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Clint’s Story:

... My wife is visiting with her aunt Doreen...I am sequestered in the quest bedroom... I am in deep shit; tomorrow will tell Clint thinks to himself... Clint rests his head on the stacked pillows...

Reflecting:
...I did not think Maurice would even have an office...considering what he does for a living, but he does... Maurice is a specialist..., in a weird sort of way.

...Maurice-s secretary served me a coffee with a couple of cookies... stale cookies...Maurice having a secretary boggles my mind.
...Bernie is her name... a good looking woman... in her thirties I venture to guess... She was very polite to me... I suspect she can handle herself... just a feeling.

Maurice-s office;
...I am sitting on the leather chesterfield in his office... high quality stuff..., not Wal-Mart..., looking at the painting on the wall, two sailing ships in fog. The painting looks expensive...
...I truly expected Maurice to haunt some basement in an old office building in the inner city... was I ever wrong.


...My wife of 6 years, Jennifer, and I are having some difficulties in our marriage. Our sex life has tapered off allot. Jenny was determined to correct this and insisted that we seek help.

... Jennifer has a normal to strong sex drive but restricts herself to regular sexual antics.

...Jenny is Christian and a strong believer in our marriage vows... I was less than enthusiastic so she agreed after many discussions to let me choose our therapist.



...Enter my work mates. I work in the dairy industry..., a high paying executive position...My office buddies and I talk about sex allot... I have been influenced, no doubt... I do not think any of us are very worldly when it comes to women...

...I was quite content the first three years of our marriage. Discussions at work led me to a site on sex... Without Jenny-s knowledge I visited this site often and acquired new tastes and desires. I read the stories and personnel thoughts and ideas of people who visited there. My focus turned to lust, lust for anal sex with my wife.
...I was consoled by one of my buddies ...he told me is children learn about anal sex in grade school...therefore it must have gained acceptance since our times...
...I brought it up casually once and was shot down in flames. I became so possessed by this need to bum fuck Jenny I started to masturbate in seclusion to my fantasy.

... I started to bump into other women-s bums in tight quarters; I developed techniques to get away with these casual contacts.
... I started to take public transit using money savings as an excuse. I got quite good at getting a feel off women-s asses. I always carried something with me to keep in the hand which was going to get the feel. A couple of times I actually managed to get a finger length wise into a strange woman-s bum crack. The motion of the train or bus would provide me with the motion needed to elicit greater satisfaction.

... I have decided thongs are a great innovation in women-s attire, and secretly thank whoever designed them... Thank you!

...Summer time, light dresses... one thin piece of material between my shameless finger and the skin of some strange woman-s bare ass .... Aaah!

...A side effect of this was a lack of sex between Jenny and her husband, me... My feeling up women in public got to be more and more brazen on my part...

...Finally the day came when I got caught groping a women. She was not mean about it but queered me off to such an extent that I decided I had better do something. That decision brought Maurice into my life
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AT a cost of $5457.00 I hired Maurice to help me seduce my wife..., anally. There was an actual contract drawn-up guaranteeing myself first penetration with a cock into my wife-s asshole. Maurice explained the need may arise in which he may need to play a part to help with her stimulation... My cock would deprive her of her anal virginity though. I was happy with this and the plan was set in motion.

Now you may ask yourself why anyone would pay six grand to fuck their own wife in the ass... Enter my workmates...endless hours of sex talk...
... In hind sight I can see they played me... Jenny is hot and they knew they would never get to fuck her so they did the next best thing... They twisted her husband around until he was their puppet... hoping for salacious information on the lovely Jennifer. Maybe even some pictures...
...I confess to having shown them pictures of our vacation. These pictures included some of Jenny at the beach.
...Gullible...YOU BETCHA...
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The Procedure:
...The first three sessions with Jenny took place at Maurice-s office, his secretary was there for all three sessions.
...Maurice looked like a pimp when I first met him. He looked very distinguished when he met Jenny.

...He had hired a Catholic priest to be in on all the sessions. This was done to lessen Jenny-s fears; I had told Maurice that Jenny was a Christian. Each session lasted 90 minutes. [ I later learned that the priest was a very corrupt individual, but was an actual priest. Maybe he was just an out of work atheist.  ]

... The forth meeting was dinner at a snazzy restaurant. A 7:00pm time was set and we all met at this Carleton-s. Maurice, his secretary Bernie, the priest, father Gregory, Jenny and I.
... Dinner was a blast; wine and great comedic conversation kept us all laughing for a couple hours.

...Father Gregory and Bernie left near 9:00pm. Maurice, Jenny and I went to a room in a classy hotel across the street. The intent was for Maurice to set the mood and for Jenny and me to make love, or so Jenny thought.

...What actually happened was that Jenny was having such a good time we continued partying into the morning and fell asleep in the bed; drunk. In many ways this was good because Jenny became more comfortable with Maurice.

... A second dinner was set for two weeks, again on a Saturday; by previous agreement I was to chip in half for the second dinner.
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... What I didn’t expect was Maurice feeling up my Jenny. I woke up during the night...table lamps on...
I thought Maurice had left... when I realized he was still in the room ...I pretended to be asleep. Jenny was backed into me in the spoon position...her ass was protected.
...This was the first time we had slept together in awhile. Jenny liked to hook her upper leg back over me when we slept this way... he knees where together but the one foot would be resting atop my calf... Why is this important?
...With Jenny-s foot hooked over my lag...all one needs to do is lift her knee. And my Jenny is exposed... and not a little.

...When I awoke Maurice was sitting on the bed...I could see some of Maurice by looking thru Jenny-s hair. I peeked, eyes barely open...looking thru Jenny-s hair...hiding my being awake.

...He was squeezing Jenny-s breasts. I probably should have said something, but I never said a thing... Having spent six grand I guess I was pliable.

...My arm and hand lie across Jenny-s waist and over her tummy. While Maurice was feeling up my wife-s tits I picked-up on a slight change in Jenny-s breathing. I got really turned on; I was participating in the violation of my wife Jenny... I was getting away with something naughty. The same kind of thing me and the guys at work talked about...

...Thinking I was asleep, Maurice moved one strap off Jenny-s shoulder...slipping her dress off her breast...pulling out her tit. Maurice sucked on her nipple. I could not really see what he was doing but I could feel Jenny respond to this manipulation of her breast with his fingers and mouth.

...The bastard moved my hand from her tummy... pulling my wife-s dress up covering my hand... I saw her leg rise, aka her knee was lifted opening up my sweet wife, I knew he was touching Jenny-s pussy...I just knew it. I squinted and peeked... I could not see Maurice slipping his hand up between Jenny-s legs, but I am sure he did... He was working over my wife.


[......I will bet he slipped is finger inside her panties and pulled on them down...loosening them...I will bet he moved her panties aside so he could see my Jenny exposed...her pure pussy...I will bet he touched her clit...her lips, tracing a line along each one... I will bet he opened my Jenny - exposing her beautiful little hole...I will bet he pushed his finger into my Jenny... I will bet he finger fucked her......]
My mind was reeling.

...She would moan and move away, but I was in the way so her retreat was stopped... Again I aided in my wife-s violation, at least a little. Maurice forced the issue... Jenny was getting felt up and that was that...
... I heard the bastard go mmmm...

...That pissed me off.
Did I make a mistake..., too late now...What was I going to say:
--- Oh honey, the man I hired to help me fuck you up the ass drugged you and fingered fucked you last night...
--- Oh yeah, and you liked it...
RIGHT ! ... He had me dead to rights.

...I could feel my wife-s hips move periodically as she became aroused. Maurice played her like a musical instrument.
...I could not tell if he was fingering her or not... She did not wake up... Maurice likely drugged her... The bastard...
...Yet..., I had a serious hard on... I fucking loved it... another man fucking with my wife... maybe even fingering her...

...Near the end of Maurice-s molestation of my wife he had Jenny-s hips moving... he had her breath going from short gasps to low sighs...

... I confess; I came in my pants.


I sat up. It was dark in the room... Maurice had left...I got up for a pee... When I came back I was somewhat perturbed. I left the bathroom light on so I could see Jenny. She looks beautiful... I looked closer...not a thing was out of place...even her hair looks undisturbed...
Did I dream this molestation... did Maurice cover his tracks so dam good that even a husband could not see evidence of his wife-s molestation?
......fuck...it seemed so real...maybe it was real and I am just being played... I looked closer at Jenny. No change...
I looked at the time. 4:39am... Did I sleep straight thru ? ...
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... I felt guilty for a while during the time between dinner dates. After all, my wife had been molested: I had decided... I was complicit in that violation.
...Jenny would have called the whole thing off if she had known..., maybe even filed charges. Jenny and I never discussed our sessions with Maurice at his insistence. We knew he was building us up for a reconciliation fuck. [ That is what I would call it.]

...I had to admit though that feeling up some other guy-s wife with him sleeping beside her was a great idea. If she woke up pissed in the morning, the husband would take the blame...
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Saturday:
...The night came for our second dinner date with Maurice and Bernie. It was set for 7:00pm. We went out of the city about 5 clicks. We parked our car in a downtown lockup and rode in a limo paid for by Maurice.
...Dinner went much like the previous dinner, plenty of good fun and some drinking. We took the limo back to the city. Maurice had arranged for us to attend a club downtown. There was a comedian playing and we all laughed our asses off.

... Our next stop, a place called Bradley-s; a sleazier bar than anyplace Jenny had ever been in her life. She was nervous. Maurice watched over Jenny like a hawk. He managed her drinks so she had fun and was never very drunk.

... There were several guys who asked to dance with Jenny, but only one past Maurice-s scrutiny... Maurice said no to the rest, he had connections in this place so we where well looked after...
...I could see Jenny getting closer to Maurice as a friend she could trust, clever guy that Maurice. Maurice danced with Jenny several times. He-s good dancer...

...I did notice that during the dancing he managed to brush Jenny-s breast a couple of times. Smooth or what, Jenny never gave it a second thought...she see-s only good in people.

... Bernie and I danced several times. Bernie also watched over Jenny, accompanying her to the washroom whenever that was necessary.

...Maurice suggested I dance with Jenny to see how she was doing. This was a direct contradiction of one of Maurice-s hard and fast rules.
... I could tell Jenny was feeling sexy, I know my wife; Jenny had too much style and grace to exhibit her needs in public, and to much wine to completely hide her feelings from her husband.

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Pee break:
... I came back to the present, needing to pee. As I peed I kept thinking about Maurice and how I became complicit, the happiest of dupes...

...Maurice was very successful at helping troubled relationships and broken marriages. He had a good reputation. My employ of Maurice to do my bidding in the matter of anal sex with my wife was not his norm. Still I followed his every advice; my lust ruled supreme.

... I finished peeing; returning to the guest room unnoticed by Jenny or her aunt Doreen. I could hear them talking but not the actual words... I lay in the bed for several minutes before I returned to that night at Bradley-s Bar.


Bradley-s:
...I had gone to sit at the bar, while there I got involved in conversation with a couple of dudes and I forgot to keep a close eye on Jenny. It must have been a good 20 minutes when I heard a scuffle and turned to see some guy on the floor with two bouncers at him. What I missed was his pat on Jenny-s ass and that got him in trouble; Jenny had become very popular at Bradley-s.

... Jenny was cuddled up to Maurice, with Bernie close to her and a third gentleman right behind her, protecting Jenny from all comers. Maurice is plying his trade very well I thought. I turned back to my conversation, confident that my wife was in good hands; literally. I seemed to be enjoying playing the cuck... Who-d a thought it...

...We stayed late again as Jenny was having blast. It seemed like the entire bar was looking out for her.

... I had great fun; for the first time I felt comfortable with Maurice looking after Jenny.

... I got sloshed again. I guess I did not care if he felt up my stunningly gorgeous Christian wife... [Wtf is wrong with me.]
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The third dinner date:
...Our next date was the following Saturday, only one week. Maurice had arranged dinner and live theatre. Jenny was ecstatic. I fed the man information and he orchestrated an opera.

...This was our third dinner date; it went off like a charm. Father Gregory stopped by for a few minutes, ostensibly to see how we were getting along. We dined at 6:00pm; the show stared at 8:00pm. It was a mystery and we all enjoyed ourselves.

... Unknown to either Jenny or me, Maurice had arranged for us to attend the actor-s party after the show. Jenny got right into it as she loves theatre. Once again my lovely wife was having the time of her life. We were introduced as friends of Maurice-s.

...The party went on until after 1:00am. As it started to peter out we called it an night. Maurice had the limo pick us up. We drove to an under drive garage and took the elevator directly to the 12th floor of a very classy hotel... arriving at our room; it was huge. There was more than one room to this suite.., each room had beds... four in total. This suite had it all. We open more wine and snacked on some cheese and crackers, fruit, and pâté.

... Maurice indicated for me to go to Jenny; hug her and kiss her and see her reaction. I went to my lovely wife and pulled her to me to kiss her but she pushed me back and looked toward Maurice.
..... Maurice nods;
--- We will start with a little kiss, like on a first date.

...I kissed Jennifer and held her for the first time in nearly two months... [ We sleep in separate rooms... Maurice...]
...Something does not feel right. I step back...taking her hand I lead her to the wine... I pour Jenny a glass of wine... We smile at one another, Jenny seems fine but I have an odd feeling in my gut. Maybe guilt, I say to myself.

I look at my Jenny:
...She is dressed in a lovely summer dress...a go out at night...look great dress...,knee length...with an expensive slip... Jenny-s legs are covered with patterned thigh hi stockings. She is dressed in shoes picked out for her by Maurice; actually her entire wardrobe is handpicked my Maurice for this occasion. He does this he said with his clients when he takes them to the theatre..., he never offered an explanation and we never asked... I suppose I should have since I am paying this stuff; more money than brains.


..... My wife Jennifer is near 5 foot 8 inches. Jenny weighs 146 lbs., with no fat..., zero. She works out three times a week and is a runner, not a jogger. Jenny participates in track meets for women; she belongs to a Christian Lady-s club which tours from time to time. With her strong long legs, and slight upper body Jenny can really fly. She is unbeaten this year in the 100 metre dash.

..... Jenny has small B - cups, and lovely blonde hair; with high-lights; kept in a long hairstyle. Her eyes are a beautiful blue-green... Her body is toned... not muscular. Her legs are long... yet proportional to her overall body size..., and shapely.
..... Her ass is a TEN. Jen-s face borders on an oval shape... Her nose is prominent and pointed... her chin is sweet... a small dimple resides there..She has a lovely mouth, full lips, with perfect teeth.
...... Jenny is 28 years of age and hot, even if I say so myself, and I do. All of Jennifer-s sex appeal is attributable to her German ethnicity..., or her mother... Jen-s mother has a similar build, so does her Aunt Doreen come to think of it... Jennifer, my Gothic Goddess...



THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL HOTEL ROOM, but I wonder were this is going:
...It is pushing 2:30am and we are all getting tired. Maurice walks over to Jen and whispers in her ear. He looks over at me and motions me to come over. Just as I was getting to Jen, Bernie comes thru the door with four shooters;
--- Let-s drink to love; she says. [ Maurice casts a quick glance at Bernie.]

..... A chorus of; -- to love -- , we all fire back our shooters and return our glasses to Bernie. Bernie exits the room. I turn...I hug Jenny, it feels terrific and yet it feels odd... I do not know why.

..... Jenny glances over at Maurice; her look is sullen. Maurice walks over to Jenny:
--- Stand here....[ He pauses.]

... Maurice looks to Jenny...Jenny says nothing. Maurice motions me to move to hug her.
--- Come on Clint, I mean just look at her for Christ-s sake ... fuck man... There are a hundred guys out there who would love to have her... Sorry Jen..., I mean a million... [ Jenny smiles, but a strained smile...]
[ Bernie re-enters the room. She looks toward Maurice.]

...I hug my wife...she smells fantastic...my love for her is still strong, that is undeniable, but I have-no interest in sex with her... there are NO feelings... not a creature is stirring...
...I am very disappointed. I wonder to myself if I have developed a fixation with bums leaving me impotent.

... I was stunned at my lack of feelings for Jenny... and maybe a little scared.

...Maurice moved behind Jenny...his hands moved thru Jenny-s hair...combing it with his fingers... He has a deft touch that man, no doubt about it... I note, again...

...Jenny does not push Maurice away; this surprises me. I stand watching Maurice gently touching her hair. He runs his fingers along her neck and he stops; down her shoulders and back up to her neck.

...Jenny stands still while Maurice feels her neck, shoulders and upper arms. I cannot believe she is letting someone touch her. Maurice presses his face to Jenny-s head...inhaling her fragrance. She does nothing. Jenny is letting Maurice sniff her hair.

...I see Maurice move his hands down Jenny-s back...the zipper is moving....
............. JENNY IS LETTING MAURICE UNZIP HER DRESS.

...Maurice-s hands are moving about Jenny-s back...I watch. I cannot tell what is happening...Jenny is facing me...I am mesmerized by what I see.

...This is fucking wild...I cannot believe I am getting off on this..., again...

... Maurice-s hands move... her bra comes into view and is tossed to the floor.

...I am puzzled, but only for a second. Know I see why Maurice had Jenny wear a strapless bra. My conservative wife is braless in public. Without saying a thing, or moving to defend her, I watch Maurice cup Jenny’s breasts.

--- Uuuuuh... Jenny-s breath catches...

...I watch...I watch...I watch...my Jenny lies back against Maurice. Her pretty mouth opens... twisted with an expression of lust. Her pretty breasts are in Maurice-s hands... He is squeezing her, kneading her...I watch.

.....I watch...with an immense hard on...

...I paid Maurice to help me seduce my wife... I am getting more than I bargained for..., rapt at this violation of her...her breasts in the hands of another...Maurice. I watch hands moving under her dress...

..... Maurice tilts his head and nibbles on Jenny-s neck..., he samples her ear..., sniffs her fragrance. All the while Maurice is taste-ing Jenny... his hands work her breasts... Jenny-s mouth betrays her...she breathes in sort gasps.
...Maurice leaves one breast lonely...his right hand takes a straight line to Jenny-s pussy...pushing downward under her dress...his fingers round her mound and cup Jenny.
-----AAAAH!

...I cannot tell if he is inside her panties or not...I hope he is inside those sexy panties... I hope he is fingering her..

... I CANNOT BREATH !

...Jenny-s body jumps..., her back arches..., her mouth opens wider... a moan from within continues as her legs stiffen... Jenny-s legs pinch together... her legs bend to counter the lust... clamping down on Maurice-s hand... squeezing her thighs together tightly...
...Maurice holds Jenny as her feet lift from the carpet, as her legs curl into a semi-fetal position. She aches from the passion.

--- Aaah... Aaah!

...Maurice is holding my Jenny...holding her...carry-ing her to the foot of the bed, only steps away... Holding her in as caring a manner as any man could possibly hold a woman.

...Maurice is in love with my Jenny. I can tell.

...My beautiful Jenny..., deprived of sex for so long... treated to some of the best times of her life by Maurice... stimulated..., protected..., and now held by a man she has grown too trust.

...I want Maurice to fuck my Jenny...right now...in front of me..

--- FUCK HER --- Fuck her ! ...I mouth these words...

--- S L A P !
...My thoughts are interrupted as Bernie gives me a light slap on the face as she moves by me. She has something in her hands. Maurice gently pushes Jenny-s head back, he strokes her throat gently, his strong black hand holding her neck; while his right hand is on her tummy; splayed... [His hands are outside her dress now.]

---- Jenny, put your feet down please.
[Jenny lets her feet drop to the carpet... her legs still bent somewhat at the knees.]

...Maurice keeps her bum tight to his cock... Jenny-s mouth is open, filling the room with the sounds of a woman at full throttle. [Jenny-s eyes are closed.]
...Her bum is pushing back into Maurice-s cock... her ass is grinding against Maurice...

...Bernie comes close to Maurice and Jenny; she puts a droplet on her finger and without hesitation places the droplet into Jenny-s mouth by touching her tongue.
...I watch closely as Bernie-s finger stays in Jenny-s mouth, she swallows several seconds later. Jenny sucks Bernie-s finger, my wife is getting hotter and hotter. I have never seen her like this...she glows...

... I have pre-cum leaking into my pants, this is so fucking wild, watching my wife actually suck a woman-s finger. My God, I am in heaven, sexually speaking.

... Maurice and Bernie lay Jenny on the bed. Jenny-s legs are off the foot of the bed. Her ass sticking up slightly...

...Maurice motions for me to follow him so I do. We go into the second bedroom... shutting the door.
--- She needs time for the drug to take affect Clint.

--- DRUG? I state in a questioning tone.

... Maurice and I sit and have a drink, rum and coke for me, wine for Maurice. I adjust my cock..And sit.

...Maurice tells me how this will play out. It will take about one half hour for Bernie to get Jenny ready and for the drug to have its full effect. I am so excited; I have waited for years to have Jenny anally.


KNOCK! KNOCK! ...

--- Hello! I say, my mind ripped from Room #1205...

--- Come join us for a coffee Clint? ... I here Doreen say.

--- Give me a minute... I need to put on some pants. [The knot in my stomach tightens...]
7 comments

anonymous readerReport

2012-07-30 03:40:46
it was a pretty good story although I havbe tgo say this husband is really one stupid fuck..... did he really think this Maurice wouldn't fuck his wife under the prentense of getting her to let her husband fuck her in the ass.............. man what an asshole this husband really is

anonymous readerReport

2012-03-05 16:16:46
Those who gave bad reviews. If it was so bad why did you continue to read it. Why didn't you stop reading and read something else. Maybe you all kind of liked it.

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-26 00:28:32
10/10
Best story ever. Notice the subtleties of a nation coming together, and testing the true sanctity of a holy marriage. Should be published!

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-26 00:27:41
10/10
Best story ever. Notice the subtleties of a nation coming together, and testing the true sanctity of a holy marriage. Should be published!

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-22 04:19:06
plain and shitty, this story is bullshit............ paying a nigger to help you fuck your wife in the ass and all the time he is fucking her in front of you.......... you fumb bartard........ you're one sad sick asshole

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