Surrounded Ch. 04

"Well, things have been a bit crazier than usual these days." I replied. She didn't see through me. Not in the least. Because she trusted me. She would always trust me. That made her a great wife, but it's also what made cheating on her so easy. And again, I couldn't help but compare her to another. When my wife saw I was tense, she rubbed my shoulders. When Aisha saw I was tense, she offered to rip off her clothes and show me her big tits. I know which appealed to me more.

I did my best to focus on my wife, but after my heated encounter with Aisha, that was a struggle. When Amanda and I ate dinner, eating on the patio outside, instead of my wife sitting across from me, I imagined Aisha in her place, a smirk on her plump, sexy lips as her massive jugs hung below her, her cleavage exposed to me.

When Amanda bounced her hips in time to music as she washed dishes, I imagined Aisha's luscious body in her place, dancing more lustily, shaking her exposed ass for the sole purpose of making my cock hard.

I was so overcharged that I initiated sex with Amanda. Lately, even though I was recommitting to my wife, I would leave it up to her to initiate things in the bedroom. After everything I had went through, I knew how inferior my wife was in the bedroom compared to those other women, so I didn't need to have that fact underlined for me. Making love was not enough for me anymore. I needed to fuck, which was something she had never been capable of doing. But, at this point, I was so in need that I was willing to seek out what she could offer.

And maybe, just maybe, this would be the time that making love with your soulmate would provide the unparalleled satisfaction everyone said it would. And it would be the sexual encounter that would prove to me that making love could be superior to raw sex. And maybe fate would be kind, and give me some confirmation that I had made the right choice.

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(Amanda)

Oh my God, the sex was amazing!

I know he had been so stressed out lately, so knowing that I could still be there for him, and give him such pleasure to take his mind off things filled me with wifely pride.

The way he lied back in bed, his eyes almost glazed over with lust as I emerged in my skimpy little nightie. When we kissed each other, it seemed like he had to stop himself from getting carried away, so caught up in the pleasure he was.

That carried over to the sex itself. He was on top of me, smoothly giving it to me, and he had his eyes closed, focused on not going at it too energetically. His grunts and groans were intoxicatingly attractive to me, and as he pumped in and out of me, he made me shiver with excited pleasure. I rubbed my hands on his tensed back as he picked up the pace, nearing his climax, until finally, he ejected his... you know, his stuff... into the condom. I left the room to clean up, and he did the same, and by the time I returned to bed, he was practically passed out.

Seems like I really wore him out!

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(Matt)

The sex was not good.

I tried, I really did. I tried my best to treat sex with my wife like I did before I began this whole crazy adventure. I tried to look at her through those younger eyes, and not with my current, more knowing gaze.

This was my wife, the woman I loved and vowed to spend my life with. I tried to remember our wedding night. She looked so beautiful, like an angel. She was so sweet and cute and pure. She was an angel. She and I had waited till marriage, so seeing her naked for the first time was a thrilling experience. To me, she looked perfect.

Now I couldn't help but see her flaws.

I know it was wrong, and it wasn't even me. It felt like those other women's voices were in my head. Katie and Michelle and Aisha. Their presence kept distracting me, making me compare my wife to them, and each time, my wife came up short.

When I saw her pretty face, biting her lips cutely, an adorable expression that always filled me with affection, now the voices rose from that dark place inside me.

"My little sister is so fucking ugly! UGHH! I got all the fucking good genes, and she got fucking none!" Katie's voice spat out.

"She's such a fucking disgusting troll! I'm embarrassed to be seen with her!" Michelle's voice added.

I tried to shake these thoughts away. My wife was pretty! I had never agreed with their nasty insults of her looks. I couldn't see what they see, but I could never forget their words.

When my wife posed in her cute nightie, a lacy, light pink number, supported by two white spaghetti straps, the hem ending halfway down her thighs, I tried to appreciate what I was seeing. She rarely showed off this much skin. The nightie clung to her slim frame. She looked good.

"Oh my god, she thinks that's sexy?" Michelle's voice asked. "She dresses like an old lady!"

"Ugh, gross! Gross! Gross!" Katie's voice spat out. "Real women like me don't wear shit like that! I wear slutty lingerie, tiny thongs, not that gross shit!"

I again tried to focus on Amanda, and not the voices. But it was getting more difficult. Amanda began pulling her nightie up, exposing her vagina to me.

"Gross!" Michelle's voice said. "Nasty fucking bush!"

"Jesus!" Katie's voice said. "You might get lost in that fucking jungle!"

Yeah, my wife wasn't much of a shaver down there. I wasn't crazy about that, but I didn't feel like it was my place to tell her how to groom herself. I had to admit I found small landing strips or pussies shaved bare far more attractive.

As my wife lifted her nightie over her breasts, exposing them to me, the voices interjected.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Katie's voice laughed.

"Oh my God!" Michelle's voice called out. "Those little things are adorable! They're so tiny!"

"Those are the smallest little boobies I've seen in my life!" Katie's voice crowed out.

"God, she's barely a woman!" Michelle's voice teased evilly.

"Oh my God, I know, right?" Katie's voice replied to Michelle. "Like, a real fucking woman has massive fucking tits! Like me... and you, I guess."

"My tits are bigger than yours, bitch!" Michelle's voice replied.

"Ha! Keep fucking dreaming, you little fucking cunt!" Katie's voice insulted. "My tits are fucking enormous!"

I shook my head, trying to clear their voices away. Was I losing my mind, or were these voices telling me what I was really thinking deep down?

"She's just a girl... we're women." Michelle's voice boasted.

"God, I used to make so much fun of her when we were younger. I'd make fun of how flat she was, even in front of the boys that liked her." Katie's voice claimed.

"Yeah... that's hot," Michelle's voice sighed with pleasure.

"Oh yeah, they would come over being all nice and sweet and wanting to date her. By the end, they would barely be paying attention to her. They'd spend most of the time gawking at my watermelons. A few of them even got a peek..." Katie's voice boasted.

"Mmmm..." Michelle's voice groaned.

I again tried to push these thoughts out of mind, although thoughts of Amanda's older sister's prodigious bust sent a much needed thrill of lust through my erection that Amanda's slim body could not anymore. After spending so much quality time with women like Katie and Michelle, who were so incredibly busty, my wife's slim, gentle, unimpressive A-cups struggled to really do it for me anymore.

"You like?" Amanda asked, biting her lip.

"Yeah," I said, not sure if I was telling the truth. She was obviously very pretty, and she was certainly not unappealing. But I had seen truly lust inspiring bodies, so my wife's curveless frame certainly couldn't compete with those.

As my wife approached the bed, it felt like I had finally drowned out the voices in my head. But, from the silence, a new voice emerged.

"God, your wife is so... pale," a honey-tinged voice said from deep in my mind. I recognized it immediately. "Why would you want a woman with such white skin when you could have my luscious, smooth black flesh?" Aisha's voice asked, causing my eyes to widen. I tried not to let my thoughts betray me as Amanda moved onto the bed, sliding up against me and bringing her lips to mine. I pulled my wife on top of me as we softly kissed. I ran my hands down her body as we made out, my hands ending up clutching her small butt.

"Hon, nobody wants a butt that you can fit in the palm of your hand," Aisha's smooth voice claimed. "You want an ass that can't be contained... like mine. Tell me, do you want to put your hands on my ass? Do you think you could handle it?" I suddenly imagined Aisha in my wife's place, and a shot of lust went through me. Aisha wouldn't be softly kissing me. She would have her tongue down my throat, as she did before. My hands wouldn't be overwhelming her ass cheeks, like they did with my wife. No, Aisha's round, juicy ass would be overwhelming my palms as they tried to dig into the smooth, firm, meaty cheeks. And I wouldn't be feeling my wife's slim front sliding against mine. No, I would be feeling Aisha's bulging black breasts ballooning out against my taut chest.

A jolt of lust went through me with thoughts of Aisha's hot body, and in my fervor, I realized I needed to move this thing along, and fast. I needed some relief.

Within minutes, I was on top of my wife, doing my thing, pumping my condom-covered cock in and out of her. I really fucking hated the condom, to be honest. I was more patient with it before, but after having had so much experience doing it bareback, it was really tough for me to enjoy doing it this way. Amanda had her eyes closed and a warm smile of pleasure as her hands rested on my back. My face was resting on the bed, over her shoulder, concentrating on getting myself off, as my wife sighed softly in my ear, enjoying what I was giving her.

"Why would you marry a bitch who just lies there like this?" Aisha's voice asked, and I grit my teeth and tried to focus on what I was doing. "I wouldn't lie there. I would ride your fucking cock till you couldn't fucking move!" she boasted. "And you wouldn't be so gentle with me. I won't stand for that shit! I want it fucking rough! I want the nasty stuff! I want you fucking my brains out and groping my big black tits with those big married hands!"

I tried to ignore the images she was conjuring up, but I couldn't deny that I was pumping in and out of my wife a little faster.

"Wait, who's this?" Michelle's voice asked, reappearing, listening to this new woman entering the picture.

"Yeah, Matt... who's this bitch?" Katie's voice asked confrontationally. "You better not be fucking some other slut without telling me!"

"I'm his new squeeze," Aisha's voice said proudly. "I'm the one he can't stop thinking about. I'm the hot, black, stripper goddess who's had him by the balls since before he got married."

"Well, I'm the one who's had him by the balls since he got married," Katie's voice claimed. "Even though he's married to my little sister, he's spent way more time in bed with me."

"Oooh. Nasty!" Aisha's voice said with a laugh.

"Hey, I scouted him out first," Michelle's voice interjected. "I've been planning to get him into my bed for years! I put in years as this boring little bitch's best friend just so I could ride her husband's cock!"

"Nice!" Aisha's voice said approvingly. I just kept pumping into my wife, the distraction caused by these warring voices extending this sexual encounter. I just kept at it, gently screwing my wife as she sighed softly in pleasure.

"Well, I think we can all agree that this bitch fucking sucks in bed," Aisha's voice said.

"You guys have no idea how difficult it is to be the best friend of a girl who is terrible in bed," Michelle's voice said.

"Try being related to her!" Katie's voice said. "She's, like, an embarrassment to the family. Seriously. We have to, like, hide her face in group pictures."

"How can a stud like you be married to... that?" Aisha's voice spat out in disgust. "God, it'd be so much better if you weren't tied down by your ugly wife."

"Well, it is kind of fun sneaking around behind Amanda's back," Katie's voice claimed. "Like, seriously, I jacked him off and drank his cum in front of brainless here, and she didn't notice a thing!"

"Wow!" Aisha's voice replied, impressed.

"Yeah, and a couple months back, I let him fuck my ass when I was talking to Amanda on the phone. God, I could barely contain myself. It was so hot!" Michelle's voice added.

"Oooh," Aisha's voice said, tickled by the thought. "I like you two bitches!"

"I swear, we could just get naked and fuck right in front of my idiot sister, and she would find some way to misunderstand it," Katie's voice said.

"All she is a fucking sex toy for us," Michelle's voice began. "Keeping that fat married cock out of his wife's nasty pussy is so much fun. Making sure she has as little sex as possible, fucking behind her back, betraying her every chance we get, God... it's addicting. She exists to make our sex lives better. You have no idea how hard I fucking cum when we betray my stupid best friend."

"Looking at her now, all she is to Matt here is a loose, slightly moist sex-hole for him to fuck when he can't find anything better," Aisha's voice claimed. I tried to ignore Aisha's claim, but it resonated with me. My body was tensed as I tried to reach my climax, my pace beginning to quicken as I let their words get to me.

"Yeah, she's just one of those ugly, lame, desperate girls a guy only fucks when he can't find anyone hotter," Katie's voice said with a laugh. "Look at her. Her pussy barely grabs at him. How can she be a prude and still be so loose? I'm a huge fucking slut and my cunt grips his fat cock like crazy. Doesn't it, Matt?"

'God yes, it does,' I thought to myself. I began picking up the pace, fucking my wife harder.

"Not as good as my ass does," Michelle's voice interjected. "My ass is so fucking tight, isn't it, Matt? Fucking my ass is amazing, isn't it?"

'Yes, so tight,' I thought. My balls were slapping against my wife's butt as this began to reach the pace of real fucking. It was actually starting to feel really good, when...

"Honey?" Amanda interjected cutely. My eyes opened, and for a moment, my eyes blazed with anger at my wife for interrupting me.

"Can you, uh, slow it down a bit? You're going a bit too, uh, rough for me," she said. For a second, my anger almost boiled over, but I controlled myself. I gave her a nod and began to languidly pump into her at a dull, boring pace.

"I know you want get off, baby," Aisha's voice said lovingly. "All you got to do is imagine me in your wife's place. Instead of pale, bony little white bitch, imagine my hot, fit, luscious black body." Amanda's eyes were closed again, so I was able to look down at her freely. At her cute, scrunched up face. At her flat, sweat-covered chest. But then I replaced her with Aisha, as instructed. Suddenly, below me was the black stripper that had been dominating my fantasies. She was naked, and I could see every inch of her. Her massive, smooth, jutting black breasts, capped by dark, throbbing nipples. Her smooth, flat belly. Her dripping black cunt, spread around my aching shaft, gripping my cock and never wanting to let go. Instead of my wife's restrained, pretty face, I saw Aisha's gorgeous, confident face. Her plump lips. Her hypnotic eyes. Her calm, knowing smile. A jolt of pleasure shot through me as I began to increase the pace.

Even though I was going at the max pace I could with my wife, in my head, it was becoming the hot, lustful fucking I needed.

"Yeah, that's it baby! That's it!" Aisha screamed out from beneath me. "This is what you could be getting! Not this lame ass married shit! You can get some of this real nasty fucking with me! Come back to the club, baby! Come back to me! Baby, come watch me dance, and this is what you will get! We are going to fuck! Do you hear me?? You are going to fuck my brains out... it's just a matter of time. Don't you want to fuck me, baby? You want to fuck my hot black body? You want my tight black cunt? You want to feel my big black tits in your hands?"

I put my hand on my wife's chest as I screwed her, squeezing the small breast lightly, but in my mind, it was a massive black orb filling my palm.

"She's pretty good," Michelle's voice said, impressed by her black counterpart.

"Not as good as me," Katie's voice claimed. "It's me you want to fuck, isn't it?" Katie suddenly replaced Aisha beneath me on my marital bed, a position I had seen her in before. I looked down at her familiar naked, lustful body, watching her big tits jiggling. I saw her knowing, lustful smirk, and my nuts flexed in pleasure. I was getting closer.

"No, you want to fuck me!" Michelle's voice interjected. I suddenly saw her below me, bent forward with her ass raised, my cock drilling her tight, welcoming rear.

"No, it's me, you sluts!" Aisha's voice interjected, her smooth, chocolate body replacing Michelle's, her huge boobs jiggling beneath me as I got closer to my climax.

"No, me!" Katie replaced Aisha again.

"I don't think so!" Michelle reappeared. The women in my head fought for control, and they kept replacing each other in my fantasies. Aisha, Michelle, Katie, Aisha, Katie, Michelle, Aisha, Michelle, Aisha, Katie, Aisha. As I got closer to my explosion, other women entered the fray. Women I had fantasized about before.

"Fuck me, Matt! Fuck me!" the cute young intern from my office screamed out, her cute, smaller teenage breasts were still larger than my wife's.

"Give me that dick!" the sexy barista moaned out, writing beneath me, savoring my married dick as her large, sweat-covered boobs jiggled.

"Fuck me hard, you mother fucker!" the Asian woman from the parking lot spat out, anger on her face as the nipples on her big breasts throbbed.

"Fuck that nasty cunt!" the older woman from the flower shop begged me, her large, mature breasts slick with beads of sweat.

Other women appeared, from my past.

FLASH! My first college girlfriend, a dirty slut if there ever was one.

I tried to shake my head, clearing the cobwebs and looking down again. For just a moment, I saw my wife, before...

FLASH! That slut in high school who always flirted with me.

I looked away, hoping my wife wouldn't notice something was up. I closed my eyes again, scrunching them up before opening them once more. I saw my wife for a split-second, but my twisted mind didn't want to be seeing her.

FLASH! My first crush, the girl next door who became all woman.

I groaned, trying to stifle these naughty thoughts, but it was to no avail. I blinked, trying to clear this image away, when...

FLASH! This other woman from work, the one everyone had a crush on.

I had crossed the point of no return. I was gonna cum soon, and my mind was going into overdrive. Other women appeared beneath me, women I barely recognized, but they all seemed familiar. It was all a blur at this point. It just kept going and going.

But then someone new appeared.

This woman, a woman I knew very well. Her normally calm, cool voice moaning out in lusty pleasure, and just the thought of this specific woman beneath me, at the end of my cock, screaming in lust, her massive tits bouncing, was so indescribably erotic that I didn't want to even think about her even more. It would feel wrong to describe her any further, or even say her name. Despite how hot the thought of her in bed with me sounded, how fucking wrong it was, and despite the fact that the thought of her made my balls twist in pleasure, making me turn the corner towards my explosion, I pushed her out of mind.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fill that pussy with cum!" Katie screamed out, returning to the fray beneath me, aching to be the one at the end of my cock when I exploded.

"Take me! Make me yours!" Michelle moaned, taking her place.