I wrote this story originally a few years ago. But something about it didn’t sit right with me. Here is an expanded and different version. A follow-up is soon to follow! Yours truly,
Graveyard Night
I’m the kind of guy who’s ready and willing to lend a helping hand, especially when it’s squeezed between two tight thighs. But I never thought I’d use my stiff cock to satisfy the wives of my friends. That’s what happened. It all started with Debbie.
Debbie’s a busty blonde in her mid-thirties.
She’s a school teacher, and for the longest time, I dreamed of sitting in front of her class. Whenever I talked with her, she had a way of thrusting her sexy big tits my way.
Her husband and I go way back. Right out of highschool, I joined the Army; he went to college. I did my four years, and was honorablydischarged. It wasn’t long after that and I joined the police force. He did fine for himself, but sitting on his ass all day made him look 10 years older.
Steve and Debbie invited everybody to a barbeque on a hot night. All my married friends were there. Being single, I felt like an outsider in a way. But those married women wanted me for their personal insider. Debbie wasted no time.
When I was leaving she grabbed me for a good night kiss. And I mean a kiss. She had had a few drinks and she pushed her hot tongue deep into my mouth, pressing her big tits against my chest at the same time.
“Sorry, Carter,” she apologized, a little embarrassed. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Whatever it was,” I said, “I wish it would come over you again!” Debbie got a strange frown on her face, and I could tell she was mulling something over. My heart was beating a mile a minute; here I was, at a friend’s party, and his wife had just kissed me in the entryway to their home.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and said, “Come with me if you want to fuck me!” Before I could protest, she yanked me back into the living room, and we ducked down the hallway and into a walk-in closet. We were immediately on each other, kissing and licking and tearing each other’s clothes off.
Which, given that it was hot out, wasn’t much.
“I wanna see what you’re working with,” she whispered as she reached down and took hold of my cock with both hands. “I’ve never had one this big before. I’m a little scared.”
“Don’t worry,” I quietly replied as I flicked on the light. I found a blanket on a shelf and spread it over the carpet. Debbie laid down, spread her legs, and lifted her knees. Her large tits flattened a little, but not much. My gluttonous eyes trailed a line down her flat abdomen and the scant amount of hair encircling her moist, pink cunt.
Her toes, covered in pink nail polish, were pointed toward the ceiling. I flicked off the light, and knelt between her legs. In the silence of the closet, I could hear her excited breathing. The fog of her breath carried the aroma of strongly made mixed drinks. She took in a deep breath as the rotund head of my cock penetrated her body.
“Just breathe,” I cautioned her as I slowly pushed myself into her. “I’ll go slow, okay?”
Light peeking in from under the door gave me enough illumination to make out distinguishable features of her face. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her mouth hung open. She was doing her best to silence her moaning by covering her mouth with her hand. Her pussy was warm and welcoming and became wetter the deeper I pressed into her. By the time my balls came to rest on her ass cheeks, she was already cuming.
Laying down on top of her, Debbie wrapped her arms and legs around me as I began to thrust harder and faster. I could feel the muscles of her cunt squeezing and pulling my cock, milking it for all its pre-cum. Debbie buried her face in my chest to try and mute her vocalizations. By the time she had her first major orgasm on my cock, my balls were slapping her ass with a wet thwap.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
“God, yes! Please, yes! Fuck me!” Debbie cried into my chest. I could feel the heels of her feet bouncing off my ass.
“Where do you want me to cum?!”
“Cum…cum inside…me!”
Sweat slicked my skin and beads dripped from my nose. Debbie’s long fingernails dug into my ass as she tried to force me deeper.
Outside, Steve and everyone else was drinking and shooting off fireworks, never knowing that Debbie and I were in the throes of lust. My orgasm built to a beautiful crescendo and I emptied my balls inside her.
In the quiet of the closet, we listened to each other breathe. Debbie’s fingertips lightly caressed my back and her head lifted off the floor and her lips met mine. Once again, our tongues were diving into each other’s mouths. My cock was still hard, and once the sensitivity had passed, I began thrusting again.
Covering her neck and chest in my saliva, I drove my cock forcefully into her saturated cunt. Debbie’s body convulsed and her eyes rolled back in her head as I raced to my second orgasm. With legs trapped on my arms, I held her shoulders firmly in place. I wanted her pussy to be sore after I was done with it. Debbie whimpered and moaned and her head tossed about and peppered her speech with colorful cussing.
My second orgasm came and it was just as powerful and I was soon limp. We dressed quickly, kissed and slipped out of the closet. I made a fast exit out the front door, and ran out to my truck. The whole way home, I wondered if anyone had heard us. I was glad I fucked her though.
I figured it would end there, but it didn’t. A few days later Debbie appeared at my door. I asked where Steve was.
“He’s home watching the ballgame,” she said.
I spent a long moment breathing in her raw beauty. Debbie wore skintight jeans and a silk blouse, which was buttoned just below her tits. I thought about what happened a few nights before, and was instantly hard.
Each passing minute, I had expected Steve to call me, cussing at me, but he never did.
“Could I talk to you?” she asked softly. I welcomed her in and she followed me to the kitchen. From the pensive expression on her face, I wasn’t sure if the nature of her visit was friendly or not. “About the other night,” she began, I paused in the middle of making coffee, and there was a ravenous glint in her eye, which breathed new life into my sagging erection, “can we do that again?”
“When?” I asked.
“Just as soon as I say what I want to.” I turned to face her, giving her my full attention. From what she said, I gathered that she wasn’t accustomed to that. “I’m not a slut, okay? It’s just,” her face took on a pained expression, “it’s just that Steve is married to his fucking job, and I’m horny! Okay?! And you’re fucking hot, Mack, and the other night, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity!”
I stood there, listening to her, speechless.
“What I came her to ask was if you would like to be the one who fucks me?”
“Absolutely!” I said and took a step towards her. She held up her hand to stop me
Debbie, by far, was the most well thought out adulterous I’d ever met.
“Can we agree on some things?”
“Sure.”
“Okay. First, what happened the other night in the closet will never happen again. We can have sex here, my cabin down at the lake, your truck, the park, wherever, but not at my house. Unless Steve and the kids are gone. And even then, it’s iffy. Second, if we catch feelings for one another, that’s fine. Just know I’m not leaving my husband. I just have sexual needs he can’t meet. Third, no hickeys. I hate them; they’re disgusting. Can we agree on that?”
She came around to my side of the island bar and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her large tits popped out and she cupped them, pointing her hard brown nipples at me. I pulled her close and drove my face between her milky breasts.
She begged me to fuck her. In seconds, she was on her knees and clawing at my pants.
It wasn’t long before my throbbing cock was in her hot mouth. Digging her fingers into my ass, she guided my dick between her full lips and slid her wet tongue up and down my thick shaft. Debbie was sucking and slurping away on my knob. She cupped my hairy balls in her hand and gently squeezed them. When I felt myself coming, I steadied her shoulders and started really pumping. Her hot suction urged me in deeper until I climaxed and shot a steady load down her throat.
Standing up, she slipped out of her shoes, pulled down her pants, and laid spread eagled out on my table. Despite having just came, my cock wasn’t losing any size.
“Fuck me, Carter!” she cried. “Hard!”
Her pussy was welcoming and wet, enabling me to slide in easier this time. She wrapped her long legs tightly around my waist and rammed her cunt hard against my pumping groin. Screaming and crying, Debbie became an animal in heat, stopping short of nothing less than total fulfillment.
While her tits bounced in every direction, Debbie held onto my kitchen table for dear life. I could feel her pussy tightening on my cock, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her throat emitted something like an other worldly growl. My saturated cock was soon smeared with cream.
I thought briefly of Steve, sitting at home, watching the baseball game on ESPN. He was sitting at home watching the game, while his gorgeous and loving wife was getting a satisfying fuck out of his friend. The thought that Steve believed whatever excuse Debbie gave him for leaving the house looking like a MILF, and remaining none the wiser, appealed to me.
Pressing her legs together, I lifted her feet to my face, kissed, and licked the soft soles of her feet.
“Fuck, that feels good!” she cried. “God…damn…your cock!”
Her feet were now up on my shoulders. I could smell their odor and it was driving me insane. With my right hand clutching her throat and my left squeezing a tit, I slammed into her body as hard as I could. Her ragged cries and sounds of our slapping flesh reverberated off the walls.
Her body twisted and writhed on the table. “Your cock…stretching my pussy so good! Stretching my pussy…stretching my pussy so good!”
“GOD DAMN!” Debbie screamed at the top of her lungs. Her face, neck and chest were red as a rose. I now held her legs out wide, with my hands upon her ankles. Debbie sat up on her elbows and watched as I disappeared inside her body.
Within my thighs, I could feel my own orgasm building. My cock became more rigid, my ball sack, tighter. In just a few moments, I would let loose a copious load of cream inside her.
A few silent moments fell between us as we struggled to catch our breath and come to terms with what we just did. I was still buried deep inside her. It wasn’t until I looked out the bay window, that I realized that anyone walking in the alley in the fading daylight, would have seen what I was doing and whom I was fucking. Debbie pulled me down for a kiss and wrapped her arms around my neck. She let out a squeal of delight when I picked her up (still joined together) and carried her into the living room.
With Debbie on my lap, impaled on my cock, which refused to deflate, we kissed passionately. She would become a regular visitor to my home. Debbie not only spread her legs, but also the word that my cock was available.
XXX
Patty and Tom, who are friends of mine, have been married seven years and have always seemed happy. Then they invited me to dinner one night.
I eagerly accepted. So many of my married friends think a single guy will starve to death. The truth of the matter is, the wives are starved for dick.
Tom owns a deli and does okay financially. His long hours, seven in the morning to nine at night, wear him out. The night I went over for dinner, Tom started dozing at about ten o’clock, but his wife was a ball of energy and one hell of a cock tease. She and I are tight friends, and I picked up on her sex signals.
Patty wore a short skirt and at one point she lifted a bare foot atop the coffee table. I thought I’d drop my drink at the free show. She wore no panties and my eyes were riveted to the matted mound of curly cunt hair. She smiled at my hot attention.
Poor Tom woke up at one point to announce he was going to bed. I was about leave, but Patty had other plans. “C’mon, Carter, have one more drink. We’re having such good conversation.”
“All right, but make it a quickie.”
“A quickie?” she teased, sauntering by me toward the kitchen. Tom tumbled up the stairs and to bed. The poor guy was out for the count. When Patty returned, she insisted I join her on the couch. I glanced toward the stairs and she motioned to me that Tom was a sound sleeper.
Once we were settled on the couch with our drinks, she said, “Does Steve know you’re fucking his wife?” I felt all the color drain from face. My heart skipped several beats.
“W-what makes you think I am?”
“Because I heard you two fucking in the closet at the barbecue.” She proceeded to pull out her phone and pressed play on the video. I recognized the hallway and the door. From beyond, I could hear my ballsack slapping her ass.
“Oh, god yes!” Debbie whined on the video. “Fuck me! Yes! Damn it, fuck me!”
Once the video concluded, I swallowed hard over my throat. “Is this some form of blackmail? Because, you know, I am a cop.”
“Not at all,” Patty said, setting her phone down on the table. “I just want what Debbie got. I want fucked! Hard!”
Patty’s the type of wife who toys with danger. A lot of people are caught up in it all; I might have thought twice about fucking his wife. But as the blood rushed to my swelling cock, I was driven by mad desire. I was soon thrusting and pumping into her wet and willing snatch, only stopping once I drained my load into her.
I had her laid out along the length of the coffee table; the wood was creaking and popping, I thought it was going to snap. Patty’s left leg was on my right shoulder, and I held her right leg down at my side. At any given moment, I thought that Tom would hear his wife moaning and the pounding I was laying on her, but nothing.
“I want you to kiss my feet!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! Suck on my toes!”
Lifting her feet to my face, I sucked on all ten of Patty’s toes. This seemed to heighten her excitement. Her vocalizations became louder and her pussy got wetter.
With sweat pouring off my body, I dragged her off the coffee table, and bent her over the width of it. Now, I don’t know if it was the fact that I was fucking my friend’s wife while he was asleep in bed, or that her round ass was jiggling like shock waves moving across the ground, or that we were taking a great chance of getting caught, but something animalistic came out in me. I delivered several hard slaps to each cheek; making sure that I left handprints and weldts behind.
Patty, of course, loved it and was thrusting back against me. Grabbing a fistful of hair, I jerked her head back.
“Dirty slut!” I growled and smacked her ass some more. “Fucking another man while your husband sleeps!”
“Yes! Yes! I’m a dirty slut! A dirty fucking slut!”
“How does my cock compare to his?!”
“Yours is so much better! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
We paused for a brief moment, my cock completely buried inside her, and waited for her orgasm to pass. Her body shuddered on the coffee table and I could feel her snatch close tight around my cock. I leaned down on top of her, placing my head next to hers, and began to pound.
“Oh, shit!” Patty let out with an exasperated moan.
“Is my cock bigger than Tom’s?”
“Fuck, yes, it is!”
“I bet I’m not the only guy who’s fucked you, am I?”
“No! I’ve been fucked by other men!”
My ball sack slapped her pussy and juices ran down my thighs. I was close to getting my nut, and wanted to put it deep inside of Patty. The final minute, I pounded her pussy like it was going to be my last. I could feel her pussy throbbing around my convulsing cock.
“I can feel you coming,” she said, pushing back against me. “It feels so fucking good!”
“We’ll have to do it again sometime,” Patty said as I was leaving. “Perhaps a little bit more brazen!”
She got off on a kinky trip with danger.
Suddenly I had become a surrogate cock, filling wives’ desires as well as their cunts. If they weren’t with their men for some reason, or flirting with danger like Patty, some of them were simply out for a wild time.
XXX
That’s how it was with Cassy, an uninhibited nymph I have known for a long time. Her husband, Ray, who also happened to be my captain, said she always wiped him out. He’s in his early 50s and his 47-year-old wife has the energy of a young girl. That’s how he described her. His assessment was one-hundred percent correct.
“Consider yourself lucky,” I told him one morning when we were at the gym.
He laughed. “Lucky? My dick feels like chopped meat. You go fuck her!” I was so flabbergasted, I nearly dropped my weight.
“What did you, Ray?” I asked, incredulous, of course.
“I told you to go fuck my wife. She’s in the sauna.”
I stared at Ray, my captain and friend, and for a long, quiet moment, all I could hear was the whirring of the treadmills and the clanking of weights. He wasn’t smiling. His face was a mixture of exhaustion and genuine defeat. This wasn’t a joke. He was giving me his blessing.
“You’re not serious,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. My mind was reeling. First Debbie, then Patty, and now Cassy? Ray was my captain, a man I respected. This was a new level of risk, of brazenness.
“Carter, look at me,” he said, gesturing to his slumped shoulders and the bags under his eyes. “I love my wife. She’s a good woman, and a damn good mother. But she’s a force of nature. I can’t keep up. You’re young, you’re… well, you’re all Debbie talks about when it comes to sex. You’ve got the stamina. She needs to be satisfied. And I need to get some sleep. The sauna’s all yours.”
I nodded slowly, the weight still in my hand. I felt like a walking, talking cheat code for married women. It was a bizarre kind of honor.
I found Cassy in the sauna, wrapped in a towel. The heat had made her skin glow, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. Her left leg was crossed over her right, and her foot dangled in midair. Sitting close to her was a woman who appeared to be biracial; black and white. She looked up as I entered. A knowing smile crossed her lips.
“Debbie speaks highly of you,” she said, her voice husky.
“She does, huh?” I replied, sitting across from her.
She smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. “She says that no man has made her cum as hard as you have. Says your skills are fantastic”
My heart hammered against my ribs. “And Harvey?” I asked.
“He’s not a fool. He knows what I need.” She untucked the towel and let it fall to the bench, revealing a body that defied her age—firm and toned. “Are you going to disappoint him?” Glancing over at the woman sitting a few feet away from her, Cassy said, “This is Tasha.”
Tasha gave a shy wave and a quiet “hey.”
“She wants to watch. Are you okay with that?” I nodded my head. “Okay, then! Let me see your dick!”
I untied my towel and opened it. My half-flaccid cock laid upon my left thigh. Cassy is of Native American descent. Cherokee to be precise, and her jet black hair was swept back over her left shoulder. I was pleased to see the thick patch of black hair present between her thighs.
Cassy stood, folded her towel and set it on the wood flooring between my feet. Without any further word, she took hold of my cock and about expertly sucking it. Her almond colored eyes locked with mine while she licked the shaft and then her head would bob up and down several times before repeating the process. The diamonds in her ring caught the dim light, and I suddenly thought of Harvey.
I stared at Cassy, her head bobbing up and down on my cock, her eyes locked with mine. The diamonds on her ring sparkled with every motion, a brilliant, mocking reminder of her husband. Harvey. My captain. Had he gone home? Or was he still in the weight room?
Cassy’s tongue darted out, flicking at the head of my dick before she took me deep again. Tasha, the other woman, sat silently, her eyes wide, watching every detail. I could feel my body beginning to react, the blood rushing to my cock, making it thicker, harder. Cassy’s throat was working, a rhythmic motion that pulled me deeper and deeper. The air in the sauna was thick with the scent of pine and sex.
When she finally pulled away, my cock was rock hard and glistening with her saliva. “Now you know what Harvey’s missing,” she said, her voice a low purr. She gestured to the floor. “Get on your back.”
I laid down on the warm wooden bench, my erection pointing towards the ceiling. Cassy stood over me for a moment, her eyes tracing the length of my cock. Tasha shifted, leaning forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the spectacle. Cassy then slowly squatted, lowering herself onto my waiting dick. The thick patch of black hair between her thighs brushed against my stomach before the head of my cock found her wet, eager pussy.
“Oh, Ted,” she moaned as I slid inside her, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. “You’re perfect. So big, so hard.” She lowered herself completely, impaling herself on me, her eyes rolling back in her head. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her ankles crossed over my back, pressing herself down, grinding her hips against mine. I could feel every inch of her, hot and tight around me.
I reached up, my hands finding her firm ass cheeks, squeezing them as she began to ride me. Her movements were slow at first, then picked up speed, her body bouncing with each thrust. Her cries echoed off the tiled walls, a symphony of lust and release. Tasha watched, her breathing growing heavier, a silent witness to the unfolding passion. Cassy threw her head back, her long, dark hair swinging, a wild, uninhibited nymph.
I pounded into Cassy, my hips bucking up to meet her. She cried out my name, her body a convulsing mess of pleasure. I could feel her orgasm building, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on my cock, milking it for all it was worth. I thrust one last time, emptying myself deep inside her, feeling her convulsions tighten around me as she came.
When we were done, she collapsed onto my chest, her body slick with sweat and other fluids. Tasha walked over and, without a word, laid a towel over us. We were no longer just a couple of people at the gym. We were a secret, a conspiracy of lust and betrayal. I was the key, the man who held the power to satisfy the wives of my friends.
I walked out of that gym a different man. I was no longer just the single guy who was lucky enough to get a little action on the side. I was a service, a release valve for the married women of the city. I was the secret their husbands didn’t know they needed. It started with Debbie, then Patty, and now Cassy. It seemed my reputation was growing, and so was the line of women who wanted a piece of me. The last scene wasn’t an ending, it was a beginning. I was a man on a mission, one stiff cock at a time. The last scene wasn’t an ending, it was a beginning. My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text message from an unknown number: “Hi. You don’t know me, but my name is Glenn. My wife is friends with Pattie. I was wondering if you’d like to have sex with my wife?” The game was on.
The Average American Man 