Buttholing Ch. 03: Epilogue

So, me and Sabrina made a deal. Actually, she volunteered this, which surprised me. It was as if she had a complete understanding of what I was going through, and moved to make sure I was satisfied. Knowing that she was going to college soon, and that we were having more trouble meeting my now intense appetite even during the summer, when we were both as free as could be, she made me an offer. As long as I told her who and what I was doing, I was free to hook up with other girls. Other women. If I had the opportunity, I now had free reign, as long as I kept in mind that Sabrina was my number one.

And this was just in time.

I had an actual work trip to go to not long after we came to this agreement, which meant, for a few days, I didn't have Sabrina to ease my tension. So I was stuck in work meetings with the biggest, hardest, most attention demanding erection of my life, and I couldn't do a thing about it.

Then I ran into Cath.

Cath, the woman who I used to work with. Cath, the woman I had used to flirt with, before I was married. Cath, the woman who had said during that infamous online meeting, when she thought I couldn't hear her, that she'd always had a thing for me. That Cath.

Not knowing many other people there, I hung out with Cath during a lot of the early meetings. We fell right back into our easy rapport, chatting like no time had passed. She didn't give any indication that she had a thing for me, and it was only my now deft eye that caught a few wayward glances towards me. We chatted and joked and had easy conversation, and knowing what I know now, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened had we paired off twenty years prior. Instead of me being with Charlotte, what if me and Cath decided to make a go of it?

I immediately knew a few things about that scenario. Firstly, if I had married Cath, I wouldn't have stepped out on her. Not a chance. Cath is not the type of woman that gets cheated on. Unlike my wife, Cath had maintained her looks and her body. And damn, what a body she still had. Cath was the same age as my wife, but they couldn't be any more different. Cath had large, impressive breasts, still perky despite her age. Her ass was full and firm, and her waist was slim. This was a woman who put in the time and had the discipline to keep herself looking good. She had a nice tan, which stood out when compared to my pale wife. And I knew that she had a few tattoos, one on her shoulder, and one on her belly, near her waist, which told me she was a lot more exciting and open-minded than my prim, conservative wife. But what made her most attractive was her biting, sharp sense of humor. She could curse like a sailor, and she was the type of person who you could easily talk with for hours.

And we did talk for hours, a lot over the first few days. We met for drinks a couple times, and I could sense something happening between us. But while she didn't make a move, she did get a bit more flirty, nothing too crazy, but it was definitely something. It almost felt like she could somewhat sense I was on the market again, despite the ring on my finger.

Her coworker, Betsy, who had also been present at that fateful online meeting, was there as well. An attractive dark haired woman in her twenties, she definitely had the makings of a troublemaker. With her large breasts, a full, firm ass, and a teasing smile, I knew what type of woman she was. I'd worked with her quite a bit, and knew her decently well already. But now, I was looking at her in a new light.

I saw a lot of her over these few days too, sharing drinks with both her and Cath one night, and seeing them paired off during some of the meetings. Betsy and Cath were sharing a hotel room, so they were kind of a unit most of the week. And when the meetings reached a point where we were separated from each other, every time I would look over, I'd see Betsy animatedly talking with Cath, as if trying to urge her into action. And when they'd be talking like this, both would glance over at me.

I knew exactly where this was going.

During a break in the meetings, both of them went up to their room for a bit. I watched them when they returned, and it was only a few minutes into the next speaker's speech when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, opened it up, and saw it was a text from Cath. Opening up the text, my eyes widened, and my lips turned up in a wolfish grin.

I'd just gotten Buttholed by Cath.

It was clearly taken in her hotel room minutes prior. Bent over the bed, chest resting on the mattress, her skirt pulled up over her waist and her thong stretched between her thighs. Her butt was pointed right at the camera, exposing, among other things, that she a had a third tattoo, a thorny rose, right on her ass cheek. In this position, she was reaching back and peeling the cheeks of her ass apart, exposing her nice, tight asshole to me. Clean, and tight, and mouth-watering, it compared to that of a younger woman. And it caused the same reaction as the others I'd been sent.

My cock was hard as concrete in my pants.

I glanced back at Cath, but she couldn't bring herself to look at me. But Betsy did, slipping me a few knowing grins. I wasn't about to draw this out. I knew the game well. I was a fucking expert at this point. So, having plenty of ammunition ready to go, I quickly grabbed a dick pic on my phone and sent it back to her, mere minutes after she'd Buttholed me. When I glanced back at her again, her eyes met mine, heat in her gaze, and we both knew what was gonna happen next.

As soon as the meetings ended, I followed her shaking ass to the elevator. We didn't look at each other once as other people joined us going up. But as soon as we were alone, our lips locked in a fierce kiss, twenty years of lust finally getting released as we got ready to get down. By the time we reached her floor, I carried her down the hall towards her room, furtively opening the door so we could finally get some privacy.

Cath was absolutely fantastic in bed. Energetic and horny and positively filthy, she could more than keep up with my new appetite. She was a kinky little slut, being very willing and eager to take it in every hole she had. And with her wicked sense of humor, I was unsurprised to realize that she had a dirty fucking mouth on her in bed, and she used it to great effect.

But there was a surprising amount of intimacy between us two. There was twenty years of desire coming out, and at moments, it felt a bit closer to making love than hard fucking. That being said, were going to fucking town on each other. But the first time I came inside her, with her on all fours in front of me, me bent over her back, my hands groping her huge jugs and my lips near her ear, I couldn't help but tell her...

"I should have married you instead."

I'm sure we weren't the only people screwing around during these meetings, but I doubt anyone else was getting down as dirty as we were. When the first noise complaint was made, and a knock came at the door, I found myself fucking Cath up the ass while sipping champagne off of Betsy's huge tits.

That was the first of many adventures I found myself having. That wasn't even the last time I was Buttholed that summer. A cute college student working at the mall got my cell phone from a business card I slipped into a little contest jar. She spent the whole time I was in the store giving me the up and down, so I took a chance and made a move. Within two days, she Buttholed me, and by the end of the week, she was riding my cock in the backseat of my car in the parking lot of the mall after one of her shifts.

And then one of the girls at work, one of the ones I always thought might have suspected something was up with me during the whole Buttholing ordeal, she sent me a Buttholing picture of her own. An immaculate photo of her tanned rear end in sexy lingerie, stockings, suspenders, and a thong, cheeks spread, showing off her tanned rear end. It made my mouth water. Later that day, I bent her over my desk and made her scream in pleasure once everyone else had left for the night.

And remember, during the whole initial wave of Buttholing pictures, I had gotten sent a Buttholing picture by mistake? Feeling bold, I texted her back, and we got to talking, and yeah, I banged her too. A cute brunette that was a senior at the nearby college, she was very eager and willing to get her asshole stretched out by my thick weapon.

Sabrina ate up the details of my many encounters, loving that she had changed me so much that I was cheating on her mother so often. Every dirty detail, she savored. But the most surprising encounter of all might have been Cece.

After barely hearing from her for months, as soon as Sabrina had left for college, Cece made contact with me again. Last I heard, she had paired off with some guy, but judging by the pictures she'd sent me, I guessed that hadn't worked out. She shamelessly sent me completely nude photos of herself, showcasing her huge tits, trimmed pussy, and juicy ass to me again. Even seeing her grinning evilly in these photos wickedly sent a shudder of pleasure through me. She offered to meet up with me again, and seeing nothing wrong with that, we met up at her small apartment after work and hooked up, having the same kind of fierce sex we'd had before. But she made me promise not to tell Sabrina about it, so, not wanting to get in the way of their business, I agreed.

I guess I didn't realize she was making a play for me.

I was just enjoying the sex. I mean, I had this eager, gorgeous, positively filthy teenage slut begging for my dick on a regular basis. I wasn't gonna ask any questions. I was just along for the ride. I suppose I should have seen the signs of what she was up to. Firstly, she was blowing up my phone constantly, even more than Sabrina, not only with sexts, but with conversation, talking to me more like a boyfriend than what we actually were. I mean, at this point, I was both her BFF's dad and regular fuck partner, but I was oblivious to the fact that she wanted more. She was clearly trying to consume my attention, and it was working. Due to her proximity, we were probably having sex more often than me and Sabrina were.

And when we were fucking, I noticed her possessiveness come out. She would hold me close, pressing her luscious body against mine, our sweaty skin sliding against each other as we fucked. And as I pumped her eager cunt, she pumped my ego, telling me how amazing I was at fucking her. That she always suspected her last relationship might have been doomed, since the sex with me was always SO much better. That I was the best lover ever. She would fuck me extra-aggressively at times, as if trying to prove a point. And sometimes, as we neared the end of one of our fuck sessions, and I was getting close to cumming, she would moan and scream and beg for me to knock her up. To put a baby in her belly.

I probably should have sensed that she wanted a little more than just these regular hook-ups.

It seems obvious now. I just thought it was all dirty sex talk. Like I said, I wasn't asking any questions. I was just enjoying the ride, enjoying having this very available, very willing Puerto-Rican whore out there, ready to ease my overwhelming sexual needs. I wasn't gonna put an end to a good thing. But I probably should have put the pieces together and gotten my affairs in order, or else things wouldn't have blown up.

And blow up it did.

Somehow, Sabrina found out. I don't know how, but she did. She was mad at me for keeping a secret, but she was way madder at her BFF Cece for trying to pull what she pulled. Despite all the dirty deeds they had taken part in together and separately, to Sabrina, this felt like a betrayal. Sabrina saw me as her man, and seeing that her closest friend was making a move on me in secret... it made the claws come out. They had a legit screaming match, and things got pretty heated, and I honestly thought it might come to blows, a full-on catfight. But cooler heads prevailed. Both were able to calm down enough to get to the bottom of what happened. When they talked it out, and Cece revealed how hurt she had been with what happened with the guy she'd been pursuing, she admitted that she might not have been thinking straight. That she got a bit hurt and desperate and that's why she made a move on me, a sure thing, someone who she could rely on in every way. At this, the tensions began to simmer. Sabrina and her talked it out and came to a deal.

When Sabrina was busy with school, and Cece was at home, she could be my hook-up. My main kinky sex outlet. But Sabrina was still my number one whenever she had free time, and due to recent events, Sabrina expected me to visit more often. My daughter still expected to be getting most of the sex from me. That was the deal. And in making that deal, the friendship was saved.

So me and Cece started hooking up without restraint. At her place, and at mine, whenever Charlotte was out of the house. And weirdly, in the same way her and Sabrina were best friends, me and her started becoming friends too. From something as simple as becoming Facebook friends, to the point of texting all the time, sharing many private moments with her, and becoming friendly with her. Of course, our private moments consisted of lots of kinky fucking, sexy moments in public places, blowjobs in the backs of movie theaters, anal sex in the back of my car, and fucking at my office. And through it all, we became very close. And considering I had knocked her up pretty quickly, that was probably for the best.

But Sabrina was my number one, and she would always be my number one. I spent a lot of time traveling back to her place to fuck her brains out, and whenever she was home, we took every opportunity to get it on. And with the added factor of Cece in the mix opened up a lot of options. The tension between them was gone, and both really reveled in the thought that they were each carrying my baby. After everything that had happened between them recently, they had become somehow closer than mere BFFs.

This was my life now. Lots of kinky sex with all sorts of women. A knocked-up daughter and her just as pregnant best friend. Hook ups both at my office and in other cities, hook ups in town. And I barely touched my wife anymore.

I wouldn't change a thing.

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(Sabrina)

Christmas was the first time me and all my friends were back together at home for the first time. With college and all our other private business, we'd not been together since the summer. A lot of stuff had happened since the last time we were all together, but we were all good now. When we finally met up at Devon's new place, all five of us knocked up, in relationships with amazing men, content and happy beyond our wildest dreams, we couldn't have been more satisfied.

We were all in various stages of our pregnancy. Julie and myself had the biggest belly bulges, as we were both about 5-6 months along. Skye and Devon were both about 4 months along, so they had noticeable belly bulges as well, just not as big as both me and Julie. Cece was the least far along, about three months pregnant, and her baby bump was just starting to show.

We were all in good spirits as we caught up on the crazy adventures we'd had since we parted, getting little glimpses into each other's new lives. We'd kept in contact, obviously, we were besties, but there was nothing like catching up in person. But our conversation kept coming up to that crazy weekend we'd shared at the beginning of the summer, and as the night went on, we kept joking about reliving that night then and there. And I can't lie... my finger was hovering over my phone, ready to call Dad, ready to have him sprint over and satisfy five horny, pregnant teenage sluts. As for whether I made that call or not... well, I'll leave that up to you.

Needless to say, it was a great night. No one deserved to have our dreams come true more than us five teenage sluts. We deserved a life of bliss, of getting spoiled rotten and being given everything we ever wanted. Me, for seducing my own father and turning him into the sex-god he was always meant to be. Cece, for not only seducing a man away from his wife and destroying a charity, but for also helping my sex-god father to ease his sexual need when I couldn't. Devon, for stealing a friend of her father's, fucking him in front of his wife and absolutely destroying her, and spurring him into starting up a rival company to her dad. Skye, for proving herself superior to an Olympic athlete and seducing her Olympian husband. And Julie, for seducing a nice, kind, friendly young teacher away from his college sweetheart and bringing him onboard to the nasty sex adventures her twisted mind came up with. This was the destiny we'd earned, and none of us could be happier.

It was all thanks to a stupid teenage fad. A thing that some people scoffed at. A thing that some people, like Mom, were grossed out by. But for us, when properly deployed, we had used it to live out our deepest fantasies. All of what we had, the lives we were living, the men who loved us, it was all due to one thing.

Thanks Buttholing!

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