Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2006 10:47:50 -0500
From: kicky1000@yahoo.com
Subject: My Greatest Fantasy

			    My Greatest Fantasy

				    by

				Little Dan


I've heard that a lot of guys get off on seeing their wives fucked by
another man.

What sick fucks!  Who would ever want to see another guy's cock in the
snatch of your own special woman, whom you love and adore, whom you courted
and married to keep her all to yourself for the rest of your life?  Who
could ever want those sweet lips, which you kiss in passion to be wrapped
around the slimy dick of some other man?   Who wouldn't recoil at the
thought of alien semen squirting down her throat or up her beautiful vagina?
What kind of sick fuck could contemplate such an event and not go running in
a tear for the bathroom to collapse over the toilet in a series of dry
heaves and hot sweats?

I was that kind of sick fuck, and it sickened me to realize it.   Every time
Priscilla and I were in bed making love, I kept thinking, I wish that every
man in the world could see how beautiful this woman is, and what a perfect
pussy she has.  How they would envy me for what I possessed.  I imagined how
proud I would feel watching another man feeding his hot cock into her
steaming pussy.  I actually wanted to figure out some way to get my wife
fucked by someone other than myself.  I made myself sick.

We had been married for ten years now, but it was still wonderful.  We both
worked all day, I as an advertising executive, and Priscilla as one of the
top market researchers on Wall Street.  Of course she made twice as much
money as I did, but what did that matter?

Every night we'd come home, tired, but happy to see each other.  We would go
out to one of the small restaurants in the neighborhood, and have a nice
dinner and a bottle of fine wine, and I would look around at the other
tables, and take note of all the other couples, and often I would notice
that the man was much more attractive than the lady, and I would think to
myself, "what wouldn't he give to be in bed, fucking my beautiful wife," and
I would get so aroused that I often had to squeeze the napkin on my lap in
my excitement.

It was wrong.  It was perverted.  It was un-American.  But I couldn't help
myself.  My greatest fantasy was to see my beautiful wife get plowed by
another man.  To watch her suck his cock.  To see another man's cock plowing
her still-tight pussy or her virgin asshole, which I didn't dare to invade.
But another man could dare what I couldn't dare.

And try as I might to stifle it, the sickness grew and grew within me, and I
had to admit to myself that my greatest fantasy was to see my wife get
fucked every which way by another man.

It got so bad that every time we got into bed and prepared to have sex, I
had to imagine that I was some other man (other than myself) that was going
to fuck my wife, in order for me to get an erection.  She never knew she was
not fucking her husband all these nights, but a myriad of dark and swarthy
strangers which I had conjured myself to be.

I could imagine myself sitting in an armchair at the foot of our bed, while
some monstrous brute defiled her.  He would be lying on top of her, and his
powerful buttocks would be clenching and hunching as he stroked his massive
cock in and out of her wet cunt.  I have always felt that the male buttocks
were the real engine driving a good fuck, and I liked to imagine Priscilla
getting a really good fuck.

I know that I am not the world's greatest stud, and I have always felt that
I might have been a better fucker if only I could have watched my own strong
lean buttcheeks hunching and dimpling as I plowed my cock into my wife's
pussy.  But that was impossible.  How can you watch your own ass, when
you're fucking someone else?

I jokingly suggested to Priscilla that maybe we should get into swinging.
At least maybe try a threeway.

"With whom?" she asked suspiciously.

"Some other woman," I said evasively.  I didn't want her to know what I
really had in mind.  She would expect me to want another woman.  Any normal
man would want another woman.  I was not normal.

"No way!"  She said emphatically.

"Well, maybe another guy?" I ventured timidly.  I mean after all, that would
be good for her, wouldn't it?

"Absolutely not," she said.

"But why not?  You would love it.  Imagine having two cocks at once.  One in
your mouth and one in your pussy.  Just think about it."

"My mother didn't bring me up to be that kind of girl," she said.  And that
was the end of that.  It was too bad she was so middle class and bourgeois,
and wouldn't allow herself the pleasures of new partners and sexual
exploration.  I knew if she got into it she would love it.  She would want
to do it all the time.  But how to get her started?  I was afraid to even
bring up the subject again.

Even though I couldn't bring up the subject with her, the fantasy haunted
me.  It was all I could think about.  I started hanging around chat rooms on
the Internet.   People were really doing all kind of crazy unimaginable
things.  I wondered if it was for real, or if it was just their own
fantasies that they were projecting.  But it was making me very horny.  I
was spending hours every night with my computer instead of being in bed
fucking my wife, where I should have been.

Late one night, she got out of bed and came to the door of the little room
where I had my computer desk.   "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just reading the morning papers," I said.

She gave me a funny look.  "Well, come to bed.  It's late."

"Okay.  In a minute."  I shut down my computer.   I had a pretty good
hard-on from thinking about some of the things that had just been related in
the chat room, so I went into the bedroom and practically raped my wife.  I
pretended to myself that I was Alan, the college boy in the chat room, who
was describing how he had fucked every pledge in Alpha Theta Chi, the
sorority next to his fraternity house.

"Oh, baby.  Give me that sweet pussy," I said.  "I'm so hard for you."

She was surprised.  I had never been so aggressive.  "What got into you?"
She asked me.

"Let's fuck," I said, and began kissing her breasts, which was turning her
on.  Then I went down and began some serious work on her clitoris until she
was screaming either for mercy or for cock.  I gave her the cock.  As it
sank into her wet hole, I imagined I could see the two of us, as if from an
armchair at the foot of the bed, only I was not me, I was Alan, who was very
muscular and handsome, even though I didn't really know what he looked like.

Up to this time, I had been merely a lurker in the chat room, which was
called the 'Forbidden Desire' room.  I had been staying quiet on the side
and not typing anything in, until one night some guy named Rocco Cocco 473
showed up in the room, trolling for some instant action.

"Any hot pussy in the Bayville, New Jersey area tonight?  Big cock here
needs to fuck wet tight pussy.  Instant message me for a private chat
'Rocco Cocco 473'

I don't know what made me do it, but I messaged him, and we were on a
private connection.

Tibi:   Hi.   (I was Tibi.  Like TB----Theodore Bernard, my first and middle
name.)

Rocco Cocco 473:  Hi there, Tibs, baby.  What's up?  Tell me all about
yourself.  Are you wet?

He thought I was a woman.  I wondered if I should go along with the
deception.  It was tempting.  He was getting me hot.  But then he would want
me to send a picture or turn on my webcam, and what would I do then?

Tibi:  Tell me about you, Rocco.  Do you have a big cock?

Rocco Cocco 473:  You better believe it, baby.  How does nine and a half
inches sound to you?  And fat.

Tibi:  It sounds wonderful.  I wish I could see it.

Rocco Cocco 473:  I wish I could see you.  Do you have big tits?  What size
are they?

Tibi:  Well, they're not very big.   ( to put it mildly)

Rocco Cocco 473:  You got a webcam baby?  We can look at each other.

I had a webcam, but it was disconnected.  And there was no way I could look
at Rocco Cocco 473's cock without exposing my gender.

Tibi:   I do.  But it's broken.  I'm saving up for a new one.

Rocco Cocco 473:  Damn.  I sure would like to see you.  You live in
Bayville?

Tibi:  Yes.  I do.

Rocco Cocco 473:  Great.  I sure wish I could see you.   What are you
wearing?

Tibi:  Just my slip.

Rocco Cocco 473:  And nothing else?

Tibi:  Just my slip.

Rocco Cocco 473:  Great.  Are you fingering yourself?

Tibi:  Yes.

Rocco Cocco 473:  Are you wet?

Tibi:  Yes.   Are you hard?

Rocco Cocco 473:  You bet.  You want I should drive over?   Tell me where
you live.

Tibi:  I can't tonight.  Did you want to jerk off?

Rocco Cocco 473:  Yeah.  Maybe.  You got a picture you can send me?

I thought to myself.  I had some pictures of Priscilla I had taken on the
beach in the Virgin Islands recently.  I had bought a new digital camera,
and they were all in my computer.  I could send him a picture of Priscilla.

Tibi:   Okay.  What's your e-mail address?

Rocco Cocco 473:  roccococco473@hotfile.net

I wrote it down.

Tibi:  Hold on.  I'll send it now.

Rocco Cocco 473:  Great, baby.

Tibi:  Just one sec.

I minimized the instant message and went to my e-mail account and typed a
little love note to roccocco473.   "I wish you were here with me right now,
fucking my hot pussy with your big thick cock.  I would also like to suck on
your big thick cock, and then have you put it back in my pussy.  How does
that sound??????

XOXOXOXO   Tibi.

Then I clicked into 'My Pictures' on my computer and found a particularly
stimulating photo of Priscilla stretched out on a lounge chair in her
bathing suit next to the pool with a Tom Collins in her hand.  She was
gorgeous.  He would die when he saw this.   I attached it to my e-mail and
clicked 'send'.   Then I closed my e-mail and brought Rocco back up.

Tibi:  I sent it.  Did you get it?

Rocco Cocco 473:  Let me check.

Pause

Rocco Cocco 473:  Yeah.  I got it.  I'm printing it out.  Hot damn.  You are
one hot looking lady.  I wish I could come over right now.  Please?

Tibi:  No.  Not tonight.  I can't.  Some other night.   I have to go to bed.
Did you want to jerk off first?

Rocco Cocco 473:  Yeah.  I printed out your picture, and I'm looking at it,
and I'm pulling on my big hard dick, which is all hot and hard for you baby.
Tell me how much you like it while I'm fucking you.

Tibi:  Yes.  Oh. It's so big.  And so thick.  And I can feel it parting my
lips now and sliding all the way, far into my hot wet cunt, which is so wet
because I've been fingering it while thinking about you fucking me.  And now
I can feel your hot cock inside me and it feels so wonderful.  So wonderful.
Fuck me.  Fuck me.

Rocco Cocco 473: I'm fucking you now with my big thick cock.   Do you like
anal, baby?  Did you want me to put it up your asshole?

Tibi:  Oh, yes, Rocco.  Fuck me up my asshole.  Put it in my asshole right
now.  AAARRRRGGGHHH.  Ow.  It hurts a little.  But it also feels good.  I
like it.  Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck my hot ass.

Rocco Cocco 473:  Keep talking.  Keep talking.  I'm almost ready.  Keep
talking.

Tibi:  I love your big cock inside my tight hot asshole.  I want you to
shoot your cum inside of me.  Now.  Right now.  I want to feel you come.
Tell me when you're shooting.

Rocco Cocco 473:  Oh, Christ, baby.  I just did it.  I shot all over
everything, coming in your sweet little asshole.

Tibi:  That was so wonderful.  I can feel your cum burning inside of me.  I
want to keep it inside me forever.

Rocco Cocco 473:  So when can we get together for real, baby?  Don't you
want to really feel it inside you?

Tibi:  I do.  I do.  I want it so much.  But I don't know when we can get
together.  I'm a little busy right now.

Rocco Cocco 473:  At least give me your e-mail.  We can write each other
little love notes and make plans to meet.

I knew it was probably imprudent, but I had really gotten off on pretending
I was Priscilla.  Was I a sicko or what?   I gave him my e-mail address.

Tibi:  Tibi@universomail.com

Rocco Cocco 473:  Great.  I'll write to you.  I'm not gonna let you get away
from me. That's for sure.  I can't wait to plant my cock in those sweet hot
holes of yours.  For real.

Tibi:  Me too.   Got to go now.  Love you.

Rocco Cocco 473:  And I love you, baby.  Night Night.

I closed the instant message and shut off the computer.  I went down the
hall to my bedroom and gave Priscilla the best fuck I had ever given her in
our entire marriage.  Of course, I imagined that I was watching Rocco Cocco
473 fucking her and not me, and I didn't know what he looked like, but I
conjured up an exciting image.  It was great.   But it would get even
better.  I would have to figure out a way to get Rocco Cocco 473 into our
bed, while I sat in the armchair at the foot of the bed, and jerked off, as
he fucked my beautiful wife.

The next morning, we got up and had a quick breakfast, and Priscilla left
for her office.  I was about to leave for mine, but I had a little
suspicion.  I went to look at my e-mail to see if there was anything there.
And there was.  There was the usual---Cheap Viagra.  Grow an inch on your
penis.  There is money waiting for you in Nigeria, but first you have to
send a check to...etc. etc.   And then there was the one I was looking for.
My heart was pounding.   Subject:: Fucking your hot holes, baby.   From:
roccococco473   To: Tibi.    I clicked on it.

"Hey baby.  It's me.  I told you I wasn't gonna let you get away from me.  I
want that hot body of yours.  But for real next time.  I want to fuck you so
bad.  When can we get together?  Waiting to hear from you.  My cock is hard
again just thinking about that luscious body of yours.  Rocco.

I clicked 'Reply' and wrote:  "I want your big thick cock just as much as
you want my pussy and my asshole.   I will try to figure something out.  I
will get back to you.  XOXOXOXO  Tibi.

Then I went to the office.

The next several weeks were terrible for me.  We had a constant
correspondence going.   We didn't connect on instant message again.  I was
afraid.  I was so caught up in this strange affair that I was afraid I might
slip and give him my address.  And then what would I tell my wife, whom he
would think he was coming to fuck????   A puzzlement.  N'est-ce pas?

And the letters we exchanged were sizzling.  Full of longing and undying
passion.  He kept asking me for my address.  He really wanted to meet me and
fuck me for real.  Why wouldn't I give him my address?

I was doing sloppy work in the office and I almost lost a big account with a
stupid ad campaign.  But my mind was elsewhere.  It was sitting in the
armchair at the foot of the bed watching roccococco473 plunge his large
penis into my wife.  I wanted so badly to know what he looked like.  Wasn't
there some way?

Finally I admitted to him that I had been putting him off because I was
married, and what would my husband think if he ever found out I was having a
Cyberaffair with Rocco?

"Okay," he wrote back.  "Now, I understand.   You have an old man.  That's
okay.  I have an old lady, but she's no good for the next six months.  She's
preggo and the doctor says she can't fuck.  But she's a pig, anyway.  I
wouldn't mind getting rid of her.  She sure don't look like you.   Love.
Rocco.

"Oh, Rocco," I answered in my reply.  "If only there were some way."  I was
going to keep this going as long as possible.

Then one day he sent me an e-mail.  "I have to meet you.  We'll work it out.
I work in a bar downtown.  I'm a bartender.  Maybe you could stop into the
bar some day around four o:clock in the afternoon when it's nice and
quiet?????  Waiting to fuck you,   Your loving Rocco.

"What bar?" I asked in my reply.  Maybe I could just go in for a drink and
see what he looked like.  Then I would really have a picture of who was
fucking my wife when I was fucking her.  Not that I was fucking her much
anymore.  My thoughts were completely full of my bogus romance with Rocco,
with me as Priscilla.  Sick. Sick. Sick.

I didn't hear from him for a couple of days.  I think he was as afraid to
give me his address as I had been to give him mine.

Then the letter came.  From: roccococco473   To: Tibi   Subject:  When?

The body of the message was as follows: "I bartend at Corcoran's Bar and
Grill, 792 State Street.  Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays from 3 to
Midnight.  Come in around 4.  When can you come?   Love,  Your hot and horny
Rocco.

Reply:  Don't know.  I'll get back to you.  XOXOXOXO  Tibi

I had it.  I had his address.  I could go in there and see what he looked
like and he would never know.  I was jubilant.

But would I even dare to speak to him?  To tell him that I had been leading
him on, that the woman in the picture was my wife, and I might be interested
in letting him fuck her if I could arrange it.  I didn't know what to do.
But just in case, I put a picture of Priscilla (in her bathing suit) in my
wallet.   He might punch me in the nose if he ever realized he had been
sending sex letters to another man.  It was a tricky situation.  Maybe I
would just go in and have a drink, and he would not even imagine that I was
Tibi.

It was Wednesday afternoon and I left work a little early.  I told them I
thought I had a fever, and I think I really did, but just from anxiety.  My
forehead was clammy and my hands were sweating, and I was trembling a
little.

I drove to State Street and parked in the State Street Garage about one half
block away from Corcoran's Bar and Grill.  The parking meters were only good
for one half hour, and I couldn't keep worrying about parking meters.  I had
other things on my mind.

As I walked up the street toward Corcoran's, I admired the shiny new
motorcycle chained to the parking meter right in front of the door.  I had
never been on a motorcycle, but had always wanted to try it.  It looked
exciting.   To be tearing down the highway, with cars and trucks on every
side and the wind beating at your face.  I was thinking that the wind would
be blowing through my hair, but I realized that you had to wear a helmet.
I opened the front door and immediately smelled beer.

The bar was empty.  It was early.  I was the only customer.  The man behind
the bar was a powerful looking dark complexioned man of about thirty with
black curly hair and eyes that were almost black.  He looked as if he hadn't
shaved in several days.    He was wearing a tee shirt that said "Hell for
Leather," and as a matter of fact, he was wearing leather pants with straps
that went over his shoulders.  His biceps bulged beneath short sleeves of
his shirt, and there was a tattoo on each arm.  His left arm said "Mother,"
and his right arm said "Judy."   He was very sexy looking.  I knew that this
had to be Rocco Cocco 473.   I took a seat at the bar and he looked at me,
waiting for me to speak.

"A rye and ginger," I said.

"Sure thing," he said, and began filling a glass with ice.  "I haven't seen
you here before," he said.

"No.  I was driving by and felt like a little pick-me-up.  But don't let me
drink too much, because I'm driving," I said kiddingly.  I thought maybe we
could strike up a conversation.

"Okay.  I'll watch you," he promised me.  "Two drink limit, and I'll go
light on the rye."

"Sounds good to me," I said.  "Is that your bike out front?" I asked.   I
was sure it was.

"Sure is," he said proudly.  "Brand new Harley.  Cost me my next three years
pay, but it's a beauty."

"It sure is," I said.  "How long have you been riding motorcycles?"

"Seems like my whole life.  My father was a motorcycle freak.  So was my
mom.  So I guess I come by it natural like.  In fact, I'm the president of
the local chapter of The Highway Saints."

He seemed very proud of that.  I had always heard that they were a bunch of
rough, foul-mouthed hoodlums, as were their women.  No wonder he wanted to
fuck Tibi.  She had class.

"I've never been on a bike," I told him.  "I wonder what it would feel
like."

"Fuck.  If I didn't have to work here till midnight, I'd take you for a
little spin down the highway."

"You would?  I would really like that.  Maybe we could do it some other
time.  Maybe I could try to get back around midnight some day???"

"Sure.  I'd be glad to do it.  I even got an extra helmet."  He looked up at
the clock and swore.  "Fuck.  Four fifteen.  I gotta put another quarter in
the meter.  Hey, would you be a good guy and put a quarter in for me, so I
don't have to leave the bar?"

"Sure, why not?" I said.  He put a quarter into my hand, and I went out and
fed the parking meter.  I came back and sat back down on my stool at the
bar, and began to sip my very weak rye and ginger.   There was a lot more
ginger than there was rye, and there was a lot more ice than there was
ginger.  Maybe I would be able to drink more than two and still not be
guilty of a DUI.

"Thanks," he said.  "You're a pal.  And come in late some time.  I will give
you that cycle ride."

"I will," I said, and I really meant it.

"My name's Rocco," he said and stuck out his hand, which was twice the size
of mine.  We shook.

"Ted," I answered.

"Well, nice to know you, Ted.  You live around here?"

"Over on the other side of town," I answered.  "I work near here."

"Great.   I live pretty near here.  I got myself a sweet little trailer down
in the park at the town line."

"Nice," I said.

"Yeah.  Except it's a little small for two, and now there's gonna be three."

"Oh.  Your wife is expecting?"

"Yeah.  But not for another few months."

"Is her name Judy?" I asked.

"Dang!  How the hell did you know that?" he asked me.  He was clearly amazed
at my perspicacity.

"The tattoo on your right arm says 'Judy'."  I smiled.

He laughed.  "You're a real smart guy all right," he told me.   "Yeah.  I
got these tattoos in jail."  I was waiting for him to tell me what he had
been in for, but he didn't.  "Bet you got a real house, not just a trailer,"
he said to me.

"Yes.  We have a small house."

"Nice," he said.  "You married too?"

"Yes," I answered.

"And what's your wife's name?"

"Priscilla," I told him.

"Nice," he said.

Then he pulled out his wallet with difficulty.  His leather pants were so
tight, he could barely get his fingers into the pocket.  He showed me a
collection of photos.  An elderly couple  (his mom and dad) and then he
showed me the picture of Judy.  "This here is Judy," he said.  She was a
really trashy looking, skinny girl with bad teeth and straight
greasy-looking yellow hair.   "Nice," I said.

No wonder he wanted to fuck my wife.  I wouldn't have gone near Judy with a
ten- foot pole.  I looked more closely at the picture and saw that she also
was tattooed.  On the left side of her neck she had a small tattoo of a
man's full genitalia.  A thick stiff dick, and two large hanging balls."

"I see Judy has a tattoo also," I said to him.

He roared.  "Yeah.  I made her get it.  That's me, there.  Except of course,
mine's much bigger than the tattoo," he grabbed at his crotch playfully and
roared with laughter.

I wanted to ask him how much bigger, but I didn't have the nerve.  I took
another sip of my watery drink.  The ice was melting, and I could taste
little else but water.

"You got a picture of Priscilla?" he asked me.

I froze in mid sip.  What should I do?  Say No?  Show him the picture?   I
decided to take a chance and see what would happen.  I reached into my
pocket and took out the snapshot.  I laid it on the bar.  He picked it up
and looked at me.  His eyes narrowed in anger.

"Hey, what is this?" he asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Don't play dumb with me," he said.  "I seen this lady before.  We been
writing each other on the Net.  So what is it?  You saw my letters?"

"Yes," I said.

"And she's your wife?"

"Yes," I said.

"So what are you gonna do about it?   Did you come down here for a fist
fight?"

What a laugh!  He was twice my size.

"No.  I came down here because I wanted to meet you.  You sound like an okay
guy."

"I do?"  He didn't know if I was putting him on or not.

"Yes.  Very okay." I nodded in appreciation.  He was one sexy brute of a
man.

"So you're okay with it or what?"  He asked me.

"I would kill to watch you fuck my wife."

"Wow," he said.

"My greatest fantasy is to see my wife get fucked by another guy.
Especially a big strong forceful guy like you."

"Wow," he said again.  "So when can we set it up?"

"There's one little problem," I told him.  This was going to be the hard
part.

"I don't know if she'd agree."

"Agree to what?" he asked.  He clearly didn't understand.  "Agree to let you
watch us fucking."

"Or even agree to let you fuck her."

"She wants to fuck me.  I have all her e-mail printed out.  I jerk off to
her letters every day."

"The only thing is--" Here I paused.  How was I to phrase this?
"The only thing is  (and now I pressed on) she doesn't know anything about
you.  She didn't write those letters.  I did.  I'm Tibi."

"Wow," he said again.  "So did you want me to fuck you or what?"

"No. No. No," I protested.  "I want you to fuck my wife.  I just don't know
how to make it happen."

"Hah!" he said.  "You know this happened to us in Florida last year.  This
rich old guy paid me and the guys to gangfuck his wife, while he knelt at
the foot of the bed and jerked off."

"Gangfuck?"

"Yeah.  Me and my buddies.  My bike buddies.  We were down in Florida for a
bikers convention."

Gangfuck.  This was an idea that hadn't even occurred to me.  I felt myself
getting stiff sitting at the bar.  Just thinking about it.  Gangfuck.  My
god.  I had never even thought of that.  But to watch Priscilla get fucked
not by just one guy, but by a whole gang.  "Wow," I thought.

"God!  I would love to see my wife get gangfucked by you and your biker
buddies.  She could have one cock in her cunt and one cock in her ass, while
she was sucking another one."   Suddenly a new thought arose.  "How many
buddies are we talking about?" I asked him.

"Five"

"So that's six guys all together?"

"Yeah."

"Wow!  And do they all have big cocks?"

"You bet.   Some of them even bigger than mine.  One of my buddies, this
little skinny guy, 'Finky'---he's got more than eleven inches.  A lot of
women can't even take him."

"Wow!"  I said.  "I would so love to have this happen, but Priscilla would
never agree.  I approached her with the idea of a threesome and she put a
cold damper on that idea right away."

"You could drug her.  That's what we did to the Florida lady.   Just put a
little something in her drink and she went out like a light.  When she came
to she had three cocks in her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
It was too late."

"But that's rape."

"Maybe.  But she loved it.  I still hear from the old man.  He writes me
that she makes him drive downtown two or three nights a week and pick up two
or three guys or more to fuck her.  She really loves it man, and if we
hadn't got her started like that, think what she would have missed."

"Let me think about it," I said.   "I'll e-mail you."

"So let me get one thing straight.  All those fucking hot letters I got were
from you, man?"

I lowered my head in shame.  "Yes," I admitted.

"My god.  You sure know how to get a guy off."  He laughed and laughed and
kept slapping his palm on the wooden surface of the bar.  He thought it was
funny that it was a man writing such erotic letters to him.  He wasn't angry
at all.

"Thank you," I said appreciating his praise for my literary efforts.  "I'll
get back to you."

"Sure.  Okay, Tibi," he said.  I finished my drink.  And just as I was about
to leave the bar he gave me another quarter to feed into his parking meter.
I was glad to do it.  He was such a terrific guy.  I was so glad I had come
here and met him.  There had to be some way to work all this out.  I just
needed time to think.

I waited a week, trying to figure out what to do.  I really wanted to know a
little more about Rocco and also his buddies before I let them into my
house.  I also wanted to ride on his motorcycle.  So the following Tuesday,
I e-mailed him

From: Tibi

To: roccococco473

Subect:: Gangfuck Priscilla.

Message:  I'm coming down tomorrow night around midnight for further
discussions on how to go about getting my wife gangbanged.  I would also
like you to take me for a ride on your Harley.   Tibi   (notice---I left out
the XOXOXOXO this time.)

He e-mailed me back in a few hours and told me he'd be waiting for me, and
that I was doing the right thing, Priscilla needed to get gangfucked, and he
and his buddies were the best guys for the job.

"Where are you going?" Asked Priscilla the next evening as I was putting on
my jacket and heading out the front door at eleven p.m.

"Just for a little drive," I said.  "I'm not sleepy yet.  I need to get a
little fresh air."

She gave me this funny look, like she thought I was lying.  It made me feel
creepy because I was lying.  I closed the front door behind me and went to
my car.  I drove down to Corcoran's.  I was able to park right in front of
it this time, right behind Rocco's motorcycle, and it was after six p.m. so
I didn't have to put any quarters in the meter.  It was ten minute before
midnight.  Rocco would be getting off in a few minutes.  I went into
Corcoran's and sat down on one of the empty bar stools.  They were all
empty.  Corcoran's main business was at mealtimes.  Their patrons drank
their lunches and dinners.   It catered to that kind of a crowd.

"You ready to go for your Cycle spin?" he asked me.

"Sure am," I said.

At midnight he locked the bar.  We unchained his motorcycle from the parking
meter and handed me a helmet.  Now I noticed that the license plate read 'RC
473'.  He had me climb on right behind him.  Pressing really close against
him, and I wrapped my arms around his powerful chest and hung on.  We zoomed
off.  It was exhilarating.  I was having the best time of my life.  We
zoomed all over town and then out onto Highway 49 where the trailer park
was, and I thought he was going to take me to his trailer, but he turned
around and we headed back into town.  He stopped the cycle next to my car,
and helped me off.

"That was a lot of fun," I exclaimed.

"Glad you liked it, man?  When am I going to meet the little woman?"

"Soon.  Soon," I said.  I was making it up because there was no way I was
going to be able to arrange this.  I was just trying to live out my fantasy
up to the point where it really began.

When I got home, Priscilla was asleep.  When I was coming back from the
bathroom after brushing my teeth, I thought I saw her raise her head and
look at the clock, but I'm not sure.   I just got into bed.  I tried to fall
asleep.  But I was too damned excited.  Finally I got up and went down to my
little office.  I turned on the computer and sent an e-mail.

From: Tibi

To: roccococco473

Subject:: Motorcycle ride.

Message:  Loved the cycle.  It was great.  Can we do it again?  Can I come
down tomorrow night?   Can I meet your buddies?  I want to make sure they
really are as well hung as you say.

If I met his buddies, I would have a lot more real faces and bodies to
imagine fucking Priscilla, when it was just little me.

The next morning after Priscilla left for the office, I ran into the
computer room to see if I had an answer.  I did.

From: roccocco473

To: Tibi

Subject::  Do you doubt me?

Message:  I told you my buddies were well hung.  Your wife is going to get
the gangfuck of her life when you finally move your ass and get things
going.  Yes.  Okay.  You can come down tonight and ride on my motorbike
again.  I don't know if all the guys are free tonight.  I'll check.  But you
won't be disappointed.     Later.   Rocco

"You're going out again?" asked Priscilla in amazement, as I was putting on
my jacket at eleven p.m.

"Yes.  I need a little air.  I'll be back in a little while."

"You're not seeing another woman, are you?"

"No.  My God.  No. Priscilla.  No.  I swear to you I am not seeing another
woman.  I just need a little fresh air.  See you later."   I kissed her on
the cheek and went to my car.

We zoomed away as we had the night before, my arms tightly wrapped around
Rocco's chest, as I pressed against his strong back.  I felt very secure.  I
wasn't afraid of falling off.  This time we zoomed right out to Highway 49.
We pulled into the parking lot of Henry's Diner, right before the trailer
park.  Four guys were waiting for us inside.

We took the last two spots across from each other in a booth for six.  Rocco
introduced me to the other guys.  There was Ernie, who was about 45, with
thinning hair, and a little soft in the belly.   There was Jesse who was
tall, skinny and degenerate looking.  I couldn't find a spot under his chin,
which wasn't tattooed with dragons breathing fire and other such fun things.
There was Igor, who it turned was in this country on asylum, having escaped
from a Russian Gulag in Siberia, where they had sent him for manufacturing
and selling moonshine vodka.  He was about thirty, and big, and strong, and
handsome in a Slavic sort of way.  The last one was Rupert who it turned out
was semi-retarded, but was an expert in fornication they assured me.  Aside
from looking a little dim, he was quite nice looking.

"Finky couldn't come," said Rocco.  "He's the skinny little guy with the
giant dick.  He's busy fucking some bimbo tonight.   He says she's one of
the few who can take the whole thing, so he didn't want to miss out on that.
He'll meet you some other time.

"Okay," I said.

We all chatted a little and joked a little.  Finally Ernie brought up the
subject.

"So Rocco, here, tells us you might be interested in having us gangfuck your
wife.  Is that right?"

"Yes.  Yes," I nodded my head.  "I'm trying to arrange things."

"We did that for this guy in Florida."

"Yes," I said.  "Rocco told me."

"He paid us," he told me.   "We would want to get paid for performing this
little service for you."

"I thoroughly understand," I assured him.  I was perfectly willing to pay
for the pleasure of watching these guys give it to Priscilla.  "How much
would you want?"

"A Thousand bucks each.  And that includes Rocco.  Right, Rocco?"

Rocco nodded.

"Fine," I said.

"In cash," said Rupert, who maybe wasn't so retarded after all.

"I can arrange that."  I knew I could go to the bank and get 60 One Hundred
Dollar bills and put 10 each in an envelope with a name on it, in payment
for services rendered.

As we were paying for our coffees and divvying up the bill, getting ready to
leave, I mumbled to Rocco.  "I did want to check out the equipment."

"No problem, man," said Rocco.  "In the parking lot.  No one's around."

We went out and all the guys stood in a circle so no one could see what we
were doing.  They all opened their flies and drew out their meat.  Even
Rocco.  I had been dying to see Rocco's most of all.   They were all more
than adequate.  Even Ernie who was a little pudgy had a powerful piece of
equipment when he let it stiffen out for me to see.  But Rocco's was a work
of art.  I would have been so proud to have been blessed with such an
endowment.  I had always felt inferior to every other boy in the shower
room.

The guys jerked themselves for two or three minutes while my eyes darted
from one cock to the next, taking it all in. Evaluating the five pricks I
wanted to purchase for Priscilla.  Then they zipped up, and I climbed back
on the Harley behind Rocco and we zoomed off, back into town where I would
reclaim my car.  My only regret was that I didn't get to see Finky's
equipment, which was supposedly so spectacular.

When I got home, I didn't go right to bed.  I was getting so caught up in
this fantasy of mine, that I couldn't even function properly.  I went
straight into my little computer room and typed an e-mail to roccococco473.

Message:  I want you guys to gangfuck my wife.  I just don't know how to set
it up.  Any suggestions?   Tibi

Then I went to bed.  I needed Rocco to help me get this going, and I was
sure he would.  My heart was palpitating so, that I couldn't fall asleep the
whole night.  I got up the next morning in very bad shape and knew I would
have a bad office day.

"You look terrible," noticed Priscilla.

"I couldn't sleep," I told her.

"Is there something bothering you?"

"No. No.  I just couldn't sleep."

There was no e-mail in the morning.  I mean there was e-mail but only spam,
which I deleted.  I did not have a letter from roccococco473.  All day long
at the office, all I could think of was getting home to see if he had any
suggestions.  How could our plan proceed?

I left work a little early to get home before Priscilla.  If there was a
letter I wanted to read it right away.   With trembling hands, I turned on
my computer and clicked my e-mail icon.  Then I typed in my password,
'Dorabella', one of the characters in a Mozart opera that I loved.   There
it was.  A response from Rocco.

From: roccococco473

To: Tibi

Subject:: Gangfuck

Message:   Okay.  Here it is.  You want to get your wife gangfucked, then
this is how we should do it.   Tell her you're inviting some friends from
work over for a few drinks one evening---but not Wednesday, Thursday, or
Friday, because I work.  Have a liquor tray in the living room with a lot of
fancy mixes.   I'll say that because I'm a bartender, I'll mix the drinks.
I'll mix a drink for everyone and hand it to them, but when I hand Priscilla
her drink, it will have a little extra kick.  Count to ten and she's out
like a light.  Then we carry her up to the bedroom and strip her, and then
we get undressed and start fucking her pussy.  We can't put a cock in her
mouth while she's asleep because she might choke.  So in about five minutes,
she starts to come awake and wonders what's happening to her, and why it is
feeling so good, and little by little she realizes that she has this big
cock in her and she's getting fucked.  At first, she's a little upset, but
after a few more minutes those crazy feelings take over and she starts
moving her hips in time to the fuck.  She's loving it.  She never had so
much cock, but she wants more.  Now we give her more.  One of us straddles
her face and forces his dick down her throat.  She tries to struggle and
fight him off, but she can't.  I mean, there's six of us.  What's she gonna
do?   So finally she accepts it.  And then she starts learning what it's
like to give a good blowjob.  And after a while she starts to love it and
wants to drink everybody's juice.  And you---you're in your little armchair
at the foot of the bed watching it all happen and stroking your dick,
getting off on the scene.   Now, one of the guys lies on his back and we
make her sit on it facing him, then another one of the guys comes up behind
her, and before she knows it she has a cock in her asshole too.   She's
getting fucked in two holes at once, and she loves it.  Now one of us stands
up on the bed, so that his cock is level with her lips, and she's doing
three guys at once.  Maybe she can jack two more dicks with her hands while
she's at it.  Does this sound good to you?  Please let me know, and pick a
date so I can confirm it with my buddies.  Finky says he hopes your wife can
take his whole dick, which almost nobody else can.   P.S. Remember.  We get
a grand each for each of us.  In cash, like we said.  If you try to pull
anything funny with the money after we perform this little favor for you,
we'll cut your fucking balls off.  Got it?   Get back to me.  Rocco

I sat at my computer desk and read the letter over and over as I freed my
dick from my clothing.  Actually, I just pulled down my pants and drawers.
And I jacked myself to completion reading the letter over and over and over.
I saw the whole thing in front of me.  Vividly.  Unfortunately I still had
to use my imagination when picturing Finky.

It sounded like a good plan to me.  But wouldn't Priscilla wonder how come
my friends from the office were wearing leather, and tattered jeans and had
a million tattoos?  She would think that maybe they all lived in a trailer
park or something.  But once they were here, what could she do, except be
polite and entertain her guests.  Yes.  It was a good plan.  I only hoped
that she would thank me for it later, as Rocco had told me she would.

I had the liquor tray and the fancy mixes and the booze, but I needed to go
to the bank and get some cash.   I would also have to make sure we had
plenty of ice for the big silver bucket on the liquor tray.   I could just
pick up a bag at the store and keep it in the freezer until it was needed.


I looked at my calendar, and chose an evening.  I typed my reply:  How about
Saturday the fourteenth which is like ten days from now.  Is that good for
everybody?   Like around eight p.m.   Get back to me.   Tibi.

I clicked send.  I shut off my computer.  I pulled up my shorts and then my
pants.  I went to wash my hands.   I was just drying them when I heard
Priscilla come in the front door.   My beautiful Priscilla.  Did I have a
surprise for her.

I withdrew the money from my savings account in One Hundred Dollar bills.
Six Thousand Dollars.  Well, it would be worth it.  I was still waiting for
a reply.  Were we going to do it on the fourteenth?   I kept running to my
computer and checking my e-mail waiting for an answer.  Dorabella.
Dorabella.  Dorabella.  It seemed like ten times a night I was running
upstairs to type Dorabella-to see if it was on or not.  Then it came.  What
I had been waiting for my whole life long.

From: roccococco473

To: Tibi

Subject:: Gangfuck

Message:   All the guys are cool with it.  We'll be coming on our bikes.
Hope that doesn't bother you.   8 p.m. Saturday night the fourteenth the six
of us gangfuck Priscilla while you sit in your armchair at the foot of the
bed and pull on your peter.  By the way.  We need the address.  Please send
now.  That will be confirmation of the deal.

I sent the address, which I had been withholding up until now.

I could barely look Priscilla in the eye now, knowing what I knew.   I was
in a terrible state of nervous anxiety, and often found myself babbling
incoherently to myself.  Priscilla was giving me these anxious looks.  I
think she thinks I'm going crazy.   Maybe she's right.  I did tell her that
I was having some friends from the office over for drinks on Saturday night
the fourteenth and she was okay with that.

                           *                              *
*

Something is going on with my husband.  He has been acting so strangely for
a long time now.  We never have sex anymore.  We barely talk anymore.  He's
always in that stupid little room with his computer.  And he goes out
frequently late at night.  Where does he go?  Who does he see?  I asked him
if there was another woman.  I came right out and asked.  And he denied it.
He said there was no other woman.  Was he lying to me?

He is lying next to me right now.  He didn't go out late tonight.  In fact
he went up to bed early.  He said he was very tired.   He keeps tossing
about in his sleep and mumbling things, which I can't understand.  If this
keeps up all night, I'll have to go downstairs and sleep on the pullout
sofa.

"Dorabella.."

He said "Dorabella."

"Dorabella.  Dorabella.  Dorabella."

"So there is another woman.  Her name is Dorabella"   I will confront him in
the morning."

The next morning as he stepped out of his pajama bottoms and was reaching
for his underwear, I stood in the bedroom doorway and just very casually
asked.

"So who is Dorabella?"

His face went white and he dropped his shorts.  He stood there naked from
the waist down, his little cheating penis drooping.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I asked who is Dorabella?"  I repeated.

"No one.  I don't know anyone name Dorabella."

"Funny!  You kept saying her name over and over again in your sleep."

His face went white.

"I did?"

"Yes.  So who is Dorabella?"

"I swear to you I don't know anyone by that name.  I am not cheating on
you."

He was such a liar.

"I swear," he put his hand over his heart.  "The only Dorabella I know of is
in "Cosi Fan Tutte."

"Cosi Fan what?"

"It's an opera.   A Mozart opera.  I heard it on the car radio a few days
ago, I guess it must have been on my mind."

I didn't buy that for one minute.  I just nodded and didn't say anything
else.  I let him finish getting dressed for work.  Fortunately I didn't have
to be in early this morning, so I could just dawdle and take my time.
Dorabella.  Dorabella.   A Mozart Opera?  I didn't think so.

If only I knew what was going on with him.  I have never pried before.   We
never invade each other's privacy, but I wanted to find out what was
happening.   He was always in that computer room.  I had my own laptop which
I used while I was lying in bed.  I never touched his computer.  I wondered
if I could find anything out if I went into his computer.

I went into his crappy little room and switched it on.  "Welcome," it said
in print.

"Thanks," I answered.   Where to start?  Where to start?

I clicked onto his e-mail.  A page came up.   Please submit password with a
little box and a blinking black line.

"Screw."  I didn't know his password.  I wanted to see his e-mails.  Maybe
they held some clue to the way he was behaving.  Maybe he even had letters
there from this Dorabella bimbo.   I wanted to see what my competition was
like.  Who was Dorabella?   Was she prettier than I?  Smarter?   Better in
bed?  Who was Dorabella?   But I would never find out?  Because I didn't
know his fucking password.

"Dorabella Dorabella Dorabella," I kept repeating to myself, just as he had
done last night in his sleep, and as I was saying her name, somehow
automatically my fingers were typing it 'Dorabella.'

Suddenly his e-mail opened up to me.   My god.  Dorabella was his fucking
password.   I wondered who else she was.  I started looking through his
saved letters.

They were all from the same person.

roccococco473 and they were to Tibi---so that was his user name.

And the subject line which was visible without opening each letter on many
of them was 'Gangfuck.'  And one even said 'Gangfuck Priscilla'.  I wanted
to know more.  I started reading the letters.

On Wednesday afternoon the eleventh at about 4 p.m., I drove to State Street
and parked in the State Street Garage.   I noticed a motorcycle chained to
the parking meter in front of Corcoran's Bar and Grill.   Well.  It must
have been his. Roccococco473 had said he and his friends would be coming to
my house on their motorcycles.

I entered and sat upon a high stool before the bar.  The bartender turned to
me with a smile and his face, and then his jaw dropped.

"What'll you have?" he asked uncertainly.

"A little discussion," I said.

"Discussion?  About what?"

"I think you know very well about what," I told him.

He nodded.

"I have very recently discovered that my husband has invited you and five of
your buddies including one called 'Finky' who has more than most women can
take, to come to my house this Saturday night, whereupon you will mix the
drinks and pass them out, and I will get the one that has been drugged,
whereupon you and your friends will carry me upstairs and fuck me in every
orifice while my husband sits in an armchair at the foot of the bed and
jacks himself off.  Is that about right?" I asked.

"Yes."  He swallowed.  I saw his Adam's Apple move.

"And as compensation for this hard labor he is supposed to give you each One
Thousand Dollars.  Is that right?" I asked.

"Yep," he said.  He was one very confused man.

"Well.   I have a counteroffer.  Shall we discuss it?"

"What's your counteroffer?"

"What I propose is this.  You will all come to my house on your motorbikes
at eight o'clock on Saturday Night as planned.  But there will be one little
change."

"Okay," he said.  He was waiting to hear more.

"The one who gets the drugged drink will not be me.  It will be my husband.
The one who gets gangfucked by you and your compatriots will not be me. It
will be my husband.   For this, I am prepared to give you each Five Thousand
Dollars.  I have six thousand dollars in cash in my purse right now.  If we
have an agreement I will give you the six thousand cash right now, which you
can distribute among you.   And if you will give me a list of everyone's
name, I will have a check for another Four Thousand for each one of you to
be delivered upon completion of your task."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.   You're willing to go for Thirty
Thou to have us gangfuck your husband?"

"I most certainly am.  I realize the prospect of fucking my husband may not
be as appealing to you as the prospect of fucking me, but do you think that
you and your friends could fulfill my requirements?"

"Lady.  It's no big deal.  We've all been in prison.  Believe me.  We won't
have any problem at all."

"So do we have a deal?"

"Should we shake on it?"

"A simple 'yes' will do."

He agreed and gave me the names of the other five bikers.  I wrote out a
check for each one of them for four thousand dollars right there at the bar.

"I will give you these checks on Saturday night," I told him.  "When it's
'Mission Accomplished'."

                                *                                       *
*

It's Saturday night and the guys should be over in about a half hour.  I
have the little liquor cart, which is on wheels, right in front of the
television set in the living room, and the big silver bucket was filled with
ice, which I had taken out of the freezer.

Priscilla has been unaccustomedly cheerful, the last few days.  I can't
figure out why.  She's always giving me these funny little looks, and I can
see her breaking into a big smile, which she always tries to hide.  As for
myself, I am a wreck.  I don't know what I have gone and done, but I know
that after this night my life will never be the same.   All this to fulfill
my greatest fantasy.

We heard the loud roar of many motorcycles outside our house, pulling into
our driveway and onto our lawn.   They were here.   They rang the bell.  I
answered the door.

I greeted them all one by one and shook their hands, and introduced each one
of them to my beautiful wife, Priscilla, whom I'd been telling them about.
There was one strange face.  A small wiry, thin guy about five foot five,
almost elfin.  He was probably in his late twenties, and he had red cheeks,
and a little upturned nose, and dancing, twinkling, blue eyes.  His hair was
kind of light brown.  A little darker than blonde.   I knew that this must
be the famous 'Finky' with the humongous dick.  I threw my arms around his
shoulder, and pretended like we were good friends.

"Hey there, Finky.  Good to see you, man."

"You too buddy.  Really good to see you," he answered me and clapped me on
the back.  When I had everybody seated, Priscilla called me outside of the
room for a moment.

"You know these men from the office?  They don't look like office types."
She asked me.

"Yes."  I said.  We use this motorcycle delivery service.  Rocco's
Motormessenger.   The big dark guy I just introduced you to is Rocco.  The
other guys all work for him.  A great bunch of guys, Pris.  You'll really
like them.  And I've been bragging about you so much to them, they wanted to
meet you, and so I thought to myself, Hell, Why Not?  And so I invited them
here tonight.  You don't mind do you?"

"No.  Not at all," she said very cheerfully and we returned to the living
room where I suggested I would pour drinks for everybody, but Rocco said
"hell no.  I'm a professional bartender.  I'll mix the drinks."

"You're a professional bartender?  I thought you had a Messenger service,
Rocco.  Ted told me his office used your company.  Rocco's Motormessenger."

"Yeah.  That too," he said.   Rocco was really quick-witted.

The guys were all regaling us with stories of America and the open road,
while Rocco mixed the drinks.  Everyone had told him what they wanted, and
he did the best he could with what I had on the little cart.   Finally he
handed me my drink and he handed Priscilla HER DRINK.

I took a sip.  She took a sip.  We continued chatting, and exchanging small
talk but I was getting very sleepy.  Maybe I needed another cold swallow to
wake me up.  This was my big night and I wanted to be wide awake in the
armchair at the bottom of the bed to enjoy it all.

"Are you okay, Priscilla?"  I asked.  The drug didn't seem to be taking
effect yet.

"I'm fine," she said.  "Are you okay?"

"Fine," I said, but I was really sleepy.  So I took one more cold swallow to
wake me up.

I feel so warm and comfortable, and something is happening in my body and I
don't know what it is, but it feels very soothing and pleasant and I feel
like I am being held in someone's arms and it is such a pleasant feeling.

I feel like I am waking up.  Have I been asleep?   What did I miss?  I hope
I didn't miss anything.  The guys were probably already fucking Priscilla
and I was sleeping through everything after spending six thousand dollars.

But something was funny.  It was like there was a weight on top of me.  A
heavy weight.  And that pleasant feeling I had been feeling sort of
unconsciously, I now realized I was still feeling, and it was something
enormous stuck into my asshole and moving in and out.

"He's coming out of it," I heard someone say.

I heard a hot voice at my ear.  The face of someone on top of me was
breathing into my ear.  "You like this big dick, baby?   Tell Daddy how much
you like this big dick."   I shook my head as much as I could, trying to
clear my thoughts.  I tried looking to the side and I could tell that it was
pudgy Ernie who was on top of me, and that's why it felt so heavy,
and-----something else------he was fucking me.  His cock was in my ass and
he was fucking me.   He was supposed to be fucking my wife, not me.  What
the hell?

"You got one sweet hot pussy, honey," said Ernie.   "I think he likes it,
guys.  I think he's getting into it."

I opened my mouth to say "No I'm not" and suddenly someone's big dick was
shoved down my throat.  Fuck.  Someone was fucking my throat and I was
choking on dick.

"Fuck his ass.  Fuck it good," I heard someone say, and I knew that voice.
It was my wife Priscilla.  I tried to turn my head but I was pinned in
position by the cock in my throat.  I was able to edge myself off of it for
just a single second, which allowed me to pivot my head to see my wife
sitting comfortably in the armchair at the foot of the bed, watching the
spectacle of six motorcycle toughs fucking her husband.  And she seemed to
be very pleased with the whole situation.   What had happened?   What had
gone wrong?  I was supposed to be in that chair and she was supposed to
be---and the guy shoved the cock back down my throat.  I was able to raise
my eyes just enough to see that it was Rupert, and he wasn't so dimwitted
that he didn't know that he was getting his cock sucked, and he seemed to
like it a lot.

I felt Ernie really battering against my asscheeks now, and he was making
all kinds of groaning noises like he was going to orgasm or something, and
then I felt all this hot liquid shooting up into me.  And it felt kind of
nice.  As his motions slowed, and he rested upon my back, I allowed my
asshole to enjoy the fullness of his softening penis, and give it little
loving squeezes.

"That was great, baby.  That's the best fuck I've had since I got off the
cellblock." He gave my ear an affectionate little bite.

"Now that he's awake, I want him."  That was Rocco.  He had waited his turn
till I woke up.  He wanted me to be aware of his presence the whole time.
I felt Ernie lift off me toward the right side, and I heard the mattress
creak with the shifting of weight as Rocco positioned himself between my
spread thighs and eased his cock into my wet oozing asshole.

"Oh.  This feels nice," he said.  "This feels like home.  I wish my fucking
wife had a cunt like this," he said.  "You like it, baby?  You like having
Daddy's big dick up your asshole like this.  Oh.  This is so sweet.  So
sweet."

"Fuck him," screamed Priscilla.  "I can see it.  I can see your big shiny
wet cock lifting out of his asshole and then slamming back in.  Fuck his
ass."

"Tell me how much you like it, sweetheart," Rocco whispered in my ear.

"I like it.  Fuck me, Rocco.  Let me feel your big dick up inside my hole.
Yes."  I was able to get those few words out before Rudolph grabbed my hair
and slammed my mouth back around his dick.  I kind of liked getting my
throat fucked too, but it seemed like Rudolph was never gonna finish.   I
wanted to see what it would be like for someone to come in my mouth, so I
started really sucking on him hard.  I ran my tongue all over his dick, and
I let him press the head of his knob against the back of my throat, which
was choking me, but I was managing it.  And then I heard him start making
these pathetic little sobs, and I felt his dick throbbing inside my mouth,
and I felt his hot cum shooting out against the back of my throat and
sliding down, and as I continued sucking on his diminishing member, I began
to enjoy the flavor of his ejaculate.

Meanwhile my asshole was clutching Rocco's rod, like it never wanted it to
leave.  It felt so damned good.  And I really liked Rocco.  From the very
first time we met, I liked Rocco, and I was hoping I was making him feel as
good as he was making me feel, and I used all the muscles inside my rectum
to caress his rigid length.

"You want me to come inside your asshole, baby?   You want Daddy's hot
load?"

"Yes," I screamed, my mouth now free of cock.  "I want Daddy's hot load."

"Give him what he wants," yelled Priscilla from the foot of the bed.  "Give
him your hot load."  And with that encouragement, Rocco started sawing in
and out like mad, and my ass accompanied every thrust and stab he made.  I
felt Rocco go into his short shoves, and I was glad I was able to give him
my full attention as he sent his hot seed deep into my belly.   This was so
great.  I realized this was even better than my original plan of watching
them screwing Priscilla.  They were screwing me, which was much more
exciting.   She was just a voyeur.  I was getting all the attention.

"I want to have that sweet ass again soon, baby.  Promise me.  Promise
Rocco."

"I promise," I promised as I sadly felt his length withdrawing from deep
within me, and as he climbed off me I felt a slight chill on my back.  I
would either need a blanket or another body on top of me.

I was getting another body.  It was Jesse.  His colorful tattoo covered arms
wrapped around my chest as he lay on my back and asscheeks, and his penis
went into my well-fucked hole.

At the same time I felt another cock stabbing at my lips.  I looked up and
it was Igor.   I opened my mouth for him, and it went in.  It tasted exactly
like vodka.  Maybe moonshine vodka.   Maybe his semen would intoxicate me.

"Take my dick, you fucking faggot," said Jesse.  I guess he liked making me
feel inferior.   But I didn't feel inferior, I felt excited.  I wanted him
to keep talking dirty to me.  This was really thrilling.

"What a hot tight little asshole this faggot has," crooned Jesse, grinding
himself into me, and I loved it.  I wanted more.  More.  I decided to give
him the best fuck he had ever had, even when he was in prison.   He was
moaning and groaning into my ear.   I wished that I were facing him, so I
could see all his beautiful inked colors as he was screwing my ass.

But I had to devote more attention to Igor who was stroking his dick into my
mouth, so I started to really suck and tongue him and he started to moan and
groan also.  I was giving incredible pleasure to two men at once.   I felt
the two of them approaching their climax almost simultaneously.  I had
Jesse's cream filling my bottom passage where it joined Ernie's and Rocco's.
I had the cum of three men inside me.  Wow!   And that was only down there.
I had already swallowed Rupert's load, and I was at this moment getting
Igor's.   You ask me how it tasted?  Was it like an expensive cocktail?  All
I can say is that it only needed an olive.

I thought I was finished until I looked up and saw a tiny elfin face smiling
at me.  He was crawling over me.  I twisted my head around to get a look at
the fearsome Finky.  Holy Hannah!  I had never seen anything like that
except maybe in a freak show.  No wonder most women couldn't take him.  They
couldn't take him in their roomy cunts, and now he wanted to put it into my
tiny assshole?  No way!  I would end up in the hospital.  I tried to
struggle but they all held me down.

"Come on, now," said Rocco.  "Finky's gotta get his turn.  Be a good little
boy and don't put up a fuss."

When Rocco said that, I quieted down.  I somehow knew that he wouldn't let
Finky hurt me, and that if it wouldn't go in, he wouldn't let Finky force
it.  But it started to go in and it continued to go in and it continued to
go in, and yes it hurt a little, but if I turned a little, yes, that was a
little better and it was going so high up me.  If his dick had had a little
camera on it, it could have been a colonoscopy, it was so deep.

And then I felt his balls settle against my own and I knew that he had
succeeded in getting the whole thing in me.  It was like a miracle.

"Oh, wow, Finky," I said.

"He took it, guys.  He took the whole fucking thing.  Look.  It's all inside
him.  Every fucking inch of it.  Would you ever have believed it could be
done.  Send it to Ripley's Believe it or Not.  His asshole took a whole foot
of Finky's stiff dick."

And now Finky was fucking me, and Priscilla was yelling,  "Yes.  Yes.  Fuck
him with that ridiculous, obscenely large cock.   Hurt him.  Hurt him.  I
want to hear screams of pain."

She was hearing me moan and was enjoying thinking that I was in pain, and
yeah maybe I was just a little bit but it was also good and I liked it, and
I said, "yes, Finky.  Fuck me with your big dick.  Shoot your juice all the
way up into my small intestine.  Fuck me, Finky.  Fuck me."

I don't think Finky was used to hearing anyone getting pleasure from his
oversized endowment.  They probably just suffered through it.   So when I
sounded like I wanted it, it got him incredibly excited and before I knew it
he was shooting jet after jet of his hot syrup into me.   We were both
exhausted, and he just lay on top of me for a few minutes, which felt nice,
and then slowly he started to draw it out, and it came out an inch at a
time, which took quite a while, and as the knob slipped through my sphincter
the juices of four men followed, and bubbled over my balls and flowed out
onto the sheet in an endless thick white liquid stream.

"Okay?"  Rocco asked.  He was talking to Priscilla.

"Okay.  You can have your checks," she answered.

I was trying to figure all this out, when Rocco said to me,

"Sorry, pal.  This was a big money deal.  The lady found out about it and
paid us a lot more than you were gonna pay if we would switch the original
plan and do it to you.  But turnabout is fair play.  Right?"

I didn't answer.  But now everything was clear.  Priscilla had obviously
gotten into my computer.  She had typed in the name of my supposed
girlfriend, Dorabella, which I had babbled in my sleep-and it happened to be
my password.  She had gotten into my e-mail and learned everything.   The
whole scheme.  Where Rocco worked.  Everything.  That was how I came to be
the one who got the drugged drink and awoke to find myself being fucked in
the ass.   The best laid plans----right?

The guys all got dressed and Priscilla paid them, while I lay naked on the
bed in a pool of cum.   After they were gone, she said, "Excuse me.  Get up.
I have to change the sheets.  You can go sleep down on the pullout sofa.  I
won't be in the same bed with you.  You're dirty.  You're defiled."

So that was how it was.  My marriage was over.  I went down to the sofa and
got into bed.  I didn't even shower.  I wanted to feel all the cum drying on
me.   I told you I was a sicko at the beginning.  Remember?

The next week was really, really bad.  We were living in the same house, but
she was not talking to me and I was not talking to her.   "Why don't you
just leave?" she asked me a couple of times.  I didn't answer her.  This was
my house too.  Where would I go?  But I was really depressed.

That Wednesday, I couldn't sleep at all.  I got dressed and went out and got
into my car.  I drove down to State Street and went into Corcoran's.  It was
close to midnight.  The bar would be closing soon.   I felt funny about
seeing Rocco again after he had fucked my ass and everything, but I had to
tell him what the little scene had brought about.  That I was now an outcast
in my own home.

"Hey.  It's Tibi," he called jovially, as I came in the door.

"Hi, Rocco."

"What brings you down here?"

"I needed to tell someone what was happening in my life, and I figured you
were the only one who would really understand."   And then I told him all
the horrible things Priscilla had said to me, and how she was treating me,
and how I hated to even go into the house.  But I had paid for the house
too.  If she didn't want to be near me, she should move.

"You can't live like that," said Rocco.  "You gotta get out of there.  At
least until things calm down."

"Yeah.  I guess. I could go to a hotel."

"I tell you what.  Since I'm the one who gave you all this trouble, I should
be the one to help you out.  Why don't you come and stay with me for a few
days.  Judy's staying at her mother's till the baby comes."

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure," he said.  "In a hotel room you'd be all alone.  That's no good."

"You're right.  Maybe I should do that," I said.  "Maybe I should drive home
and pick up some things."

"Nah.  It's late.  You can pick up stuff tomorrow.  Come with me now.  I'll
ride the cycle and you can follow me in your car.  That way you won't have
to leave your car here overnight, because the meters start swallowing
quarters at eight a.m.

"Okay," I said.  This probably was the best thing.  After all, who better
than Rocco could understand the trauma I had recently experienced and the
suffering it was now causing me.

He locked up and climbed on his bike.  I got in my car.  He zoomed ahead of
me all the way to the trailer park.   I followed him to his front door,
which he unlocked.

"Sorry.  It's not so spic and span," he apologized.  "I'm a sloppy kind of
guy."

"I don't care," I said.  I mean, who could care if he was sloppy, at least I
was out of the frozen atmosphere in my own spic and span house.

"Oh.  You just have one bed," I noticed.

"Well, yeah," he looked at me as if I were stupid.  "It's a trailer."

"Right," I said.  "I don't have any pajamas."

"Don't need 'em.  Down here we sleep in the raw."   He undressed and crawled
into the bed.  I didn't look at him.  I turned and faced the front of the
trailer as I got out of my own clothes, and then I got into the other side
of the bed.

I tried to fall asleep, but about five minutes later, I felt Rocco pressed
all along my back, and I felt a big erection stabbing at my butt crack.  He
threw one of his powerful arms around me and clutched me to him, while
whispering in my ear.

"You know why you came down to Corcoran's tonight.  Don't you?   You know
why you came to the trailer park.  Don't you?"

I didn't answer.

"You know why you're lying next to me in this bed.  Don't you?

I didn't say anything.

"It's cause you want this cock again.  Don't you?"

I kept my silence.

"Yeah," he laughed softly into my ear.  "You want this cock all right.  You
want this big cock up your hot little ass again.  Don't you?"

I decided to let him do all the talking.  But suddenly he gave my ass a
vicious swat with the flat of his hand.  "Answer me, goddamnit.  You want
this cock of up your ass again.  Don't you?"

"Yes," I said.  That slap really stung.

"Well you're gonna have to beg for it."

"What?" I asked.

"I said your gonna fucking have to beg for it." And he gave me another
vicious swat.

"Please can I have your cock up my ass?" I asked.  I couldn't believe those
words were coming out of my mouth, but I suddenly realized I did want his
cock up my ass, and though his slaps had hurt, they had also excited me.

"No you can not," he said.   "Not until you crawl down between my legs and
get your mouth all over that cock.  And all over my balls.  And all over my
ass cheeks.  And into my asshole."

I didn't know what to do.  I just kept lying there.

Then he gave me a couple of more swats and yelled at me.   "Well, get down
there and do it, you fucking slut.  If you want my cock up your ass without
paying me, you're gonna have to do a little work first.  Now get down there,
bitch."  And he hit me again.  I was stunned and a little afraid.  I didn't
waste another second.  I moved.  I crawled down between his hairy thighs and
began making lip love to his hairy balls.  I licked his hairy ass.  I licked
between his hairy butt cheeks.  And I did what I really didn't want to do.
I started licking his asshole.  He reached down and pulled apart his cheeks.
"Get that tongue in there, bitch."  So I did.

He seemed satisfied with what I was doing for a while, but then he grabbed
my hair and pulled my face up until I was looking straight into his narrow
eyes.  "Now suck my cock and suck it good.  And if you suck it good, maybe
I'll stick it into your asshole and give you a good fucking.  You need a
good fucking don't you?"

"Yes," I said.

"What was that?"  He cracked me across the face.  First one way and then the
other.  "Louder, boy.  I didn't hear you.  Beg me to let you suck my big
cock."

Now I understood.  "Yes, sir.  Yes.   Please let me suck your beautiful cock
for you.  Please. Please. Please, sir."

"That's better, faggot."

I took his dick in my mouth and worked on it like a dog.  Occasionally I
went back to his balls and his ass, but mostly I sucked him.  He seemed to
be enjoying it.  He was just lying there with this blissful look on his
face.  "That's a good boy.   My boy really knows how to suck cock.  Doesn't
he?"

"Yes, sir," I said.   I saw him smile at me and I was happy.  I wanted him
to smile at me.

Finally he said to me,  "You ready to get your ass fucked now, bitch?"

"Yes, sir.  Yes.  Please.  Fuck my ass."

He pulled me up and flattened me out on the mattress.  Then he climbed over
me, and I felt his thick blunt knob pressing against the tender flesh of my
sphincter ring, which was ever so slowly parting and parting and parting,
and allowing him access to my innermost chambers.  I felt it sliding into
me, as my fleshwalls closed around it.   When I felt his balls hit my own, I
knew he had reached bottom.  I felt him relax on top of me, just lying with
his full weight on me without moving.

"You like that, baby?  You like feeling Daddy's big hot dick inside your
hungry little asshole?"

"Yes.  Fuck me, Daddy.  Please fuck me."  And I started working my ass
muscles around his dick to please him.

"That's it, baby.  You're one hot little number, you are.   I'm gonna make
you my permanent bitch cunt whore.  Would you like that, baby?  Would you
like to be Daddy's bitch cunt whore?"

"Yes.  Yes.  Please, Daddy.  Please make me your bitch cunt whore.  Fuck my
pussy.  Please fuck me, Daddy."   Now I knew what he needed to excite him,
and it excited me too.

He started to move on top of me, and it felt so good.  I loved it when he
pressed all the way in.  And he was licking my ear, and saying things like
"My little bitch cunt whore.  I love fucking my little bitch cunt whore.
He's got a much tighter pussy than my old lady.  Much, much tighter.  Oh.
So good.  So good."

But then he pulled it out.   Why?

"Turn over," he ordered me.   I turned over.  He raised my legs up and fed
his cock back into my ass from the front, while kneeling.

"This is how I fuck my old lady usually.  Face to face.   You like this,
honey?  You like it?"

"Yes," I said.  "I love it.  Please fuck me, Daddy.  Face to face."  Then he
moved so that he wasn't kneeling any more but was just stretched out over
me, and my legs, which were up in the air wrapped around him and embraced
him.   We were face to face, and he stuck his tongue into my mouth.  I
sucked on it greedily.  I sucked on it as if it were his cock.  Meanwhile
his dick was moving so gently in and out of me.  I had never had such
feelings.

"You like this, baby?  You like the way I'm fucking you?"

"Yes.  I love it."

"So you wanna be my permanent bitch cunt whore, or what?"

"Yes.  Forever.  Forever and ever.  And I wasn't lying.  He kissed me again
and his hips gained velocity, and I felt the huge dick that was stuffed
inside of me swell in anticipation of shooting out his hot white cream.  And
then he shot.  And shot.  And shot.  I held onto his firm asscheeks with my
hand and moved him into me further with each spurt, and he was totally
surrounded by my arms and by my legs.  And by my love.

I went back to the house the next day, while Priscilla was at work, and
packed up everything I would need and moved my life into the trailer with
Rocco.

We slept in that bed together every night, and he cursed me, and slapped me,
and kept spitting into my mouth to make me totally subservient.  But he also
let me suck his beautiful dick, and balls, and asshole, which I loved so
much.  And then he would fuck me in all the most extraordinary positions.
And I felt that life would continue like this forever, but I was wrong,
because one day he said to me "Judy had the kid, and she's moving back in
with the baby.  That means you have to sleep on the floor at the foot of the
bed."

"On the floor?" I asked.  I couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Well, yeah.  She gets the bed.  She's my fucking wife, isn't she?"

So Judy moved back in with the baby.  He introduced us.  "This is Tibi," he
told her.  "He's my bitch cunt whore.  Tibi.  This is Judy, my old lady."

"Hi, Judy," I said.

"Hi," she answered.  She really was ugly and trashy and trampy looking.  I
wondered how a handsome guy like Rocco ended up with something like that.

So I was sleeping on the floor, while she was lying in the bed getting
fucked.  Was this how it was going to be?   And the baby kept crying, and
she wouldn't get up.  I had to get up and rock it, and then I had to make
her feed it.  She was a terrible mother.

Every so often, Rocco rewarded me, by making her sit on the floor and wait
while he fucked me on the bed.  It was the least he could do.  I was doing
everything in the trailer.  I was keeping it clean.  I was doing the
cooking.  I was taking care of the baby.  I even had to quit my job because
Judy was such a lousy mother, and I couldn't leave her alone with Rocco
Junior.  Not even for a minute.  And she was nasty to me, making me feel
like an unwelcome intruder.  I hated Judy.

And they fought all the time.  Yelling and screaming and cursing at each
other.  And she hit him, but he hit her right back and gave her a big black
eye.  "You fucking bastard," she screamed.  That was how it was.  Why did I
stay?  Don't ask me.  I don't know.  I already told you I was a sicko.  And
you've seen it for yourself, so don't even ask.

Things went on like this for more than two years, and it was a terrible
situation for little Rocco Junior to grow up in.  Constant bickering.  I
kept trying to keep peace between the two of them, but it was impossible.
One night we needed some groceries, so Rocco and I climbed upon his
motorcycle and zoomed over to the market.  We bought what we needed and
zoomed home.  When we entered, we found the baby alone in his crib.  Judy
wasn't there.  She had left the baby alone.

Great.

I went to put the American Cheese in the little refrigerator, and then I saw
it.  The note under the magnet where I usually kept my shopping list.

FUCK YOU!

It said, in no uncertain terms.  She had left.  We never saw or heard from
Judy again.  Even her mother didn't know where she was.

We gave her a chance to return.  But after two weeks Rocco moved me back
into the bed, and it was right back to the way it used to be, with the
slapping, and the spitting in my mouth, and his kissing me, and making me
orally service his lower body, and finally blissfully fucking me all night
long in every possible position.  It was heaven.

Every few months Rocco would send Rocco Junior to visit his grandmother for
a couple of weeks so we could be alone together.  But we weren't always
alone. He often invited the other guys over for an evening of entertainment.
I was the entertainment.  He would order me to service them all, and would
make me let them stick it into me.  I knew he liked to have them see how
well I obeyed him, so I always did whatever he told me to do.  Besides I
liked them all.  Ernie, Jesse, Igor, Rupert, and especially Finky.

Finky was always especially sweet to me and was always giving me these
wistful, longing looks.  I knew he wished that I belonged to him and not to
Rocco.  After all, I was one of the few people on the planet who could fully
appreciate or accommodate Finky.

As the years went by.  I tried to make us a family.  I tried to be a good
mother.  I did everything I could for Rocco Junior.  But he was always
getting into trouble.  He was stealing cars, and robbing stores and beating
up homos.  All nice things.  He eventually dropped out of school, and it
became clear that we weren't going to lose him to college, but to prison.

And then what we feared came to pass.  It seemed that somehow, unknown to
us, Rocco Junior had become the bag boy for a large crime syndicate, and
they did indeed leave him holding the bag.   He was tried and convicted and
sent to Juvenile Detention to be followed by many years in the State
Penitentiary.

Rocco was devastated.  This was how his son had turned out.  Well, I say he
took after his mother.  But finally after all these years, Rocco and I were
alone together again in the little trailer.  We were empty nesters, free to
make love in all the strange permutations we had always enjoyed together,
with no more trying to cover up our words or our sighs of ecstasy from the
child.   I was happy at last.  This was what I had always wanted my life to
be, and it had taken so many years.

The only thing is I have no more fantasies.  I have done everything.