Author: [Agamemnon] Stories~collected

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Stories in this collection:

Losing My Wife - *GoG*

Kiss This



Losing My Wife
by Agamemnon

"I'm sorry you had to find about it this way " she said. Right.

I don't detect much sorrow in her voice. She's determinedly hugging her
muscular lesbian lover. A blonde bodybuilder.

A blonde bodybuilder who is cradling my black haired wife and and not even
caring I'm there. Dismissing me.

A few moments earlier I'd walked into the bedroom and... Well.

How had it been?

I'd heard her voice from the bedroom as soon as I closed the front door. In
fact, I stupidly thought at first something was wrong from the urgency and
moaning and had called out her name. As it turned out she was in no state to
hear me.

Still thinking my wife might be in pain, I rushed to the bedroom door and
slapped it open.

Someone was over my dark haired petite wife-of-seven-years. Someone large.
Very Large. What I saw was my wife's legs over the most muscular pair of
shoulders I had ever seen on anyone.

The back was Huge! A V-shape like wings, like something out of a cartoon, all
sweaty muscle and long blonde hair. This person, this Woman(!) was on her
knees pumping away over my ecstatic wife.

I was speechless, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. I felt dizzy.

My wife momentarily saw me over her Lover's shoulder and her eyes grew. Only
momentarily though. The huge bodybuilder was in no mood to stop, she was
completely engulfed in the moment and continued her mighty thrusting. I could
see her thighs and ass flex, working, pistoning on all cylinders, in and out
and in and out of my delirious wife. A belt just above the bodybuilder's black
panties revealed what had to be the harness of a strapon.

Rolling her eyes up, my wife ignored me and returned back to her lovemaking,
this time clearly speaking, her voice rising almost to hysteria, every phrase
in between frantic breaths in the frantic rhythm.

"Yes! Oh yes! Like that! More, More! Don't stop! fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck Me!"
Her Lover obliged.

Two muscular arms, huge bodybuilder arms, held my wife's legs at the knee
level, locking her in place. As my wife was taken, I could see her toes slowly
start curling, tensing and trembling, an indication of an imminent explosive
orgasm. Her Lover was holding her firm and I could see the biceps and back
flex and rise, sinewy huge muscle expanding and working as she continued to
lead my wife to places I realized I had never been able to take her.

The wild lovemaking reached a crescendo in the next few seconds and this was
the first time I heard the blonde bodybuilder's deep womanly voice as she
spoke each sentence. Every word punctuated by a thrust that slammed my wife
into the bed head:

"You! Are! My! Little! Bitch! This! Is! The! Best! Fuck! You've! Ever! Had!"

And then, with even harder thrusts her voice demanding, conquering:

"Say it! Say it! SAY IT!"

Despite tears streaming down my face I realized to my everlasting shame that I
had a huge erection. This debasing, this sullying humiliation of myself and my
marriage had made me harder than i'd ever been before.

My wife was almost fainting from bliss. Multiple orgasms rocked her body. Her
back arched trying to rise but unable to, as the Bodybuilder kept her in
place. She screamed in orgasm but, somehow, words came to her as she managed
in a flood:

"YES! You're my STUD! Everything! This is the BESTFuck! ONLY THIS is Fucking!
Nothing else even cam cl... -mother of! OH YES- YOU! ONLY YOU! I'm YOURS! Fuck
me like this FOREVER!

The bodybuilder placed her arms below my wife's ass and easily lifted her up
bringing her down for a final slam on her cock. As my wife screamed and then
Gasped, her eyes widened in an earth shattering, soul shattering orgasm.
Without touching myself I creamed my pants.

I collapsed on my knees, tears streaming down my eyes, while the wife I loved,
who I thought was mine, kissed her Lover with wild abandon.

I stayed in that position, unable and unwilling to take my eyes away from
them.

Slowly their rhythm slowed and the Bodybuilder's tone became loving,
possessive as she kissed my wife all over her body.

"Baby. Oh sweet baby. I'll take you and hold you and fuck you sweetly,
forever"

They eventually finished. In their own time. My presence reduced to a
side-note to be addressed at some point. Eventually.

My wife put her panties back on in an act of propriety that seemed ironic.
Then it dawned upon me: I no longer had the right to see her naked. There was
no "us" anymore. She clasped her powerful Lover as if to lock her onto
herself, her hands caressing the bulging back muscles. The beautiful blonde
bodybuilder on the other hand, clinched my wife possessively around her arms,
a trophy, with her mighty forearms slightly bulging as she did so. The
bodybuilder's gaze was dreamlike, not even arrogant. I was no longer a factor,
I hadn't even been a sufficient nuisance to warrant a pause while she'd been
so expertly fucking my wife. Her blue eyes looked beyond me as if I wasn't
there.

My wife continued, " so while I'm sorry as this must have been painful for
you, you must understand that I'm not yours anymore. Please pack some clothes.
" she searched my face and added

"You understand I have do this, don't you?"

I nodded. After what I had witnessed I understood.

[Dona Fell Friz]

Hubby never had a chance, poor thing! Imagine your wife in bed with Katka, getting a mind blowing leg shaking fuck off that fabulous specimen of womanhood. You'd have no chance of ever getting her to find you a turn on. Your wife has gone Lesbian and there is no coming back to you now. Maybe you had fantasized about fucking a beautiful bodybuilder? Sorry, but there would be a never-ending line of frustrated “straight” women in line ahead of you, so no point in dreaming about what you can never have.

[agamemnon]

Kiss This
by agamemnon

For all you out there...A new story.
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ShereenF.jpg

Just two words on the image she has emailed me.

I see the image on my computer screen

Why has She sent it? What is Her riddle?

(And now the capitalization in my mind’s eye does not escape me: ’Her riddle and not ‘her riddle’ . I do not normally consider myself a subservient, a bottom, but She has taken hold of my soul over the past month in such a way that I think of Her in these terms, I realize. It feels natural. Correct.)

I’ll try and go beyond my body’s -my Being’s- immediate response to the image.

I am of course aroused.

This is hardly novel.

But why has She sent this?

Why?

Nothing is random with Her. Nothing.

This is a riddle I must solve before I meet Her.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

You rightly wonder who She is.

Let me attempt to describe.

I find muscular women extremely attractive.

I always have.

But She is more than that.

I saw Her on the web.

Adored and Worshiped by a multitude. (A harem? Yes.)

It intrigued me. I met Her digitally.

Then via Skype.

I was lost. Completely.

She is a force of nature.

Raw power coiled. Controlled. Power beyond dreams.

Shaming men at feats of strength without even acknowledging them.

Her legs seem tectonic. Muscular Pillars.

Her back is titanic. Atlantean. Capable of lifting me as if I weigh nothing. I will weigh nothing. She will wear me upon herself and I will not even register on Her consciousness.

(Is this the conundrum? Do I fear that She will consume me? Her passion and Power certainly can consume me almost as an afterthought. )

Her presence is feline, yet with the heaviness of large cats, like an evolved predator.

There’s a solidity in Her.

Her Arms are Strong.

I do not mean simply visually impressive. Not the often hollow chiseling of bodybuilding (though it ranks highly there. Highly at the very least).

Her musculature, Her Power is… functional.

Minded. Purposeful.

She negotiates life in Her own terms redefining limits in everyone around Her.

You cannot escape Her gravitational pull.

Her very presence makes one question his masculinity. Her Power almost accidentally exudes Sexual attraction.

You measure and find yourself wanting. Wanting indeed.

And all of that.

All. of. that.

Is but one aspect.

One.

You see,

Her eyes.

Calculate, center, see deeply within one’s soul.

Captivate. Possess.

Her curves.

Her breasts.

Oh, Her breasts.

Womanly. Feminine. Huge. (Dare I say it?) Motherly

To be lost there, to suckle.

She is a totemic figure like something of Myth. Of stories told around a campfire.

The primeval Goddess-figure incarnate.

Powerful. Dominant. Motherly.

Wrathful and predatory.

(Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself (She is Large, She contains multitudes) )

And I am about to meet her in a few heartbeats.

I sit on the edge of the bed and look at the picture she has sent me.

I am undressed.

She knows me intimately anyway. Better than I know myself.

In a few moments She will allow me to discover my limits. And take me beyond them.

What is the meaning of this Riddle?

Why “Kiss There?”

It dawns upon me.

She has send it to clarify of course.

It begins with Power.

Between her Breasts and her Power I must begin my Service with feeling Her Power.

Suckling on Her bicep.

Taking within me that hidden meaning. The secret hierarchy which I must understand to the bottom of my being. Where I stand. What I want.

That is the answer.

I understand.

The door knocks.

I walk of my own volition to answer it.

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