Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2005 20:19:04 EDT
From: LarzDominion@aol.com
Subject: Monique's husband

Another true tale from Lars

I'm Lars, one horny dude, and thirty-three years of age at the time of this
tale. This one Saturday night I was entertaining my current main squeeze,
Steven, when I get a call from my friend Monique. She'd just married this bloke
named Richard and wanted to stop by and show him off.

"Sure honey," bring the buck on over, I enthused. Steven, having overheard
our conversation, shot me a dirty look. I just smiled at him and licked my lips.
At that point in the evening I had already divested him of his outer layer of
clothing and had been tonguing his furry jock encased ass mounds over the
dinner table. Sweet!

The evening was still young so I hung up the phone, sauntered on over to
Steve, smacked his bare asscheeks and told him to get dressed. Dressed would be an
overstatement as my raven haired, dreamy eyed, southern boy had arrived on my
doorstep in the sexiest short shorts ever.

Of course, I let Steve slobber all over my cock as we waited for the
newlyweds to arrive. Now, knowing my drop dead beautiful gal pal Monica's taste in men
she would have landed a stunner of a man hunk. I was not to be disappointed.
Wow! When they showed up I could not take my eyes off him.

Rich greeted me with a big grin and a sparkle in his big brown eyes. He stood
about six foot wearing black slacks and a white cotton shirt unbuttoned
halfway down his furry chest. I grasped his strong hand and said "nice to meet ay"
as his eyes slid down to my crotch. There was no missing my moist hardon,
thanks to Steven's wet mouth service, and the spot of precut on my Lei button fly
501s. Oops. I'm sure I blushed. He just grinned bigger and squeezed my hand
tighter. I relaxed and winked right back at him.

His eyes passed over to Steven and widened, taking in his naughty short
shorts. Steve, pleased slut to be noticed that he is, bounced past us to my kitchen
and proceeded to mix up the first round of Martini's for the evening.

We all eased into the living room and the conversation quickly turned to
sexual topics as Steven settled his plump rump onto my lap. Heck, I was pinching
Steve's nips and stroking his six pack as, as Monique gushed on and on about
the joys of married life. "Yeah," I interjected, "a hot ass on demand is damn
good to have around," slipping my hand down to give Steve's ample tush a grope.
"Daddy stop," Steve ejaculated, as he popped up off my lap, and bounced to the
kitchen to prepare round two of the martinis. Richard's stare at my action
was like a laser beam as his complexion became rosy, sweat beading on his brow.
He unconsciously moved his hand up and copped a feel of Monica's perky tit.

"Richard" she squeaked, flying up off the couch. "What will Lars think?" He
just puffed up like the he man that he is, and said. "Must be too much
testosterone in the air, babe."

Now, Monique and I went way back. Living together more than once. I am a
lover of beauty and she sure was one gorgeous gal. While living together, she
usually wore nothing around the house but silk panties and high heels. Mmmmmm...
One time she got the blonde and buff fourteen year old news paper delivery boy
so hot while he was collecting the bill he ended up with his face in her tat
and my randy Dick up his fine smooth big blonde bubble butt. Woof!

Anyway, during round three of the martini's Monique announced that her
husband's favorite fetish was to have his big butch ass spanked. Imagine my
surprise. Richard's embarrassed expression of busted big time spreads across his
handsome face, as he turned a shade of deep red. But he laughed it off and chided
her that she didn't have a strong arm for the job.

"Well, Lars does!" She says, "I've seen him smack some guy's asses pretty
good." Now I'm busted. How well she knows me. Yeah, I love to spank 'em, spread
'em, lick 'em, and fuck 'em like there's no tomorrow.

My beau Steven jumped up and pronounced that "yes he paddles my ass all the
time," as he ran to my toy chest and retrieved my leather paddle. What a boy,
that Steve. "Oh look honey," Monique exclaimed. Richard's eyes widened yet
again at the sight of the paddle, then slid over to my own with a look of what can
only be described as pure animalistic man hunger.

"OK babe, lemma show you how this is done," I say to Monique, taking the
paddle from Steven's grasp. We all stood at this point and I smacked the paddle
down onto my left palm for emphasis. "Bend over, pal," I say, as Monique walks
him over to the dinner table and drops his pants. Richard gives me a sheepish
grin as his jockstrap framed ass is revealed. Yeah, he wants this. And now I
know Monique's set me up.

The dude's wearing' a jockstrap. The naughty bitch planned this outcome all
along. Had her man dressed for this ass pounding occasion? OK I get it. And now
I am gonna get it good.

I take off my shirt as I'm about to sweat. Crack! The first blow to his butt
causing Rich's head to jerk up. "Eeew'" Monique squeals as she lifts his shirt
tails up. Smack smack smack. I love delivering some discipline and this man's
ass is fine. His cheeks are covered in fine black hairs and look moist. Man,
oh man. He arches his globes up to receive more instruction. Smack smack
smack. Richard moans. How I love to hear a married man moan! Smack smack smack.
He's erect now and I see that he's uncircumcised. Monique reaches around, grabs
his stiffy, and slides his foreskin back and forth over his turgid glands.

"My hubby's got a nice one," she announces proudly. Not to be left out Steven
comes over and spreads Rich's cheeks. "Do his asshole, daddy," he implores.
Well, what's a daddy to do? I drop the paddle and use my hand for greater
accuracy. Smack smack smack resounds as I land the stinging blows on his pucker
with my bare hand. The pretty pink hole winks at me as I realize that my
everlasting hardon wants to penetrate this married man's cherry ring of fire!

"That's enough," Monique declares as she steps between myself and the object
of my lust. "Fuck, Monique, I was just getting warmed up!" "I know but his ass
is mine, all mine," she teases.

Do I detect a look of disappointment of Rich's face as he hikes up his pants?
You know I do. That bloke was all about his hot butch straight ass. My kind
of guy.

I know I fucked Steven's hot hole three times that night. I'm sure Monique
got similar treatment. Grrrrr... But that's not the end of Richard's tale.

A few weeks later Richard rings me up and says, "Monique's outta town, wanna
hang out?" Lusty hormones immediately take over my brain and better judgment,
and I say, "sure buddy come on over for steaks on the grill and some brews."
The bastard shows up in a ribbed tank top and jeans. Dang, I so want him.

Did I mention that he worked construction? Yeah, high end specialty stuff for
rich folks. A man's man and I chat him up about his experiences on the job.
Apparently the middle aged married dames come on to him and his tool belt. Some
pretty funny stories there but who cares? So I ask him if guy homeowners do
too? "Sure," he says but, of course, he's straight sexually. So far, I think.

Man, he's beaming friendly energy at me. Making me hot and aggressive. So I
ask him when he discovered his preference for having his ass spanked. I'm sure
I leered when I asked this question. "Monique, of course. She said you taught
her all about pleasuring of men's asses."

"Well, she wanted to know," I confessed. "Is she a good student, dude?" "Not
as good as you," he replied. "And I want to learn more, Lars."

Too long of a story short: after we were both nekked and I had him on his
back with his legs in the air I introduced him to his next two lessons. Rimming
and buttfucking! Richard went crazy for the sensation of my beard in his trench
and my tongue on his hot pink hole. Sorry all you PC folks but I fucked him
bareback, spooged on his hole, and licked it all up. He seemed to enjoy the
experience. I know I did. Some things wives just can't do.

I know this reads like fiction but it happened.

Lars