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Winning (Amanda) through Intimidation
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Winning (Amanda) through Intimidation (Mdom/F, wife,
cuckold, preg)
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell
Greg and I are not brothers, although I've always
considered us that. Our mothers are twin sisters, and
when Greg's dad ran out on them, Greg and my Aunt Lou
moved in with us. I was three and Greg was six. We grew
up together.
Greg was always a big bruiser, wanting to be in
control, and I'd like to have a dime for every time he
beat the ******* out of me, over the years. He was a lousy
student and always a problem - his ******* and my
parents were always bailing him out of trouble. Before
he even graduated from high school, he got into enough
trouble with the law, that Aunt Lou signed her
permission for him to join the Army to stay out of
jail. Greg seemed to love the army, serving 2 tours in
Viet Nam (in some macho-commando type unit), and became
a "lifer."
I was just the opposite. I went to college and, after
my junior year, married Amanda, my high school
sweetheart.
I finished school, got a job and we moved out of state.
Amanda and I have been married for 15 years.
**
A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from Greg. He'd
just retired from the service, after 20 years, and
wanted to come visit us. I hadn't seen him in almost 18
years, and wasn't sure I would even recognize him.
Anyway, he was almost my brother, so Amanda and I put
in for a few weeks vacation and invited him to come
visit.
I couldn't believe what I saw when I picked Greg up at
the airport, that Friday. At 3 years older than me, I
knew he was 38, but he looked 10 years younger than
that. His hair was still clipped short, military style,
and his 6'3" body bulged with muscles on top of
muscles. He looked like he had a 30-inch neck and could
start as a linebacker for the Forty-Niners. He was huge
and mean looking - just the way I remembered him,
growing up. As I was driving home, he punched me in the
arm while we were laughing about something, and I
thought I was going to pop through the car door. He
whistled when he saw the house, and whistled even
louder when he saw Amanda. I knew he would be
surprised. At 32, Amanda had never looked better.
Blonde, blue-eyed, with fantastic skin and a drop-dead
body, she was a knock-out, in that clean, All-American
way.
Greg gave her a long, tight hug and ended the embrace
with a loud, wet kiss on the lips. "Mandy, you're one
prime piece of woman. The last time I saw you, you were
a little scrawny thing, riding by the house on your
bike. You sure have developed! Now, just what the hell
are you doing, hitched up to a little geek like Jim
here?"
Amanda blushed and giggled when Greg patted her rear,
but I saw the little look she shot me. I had warned her
that I remembered Greg as being rude and crude, and
hadn't expected the army to improve on that attitude
very much.
After showing Greg his room, we all moved out to the
patio, by the pool, and had a few drinks. By his second
beer, Greg was acting so at home, you would have
thought it was his house. He was crumbling his empty beer
cans the way I'd crumble a sheet of writing paper and telling
us all the places he had been in the last 20 years.
I got some steaks out for the grill, and we all changed
into swimsuits. I noticed Amanda wore her most modest
one-piece.
We all went into the pool and Greg showed off his hard
body and began horsing around, pulling everyone under,
splashing, and doing cannonballs from the side of the pool.
One time, he wrestled me to the bottom, and I came up sputtering
and gasping for air. I used that opportunity to get out
of the pool and check on the food. Greg got out of the
pool, popped open another beer, and sat down beside me.
"Jimmy-boy, you have paradise here." His eyes were
locked on Amanda as she got out of the pool,
"Yes, Jimmy-boy, I think there's every little thing a
man could want - house, car, beer and beautiful
woman. I think I'm ready to move in."
"Well, Greg, you're my brother; the house and car are
yours to use, but," I nodded at Amanda , "the
woman is married."
He looked at me over the top of the can, "Don't kid
yourself, Mister Suburbia. 'Course, with a
body like hers those big tits and that blonde hair."
During dinner, Greg told us one tale after another -
from war stories about the fire-fights he'd been in,
the medals he'd won, and the men he'd killed, to
drinking contests, and even his sexual conquests. He
could tell a good story and Amanda was hanging
on his every word.
Amanda and I began to
relax and enjoy the evening, and (as usual, after a few
drinks) Amanda became a tiny bit of a flirt. Around
about 10 o'clock, Greg asked if we ever went skinny-
dipping. I guess he could tell from the look and smile
Amanda and I shared, that we had - quite often, as a
matter of fact.
He grabbed the deck of cards and said, "I thought so.
Well, we're all friends here. Let's play a few hands of
'strip blackjack' and then we'll go swimming."
I started to decline, when I felt Amanda's hand on
mine, "What the hell, James. We're all family, and we
don't want to get our guest angry on his first night
here."
She was right. I didn't want to piss off a boozed-up
Greg. Greg was the dealer and, to my surprise, he lost
the first hand. He was wearing only his swimtrunks and
he stood up and lowered them off his hips. He had the
largest, thickest cock I have ever seen, hanging semi-
hard between his legs, and a little surprised I could
see Amanda giving it a close inspection.
He started to deal, and I asked him what he was
betting, since he didn't have any more clothes on.
He smiled at me and said, "Don't worry about it, Jimmy-
boy." He won the next hand, and Amanda and I shed our
shirts. I tied Greg on the next hand, but Amanda went
bust.
"Mandy, Mandy, Mandy. Time to pay the piper, Dear."
Greg grinned from ear to ear as Amanda stood and slowly
removed her bathing suit. I think she was really
enjoying the attention even though she looked a little
nervous as she quickly stripped and sat back down at
the table. "I knew you were a natural blonde - never
doubted it for a moment, Mandy. And your tits -
magnificent. You give new meaning to going 'bust.'"
Greg only lifted his eyes from Amanda's large breasts
to stare into her eyes and smile. Amanda smiled back,
totally confident with her body.
I stood up, "Well, I guess the game's over. Let's go
swimming."
Greg grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back down
into my chair. "Jimmy-boy, what say you and me go mano-
a-mano for one hand? Winner take all?"
"What are we betting, Greg?"
He smiled at Amanda and then looked at me, "Well, the
loser gets the sofa for the night."
"And the winner?"
"Don't be dense, Jimmy-boy. The winner gets Mandy." I
started to get up, "Don't be ridiculous, Greg. This has
gone far enough. You can't intimidate me into a crazy
bet like that." In an instant, Greg grabbed my wrist
and clipped my feet out from under me. I fell forward,
to the table, hitting it with my chin, and was held
there, in his iron grasp. He wasn't even sweating.
Mandy placed her hand on Greg's huge chest. "Please!
Please don't fight. Don't hurt James, Greg."
"I don't want to be ignorant, Jimmy-boy. Let's ask
Mandy if she's game." He turned and looked at her
standing there, naked and glowing in the moonlight.
Still holding me, he stood and slapped his huge semi-
hard dick on the table. "What do you say, Mandy? You
look like a good sport. It'll be a good time for you,
either way. Jimmy and I will play one more hand. You
get taken by the winner. Do you want to be the prize,
you beautiful woman?"
Amanda giggled and hiccupped. She looked at me, then at
his cock, and back at me. She nodded and said, "okay,"
in a small voice. "Good! I'll deal." Greg dealt me 2
cards and I went bust on the third. He stood, grabbed
Amanda around the waist and pulled her into the house.
Over his shoulder, he glanced at me and said, "See you
in the morning, Jimmy-boy. Lock up, turn out the
lights, okay?"
To my right, our bedroom light came on. I walked over
to the window and looked into the room.
As they walked into the room, Greg lifted Amanda by her
waist and tossed her like a little stuffed ******* onto
our bed. He spit onto his hand and rubbed his big cock
a few times.
"Let's just get the 'ice-breaker' out of the way, shall
we, Mandy sweetheart?" He climbed onto the bed, spread
Amanda's legs open and pushed his hard cock into my
wife's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift invasion.
"Oh, Mandy! You're so wet, I could'a saved my spit. You
must get off on all the macho stuff, huh? It sure feels
good stretching your tight little twat, Mmmm, you feel
so good baby."
I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap around Greg's
hips and her arms went to his neck.
"I knew you'd like it rough, baby. I could see it in
your eyes, all night. You like the big, strong types
taking you, don't you?" And he was right. "Mandy" did
seem to like it - hell! - she seemed to be loving it!
She was pumping her hips hard into Greg's. Her
breathing was coming in loud gasps and moans. She was
clinging to him with all of her strength.
I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection I
had. As I watched Amanda start to orgasm, I started
mine, shooting my cum against the wall, without even
touching myself. My legs felt wobbly as I reached back
for a chair and sat down.
I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked by
my Greg and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the
whole thing - angry, jealous, but also very turned on,
very hot.
I could tell by the grunts and moans that Greg was
cumming and Amanda was enjoying his orgasm this time.
Hoping that it was over, I stepped to the window,
again.
Greg rolled off Amanda and grabbed her by the hair,
"Lick me clean, woman. Suck all the cum off me."
Shocked, I watched Amanda position herself over Greg's
still-hard cock and lower her mouth to it, licking and
slurping the goo between her lips. I couldn't believe
it! For our entire marriage, oral sex after I had an
orgasm inside her was out of the question for Amanda -
I always got up and washed myself. Now, she was
slurping up Greg's cum like it was too precious to
waste!
Greg held Amanda's hair in his fist, pulling her head
up and down on his erection. "Yeah, that's good baby.
Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm
loving it baby."
Amanda's head was bobbing as she sucked Greg in and out
of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, her ass
rotating in the air. Greg took his other hand and
inserted three fingers between her legs and into her
exposed cunt. His fingers were glistening with
lubrication when he pulled them out and roughly shoved
one, and then two, and, finally, the third finger into
my wife's anus.
"Oh, you're good! Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now,
listen, you little slut, I'm getting ready to cum and I
want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you
understand?"
Amanda looked up at Greg and quickly nodded. Within
seconds, Greg began to hump his hips off the bed,
pushing his meat even deeper into my wife's hungry
mouth. He was coming, again! And I could see Amanda's
throat working as she swallowed his cum. A glob escaped
her lips and ran down her chin, dropping from there to
her swaying breast. When Greg was done coming in her
mouth, Amanda knelt, caught the errant drop on her
finger and sucked her finger clean.
Greg gave her bare ass a resounding slap, leaving a red
mark. "You are a hot little piece of ass, Mandy, no
denying that. But don't be getting too comfortable,
I've only just started."
And he had. I dozed, fitfully, in the chair. Throughout
the night, I was awakened by the sounds of Greg and
Amanda's uninhibited sex. I may have missed a time or
two, but by my calculation, Greg fucked my wife six
times and demanded and received 2 blow jobs. He was
insatiable - never getting totally soft, always staying
at least semi-rigid. They didn't get much ******* that
night either.
Finally, at daylight, I walked in through the patio
door, only to hear more moans and groans. Then after a
while I heard the shower start and realized that the
noises were coming from the bathroom. I peeked into the
steam to see them both in our over-sized tub, Amanda
bent forward, the water striking her back as Greg
shoved his morning erection in and out of Amanda's
asshole! That was something she had always said
disgusted her, and she never wanted to even try it with
me!
I stood there, with my own morning erection, stroking
it until I added my cum to the sticky, sweaty mess that
was the sheet on our bed. I dressed and went into the
kitchen.
In a little while, Greg appeared and sat at the kitchen
table. "Morning, Jimmy-boy. You don't look like you
slept too well. I slept like a baby. I guess I should
tell you that dealing Blackjack is a hobby of mine. You
should'a cut the cards." He laughed a huge laugh.
"You're a real bastard, Greg. That's my wife you did
that to!" And I swung at him.
Of course, he caught my hand and crushed it in his huge
fist. I crumpled to the floor, my hand still in his
vise.
"I didn't do a single thing to your little lady she
didn't want me to do, Jimmy-boy. And she seemed to like
it, too. She's got a hot and ready little pussy, and
likes to use it. You didn't hear her yelling for help,
did you?"
I managed a "no" between my clenched teeth.
"No, she didn't. Look, she's been married a long time -
she just wanted to have a little excitement. Alright,
now, Jimmy. I'm gonna let go, but you gotta behave,
okay?"
I nodded.
He let go of my hand and I held it gently with my left.
It felt like all of the bones had been crushed to
powder.
Amanda walked into the kitchen, dressed in a skirt and
sweater. She looked like she had gone to a PTA meeting,
instead of fucking her ass into the bed all night. She
looked at the floor and not at me. Greg smiled. "Well,
here's the party girl, now. Jimmy was wondering if you
had a good time, last night. I told him you did. You
did, didn't you?"
Amanda nodded.
"Tell him, so he knows you're alright. Tell him you had
a good time, Mandy. Tell him what you liked the best."
Amanda looked at me, then back to the floor. "I had a
good time, James. I enjoyed myself, last night."
Greg smiled, "See, Jimmy-boy, everything's alright.
Mandy, just so Jimmy can see that you WANTED to
participate in the fun, last night, what say you show
him how you like to suck my wang?"
"No, Greg. I can't do that. Not here. Not this
morning." He reached up and grabbed Amanda by the hair,
pulling her face to within inches of his. "Listen, you
little cunt. You think back to last night and then tell
me you can't. You're the hottest, cock-greediest,
little slut I've fucked in a long time. Don't go
playing Miss-Prim-and-Proper with me. You know you're
my dirty, little whore." He grabbed Amanda by the
shoulders and ****** her to her knees. "Unzip me you
hot little slut. You know what to do."
I stood there, cradling my hand, feeling my cock grow
hard as I watched Amanda take Greg's hard cock out of
his pants, and lower her mouth down on to it. I watched
as my sweet little PTA wife sucked on Greg's big
knarled cock.
"Jimmy-boy, in the spirit of goodwill, why don't you
lift your little lady's skirt and do something useful
with that boner in your pants. Show her there's no hard
feelings for being such a good hostess to your guest."
I didn't argue, because I didn't want to argue with
him. I wanted to do exactly what he was telling me to
do.
Amanda lifted her mouth off of Greg's erection as I
lifted her to a standing position and lifted her skirt
over her bent back, "No, James. Please don't. Not like
this. Please!"
But I didn't care. I dropped my jeans and shorts,
pulled her panties down and entered her wet, steamy-hot
cunt.
I was nearing orgasm, fast, when Greg said, "Try her
back door, Jimmy-boy. It was a real struggle, this
morning, but it should be easier going, now."
I immediately began my orgasm, and I could feel Amanda
clench around me as she started hers, too. When I was
done and slipped out of her slimy channel, Greg pulled
his cock out of her mouth, lifted her over his lap,
until she settled her cunt down onto his erection, and
she rode him to one orgasm after another.
Finally, Greg stood up, still holding Amanda on his
cock, walked to a wall, and pumped into my wife, pinned
to the wall, until he came. Amanda slid off his pole
and to the floor.
Greg stepped closer to her and held her chin up in his
hand. "You know what to do, sweet little slut."
Amanda knelt before Greg, licking and sucking his cock
clean of all our mixed love juices. When she finished,
she gently replaced his still-hard cock in his pants
and zipped them up.
Greg sat back in his chair, "Ah! You know? A guy could
really get to like it around here. Now, who's cooking
breakfast?"
Amanda managed a "I'm so sorry
James," whenever she got the chance, but I watched as
Greg spent most of the day with my wife on
his arm.
I awoke with a start. The clock said it was after 1 am.
The bed was empty beside me, and then I heard the heavy
breathing. Amanda was on the floor, beside the bed, on
all fours, and Greg was plowing into her cunt, doggie-
style. I rolled over and tried to go back to *******. I
woke up after 2 am, and as I looked to the side, it was
obvious Greg was on his back, on the floor, and Amanda
was stifling her cries as she came, riding Greg's cock
as he pinched and pulled her hard nipples on her big,
bouncing boobs. Greg was right - she was a slut!
Greg stayed for well over a week, and it was the same,
every night. Greg came into our bedroom and fucked my
wife, over and over, until the small hours of the
morning. Amanda's mouth and cunt and ass were open for
however and wherever Greg wanted them. It didn't matter to her
whether I was in the house, or even in the same room!
There was no denying the fact that Amanda was really
getting off "being
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