Sleep with your Mistress

Of course you would never say that aloud, although cheating was seen as a manly duty for true masculine males, it was still a faux-pas to suggest anything but monogamy. You just kiss your wife back and smile, “Nothing much dear, just a surgery this late morning, then I am free to spend time with my loving family!”

Pamela gives a airheaded giggle, “Oh Keith you are so good to us! Maybe when you get back and before the girls are home from private school we can get the toys out, and I’ll be your plaything...” She licked your ear lobe, causing you to have shiver of pleasure.

Carmen pulled her face out of Angie’s tits, “Guuuuuys don’t talk like that while we’re here!” Carmen made a pout, then licked a dripping bit of melting cream off of her sister’s left nipple.

Angie moaned, “Yeah at least... wait until we are back from class, then we can have some fun, as a family!” She smiled as she pushed her twin away, giggling then putting her tight button-up school shirt, her wet and sticky cleavage poured out of top that she couldn’t button up no matter how hard she tried.

Carmen wiped her face of the whip cream and gave a naughty smile, “Heh, that reminds me.” She stood up and dropped her tiny booty shorts, revealing a wet and glistening pussy, quivering for some touching. She then proceeded to put on a short school skirt, barely containing those bare round butt cheeks.

Angie put on her skirt and got up with her sister. She put her hand around her hip, bringing their asses to touch each other as they swayed out of the kitchen, “Since when did you stop wearing anything your skirt?” Carmen just winked at her sister, you watched as she whispered something and they gave adorably empty-headed giggles as they went to the front door.

Pamela looked in your eyes, still horny, but sighed, “Those girls... I know we should be glad for kids, but they really really get in the way of our libidos...” She got off and you just slapped that ass hard. She gave the usual giggle and that ‘Oh You!’ look. You on the other hand finished the last few bites, then grabbed your jacket, knowing your daughters were eager for a day of learning.

The girls hook their arms into yours as you exit your door, the door automatically locking behind you. You walk to your car with them and get them into the back of the SUV and you start it up with a powerful roar which you expected from a West German. Driving up to the gate, you give a nod to the armed guard, and you are able to exit the gated community.

You look on the private highway you are traveling on and look to the nicely painted 14-feet walls on both sides of the road. Angie spoke up, “So daddy, what IS on the other side of those walls?” She looks at you in the mirror quizzically, and you just can’t say no to those slightly pouting fat lips.

You sigh, “Slums honey. Nothing but the poor scum of the earth, mostly lazy workers who aren’t willing to work for an honest wage.” You squeeze the stirring wheel in your hands. You knew who to blame. That USSR was the blame for every problem in the world. You know in your mind if the great USA didn’t have to spend so much aiming to destroy the other superpower, things would be perfect for everyone.

You get to another gate and show your credentials at the armed guard to get into the private part of town. The gate opens and you slowly ease inside, taking a right to the private school which your girls loved so much. Easing in front of the large, art-nouveau building, your girls jump out of the back after giving you a kiss goodbye. You watch them sway off to join their equally, if not hotter, white friends, and sit to admire each of their incredible bodies, hoping that you would see them in your office eventually.

A car honking behind you brings you back to reality, as you push on the gas to continue to the real goal. You had a mistress to have sex with!

You pull up to the swankiest hotel in this part of town, and throw the keys to the valet who would no doubt be murdered by you if there was even a scratch on it. You head to the concierge desk and you ask for a Miss Washington. As usual you were put in the fourth floor suite, 403. In fact, you were pretty sure that whole floor was used for adultery, if the rumors were true.

You excitedly slide into the elevator and hit the number 4. You drool as you think of the coming fun. Monica Washington came into your life 8 months ago, as a customer. Originally from Seattle, she moved to Milwaukee for a more calm life after her parents died in the West Coast terror plots last year. Brining her huge inheritance as well. She was already a drop dead gorgeous woman already, if under developed. The reason she was so different from your wife, was that she was so willingly wanting to change her body through surgery just to look sexier and just for you. She was your project and that turned her on more than your could imagine.

You knocked on her door, and grin as you see the raven haired beauty in elegant lingerie just squeal when she sees you in the door way. She quickly pulls you in and presses her M-cup breasts against you, effectively pinning you against the door. Your reach down and mash her gigantic ass implants in between your hands. As your tongue intertwined, you really enjoy her enhanced bloated lips sucking on your face, excited to use them in a more needed place. She removed her lips, “Oh god, I have been here for, like, 5 minutes! OMG That is, like, too long Keithy! I need you inside me extra fast now!”

You had this little fantasy about Monica and your wife for a while now, comparing them next to each other. Monica would shove her huge titties in Pamela’s face and your wife would be ashamed of her small tits compared to her. All in all your wife would be completely dwarfed by this sex goddess you had allowed this Mistress to become and in time, she would allow you to carry out such experiments for your pleasure too.

You put her giant left breast in your mouth and feel as it gets hard in your mouth, her moaning letting you know that you had successfully increased their sensitivity last time. You start to play with the other one with your fingers, as your deftly managed to get your hard cock out of the pants you zipped down as you were fantasizing.

Monica licks her lips as she lowers her frilly black panties, allowing you to slip in. You feel the walls of her vagina envelop your cock, and give a deep sigh as you start to pump it deeper and deeper inside of her. You see her bite her lower lip past her jiggling mountains of female flesh. You use her firm chest to push yourself up and as leverage, to enjoy this missionary position. You start to increase your tempo as Monica spoke up between thrusts, “Hey...Don’t... Worry.... About..... Cumming... Too.... Soon... I want... To have... A good... Fuck... After ... The surgery!”

You play with her long straight hair as you get deeper, “You uh sure you don’t want to choose what you get done today?”

She just smiles at you, “Tell...Me Lover.. What... Do... You... Want... Done... Today...?”

You get close to climax as you ponder the many things you can do to her. With technology today, you could really do anything to change her!