My name is Sage and I am a working housewife and work three days a week to help our budget. I'm 31 years old, five feet eight inches tall, and 125 pounds with brown hair, blue eyes, and D cup firm tits, and a trim figure. I am married to Mike who works as a machinist and loves to gamble but we stopped that a couple years ago when we fell into debt because of it and I convinced him to quit...or so I thought.
Mike had been gambling online unbeknownst to me and had been falling further and further behind. Gamblers like Mike never learn that you can't bet against the house because you never win and now we are in trouble again. We closed our account on the website and saved what was necessary and formatted the hard drive and re-installed our necessary programs. We hoped that would be it but it wasn't as we were soon to find out as the phone calls began.
We blocked first his number and then mine, I couldn't figure how they got my number, but soon men began showing up where Mike worked and then outside our home just watching. A couple times they approached Mike demanding all the money he owed and he tried to negotiate payment terms but he fell behind on those too because the interest kept accumulating. Things fell silent for a couple weeks until one evening the doorbell rang and when Mike opened it a huge man pushed his way in.
He was a big man well-muscled, bald, and chest hair sticking out the top of his polo shirt. He was also wearing a sports jacket with a pistol in a shoulder holster under his left arm. He wasn't that bad looking but the determination on his face made him look menacing. He pulled Mike up short by his shirt and demanded all the money he owed now, $7800, money we just didn't have. Mike promised he would get it and the man gave him three days or else. Then he looked at me and said, "Nice wife," before turning to leave.
The next day the man came by and introduced himself as Victor and wanted to talk. He didn't trust that my husband would get the money and I didn't either, I thought he might try gambling to get the money but that never works. I told Victor this and we agreed that Mike would need a better incentive. I'm not naive; the look in his eyes told me what was on his mind. Victor was a brute of an Italian man with black hair on his head, arms, and his chest from what I could see.
He also had one of the best leering looks I had ever seen. We were sitting at the dining table and he asked to use the restroom. It was down the hall behind me and when he came back I thought he would sit back down but he didn't. He came up behind me and put his big mitts on my shoulders. I began to get up but he held me down. "I came back today because I thought we might have a common goal and work out a way to, shall I say; help Mike pay his debt to us."
"Yes, I was hoping that too."
I sand nervously.
"You are a very pretty woman, a very sexy woman, a smart woman, a woman willing to do what was necessary to help her family."
"Yes I am, I hope we can work something out," I said.
"I'm sure we can if you are willing." My spidey sense was tingling.
Victor's hands were still on my shoulders and began sliding down toward my breasts. I grabbed them and halted their advance. He continued, "I don't want to harm you, it's the last thing on my mind but you should know that I can take you right now and there is nothing you can do." He could too and I would be powerless to stop him. He came around to my right side and kept his hand around my neck and on my left shoulder.
I felt the bulge in his pants against my upper arm and looked down nearly embarrassed at what was in my mind. "If we work together," He said, we could make a deal that would benefit us both."
"That would be the best outcome wouldn't it?" I should mention at this point that my husband and I had a couple wild years after we were married but since then we have been monogamous...well mostly anyway.
He said, "Why don't you unbutton your blouse and I will unzip my pants and loosen my belt." And there it was!
Do you know that feeling you get sometimes when you should do one thing but inextricably you do the opposite? That was the case here. It was as if something deep within me was controlling what I do and I wanted to learn what it is. What I should have done was refuse but what I did was begin undoing my blouse.
One button after the other until they were all loose. The butterflies in my stomach were doing flip flops as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants leaving only the snap holding them together at the waist. He took my hand gently and said, "Where is your bedroom?" I slowly got to my feet and without speaking led him down the hall to our bedroom. We never spoke as we finished undressing, me feeling like I did on my wedding night with Mike.
Mike's cock is six inches and not too thick, Victors cock was at least two inches longer and half again thicker. Victor's cock was hard and curving slightly upward and his large hairy balls hanging but not too low. The head was slightly thicker and beautifully shaped. I have seen my share of cocks but his was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. He sat on the edge of the bed and I put my hands on his knees as I sank to mine, eyes fixed on the cock that was soon to be in my mouth.
My cunt betrayed me as it got instantly wet and my mouth was also wet in anticipation. I opened my mouth and put it over the head of his cock and slid it down. Gawd his cock felt good in my mouth and without hardly realizing it his cock was all the way down my throat to his big hairy balls. I knew I was cheating on Mike but didn't he cheat on me, betraying my trust about gambling? But even as I was sucking Victors' cock a thought was forming in the back of my head.
After some time Victor pulled me up on the bed and lay down inviting me to get on top. I slid my sopping wet cunt down over his waiting cock and slid all the way down feeling it slide past my cervix giving me a spasm of ecstasy as it did. I began moving up and down, side to side and around and around and he was loving it. "Damn! What a hot sexy little whore you are, your pussy feels so damn good!"
"Cunt, my cunt feels good. A pussy is a baby kitten, women have cunts, I have a cunt and I know how to use it."
"You sure do. How do you like my cock?"
"You're kidding, right? Your cock is fabulous and I love how it feels." Whatever had gone before with the gambling and him understandably wanting his money was behind me. All there was now was a virile man fucking me stupid...or was I fucking him stupid? He turned me around and began fucking me doggie style hard, deep, and passionately. He fucked me with a passion I have never known as if he could hardly control himself. In five different positions, he fucked me like all women should be fucked before coming up, straddling me, and unloading his huge load of cum in my mouth.
He was groaning and growling like a bear as he was filling my mouth with his delicious cum. I kept his cum in my mouth, so warm, so smooth, and so tastefully good, and finally, I swallowed.
"You liked my cum, didn't you? It tasted good, didn't it? Ya, you liked me fucking you, you're a good little whore."
"Thank you and yes I loved your cum, it tasted very good."
We talked for some time and we hit on the perfect and just solution for our dilemma. We agreed he would come over tomorrow evening and run it all down to Mike. I was content in my belief that I did not cheat on Mike for I still love him and have not betrayed that. I have only accepted lust as an addition to my desires.
When Mike came home I told him about Victor being here and having sex with him assuring him that our love was still intact and that loyalty was the important thing, not monogamy.
