Unfaithful Minds

Mark's young curvy blonde wife Harmony was sprawled on their bed, her long legs splayed lewdly apart. Her loud shrieks of pleasure came every few seconds as Mark continued his sloppy ministrations.

Mark's black-haired head was buried in his wife's snatch. Two fingers of his left hand sawed in and out of her tender rose-pink asshole. The index finger of his right hand was rubbing insistently at her G spot inside her cunt. Meanwhile, he had sucked her clitoris and the flesh around it into his mouth, holding not the clit itself but the folds next to it gently with his teeth as the tip of his tongue flicked at her nub.

Harmony couldn't help but scream, as the constant depth charges of pleasure went off in her head. Mark had been licking, fingering and rubbing for twenty minutes and she had long since wet the bed and squirted cum into his face and hands several times. Now he had taken her through that orgasmic phase, into the phase of floating euphoria where her whole being seemed to be captured into her sex organs and throbbing ass.

And yet all the time the dark-haired Mark was bringing his strawberry blonde wife to climax he was fantasizing about his sister Rachel.

Rachel was similar colouration to mark, her long thick hair the same almost black shade as his. Whereas his body was muscular covered with a little normal mid thirties fat, his younger sister had until her late twenties been a dancer, a ballerina in fact until her tits ballooned up too big and after that a modern dance specialist.

Ever since he was eighteen and she was twelve he had begun his fantasies of control and sex about his sister. As she went through her teen years his perverted desires became almost uncontrollable.

After she reached adulthood he had dreaded her dating boys (or girls) but in fact Rachel had remained almost chaste, with very few relationships. Meanwhile to sate his own evil lust Mark had taken a very dark path.

Unknown to his brainless wife Harmony.

And just as Mark was faithless to the young woman he was ravaging so thoroughly, so too Harmony was replacing her hard working sex partner with the image of her own lover, Duane, a young black student at the same college she worked at.

Duane was not a careful lover, and he didn't do the oral pleasuring that Mark did.

From the moment sparks flew and Harmony hopped up on a desk and pulled aside her frilly panties one afternoon to let the young stud fuck her, Duane had simply opened up her pussy and mounted her, from in front, behind, sideways... But always a simple, crude thrusting fuck, filling her completely with his big cock but not bothering with any niceties...

Mark pulled his fingers from his wife's ass and wiped them on the nearby towel. He released her pussy lips from his mouth with a single simple kiss and pulled his dripping finger from her womb. Kneeling between her pale pink legs he brought his penis up and laid it on her slit, rubbing it gently up and down.

Harmony didn't want to disturb her monster cock fantasies of Duane so instead of letting her husband's average size member into her cunt she swivelled round and took him into her mouth.

Mark groaned as she sucked him hard and fast, hands free; her speciality. In less than a minute his cock shot its wads into her mouth. Harmony had no problem swallowing the semen offered her, gulping down every drop of the salty diesel gouts of man cream.

They lay next to each other, each completing fantasies about other people.

Mark's flaccid penis was a flap of limp flesh as Harmony slid off the bed and on to her feet. Mark rolled over and grabbed her hip with one hand, trying to roll her back on to the bed.

"No Mark," she reprimanded her husband. "I'm too sore. I'm going to have a shower."

With that, she padded through to their en suite bathroom and half closed the door. A few seconds later Mark heard the shower start. Steam started to faintly billow out from the part closed doorway.

He lay back on bed and stretched like a cat. As usual his thoughts turned back to his sister; her pert full heavy tits, her curved hips, her taut ass, her long legs...

His cock was stiff with the thought of raping his younger sister.

Grabbing his cock and balls in splayed fingers Mark wrapped his index finger and thumb around his shaft, still sticky with Harmony's saliva and his own cum. He began jerking himself roughly to a painful climax as he fantasized about raping his sister.

As always with his little mental one act plays, whether they began with him leaping out of the bushes at her in the park or breaking into her bedroom at night, it ended the same way: his rough taking of her sex, manhandling her, pawing her, raping her intimately and thoroughly in every hole, through every indignity...

He let out a groan of pleasure and his breathing came in shallow pants as his penis throbbed in orgasm, a glob of semen leaking lazily out of the cockhead.

Harmony finished rubbing her clit as she watched her husband from the bathroom doorway. Little did he know, she heard him as he groaned the name "Rachel" as he forced another drop of cum from his tortured cock.

Silently, she slipped into the shower properly now, closing the shower screen as quietly as she could before beginning the tender soaping process of cleaning her bruised asshole and pussy.

Mark lay back exhausted.

Sooner or later he would have to finish Harmony off properly, like one of his anonymous victims. How he would love that day! The stupid fucking bimbo drifting through her parasitic life, good for nothing but fucking... Then out of nowhere, with no warning and no sign, her last day would begin with the most humiliating and roughest sex of her life.

His tired cock filled with blood again at the thought, but even his evil priapic urges weren't enough to rouse his passion.

This time.

Harmony squatted in the shower, enjoying one of her secret pleasures.

With one finger using the lightest touch possible she ever so gently rubbed around her ass ring. Even though it had been used so roughly by her husband the pleasure this gave her was still immense. Perhaps even enhanced by how tender he had made her asshole.

Her other hand parted her labia, her pussy lips pulled wide open.

Then with a sigh of sheer pleasure she pissed and pissed, a thick powerful rivulet of urine gushing in a splashing tentacle of yellow goodness into the puddles of water in the shower.

The shower head was still pelting her head and shoulders with hot water as she sprayed her own stream. It felt like heaven, especially with the tingling clearing effect it felt like it had on her cunt.

Finally, reluctantly, she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

She really was sore from the fuck session, and that saddened her because she had the chance later on that day to hook up with Duane. He'd promised her something new and different, which was the first time he'd ever given any sign he was interested in anything other than taking her like an animal for a quickie.

Not that she didn't love the feel of him filling her with his African seed. Some days she'd just walk around all day, feeling her panties gradually wetten with his cum as it dripped out of her. Even if it left marks or stains on the chairs she used, she didn't care. She loved the wanton savagery of their animalistic fucking. She loved the dirtiness of being his cumslut.