Rosie wasn't quite herself. For a few weeks now she'd been moping
around the house. She felt like there was something missing.

Steve was working from home, he told Rosie that his part of the
project was over, which it was, but he just couldn't concentrate
at work. After witnessing Rosie cheating without his consent last
month, he still didn't know what to do about it. He was naturally
laid back, which annoyed Rosie sometimes, but he'd gone through
so many emotions in the past month that he'd told himself he'd
just have to accept it. His anger and jealousy had subsided.

They'd both had sex with other people during their marriage, but
both of them had been in the room and both of them had
participated. He supposed that others would have called them
Swingers, but it happened so rarely and only ever with the same
couple. His daughter Beatrice was the result of their first
fling.

Steve thought he knew what the problem was. She was pining for
another big cock. Steve's wasn't small, and she came several
times when he made love to her, two or three times during
foreplay and twice when he fucked her, but she wanted it harder
and harder each time, wanting to be filled completely.

He reached into his desk drawer and took out a memory stick. He'd
thought about copying the contents onto his hard drive but, after
removing the video he'd shot of Rosie and Bobby from the camera's
memory card, he thought it safer to keep it on a removable drive,
just in case Rosie saw it on his computer. He opened the file and
his lounge filled the screen. In the middle, on the couch, his
wife was astride her lover, sliding herself down an erect penis
that looked like it should have been attached to a donkey. He
watched as her face contorted as the massive tool invaded her,
panting as it stretched her pussy, mouth open as she hit bottom
and throwing her head back as she came.

After watching the video through, he rewound it, pausing at the
point where she was bent over to receive Bobby's cock from
behind. He mentally made a note of her lover's size and, closing
the video, found a website and ordered a dildo off the internet.
It was larger than her vibrator and, from what he'd seen on
screen, about the same size as Bobby's wife fucking cock. It was
delivered the next day while she was out shopping again, so,
unwrapping it and feeling its weight, he tied a ribbon into a bow
and placed it on her pillow.

She returned twenty minutes later, Steve thought she looked sad
and went over to give her a hug, she returned it and sighed.
"Retail therapy not working babe?" He asked jovially, "I'm just
not in the mood for it." she said, "It's been one of those times
where nothing seems to suit me and none of the shoes fit." Steve
was unsure if that was a Freudian slip.

"Go upstairs and I'll give you a back rub." he said, "I might
even rub your feet too!" She smiled at him, a genuinely sunny
smile, he thought of those adulterous lips wrapped around her
lover's penis.As she reached the bed she called out quizzically,
"Steve? What's this?" He walked into the bedroom behind her.

"I've been doing a little retail therapy of my own!" He replied,
"You like?"

"I'm not sure?" she said, "It's huge!" She thought of Bobby, her
pussy was wet. Steve moved close behind her, lifted the back of
her skirt and felt her crotch with his finger. Letting him rub
her lips for a few seconds through the lacy material, Rosie
turned to Steve and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced in
each other's mouths, Steve's fingers pulled her panties aside and
parted her labia, stroking her clit. One hand on her bottom, two
fingers pressed against her g-spot, her arms around his neck, she
came as Steve lifted her onto the bed.

He pushed her skirt up, she raised her hips so he could pull off
her soaked panties as he lowered his tongue to her eagerly
waiting pussy. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her shaved
pussy, to the top, flicking her clitoris and pushing his tongue
into her folds, where three of his fingers were exciting her,
with his little finger extended to tease her starfish. She came
as he pressed his tongue to her clit, squirting around his
fingers and dripping off his chin.

She reached across to her new toy, tearing off the ribbon. Steve
went to her bedside drawer and took out the tube of KY but Rosie
had already tried to start without him. Legs spread wide, holding
her lips open with one hand and forcing in the hard rubber with
her other, Rosie was hungry with lust, unable to wait for the
lube. Steve squeezed a line of jelly up its length, stroked it
down the shaft and softly around its head, coating her lips, she
released it and, with Steve's help, they fed it slowly into her.
Lying next to her on the bed, Steve sucked on Rosie's hard
nipples as he took control of the dildo and fucked her. She came,
screaming for Steve to fuck her harder, her hips raised and legs
taught as he rammed it into her.

She turned over onto her front and raised her arse, dildo still
sticking out of her as she begged for more, pleading for Steve to
fuck her harder. Steve had also picked up her slim vibrator and,
covering it with lube and switching it on, he pushed it into her
anus. She grabbed at the duvet and screaming into it, came hard
as the vibrations sent her over the edge.

She was still missing something though. She remembered the
feeling of Bobby's cock, pulsing as it filled her, his cum
splashing against her cervix as his penis throbbed inside of her,
stretching her. The dildo filled her, but it didn't really
satisfy her. Steve had removed the dildo, but the vibrator was
still in her bum as he mounted her. She could only just feel him,
so she faked an orgasm as Steve unloaded into her.

Lay next to her, out of breath, Steve asked "So what do you think
of your new friend then?"

"It was fantastic!" She answered, "What made you buy such a big
one though? My pussy's still sore!"

"Just thought, with all the hard fucking you wanted me to do to
you recently, that you fancied something a little, I don't
know... Bigger!" He half lied. She was in deep thought and, as
she drifted off to sleep, only one thing was on her mind. She
hadn't seen him in over a month, despite numerous visits to the
supermarket where they'd met. She couldn't stay as long now
though, with Steve at home so much he'd start to wonder why she
spent so much time shopping without actually buying anything. She
wasn't far wrong!

For three weeks after her affair, Steve had borrowed the company
pool car on occasions, saying he had to pick something up or
visit a customer. He would drive past his house and, if their car
was on the drive, he'd park up the road and watch the comings and
goings of the street. More often than not, nothing would happen,
Rosie would sometimes come out and tidy the front garden or take
rubbish to the bin, but that was it. Other times she would drive
to the supermarket, Steve following discreetly behind, and she'd
wander around the vast shop aimlessly. Satisfied that this must
have been a one-time fling and her lover had disappeared, Steve
had let it lie and got on with things.

Rosie couldn't get Bobby out of her head though, or, more
specifically, Bobby's cock.

She awoke, horny! Steve couldn't perform in the mornings and he'd
be getting up for work soon, so she reached into her bedside
drawer for her vibrator. The first thing she touched though was
the new dildo. She picked it up, running a finger up its length
as she imagined it throbbing in her hand. Her pussy yearned for
it to be real, to be attached to an actual, warm, thrusting,
sweating, grunting man, desperate to fill her womb with his seed.
She came as her fingers massaged her clit, holding her breath and
moaning quietly as her husband slept.

Steve was out of bed. He had to go in to the office this morning
and was out of the house by 7:30 to catch his train. Rosie was up
with him to make breakfast and was in the shower after he left.
Drying off, she knew what she had to do.

Dressing in stockings and a tight fitting skirt, she chose a
blouse that showed off her breasts, got in the car and drove to
the supermarket. She'd had time with her thoughts on the journey
there, so thinking she was acting like a silly schoolgirl with a
massive crush, she drove through the car park and back on to the
road. She did need to buy something for dinner though, so she
drove to the next supermarket up the road.

She parked up and entered the unfamiliar shop. She'd been here
before, but didn't think the quality of the goods were as good as
her usual shop.

Absently wondering what to get Steve for dinner, Rosie heard a
familiar voice, followed by a girlish laugh from the next aisle.
Interest piqued, she walked around the shelves and saw the back
of him. Bobby was walking down the aisle, hand in hand with a
girl, long auburn hair in a ponytail, about Rosie's height and a
cute, pert bum in tight shiny black leggings.

Rosie was about to retreat, but Bobby turned as if he'd forgotten
something and spied her.

"Rosie?" He said, "What are you doing here?"

"Just getting something for dinner." she replied, shell-shocked.

They'd been standing motionless and speechless for about ten
seconds, but it felt like hours.

"Hi" said a voice from beside Bobby. Rosie looked across towards
the voice, saw the piercing blue eyes and the bright smile with
natural, thin lips. Rosie wanted to be angry with her, but the
girl's smile extended through her eyes and completely disarmed
her.

"S.. Sorry" Bobby stammered, "Rosie, this is Georgina, my
girlfriend"

"Georgie" she corrected, offering her hand to Rosie, "Only my mum
calls me Georgina, Bobbles!"

Rosie took Georgie's hand and shook it, her annoyance and
embarrassment evaporating. She remained jealous though, wondering
what Bobbles was doing with this slip of a girl, no matter how
cute she was. Bobby introduced Rosie as a college friend to
Georgie, "A lecturer?" She enquired.

"More of a mature student" Rosie answered, hating the vision she
had of herself sitting at the back of a classroom, the old woman
amidst a sea of young kids.

"How's the job going?" She asked Bobby,

"It's going well." he said, "I've had the day off today so we can
move in to our own place." His arm was around Georgie's shoulders
and he pulled her tighter to his side, her arm tightened around
his waist as she looked up and smiled at him. Rosie was saddened
by this, but her face didn't show it.

"We've just bought a new kettle." Georgie said "Would you like to
christen it with us. You and Bobby could catch up over a cup of
coffee." Before Bobby could object, Rosie had agreed, thoughts of
knocking Georgina out and hog tying her, while Rosie rode her
boyfriend's wonderful cock in front of her unconscious form, ran
through her head.

At their house, Georgie sat with Bobby, Rosie sat on an armchair
across from them. Bobby thought this was a bad idea. He'd changed
supermarkets because he knew Rosie was hoping to bump into him.
When she'd dropped him back at the supermarket that afternoon, he
was hopeful that he might see Rosie again. All that changed in
the next ten minutes though.

Georgie told her the story. Bobby had gone into the shop to buy
some mints, took them to the checkout and saw Georgie. His heart
stopped. He fumbled for his change and felt a spark as his
fingers brushed her palm, dropping the coins into her opened
hand. His mouth was dry as he asked her what time she finished
and would she like to go for a drink after. Georgie had spotted
him around the store and thought he was cute. She went on her
break, but when she got back to her till he'd gone.

When he returned to the store her heart fluttered and she hoped
against hope that he'd come to her till. When he asked the
question she'd blurted "Yes!" Immediately. He waited outside
until her shift was finished and they'd been inseparable since.

They were both twenty one but, against their parent's advice,
they'd saved up for a deposit on a flat and had moved in
yesterday. The furniture was second hand, but Georgie preferred
to call it pre-loved, it didn't matter to her.

Bobby got up to use the bathroom, he neglected to shut the door
and both Rosie and Georgie could see his reflection in the full
length mirror in the hallway. "Wow!" Rosie exclaimed
theatrically, "How do you handle that thing?"

Georgie looked shocked, but replied, whispering, "We have to use
a lot of lube, and I'm still sore for days after. He got it all
in once, but it was so painful, I'm hoping I'll get used to it
but sometimes it's too big to enjoy." Rosie fondly remembered the
initial pain and the pleasure afterwards.

After they'd chatted a while, Rosie made her excuses and left.
Georgie gave Rosie their home phone number, should she ever want
to catch up again, it had been lovely meeting her. Bobby felt a
lot better about Rosie now, and she was getting on well with
Georgie.

Rosie got in her car and drove home, waving to the couple as she
left.

As she opened her front door, Steve had his back to her on the
couch. He had his headphones on and was watching something on his
laptop. She closed the front door quietly, crept up to surprise
him and, over his shoulder, saw the image on the screen; it was
her, bent over, head back, screaming as Bobby pushed his mammoth
cock into her stretched pussy. Her knees went weak and she
feinted to the floor.

Steve heard a thump and thought it was the door closing. Shutting
his laptop quickly, he turned around guiltily, to see, nothing.
The door was where it always had been. He looked down and saw
Rosie crumpled on the floor. He ripped off the headphones and
dashed round the couch to his wife.

As he picked her up and laid her on the couch she came around.
"Wha! Where? Who?" She muttered. Steve got her a glass of water
from the kitchen. She sipped it slowly and came to her senses.
She was angry at first, wanting to know who took the video, where
they'd got it from and how they'd done it, but Steve calmed her
down and told her his side of the story, how hearing her cum on
that massive cock had turned him on so much it had fogged his
thinking, "You looked so fucking hot!" He exclaimed, "I just
reached for the video camera and started filming you. I wanted to
be angry, I wanted to go in there and rip his nuts off, but my
cock was so fucking hard hearing you cum like that, I just
couldn't think straight." She started to cry and hugged him
tightly. He kissed the top of her head and waited until her
sobbing had quietened. She straightened up, her shoulders heaving
as she tried to control her sobs.

"I saw him again today." Anger flashed in Steve's eyes, "No. Not
like that!" She said quickly, "He was out with his girlfriend,
they met that day. I think he's been avoiding me since, you know.
She's lovely though".

"And?" Steve said,

"And I think it would be nice if we invited them around for
dinner." She suggested.

"I take it there's an ulterior motive then? You want to ride him
while I entertain the girlfriend?" Steve guessed correctly, Rosie
tried her best innocent look, fluttering her eyelashes.

She phoned Georgie the next day, who happily accepted the
invitation, Bobby was apprehensive.

The night of the dinner arrived; Beatrice was sleeping at a
friend's house. Rosie had put on her little black dress and black
stockings. Steve was in jeans and a shirt. Bobby arrived with
Georgie. He was also in jeans and shirt, Georgie, in a grey
figure hugging sweater that stopped halfway down her bum, and
black leggings. Steve was in the kitchen when their guests
arrived and he greeted them as they sat on the couch. He offered
them a glass of wine, Bobby declined as he was driving, but said
he'd have something fizzy, if that was okay? Steve brought him a
Coke and handed Georgie a glass of wine.

Rosie was right, Steve thought, Georgie was lovely. Her breasts,
covered by the tight sweater, although not big, looked firm and
luscious, there was little bounce as she sat on the sofa. Her
legs, encased in lycra, were shapely and not too thin. Steve
imagined himself between those legs, his lips kissing her thighs
through the smooth fabric all the way to her pussy.

Rosie called Steve from the kitchen. He excused himself from his
guests, eyes lingering on Georgie's legs a second, then joined
Rosie in the kitchen. She was using a pestle and mortar, his
Viagra were in the box next to her, and she was grinding one of
the tablets to a fine powder. "Stir that sauce for me love." she
asked, handing him the mortar, "I've put three in there, do you
think that will be enough?"

"Is it safe for Georgie to be taking this?" he asked,

"Should be." Rosie said, "I got really turned on last time I took
it. She'll be putty in your hands, and her clit will be super
sensitive for that tongue of yours!" she nudged him, he poured
the sauce over the chicken and she took the plates out to the
table.

Steve sat opposite Georgie, during desert he could see her
getting flustered, Bobby was also shifting in his seat, no doubt
discreetly trying to get his penis into a more comfortable
position. Rosie was enjoying the show, touching herself when she
thought nobody was looking and rubbing her pussy when she was in
the kitchen.

Steve suggested that they retire to the lounge. Rosie led,
followed by Georgie and Steve. Bobby waited until they had passed
him before he stood up, his cock uncomfortably hard, the bulge
visible in his jeans.

Steve asked if anybody wanted a drink and he went into the
kitchen to fetch three glasses of wine and a coke.

Returning to the lounge he found Rosie sitting in between their
guests on the couch, she was kissing Georgie, a hand on her leg,
Georgie's hand was on Rosie's breast and Rosie's other hand
reached out to stroke Bobby's bulge. Bobby looked like he was in
pain, So Steve took over with Georgie, kneeling in front of her,
running his hands up her thighs and leaning in to kiss her. Rosie
left Georgie with Steve, to concentrate on seducing Bobby. She
unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, his cock sprang out
from the waistband of his boxers and she kissed and sucked it,
licking his pre-cum and swirling her tongue around the head.
Bobby pushed his jeans down and Rosie greedily gobbled up his
length.

Steve was still locked in a passionate kiss with Georgie, he'd
pulled her towards the edge of the cushion, her legs spread
around his chest, and he was massaging her puffy labia through
the stretched fabric of her leggings. He broke the kiss and
pulled her long sweater over her head, revealing a firm pair of
breasts and a belly button ring. He cupped her left breast and
sucked on the hard nipple, she groaned and ran her hands through
his hair as he continued to tease her pussy.

Rosie had pulled Bobby to the floor, he was on his back with
Rosie on top. She was still sucking on his cock and moaning.
Bobby's tongue was exploring Rosie's engorged clit as he slipped
his fingers into her vagina. His cock muffled her cries as she
came.

Steve had removed Georgie's leggings and was kissing her inner
thighs gently, his lips lightly brushing her sensitive skin.
Kissing her pussy, then parting her lips with his tongue and
finding her clitoris, he licked it gently, causing a wave of
pleasure to course through her. She ground her pussy into his
face and his tongue delved deeper.

Rosie meanwhile, was ready to be fucked. Her pussy was poised
over Bobby's massive cock and she lowered herself on to it.
"Fuck!" She cried as he penetrated her, invading and stretching
her. She'd been using her dildo and getting used to its girth,
but Bobby's swollen member was pushing her to her limits. She
rode through the pain and was soon feeling his hard cock filling
her completely. On the verge of cumming, she moved her hips,
enjoying the sensation of his cock pressing against her cervix.

Rosie had started to cum. Her moans affected Georgie as Steve's
fingers brought her to orgasm, she looked down at her boyfriend,
Rosie impaled and cumming on his massive cock, she felt jealous
and angry, and she wanted to be fucked. Steve's cock was nowhere
near as big as Bobby's, but it was by no means small. Georgie
stood; taking Steve's hand she guided him on to the couch, and
then sat astride him. His cock glided effortlessly in and she was
relieved that it didn't stretch her. She hadn't been with many
men, but she couldn't remember enjoying sex, Steve's cock
however, felt different, like they fit.

Steve was relieved that Bobby's monster hadn't stretched
Georgie's pussy, she was still tight and she was so damn sexy. He
suckled on her breasts as she rode him.

Rosie was cumming again, now on her knees as Bobby rammed her
from behind, begging him to fuck her, cum in her, fill her up,
harder, knock her up! This sent Steve over the edge. With his
penis still inside Georgie, he lifted her up and laid her on the
carpet, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her. They
both came together, her pussy milking him for every last drop of
sperm as they lay, exhausted, on the floor.

Bobby had cum too; he'd pulled out and covered Rosie's back, bum
and hair in semen. She was still on her knees, her pussy a gaping
maw. "I needed to get that out of my system!" She said, turning
around to face us on her hands and knees, she got up slowly,
stretched and shuffled towards the couch. "It was so good, but
I'm so sore!" she said, also disappointed that Bobby had pulled
out, she'd wanted to feel that monster pulsing inside of her,
releasing his load deep into her cunt, keeping him inside of her
until his beast of a cock softened and slid out.

Georgie was laid on her back with a satisfied smile on her face
and cum oozing out of her pussy. Normally, Bobby's foreplay was
just to get her wet enough so he could ease his cock into her
tight pussy. He always pulled out before he came now, because his
final thrusts hurt her too much, she'd cried the first time he
did it. With Steve though, it was like he'd made love to her, and
she'd welcomed his release into her womb, pulling him tighter as
they came together. She looked across at Steve, sat on the floor
with his back against the couch, limp cock dripping on the
carpet, and she smiled at him as Rosie crawled to him and kissed
his lips.

"I think I'll be okay now." Rosie said wearily, "I've done what I
needed to do!" Her pussy throbbed as she lay on her side, head in
Steve's lap, she didn't want to be opened that wide again. Steve
stroked Rosie's hair and looked across at Georgie. She was still
smiling at him dreamily.

Bobby had got up and was gathering his clothes, putting them on
as he went. He looked at Georgie, who he hadn't seen look so
satisfied after sex. Her head was on the carpet, gazing at the
ceiling and smiling to herself, "Are you ready?" He asked his
freshly fucked girlfriend. Georgie got up off the carpet and
Steve passed her leggings, she hadn't worn panties and the
outline of her puffy lips showed through the thin fabric which
darkened as Steve's cum flowed from her. Putting on her sweater,
Steve got one last look of her pert breasts. Rosie sat on the
couch, her legs stiff, her pussy still throbbing, Bobby kissed
her goodbye, she kissed him back.

"Maybe I'll see you around then?" He said.

"Maybe" she replied, but she knew she wouldn't.

Georgie was kissing Steve, his hands on her bum cheeks, squeezing
gently. As they parted, she whispered in his ear "Thanks. That
was fun. I can't wait for next time!" Steve kissed her again and
opened the door for them. As they backed out of the drive Georgie
waved to him, he raised his hand to her as she blew him a kiss.

Three weeks later, Steve received a frantic phone call from
Georgie, her period was late. After their frolic she'd taken the
morning after pill and followed the instructions to the letter,
but now she was late, she was never late, she was panicking, she
couldn't tell Bobby, he'd go mental! Steve calmed her down and
told her to meet him in town in half an hour.

They met in a small park behind an office block, he could tell
she'd been crying, her eyes were red and wet lines ran down her
cheeks, he wiped them gently with his thumb and she smiled. He
kissed her deeply and she pressed her body into his, feeling his
warmth. He'd been to a pharmacy on the way and picked up a
pregnancy test, she took it, looked at Steve and burst into tears
against his chest.

They walked to a nearby toilet, she kept hold of his hand,
wanting him to follow, but he let her go in on her own. In a loud
whisper, Georgie said "Steve! There's no one in here. I can't do
this alone, I need you!" He reluctantly entered, hoping nobody
was watching. She was sat in the furthest stall, unwrapping the
test as he entered and closed the door behind him. She braced
herself against the cistern so she could pee on the stick, and
then they waited.

Thirty seconds passed, then forty, fifty, the wait was agonising
but the test finally showed up negative. Steve exhaled. Georgie
stood up and brushed past his erect penis. He hadn't noticed that
it was hard, the tension of the wait and the fact he was alone
with an attractive girl in the ladies toilet must have stirred
him. Pants still around her ankles, Georgie felt his hard cock
through his trousers and kissed him. She unzipped his fly and
slipped her hand in, gently rubbing his penis.

She didn't know what had come over her, maybe it was the danger
of being caught. Maybe it was the thrill of her near miss with
pregnancy. Maybe it was because she wanted Steve to fuck her,
there and then. His hand stole to her pussy and his finger
penetrated her, she came, her head in Steve's shoulder to muffle
the cries. She turned around and bent over, ignoring the smells
of disinfectant and dirty pussy as Steve entered her. She
remembered the fit, she felt her pussy quiver as his head passed
between her lips and rubbed her swollen labia, she reached under
and played with her clit as he picked up speed, exploding into
her womb as they both came together, panting.

Steve withdrew his penis and saw blood, she'd started. They were
both relieved.

Outside the toilet they kissed, Georgie's tongue darting into
Steve's mouth as they embraced, her arms around his neck.

"Hi you two!" Rosie shouted from across the park, she'd been
walking through with their daughter, Beatrice.

"Hi Rosie," Georgie answered sunnily, releasing him quickly,
"Steve was just helping me out with something!"

"I'll bet he was!" Rosie replied, "Always willing to help a
damsel in distress is our Stevie Boy." Rosie patted his bum.

Georgie kissed Steve on the lips and Rosie on the cheek, then she
left the park, pausing to wave back as they watched her go. Steve
held Bea's hand as they walked out of the park towards Steve's
office.

Steve told Rosie what had happened when he returned home, she
just smiled, a happy smile. "Well," she said, "I suppose it makes
us even!" She reclined on the couch, swung her feet into Steve's
lap and wiggled her toes at him.