Gathering at Dan's Residence: Slutty Spouse VI

Gathering at Dan's Residence: Slutty Spouse VI

About a week after Dan marked my vagina, he invited Andy and I over for swimming and dinner. It was a Friday evening, no work for the weekend. Sam agreed to remain with her grandparents since she was merely a baby.

Dan proposed that we bring all we required to sleep over so that we could indulge in alcohol and relax. The idea was appealing, considering the company. I needed to get drunk...overly drunk for Dan to be attracted to me and drunk enough to forget what had already occurred.

The sun set and found Andy and I lazing by the pool, seated on the deck that overlooked the woodlands. Dan has an immaculate property with a large back patio, an outdoor kitchenette, two separate grills - one gas, the other charcoal. He had built his own Tiki bar as well.

The area was crammed with dining tables and chairs, sunbathing loungers, a hot tub, and surrounded sound playing through mounted speakers. It felt like a luxury resort, and I loved paying him a visit. The pinnacle example of a bachelor pad.

Dan had constructed the whole complex before marrying Susan, thus she was compelled to move out following the divorce. I mulled over how many girls Dan may have bedded in his pool since his separation. I could envision him frolicking with some blonde by the waterfall or screwing a redhead on the stairs. My pangs of jealousy were unjustified, so I consumed to alleviate the tension.

Normally, I avoid liquor; I rarely drink beer. I prefer a glass or two of wine as I am effortless intoxicated. But Dan proved to be a proficient bartender, equivalent to his assorted talents. He swiftly seduced me to his whiskey sour recipe. I was soon knocking it back until my inhibitions dissipated, leaving my yearning for Dan's best friend.

The day turned to night on the patio. The strings of lights overhead flickered to life like stars amidst a magical night sky.

"How are things between you and Dan now?" Andy's inquiry unexpectedly emerged. I thought he was asleep in his lounger.

"What are you inquiring?" I was instantly fearful that Andy possessed information he shouldn't.

"I'm asking if you two have made amends - you know, since the scandal concerning Susan."

I eased back in my chair, partially comforted. "I've already told you, Andy; we sorted everything out. We delved into a heart-to-heart conversation, remember?"

Andy was mumbling his speech, indicating his intoxication. I surmised the inquiry held little relevance. However, he almost caused me cardiac arrest.

"If he bothers you again, I'll take care of him. I'm not going to stand by and witness this," Andy's words faded. My suspicions referred to Dan seizing me in the foyer after learning of Susan's infidelity.

"It's been a while, Andy. We're good now." I swiveled in my chair to confront my husband who could barely keep his eyes open. "But I applaud your gallantry. It turns me on."

I reached over and patted Andy's genitals. He was soft in his swim trunks. I had a cunning desire to transform his state.

Dan scaled the pool stairs and emerged from the water. He had been swimming laps since the lights were turned on. He looked like a Greek god, drying his body with a towel.

"Are you two set for dinner in a few minutes?"

I kept my hand on Andy's crutch. "What's on the menu?"

"Shish Kabobs...steak, shrimp, veggies."

"Delicious. It sounds appetizing," I beamed. "Shall I assist you in the kitchen?"

"I may," he responded. "But I don't want to interrupt anything."

"Oh!" I gazed back at Andy, catching sight of me manipulating his testicles. I realized I relished it. So did Andy. "It won't occupy much time." Did I genuinely utter that?

Dan shook his head amusedly and strolled towards the back porch. He glanced backward before disappearing into the house with a smile and an enticing wink. I was panting internally, envisioning Dan making love to me near the pool, spanking those testes against my sensitive clit until ejaculating his enormous load inside my channel.

Andy was lying flat, eyes closed, moaning softly. He hadn't witnessed a thing. I continued to knead his minuscule endowment. "Let's get these trunks off," I requested, dragging down the elastic band. I initially pulled them to the mid-thigh area before deciding to jerk at them, dropping them beyond the wooden deck. I assumed Dan was observing, and I was keen to present an amusing spectacle.

The tanning oil was still hot from the afternoon sun, so I poured a generous amount on Andy's small pen*s, making it glisten like a greasy piece of fried chicken. It took only a few seconds for him to become hard.

"Where are my pants?" Andy, who was lying on the couch, lifted his head a bit, but it quickly sank back into the cushion. Dan was standing in the kitchen, looking through the window. The deck was beautifully lighted up, like at Christmas.

"I destroyed them, Andy. I tore them apart and threw them over the side of the cruise ship. What do you care? The only person who would see you is us."

"Dan will see us."

"Don't you care about that? Didn't you think he saw you before?" I firmly stroked Andy's stiff member, twisting my hand and grasping his shaft firmly in my grip. His testicles smacked against his leg. "Don't you want to impress him? Considering you've already threatened to fight him, you might as well come on his deck."

"Meg, I did not want... I did not want to... I did not want him to..."

I briefly slowed down my stroking. This could not be real, I thought. Was it actually my husband who was embarrassed, and I was the one causing it? Yes, I asked them to completely undress in the barn. So what?

The scene from the barn replayed in my mind: Andy was next to Dan, both of them naked. It was Dan who was holding the hose, spraying water all over the place. Their clothes were in the washing machine against the wall. Andy was upset, I ran out when I saw their nakedness, but I couldn't help but notice Dan's perfect body.

Dan was so large. Andy was so small. The water was not helping Andy's situation at all.

"Andy, you're drunk. Dan is not interested in your small phallus. He's in the kitchen making supper."

I slid Andy's legs open, forcing them away from the couch. He was positioned perfectly to show off his rear. I rolled up a large bath towel and wedged it under his butt, lifting it like a slut would. It was time to put on a show.

"Does this not feel better?" I busily jerked Andy's member with authority. "Do you want me to smack your balls, darling? Do you want me to do it hard?"

I checked for Dan's silhouette in the window, disappointed I didn't see him. Andy groaned and uttered some incoherent sounds, apparently too drunk to speak.

"Do you want to ejaculate, sweetheart? Do you want me to make you come?" I switched up my pace, moving fast so he could not last long. "Tell me how much you want to let loose, Andy. Tell me you want to spray your semen. Talk to me, love. Beg me, and I'll let you ejaculate... for Dan. I'll let you unload your balls for the both of us."

"I want... I want..." he moaned.

"I know you do, darling." I squished his ball sac gently then jerked his penis uncontrollably for a couple more seconds. Andy was desperate to climax, but he was still too hard to finish. Eventually, his erection softened into a small, wet head; a far cry from the hard penis he had five seconds ago.

I leaned back to watch him as he came, striving to ejaculate in front of me but failing. Instead, I watched as his foreskin leaked out a small amount of semen, like soup bubbling over a boiling pot. It trickled down his shriveled shaft like a little wet noodle, and finally, his tiny remaining erection vanished.

Andy's breathing settled, and he was out cold. I glanced at the window. Nothing.

Dan appeared at my shoulder. "Oh, shit! I didn't realize I was there for so long."

"For how long have you been standing there?"

"Quite a while, actually," Dan answered as he wrapped his arms around me, touching my oil-covered tummy with his bare chest. He was shirtless, wearing grey cotton shorts. "Why did you ruin your husband's orgasm?" he questioned me.

"It was a joke," Dan responded. I looked at Andy, spread out on the couch, his legs splayed like a wild animal after spilling its seed. A dribble of cum remained on his shivering member.

"You'd think a man your husband's age could come like a firework." I chuckled. "I guess when he's drunk, it takes longer than expected."

Did I mess it up, Dan? I'm not sure. It looked pretty regular to me. I giggled while looking at the handsome giant, knowing full well he was going to have me. "So, I believed you were staring, and it might be humorous. Pouring alcohol into me makes me a danger."

"Racy drunk girls attract me, Meg. Bold MILFs entice me even more." Dan took off my bikini top, caressing my bosoms. He squeezed them, and I moaned. He took down my undies and ripped off my top. "That's how I like you, Meg." He crumpled my bikini in his hand like trash, then lifted me over his shoulder.

"Holy shit!" I muttered, feeling his firm hands groping my bare ass.

"Let's go," he said, carrying me toward the house. "I'll show you some real fireworks."

"I'm whiskey-sour intoxicated, Dan."

"No, you're not, Meg. Your husband's drunk. You're just a little high."

Dan opened the back door and carried me across the threshold like a sack of potatoes, my bum pressing against his coarse cheek.

"You smell like a coconut," he chuckled, voice low and lewd. He rubbed his rough fingers over the crease of my crack as he marched me through the living room. I saw the skewers he'd been preparing. They were set up neatly on platters on the counter under plastic wrap.

"Holy crap, I forgot how hungry I was. When do we eat?" I laughed hysterically not just for the tickling of his whiskers on my buns.

"Soon, baby. When we're finished, I'll cook the kebabs on the grill."

"What about Andy?" I questioned. "We aren't going to leave him out there, are we?"

"You need not worry about him for now, Meg. He's not going anywhere."

Dan marched toward the main bathroom with me over his shoulder, my long chestnut hair falling down his muscular back. He set me on the counter next to the sink, then turned the shower knobs on. There were so many showerheads coming from every direction, and a majestic waterfall-like sprinkler overhead.

"Wow!" I gasped, envisioning the feeling of shower heads shooting at me from every side. "This is the coolest shower I've ever seen."

"So, can you walk over here, or do I need to carry you?" Dan stripped off his shorts, the only item he had on, and stepped into the steamy mist. I slid off the counter and followed behind him. There was no glass or curtain to close. The shower was deep enough, it didn't require one.

"Soap?" He inquired, grabbing a bottle of body wash.

"That's for males, Dan. You don't have anything else?"

"Sorry, I forgot to bring the Essence of Mango. By the way, I instructed you to bring what you needed for the night."

"I'll simply smell like you, then." Dan gave me a grin, and I knew what he was thinking. He squeezed out some body wash and applied it to my breasts in circles.

"Clever how your hand always travels there first, big guy."

I filled my palm with the same substance and played with it, spreading it over his firm muscles. I lowered my focus and strategically avoided washing below the waist, saving that for later.

"Rotate around, Meg. I wish to massage your back."

I placed my hands on the tiles and locked my elbows, pressing my breasts into them. I spread my legs as if being patted down by the law. Dan caught the hint and applied his hands to my thighs while examining me, searching for any clues.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, "but this is what occurs when driving while inebriated. We have a zero-tolerance policy here in Mississippi."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Is it necessary that you take off my clothes, officer?"

"Unfortunately, it is, ma'am. We must inspect every crevice - there are a lot of drug smugglers in our area."

Dan stroked his finger over my crotch and twirled it around my butt hole, circling his finger around my pink anus until I let out a whimp of pleasure.

"Officer, are you really going to shove your finger up my rear end?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's required if we're going to catch the dealers. Oh, and by the way, yours is one of the tightest I've ever seen."

"You'll have to spread your legs wider for me, ma'am. I need a thorough inspection of your backside to see if there's anything concealed." I spread my thighs apart, standing on my toes to give him better access. There was a built-in bench, which I considered kneeling on.

"Should I kneel on this bench, officer?"

"No, I want you to stay standing. Keep your heels high."

"Okay." I was tense as I felt Dan's finger make its way towards my virgin anus. My butt had never been stretched by a man before. Andy hardly touched me there. I was becoming aroused by this unexpected attention.

"Would you put some conditioner... maybe some soap on your finger, Mr. police officer? I've never been probed there before."

Dan reached for the conditioner and squeezed a dollop onto my anus. He resumed his exploration, inserting his finger smoothly into my slippery rectum. The strange sensation was odd at first, and I feared I might defecate, but as he rhythmically pumped in and out, I realized I enjoyed it.

"Ms. ma'am, sir... I'm wincing and straining my voice, but it's not necessarily from pain. Sir, have you found something? I think I'm going to poop if you keep that up."

Dan pulled out his finger and smacked me on the butt.

"What was that for, sir? I'm trying to cooperate."

"Have you been having anal sex, young lady?"

"No sir, I swear. I've never been...I mean, I've never had sex there before, sir. I promise."

"How old are you, young lady?"

I contemplated for a moment. Dan often mentioned that I appeared younger than my age, and he found it attractive. I questioned whether I should involve that aspect into this scenario. Did Dan want to have sex with a high school girl? The idea made me shiver. He was almost thirty-five, but I decided to throw him a bone.

"I'm eighteen, sir... a high school senior. You can find my age on my driver's license if you'd like."

"You are," Dan beamed. This was a home run. I glanced behind me and saw his erection was rigid and throbbing.

"Are you going to hit me with that baton, sir?"

"I'm afraid I am, sweetheart. Being a drunk driver simply isn't allowed."

"Then I choose to take my punishment from you, sir. I don't want my daddy to find out."

"That depends."

"On what sir?"

"On your cooperation, MEGAN. Does your daddy call you that at home?"

"He calls me, Meg, sir. All my friends call me that."

"Well, Meg... you've got a lovely pink vagina. I kind of like your virgin anus too. I'm afraid I'll need to penetrate both or your daddy will be bailing you out of jail."

I faced the wall. I wished to ask for hard fucking, but I didn't want to break character.

"Ms. officer, sir... my daddy will whip me if he discovers this. So... I think... I think I'd like to take my beating from you. If that's okay."

"I'll leave some bruises, little girl. Maybe even some cuts if you're lucky."

"Yes sir. You can give it to me as hard as you like." The thought crossed my mind about Andy by the pool, lying naked and alone under the stars. A sharp pang of guilt stabbed me in the stomach.

"You want me to hit you hard, sir? You want me to cause you pain?"

"Yes sir. I'd prefer you to strike me thoroughly. Though you'll probably make me cry, I know I deserve it."

"I plan to leave marks on your face and ass, little girl."

"Yes sir. You'll likely render me senseless. I'm worthy of punishment."

"You're going to swallow my cock before I shudder and empty myself into your sweet twat."

I maneuvered to soap up his shaft, then turned to rinse his ass and thighs. When I finished, Dan shoved me to my knees and struck my face with his manhood. He whipped his cock across my face, burning it with the shower's warm water.

"You're going to suck this cock, whore. You're going to suck it long and deeply until it can't become any harder. Then, I'm going to ravage your pussy."

I sucked his dick, ensuring it was slippery and clean, before returning to soap up his ass and thighs. When I was done, Dan pushed me to my knees again and struck my face with his cock, burning it under the hot water from the shower.

"You're going to suck this dick, slut. You're going to suck it hard and long until it's as hard as it can be. Then, I'm going to plunge my dick into your pussy."

"Good girl," he responded. I took him into my mouth and immediately tasted his salty pre-cum, dripping from his slit. He was already very close to climaxing.

Dan took a moment to wash my hair, pouring the body wash into my tangles and massaging the suds onto my scalp. This wasn't really part of the roleplay, but it made sucking his cock more sensual. I'm sure the police wouldn't have provided this service.

"Lick my balls, bitch," he commanded as he rinsed out the last of the soap. Seems like we weren't using conditioner... at least not for my hair.

I licked Dan's nut sack and stroked his long shaft with both hands. I imagined him being quite pleased to see his cock was a genuine two-fister. I loved giving him a certificate.

Dan surprisingly turned and opened his ass cheeks. I had cleaned him well, so I was uncertain of his intentions.

"Lick me up my crack, Meg."

It took me a moment to process his order. I'd never rimmed a guy before, and it was far from my bucket list. The one thing I noticed is that since the previous weekend, Dan had removed every hair from his body, except his head. No chest hair, no leg hair, no arm hair, no pit hair. His cock was entirely slick and clean. His ass was smooth as a pair of melons... hard, muscular mounds of raw muscle. His crack was a barren valley and his anus a pink pucker that would make any miscreant lose their composure.

"Lick it, bitch... or am I going to have to rough you up some more?"

Dan didn't need to say it twice, even though I loved it when he manhandled me. I placed my tongue at the top of his crack and ran it down to the space between those two delicious hams until I was deep in the depths of his crotch. I returned north. It didn't take long before Dan ordered the action I expected.

"Stick your tongue up my ass, Megan." He spread himself wider.

"Sir?"

"You heard me, you slut. Fuck my ass with your tongue!"

"Yes sir," I obediently agreed. I was a little apprehensive and not drunk enough to do this. However, I was eager to please, so I pressed the tip of my tongue against Dan's brown eye and tried to thrust it as deep as I could. What I didn't expect was Dan pressing down, as if he were about to shit in my face.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"It makes it easier for you to get in." Dan explained with a calm demeanor. It felt like a brief intermission in the game.

"You want my tongue up there?"

"Did I not say that?" Dan sounded gruff once more. He was back in the game, and I needed to follow suit. "Put your finger up my butt, then stick your tongue up there after you open me."

Oh, God. I reached for the conditioner and used it as Dan had earlier. I hadn't considered washing out another's rectum with my mouth, but I'd rather taste the conditioner than faeces.

I quickly inserted my finger deep into Dan's rectum, pleasantly discovering there was nothing inside. I rotated my finger gently, brushing against his prostate, then reached around to stroke his large cock.

"Do you think you're going to jerk me off with your tongue up my ass, bitch? Do you think you'll make me shoot my load and soften my dick, so your pretty little pussy won't take such a beating? Is that what you think?"

"No sir, I genuinely meant it. I want to lick your ass, sir. I want to stick my tongue deep within your backside. I want to taste that dark hole, sir. I want you to violently fuck my pussy, sir. I want you to teach me a lesson."

"That's precisely what you're going to get, bitch... a black and blue ass with a shredded pussy."

I removed my finger from Dan's rectum. I'd been stretching his sphincter for a while, and his hole was so relaxed I could see straight up the orifice.

"Put that finger in your mouth, bitch."

"Sir?"

What's holding you back, dirty girl? Suck my prick!

I wet my finger and put on a display for Danny. In and out, in and out. I listened as it popped out of my mouth. Then I placed it back in and continued sucking.

"That's right. You like it, Megan? Tell me you love it."

"I adore it, sir. I adore the taste of your stinky ass, sir. I enjoy shoving my tongue into your rectum."

"Stick your finger in my butt once more."

I obeyed, violently shoving myself into his ass as I jerked his humongous schlong with conviction. Danny moaned in response.

"Suck my dick again."

I inserted his cock in my mouth, forcing the entire thing to the back of my throat. The taste of shampoo was gone, replaced by the pungent aroma of sex and slavery.

"Stick your tongue up my ass once more."

This was becoming muddled... but I shoved my tongue deep into his sympathetic anus. Further than before. Pushing it in. Pulling it out. Ramming my tongue up his ass.

The door to the bathroom stood open. For a fleeting moment, I contemplated the dreadful possibility that Andy would walk in and see his best friend, bent over with his wife's face rammed into his ass. It was about to become an unthinkable scenario.

Danny turned around and faced me. He'd already jerked off while I was exploring his rectum. He was ready to shoot his magnum load. A long strand of precum hung from his penis, and he demanded I lick it off. I did so without hesitation. I complied with all his commands.

"Open your fucking mouth, slut." Danny was frantically jerking off his cock like a young man at a gathering, betting how much cum each guy could release. "Open it, I said." Danny would come out the winner in such a contest.

I opened my mouth, and he spewed a sea of cum into it. Ribbon after ribbon of salty, dense sperm. I made sure he could see it all, a fishbowl filled with cum in my mouth... more than an average guy expels in a day. More than Andy could shoot in a week. Danny examined it closely. Then, he allowed me to swallow.

"Drink every drop, Megan, and don't think that you're done yet."

He was correct. Danny was as hard as can be.

"Bend over and show me that cunt before I ram my dick so hard up inside you."

"Yes, sir, officer." I bent over and pressed my palms against the wall. The steam and the heat felt intense on my shoulders. I assumed the alcohol had made me dehydrated.

I looked between my legs. Dan was stepping up behind me with his huge balls hanging below his scrotum. His dick was hard as a rock, ready for an epic fuck... the kind of fuck that lasts an eternity because the guy just came, and it didn't faze him.

It was the kind of rough fucking that would scramble my brains and wound my uterus, the kind of fucking that would leave me sore for days, and the kind of fucking that, if Andy had been watching, would have made him weep and cum simultaneously.

There was a trickle of blood on my leg. I touched my vagina then brought my hand to my face. Blood. Oh no! I've started. I'm a week early. I faced Dan.

"Oh my God, Dan. I started menstruating."

"Started what?"

"My period. I'm sorry. This is a week early. This is utterly terrible."

Dan looked at my hand, then washed it in the sink.

"Have you ever been fucked on your period before?"

"Have you been joking? No, Dan. Never."

"Well, you're in for a bloody fuck, bitch." Dan hadn't broken character for a millisecond. "Put your filthy hands on the wall and spread your legs like a senior year slut. This is going to be a long, messy journey."

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