Married Hole

Hey fellas, Sorry about the delays. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you it’s been a full on time lately.

This is a fantasy. Some of these behaviors are dangerous. Take care of yourself and those you love, but more importantly, enjoy!

My step falters as his eyes roam across me with a smirk appearing on his (admittedly handsome) bearded face.

I slow down slightly but my legs keep going until a few seconds later I look over my shoulder to see he’s still watching me.

I pause.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket I make it look like I’m reading messages, and out of the corner of my eye I check him out.

Taller than me. Broad shouldered and dark skinned with a tight beard that’s more silver than black. He fills out his tailored grey suit mouth-wateringly well and his smirk grows into a grin as he watches me watching him.

I should walk away. I’m only a couple of blocks away from home. Todd won’t be home for a few hours since he’s working evenings at the moment but I can get out of my work clothes, chill, start getting dinner ready.

Maybe (probably) break out the toys and work some of this frustration out of my system.

He nods his head at me and turns. A few steps behind him was a pathway leading from the busy street to the park that straddles a couple of inner-city suburbs. A park with something of a reputation, where men have gone for decade to blow off some steam discreetly.

Fuck.

I follow him to the side-entrance with my heart beating wildly in my chest as the tree-covered pathway envelops me.

It’s been a crazy week at work. It’s almost the end of the month so we’re being chased about targets that I don’t know if anybody’s going to hit, at least not without a miracle. I was already feeling all tangled up and ready to explode. I need to blow off some steam…

As this man I haven’t even spoken to leads me deeper into the park and the sound of the city drops away my prick begins to stir.

He doesn’t even look back at me as he turns off onto another path and I wonder if I was imagining things for a moment. Maybe his look didn’t mean anything and I’m just being creepy, following a stranger who happened to smile near me.

I hesitate at the bottom of stairs which lead higher up into the trees but I know I’m not doing anything other than following him deeper.

The path at the top leads to the right and he’s standing just to the left, leaning against a tree before a small gap, waiting for me.

He nods again and my feet carry me forwards.

A broad smile breaks out on his face as I come within touching distance and before I know it he’s moving forward to capture my lips with his own.

I’ve been so fucking good for months. I’ve been loyal to my husband, ignoring my younger workmate Ben as he became increasingly desperate and frustratingly obvious, cornering me at lunch to beg me to go with him to the cruise club or even just the toilet stall to take his load.

I have to admit…I thought about it. A few times, but no. I couldn’t do that.

It’s been so fucking long.

Now his tongue is pushing into my mouth making my knees tremble, his hand moving down to my ass and his crotch grinding into me as I grab onto his arms for support.

I’m short of breath when we break away and my cock aches, trapped in my briefs.

He turns and leads me beyond the gap in the trees. The ground has been worn away by years of men like us hunting for a brief exploration of other men like us.

We get far enough away that nobody is going to see us from the path and he turns around, his hands sliding his fly down to fish out a fat tube of hardening flesh.

He has at least 8 cut inches hanging heavy in his grip and I drop to my knees to take hold of it with reverence. As I bring my face closer, squeezing the length of him and seeing a bead of clear fluid growing at the tip of his dark purple head as it swells to full size, he reaches down and slides his thick fingers through my ginger curls.

He guides me forward and I let my lips fall apart. Soon he’s filling my mouth, his taste exploding across my tongue.

I can’t help but groan and it’s interrupted as he nudge against my throat. I start to gag.

Pulling back until only the head of his cock is between my lips, I sweep my tongue around to get more of his taste in me, looking up to see him watching me with an intensity that makes me instantly throb.

I plunge forward once more and force more of him to pop into my throat and I don’t stop until my nose is buried in his pubes. I swallow, massaging his length with my throat, then pull back and breathe in deep.

He smells so fucking good.

Birds sing above us as I get to work. Back and forth, in and out, his wet cock disappearing into my mouth and a slurping sound meeting his moans. I don’t know how long I’m like that, mindlessly sucking him, ignoring the slight ache in my throat.

I haven’t tasted cock in months and I’m fucking starving.

“He’s fucking good,” the man says, his rough English accent shocking me. “You should try him out.”

Just like that he steps back and his cock abandons my mouth loudly, my own spit running down my chin. It’s beautiful. Thick and bobbing with his heartbeat, the dark skin shiny with spit, veins pulsing across the length of him.

My breathing starts to even out and whoever he was speaking to steps in and takes his place, his cock already hard and waiting for me.

I glance up. This guy’s not bad looking but not great looking. A bit younger than me, he’s stocky with a patchy beard growing in and a t-shirt dark with sweat. My eyes lock back onto his cock.

It’s about 7 inches and uncut, shaped like an arrow with a pointy red head peeking out from the foreskin and it rapidly thickens towards the base. I lunge forward, his taste is sweeter and sharper than the other man and he’s leaking like a faucet. I groan as my nose hits his pubes.

“Oh my god,” he breathes as I work his cock. “You were right. This slut’s hungry!”

“I wonder what else he likes,” the English daddy says behind me. “If he wants to get filled up.”

I don’t say anything as these men speak about me like I’m an object. I just suck the younger guy’s dick as he takes hold of my head and thrusts forward, fucking my face.

The older guy reaches around me, undoing the buttons of my shirt. I don’t fight him as he peels it off me and throws it off to the side. His hands fumble at my belt for a moment before it opens for him then he slides my pants and underwear down in one fluid motion, my cock bouncing free into the open air.

The younger guy keeps pounding at my face, relentlessly using my throat. I try to keep my mouth relaxed for him to use as I sweep my tongue across his cock, rewarded with the flowing taste of precum.

The man behind me spits into his hand. His cock nudges against my asshole and I tense up, bracing myself before I breathe out through my nose and try to relax.

I should stop them. I can still pull my clothes on, say it went further than I expected, that it’s a mistake and I need to go.

I need to stop them.

I moan around the younger guy’s dick as the English guy begins to into me. He growls behind me as the first few inches sink into me, this stranger’s cock opening me up.

The younger guy pulls out and steps back, his chest heaving as he looks down at me, his face a mix of lust and contempt as the older one fucking me pumps his cock back and forth, inch by inch, pushing until he’s all the way inside of me.

Finally.

“Fuck,” the young guy pants with his cock bouncing and twitching, wet and angry-looking and just out of reach. “I’m so close.”

The man fucking me picks up his pace, his balls slapping against me, the sound filling the trees around us.

“Give-” I whine, my voice shaking as the stranger fucks me. “Give it to me. Give me your cum.” Looking up at him I stick my tongue out, waiting for him to paint it. “Please.”

The younger guy takes hold of his cock and looks down at me. His hand glides easily across his skin, still lubed with my spit, and he jerks himself off hard and fast while I’m fucked in the dirt by a stranger off the street.

“Here it comes, slut.” He moves forward again and I close my eyes in anticipation. “Fucking look at-ngh,” It splashes against my skin, cum landing on my cheek and forehead, on my eyelid, on my tongue. He tastes sharp. Harsh. “Look at you there. Filthy.”

It takes forever for him to finish and I gulp down every drop that hits my mouth. The man fucking me becomes frenzied, harder, thrusting wildly.

He’s getting close.

As the English daddy’s fingers dig into my hips, his cock pounding into me, the young guy scoops up the cums from my eye and feeds it to me, collecting it from my face.

I hold my mouth open expectantly, and as the man fucking me begins to pant, his breath ragged, short burst of moans escaping him as his thrusts become erratic, the young guy finally feeds me the rest of his cum.

He makes me lick his fingers clean as the man fucking me roars, burying himself as deep as he can, and his cock throbs inside of me as he floods my guts with his load.

I look up at the younger guy. He’s watching us, his eyes fixed on the older guy as he comes down from his high then begins to withdraw from me.

It’s like he snaps out of a spell when he sees the other man zipping himself up, then he does the same and they both disappear.

I’m left there on all fours in the dirt, my hole twitching as it leaks cum from a stranger who’s vanished beyond the trees.

My senses catch up to me and my skin begins to cool.

I clamber up on unsteady feet and pull my clothes on to head home.

I shouldn’t have done that. I should have left.

An hour later and I’m sitting on my bed naked, smelling like soap and staring at my phone, three words sitting there, written but not sent, taunting me.

I need it.

I hit send.

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A couple of days later and I’m standing there with uneven breathing, looking down the quiet street, knowing it’s irrational to think that the couple walking their dog know why I’m here.

My palms are sweaty. My shirt clings to me.

He’s taking forever.

The door opens and the smell of weed hits me. Grant looks at me with red-tinged eyes and a self-satisfied grin plastered across his face. He’s wearing a sleeveless red shirt with a small sports logo over his heart that clings to his wiry frame, his well-toned arms catching my eye before I can’t help but look down to see a heavy-looking bulge in his soft grey shorts.

He’s going commando and my mouth waters at the sight of it swinging as he moves.

“Jakey,” he says with a voice as smooth as butter, stretching the last syllable out. “Glad you messaged.” He steps to the side and I step inside, the smell of pot growing stronger and the smell of sweat mixing in with it. My heart accelerates as he reaches across me to close the door. My cock begins to stiffen as his warm breath moves across me.

I hear laughter and music down the hallway and I’m curious if it’s somebody I know. I hope it’s not Ben.

About a month ago I told him Ben needed to back the fuck off, that I’d made a promise to myself not to cheat again. That I’d gone too far already, even fucking with a condom was breaking my vows and everything I’d done since then was unacceptable to me.

Grant surprised me. With a hug he said it’s okay, he understood where I was coming from and he respected my choices. He said he’d talk to Ben, he’d noticed he was going too far at work and it was only a matter of time before somebody else noticed and snitched to his wife.

But he also told me that when I change my mind I just need tell him and he’ll make sure I get what I need.

I didn’t ask for details but I’d hoped…really, truly, deep down hoped that he was finally going to give me that dick of his. I guess not if he’s got friends here.

“Get those clothes off.” Grant leans against the wall, arms crossed, and I scramble to obey.

My t-shirt is thrown off and I slide my gym shorts down, then I hook my thumbs into my underwear and pause for his reaction. My workmate snickers to himself.

“Stop there.” He eyes me up and down as I stand up straight for him. “That’s hot, man.”

My inflating prick is already beginning to stretch the sheer blue fabric of my thong’s pouch. It’s purely ornamental, the fabric is so thing you can see every ridge and vein. When it’s wet it’s basically transparent.

He turns to walk and I follow, leaving my clothes abandoned next to the front door.

The sound of voices grows and I become a bit concerned. It sounds like there are definitely a few guys there, and they sound excitable.

Six. There’s six men in the living room or seven including Grant. They’re crammed onto the sofa and on chairs, one on a bean bag next to the coffee table, most of them turning to look as I walk in and freeze in place.

A couple of the guys are glued to the TV with controllers in hand, super-smashing against one another. The rest don’t seem that fazed by my appearance…they must be used to it.

Grant squeezes in between a couple of the guys on the couch so there are four full-sized men in a three-seater and he points at the ground between his legs.

“Take a seat. You can suck the winner.” I shuffle forward trying not to interrupt the line of sight for the players and drop to my knees and face the screen. I almost jump when Grant pats my head, stroking my hair and making my cock reach its full size in the flimsy fabric.

“Smoke?” He asks with a heavy breath, the smell of weed wafting across me from behind, and I shake my head no.

“Doesn’t agree with me,” I mumble. “Sorry.” He ruffles my hair in response.

“It’s cool, man. Beer?” I nod in response and he barks at somebody named Mitch to grab one.

I happily accept it and knock back a mouthful, then another, and on screen one of the players gets knocked off the edge of the screen one too many times.

“Yes!” The guy next to Grant shouts out, jumping in his seat as I turn to look at him. He looks down at me and grins broadly, already opening his fly as he throws the controller at the guy next to him. “Come on then.”

I look back to Grant and he nods so I turn and crawl the short distance to the winner.

His cock rises out of his fly and my mouth starts to water.

“Hungry?” He shakes his hard rod in the air and I just nod emphatically. Looks like he’s about seven thick inches, cut and already leaking. “Go on then.”

A growling moan escapes my throat as I lunge forward and envelop as much of him as I can take, almost reaching his zip on my first thrust down, pulling up just a notch then pushing back until I feel the cold jagged metal of his fly against my lips.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he breathes out and let’s his head fall back as his body relaxes into the sofa. “Fuck yeah, bro. You were hungry.” Soon my slurping competes with the sound of digital fighters as the chatter dies away and I pump my lips up and down his meat rapidly, lapping at the taste of him with my tongue, slobbering on his cock, wet patches starting to appear in the denim either side of his fly.

Grant’s hand lands on the top of my head. I glance up at him from the corner of my eye to see him leering down at me, guiding my head up and down on his friend, faster and faster as his moans build.

I push my tongue against the underside of his cock and try to keep my lips tight, otherwise now I’m just a hole that Grant is using to get his friend off, and I’m stretching the fabric of my thong. I’m sure there’s a wet patch there.

“Ohhhhh,” he groans, “I’m getting…”

I yelp as Grant yanks me back, fingers full of my hair, a loud pop as the cock is torn from my lips. Slobber runs down my chin and lands on my chest and the floor as I heavily pant.

“No cum for him yet.” Grant’s face is serious. Intense. His friend looks lost and vague for a moment, then annoyed, before he rolls his eyes and settles back, his wet cock pulsing in the open air.

He was so close. I almost had him.

“We have a new winner.” One of the men stands up from the chair to the side, proudly shoving his pants and underwear down his thighs in one swift excited motion, his cock bouncing up to slap against his stomach.

He grins, taking hold of a beautifully shaped 6.5” piece of meat to shake it as he waits for me.

I clamber over to him on all fours, over the outstretched legs of the men on the couch, and settle back on my haunches to look up at him. This one’s probably in his 30s, an average sort of guy all around, but right now his cock is in my face and he’s the hottest thing ever.

His grin grows wicked and he closes the distance between us to slap his cock against the side of my face with a wet sound as he leaves precum on me.

“Mitch, get me off.” Grant orders the guy who grabbed a beer that I promptly forgot once I got a sniff of cock, and I’d turn around to see him worship that monster if it weren’t for the latest winner grabbing me by the head and shoving his cock into my mouth.

He wastes no time in fucking my face, thrusting hard and fast as I scramble to catch up and keep my teeth away but my lips tight.

“No cumming in his mouth yet,” Grant growls from behind me before he moans at whatever Mitch is doing to him. “First loads go into his guts. We’re gonna get that married hole nice and sloppy before he’s allowed to taste any.”

I feel a wave of shame as he talks about me like that. A slutty piece of meat for their use. But that shame is quickly overwhelmed by the building hunger, I want to taste them but I want to feel them unloading in my ass even more.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” The man fucking my face doesn’t let up…if anything, his hip thrusts become harder. More insistent. “Still gonna enjoy this mouth first.”

I hear muttering from Grant behind me and a response from Mitch, who sounds like his mouth is full. I want to watch, instead I gag as the new winner shoves himself against my throat again and again, his fingers digging in as he holds the side of my head.

He yelps and steps back. I fall forward onto my hands, losing my balance, as my spit drips off his throbbing cock close enough to swallow again.

“Too close,” he huffs in front of me. “Who’s next?”

A hand cups my ass, sliding across the cheek, and then a finger presses against the slim piece of fabric separating the room full of increasingly horny men as my hole.

I feel like I’m on fire as this new man digs his finger into my flesh through the thong.

“Somebody else get that throat busy,” the man growls behind me. “I need to play with this.”

“No fucking!” Grant yells and I turn to look at him. My eyes widen at the sight of his 9 fat inches of uncut cock being thrust in and out of Mitch’s willing mouth. He’s using him as he watches another man step in front of me to present his cock, and it looks like it could almost give Grant a run for his money.

“I know, man. This ain’t my first time at the rodeo.” Whoever’s behind me kneels down and grasps my firm cheeks, kneading the flesh, pulling them apart. I feel his hot breath on me as the leaking cock in front of me slides between my lips. “But I need a taste.”

Now on all fours, the man in front of me sinks his cock into my throat quick and hard, and I convulse and sputter around the intruder, fighting to keep calm and try not to struggle for breath.

The man behind me pulls the thong’s flimsy strap aside and his mouth crashes against my ass like a wave upon the shore, wet tongue probing into me as his lips mash against the tender skin around my entrance, fingers holding my cheeks apart as he pushes to get his tongue ever-deeper into my hole.

The man in front of me withdraws his cock and I pant for breath, finally starting to control my breathing as he advances again and his cock is pushing into my throat.

The man behind me hungrily licks and nibbles and passionately kisses my hole, and as much as I want him to keep going for hours I want him to open me up further, to finger me and fuck me make me gape.

My nose is buried in the bushy pubes of the man in front of me when another man steps up and he pulls back until the head is pressed against my lips.

The other man’s cock head joins his, both rubbing against each other, smearing precum onto my lips and I lap at them.

I suck the newcomer, squeezing him with my mouth, throbbing at the new taste before I move back to the first cock. He’s definitely bigger and now I can savor the way he stretches my lips as I alternate between the two.

My brain becomes empty as I focus on the pleasure. The pleasure of the man growling and moaning as he laps at my asshole, the pleasure of the two men now making out as I try fitting both of their cocks into my mouth only to give up and take turns sucking them again.

And then the sound of pleasure erupts behind me.

I pull off the two men to swivel my head around just in time to see Mitch has been stroking Grant, who’s now exploding into Mitch’s cupped hand, grunting and yelling as his body shakes and twitches.

It feels like forever as his load flows into Mitch’s hand, spilling out the side to run down his arm before he brings his other hand up to collect the last few spurts.

The man behind me chuckles and pulls away from me. I can’t help but whimper.

As Mitch stands and moves over to take his place my heart begins to accelerate.

As I feel a finger against my now-wet hole I drop my face to the floor, pushing my ass up further and Mitch’s finger sinks into me easily.

I gasp as his finger slips out but then returns, Grant’s hot load now coating it, and he begins pumping his finger in and out before adding another one.

My cock bounces and I glance back at it. A string of precum drips to the floor through the soaked blue fabric which stretches obscenely around me.

Mitch’s fingers leave me again as he adds more of Grant’s cum to them before he plunges them straight into me, roughly postponing them now, making my body tremble at the thought of finally getting my workmate’s cum into me but not getting to feel his cock.

Mitch’s fingers are in me up to the knuckle and he grinds them, stretching me just a bit more before he eases them halfway out and I feel another slick finger fighting my ring to join them.

I groan as they’re buried all the way in again.

“Push out.” Mitch’s fingers slide back out until it’s just the tips pushing at the bottom of my hole, and I obey.

I almost jump when I feel it. Mitch is pouring what’s left of Grant’s load on my hole, using his fingers to try and keep me open enough that it’s dripping into me, and I moan as the room spins around me.

Grant steps in front of me now and I rise up onto all fours again, his cock dangling in front of my face, the smell of his cum and his sweat overpowering me. A strand of cum hangs from the tip and I wish he’d let me clean his cock to taste him.

“Henry. You’re first.” Somebody mutters an obscenity and Mitch moves out of the way. Henry grab hold of my hips and plunges his cock forward before I’ve even had a chance to see which one he is.

He’s the guy who lost the game when I first arrived. He’s pretty hot with solid shoulders and a thick beard. He’s lost his shirt showing a strong belly covered in fur which sits on the back of my ass as he bottoms out in my cum-lubed hole, holding himself there for a minute as I get used to the feeling of cock again.

Mitch drops to his knees in front of me and does what I wish I could, swooping forward to capture the last of Grant’s cum and suck on the head.

Then he turns his head toward me, cupping my chin and bringing his lips to mine, tenderly slipping his tongue between them as the man fucking me starts to pick up his pace.

Mitch grins when he pulls away and brings his hand up to my face, still wet with the last of Grant’s cum.

My eyes pivot from his hand, up to Grant, then to Mitch’s grinning face.

I look back at Mitch’s hand, ready to move forward and finally taste Grant, but then Mitch brings it to his own face and laps at it, rubbing his hand against his tongue and his face which is shiny and wet when he’s done.

He holds his tongue out, white with my workmate’s cum, and as my body shakes from the cock pounding into me, he moves in and kisses me.

My tongue hungrily plunges into Mitch’s mouth, sucking, finally tasting him, and I moan uncontrollably as my hole throbs around my fucker.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Henry purrs, “it’s happening. I’m going to…fuck! I’m gonna blow!”

The kiss breaks as I moan, the man behind me as deep as humanly possible as his cum joins Grant’s.

I feel cum dripping out of me as he pulls out of me.

It’s not long before somebody takes his place and he steps around to present me with his wet cock, now beginning to soften, and I wrap my lips around it to clean him.

The next man peels my thong down. My leaking, forgotten cock bounces free, and he wastes no time in plunging himself into my ass then jackhammering into me. Another of the men takes advantage of my mouth and then I’m finally full of cock from both ends, bouncing between them, my body vibrating with lust and excitement as they both work towards their loads.

The man fucking my face pulls away before it’s too late, but the jackhammer unloads into me then walks around to give me his cock, the wet taste even better than it was before, and somebody else moves in to fuck me.

I lose track of how many times I’m fucked in the following hours. There are only seven men but I get fucked more than seven times.

Not by Grant though…he doesn’t touch me again after holding my head when I sucked the first winner.

He ends up fucking Mitch next to me though, and he looks like he’s in paradise, moaning as his eyes roll back into his skull. We kiss while Henry fucks me, sharing the experience, hands roaming across each other as we’re both used.

I notice he’s wearing a wedding ring too.

Some of the guys have started to leave when I’m straddling somebody whose name I know I was told but can’t remember. It doesn’t matter.

Cum is dripping down his balls from my ass as I slam myself onto his cock, my own still tender from having the cum fucked out of me twice, and then Grant steps up with his cock in hand.

It’s fucking beautiful.

Fat, hard, uncut and throbbing, he plants one leg on the couch next to us and picks up his pace, grunting as the sound of his foreskin against his dripping dick reaches my ears.

I think the man beneath me is moaning too, but nothing else matters as Grant takes aim and explodes.

His cum lands on my chest, splattering onto my stomach and the man underneath me.

I’m surprised he still had some left.

I look back down at the man I’m riding. His face is contorted, his hands resting on my hips, and there on his cheek is a glob of cum, still fresh and warm from Grant.

I lean forward and lap it up. It’s not enough.

Grant watches me as I scoop the cum off my chest, off my stomach, from my pubes, and I hungrily swallow every fucking drop of him.

Grant watches me as the fire builds within me.

He watches me as I burst, cum spilling from my untouched cock, shouts escaping my throat as I ride the forgotten man who’s groaning with his own orgasm into me.

Grant watches as I pull my clothes onto my sweaty cum-slick body and walk out into the cool night air.

I still have about 45 minutes before Todd finishes work and heads home. That’s plenty of time to shower and tell him I’m too tired to cook.

Hope this wasn’t too rough, I wanted to get it done and out after rewriting it a few times.

I’d guess there’s maybe 2-3 more chapters for this story if you guys want it, otherwise I could leave it there? “Married guy realizes there’s no fighting his need for cum and nameless cock” is kinda hot, otherwise there’s a couple of ideas I have for these guys.