beverages. I was surprised to see the man
sitting on the next stool talking to her. I waited a moment before
going over to my wife. I wanted to give her a chance to finish her
conversation with the man. Oddly, the moment turned into five
minutes and she showed no signs of ending the conversation. In
fact, she had swiveled her stool in his direction a bit.

I decided to sit down while I waited. I ordered a drink from the
waitress and as she brought it I noted that the bartender had
brought Brenda and the man and drink. I watched with great surprise
as my wife lifted the cocktail glass, touched it to the glass
offered by the man and took a healthy swallow. It was puzzling. My
wife had never tasted liquor. She was raised by parents who frowned
on drinking. To my knowledge it was her first drink. Perhaps it was
some kind of soft drink. The pink color didn't look like any soft
drink I knew of.

The conversation continued for another ten minutes. I wasn't sure
but I think Brenda had moved closer to the man. I noted with
surprise that she touched the man's hand twice while making some
kind of a point. This wasn't like my wife. She was not a touchy
type of person. I figured it was time to make my presence known
when the man put his arm around my wife's shoulders. I got up and
as I walked over to where they were sitting at the bar I noticed
that Brenda's hand was resting on the man's thigh. This was getting
strange.

I angled around behind the man so that Brenda would notice me. I
couldn't believe it when she made eye contact with me and then
continued her conversation as if I was a stranger. It dawned on me
that maybe she was acting as though we were strangers as I had
asked. I was a little surprised that she had picked this man to
talk to. It wasn't that he was unattractive. He was a nice looking
fellow but he was black. I guess it was no big deal but I was still
surprised. I walked over and sat down on the vacant stool to
Brenda's left. The bar was quite enough to hear their conversation.

The man whom Brenda called Anthony was going on about how Brenda
looked like Demi Moore. I know that Brenda had heard that before
but she seemed surprised and flattered by Anthony's comments. She
asked, "Do you really think that I look like Demi?"

"Brenda, you're as pretty as she is but your curves make Demi look
like a boy," said Anthony smoothly.

From where I sat I could see Brenda's head drop with embarrassed
shyness. "Do you really think my figure is better than Demi's," she
asked.

"I definitely do based on what I can see of it," Anthony replied.
He quickly added, "I'd love to see more."

"Anthony, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Brenda asked. I didn't like the way this conversation was going.

Before Anthony could answer, I leaned into Brenda and said,
"Hello."

Brenda turned and looked at me annoyed that I had interrupted her
conversation. "Oh, hi Tom," she said and turned back to Anthony. I
was dumbfounded.

"Brenda," I said a little louder.

She turned again and said, "Tom, do you mind, I'm talking to
Anthony."

Now, I was annoyed. Brenda was taking this a little to far. It was
our vacation and suddenly she was ignoring me. What in the hell was
so special about this Anthony? He was nice looking but why was
Brenda acting this way. I noticed he was wearing a rather potent
cologne but big deal. What was going on with Brenda. She was
drinking for the first time. I could smell the alcohol on her
breath when she talked to me. She continued to touch Anthony in a
way that was very familiar.

Anthony continued the conversation, "Brenda, I would love to get to
know you better. I have qualities that I think you would like to
get to know."

Brenda smiled coyly and said, "Oh, and what would those qualities
be?"

Anthony said nothing but his gaze dropped to his thigh where
Brenda's hand was resting and then to his crotch.

Brenda's gaze followed his and I heard her moan, "Hmmm, did I cause
that?"

"You most certainly did, Baby," said Anthony.

I stood up and placed my hand on Brenda's shoulder, "Its time to go
Brenda."

Her gaze left the large bulge in Anthony's pants and looked at me.
With anger in her eyes she said, "Look Tom, I sorry you took your
time getting here but Anthony was first. From the looks of the
bulge in his pants I'm glad of it. If I'm lucky he'll show me how
he uses it." Brenda stood up and looked at Anthony and said, "Am I
going to get lucky?"

Anthony stood up and said, "Most definitely, Baby." Brenda took his
arm and they left. I watched Brenda strut her body through the
door. Gone was the demure wife. Brenda was now showing of her body.
I was in shock. I was certain that my wife had just walked out of
my life. It was like a Twilight Zone episode. Nothing made sense.

I tried to think about what I should do. I left the bar and headed
for the room. I found that I couldn't figure any of this out
because it made no sense. My sweet demure wife had left me without
warning for another man.

I opened the door to the room and walked in to a new surprise.
Sitting where I had sat less than an hour ago was Anthony.
Straddling his lap was my wife Brenda. Her head was thrown back as
Anthony buried is face in her bosom. As he kissed and licked her
velvet skin, she shrugged her jacket off her shoulders and lowered
the straps of the bustier. Anthony now had access to her full
breasts. He sucked on her nipples and licked all over her tits.
Brenda moaned and asked for more.

I walked into the room and said, "Why did you bring him back here?"

Brenda replied, "It was the closest private place that we could be
together. You can stay and watch if you behave yourself. If you
can't then just leave. If Anthony's cock is as big as advertised
then I won't be needing you again."

So, that was it. Brenda was leaving me but why didn't she just go
off somewhere else to fuck Anthony. The whole episode was
disgusting but I still loved Brenda. I didn't want to see her get
hurt. I figured that maybe I could protect her if this Anthony got
crazy with her. Actually, there probably wasn't much I could do if
Anthony did get violent. He was a very large man with a powerful
build.

I sat in the other chair and watched as Anthony raised my wife's
temperature. It was sad. He was doing what I thought I would be
doing. Brenda began to moan, "Oh baby, please take me. Make love to
me, Anthony."

Anthony broke away from ravishing Brenda's tits and said, "That can
be arranged, baby, but first you have to put on a little show for
me."

Brenda looked at Anthony with heavy lidded eyes and said, "Would
you like for me to do a strip tease?"

"Not just yet," said Anthony as he lowered his zipper and pulled
out the fattest cock I had ever seen. It was only about six inches
long at this point but it wasn't fully hard yet. Its girth was
nearly that of a beer can. Brenda pounced on Anthony's cock at
first sight. I couldn't believe it. She had always shied away from
my rather modest member. Brenda began by kissing the mammoth black
shaft from head to root. That monster cock was quite a site next to
Brenda's creamy smooth white skin. It looked like an invader
looking for a place to wreak havoc.

Brenda wasn't intimidated in the least. She hugged and kissed the
angry looking shaft like it had given her life. I shook my head in
amazement as Brenda attempted to take the large head into her
mouth. She stretched her lips wide and managed about two inches but
it obviously was uncomfortable for her. She retreated and settled
for licking the head thoroughly. She even probed the piss slit like
she was hunting for treasure.

Anthony smiled at Brenda's sincere attempts to give him pleasure.
He said, "Baby, do you think you can take my cock in your cunt. You
may need to be stretched out a little bit. Maybe Tom could help you
out."

Brenda's eyes brightened at the thought of feeling Anthony buried
in her pussy. Her expression changed at Anthony's suggestion to use
my cock to prepare her for his big cock. She shook her head and
said, "I don't think so, Anthony. Tom is not very big."

"Well, where do you think you could find a suitable pussy
stretcher?" asked Anthony.

Brenda was new to all of this and had no answer. She shook her
head.

After several moments had passed with no solution, Anthony said,
"The only thing I can think of is finding someone with a good sized
cock to fuck you. You can put on an little sex show for me and your
husband. You can also prove to me whether your worthy of taking my
cock."

Brenda pouted like a little girl and said, "Oh Anthony, I know I
can please you. I'll do anything you say. Please don't make me wait
to feel your wonderful cock inside me. I think I may die if I don't
have it soon."

Anthony responded, "You will my dear, but first things first. I
want that show. I want to see you fuck like your life depended on
it." He pulled back the curtain shielding the window and looked
down at the street corner eight floors below. He pointed and said,
"You can find someone on the corner down there."

Brenda began to get excited. She got to her feet and headed for the
door pulling her bustier back into place over her tits. I couldn't
believe that she would really go down there and pick up a stranger.
Anthony said, "Baby. Leave the jacket. You'll want to show 'em what
you got. The jacket just gets in the way."

Brenda smiled mischievously and pulled off her jacket, her tits
bouncing in the confines of her bustier. She grabbed her handbag
and left the room.

I turned to Anthony and said, "Why are you stealing my wife?"

Anthony looked at me and said, "I'm not stealing anything. The
woman wants to get laid. I'll see to it that she has a night to
remember. I'll be gone in the morning. She probably won't leave
you. You'll have to decide if you want her back, though. When I get
through with her she'll be about as loose as a two dollar whore."

Anthony looked out the window and said, "Look at that. Your
precious wife is strutting around like a two dollar whore."

I looked out the window and watched as Brenda hit on every man that
passed by the corner. It didn't take long. In less than a minute
she had found her guy or quys as it turned out. I watched as she
frisked two young men in the groin and then led them back into the
hotel.

I said, "I can't believe she's acting this way."

"You mean like a whore?" said Anthony.

"Yea," I said.

"Its the cologne," said Anthony

"What," I returned.

"My cologne," replied Anthony. He added, "The cologne I wear turns
any women I get close enough to into a whore. They do anything to
get at my cock and my cum just sends them into orbit. You'll see.
Brenda can't be stopped. If she doesn't get laid by me then she
will get very sick."

"Why do you wear it, then?" I asked.

"I love women and I love to fuck them," said Anthony.

It occurred to me that Brenda was not with Anthony now. I asked "If
women fall into this snare of yours by smelling your cologne then
why did Brenda just pick up those two guys? She's not smelling your
cologne now."

Anthony chuckled and said, "Its chemistry man. The smell of the
cologne got Brenda interested in me. I just rubbed my face all over
her tits and licked them good. The combination of the cologne, my
bodily fluids and your wife's bodily fluids has bonded us together.
The bond lasts until we are both sexually satiated. I can last for
about three orgasms. Your wife will be good for more. That's why I
suggested that she go get help. She has to be satiated. If I leave
and she is still horny then the bond will not be broken."

The door opened and in walked Brenda and two young men. They looked
to be about twenty and were actually nice looking fellows. Brenda
pushed them onto the bed and said, "Get naked." They both looked at
Anthony and me with nervous and questioning looks.

Anthony said, "Do as the lady says if you want to fuck her."

The fellows didn't have to be told twice. They quickly began to
shed their clothes. While they did their thing, Brenda strutted
over to Anthony and straddled one of his legs. "How about that
strip tease now?" she said as she rubbed her crotch along his leg.
I had never seen her this worked up before.

"Go to it, baby," said Anthony.

Brenda got up and walked to a place where all of us could see her.
Slowly she removed the belt around her slim waist. She began to
lower her skirt at a painfully slow pace. I realized after the
skirt hit the floor that I had held my breath. Gasping for breath
I looked at my beautiful wife from head to toe. I thought that
there were no knew surprises but I was wrong. Brenda wasn't wearing
the panties that went with the outfit. To top that off, she had
evidently shaved her pubic hair off. She was hairless between her
legs. The last thing she did before joining the boys was to drop
the cups of her bustier exposing her big tits.

The boys laid her down on the bed and began to caress and lick her
body all over. They each produced a condom and threaded the
protection onto their rock hard cocks. I was thankful for that. It
had just occurred to me that Brenda was not on the pill. She had
stopped a few weeks before when we decided to start a family. I
wasn't sure if the time was right but I didn't want her to risk
getting pregnant by another man.

The boys wasted no time in filling my wife. She was a virgin when
we were married. Until this evening, I was the only man she had
ever been with. Now Brenda had a strange cock in her pussy and
another one in her mouth. Both men had respectable cocks. They
weren't as large as Anthony's but they were quite a bit larger than
mine.

The fellow in Brenda's pussy had a little trouble getting his shaft
into her. If not for her very wet opening, he wouldn't have made it
at all. It was a testament to her very small and tight pussy. It
was hard for me to imagine Anthony succeeding in getting his huge
cock into her. I realized now that for her survival she would have
to take it.

Brenda's stifled moaning could be heard with each thrust of cock
into her pussy. I could see the wildness in her eyes as she looked
into the fellow's face whose cock she had in her mouth. Brenda
grabbed the man's ass and pulled with all her strength. Her goal
seemed to be stuffing as much of the man's cock into her mouth as
she could. Soon she succeeded in lodging all seven inches of the
man's cock down her throat. I was amazed. So was the fellow getting
the treatment. He grabbed her head and with one powerful thrust
buried his cock to the balls in Brenda's mouth and began to cum. I
watched as his ball sack pulled up into his body with each spasm of
man goo and with each spasm Brenda experienced her own wave of
orgasm.

When the man was spent, Brenda extracted herself from the shaft.
The condom stayed in her mouth as the rapidly softening cock pulled
free. Brenda pulled the condom out of her mouth and then did
something incomprehensible to me. She inverted the condom and
drained its contents into her mouth. It was as if she needed it for
nourishment. The man pounding her pussy watched her nasty act and
couldn't hold back any longer. He gave my wife one final pump and
then unloaded into her. The scene was repeated. This time the
fellow pulled free and left his condom in the clutches of Brenda's
tight cunt muscles. She retrieved the used rubber and ate its
contents just as she had done previously.

It was fortunate that these boys were young. Before Brenda had
finished with the cock in her pussy the first fellow was ready with
a fresh hard-on complete with a fresh condom. Brenda wasted no time
in threading her starving pussy over the revived cock. She began to
show Anthony and me how physical she could get while fucking. She
rode the fellow's cock like a mad woman. Her hips whipped back and
forth with power. The fellow's poor cock was about to be wrenched
off his body. He was moaning louder that Brenda.

The fellow didn't last long with this onslaught. After about three
minutes, he blew is second load. Brenda scrambled off him taking
the condom with her. The fellow hobbled away and crawled into a
corner. Brenda cleaned up the condom in her usual way and turned to
the second fellow who looked a little intimidated. He was ready
with another hard cock and condom but he was hesitant. Brenda
crawled over to him and pulled the condom off his cock and asked
him to fuck her ass.

Brenda rubbed some of her pussy juices into her asshole and said,
"Fuck me in the ass, now." The hesitant fellow did as he was told.
Soon he became as sex crazed as Brenda. It was hard to tell who was
fucking whom. They each seemed to be thrusting themselves into the
other. It went on for about ten minutes before they both tensed for
a very large climax. Finally the fellow fell back in exhaustion.
Brenda looked at Anthony with an expectant look. As hard as she had
worked during the ass fuck she seemed ready to continue.

Anthony motioned for her to come to him. She quickly made it to the
chair eager to please him. Her body trembled with anticipation, or
was her body shaking with withdrawal. She seemed to need Anthony's
touch and her body relaxed noticeably when she was in his arms. By
now Brenda had forgotten about the two fellows that she had lured
to the room. They had managed to dress and leave as Anthony said,
"Baby, I want to fuck those big tits of yours."

Brenda slid down Anthony's body and allowed his big cock to fall
between her large tits. Although we had never engaged in this type
of sex before, Brenda seemed to know just what to do. She used her
hands to cup her soft pillow like breasts around Anthony's shaft.
She began to slide the soft flesh, now coated with a sheen of
perspiration, up and down along Anthony's cock. He groaned his
approval to Brenda's adoring face. I'm sure that Brenda's earlier
show had put Anthony into a high state of sexual fever. Several
minutes of tit fucking was all that it took to bring him to the
edge.

As Anthony neared his release, he sat up and then gently lowered
Brenda to the floor in front of his chair. He retrieved his
throbbing cock from Brenda's big beautiful tits and began to stroke
it for the final release. He moved the head of his cock to hover
right over Brenda's face. She knew what to do. As Anthony moaned
through his last big stroke, Brenda opened her mouth wide. Anthony
dropped the head onto Brenda's tongue and began unloading his thick
sperm. As the first glob landed on Brenda's tongue, she jerked as
though an electric shock had been applied to her. Each successive
squirt caused a similar reaction.

Not a drop was lost as Brenda collected Anthony's cream in her
mouth. Her eyes were now wide open. Her body began to tremble as
she swallowed the precious liquid. I wondered if my beautiful wife
would ever be the same. The sperm seem to have an effect on her
like a very potent drug. I hoped it wasn't addicting.

Brenda said with a shaky voice, "I've never tasted anything as
wonderful as your cum Anthony."

Anthony nodded with understanding. He returned to his chair as
Brenda got up and sat in his lap. Anthony stroked Brenda's silky
white skin with his large black hand as she laid her head on his
shoulder.

Brenda looked into his eyes and said, "I love you, Anthony. I want
you to make love to me for the rest of my life. I'll even have your
babies if you want."

Anthony smiled and said, "That sounds wonderful baby." He winked at
me out of Brenda's sight. I assumed that her talk was caused by the
spell Anthony had on her and not her real feelings. Nonetheless, it
was difficult hearing those words about another man coming from my
wife. I was also very upset at the fact that three men had had sex
with my wife in front of me and it wasn't over yet.

After several minutes, Anthony had recovered and was ready to fuck
my wife. He got out his chair with her in his arms and placed her
on the bed. She eagerly accepted Anthony between her legs. First he
spent about five minutes eating her pussy. This delighted Brenda to
no end and produced a solid gold orgasm for her.

I still wondered how Anthony was going to feed his cock into her
stretched but still tight opening. He proceeded to show me how. He
simply put the large head against her slick opening and began a
steady push that finally resulted in that huge shaft being buried
in my wife. Brenda was gasping for air as though the shaft had
collapsed her lungs. Soon she had regained her breathing and
Anthony established a rhythm.

It was amazing to watch as Anthony's cock moved the tightly
clasping walls of my wife's pussy out of the way with each plunged.
Each time, Brenda's vaginal walls contracted again as his cock
withdrew. The slow stokes became fast. The fast strokes became too
fast. The pistoning shaft became a blur. Both Brenda's and
Anthony's eyes were tightly closed as though waiting for their
bodies to seize up and become unable to move. They continued to
move, however. They were on auto-pilot. The fast fuck lasted five
minutes, then ten minutes. After twenty minutes, Anthony did seize
up and began to deposit his magical sperm deep into my wife's
potentially fertile womb.

Brenda had also stopped the thrusting when she realized that
Anthony was cumming. With the first squirt her eyes sprang open as
though her womb had been scalded with hot water. The shock turned
to joy as the magical seed did its thing to my lusting wife's body
chemistry. She was taken away by her own massive orgasm. When
Anthony's deposit was complete, he removed himself from my wife and
went back to his chair. Brenda recovered from her climax and
started to follow Anthony but he motioned her back to the bed. She
was clearly disappointed.

Anthony seemed tired now but Brenda didn't seem phased by her
sexual activity. Anthony looked at her with concern. He said,
"Brenda, I want you to fuck your husband." She seemed ready to
protest when Anthony put his finger to his lips. He looked at me
and said, "She needs to be satiated, remember. Look at her, she's
still ready to go." I nodded, removed my clothes and approached my
wife. She looked at me as though we were strangers. It was a very
odd situation.

As reluctant as Brenda was to fuck me, her husband, she was also
horny beyond comprehension. I took her into my arms and she
responded. I laid her down and my cock found her now enlarged
pussy. It was big now but not too big. I found that I was as hard
as I've ever been. I was determined to add my sperm to Anthony's
and see whose would be the victor. I knew the odds were not in my
favor but I was determined. I fucked my wife like we had never
fucked before. Before we were done she was yelling my name and
telling me that she loved me. It made me that much more energetic
to know that my wife still cared for me. We both climaxed at the
same time. I dumped the biggest load of my life into her womb.
"Take that," I said under my breath.

Surprisingly, I was still hard. I rolled my wife on top of me and
she began to ride my cock seemingly with the goal of coaxing more
of my seed into her womb. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed
that Anthony had taken to the bed behind Brenda and seemed to be
preparing to fuck her. My first indication that he was doing
something was when Brenda's eyes became wide and she raised her
head up. I felt a pressure against my cock but nothing seemed to
touch me. It finally dawned on me that Anthony had pushed his fat
cock into Brenda's asshole. Her grunts and groans were louder now
as Anthony stretched her back door.

Soon we had established a steady rhythm. Brenda seemed to be going
through a steady climax. Anthony and I were not yet close to an
orgasm. Each of us had unloaded in Brenda before so we now had more
staying power. It was a good thing. We needed to wear out my little
sex starved wife. We double fucked Brenda for over a half hour. Her
constant climaxes had produced a dripping mess. Her juices dripped
out all over my balls and thighs. Finally I couldn't take it
anymore. I shot my second load deep inside my precious wife. I knew
that Anthony had done the same when Brenda's eyes got that glazed
look as though she had had a drug fix. This time she was looking
into my eyes when it overtook her. She now looked at me with the
love that I was used to. I was very happy about that. She
immediately fell asleep in my arms. I was more happy about that.
She was satiated.

Anthony removed himself from Brenda's ass and got off the bed. He
dressed and before he left he said, "Tom, I think she'll be yours
forever."

I smiled at that but reminded him, "That may be true but she may
have something of yours growing inside her."

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that," said Anthony as he
opened the door and left.

It's been one year since we met Anthony Brown. Three months ago
Brenda gave birth to a baby boy. The lad looks just like me.
Anthony was right. I didn't have anything to worry about. Brenda
doesn't remember anything from the night our baby was conceived. I
think it's best that way.

There were two lasting side effects of the experience with Anthony
Brown. The first is that my wife loves me to the point of
worshipping me. I assure you that I don't abuse this honor. It has
prompted me to do everything I can in return for my wife's love and
affection.

The second thing is that Brenda is no longer the shy and demure
girl that first put on that sexy outfit one year ago. Now she wears
outfits that make her first outfit look conservative. She says
she'll do anything for her wonderful husband. I'm on cloud nine and
I have Anthony Brown to thank.

The account you have just read contains acts that may not be
appropriate for everyone. In fact, some may be dangerous. The
author does not advocate the practice of these acts and in our
times recommends that care be taken when any sex act is performed.
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