by Michelle, El Sereno
My name is Michelle, and I
got married with my husband Richard in late 1997. We met in high
school and married right after graduation.
I was in love with him, and he was in love with
me. Everything was fine with us, and soon after we got married we
had our first son named Junior. My husband was a great father, but
soon after we had our soon I noticed Richard and I started having
less and less sex. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew that
something was wrong. Richard seemed removed from me, and I noticed
he was more quiet like he felt guilty or depressed or something.
Like I said, I knew something was wrong, but I didn't
know what it was. I didn't know what was wrong, until one day when
I caught my husband in the garage with one of the neighbors.
Usually on Sundays at 10 am I go to church with
my sister who lives down the block. On this particular Sunday, my
sister called me and asked me if I could go to church with her later
that day, instead of going at 10 am like we usually do. I told her
that's fine, and that I would go with her later in the day.
Later in the day, I heard voices in the back yard.
It was my husband talking to this tall homeboy-looking guy. The
guy is about 19 years old, goodlooking and dangerous looking, and
I wondered what my husband was doing with him. I recognized him
as one of the gangster who lived down the street from us.
My husband went into the garage first, and was followed
by the guy in the baggy clothes. Then the door closed behind them.
"That's unusual," I thought to myself, but I didn't think
he was doing anything bad. I waited a while, feeling a little nervous
inside, and then I had to know what they were doing in there, so
I said to myself, "Let me go down there, and offer them something
to drink just to please my curiosity."
Well, I went down there, and I looked through one
of the cracks in the garage. And I saw the homeboy sitting on the
sofa, and I saw my husband kneeling between his legs and bobbing
his head up and down real fast. I literarily shook my head and thought,
"What the fuck?" Did I just see my husband fuckin' giving
head to another guy?
I got really angry, so I looked again through the
little hole, and I saw the homeboy smoking something, maybe it was
a joint, and with his other hand he was pushing my husband's head
down onto his cock.
The homeboy blew out the smoke, and said, "Yeah,
suck my dick, puto."
Then he put the joint down, grabbed my husband's
head with both hands, and barked at him, "Yeah, suck my dick
good, puto." He bit his lips, and started thrusting into my
But this time, I noticed that I was still mad, but
without me knowing it, I started getting interested in watching
the action. I put my eye closer to the hole to make sure I got a
good view of the action.
My husband reached up and pinched the homeboy's
nipples, and the homeboy kept making faces while his pito was in
my husband's mouth. Like nothing, the homeboy again reached down
and pushed my husband's head into his cock. The homeboy acted like
he owned my husband, and he could get him to do anything he wanted.
To be honest, that kind of turned me on. My husband
hadn't been giving me sex, and yet here was a young masculine 19-year-old
gangster telling my husband what to do sexually. The idea of having
a sexually powerful man around turned me on, and at the same time
I got turned on knowing that I had a submissive husband. The idea
of men man-handling my husband and bitching him turned me on.
The only problem though was that my husband was
getting the action, and I wasn't getting shit. I said to myself,
"You know what, if he can mess around, then I can mess around
Then the homeboy said, "I'm gonna cum."
My husband took his mouth off the homeboy's cock,
and jacked off the homeboy real fast.
Then the homeboy said, "Nah, put your mouth
back on it. Eat that shit." Like a greedy pig, my husband went
back down on the homeboy, using his hand and mouth to bring him
to climax. The homeboy tensed, threw his head back, and grunted,
while my husband moved around his dick even faster, and I think
I could hear my husband moaning while accepting the homeboy's cum.
The homeboy thrust up and down a few times as he fucked my husband
with his cumming dick.
When they were done, the homeboy got up quickly
to buckle his pants. For the first time, I saw his dick, and it
was fuckin' huge, fat, uncut and dangling like a dark piece of meat.
I couldn't believe how big it was, and that my husband had been
able to swallow it. Just so you'll know, my husband has a small
dick about 5 ½ inches (it's nice but not big), so I guess
I got kind of jealous thinking, "He won't give me his modest
dick, but here he is sucking on a big ass dick."
Still kneeling in the submissive position, my husband
asked the homeboy, "Do you want some more weed?"
Buckling his pants, the homeboy said, "Nah,
just give me 10 bucks." My husband reached into his wallet
and give a bill (I don't know how much money he gave him.) I thought
to myself, "So this little fucker is even paying him."
I didn't want them to know I had been watching,
so I went inside the house.
That day and the next few days, I did a lot of thinking.
And you know what, to be honest, I was glad that I knew what was
going on because now I did not have to worry that there was something
wrong with me or that I did something wrong to make my husband feel
removed from me or not want me sexually.
My husband wasn't giving me sex and we were not
really communicating either, so that caused me to fantasy about
other men, and I would feel bad that I wanted sex with other men,
but I never betrayed my husband's trust and I was always loyal to
But now I felt differently. Hell, if he could do
it, then shit, I could do it too. The thing is that I usually go
for older, well-established men who can treat me with respect, and
we can hold an intelligent conversation.
I had never really thought about being with a young
thug like the one my husband was having sex with. I guess seeing
him with a young guy who lived outside the law made me kind of curious
too. What is it that he sees in them? I thought to myself, "If
the chance comes, maybe I'll seduce a young thug too."
I went to the super market down the street one afternoon,
and as soon as I walked in I saw the back of a young guy at a machine
that turns coins into dollar bills. Something about him looked appealing,
so I walked slowly to see his front, and he was cute.
He was about 18 years old, handsome like a mother
fucker, with dark smooth flawless smooth, a dark moustache and goatee,
and big beautiful eyes. He definitely looked masculine, and like
a guy who likes to hang out with gangsters and maybe get into trouble.
I didn't know what to say, so I told him, "Excuse
me, do you know what time it is?"
He said, "Nah" in a real masculine young
voice and raised his hands to show me he had no watch. Also, even
through his baggy clothes, I could tell he had a firm nice body.
I told him, "You look so young. How old are
"Eighteen," he said with his sparkling
eyes. I wanted him, so I made small talk with him. He got a little
nervous, and I think I even heard his voice crack a little. I think
he knew that I was hitting him up and that I wanted him. I think
he knew he was about to get sex.
We shopped around together for a few little things,
and then I asked him, "Do you want to go back to my place?"
He said "Yes" real fast and in a nervous
voice. I thought to myself, "How cute! He's nervous. He's probably
I touched his goatee a little and said, "You're
He just smiled nervously and started breathing shallowly.
I thought I saw something twitch in his pants.
Then I told him, "You're excited, huh?"
I reached over and grabbed his hard on. It was real, hard and thick.
I thought of my husband's dick, and I thought, "This is what
I've been missing."
We went inside the house, and we didn't talk much.
I just said, "Come here." And the homeboy charged me like
a bull. He embraced me in a hard passionate kiss. I couldn't tell
if he was trying to stop my air or filling me with passion.
Then his tongue started to explore my mouth, as
his hands began to explore my ass. It was hard to describe, but
being with this guy was a lot different than being with my husband.
The best I could describe it is to say that this guy was like a
lean hard passion that knew no boundary and did not get tired.
He was just hard in every sense of the word, and
he kept coming after me. We kissed and he handled my breast, and
even when he handled my breasts, it was with a touch of pain and
satisfaction, as if the homeboy could not stand if there was an
inch of separation between us. He just brought me hard into his
I found out his name was Raul, and he had fucked
only one other girl, but that was like seven months ago, so he needed
He told me, "I wanna fuck you doggy style."
I said, "No, let me suck your dick first."
All he said was, "Oh fuck," cause he never
had a blow job before, but he was eager to get one. I laid him back
against the pillows, and my hand traveled his tight chest and his
six pack. He had such smooth flawless skin, and a big ass fucking
dick. I didn't measure it, but it was real fat and maybe eight inches
long and uncut.
I started sucking his dick, and he just moaned and
he put his two hands on my head and guided me to his dick. This
reminded me of the time the other homeboy put his hands on my husband's
head as my husband sucked his dick.
But I soon forgot my husband, as I started to deep
throat this guy. Man, he had a big dick, and the more I sucked it
the bigger it got. Raul even told me, 'Man, I've never seen my dick
that big before."
It must have grown another inch or two. Not that I minded, shit,
I was in heaven, after not having dick for so long.
I sucked him for like half an hour while he just
chilled and moaned and played with my hair. Then he said, "Do
you have a condom?"
I said, "Yeah," and put the condom on
him. I felt so good. Man, that young papi knew how to fuck. I sat
on top of him. He grabbed my ass so good, and pulled me down into
his hardness. At that point, we were the most satisfied couple on
I know this is silly for me to say, but I started
getting feelings for this guy. I knew were were not going to end
up as a couple or anything like that, but he was just so fucking
cute, and virile, and had the best body, and the best dick, and
he knew how to use them. Well, I was just in lust with him, and
I wanted to see him again and again and again.
When he came, he was fucking me doggy style. He
was pounding me so hard, my head hurt a little as he pushed me into
the bed with each thrust, but I wasn't complaining. Man, I wished
my husband could handle me like this.
Finally, he came, and he grabbed me real hard by
the waist, and kissed me in the mouth, and he told me that he loved
me as he deposited his sperm inside my hot tight pussy. I kissed
him back, and we cuddled for a little while.
Then we got dressed and I drove him home. I got
his phone number, and we made plans to get together again in three
Needless to say, you know what my fantasy is: to
be with another guy and my husband at the same time. I want the
other guy to be straight and to bitch my husband (that's what my
husband gets for cheating on me behind my back).
At first I thought, I'll arrange to have a threeway
with Raul and my husband, but then I thought, "Why should I
let my husband have my man?" Instead, we should have a three
way with the young stud my husband is sucking off in the garage.
We can have a threeway with his man first, then
we can have a threeway with my man.
I think I'm cool with my husband, but at the same
time I thought I should have a little revenge on him for not telling
me the truth.
I'll tell you a little bit of what I did. One day
that thug homeboy came over, and he was kicking it with my husband
in the garage. I wouldn't leave the two guys together, and I'm sure
my husband was getting pissed cause he wanted me to leave to church
so he can fuck around like he usually did.
They sat on the sofa, and just to fuck with them,
I kept telling the gangster that his pants were real baggy. I could
tell he liked the attention because he loves girls.
The gangster stood up, and I asked him to show me
how baggy his pants were. Then I told him to unbuckle his pants
to show me how baggy they were. Acting stupid, I said, "Wow,
they're really baggy. What's the baggiest size pants you ever wore?"
He told me, "Size 44." And I said, "Oh,
wow, that's really baggy."
Then I said, "Let me see how baggy they are.
Will one of my hands fit in there?" I put my hand in his pants,
and I massaged his hairy legs a little. I think he knew what was
going on because his cock started stirring.
Then I said, "Let me see if two hands fit in
there." But this time, I grabbed his cock. I wasn't jacking
him off, but I was just kinda holding his cock and petting it. His
cock felt even bigger than the guy I was sleeping with, and I thought,
"No wonder my husband is sticking to this one."
I told him, "You have a beautiful six pack,"
and I started to massage his stomach. He lifted his shirt to show
off his stomach even more. All this time I had my hand on his cock,
and it was getting fatter and fatter.
In a nervous cracked voice, my husband said, "Michelle,
I don't think you should be doing that." I think he just got
jealous or confused.
I told him, "Shut up, stupid, I've seen you
sucking his dick." I think at that point, I was angry. The
feelings of hurt and betrayal came back to me, so I pulled down
the homeboy's boxers, and started sucking on his fat dick.
The homeboy just said, "Fuck yeah."
The feelings of betrayal started leaving when I
felt the dick getting bigger and harder in my mouth. I could hardly
close my lips around the base of his cock, and then I was actually
thankful that my husband found such a fine guy.
I think my husband my still in shock, trying to
deny that he fucked around with guys, so I finally told him, "Richard,
don't act stupid, and come down here and suck his cock with me."
Richard still wouldn't listen to me like his pride was in the way
or he was clinging to the last remnant of denial.
The homeboy then told him, "Suck my dick, puto."
And that did it, my husband couldn't stand not listening to the
masculine homeboy, so my husband kneeled down and started sucking
the homeboy's cock.
While he did that, I massaged the homeboy's balls
and played with the part of the shaft that didn't fit into my husband's
The homeboy then asked me, "Can I fuck you?"
I said, "Hell yeah, you better."
So he fucked me on the sofa while my husband jacked
off and watched. The homeboy told me that this is better, and that
he's straight, but he only lets my husband suck his dick because
he gives him money.
I told him, "I don't give a fuck what you are,
as long as you fuck me good." And man, his big long tool fucked
me so good.
Sometimes when my husband is not home, this 19-year-old
gangster comes over and I suck his dick and he fucks me.
My relationship with my husband is better now, and
we started having sex with each other. He told me he stopped having
sex with me because he felt guilty, but now that he knows I'm cool
with him messing around with guys, he doesn't feel guilty each time
he touches me.
Sometimes I wonder if there are other couples like
us out there. My husband and I have talked about meeting up another
couple who is into the same thing we are.
Also, one night I surprised my husband with my little
friend Raul. Raul was shocked at first that I was married (I guess
he forgot I told him I was married. Either that, or he didn't believe
me when I told him I was married). Young 18-year-old Raul came over
one night when I asked him to sleep over.
Raul was in bed with me, and I was kissing him.
Then I told my husband to suck Raul's dick. Raul said, "Why
is he going to do that? I don't want him to do that. I'm straight."
Rubbing his chest and kissing his beautiful lips,
I told Raul, "I know you're straight, papi. But this is just
a fantasy of mine. Come on, papi, do it for me?"
"Alright," Raul said, "I'll do it,
but only if it turns you on."
Meanwhile, my husband's mouth was watering
like a motherfucker. He pulled down the top of Raul's boxers and
pulled out his hard 8 inch cock. He went down on Raul, and Raul
made a face of pleasure, and I started to deep tongue Raul. I knew
at that point that we would all be real good friends