(This is a very long read... And totally worth it. ;) )
When you and your wife moved into your new home, you were both ecstatic. A big, beautiful home in a beautiful, safe neighborhood, not all that from from downtown. You had just received a major promotion, and you had a safe, nicely-paid job to begin with. So did your wife. Everything was aligning perfectly: with a nice financial net, you were going to buy a home with a second bedroom in a nice area, then finally have a baby together, who would occupy that bedroom. You were going to live the dream.
That was, until your wife lost her job.
After saving for years, even since before you’d met her, you’d had enough to pay the house off immediately; no mortgage, which was wonderful. That had left you without much except for some emergency funds, though, and the two of you hadn’t accounted for the possibility of her not working; as such, the possibility of having a baby no longer seemed such a prudent idea. Your wife then made a suggestion you couldn’t believe:
“Why don’t we rent out the extra room until I find another job? We aren’t going to try for a baby until I find one; this will just help us make some more money in the meantime.”
You had to admit, it was a sound idea, one that you probably would’ve suggested if you’d thought your wife would go for it. So, with that, you two posted a listing with a reasonable price. Of course, a reasonable price for rent in a neighborhood like this was equally reasonably high, so it was a couple days before you got an email about it. The reply was from a girl named Ellie, and she seemed nice in her reply, and excited about the opportunity. She also said she’d have no problem making rent, and that her job paid well. She seemed like a good fit, so, you sent her a form to sublet the room, and she faxed it back filled out. She asked if she could come by the next day, and you told her to arrive at 4 o’clock, after you and your wife returned from your lunch.
You and your wife pulled into your garage after a nice meal. You exited the car, locked arms, and turned the corner to the front door...
And there, in front of you, was Ellie.
She had long, tanned, toned legs, leading up into a flat, toned stomach, above which hung an impressively large rack that was obviously full of plastic. She had long, flowing brown hair, and even without much makeup, her brows were perfect, her blue eyes popped. She was a walking, talking wet dream, and her tiny denim cutoffs, bellyshirt, and high heels made sure everyone knew it.
You and your wife were silent for a moment for very different reasons as you each took her image in, but you gave your wife a little nudge to wipe the frown off her face, as this was who you’d be living with for the next six months, and you didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. You approached her.
“Yup! Nice to meet you both! Your house is gorgeous from the outside. I can’t wait to see the inside!” She smiled perfect white teeth at you, and you smiled back. So did your wife, though the fakeness of hers could practically be felt.
You opened the door, and she sprung in like a cat having to be the first in. She spun around, taking in the high ceilings and nice decor. “Wooooow,” she said before she stopped spinning and came up to you, taking your hands. “I’ve always wanted to lived in a place like this. Now I get to! Thank you!” She hugged you, and you watched your wife shake her head ‘no’ and make a ‘leave room for Jesus’ sign with her hands. You politely pushed her off you.
“I’m glad you like it. Haven’t had a roommate since college, should be interesting, hopefully great. Your room’s over there on the left,” you pointed. As she pranced off, you asked “by the way, what did you say you do for a living?”
“Oh, I’m a dancer,” she replied matter-of-factly. You and your wife stood stunned for a moment, your wife in horror, and you in horror of what your wife would think. She just entered her room and wow’d again.
It was smooth enough during her moving in. The three of you got along well, though it may have just been trying not to step on one another’s toes. It was after the move-in was done that Ellie started getting really comfortable in your home, which conversely, was quite uncomfortable for your wife. You? You were torn between uncomfortable with the storm brewing with your wife, and comfortable with the eye candy you got to enjoy.
One morning, you woke up smelling pancakes. You headed downstairs, thinking your wife had made you pancakes before work. What you found was not your wife, but Ellie dressed in almost nothing: skimpy blue panties and a matching bra that she was bursting out of.
“Oh, hi roomie,” she smiled. “Your wife left half an hour ago. Want some pancakes?”
You stared blankly, still processing how damn hot she was, before you snapped to and declined.
“Nonsense, I can tell you do. Here, I’ll make a couple more.” She turned around, and stood on her tiptoes as she poured more pancakes on the pan, giving you a view of her round, perfect, fuckable ass as well as her sexy legs. You realized as you observed that this was the first time you didn’t have to watch your behavior, as your wife wasn’t here to judge. So you took your time admiring before she finished and gave you your plate.
You made polite conversation at the breakfast table, eventually leading her to ask “by the way, do you mind if I have friends over from time to time?” She twirled her hair around her finger, tilting her head cutely.
“Yeah, I don’t see why not.”
“Thanks! Don’t worry, you’ll love them.”
When you’d finished breakfast, you went to get dressed in your work attire. She said she was going to work out. When you pulled out of the driveway, you got a look at her working out.
She gave you a surprisingly sultry look before smiling and waving goodbye. You had a hard-on the whole way to work thinking about it.
A few days later, she had a friend over. Another a day later. Then another. And what quickly became obvious, was that all of her friends were also strippers from where she worked. And where she worked must have been pretty high-end, because every one of them was drop-dead gorgeous.
They either had big fake tits (like Bella here),
were fit as fuck (like Angie here),
or both (like Willow). The one thing they all had in common, was that they were all drop-dead gorgeous. Your house seemed to constantly have between one and five bombshells. Sometimes they were just hanging out on the couches talking (usually about work, and how much money they suckered out of so-and-so guy), or painting their nails and listening to strip club techno or rock; these were somewhat obnoxious, but appropriate enough. Sometimes, they would play twister, or feel each other up and kiss each other, practicing for their strip routines. These were less appropriate. If your wife was there, she’d tell them to stop, to which they’d reply “just a minute! Almost done,” and continue. If your wife wasn’t there, you’d do your best to ignore them, but you’d involuntarily watch sometimes, and they’d look at you as they played with each other, like prey, like they would for someone they were dancing for at the club. You got the sense that they got off on your watching.
Then things started escalating even more. The strippers began coming over before work, dressing and primping for the shows they’d put on, and practicing their moves while wearing their slutty attire.
This was Evelyn, or ‘Candy’. She had enormous fake tits and the best bubble butt of all time. She liked to wear stockings. She’d stand in front of the mirror, admiring herself, but she gave you flirty smirks and gave her butt a seductive little sway when she caught your gaze in the mirror.
Amber, the ‘cute’ one. She wore more modest (only relative to the other dancers) clothing, and had a petite body, minus her big, silicone tits, though even those were more modest than most of her friends. She liked to act ‘cute’, like a ‘beginner’, and tell her patrons that it was her first time dancing. You’d overheard her laughing at the gullibility of those who believed it, saying things like “If only they’d known I deepthroated the hung guy before as I fingered myself”.
Carly, the attention whore. She’d apparently always has a competitive nature, and she brought that to every aspect of her life. She dyed her hair bright, unnatural colors to draw attention to herself at the club. She actually didn’t have implants, so she would be different enough to get attention at the club as well, but she wore very flattering push-up bras outside of the club to make sure she stood out from all the smaller-boobed women in every day society. She always had chokers, bracelets, or anklets to accessorize. Even at your house, she’d turn her body to show off something when you walked by, or even blow you kisses or wink at you, especially when another girl was there, including your wife.
You were losing control of your house. It smelled of berry perfumes and cocoa butter. There were skimpy lingerie, bathing suits, and jewelry lying around. Apparently, Ellie had set up a webcam in her room for ‘a side job’, because you heard lewd noises from her or some other friend echoing through the house, even when you were trying to sleep. Eventually, you received a video in your email that confirmed it.
followed shortly by another email from Ellie, saying “Oh my god! I told Lissa to uncheck you from the list! I’m so sorry! I hope your wife doesn’t find out! Lol.”
Admittedly, you jerked off to it the next time you were alone.
Even when you made love to your wife now, you pictured Ellie or one of the other dancers fucking you. Your wife just wasn’t anywhere near as hot as these girls, and they were practically providing you live softcore porn half the time you were home. How could you not fantasize about them? You’d never fucked your wife harder than after seeing Rosa leave for work dressed like this:
And then the next day, like a beacon of sanity, a true north of what you’d once dreamt about, your wife halted you in the living room, not far from Ellie’s door, and confronted you.
“Honey, this is ridiculous,” she said. “Our house is a mess, smells like a strip club, and is constantly full of... whores!” She began quivering; you couldn’t tell whether it was anger, sadness, or both. “I’m not even comfortable in my own home anymore. I feel like you don’t find me attractive anymore, and I can’t stand job hunting from home now. I go to Starbucks almost every day!” Tears brimmed in her eyes. “I have an interview for Wilmot; they’re an automotive parts maker, and there’s a factory 45 minutes from here, but they want me to interview with them at headquarters. I’ll be gone for the next couple days. When I come back, I’d like to ask Ellie to move out. We can pay off the rest of her contract if we have to. Okay? Please?”
“Of course,” you replied. You hated seeing her cry. You loved your wife, for everything about her, even her more average body compared to these other young girls. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were this upset,” you added. She hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek. You heard Ellie’s door shut as your wife left.
A couple hours later, a few of Ellie’s friends arrived. Then in another hour, another few. Soon, there were more than ten girls over. You figured maybe Ellie was having a move-out party, since you’d noticed she overheard your conversation earlier. Carly, Evelyn, Amber, Angie, Bella, Willow, Rosa, and Lissa were there. The rest of them introduced themselves to you as they arrived.
Serena was just curvy enough, with incredibly big, perfect tits. She gave you a peck on the lips as you let her in, already wearing this.
Alura clearly did her squats: she had the legs of a goddess. You could just imagine them wrapped tightly around you... No, no, those weren’t thoughts you should have. She filled out her monokini perfectly. When you let her in, she didn’t just walk in, she strutted.
When you opened the door, Melody barely said “hi, I’m Melody” before just walking past you. She grabbed the stool you’d just been using as a computer chair and sat provocatively on it, showing off her amazing long, soft legs in their nylons with platform heels to boot. Her skirt left just enough to the imagination, and her tied shirt made you want to undo the knot and fuck her amazing tits.
And then there was Claire, an ebony goddess with perfect skin, a nicely blended highlight in her hair, artfully done nails, and the most sultry hazel eyes you’d ever seen. Seriously, your brain had to convince your eyes that you weren’t already fucking her when you met gazes. She brushed past you very slowly as she passed you. (You’ll see her later.)
After that, you didn’t bother opening the door anymore. As more girls arrived, you stood back and had yourself a small glass of scotch as you waited for Melody to stand up so you could take your chair back and get back to work. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere though. She met your eyes as you waited, smiled, and rubbed her nylons together in an eye-drawing way that you were sure had all the mens’ tongues wagging when she did it at the club (you were too).
“Look,” said Melody, “Mr. Homeowner is starting the party already!”
You blinked, but all the girls made some sort of exclamation before breaking out a number of liquor bottles and mixers.
“We didn’t know you were partying with us,” exclaimed Angie, pouring herself a margarita.
“Uh, I’m not, I just need my chair back so I can get back to work,” you replied.
“C’mooon,” complained Ellie. “You only have to see me for two more days, and you don’t even work tomorrow. Let’s have fun at this going away party! After all, you’re the one who gave me the opportunity to stay here, you should have as much fun as I do!”
“...Alright,” you agreed. All the girls cheered, and one poured you another half-inch of scotch in your glass. You thought their scotch had an odd taste to it... But it was probably cheap.
An hour later, you were pretty inebriated, as the girls had refilled your glass any time you ran out. You’d been playing charades, and every girl had graphically acted out some kind of sex act or position, even wearing appropriately pleasure-filled smiles and lustful stares. One had even faked an orgasm as she pretended to be going cowgirl. One or two times, instead of the crowd yelling out what the act was, they’d turn to you and tell you to guess. When you’d answer correctly, they’d all cheer.
Watching them all act out these positions, watching their bodies move deliciously and their facial expressions had you so rock hard it hurt. You decided that you were going to take a recess from this party. You were going to your room, you were going to jack off, and then you were going to sleep.
As you stood up, though, Claire looked over and looked shocked. “Oh my god, I guess Mr. Homeowner here likes this game,” she said, grabbing the back of your thigh with one hand and gripping your dick through your jeans, running that hand along your length. You closed your eyes, but said nothing. Claire stood up, moved her thigh hand to your lower back, and moved her other hand from your cock to the back of your neck, leaning you towards her so your eyes met again, and your faces were inches apart. “Why don’t I help relieve you of all that pressure, baby?” she giggled and ran her tongue along her upper teeth.
“I want- I, shouldn’t...” you began to say, far too lost in her amazing hazel eyes to think straight (the scotch sure wasn’t helping either).
“Shh, if you don’t know what you shouldn’t, then let’s figure it out together.”
She dropped slowly to her knees in front of you, undoing your button.
You knew you should stop her.
She pulled down your zipper.
You were married. You were faithful.
She pulled your pants and briefs down around your ankles.
Her hand wrapped firmly around your cock, and she began stroking it up and down, placing the other hand on your thigh, and pressing her fingers in circles, massaging your leg in a way that felt immensely pleasurable. Then you lost all train of thought as you felt her tongue running along the underside of your shaft.
Even as she took your head in her mouth, slowly bobbing her way further and further down your shaft with each back and forth, she never took her gaze off of yours. This might send you to Hell, but it felt like Heaven right now. You didn’t think this could get any better.
You were wrong. You’d faintly heard the other girls cheering and giggling after Claire had got her hand on your cock, but you’d mostly forgotten they were there. But now, you felt their hands undoing the buttons of your shirt, grabbing your glutes, running along your thighs, massaging your back and chest and neck.
Next you knew, you saw Ellie in front of you, smiling, even as Claire milked your cock with her mouth. Ellie leaned in... And kissed you. Sensually, her tongue moved along your lips, then invaded your mouth, playing with your tongue. A hand (Claire’s, who knows, there was so much touching) cupped your balls and rubbed them. It was all too much.
You shot your load into Claire’s mouth so hard it made you weak in the knees and empty in the head. You watched your cum burst out from her lips still around your cock due to the pressure and amount of jizz you’d emitted. The girls must have noticed your loss of balance, ‘cause they seemed to hold you up.
“Mmm,” Claire said, removing herself from your pole, using her finger to wipe the remaining cum from your cock, and her lips, and put it back in her mouth, finishing her little meal. “Guess I did a good job, huh? Feel nice and relieved, stud?” She giggled.
“Oh my g...” you muttered in a mix of guilt and exhaustion, “That was amazing... No, I just cheated on my wife...”
The girls awwed loudly in unison, as if they thought it was cute and romantic that you felt guilty about cheating.
“It’s okay! We’re only gonna be here another day, remember,” asked one of the girls whose name you couldn’t even remember. “Here, you’re worn out, have some water!”
She leaned over the counter and watched intently, propping her head up with one arm as you chugged the water she’d handed you. She gave you a satisfied, even... proud? smile when you’d finished, like you’d done a good deed.
“Here girls, let’s take him to lie down!” suggesed Amber.
They led you to Ellie’s room, which was an odd place to take you to lie down when your room was across the living room from hers. You were somehow rock hard again before you were even horizontal. They laid you down, then they laid themselves around you. You felt two different girls slide their leg over yours from either side of you, both rubbing their hands on your chest. “Wow, you have a nice chest,” said one, stroking your ego, while the other moved her hand lower and took your cock in it, gently rubbing that. Your head fell back against the pillow, and you felt another hand running through your hair, and another massaging the front of your neck. You opened your eyes to find Evelyn’s amazing rack without shirt or bra hovering above you, giving you a perfect view while she played pleasantly played with your hair and rubbed your neck.
“Okay, I can’t wait any longer,” you heard Ellie’s voice say. You felt the two girls lying on either side of you slide away then each straddle your lower legs, massaging your leg muscles as you looked forward to see Ellie gloriously naked, stepping over you and straddling your groin, your cock positioned inches from her pussy. “I’ve wanted to give you this present for a long time,” she said as she drooled some spit onto your dick to lube the tip before lowering herself and filling her tight, warm pussy with your cock. You both moaned, and she began bouncing as Evelyn gave a slight laugh before burying your face in her big, warm tits, then placing the nipples of them in your mouth to suck on. You had no idea this much pleasure was possible. Soon, the stimulation built up and you felt another load rising in your balls, ready to shoot. But you were inside of Ellie!
“I’m gonn-” Evelynn’s breasts smothered your statement, and a tongue with a stud in it began circling your sack as Ellie bounced even harder, moaning and shouting “yes, yes!” You felt your resistance disappear, and you both thrust your hips and writhed your body in the intense pleasure of filling her womb with your seed.
Afterwards, you might as well have been a zombie. Even after Evelyn removed her tits from your face, you just stared blankly at the ceiling. There weren’t any more thoughts of guilt. Your mind didn’t have the capacity for them. Your mind didn’t have the capacity for anything beyond the hormonal afterglow of the pleasure that had just rocked you.
“Here, you look like you need this,” said Willow, rubbing your softening penis as she put a glass of water to your lips and poured it into your mouth for you, which you drank thankfully. “Good boy,” she said, ruffling your hair with her hand, then giggling. In not another minute, the sight of Melody stretching and seductively rolling her legs, rubbing them against each other and sometimes your legs in front of you had you incredibly horny. Your dick stood tall again. How...?
The girls climbed atop of you again, with laughter and moans.
You came, you came, and you came again over the course of those two days. You vaguely realized that the water they were giving you to recuperate must be spiked with Viagra... But at this point, you didn’t care.
You came with your face between the ass cheeks of Evelyn that she’d teased you with for so long, licking her delicious pussy while Serena titfucked you with her massive melons.
You came with Alura’s heavenly legs wrapped tightly around your waist like you’d imagined when she walked in the door. You came inside her again not 20 minutes later, this time with her mind-meltingly sexy legs over your shoulders, giving you a perfect view of them as you thrust your length in her tight pussy, even rubbing them up and down against your neck so you could feel how smooth they were. Angie kissed you as you came that time.
You came inside Carly while her legs were wrapped behind her own head, showing off her flexibility (always competing with the others somehow), while Bella rested your head against her soft, strawberry-smelling tits, encouraging you with whispers like “Fuck her like a sexy little whore. That’s right. She deserves a load on her face like a slut.” You, of course, pulled out and poured your cum on her forehead.
You came when Amber looked back at you in a surprised look, trying to hide her smile as you thrust into her asshole. “Go gentle,” she suggested “this is the first time I’ve done this.” She let out a soft Oof. Then a soft Oh! Then she made a little squeal, and you filled her rear end with your married sperm.
Claire must have really enjoyed the taste of semen, or yours at least, because she made you cum in her mouth two more times. You came once as she gave you the handjob of a lifetime, lubing her hands up and massaging your cock lovingly, better than any masseuse you could imagine, while other girls massaged parts of the rest of your body, until she brought you to the brink and took your whole load in her mouth. Later, Rosa brought out the outfit that had sent your wife over the edge, and danced sexily in front of you, while Claire crawled up in front of you and hastily, sloppily deepthroated you. As you approached your orgasm, Willow approached you, and rubbed your back with one hand as she said “Wow, you’re really good at this! Can I have your autograph?” Claire pulled off your cock just before you could cum, right when your brain needed it most. You hastily signed some piece of paper. “Good boy,” Willow said for the second time in those two days, followed by Claire going tip to base with your cock in her throat, lifting your balls up, then quickly going back and forth, most of your cock still staying in her mouth and throat, just going an inch away from your base to fully in. You came so hard you almost passed out.
You lost all sense of time, because at this point, your brain was mush. The parts of your brain that shut down when you orgasm had barely been on for a cumulative hour, it felt like when you heard a familiar noise in the background. A door opening.
“Oh my god,” you heard your wife exclaim. “Oh my god! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
You took your lips off Angie’s soft C-cup breasts to look up to where your wife stood in the doorway with a horrified expression, but as you did, Angie beneath you started humping hard against you, sending you over the edge again.
Your face went numb, your eyes went glossy, and you shot your sperm inside Angie’s warm pussy as you looked your wife in the eyes, ending any chance you had to say anything.
“Oh, hey Mrs. Former Homeowner,” Willow laughed, followed by Evelyn and Melody. “Here to pack your bags?”
Your wife clearly wanted to scream, but she was stopped by the confusion of the statement. ‘former’ Homeowner? Even you were confused.
“Look!” Willow held out a piece of paper. “This is the legal document to sign your house over to someone. Your hubby here signed it while you were out. So did Ellie!”
Oh god, you’d been swindled out of your home.
As you were slowly realizing the repercussions in your post-orgasm fog, Ellie softly took your cheek in her hand and turned it upward to face her, where she kissed you softly, passionately, pulling back and smiling genuinely. You hadn’t even noticed that Angie had crawled out from under you.
“GET AWAY FROM HIM! GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU WHORE!” shouted your wife, her voice wavering as she began crying. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.”
Ellie stood up slowly and turned to face your wife. “No,” she said, calmly, resolutely. “Your husband’s been nothing but nice and accommodating to me since I moved in. You’ve been a jealous bitch, with backhanded compliments, constant complaints, and insults behind closed doors.”
“So, no. You get out of my house.”
Some of the other girls surrounded your wife and forced her out the front door. As she was going through the doorway, Ellie spoke again. “Your husband can stay.” She turned to face you, smiling, your cheek still in her hand. “I hope he does.”
Then the door shut. All the girls but Ellie whooped and hollered. Ellie simply sat cross-legged in front of you, now wearing cute baby-blue sweatpants and a white tanktop, in contrast to your naked body that had just cum inside Angie.
Ellie cradled your chin in both of her hands and brought her face close to yours, so that your foreheads and noses touched. “I really do hope you stay. I know this is confusing right now, but stay for a day and think about it. I’m younger, prettier, and a better lay than your wife. We can have orgies like this all the time with my friends. I make more money, and... that baby you’ve been talking about with her? If I move into your room, we’ll still have another room. Maybe... you can have one with me...?” She grinned brightly. “I’m not on the pill. We might even have a baby already.” She took one hand off your face and placed it on her tummy.
Your eyes followed her hand to where it rested on her stomach. Your face was blank for a bit.
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