Marla Makes My Wife

I'm kneeling on the edge of the bed, my stocking-clad wife moaning in ecstasy as my shaft moves in and out of her cum-filled pussy. I watch her breasts jiggle in time with our sex. But what's really driving me mad is the feel of a hard shaft of flesh moving in and out of my ass, complimenting my movement in and out of my wife. I can also feel full breasts pressed against my back, see the hands wrapped around my waist stroking my wife's legs and thighs, and can hear the hard breathing and moaning of Marla, our Shemale companion.

"I don't know which is better, fucking Lee's marvelous cunt or doing you in your virgin ass," she breaths into my ear.

When Lee has another of her many orgasms, I feel the eruption of my cock into her and let out a moan when the shaft in my ass erupts and fills me with a hot lode of cum.

Later, as we lie nestled together, I think back on what had brought this totally unimagined tryst to come about. Lee, my wife of six years, had been, until this moment, the most puritanical female I'd ever known. Whatever the cause, I don't give a damn as screwing her and a transvestite at the same time is beyond my wildest dream.

*****

I heard the call from The Lounge and waited until the dispatcher called for the nearest cab to go pick it up. I turned out to be the closest.

When I got there, I found Marla, the bartender, waiting. She got into the cab and told me to take her home, knowing that I knew where to go because I'd taken her there many times before. I said hello and could tell by her manner that she was really pissed. It was confirmed when her cell went off and she answered it.

"I don't give a damn, you two-timing son of a b...h! I've played straight with you and I find out you've been doing a GIRL, a cocktail whore from The Star"

She didn't give him a chance to respond, slamming the phone shut and sitting there with fury clearly on her face.

I was torn between opening my mouth or letting her fume when she saved me the trouble.