Fucking My Ex-Wife’s Husband’s Fiancé XX

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by Cristiano Caffieri
Ben Fairly was a young computer programmer who felt a little lost since his wife of just two years had divorced him. She said he was too dedicated to his job and didn’t spend enough time with her and within 3 months of their break-up she was married to an older man who bought and sold gold and worked from home.
The man’s name was Henry Byers and Ben didn’t trust him one bit, the fact was he was still in love with his wife Torie and he didn’t want to see her get hurt. In spite of her replacing him so quickly, and forcing him to sell the house and live in a tiny apartment, he would have given anything to have her back.
He’d heard a few things about Mr. Byers, not only about his unethical business practices but it was rumored that he was a womanizer. This prompted him to follow the gold dealer around, acting like a sort of private eye.
With dark glassed, a fedora and a trench coat he actually felt like Sam Spade, the guy in those classic movies like the Maltese Falcon. He even bought a camera built into a pen and a listening device that could pick-up conversations 50 yards away. Ben was hoping to catch his adversary meeting with women in secluded restaurants or registering at some back street hotel, anything to prove to Torie that he was the better of the two men.
Every minute he wasn’t working he was parked near the fancy house that his wife now lived in and there he’d wait for Byers to make a move. He attempted to follow him for a good two weeks without success, partly because he was not an experience gumshoe and he simply failed to keep up to his target. However, one day he did managed to catch him going into a house on Pelham Street. He was greeted at the door by a gorgeous looking blonde and they kissed – which seemed to indicate that it was not a business call.
Ben was a bit slow with his camera and didn’t get a shot of him going into the house and so he waited for a full two hours for him to come out. To make sure he got a clear shot of them together he hid in some bushes quite close to the door and it proved to be an excellent vantage point.
When Byers came out he kissed the blonde quite passionately on the lips and quickly took off in his car. The woman lingered at the door waving him goodbye and she caught site of Ben with his miniature camera just about to make a quick exit.
“Who are you?, what are you doing in my bushes?” she cried out.
Ben didn’t want to make a run for it as she might call the cops and so he decided to do what Sam Spade would have done – come up with a plausible excuse.
“I’m a bird watcher,” he said, “I thought I saw a Lesser Yellow-bellied Sapsucker in the bushes.”
The woman started to laugh, “You’re a terrible liar – come over here and let me look at you.”
Ben walked over obediently and when he was close enough she took off his glasses and hat and took a good long hard look at him.
“You’re a very handsome young man,” she said, “But why are you following Charles.”
“You mean Henry.”
“No I mean Charles, Charles Winton.”
“No his name is Henry Byers and he’s married to my ex-wife.”
The blonde shook her head, “O my god – don’t tell me I’ve been duped again,” she gave a great big sigh, “He said we were going to be married later this year and obviously all he wanted was to fuck me. Come in and have a cup of coffee and we’ll commiserate together.”
Ben found out her name was Marci McCabe, she had been married twice before and had met Byers via an online dating service. As they sat and drank coffee she kept looking at him and he had the feeling she might fancy him. It turned out to be more than that – she had a dastardly plan in mind.
“How would you like to make love to me,” she asked, “I think it would be fun, he’s fucking your wife and you’d be fucking his fiance – well sort of fiance.”
Now Marci was a hell of a good looking woman, big tits, great legs and a beautiful round ass – he thought he’d be an idiot to turn down such an offer, so he nodded enthusiastically.
“Do you know what would make the whole thing even better,” she laughed, “If we recorded it and I could play it on the TV when he comes back next week, that will give the two timing bastard a shock.”
Before he could agree or disagree she was setting up a tripod and ripping off her clothes at the same time. By the time she had everything set up she was completely naked and she was a knockout.
Ben struggled to get out off his clothes but as soon as he did she took a close up of his dick which was standing upright and throbbing with excitement.
“OK, I’m going to pull back for a wider shot,” she said and after diddling with the switches she seemed satisfied with the framing and immediately bent over and placed to end of his dick between her bright red lips. Ben gasped and was hoping with all of his heart that she was going to absorb a lot more than that – and she did. In fact she plunged it in her mouth almost down to his balls.
“Holy shit,” he cried out as she worked up and down his shaft with her fingers playing Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries on his nut sack. It really didn’t take long for him to cum and when he warned her she took hold of his dick with her hand and squirted his load all over her face. With it dripping off of her eyebrows and the end of her nose she moved into the camera for a real close up.
“Excellent,” she said, wiping off her face, as Ben just stood there with his dick still crying out for more. “I think you should suck my tits and eat me out next,” she continued, “But we need some unusual position.”
She went into deep thought for a second and then BINGO! she came up with an idea. “Why don’t we forget the tits for a moment – I’ll just stand on my head, I do that all the time in my yoga class, I’ll open my legs wide and you can dive right in there with your tongue.”
Marci went up on her head like an acrobat and while she was upside down she asked him to check the framing. When he said it was OK she opened up her legs and there it was – lunch at the Pink Taco.
Ben went down on her with great enthusiasm sticking his tongue deep into her pink folds, licking her slit from top to bottom and occasionally looking up at the camera. It wasn’t long before he felt her cunt begin to twitch and with a loud scream she dropped her legs around his body and pressed her trembling wet groove against his chest.
By this time his cock was hot and hard and desperate to penetrate the voluptuous Marci and so he took over as director, dragged her into suitable position and just drove it into her. She cried out loud as their two pubic areas crashed into one another, and then again, and again, and again until he could feel his love goo racing up the channel and shooting deep inside of her.
“Wow – that’s going to be one hell of a video she said, giving him a big kiss on the lips, “All I have to do is a bit of editing.”
“You seem to know a lot about cameras.”
“Of course it’s my job – I make corporate videos – this little beauty will not only make Charles fucking Henry sit up – it will be a hit on Yourporn or Redtube.”
“But my wife will see it.” he protested.
“O my god you still love her!”
“Yes I do,”
“OK I’ll tell you what, I’ll just keep this for private viewing and I’ll give you some of the videos I’ve made with her husband and you can deliver them to her and who knows you might win her back.”
“That would be great.”
“There’s just one stipulation.”
“What’s that,” he asked.
“Well until I line up another fiance I want you to come over here once a week and fuck my brains out.”
“But if I get back with my wife – how can I explain where I’m going one night a week.”
“Just tell you’ve taken up ornithology and you’re trying to spot a Yellow-Bellied Sap Sucker,” she laughed. THE END
Copyright 2014 Cristiano Caffieri