Chapter 3

(Ken)

I’d lived most of my life in or near LA, so I was a big Dodgers fan. At the end of the sixth inning, they were down five runs to two. I was a little depressed until my wife Valery walked into the living room wearing her sexy black, green, and orange Oktoberfest dirndl dress.

The top elevated her breasts and thrust them out, like offering me coconuts on a tray. I fondled them as she kissed me, then she reached under her short skirt and pulled down her panties. I played with a nipple while she stepped out of them and seductively waved them under my nose. “Time for seventh inning sex. Get those pants off.”

I bit the lacy red panties and pulled them from her grasp, then quickly stood and unzipped. She played with my cock through my boxers as I kicked my shoes off and dropped my trousers to the carpet.

I glanced at the screen and saw the Dodgers’ worst hitter walking to the plate. He didn’t even have a base hit in five games, so I focused on my wife’s nice midsize boobs and her hand stroking me through my shorts.

I was fully hard when she slid off my boxers and turned around. She knelt on the middle sofa cushion and rested her upper chest on one of the arms. She pulled up her skirt so I could see her firm buttocks, little rosebud butthole, and pretty pink pussy from behind.

I got in position atop her while the announcer said, “He’s a great runner and outfielder, but undoubtedly one of the unluckiest batters I’ve ever seen. The count is full at three and two, and here comes the pitch. Foul ball just outside third base. That was a ninety-six mile an hour fastball, so it woulda been a Hell of a hit if his aim were better.”

Valery pulled something small from a hidden pocket of her dress and handed it to me, a small bottle of sex lube. She said, “If your aim is off like his and it goes in my butt, I don’t mind. Just get us nice and slippery first.”

“OHMIGAWD! Really?”

“I used an enema so it’s clean. If you pull my hair and force me, it’s not my fault. It won’t be a sin.”

I doubted she was into it and thought she’d be dry, so I smeared plenty of lube on her butt and assured her, “You know I’d never hurt or rape anybody.” I was surprised to feel moisture when the top of my shaft touched her pussy lips.

The announcer asked, “Have you seen anything like this? With a full count, he’s hit six foul balls in a row! Just incredible!”

There was a smile in her voice as she said, “Play along, dummy. I’m not sinning if you force me. Hold me down and rape my ass! Buttfuck me, baby!”

“He bunts it just inside the third base line! Can the catcher grab it in time? He picks it up and turns. Here’s the throw, and what a throw!”

I dribbled a little of the slippery goo on my cock and slowly pushed a finger through her very tight anal ring.

“He made it! Mulligan makes it on base for the first time in six games!”

My penis penetrated her ass for the first time in years! She instructed, “Slow at first, but if it doesn’t hurt I kinda like it. Just pull my hair and make me.”

“Their next batter is in a bit of a slump, too.”

I held the back of her hair and pulled slightly. “Take it in your butt! Let me fuck your tight little asshole!” I slowly thrust halfway a few times, then added more lube and carefully slid in fully.

“The Dodgers are lucky this time. Two on base, and their two big power hitters are up next.”

“Pull harder. Make it hurt, so I have to. Call me all the naughty things you want! Butt rape your whore wife!”

I pulled her hair more firmly. “Yeah! How does it feel, you DIRTY SLUTTY BITCH! Do you like my big dick pumping your filthy ASS?” The warm walls of her rectum on the head and her rump ring squeezing one spot on my shaft felt amazing!

“I like it, but please don’t make me!”

I paused and said, “It’s okay. I’ll stop if you want?”

The crowd booed as the announced explained, “And the pitcher walks him, loading the bases.”

“Sheesh! I’m pretending! Just do it! Rape me and cum in my ass!” I felt knuckles rubbing my scrotum as she played with her pussy. I pulled her hair harder and got out some repressed anger. “Take it, you sleazy cheating slut! Take my cum with your filthy whore dirthole!”

There was a loud “CRACK!” from the tv and the announcer exclaimed, “Wow! A hundred plus fastball, straight into center field! It’s going, going...”

I sprayed a load deep into her colon. “URGH! YES! So good!”

Valery’s climax began as mine ended. Her pelvis spasmed while she whimpered, “Eeeeeeh! Eeeengh! Yuh!”

“It’s outta here! A grand slam! Home run, with the bases loaded! Dodgers take the lead, six to five!”

We rested a while, then my wife said the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “Tonight I want you to rape my pussy like that, nice and hard, while I suck your cum out of Emma. I hope you’re up for two more?”

(Emma)

Life was awful until I met my husband Henry. I was failing most of my classes. My mom kept telling me I had to try harder in school, but I was no good at it. She said I needed to find a job and a place to live by graduation. We were poor and she couldn’t support me anymore. I got fired from five part-time jobs by the time I was eighteen. I dated six different girls and eight or nine guys, but none of them wanted to marry me, or even live with me.

I was lucky to get gonorrhea when I did. They gave me a shot and pills for it, then I met my husband Henry on my way out of the clinic. At first he seemed kind of creepy, staring at my butt as I walked across the parking lot. I stood at the bus stop and he walked over near me. He was my grandfather’s age, but generous and quite friendly. He offered me a ride so I wouldn’t need to take the bus. We stopped for a nice lunch on the way. After some yummy burritos, I sucked him off while he drove me home. We went on six dates in only a week, then he gave me an engagement ring and an appointment for breast implants.

My friends thought it was gross I married a guy over three times my age, but Henry was great to me. He wasn’t hot or anything, but he was the first person I dated that cared about my feelings, if my family was okay, and if I got all the sex I wanted or not. It didn’t hurt that he was rich, too.