The Prize - Sex Stories

The Prize

... herself yet. Tim? Jerry? Please carry her to my car and put her in the the front passenger seat.” “Do you want us to put a blanket around her?” Jerry asked. “No, she'll be naked for awhile.” She turned to Duncan. “Honey, what time do you want her back?” “I was thinking about eight in the morning, but whenever is convenient for you.” “Okay. Maybe by ten. I like to relax a little on Saturday mornings. I'll read my paper and have my coffee while your wife licks my pussy. How does that sound?” Duncan was immediately aroused. “Uh... sounds good!” he said as his mind imagined this beautiful woman fucking his wife. She smiled and leaned in. “Listen, I've got a web cam and you can watch. Okay?” She scribbled the address down on his hand. Duncan could say nothing. “I'll drop her off at ten in the morning. At the curb. Just the way I'm taking her. Goodnight Duncan.” And she left. Duncan thoughts turned to his bound, naked wife hopping down the sidewalk at ten in the morning. A perfect end to her punishment. An hour later Duncan was busily jerking himself off as he stared at the computer screen. His frail little wife was being fucked every way possible by this beautiful woman. After three hours and six orgasms Duncan thought his dick would fall off. He was very sore but keep watching as Rachel put a strap-on in Cheryl's ass. He came again. At five hours he was spent. But Rachel kept ravishing Cheryl's body. “How can women keep fucking for so long?” he wondered. His cell phone chirped a new text message. It was from Alison. “I've been bad and need to be punished.” Duncan's cock grew hard again.