Depraved Behavior

Hi my name is Teri Grayson, and I am a sexaholic. This works out pretty well, because my husband, Lee is also a sexaholic. In turn this has led my husband, and I to share various sexual experiences together.

I have been insatiable ever since, I received my first taste of a cock. I was 19 when I lost my virginity. The experience awoke desires in me. Desires I never expected, desires I had a terrible time controlling.

As I matured so did my sexual appetite. The more depraved, dirty, raunchy the sex was the more I enjoyed it. To say I was kinky would be an understatement. My sexual appetite has got me into more trouble, and bad situations, than I can count. Luckily for you the reader, I have countless stories to tell, and they are all true.

I am considered attractive by most standards. I stand 5'6" and weigh about 125 pounds. I have long brown hair with red tint, which cascades in waves down to the middle of my back. It frames a deceivingly innocent face with full red lips, and what has been described as exotic brown eyes. My figure is 36x24x36, with curves that accentuate my natural features.

My breasts are firm and round, with dark brown aureoles, and large constant erect nipples. My legs are thick through the thighs, and terminate into well developed calves. My best feature is my cute little ass. The curves reveal a pleasant round plump form, in the shape of a heart. My thin waist gives way to large hips, this gives my overall appearance an aesthetical pleasing shape to the eye.

Enough about me, I think you get the idea. I'm a sexually charged female, who just happens to have the looks to go with the sexual appetite. As my husband likes to say; I have the looks, and sophistication for any black tie affair, or I can be the hottest little piece a tail at any orgy.

My husband and I had been married about six months. I had never been happier, or more sexually satisfied in all my 28 years. At 30 years of age he is a wonderful lover, with a sexual appetite that rivals my own. He was so open minded to all my role play games, and kinky hang ups. He loved the idea, that I would do anything to please him. As wild as I was sexually nothing prepared him for what happened our first Thanksgiving together as husband, and wife.

We live about 900 miles from our nearest relative, and our family was unable to attend a traditional Thanksgiving dinner at our home, and vice versa. So we decided to invite friends of ours to our home for the dinner instead.

I won't bore you with the details of the dinner itself. Nothing really extraordinary or unusual happened. It was a pleasant meal with lots of food, drink, and laughter, and the company was wonderfully entertaining.

My husband and I had invited his best friend Pete who was 35 years old and single. Pete was fairly attractive with sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes. He had a nice upper body with a slight paunch, and was of large build. He wasn't fat just large about 6'5", and around 240 pounds. My husband is a big man but not as big as Pete. I always felt so tiny when standing next to Pete. My petite frame, contrasted to Pete's large stature to such an extreme. I couldn't help but wonder what he was like in bed.

We had also invited two married friends of ours. Anita and her husband John both were 28, as well as Diane who was 29 and her husband Derek who was age 33.

Anita was a short little thing with straight dishwater blonde hair. She was attractive in a plain way. Anita wasn't much on make up, but her smile and deep blue eyes could light up a room. She wasn't heavy, but you couldn't say she was petite either. Her breasts seemed to be too large for her body; at least they appeared that way to me. They strained the fabric of anything she would wear, and often made her look awkward.

Anita's husband John was also short in stature, about 5'8" heavy set, and balding on top. He was always the life of any party. John was charismatic, with a great sense of humor. My sides often hurt from laughing after an evening with Anita and John. I can't say I ever thought of him sexually until this Thanksgiving night.

Diane was a jewel, stunningly beautiful. She was very petite, small breasts with long shapely legs, and an ass to die for. She had long curly black hair that hung to her shoulders with gorgeous green eyes. Her skin was an olive color, and gave her a very exotic look. The guys my husband included, were always checking her out, and sneaking looks. Especially when they thought they weren't noticed, by us wife's'.

I often wanted to tell her the guys were not the only ones looking. I just never got the feeling she had any interest in women. When Diane would look at you with those green eyes it just made one melt inside. In fact her whole essence just seemed to scream come fuck me.

Her husband though was a dud in comparison to her. I couldn't help but wonder how the two of them ever got together? They were just so opposite in their looks and nature. Diane seemed sweet, loving, and kind. Derek on the other hand was rude and obnoxious. Everything he said to me always had some type of sexual innuendo attached to it. I always felt bad for Diane, because I felt she deserved better than Derek.

Derek had thinning black hair, which he wore long in back, and combed over in front. He was thin without much in the muscle department. His clothes always looked to be hanging off of him, in a sloppy disheveled way. I admit I didn't care for him at all, but my husband Lee really enjoyed his company. Lee would always say; that's just Derek, and just shrug his shoulders, as if to say what are ya gonna do?

Everyone had a good time, and all were feeling the affects of the wine and beer, that flowed freely. Seeing our guests had too much to drink, and the hour being so late. We invited our guests to stay the night. All excepted, and we assigned rooms to the couples. With all three bedrooms taken we had to put Pete on the roll away bed in the front room. All said good night and retired to their respective rooms.

As I stepped into our bedroom, I noticed Lee had already stripped off his clothes, and was comfortably under the sheets. I looked in his direction as I glided toward the bathroom, just off our bedroom. He smiled and gave me a wink, and mouthed I love you. I smiled back and disappeared into the bathroom to prepare for bed.

I put on the long Tee I always wore as a gown, removed my panties and bra as always. Lee sleeps in the nude, so I always go to bed with nothing under my Tee. I wanted nothing in the way, just in case he wanted me at some point in the night. When I turned back through the bathroom door, into the bedroom, I was greeted with the soft snore of drunken sleep. Damn I thought no sex tonight. Lee was fast asleep so I gently eased into bed, and lay quietly beside him.

I'm not as much of a drinker as everyone else so, I was still relatively alert. I lay there next to Lee, and I found myself becoming extremely horny. I began running my fingers through the soft bare folds of my lips. Playfully pulling and stretching my full thick lips, and letting them roll out between my fingers. Dabbing my finger in my wet little hole, I would then glide it upwards across my now throbbing clit, and lubricate it with my own juices.

I began to moan softly, and my thrashing though painfully kept to a minimum, began to disturb Lee. Enough so that he looked over at me at one point. I heard him mumble something to the effect, of not tonight. Then just as quickly he resumed snoring.

I thought there was no way I was going to be able to finish myself off. At least not without waking Lee, So being the considerate wife I am. I gingerly exited our bed, and started for the bathroom to get off. As I did this a wild idea crept into my head, and I couldn't shake it, nor did I want too.

I thought what if I slipped into the front room, and masturbated in the Lazyboy lounger. All while Pete slept on the roll away. The thought of Pete catching me with my fingers in my pussy was driving me wild. I could feel my juices flowing, as I inched towards our bedroom door.

My hand was actually trembling as I turned the door knob, and as I held my breath I opened the door. I eased down the hall, and peeked around the corner into the front room. I was emboldened by the sight of Pete, sound asleep on his back. I made my way into the front room, and took my seat in the lounger.

I was directly across from Pete viewing him from the side. He had the covers bunched down around his waist. His bare chest exposed, I began to look at him in a purely sexual manner. His large frame hung off the roll away at the knees. My god he was huge I found myself thinking, and wondered if his cock matched his large frame. I draped my legs across either arm of the lounger. I was lewdly exposed should Pete wake, and turn to see me. Just as I started running my fingers across my clit. I had another wicked Idea, and an evil little smile played on my lips.

What if I turned the heat up? Would Pete kick his covers off, and allow me to sneak a peek at his manhood. With that I jumped up, and quietly went to the thermostat. I eased the dial up from 69 degrees to 78 degrees. I resumed my position on the lounger, and waited for the heat to do its thing.

I teasingly roamed my finger over my clit, all while slipping a finger just inside my damp, moist little love hole. Patiently I waited, never spending too much time directly on my clit. I didn't want to cum before the show started. The thought of getting caught had me totally out of my mind with desire. I could feel my nipples becoming erect. They strained against the fabric of my cotton tee. My juices were flowing freely.

I was extremely turned on. A part of me hoped Pete would awaken, and see my lewd display. My fingers pushed deep past my swollen lips. Probing, pushing, twisting, wishing his cock was thrusting between my legs.

I spread my ass cheeks apart with my free hand. I sought out my tight little opening. I teasingly toyed with the opening. It spasmed delightfully with each pass, of my well lubricated finger. A soft moan escaped from my throat, as I slipped a finger inside. Oh my God, I had never been so hot.

Suddenly Pete motioned with his legs, and in one swift kick the blanket was off. I jumped, startled I removed my fingers, and sat motionless. My legs still spread wide. Each draped over the armrests, of the lounger. My exposed swollen lips glistening covered in wet desire. I watched Pete intently for a moment. I swear, I think, I would have cum right then had Pete turned to look at me. My breathing was erratic. My breasts heaved up and down with each breath. My hard erect nipples were easily visible. Yes, I was quite the sight to behold. Then I heard Pete softly snoring.

I smiled as I realized the heat had done its trick. Pete raised one leg up off the floor, and placed his heel flat on the bed. He made a rather loud smacking noise with his lips, followed by the heavy, deep breathing of sleep.

The act of Pete raising his leg caused a gap between the leg band of his briefs and leg. I had a perfect view of a rather large ball sack. I still couldn't tell how large his cock was, but this tantalizing little peek caused my desire to cum, to heighten.

I started to relax and get comfortable, when a little voice teased my thoughts. I heard "ease his cock out so you have a full view". I tried to resist. I tried to be satisfied with the view, of his balls. I found it to be more of a distraction than anything helpful. I could not concentrate. I just had to see his cock. I eased down off the lounger and crawled the short distance to the roll away. Gently with great care I eased the leg hole of his briefs to one side fully exposing his soft cock.

I sat back on my haunches, and looked at the cock in front of me. Pete was maybe three inches soft, but his balls were enormous. I have to admit I was sadly disappointed. I expected to see a much larger cock even soft. I thought this won't do, and before I could stop myself. I reached up and began softly caressing Pete's limp, lifeless cock.

I felt Pete's cock becoming semi-erect in my hand. This only served to fuel my own ever pressing desire to cum. I placed my hand between my legs, and ran my fingers through the soft flesh of my mound. Eagerly spreading my swollen lips, I sought out my little nub. I moaned softly as my finger danced across my twitching love bud. My other hand continued to softly, knead, and caress Pete's ever hardening member.

I sat back on my haunches once again and observed Pete's cock in its full state. He was maybe 6" in length. His shaft was thick with large veins protruding out, and up towards his bulbous head. The head of his cock has much thicker than the shaft, and had begun to ooze pre cum from the tip.

Instinctively without thought, I removed my hand from my sopping wet pussy. I spread my juices over the length of his shaft. His sensitive member twitched, and lurched, as I slowly traced the veins of his shaft with a well lubricated finger. I licked my dry full lips, and bit my bottom lip as I slowly carressed his meaty knob. Pre chum oozed generously with each gentle squeeze, of my hand.

The size of his cock wasn't what I expected. I fully hoped he was larger than Lee whose cock when fully erect topped out at just over 8 ¼". Though the length wasn't there, I was surprised at the thickness. I observed his fully erect cock in my hand. My hand is small, but even so, I noticed my fingers did not meet each other when circled around the shaft.

Slowly I began pumping the shaft. I thoroughly enjoyed the feel of this thick shaft in my hand. It slid easily in my trembling hand, as I kept it lubricated with my own ever flowing juices. I watched as his ball sac moved in rhythm with the motion of my hand. His balls were the biggest set I had ever seen. The thick shaft stood proudly as it rose up, and away from his magnificent ball sac. I was definitely pleased with the sight before me.

Before I knew it I was gently licking at the sac. Pete's musty pungent scent enflamed my nostrils. As my hand traveled up Pete's shaft his ball sac would pull up with it, and my tongue flicked across the underside of his sac. After stretching the skin of his shaft, and holding it upwards for a few seconds. I would release my grip, and allow his heavy ball sac to rest on my nose.

I steadily worked Pete's shaft, and gently sucked first one ball and then another into my mouth. I let each roll across my tongue before escaping their wet confines. Pete's balls glistened with spittle and I blew my hot breath across them. The heat of my breath intermingled with the cooling spit, and I heard a soft moan escape from Pete's mouth.

Startled I looked up at him and saw Pete looking straight down into my eyes.

"Uh...Teri?" I heard him ask in a half asleep, half drunken stupor.

I put my finger to my mouth to shush him. Pete laid his head back on the pillow, and I heard a low soft moan escape from his lips.

I went back to stroking his thick piece of man meat, and eagerly licking at his ball sac. His cock began to swell as more blood filled the already unbelievably thick shaft. I could feel his ball sac tighten against my lips, and I knew he was about to explode.

Pete brought his other leg up onto the bed, and began rocking his hips in unison with my every stroke of his shaft. Low quiet moans filled my ears as Pete neared the inevitable. Pete gave one final thrust upwards with his hips. He held this position as a thick stream of cum erupted across his chest and belly.

His balls spasmed hard against my mouth as he eased his hips back down to the bed. I pulled his shaft back between his legs and took the blood engorged head into my mouth. Pete's legs grew tense, muscles taught as my tongue swirled around the head.

The head of his cock filled the whole of my mouth as my hand pumped his shaft. I felt Pete's hard cock twitch and spasm as another jet of cum exploded from somewhere deep within his ball sac. The head of his cock swelled and then spewed forth its contents. His cum was thick and massive as my tongue rolled around the spasmodic head. His cock continued to twitch, as my mouth tried to absorb the large amount of cum forcefully exiting his enormous knob.

Moaning through gritted teeth Pete's hands held my mouth to his erupting cock. His cum oozed from the corners of my mouth. The thick gooey jizz coated his shaft and balls. Pete's moans were becoming more audible as his cock twitched, and jerked wildly. Slowly his grip eased from my head, and I allowed his cock to slip from my mouth. His cock quivered slightly and a small stream of cum oozed from the tip.

I patted Pete's cock and looked him in the eye. Again I put my finger to my mouth to shush him. I mouthed the words "not a word." Silently Pete shook his head in understanding, and smiling he laid back down on the pillow. Within seconds Pete was sleeping the sleep of a well serviced man who had a little too much to drink.

Depraved Behavior Door #2

As Pete lay there sleeping, I realized I had completely neglected my pussy. I had failed in my objective to cum. I was soaked in my own juices. I could feel the wetness ease it's way down my thighs. I was beside myself with a reckless need to satisfy my self. That's when I decided to sneak into the first bedroom where Anita and John were sleeping. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking man this girl has no boundaries. The truth is my pussy controls me. It wants what it wants, and I just refuse to deny it.

I opened the door slowly and I noticed the alarm clock on the nightstand read 2:30 am. I took a quick scan of the bed, and saw Anita and John both had kicked their covers off. Anita was turned on her side towards the window. The night shirt I gave her was raised above her hips. I could see her panties had bunched up into the crack of her ass, and exposed the cheeks of her little bottom. The sight of her cute little cheeks, caused my pussy to tingle and throb with excitement.

John lay on his side facing the door. There was a bit of space between John and Anita, but I decided there wasn't enough for me to climb into the bed between them. John had on a T-shirt and a pair of blue boxers. John was lying in a fetile position, and looked like a little boy. I looked down towards his feet, and noticed he still had on a pair of black socks. I almost laughed at the sight of him he looked so comical. Even in his sleep John could make me laugh.

I placed my hand gently on Johns shoulder, and applied a slight pressure. John responded by rolling over flat on his back. I eased down closer,and snuck my hand inside his boxers. John's cock lied there limply within the confines of his shorts. As my fingers raked across his pubic hair, I noticed he had a thick carpet of hair around the base of his shaft. His limp cock and balls were snuggly nestled in the thickest bush, I have ever encountered.

As my finger nails grazed the soft underbelly of his cock, I heard John mutter what sounded like "oh god Anita." It was barely audible, but it caused me to stop, and with bated breath I waited. My hand planted firmly in Johns boxers. Afraid to move I felt Johns hand cover mine through the material of his boxers.

"Mmmmm baby that's my girl stroke your little Johnny." I heard John mutter under his breath.

Holding back the urge to giggle, I began to move my hand over his quickly hardening shaft through the opening in his boxers. I heard John begin to moan so; I stood and placed my finger to his mouth. At that point John's eyes opened, and he found me standing over him, my hand still inside his boxers. I looked at him and nodded my head ok. John responded by nodding his head, in agreement.

I kneeled at the edge of the bed once again, and began to gently pull up on John's shaft. As I did I could tell John was even smaller in length than Pete. John was maybe 5 ½" at most, and nowhere near as thick as Pete's. The one thing John had, that Pete didn't was a wife sleeping next to him. My eyes transfixed on Anita's exposed ass. The excitement of stroking John's cock, while his wife lay sleeping next to him was almost too much to bare.