Call Me Bunny

"I plan to." She said, unfazed by his tone. Glancing at her husband she asked, "Give me a good pounding while I lick this limpcicle, hun."

Remaining on her feet, she put one hand on his thigh and the other came to grips with his heavy but soft hose. She jerk-stroked it a couple times as her husband nestled against her ass again. Bending at the knees a bit, she re-absorbed his bloated rod with practiced ease. At the same time she opened her smallish mouth and fed Zeke's tool between her lips.

Three voices moaned in unison. Bunny's dripping pussy felt wonderful once again wrapped around her man. Her mouth filled with saliva as the warm mass of Zeke's big, soft cock filled it. She closed her eyes and breathed in his manly musk. She was dripping at both ends and dizzy with lust.

Jay stared at the back of his wife's head. Her soft ass cheeks were alive in his hands as he struck deeply into her over and over again. The pause in the action had allowed him to bring himself back under control.

More or less.

Zeke still didn't know what to think about what was going on but the whore was slobbering all over his cock while she got seriously fucked. It was wild and exciting and finally, his big, perfect cock began to swell.

Bunny sighed and moaned appreciatively as his cock grew in her mouth. She withdrew for a moment and looked up at the stranger. "OH big boy, I need you in me so bad." she said. She ran her hands up and down gorgeous slab, eyes wide. "I'm going to cream so good on your huge fucking cock."

She jambed herself back down on his nearly full member. It was a lot more than could fit in her mouth now but that was a good thing.

Her cunt spasmed, cumming all over her husbands cock yet again. All told that night, Zeke had cum twice, fucked her for a grand total of just over two minutes and managed to make her climax once. It was such a crying shame that this fine specimen was a two-pump chump. A crime. God's big fat joke on womankind.

But was exactly what the woman calling herself Bunny had expected.

Her husband on the other hand had fucked her for a good twenty minutes, made her lose track of how often she came and still hadn't shot his first load. Any rational observer would have concluded by this point that Zeke had been set up.

Coming up for air for just a moment, Bunny groaned, "Cum now for my baby. Cream my snatch good." Then she jammed her mouth back down on the monster in front of her.

Jay slapped her ass hard, leaving a beautiful pink hand print. Bunny jerked and yelled around Zeke's stiff manhood. Jay gave her another bunch of heavy stabs and then unleashed the flood gates. "Take it you whore!" he screamed. Slightly harsher language than was usually used in their relationship but he had a role to play.

Bunny's cunt never stopped climaxing as her husband flooded it with cream. The hot blasts seemed endless. She choked and slobbered all over Zeke's cock, almost out of her mind with lust.

Jay yanked himself out of Bunny, swaying on his feet. His cock was hard and jerking, tiny pulses of sperm still seeping from the slit.

Bunny was up like a shot, still shaking from her orgasm. Her eyes were wide, almost crazed as she climbed onto Zeke. "Now for the main course." Zeke had a split-second view of her widely open pussy lips and the cream dripping from them before she impaled herself on his ready cock.

Bunny squeaked. "Oh yes! You fill me up so good!" She closed her eyes and savored the stuffed feeling. Nine thick inches to work herself on.

She guided Zeke's hands to her lovely tits and swayed gently atop him. Her hips danced slowly, stirring around his big thing.

Zeke stared at the creature riding him. Her tits were hot in his hands. His big palms completely engulfed them but the soft flesh and rubbery tips seemed to send tingles down his arms. The beatific smile on her face made her look like a depraved angel.

And her cunt was milking him like a daemon. Blood was pounding in his ears. He did not think he'd ever been as hard as he was then.

She was so full of his cock. The heat of it. It felt like the pulsing power of the muscular man's entire body was alive inside her.

Within a minute her slow dance grew ragged as her body climaxed again. She keened softly and bit her lips as chemical fire and ice reverberated through her body. "Oh god that's so good." Her mouth dropped open and her breathing became raid as she began to move more aggressively on top of him. "OH yes, more baby." she whispered mindlessly.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was now a race between her next orgasm (which she really, really wanted) and Zeke's final eruption.

For the man in question, the world had vanished and all that existed was the succubus wrapped around his dick. Time had no meaning. It's like he'd discovered sex all over again. Bunny had entangled him in her carnal world where cock and pussy sang in harmony and pleasure roared like storm-tossed surf.

His final orgasm slipped from him before he knew it was coming. It was simple cause and effect; he was having the most perfect sex of his life so naturally his nuts gave up the goods.

Bunny felt it happening. Zexe flexed and trembled and she felt his cream burst inside her like bubbles of lava.

"Ugh, almost there." she gritted, grinding hard around his surges. No games of mockery or anger now; she needed release. She humped and bounced desperately, rubbing her clit and hissing, "Come on! Come on!"

Zeke continued to hose her insides, cumming so hard his vision went gray. Bunny's pussy quickly began to overflow and her wild contortions whipped it into lather.

Finally "Yessss." she hissed, staring blankly at the ceiling and slapping at her beaver, sending their mingled juiced everywhere. "Oh thank god I made it." She babbled.

Zeke went limp in the rest of his body before his cock began to soften. Bunny continued to move languidly, winding down from the heights she had reached.

The couple calling themselves Bunny and Jay didn't have sex every night. Even the 2 - 3 days each week they indulged, most of the time it was a good session of thirty or forty minutes. Bunny would get her half dozen or ten orgasm and Jared would hose her down with a big nut and Bunny would be good. She didn't need marathons of sex every time... But it helped to know it was possible when she wanted it.

Well... actually, just about every such night one would wake the other for an early am encore, usually very lazy and loving. But still, not a riotous marathon of sex.

Not by Lancaster standards at least.

So, her little session with the two men was at a pretty good stopping point right then. Looking Zeke over, it would be literally hours until he was good for anything. She considered demanding that he go down on her messy cunt but thought that might push him too far; who knew how prone to violence the man was.

His eyes were lidded but she could tell Zeke was watching her. She waited a long while as her body calmed and he shrank inside her. When she was certain she was recovered and wouldn't stumble, she smoothly rose off him and got to her feet.

She stood on the bed over the disappointing stud. She looked down upon him while tracing fingers across her softly shadowed stomach and through her glistening sex pelt. Her breasts cut dramatic silhouettes on the wall, though their peaks were no longer engorged.

"What a waste." she said. Her tone was matter-of-fact. She knelt down next to him and ran her hands along his form. "I would love to see this body in a beefcake calendar. Or maybe up on a stripper's stage." Her hand combed the hair on his chest and toyed with a nipple.

"But you're kinda worthless in bed, aren't you?" she asked sweetly.

"Fuck you." Was Zeke's instant reply.

"Oh you did. Barely." She spun off the bed to stand next to her husband and looked back at the supine man.

Zeke looked at them sideways. "What was this?" He asked.

The woman that would not be calling herself Bunny much longer paused. She knew she needed to handle this right. No reason to push their luck. "Nothing, really. I was just looking for a good time. I might have exaggerated my disappointment with my husband a bit but the point was to get me a stud for the night."

She looked at Jay and smiled. "I mean another stud."

At times during the night she had fantasized about relentlessly mocking and belittling the man but at the moment her heart wasn't in it. And it had finally dawned on her that pissing off a big macho man and threatening his ego could lead to something dangerous.

She gave him a friendly smile. The weird part was that although she was buck naked, sexily disheveled and had already been the best lay he'd had in his life, right then she wasn't sexy. Well, not that sexy. She was just a naked chick.

That was always the way with Zeke. He'd get his rocks off a time or two (or rarely, three) and then he'd just be done with the woman for the night. Which is kinda what Bunny was counting on. Testing that theory had been the whole point of the exercise.

Well, that and the sex.

So Zeke just shrugged. All told, it had been a great night. He had amazing sex and now he could go back to his room and sleep it off in comfortable solitude.

*****

Stacy let herself enjoy watching the delicious dud get dressed. She walked him to the door, still naked. When he copped a feel of her naked ass, she gave him a happy wiggle and another stage smile. She stood casually at the door, seemingly unconcerned about what anyone in the hallway might see. Stacy gave him a pat on his own hard, clothed ass as he passed through the door and then closed it behind him.

She stopped with her back against the door for a moment. Collecting her thoughts, aware that Jared was staring at her. "Did you prove whatever it was you were testing?" he asked, his voice careful.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Well it went pretty much exactly as I expected. But I feel really dumb."

She shook her head and stood straight. "That was really dumb." She repeated as she crossed the room. She stopped at his side for a moment, resting a hand on his arm. She pressed her lips to his shoulder and gently kissed him. "Shower."

She strode into the bathroom. Jared didn't know what to do with himself for a bit. He listened to the shower start and watched her putter with towels while the water warmed. She called to him. "Come on, honey. I think we need this."

She entered the shower first and he soon followed. Stacy grumbled about the tiny bar of soap as she ran it over her body. Jared took it from her and began to cleanse his wife.

They'd had a lot of joint showers over the years. Actually having sex in the shower was more trouble than it was worth but lots of other fun could be had. It had often been excellent foreplay for wonderful nights of passion. And without knowing it, the shower had become a kind of safe spot for the Lancasters. A time to just let silence and intimate contact tighten their bond.

The water ran and ran and ran as an ill-defined psychic stain was wiped away.

Finally, Stacy turned off the water. Jared reached for the towel. His wife absently complained about the scratchy hotel quality of it as he dried her. With her wrapped in the towel and his arms, he finally said, "There was more to whatever that was tonight. Stace, can you tell me?"

She rested her forehead against his shoulder. "I'll tell you what I was thinking when I got this stupid idea but I need to ask your forgiveness first."

Jared could have just said 'anything baby' but they both hated empty words. His silent encouragement was enough. She stepped away from him and pulled on an equally scratchy robe. He followed suit and they returned to the bedroom. They sat on the bed.

"Okay." she said. "I think it was about two years ago. Maybe a bit more. It wasn't too long before we started... you know. Fucking other people." Strangely, she was more comfortable putting it that way than using the word 'swinging'.

He put an arm around her and she continued. "I guess the first thing I should say before telling the whole story is that nothing happened. Okay? It was just a scare but nothing really happened."

Jared went still. "What really didn't happen."

"A guy at work. One of the sales weasels. There was an office party at a bar and he came back to work drunk." She wanted to get through the story now. The words came quickly. "I was still working, he showed up drunk and we were alone."

"The asshole came on to me. Called me frigid and told me I should dress better. Started talking shit about you. About me not getting what I need." She was angry now, thinking about it all again.

"What did you do?" Jared asked.

"When I realized he was drunk... things started getting out of control. I was alone in the office and he kind of wasn't taking no for an answer."

"Stace...?" Jared was glad she'd explained before hand that nothing had happened.

"He was grabbing me. Ended up tearing my blouse." Her hands gripped each other tightly. "We were just right there in the open. In the hallway."

"I started shouting for help." She looked at him. "I don't know how far he would have gone. I keep telling myself he could have realized what he was doing at any time. He may have stopped himself."

"But what happened is that the office wasn't totally empty. Someone heard me and came. Bruce stopped and tried to weasel out of it."

"Bruce?" Jared said, committing the name to memory.

"Yeah. He was one of the sales weasels. Frat boy type. Biggish."

"So someone intervened. What happened to Bruce?"

Now she smiled, "Oh, Mr. Dell fired his ass. Moron made it easy. The whole thing was caught by the security camera. He was on street within half an hour. We never heard from him again."

They sat in silence for a time. "And you didn't tell me because?"

Stacy made a face. "That's the apology I need to make. I'm sorry." But then she hesitated. "I think. I don't know. I still don't think telling you then would have made anything better."

Jared wasn't sure how he felt about that. He couldn't deny, it kind of hurt. He could see her reasoning but at the same time felt obscurely betrayed. But he knew he'd get over it because he also knew how selfish it was to resent decisions his wife made while trying to deal with something difficult.

"Okay. But what does that have to do with tonight?"

Stacy made a meaningless gesture. "Oh, it was just watching all the players down at the casino trying to score with the girls. It reminded me a lot of Bruce."

"At the time, with Bruce, I think the things he said about you and my sex life pissed me off more than him putting his hands on me." she started getting agitated. "The asshole didn't have a clue. Just a big frat boy that was never going to grow up and has never kept a woman satisfied in his life!"

She took a breath. "I just know that's what he's like, you know? Selfish and lazy in bed. And I watched good old Zeke down on the casino floor getting shot down over and over again for two nights. I wanted to prove my theory. I wanted the take one of those meatheads to bed and just see if I was right."

She shrugged. "Like I said. Dumb idea."

******

Author's Note

I just wanted to say here that I know this isn't one of my better stories. It was a concept I wanted to do but the whole thing is kind of forced.

Also, there's a kind of forward written that revels why Stacy and Jared are at the casino and fills in more motivation for Stacy but I decided it gave too much of the story away. I may publish it as a separate post some time if anyone expresses interest.