Sunday’s Game_, Part 4 · Part 2 (2/2)
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Ron was busy setting up his gear and testing his lights. George found the CD player, put on some music and then pulled Michelle away from Jeff and started to dance with her. Jeff lay on the sofa and watched them.
It was starting. Now they were playing with her but very soon the play would stop and then they would be fucking my wife!
The next hour was all foreplay. George and Jeff took turns dancing with Michelle. I guess Ron couldn't dance, or maybe he just liked to watch. But he seemed to enjoy watching, particularly when George was dancing with her. George would pull her dress up revealing her bare rear while he pressed his fingers into her. She was responding like I'd never seen her before. After a particularly sexy dance, George took her hands and put them on his crotch. "Take it out." he ordered.
Without hesitation, she unzipped his fly and with difficulty managed to wrestle his monster cock out of his pants.
"My God! You're huge." exclaimed Michelle. And he was! I thought Jeff was big but this guy had a monster. His cock was like a horse. It must have been as big around as my arm and, it seemed to be at least a foot or more long. Michelle, her eyes wide with astonishment, was not able to reach around it with only one of her small hands around it, so she held him with both hands.
"Suck it." he ordered as he pushed her head down. Ron moved in with a video camera as Michelle took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was so large that she could barely get her lips over it. But she tried. Oh, how she tried. She licked it and nibbled and stroked his up and down with one hand while the other caressed his balls. I could tell she was loving this. It was her first black cock and she meant to make it memorable.
Taking the head out of her mouth for a minute she said to nobody in particular, "Oh God! I love this cock. I've never seen anything like this in my whole life."
George sat in a chair and Ron filmed every stroke of her mouth over the head of his cock. Ron seemed to be enjoying this almost as much as Jeff and George. His face was all red and he was perspiring as though he was really involved in the sex.
This was wonderful. Getting Jeff and Ron on video fucking my wife was priceless, how sweet the revenge.
Now Michelle was kneeling in front of George. Jeff lay on his back and slid up between Michelle's legs. His head disappeared under her black chiffon dress but from her reaction I could tell he was licking her pussy. Ron filmed the whole thing and focused in on the large bulge in Jeff's pants.
"I guess we should turn that thing loose," Ron remarked. I didn't comprehend what he was saying until he put the camera down and sat on the floor next to Jeff. He unzipped Jeff's pants and pulled his cock out.
"Holy shit!" I remarked. "That's my boss. The guy's a fag!" We all watched as Ron stroked Jeff's cock a few times and then took the full length of it into his mouth. He was giving Jeff a blowjob and Jeff was not resisting. "Jesus, this is incredible. I'm going to have pictures and videos of my boss giving Jeff a blowjob! Incredible."
"Looks like they've done this before." Charles remarked.
After a few minutes, Michelle pulled away and remarked, "I'm so horny. Will somebody please fuck me?" Then she saw Ron with his throat filled with Jeff's cock. "Oh my God!"
George stood up pulling her with him, "Let's go into the bedroom where we have more room." Our cameras followed the four of them. Ron had retrieved his camera and wiping his chin off, he followed them down the hall.
As they were walking Michelle, George and Jeff were tearing at their clothes. By the time they got to our master bedroom they were all naked. Reaching the bed, they fell into a pile, Michelle on her back, legs high, Jeff kneeling between them. George, kneeled at her head and for the moment was content to push the head of his cock into Michelle's mouth. Jeff pressed the head of his cock against Michelle's pussy. She was very wet, both from her own juices and from Jeff's tongue, and his cock slid easily into her.
"Oh, God! That feels so good," she cried. Jeff began a steady cadence fucking my wife very hard. She was obviously loving it because she was matching his strokes by lifting her hips to meet him.
Charles shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "God this is incredible stuff. I think we've got a real winner here."
"You really think it will sell?" Dave piped up.
"No doubt about it. This could get us an award at the Porno Flick convention in Vegas next year. It's absolutely what they're looking for."
Michelle was sucking as best she could on George's huge tool, and from the noises she was making she was really enjoying the fucking she was getting from my neighbor, Jeff. The big screen in the center kept shifting from camera to camera to get the best views, and each of the other dozen or so cameras were running on smaller screens off to the side. It was an amazing production and my wife was the star of the show.
Michelle began to thrust up harder and her cries signaled her impeding climax. She made a sound almost like crying with little yelps each time Jeff's cock plunged into her. Jeff responded to her excitement and began to build to his own climax. With a shriek Michelle pulled Jeff to her and lunged several times very hard into him. He responded by pounding hard into her and with a loud grunt he poured his sperm deep into her belly. Then, exhausted, they dropped back onto the bed.
She didn't get much rest, though and in only a very few minutes, George moved down on the bed. "Let me have a go at her, will you?" he asked Jeff.
Jeff moved up to Michelle's head, placing his knees on either side of her head, his cock dangling in her face. She immediately took his cock into her mouth and sucked the remaining cum from it.
George, meanwhile was moving into position between Michelle's legs. He lifter her legs high in the air.
"God, he's big! We need to get this on tape." Ron remarked.
"Jeff, hold her legs apart." Jeff reached out, took Michelle's ankles in his hands and pulled her legs up even higher and wide apart.
"Higher. That's good. Now let me get a closeup of that great cock moving into her." Ron was in there with the video camera, light on filming as George began to rub the head of his cock against Michelle's waiting pussy lips.
"Oh, God." murmured Michelle, "I don't know if I can do this. He's so big!"
"I think she's right, George. She's pretty small; you might not be able to get that thing into her."
"I'll be very careful, but you've got her very lubed up and I think this is going to work just fine." With that he lifted the head of his cock up and down across the opening to my tiny wife's pussy several times, and then he pushed forward a bit. We could see on the big screen as the head of his cock started forward into Michelle. She jumped and yelped at once.
"Ow, that hurts. It's too big, it's not going to fit!" she exclaimed.
Not to be put off, George continued to push forward, his huge cock stretching the cuntlips of my wife's pussy wider than they'd ever been before.
"Ohhh, God, it hurts! Oh, Stop! Please stop." But George wasn't about to stop. The head of his cock had disappeared into Michelle and he was steadily making progress, inch by inch. Beads of perspiration stood out on Michelle's forehead and her breathing was short and shallow.
"Dave, he's going to kill her!" I exclaimed.
"Don't worry, she's doing just fine," remarked Charles. "I've seen this a hundred times. She's pretty uncomfortable right now, but wait a few minutes. She'll be begging him to fuck her harder.'
I watched her face as the huge black cock descended a few more inches into her. She was still gasping but her distress seemed to lessen a bit. Her breathing wasn't quite so panicked and her fingernails weren't digging into Charles quite so hard.
His cock was now about half way into her. To Michelle, it felt as if her whole body was filled with this giant cock. There couldn't be any more, could there? Just when she felt he was going to tear her apart, he reversed and pulled his cock out, not all the way, but just so that the head was inside of her.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he asked her. She simply moaned a sigh of relief, which was short-lived because he began his forward assault again. This time the pain wasn't as great and she began to think she was going to be able to handle him. But this time he went deeper, much deeper. Much deeper than her husband, even deeper than Jeff. She could feel his cock pressing against the very top of her womb, but still it kept coming. It was stretching and filling her like nothing she had ever imagined before. She lost all thought consciousness of anything except the intrusion of this huge cock inside of her. She felt dizzy, she thought she was going to pass out. Then she felt it pulling out again, and for the first time she had the beginnings of a feeling of pleasure.
His cock was wet, partly from Jeff's cum, but also from her juices. Her body was responding. Even though her consciousness was telling her that something terrible was happening, her body was responding sexually.
The next stroke was a little faster and it went a little deeper. There was still pain as her body adjusted, but there was also pleasure, definite pleasure. Each stroke was a little faster and a little deeper. After a dozen strokes, George pushed all the way in. She felt his pubic bone against hers pushing hard. He was trying to push even deeper, but he'd reached his limit and she handled it! She'd taken every inch of that huge cock. George stopped and allowed her body accustom itself to this intruder.
But now, she didn't want him to stop. Now it was clearly feeling good. Each stroke felt better and better. She wanted him to fuck her.
"Please fuck me." she whispered, and then in a louder voice, "Fuck me, oh please fuck me. I want it; I need it. Fuck me hard." And he did.
George was truly a fucking machine. His hips started a rhythm that drove Michelle to heights she had never known before. She climaxed almost immediately, and then again a few short minutes later. But he didn't stop. George didn't stop until she had cum again and again and again. And even then, he didn't stop. He was pounding into her with an energy that was amazing. After nearly an hour of steady fucking, he began to pick up speed and we all knew that he was cumming. When he came it was huge. He drove into her hard, brutal. Five, ten, fifteen times. Grunting and cumming, pouring his sperm deep into her belly.
Michelle couldn't handle the pill. When we made love, she always insisted that I wear a condom. I hated the rubbers, but I wore them because she couldn't handle the pill and she didn't want children. Now, in the space of an hour or so, two men had dumped full loads of sperm into her belly. I wondered where she was in her cycle. It seemed a couple of weeks ago that she was feeling poorly and told me she was getting her period. I couldn't remember the exact date, but it seemed likely that she was near a very dangerous time. I laughed to myself. I wonder if it will be black or white?
We watched for the next two hours as Jeff and George took turns fucking my lovely little wife. They hardly stopped at all. They fucked her every way they could. At one point she was sitting astride George and Jeff moved in behind her and fucked her in the ass. She'd never allowed me to do that. I wondered if it was a first for her. Then she even offered to let Ron fuck her, but instead he asked for a blow job. She gladly complied. My wife was now the official office slut, available to anyone.
Dave and I went for lunch, with them still fucking. We discussed the arrangements of the porno movies, and how it would work. I was flabbergasted when he told me how much money would be forthcoming if it was successful. It was an incredible business.
When we returned, Michelle was on top of Ron in a 69 position. She was sucking his cock and he was licking her pussy. Jeff was fucking her from behind and Ron was stroking Jeff's balls. George was sitting cross-legged with the video camera, panning back and forth.
They fucked all afternoon. George was the star. Ron came once or maybe twice and then he was done. Jeff did better. According to the camera crew he came five times. But he seemed pretty much finished also. But not George. George was fucking with as much energy as he had in the morning. I could tell Michelle was tiring but she was still enjoying it.
"He's wearing her out," said Charles. "I'm not sure how much more of this she can take. I don't thing you'll be getting lucky with this lady again for a while."
I just smiled. Lucky? No, not in the way Charles meant, but it certainly was a stroke of luck, the way things were turning out.
A few months later.
Everything worked out just as we'd hoped. Better, in fact. Shortly after that big day, I requested a private meeting with Ron. His official title was CFO, Chief Financial Officer, and managing the company's money was his responsibility.
When we sat down he said, "I think I know why you're here. You weren't happy that I promoted Jeff ahead of you, but that's just the way things are. And I also know that you haven't had a pay raise for a long time. Well, I just want you to be patient for a while. Maybe after the first of the year we can give you a little raise."
"No, Ron." I'd never been permitted to call him by his first name and he looked startled when I said it. "No, I'm not here for a raise or a promotion."
"Well what do you want, then?"
"I want you to fire me."
"What?"
"Yes, I'd like you to fire me and give me a big, fat separation deal."
"What the hell are you talking about? Are you crazy?" He was very flustered.
"No, Ron, I'm not crazy. And here's a list of what I want. It's not negotiable, and I want it in writing. Continue my pay for a year, medical insurance for two years, sign over the company car I'm driving. And, oh yes, I'd like a little bonus. Say a hundred thousand dollars, payable today." As I talked I walked over to the VCR that he had in his office an inserted a tape. I pushed the play button.
"You're out of your mind. Get the hell out of my office, and while your at it, clean out your desk and get out of the building. You're fired…." With this last his voice dropped off as he noticed what was playing on the screen. It was a crystal clear video of him with Jeff's cock stuffed well down his throat.
A contract was drawn up and signed the next day. It took him two days to get me the check, but he was good for it. He kept asking for the videotape so I gave it to him. He was stupid, he never asked if there were any others. Ya, there were a couple of copies.
A few weeks later our video, "Michelle Does Her Husband's Boss" opened in six thousand Adult Motels, Video Arcades and Porno Stores. It's reception has been phenomenal, and the money is pouring in.
I was going to send a copy of the tape to the Company President and to Jeff's wife, but I thought, "What the hell, he's got to be worried about that, and sooner or later it will happen. Let him stew in his juices for a while."
It took a few weeks but eventually somebody in the company saw the film, and bought a copy. It made the rounds in the company and eventually, one of the wives saw it. She gave it to Jeff's wife who promptly gave it to her lawyer.
So Jeff is gone, from the company, from the neighborhood, from the town. So is Ron. George is still around and has no trouble getting a date. Getting a job has been a bit more difficult.
Oh, and as to Michelle. A few days after the event, she and I watched a home movie. The next day she signed a divorce agreement, no contest. I gave her the house; I could never live there again anyway. But, she's going to have to go to work which she thinks is a big problem.
She told me that she doesn't know how she's going to support herself, so I gave her Charles' phone number and suggested that she and George go see him. Maybe she will. I hope so. If she does, I get a nice percentage of the take.
So, look for Michelle and George in a movie coming soon to your neighborhood porno theater.
Sunday’s Game_, Part 4 · Part 2 (2/2)
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