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SalamiAnyone
Title: Salami Anyone? Author: Charley Ace Email: CharleyAce@hotmail.com
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(MF, MF, Adultery)
My name is Irene and I had a problem a while back. I was 36 years old,
happily married, and considered by many to be a very attractive woman. My
husband, Brian, was practically the ideal husband and lover. He was my
best friend, my soul mate and my only lover. We had a great marriage with
two wonderful children.
Our sex life was excellent, as Brian was a wonderful lover, considerate,
imaginative, and energetic. He made sure that I had at least one orgasm
almost every time that we made love. I had everything a woman could want.
I was the happiest, most content in the world.
So what was the problem? The problem was that Brian's cock is only 6
inches long, and not very thick. Why was that a problem? It was a problem
because I had developed a very strong, uncontrollable desire to suck and
fuck a large cock. It didn't matter to whom that cock was attached, it
just had to be big and thick, like a hunk of salami.
It was about two years ago that I first became interested, then obsessed
with big cocks. Brian was always trying new things to keep our sex life
exciting and interesting, and he was great at it. It was this trait of his
that got me into trouble; he bought a porn video.
I must have led a sheltered life, because I had never seen a porn
or until Brian bought that first one. Brian's intent was for us to
watch it, get turned on and try to duplicate the action on the screen. It
was to be another variation in our sex life. The turned us both on
and we did, indeed duplicate, or try to duplicate, the action.
How was that a problem? It was a problem because I got my first look at
big cocks. If you've ever seen a porn or video, you know what I
mean. I was in awe. I salivated when I watched them fucking the
big-chested bimbos on the screen. I didn't even pay attention to the guy
attached to the cock. All I saw was the big, fucking cocks filling those
women's pussies, mouths and ass holes. I began to wonder what it would be
like to feel a like one of those in my and in my mouth.
'Too big for my ass hole, though' I thought. That started me on the
road to self-destruction. I can blame Brian for everything that happened,
can't I?
For the first time in our marriage, I kept my feelings to myself. I had
confided all else to Brian over the years, but not this. I didn't want to
hurt him; after all, it wasn't his fault that he only had 6 inches.
I tried fantasizing that Brian's cock was monstrous in size while he
fucked me, but it didn't work. He didn't fill me like I had imagined a big
cock would.
Even though I loved Brian dearly, over the next several months I became
more and more obsessed with monster cocks. When Brian wasn't home, I spent
most of my time on the Internet, searching the porn sites looking for those
monster cocks. I spent most of my day fantasizing about being fucked with
one of those salamis.
It wasn't long before I decided that I had to take this obsession one
step further. I placed a personal ad on one of the sites, advertising for
a guy with a big dick to service me.
I was overwhelmed with responses, it took me weeks to sort through all
of them and narrow the list down to ten. I began correspondence with the
ten guys. All the while I was doing this, I kept asking myself 'Why? How
could I be so selfish and jeopardize everything I that have with Brian?' I
was sure that I would never go through with it, but I continued anyway.
After the first email, we exchanged pictures. After reviewing the
pictures, I narrowed the list to two and began corresponding in earnest.
Both were younger than me and offered to send pictures of their cocks
if I would send them a nude of myself. Since we had a digital
camera, I managed to take a few nude shots of myself and sent them on. It
was a fair exchange, and for big, hard cocks.
They did respond with pictures of their erect cocks. They were both
huge, and about the same length, but one was a little fatter than the
other. I eliminated the thinner one and concentrated on the guy with the
biggest, thickest cock. His name was Dan and he lived about 50 miles away.
I continued to question myself during this time. 'Why was I doing
this?' I didn't want to upset the apple cart. My marriage was great and I
loved my husband more than I could say. I kept thinking about Brian and
how I could him deeply, but the obsession was controlling me, I wasn't
thinking rationally. I guess deep down I convinced myself that I could do
this without Brian ever finding out. That way, I could satisfy my
obsession without jeopardizing my marriage and hurting Brian.
Dan was only 27 and unmarried. He seemed very anxious to meet me to
consummate our mutual lust. After much soul searching, I finally agreed to
meet him. 'I did go this far, what would one more step hurt?' I made it
clear that this first meeting was to be merely social. Nothing sexual was
to take place, Dan agreed.
Dan took off work early one day and we met at a restaurant far enough
away where I was unlikely to be recognized. Even though it was only a
social meeting, people would have talked if I had been seen with another
man.
I arrived a little late, and Dan was already there. I recognized him
immediately and joined him in a corner booth. I was extremely nervous.
For the first half-hour we talked about everything except what brought us
together in the first place. Even so, I couldn't get the of his
cock out of my mind. I was getting wetter by the minute, sitting across
from and talking to the attached to the monster cock.
Dan seemed like a normal, decent guy at first. As soon as the
conversation turned to the reason why we were there, his attitude changed.
He became obnoxious and overbearing. He played the game, like he had
something I wanted and he was going to make me beg him to get it. That
attitude turned me off. As much as I wanted a taste of that cock, I made
up my mind that I really didn't want to get involved with a jerk like him.
I told him what I thought of him and left the restaurant, but he
followed me to my car. When I got to the car, I turned, faced him and told
him to please leave.
Instead of leaving, he pulled down his zipper and whipped out his
salami. I stared at it with my mouth wide open. It was only half-hard and
huge, the first real, live monster cock that I had ever seen. I began to
get aroused again, big time. He saw me staring at it and sensed that I was
weakening. He ordered me down on my knees to suck it. My knees weakened,
as did my resolve to resist. I wanted that monster, and I wanted it bad.
He knew it and ordered me to suck it, once again. This time he placed his
hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, I didn't offer much
resistance. Once on my knees I found myself looking directly at his
gorgeous piece of meat. My knees pained me, being on the asphalt, but
I didn't care. I salivated as I stared at it, knowing that I had lost my
resolve to fight it. I didn't need any more encouragement from Dan, as I
took the head into my mouth, right there in a broad daylight, in a public
parking lot, and I didn't care who was watching. The only thing that I
could think of was that cock. It didn't matter that it was attached to a
big prick, I needed that cock, and I needed it right then and there.
I began on it in earnest. I wanted to make that erupt
and spew its juices into my mouth. I wanted to taste its gooey in the
worst way. As I was away, I noticed out of the corner of my eye
that we were an audience, but I didn't care. I blocked them out of
my mind and kept slurping and away. It wasn't long before he came
with a series of mighty grunts. I felt the spurts hit the back of my
throat and swallowed every delicious drop. My was sopping wet by
this time.
He ordered me to suck him until he was hard again. I did as he ordered,
and it didn't take him long. As soon as he was hard, he lifted me up off
my knees, bent me over the fender of my car, lifted my dress up over my
head, ripped my off and drove that monster into my wet in one
mighty thrust. I screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It
like hell, but it felt soooo good. He stretched me to the max in that one
brutal lunge. It didn't bother him in the least that I was in pain. He
began to fuck me like the bitch in heat that I was. Soon the pain was
replaced by feelings of fullness that I had never before felt, I loved it.
I was finally getting my filled with the monster cock that I had been
dreaming and fantasizing about. It felt even better than I had imagined. I
began cumming and cumming, as I kept screaming for him to fuck me, and fuck
me hard. We fucked for what seemed like an hour, but was probably more
like 10 minutes, and he still hadn't cum. Finally, with one mighty thrust,
he unleashed his first of juice deep into my fuck canal. He
continued to grunt, as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life at
that moment as he was thrusting and spurting his juices into me.
As soon as he finished spurting, he pulled his limp dick out of me and
literally ran off. I had no clue as to why he ran off so suddenly. I was
so weak, I couldn't move. As I started to gather my strength and wits
about me, I turned and saw our audience. There were about 12 or 15 people
that had been watching in awe. A few of them even clapped their approval
of the show that we had put on. I was so embarrassed. Up to that point I
hadn't cared one bit about whom might be watching us fuck, but at that
moment, I was totally humiliated, I just wanted to get out of there. As I
reached into my purse for my car keys, a big hand grasped me by the wrist
and slapped on a pair of handcuffs.
It was a cop! Some son-of-a-bitch had called the cops! I suddenly
dawned on me why Dan had run off so suddenly. I was unceremoniously taken
to the police station and placed under arrest for public fornication and
lewdness, and a bunch of other related charges. I was beside myself with
humiliation. 'What would Brian think?' There was no way that I could keep
my infidelity from him now. I was so very distraught, frightened,
humiliated, ashamed and guilt ridden, that I began trembling
uncontrollably. I fully believed that my marriage, and possibly my life,
was over. I seriously thought about committing suicide, but luckily the
police removed everything that might be used for such a purpose. I wasn't
the only one who had ever had those thoughts. I don't know if I would have
gone through with it, but I did think about it.
After I was arraigned, they sent me off to the county jail. I was
forced to spend the night behind bars. They did allow me one phone call,
and I used it to call Brian. I was sobbing so profusely, that he had to
continually ask me to calm down and repeat myself. I finally got through
to him that I was in jail and that he would be able to get me out, by
posting bail, the next morning. I couldn't tell him why I was there, even
though he asked repeatedly.
Brian showed up bright and early the next morning. They took me out to
where he was waiting; I couldn't look him in the eye, as I hung my head in
shame. I knew that they had told him what the charges were, but he didn't
say a word. I couldn't even look at him to try and determine what his mood
was. 'What did he think of his slut wife? How long was it going to take
him to tell me that he wanted a divorce?' I thought to myself as I wept
softly. We proceeded to the car and he drove home, not a word was spoken
by either of us. Upon arriving home, I immediately ran into the bathroom,
locked the door and began sobbing uncontrollably.
Brian came to the door and said, "don't do anything stupid. I still
love you. We just need to talk when you're ready."
'The is a saint! How could he still love me? I just know that he's
going to want a divorce. How much do the children know? The children! I
hadn't even thought about them during this whole mess. How can I face
them, the rest of my family, my friends? What, oh what am I gong to do?'
These and other horribly humiliating thoughts were racing through my mind.
Brian returned several minutes later, again asking if I was still OK. I
grunted something and he left. He came and checked on me often, he was
afraid that I would do something even more stupid than what I had already
done. He was concerned about me. That was a good sign, I loved him so
much, and never more than at that moment, the lowest point of my life.
It must have been about an hour, or so, before I had composed myself
enough to open the door and face Brian. I went into the living room where
he was waiting for me. I noticed that the house seemed to be void of
children. "Where are the kids?"
"At your mother's for the night."
"My mother! How much does she know?"
"Nothing. The kids know nothing either. Sit down and relax." He was so
calm and composed, his demeanor made me feel a little more at ease with the
horrible situation that I had put us in.
I sat in a chair across from him. "A-are you going to divorce me?" I
asked him in a broken, trembling voice.
"No. Do you want me to?"
"No! No, of course not. I love you so much, and I'm so humiliated."
"I love you too. When you're ready, I want you to tell me all about
what happened and why."
"I-I don't know if I can. I'm so ashamed and humiliated."
"It'll do you good to talk about it."
"I don't think you want to hear about it."
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to hear all about it. Now go
on, spill it all out."
I paused, looked up at him and saw his warm, understanding eyes. After
telling him how stupid and humiliated I felt several more times, I began to
tell him the whole from the beginning.
When I finished, he maintained his warm loving look. After mulling it
over a few minutes he asked. "Are you going to do this again, fuck a
with a big cock, I mean?"
"NO! Absolutely not! If you can ever find it in your heart to forgive
me, I would never, ever do anything like that again. I won't lie and tell
you that it didn't feel good, because it did. I've never felt anything
like it, but I'll never, never do it again."
"Then how can you be so sure? You hadn't intended to do it the first
time. You were overcome with lust, and weren't able to think rationally.
What makes you think it won't happen again?"
"I didn't think about the consequences of my actions the first time.
I've suffered so much shame and humiliation that I could never do it again.
Yes, it felt good at the time, but look at me, I'm a complete wreck.
What's worse, I've you and jeopardized our marriage."
"I know that your intentions are good, but I'm not so sure that you
wouldn't weaken and try it again. I don't want a divorce now, but if you
continue to fuck other guys, I won't be able to handle it. I don't have it
in me to share my wife's body with any other men. We need to find a way to
test your resistance to temptation. Otherwise, I won't be able to get it
out of my mind. I won't be able to trust you again. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I would never betray your trust again. I've always loved you
deeply, but never more than now. The fact that you'll give me another
chance astonishes me. You must be a saint."
"I'm not a saint. There are several very good reasons why I'm giving
you another chance."
"Oh?"
"The kids for two, and my own happiness for another. You're a great
wife and mother, and I still love you very much."
"I'm so grateful. I'll do anything you ask, anything."
"Let me think about it overnight, I want to come up with a way to test
you. We'll need to see just how you'll respond to the temptation again."
He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was still sore and
stretched, but there was no way in hell that I was going to deny him. We
fucked and I came several times. Brian, however, didn't come. My
was so stretched that he didn't feel anything as he fucked me. When I saw
him tiring, I rolled him over and gave him the best blow-job that I was
capable of. He came into my mouth and I swallowed every delicious drop. I
repeatedly told him how much I loved him.
Early the next morning, I attacked Brian again, fucking him until he
came in my pussy.
Later that morning, Brian explained what he had in mind to test my
ability to resist the temptation. He explained that I needed to
contact Dan again and set up another meeting, this time at our house. I
was to tell him that my husband was out of town on business. I was also to
re-establish communication with the guy that I had rejected in favor of
Dan, his name was Alex.
Brian was concerned that Dan may not be a fair test because I was so
pissed at him for forcing me to do what I did. He was concerned that I may
not be tempted to repeat for that reason alone. That's why we needed Alex.
At the same time, I had been submissive to Dan and his demands, and Brian
wanted to see if I could resist that, as well.
To make a long short, I was able to arrange for Dan and Alex to
visit on consecutive days, Alex on Thursday and Dan on Friday. Brian said
that it might be a distraction for me if he stayed in the house, but he
also said that I might not be safe, especially with Dan. He bought a small
transmitter that was designed to look like a cameo necklace. It had a
small button on the back and all I had to do was push it if I felt that I
was in danger. He told me that he would be hiding behind the next door
neighbor's garage, only a few minutes away. If he heard the alarm, he
would come to my rescue. We tested it a few times and it worked very well.
As a further precaution, we set up a to record the
action, which I was to make sure took place in the living room.
The day that I was to meet Alex arrived, and I was extremely nervous. I
didn't think that I would be tempted, but even I really didn't know for
sure.
Alex arrived right on time, and I greeted him at the door. I invited
him into the house, and we sat in the living room, me on the couch and Alex
in a chair. Alex was an attractive and seemed nice enough. He
certainly didn't seem as arrogant as Dan. We talked for 10 or 20 minutes,
then he moved from his chair to the couch next to me. He placed his arm
around me and began to kiss me. I had to play along until he exposed his
cock. I had to know for sure that I could resist. I kissed him back and
his hands began to rove all over my body. I was getting aroused as he
began to massage my nipples.
It wasn't long before he had my blouse and bra off. Next came the pants
and panties. He savored the sight of my erect nipples and fingered my wet
pussy. He removed his and asked me if I wanted to do the honors with
his pants and briefs. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt, top
button and zipper. I lowered his pants and he stepped out of them. I
looked directly at the large bulge in his briefs, it was huge. I placed my
trembling hands on both sides of his briefs and slowly lowered them until
his large cock sprang out, fully erect. I looked straight at the bobbing
monster, lustily. I was extremely aroused and breathing very heavily at
that point. It looked sooo luscious. I was much more tempted to take it
in my mouth than I thought I would be. 'Am I in control, or are you,' I
thought to myself as I stared at that big, bobbing cock.
I don't know how long I stared at that beautiful, very tempting cock,
but it had seemed like an hour. Alex became impatient and grabbed me by
the head and tried to force his cock into my mouth.
I'll be the first to admit that I was sorely tempted, but with all the
strength and resolve that I could muster, I was able to resist. Reason won
out over lust as I closed my eyes and began to think about Brian and the
children. I kept my mouth firmly closed. As much as I wanted, and lusted
for, Alex's cock, I wanted my husband and even more. He continued
to try to force it in until I pulled his hands off my head, stood up and
told him that I couldn't go through with it. He was shocked, I thought
that he'd be angry, but he calmly put his clothes back on and left without
a word. My rational thinking had won the battle over my lust. I felt
greatly relieved and overjoyed.
'I did it!' I was so proud of myself; I passed the first test! I called
Brian on his cell phone and told him the good news, and he was in the front
door in a matter of minutes. We hugged and then fucked each other's brains
out. The orgasm that I had that day with Brian was the greatest that I had
ever had. It was even better than the one I had with Dan's monster cock.
At that point, I knew that I was over my obsession, but I still had to pass
one more test to prove it to Brian.
The next day was Dan's turn, but I wasn't worried. There was no doubt
in my mind that I was back in control of my emotions, my lust for big cock.
Dan arrived about 10 minutes late. He was the same arrogant bastard
that ran off on me at the restaurant. "Well, baby. Couldn't live without
my cock, eh?" He piped up as he entered the front door.
"Yes, that's why I called. We have some unfinished business to take
care of." I played along.
"You bet we have. No cops to interfere this time."
He took the same approach as he had in the parking lot. He undid his
pants and dropped them to the floor. As he stepped out of them, I could
see the large bulge, and he wasn't fully hard.
"Get on your knees and take my briefs off," he commanded.
I did as he ordered. He was fully hard by the time I slid his briefs
off; he must have been anticipating my wet mouth on his big cock. Like the
previous day with Alex, I just stared at it. Unlike then, I wasn't
seriously tempted, I didn't even get aroused, as my contempt for him was
stronger than my lust for his big cock.
"Suck it, baby. Take that in your lovely mouth and suck it
dry."
I looked up at him and could see the lust in his eyes. I did nothing.
"SUCK IT! YOU BITCH! Take that fucking cock and suck it!" He shouted
as he grabbed my head and tried to shove his salami into my mouth, just as
Alex had done, only much more forcefully.
I continued to look him in the eye with my lips firmly closed. He made
several attempts to force it into my mouth, with no success.
He shocked my by slapping me hard across the face. "Open up, you
fucking whore! I'll slap you silly if you don't."
When I recovered from the shock of his slap, I felt scared for the first
time. I pushed the button on the necklace without him noticing.
Dan slapped me again and forced me to open my mouth. He shoved the head
of his cock in between my lips and I took the opportunity to bite down on
it, hard.
"OWWWWW! You fucking bitch! You bit me! I'm going to knock your
fucking head off!" I got up and ran toward the bathroom. He caught up with
me and tackled me just before I reached the steps.
Just as he had me pinned down, Brian burst through the front door
carrying a softball bat. "OK, you bastard. Let her up."
Dan's eyes got as big as saucers, he began trembling in fear. He slowly
rolled off and away from me.
"Just what were you trying to do, asshole?"
"N-nothing, honest. I was only trying to give her what she wanted."
"Is that the truth?" Brian asked me.
"No. He slapped me hard, twice, when I wouldn't take his cock into my
mouth. When he forced it in, I bit it, got up and tried to make it to the
bathroom. You arrived just after he tackled me, as I was trying to get
away."
Brian took a good look at Dan's now semi limp cock and could easily see
my teeth marks. "You bit him a good one, didn't you?" He chuckled.
"Damn right I did."
Dan had started to get up off the floor. "Stay right where you are. I
haven't decided what to do with you yet," Brian commanded.
"You wouldn't be so goddamn brave if you didn't have that bat."
"You're right, but my bat is a little more useful to me than your limp
one is to you at the moment." He chuckled again as he pointed to Dan's
cock.
Dan started to get up again, but Brian wouldn't let him. "Just stay
where you are, macho man. I'm not finished with you yet."
"Wh-what do you mean? I didn't do anything, Irene wanted me to fuck
her."
"I didn't ask you to slap me silly, you bastard," I interjected.
"That's not exactly the way I heard it, but you have a point. You
wouldn't be here if she hadn't sought you out. However, your arrogant,
demanding attitude pisses me off. Slapping my was totally uncalled
for, and I don't intend to let that go unpunished. I don't like you at
all, macho man, and I think that you need to be taught a lesson."
Brian paused for several minutes, then spoke, "honey, go get a sharp
knife. I think we'll slice up this salami and make him eat it. Yeah! A
salami sandwich!" He laughed as Dan's eyes got as big as watermelons. He
couldn't be sure if Brian was joking, or not.
I didn't make a move to get the knife. I was hoping that Brian was
joking.
"Forget the knife. Get that monster dildo that you bought recently.
You know, the one that's even bigger than his cock. Bring some KY, also."
"OK, but what are you going to do with it?"
"You'll see. OK asshole, get up and bend over the back of the couch."
"Wh-why?"
"You're going to find out what it feels like to get fucked with a
monster cock."
"Now wait a minute, you can't do that."
"Why not, you slammed your big prick into my wife, didn't you? Now it's
your turn to find out how good it feels."
When I returned, Dan was bent over the back of the couch, ass up in the
air. Brian took the dildo and lubed it up. He handed it to me and told me
to fuck Dan's ass like he fucked me in that parking lot.
Dan was pleading with us not to do it. We all knew that it was going to
hurt. He was literally going to get his ass reamed out.
I got in position and asked Dan if he had anything to say. He didn't
respond. I shoved it into his in one thrust, and he screamed bloody
murder. I began thrusting it in and out with no regard to his pain. The
dildo did some damage because I could see some blood seeping out of his
hole, but I didn't care. I kept on thrusting until Brian told me to stop.
Dan had been screaming out in pain the entire time.
Brian picked up Dan's clothes and told him to get out. "We don't want
to ever see or hear from you again. If we do, you won't get off so easy
the next time. OH, yes, just in case you think about ignoring my warning,
we have a tape of today's events that we wouldn't hesitate to
distribute."
Dan slowly put his briefs and pants on and left, walking like he had a
corncob stuck up his ass.
From that day on, the only salami that I ever want to deal with, I buy
at the Deli.
Any and all comments are appreciated.
Please send to: CharleyAce@hotmail.com