slut wife

As I cooked dinner I mulled over this sudden change of events. Well I guess it was wasn’t really sudden or unexpected, it was just not what I thought the next step would be.



As we ate dinner and watched the news I asked her if she thought she was going to have sex with him on her date. She said, “I’m not really sure of his plans but I sure hope so.” She smiled, leaned over and rubbed my crotch and continued, “Then I’ll really be that hot little wife you’ve been fantasizing about all this time.”



Instantly I felt my cock grow just a little chubby despite my surprise. My eyes widened slightly, “Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”



“What the hell are you talking about?” she said withdrawing her hand and giving me a perturbed look. “This ain’t kindergarten. A wife having a boyfriend means they’re fucking. I’m not trying to go steady or get to second base. You’re the one that bought me the hot wife ankle bracelet and started all this. I did everything but conceived a child with him on webcam Friday and now you’re asking if I’m going to let my boyfriend fuck me?”



Shit, she was right. I felt like an idiot and it’s too late to act like I was kidding. “Baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess the reality of if all just has me on edge.”



Kay’s expression relaxed as she leaned back over clasping my arm and said, “Honey, I know it’s hard for little boys to share their best toy but remember you’re going to have as much fun as I do. I love you.”



“I love you too,” and we kissed.



After dinner Kay was watching TV and playing “DrawSomething” on her iPad, like normal. I got up from my computer to get a beer and noticed she wasn’t playing a game but watching a hot interracial porn. I said, “Whoa, what the hell you watching?”



She giggled and said that Cavendish had sent her a list of his favorite porns and they’re hot. I could tell they were by the small wet spot revealing a glimmer of pussy through her panties. Yum! Anyway, I told her to send me the list so I could enjoy them too.



Later that night after Kay went to bed I watched some of the videos. They were fucking hot. He had good taste. They were mostly hot wives fucking black bulls and they were the good ones, the amateur ones, the type that show real wives really enjoying a big black cock. I hate those over produced porns, beautiful actors pretending to be the typical house wife.



By the end of Thursday night I had made it through about half of the videos. The husbands watched, videotaped and sometimes participated in various ways. But what really got me going was the intensity of the wives. They just flat out worshiped their bull’s cock and balls.



You could see it in their eyes as they licked slowly up and down a black veiny shaft or held onto their cock with two hands as they suck on the swollen pink knob the size of an apricot, every so often looking at it, kissing it.



Some would cup their lovers big balls in one hand while holding the shaft in the other and proceed to bathe the genitals with their tongue. This was followed by burying their face deep into the soft flesh between the base of the cock and the loose hanging balls where they kissed and then rubbed the essence of their man over their entire face like a fine perfume. This was good stuff.



Friday morning I was pretty exhausted and drained from two late nights of watching hot wife debauchery. It really got me off thinking how these video links were sent to my wife by her boyfriend! I may have been reluctant before but damn I hope Kay gets fucked tonight.



Fast forward, I’m naked with a rock hard boner that I can’t seem to keep my hands off of. I pace the house, get a beer, peak out the window and return to the Cavendish videos. Over and over I repeat these same steps in a different order. God this is torture. When will she be home? Is she fucking him right now? Are we doing the right thing? I’m going to fuck her sloppy wet pussy hard!



I’m naked with a rock hard boner and Kay walks in the front door. Embarrassed as hell I stammer, “What are you doing home so early?” I covered my hard-on like a bad little boy caught in the act. It was only ten o’clock and I thought it would be at least midnight before she returned. “Is everything OK?”



“Yeah, I’m fine and we had a great time,” she said as she knelt down next to my chair. Kay then took my hard cock in her hand and began stroking it with a mischievous yet concerned smile on her face. Damn, they couldn’t have had time for sex but it looked like I’d be the pinch hitter. I was really hoping we had broken new ground, at least more than dinner with a boyfriend.



“Are you horny baby?” Kay asked. Holy shit, I’ve been drenched in hot wife videos for two days and sporting a solid steal hard-on for the last four hours waiting for sex utopia to arrive. I’m so fucking horny I’m going to rape her right after I find out why her date was cut short unless it takes more than five minutes, then the rest of the story will have to wait.



“Yeah, a little. So what happened and why are you home so early? I thought this was your big night. I thought you’d come home late, ravaged and happy.”



She continued to stroke my dick which I was having trouble not shooting prematurely. “Oh, I’m happy and ready to be ravaged. Cavendish is outside and has given us ten minutes to decide if we want to play.”



“WTF?”, I thought. Wait, why have I started using letters for profanity in my own head? Wait, what the fuck! Ok, in the span of one millisecond I’m having a micro conversation with myself and not about the subject! “You mean he’s outside now?”



“Yes pumpkin, now,” looking at me with pleading eyes.” He was going to come in with me but I asked him to give me a moment with you. He agreed only because this is our first time. I need this Tim. I need it now. We’ve been playing all week with this and now we’re going to do it.”



There were several problems here but I was so fucking horny from anticipation all I could say was, “Ok.”



She smiled, wide eyed, and leaned over and gave my cock head a three second suck and then said, “Thank you,” as she ran out the door.



My dick sat there stupefied. It couldn’t decide whether to grow or shrink. It’s like finding out your archenemy just died. You’re either extremely happy or sad at the human loss but in the end both.



Watching my dick’s decision making processes was interrupted by a large black man being escorted by my wife through our front door. I immediately jumped up to greet him with my well trained business manner when I realized I was standing there naked with a contemplating dick.



“Glad to finally meet you,” I said as I put my pants on. He nodded in an upward direction which I took to mean “Sup”. At least that’s what all the cool people say when they nod that way. Hmm… no more than a head shake greeting but to his credit me being naked didn’t seem to faze him.



“Honey, get Cavendish a drink.”



“Sure, what’s your poison Cavendish?”



“Glenlivet, neat.”



“You’ve got good taste,” I said as I scampered off to the kitchen. Holy shit, my first MMF with Kay. This was going to be great. I poured us both a drink.



When I brought the bottle and drinks back to the living room Kay was cuddled up to him like the love of her life, arms around his waist and her head resting on his large chest. He sat there stoically as I served him his drink.



“So Cavendish what do you do for a living?” I said.



Cavendish said barely audible and ignoring my question, “Do you want me to fuck your wife tonight?”



“What?” I said in a slightly irritated tone. He just sat there and stared at me, not in a threating way but more like commanding an answer. After an uncomfortably long pause I glanced at Kay and said, “Yes.”



“Good answer. We’re going to have a lot of fun. As you know Kay and I have been talking quite a bit over the last month. She has come to understand that she is a sub or submissive and needs me to fulfill her needs. This means I will direct her personal and sexual life but not her family life. Would you like to add something Kay?”



“Honey it’s true, I need this from Cavendish. He already started directing me weeks ago and you haven’t noticed any real change, have you? The only thing we haven’t done is consummate our relationship but tonight’s the night.



“We’ll talk about all this later. Don’t worry we’re not changing things we’re just adding more fun.”



As she said all this Kay had begun to lightly stroke Cavendish’s crotch. I noticed I was gripping my scotch tight as if it was an anchor to the only reality I had left, at least the folks at Glenlivet had put a solid eighteen years into its making.



Cavendish said, “Tonight you will make a symbolic gesture and present your wife to me. I will direct you both. You will only participate in the manner that I specify. “



Wow, this was a lot of stuff coming at me at once.



Cavendish then asked, “Are you in? Are you ready to proceed with tonight’s activities?”



I sat there a moment. Believe it or not, I was still damn horny. I had a million questions and plenty of worries but that would be between me and Kay later. This is my chance to watch and participate in Kay’s first sexual encounter since our marriage.



I swallowed the rest of my anchor and then my pride and said, “Yes.”



“Slut crawl to him, remove his clothes and suck on his cock.”



“Yes daddy,” she said.



Wow, he didn’t waste time but it was starting off good. Kay did as she was told and proceeded to suck me with enthusiasm. It felt great.



“Finger,” Cavendish said.



With that Kay slipped he middle finger into her mouth and pulled it out then sucked my cock back into her mouth. Then she slowly began to work her finger up my ass. Blast Off, we’re going to the moon!



I was shocked and embarrassed but it felt so damn good as she sucked me and fingered my ass at the same time. After a few minutes of turbulence I broke through the outer atmosphere and reached space where I was floating happily along in a new frontier.



Cavendish noticed I had reached orbit and said in his low tone, “Tim grab behind your Knees and pull your legs back,” which I did. Then he said, “Slut finger only.” Kay stopped sucking, placed her finger in her mouth for more lubrication, and then placed me back on course for lunar landing.



There I was with my legs spread wide being penetrated like a virgin bride in front of a practical stranger and I didn’t care. I grabbed my dick but Kay removed it forcing me to experience pure anal penetration, perhaps the only way a man and woman can experience sex in almost the same way. I was definitely going to be giving Kay more anal sex.



Yes, yes! My cock is about to shoot all over my stomach and chest and Cavendish says, “Stop.”



“This is Ground Control to Major Tom…”, I’m left here hanging all alone. I’m in full-on animal lust mode now. You know, that sexual hunger point that drives us to do things we would never do in “real life”. My whole body ached to fuck. It knew its purpose, to breed this woman.



“Good girl,” Cavendish said. Obviously he had already taught her some command terms and she was performing them well. “Tim, strip your wife for me.”



With that Kay stood and faced Cavendish. I needed to make him want to breed her too. That’s the ultimate sexual state, the whole body needing to breed no matter the cost, the mess or humiliation.



I reached around her waist slowly and pulled her short skirt down. She wiggled slightly to help me but more to entice Cavendish. I removed her semi-transparent blouse and accidentally on purpose brushed against her perky tits. As I did a soft moan escaped from my horny wife. While her hands were still in the air I dropped her blouse to the floor and moved my hands back down over her stiff nipples, down her flowing hips to the same white lace open crotch panties she was wearing during last week’s webcam adventure.



I had Kay turn around and bend over. I then slowly pulled her panties down revealing her perfectly shaped ass. At about mid-thigh I paused and reached up to open my wife’s cheeks as wide as I could to reveal the warm tight holes I had to offer him. She arched her back to emphasize her willingness to be mounted by her black lover. He nodded in approval.



My hands roamed down her legs sliding her panties with them until they were around her ankles. Sparkling just above them was the sterling silver ankle bracelet.



Cavendish, in sync with my show, now had his pants at his ankles. His hand stroked his huge hard black cock which inflamed my desire to see his tool penetrate my wife and make her his slut. “Present her,” he said.



Present, but how? In a flash I knew what would make her irresistible. I sat on the couch and positioned a large pillow behind my back so I was sitting on the edge. I had Kay sit high on my lap, I grabbed her legs from behind, and had her spread herself wide as possible with the heels of her feet at the edge of the couch.



My cock was pinned under her ass and it felt good. I reached around with both hands and found her now sopping wet hole. I placed my index fingers inside her sex and pulled it wide open as she had done for him during their webcam date. I scooted a little forward so her cunt was being “presented” and said, “Sir, please seed my wife.”



With that Cavendish rose quickly with savage lust in his eyes and then he made just the slightest pause and walked over slowly and confidently. I’d gotten him! He was out of control for a second with lust. He wasn’t the only one that knew how to control.



As he approached, Kay reached out and grabbed his cock with both hands, one above the other yet his shaft and head still protruded above defiantly. He slapped her wrists sharply which made her release her grip. I felt him spread her legs even wider and he jammed his massive cock to the hilt in one stroke.



I winced. She screamed. My fingers, which had been holding her hole open for him, felt the force of the thrust which caused me to quickly withdraw them. She shuddered on his outstroke and grabbed his ass to assist with his next.



Again, the full thrust of a huge black man’s cock forced deep into her womb. This time Kay’s scream came from immense pleasure. I was not only witnessing this lured scene, in detail, but my cock buried in the crack of her ass was being rewarded by the power of his strokes.



“Fuck me master! Make me your whore,” Kay said as she thrust her cunt forward to meet his strokes.



My hands were now flat, palms down, on her swollen pussy and inner thighs forming a heart shape with my fingers and thumbs spreading her as wide as I could for Cavendish. They encircled her sex so perfectly that I would occasionally feel his cock stroking into my Kay.



Kay had never had a child and her pussy was very tight. With each increasingly rapid stroke her pleasure became an addiction. To my amazement, the fleshy inside of her pussy was being pulled outside about a half inch with each outstroke of Cavendish’s monstrous tool.



He was going for it now. His hard thrusts started to quicken and she was literally bouncing off my lap with a squeal at the zenith of being airborne. I guided her ass crack onto my hard cock as she landed to steal a little pleasure for myself.



The three of us resembled a runaway steam locomotive racing down the tracks. Cavendish’s main rod was pistoning in and out of Kay’s tight cylinder providing the force that drove her along the rail, my cock. Her screams the whistle and her tits were the pressure gauges that Cavendish the engineer tweaked hard from time to time. The train ran full-out for about twenty minutes.



Suddenly, he jabbed deep and hard with a violent force. Kay and I were both slammed against the couch. Cavendish stared like a savage beast into her eyes. We were pinned and frozen in place with a brief moment of absolute silence. Then I felt the slightest of movements, a second, a third, like ripples in a pond washing over your feet. He was filling her.



Before I fully realized the message the ripples had brought I felt the trembling of a violent earthquake in my lap. Kay engulfed his huge muscular frame by wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him as she desperately pulled his ass tight into the home promised exclusively to her husband, me.



Her eruption was unexpectedly quiet with only a low scratchy exhale as if the force of his cum against her womb had forced the last breath of air from her lungs. Her viselike hold on Cavendish was severely challenged as her body shook violently in my lap like a junky without a fix.



As she continued to quiver I felt a warmness on my balls. It was their juices coating my testicles and flowing into the crack of my ass. My cum splattered up my chest.



I may have passed out or entered another dimension, I don’t know. As I became aware of my surroundings Cavendish was seated back in his chair and Kay was meticulously cleaning his cock with her eager tongue, consuming the last remnants of his treasure.



Kay’s round perfect ass was pointing directly at me. Her cunt was gaping open covered in cum. His pearly white sugar was dripping slowly out of her like the frosting on an overheated Cinnabon. This sight would make anyone hungry.



I crawled over to Kay’s ass and scooped some of Cavendish’s cum back into her hole with my finger. I took time to explore her inner cavern as I placed my lips on her puckered brown ring and sucked. Her tight sphincter muscle slowly relented and relaxed enough to crown a little between my lips. Then my tongue force itself deep into her darkest hole.



Kay reach back and stroked my hair twice like I was a good little boy and returned to her cleaning duties. Looking over her ass as I continued my job I saw Cavendish was hard and ready again. “Slut you’re going to eat my cum like a whore,” he said.



Kay said, “Please daddy, I would like that.” To my amazement he pulled her head down by the hair onto one of his thighs positioning her mouth toward his cock. He didn’t want a blowjob he was going to jackoff into her mouth! Held tightly by the hair she opened her mouth wide and eager to be fed. It was incredibly hot watching him stroke that massive tool with the intent of using Kay’s mouth merely as a filthy cum dump.



I rose up to plunge my cock into Kay’s wet pussy but Cavendish looked over and said, “No!” I shrank back down and continued to service her ass with my tongue.



A minute or two later his huge pinkish head grew shiny and purple ready to explode. I withdrew my finger from Kay’s pussy and grabbed my own hard cock and started stroking. “Don’t swallow!” he commanded. The first blast of his sticky cum caught her upper lip leaving a slight ropey white trail to the rest of the cum in her mouth.



I was seeing all this in slow motion. As the second stream arched into her open mouth I slipped down and plunged my tongue into Kay’s hot cunt, licking, sucking and stroking my own straining cock.



The third shot was another direct hit followed by his cock head oozing the remainder of his load down his shaft to his fingers. He wiped his fingers on her cheek and said, “Keep your mouth open and don’t suck.”



Cavendish proceeded to lewdly dip his head into the cum pool in Kay’s mouth and wipe it all around her lips, chin and nose. “Ok, swallow slut.” She swallowed and began cleaning his fingers and cock. My cum hit the carpet and I collapsed onto the floor.



Laying there on my back it occurred to me that I had just been eating my wife’s pussy that was full of Cavendish’s cum. I almost gagged as I realized my lips, chin and nose were also covered with his cum. I wiped my face quickly. “Well it really is cleaner than licking the inside of her ass,” I thought. No big deal it’s just sex. I’ll be more careful next time.



Cavendish told Kay to sit on the coffee table and spread her legs wide. “Open,” he said. She reached down with both hands and stretched open her cum filled pussy. “Your mouth too,” which she did. “Tim, kneel in front of your wife with your hands to your side,” which I did.

My husband was out of town. Again. Sometimes I felt like a single Mom, raising my two kids without a husband present. He made great money, but sometimes I felt like he travelled so much that I didn’t have a partner. In addition, when he was home he seemed distracted, too busy catching up on his own life to pay much attention to me. Rather than his absence making our sex life or our hearts grow fonder, it seemed to be doing the opposite. I was lonely, and I was often very horny. My loneliness led me to fantasies and my fantasies led me to taking things into my own hands on a regular basis.



My next door neighbors were two recently divorced men who had moved in together to save money while their finances recovered from their respective divorces. Tom, the blonde CPA, was often the object of my fantasies. He was about five years younger than me; probably 35 or so. He had a sailboat and had the ruddy complexion of a man who spent a lot of time in the wind and sun. His roommate, Benson, was probably 40, in business for himself with a strong, quiet demeanor that kept people at a distance. That might have been why he was living in a divorce house with Tom. I suspected that his introverted and self-protective nature may have always left his wife feeling like an outsider. But I must say that he was an intriguing man, and nice looking with a good build, and I sometimes found my mind drifting to him as well while my fingers worked their magic.



As time went by, I became better and better friends with Tom and Ben. There were lots of weekend afternoons that we spent together, especially the weekends when their kids were visiting. I must admit that I found the attention from two good looking, virile men to be quite addicting when my husband was away and I was feeling lonely and abandoned. Tom would BBQ, and I’d make a salad. Ben’s specialty was garlic bread, and we often made fun of him for his meager talents; but the kids would play, and we would drink wine, and these two good men would make me feel like I belonged somewhere in the world.



Sometimes when the evening had worn on, and the kids were in the back room playing video games, and the wine had been flowing freely since 3 or 4 in the afternoon, I would share and tell them how much I felt abandoned by my travelling husband. They were two good souls, and they listened to me and encouraged me to be strong and be the best person I could be with the circumstance I was in. They were truly good friends, and I came to love them dearly.



On one such evening, I was complaining that my husband was coming home for about 4 days, and then would be leaving again for almost two weeks. I told them how I felt I had no control in my relationship, and that my life revolved around the whim of his work schedule. In short, I told them, I was nearing the limit of my understanding and compliance. Money was money, but I needed something more. I needed a man in my life. A real man who was there in flesh and blood.



As we sat and drank our wine we could hear the kids in the back room, screeching each time a zombie was killed or a car wrecked. Suddenly, Tom stood up and said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea!”



I was definitely a little tipsy, and I immediately responded, “OK, I’m in!” Ben stated that he needed to hear the idea first.



“Well,” said Tom. “Next weekend is supposed to be fantastic weather for so early in the year. Neither Ben nor I have our kids; I say we take my boat up to Lake Shandon and spend the weekend. We can sail, swim, lay in the sun, and then BBQ and drink more of this very fine wine in the evenings. We could even beach the boat and have a bonfire on the sand!”



“Will your boat sleep you two, plus me and the kids?” I asked, thinking it sounded like a pretty good idea.



“No!” said Tom. “No kids. Adults only. You spend all your time and effort taking care of your kids while your husband gallivants around the country selling medical imaging or whatever he sells. This is your time. Get someone to take care of your kids, and we’ll just be three free souls out for a weekend of fun!”



I honestly did not see anything inappropriate in his suggestion; we were, after all, three great neighborhood friends, and the idea of a weekend at the lake without the kids really did appeal to me.



“Well,” I said. “My sister and brother in law live only a couple of hours away and they could probably take Jason and Char for the weekend.”



“Settled!” said Tom. “It’s the Barton Street Boating Weekend……next weekend!” With that he raised his wine glass and looked expectantly at the both of us. Ben raised his glass and I raised mine, and we both said, almost in unison, “I’m in!”



That night in bed I masturbated furiously, having wild fantasies about having sex with Tom on his boat. I got so excited I actually left a wet spot on the bed and had to move over to my husband’s side. I left it at that, just a fantasy, and fell into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.



My husband came home the next evening and for some reason for the entire four days he was home I didn’t tell him about my plans for the following weekend. I quietly made arrangements with my sister, Maddie, to come pick up Jason and Char and take them out to their house in the country on Friday when they got out of school. I asked her to keep it quiet, although I didn’t tell her why. Tom and Ben and I conspired in private all week on food, wine, games, and other travel plans for our big weekend at the lake. I had no reason to think it was anything more than good friends spending time together, but somewhere, deep in the woman inside me, I knew I was hoping for more.



With our plans all set, I sent the kids off to school Friday morning, took my husband to the airport, dutifully kissed him goodbye, then drove home with great anticipation. With the kids taken care of, and my husband gone, I felt free and released of all my responsibilities. I actually got turned on driving home from the airport, and even felt the urge to touch myself. I didn’t, of course, but I enjoyed just feeling the urge. I felt free.



When I got home, Tom had the boat hooked up to his truck and pulled in front of their house. I raced in, grabbed the bag that I had surreptitiously packed while my husband was still at home, checked to make sure all the doors were locked, and almost ran next door to meet my friends.



The drive up to the lake took about 45 minutes, and I sat on the bench seat between Tom and Ben. I was wearing my swimsuit with just a cover, and was very aware that my bare legs were very exposed to both these hunky men. Every time Tom shifted gears his hand would brush against my left leg and each time it turned me on just a little bit more. The conversation was lively and fun, and we were three good friends headed out for a great weekend.



We got to the lake and launched the boat with Tom’s expert guidance. We loaded our supplies while Tom raised the mast, then motored out from the dock. As soon as we were clear of the buoys, Tom stopped the motor and stripped down to his board shorts. Following suit, Ben did the same, and with the warm sun on me, I took off my cover, leaving only my skimpy bikini covering my vital parts. Again with Tom’s guidance, we raised the sails and were off in the wind.



It was really lovely sailing around the large lake. Tom moved around the boat, adjusting sails and stowing gear. He looked great with his blonde chest hair, strong physique, penetrating blue eyes, and really cute smile. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of a rather large bulge in his trunks each time he shimmied past me with his crotch next to my face. I actually felt the urge at one point to reach out and touch it, but being the good girl I’ve always been, resisted the wonton impulse.



Benson, meanwhile, seemed to be catering to my every whim. Sunscreen? “Sure, Ben.” and there he was with the sunscreen, even being nice enough to apply it to my back. He brought out snacks, the snap peas and blue cheese dressing I had bought on an outing to Trader Joe’s. And finally, after we had sailed for a couple of hours, he went below and came back with a bottle of Chardonnay and three plastic wine glasses. “Let the fun begin,” he said. I thought it already had. I was in heaven.



When that bottle of wine was gone, and half of another, and the sails were down and we lay still in the middle of a back arm of the lake sunning ourselves, we decided it was time to find shelter for the evening and hunker down. Tom motored us to a quiet cove, and just offshore, he let out the main anchor in the front of the boat as Ben let out a smaller one at the rear. When they were both sure the boat was secure, Tom walked over to me and sat down next to me.



“I’m so glad we could all come out together this weekend,” he said, and gave me a big hug. It felt so good to be held by him and I hugged him back, maybe just for an instant too long.



Sensing that I had held the embrace longer than he intended, I quickly pushed him away and called out, “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” and dove over the side of the boat. Both Tom and Ben followed immediately and we had fun splashing and playing in the water. Tom did swim up to me at one point and grab me playfully. His arms and skin felt good in the cool water, and I knew that I had crossed a dangerous line. I was more focused on how good Tom felt than I was the guilt of being there with them without my husband.



The evening was warm and Tom BBQ’ed off the back of the boat. We swam occasionally, prepared food, drank wine sparingly, talked, and felt the day’s fading sun on our skin. It was truly an afternoon to remember. After a great dinner on the boat, Tom went below and brought me a blanket. I was still wearing nothing but my bikini, and the evening was beginning to chill.



Ben went below and came back with a bottle of red wine and three real glass wine glasses. “Ok,” he said. “I’ve been saving this bottle of wine for a special occasion since before I got divorced. It’s a Chateau Laffite Rothschild, 1987. Arguably one of the best wines in the world. My wife didn’t know I owned it, therefore I still have it. Tonight we drink and be merry!”



He opened the bottle and poured us each a portion. “To the three of us,” he said, and put his glass forward to be touched by ours before we drank. I truly felt this was a special moment and clinked my glass lightly against his. I turned to Tom to clink his glass as well and our eyes met, and I felt as though he was looking into my soul in the waning light of the day.



“To the three of us,” he said, and lightly touched his glass to mine, then to Ben’s.



I looked away and took a sip. I don’t know much about wine, but this was very smooth and very, very tasty. “Mm mm,” I said and wrapped the blanket more tightly around me. “Very good, Benson. Very fine.”



I was sitting in the bow of the boat with Tom and Ben on either side of me and I took another sip, put down my glass, and leaned towards Tom. Snuggling up to him just a bit, I sighed and thought about how absolutely wonderful it felt to be with these two good men tonight. Tom put his arm around me, and Ben moved closer, leaning lightly against me. Mmmmm. It just felt wonderful.



We sat in silence as the darkness fell, sipping our wine and just feeling comfortable in each other’s presence. The boat rocked us gently as I felt myself melting into Tom. Ben cuddled me from the other side, leaning in close. I was really in bliss, wrapped warm and comfy in my blanket with men I felt close to snuggling with me on either side.



I felt Tom move slightly, and felt the blanket shift against my legs. Moments later, I felt a hand gently lay itself on my bare thigh and begin rubbing lightly. It felt wonderful, and although I knew I was a married woman, I made no move to resist or stop it.



I leaned into Tom and sighed, which he must have taken as a sign that it was okay to continue. He stroked the top of my thigh down to my knee and back up again as he hugged me close. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of a man’s hand on me. He began kissing my neck and ear lightly as he rubbed my other leg, and let his hand linger near the top. I shifted slightly, parting my legs ever so much, wishing and anticipating that he would move his hand towards my moistening flower. I knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right. I snuggled into his gentle kisses.



I felt Ben move even closer and I reached my arm out and wrapped it around his shoulder, covering him with the blanket as well, pulling him closer as Tom’s hand began straying to the inside of my parted thighs. He began to rub the inside of my thigh, up and down so slowly, so tantalizingly. Each time he would come up just short of the top, deliciously close to my now wanting womanhood, wet with anticipation. Ben must have taken me sharing my blanket with him as a go sign, and I felt his warm breath as he began nuzzling and kissing my neck and ear on my other side. What an amazing feeling having a man on each side of me kissing and nuzzling my neck and cheeks.



I became very aware of the thin sheath of material my bikini afforded between Tom’s potential touch and my now soaking pussy. As he rubbed the inside of my thigh, I snuggled into him even more and tried to will his hand to touch me there. I wanted his touch. I needed his touch. I spread my legs a little wider and thrust my hips forward just a little; just enough to coax him to touch me there. He continued to rub the insides of my thighs slowly and purposefully. He was driving me crazy and he knew it.



Ben was kissing my neck and ear, and I felt his hand under the blanket on the bare skin of my tummy. He rubbed in light circles, then touched my breast on the outside of my bathing suit. I felt my nipple stiffen and I reached up and took his hand and pressed it to my breast. As Tom caressed my open thigh within inches of my wet and aching clit, I pulled my bikini top up and guided Ben’s hand to my erect nipple. He flicked it lightly then gave it a light pinch, pulling gently as he did. It felt heavenly.



Ben moved his lips towards mine and I eagerly sought them out. With my lips locked in a passionate kiss with Ben and his hand gently caressing my nipple, I felt Tom’s hand move up the inside of my thigh and begin to lightly caress my wet slit through the now soaked material of my bikini. He rubbed his hand up and down my sex, adding gentle pressure as Ben’s tongue sought mine in our passionate kiss. I moaned into Ben’s mouth.



I felt Tom’s fingers move from the gusset of my bikini bottom and he began rubbing his finger along the seam of the leg hole. I could feel that he was trying to work his finger under the side of bikini so he could feel my bare sex. I had shaved in the shower that morning and I knew that my little kitty was bare and thought for a moment how slick it must be with my juices flowing so freely.



Suddenly I felt Tom’s finger slide under the material and gasped into Ben’s mouth as it probed my sex, then penetrated me. I pushed back against his hand and for a moment he just held his finger deep inside me. The feeling was amazing, locked in a passionate kiss with Ben, having my nipples stroked and Tom’s finger buried deep inside me.



I broke my kiss with Ben and turned to Tom and he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and I had a very mild orgasm as our mouths melted together in a torrid kiss. Not wanting to make Ben feel left out I reached over and put my hand in his lap and felt for his penis. I quickly found a very hard cock and gave it a squeeze as Tom began moving his finger up to my clit and making small circles around it. He teased me, avoiding the hard nub, but lightly rubbing every inch of my slick lips and skin around it. Still locked in my kiss with Tom, my tongue searching and finding his tongue, I stroked Ben’s hard cock. Ben’s hand left my breast, and I felt him open the blanket wrapped around us. In a moment, his head went down and I felt his warm tongue caress first my right nipple, then move to the left one and do the same.



Just then Tom’s fingertip brushed lightly across my clit. I moaned into his mouth. The gentle rocking of the boat accentuated the heaven I was in. Here I was with my two close friends and neighbors, one with his mouth on my breasts, the other with his hand on my sex. I continued rubbing Ben’s cock through his shorts, and with my other hand felt for Tom’s. When I found it, I was surprised by its size. Ben’s felt normal in my hand; about the same size as my husband’s, which was plenty for me. Tom, however, was much bigger around and I suspected longer as well. It was so hard it felt like stone through the material of his swim trunks.



I felt a momentary pang of guilt when I thought about the fact that I was comparing the size of the cocks in my hands to my husband’s. But it passed in a brief moment, and I knew that what was happening here was meant to be. It had been my secret fantasy. So secret that I hadn’t even admitted it to myself. I wanted Tom; he had been the object of my fantasies. But I wanted Ben as well. I wanted them at the same time.



At that moment, Tom broke our kiss. He pulled his face away from mine and looked in my eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asked, and I felt my heart melt.



“Yes,” I answered. “More than okay. It feels right.” Ben had sat up when he heard Tom speak. I looked over at him.



“Are you okay with this?” I asked Ben.



“Yeah,” he replied. “We both are. We wanted this to happen. We hoped it would happen.”



I pulled Ben to me and kissed him deeply. Then I turned and did the same to Tom. When our kiss broke, Tom moved onto his knees on the deck in front of me. He unwrapped the blanked from around me and put his hands on either side of my bikini bottoms. I lifted my fanny off the seat and with one motion he pulled them down and off. As he did so, Ben reached behind me and I leaned forward. He unclasped my top and pulled it away.



Ben leaned in and began kissing my neck as Tom leaned forward into the V formed by my legs. He gently spread them and I felt his warm breath on my pussy. I felt the first light touch of his tongue on my wet sex and pulled Ben up to kiss me. I reached for Ben’s hard cock again and when I did he untied and pulled open the Velcro fastener. I fished out his cock and felt the smooth warm skin in my cool hand. He was hard, ready to fuck me in an instant if I pulled him to me.



Tom began licking up and down my wet pussy, stopping to nibble and gently suck on my clit. I stroked Ben’s hard cock in time with Tom’s busy tongue as I continued to kiss him passionately. I felt one of Tom’s fingers slip just inside my hole. He held it there as he worked my clit with his talented tongue. Then he slid it in just a little further as he whisked the tip of his tongue over my swollen nub. I began pulling on Ben’s cock. I wanted it near me. I wanted to see it. I wanted to taste it. I was at a feverish pitch, Tom working his magic on my wet slit with his tongue, running his finger in and out of me, touching all the right places.



I pulled harder on Ben’s cock and he got the idea. He got up on his knees on the cushion next to me and offered me his cock. I grabbed it and pulled it towards my hungry mouth, and just as I wrapped my lips around it and began swirling my tongue around the head, Tom slipped another finger into me, then another. He began to fuck me with his fingers as he licked and sucked at my clit. The more excited I became the greedier I felt for Ben’s cock in my mouth. I worked him with my hand as I licked and sucked feverishly. Tom was getting me close, so close to cumming. I reached over with my free hand and squeezed Tom’s cock and when I did, holding two cocks in my hand at the same time, I came hard against Tom’s mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on and on in wave after wave and I sucked greedily on Ben’s hardness as each washed over me.

When I was finished, Tom leaned back and stood up. I gently pushed Ben away from me, and was sad just for a moment as his cock left my mouth.



I sat there looking at them, the blanket fallen away, and my naked body exposed to these two awesome men and friends. “Let’s see,” I said. “Which one of you is going to fuck me first?” I smiled. “Eenie meanie, miney moe,” I said, pointing at each alternately. “Catch a monkey by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, eenie, meanie, miney, moe!” And as I said “Moe”, my finger was pointing at Tom. His boyish face under his shock of blonde hair broke into a big grin.



He stepped forward and I pulled the string on his board shorts and yanked them down. His long, hard cock popped out as they fell and almost hit me in the face. Oh my god! He was huge. I felt just a moment of fear at the thought of that monster penetrating me, but remembered that two 8-pound babies had fit out of that hole, and it should accommodate any cock just fine.



“What about birth control?” he asked.



“I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” I answered as I reached out and took hold of his monster. I pulled him to me and licked it up and down, marveling at the girth and the length. He was rock hard.



“Let me get you a little lubricated so I can fit this big boy in me,” I grinned.



“I don’t think you need any more lubrication,” he laughed, and leaned over me, grabbing the rails of the boat on either side of my head. He bent his legs and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. I looked down and saw the big mushroom head of his cock poised and ready to penetrate me. I reached around behind him and pulled him into me. There was a brief moment of pain as my tunnel expanded to allow his girth to slide all the way up inside me. That brief moment gave way to intense pleasure as I felt him fill me like I had never been filled before. He slowly slid every inch up me and the intense pleasure caused me to gasp, then moan.



I felt Ben’s hand on my breast again as Tom slowly slid out and then back in again up to the hilt. It felt heavenly, Tom’s huge cock filling me, stroking the inside walls of my cunt while Ben pinched and pulled on my nipples. I turned my head to Ben and pulled him towards me, seeking his lips, his mouth as my passion built. Tom began fucking me in earnest, sliding his huge monster in and out of me, while Ben felt the heat of the fuck through our kiss. I was pushing up, meeting every thrust of Tom while I moaned into Ben’s mouth. He was fucking me hard now, hovering over me, supporting himself with his arms as he pounded against my pelvis. Ben moved his mouth down to my nipple and sucked it in as Tom’s cock was hitting all the right places.



I felt my passion rise again and when Ben moved his mouth and took my other nipple in, I came again for a second time, hard, against Tom’s cock. I writhed underneath him as the orgasm shook me. His groans became louder and closer together and I looked up and caught his eye over the top of Ben’s head. Face to face, I saw his eyes roll up, and then closing them, he came inside me with an explosive force. He pumped load after load into me. I had never wanted someone to fill me with his cum as badly as I did at that moment. He grunted and groaned and I held him to me, wanting every drop, every speck of his seed in me. He was squirting against places inside me that had never been squirted on before. Deeper than I knew I could take.



“Oh my god,” he said as he staggered backward. I felt him pop out of me and I suddenly felt empty; barren. At that moment, Ben grabbed my legs and swung them up on the cushion. I slid forward, lay back and opened my legs, holding out my hands to him.



“Your turn, Benson. Your turn now,” I said as he climbed on top of me. I reached down and took his cock in my hand and guided it up to my messy opening. I could feel the slick combination of my natural juices and Tom’s cum against my hand. Ben slid right in with no resistance.



“Fuck me, Ben.” I whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me now.”



He felt comfortable on top of me as we started to move together in rhythm. He was not as large as Tom, but it felt wonderful nevertheless. I felt so close to him as we moved together.



Tom knelt down next to me and I turned my head towards him. We began kissing lightly as Ben and I moved together in perfect harmony, with the perfect rhythm of the perfect fuck. He felt so good inside me, and so good on top of me. It was almost as if we were floating with the gentle tide rocking the boat. I let my hand fall into Tom’s lap and found his spent cock. It was wet and slick, and still large in my small hand. I gently caressed his flaccid cock and made out with him as Ben and I fucked in our sublime rhythm.



There was no chafing, no discomfort on this, my second partner within minutes. I was leaking juices of my own from being so turned on, and that plus being stretched by Tom and the addition of his slick cum, made Ben slip in and out effortlessly and comfortably. I matched every thrust by Ben, and wrapped my legs around his and moved against him as he plunged his cock into me.



“Come in me, Benson.” I whispered. “Put your cum in there with Tom’s, so all three of us are mixed up together in me. I want you to cum in me.” I felt Tom’s cock twitch and grow a little when I said that to Ben, and Ben began to pick up speed.



“That’s it, Ben. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He began groaning. I turned my face away from Tom’s gentle kisses and locked lips with Ben, wrapping my arms around him as well as my legs. “Fuck me,” I said into his mouth. “Oh, yes. Fuck me.” I kept repeating those words into his mouth as I moved against him. Our tempo increased. I felt yet another orgasm coming from out of nowhere, and I began to shake as I fucked Ben back with all my might. I felt him tense and as he came in me, I came as well, for the third time in an hour, shuddering through each racking wave of pleasure, feeling Ben, my friend, shuddering as well through our shared and simultaneous climax. When the stabbing pleasure subsided I looked over and saw Tom watching us, a smile on his face, his ruddy complexion apparent in the moonlight.



After a moment in which we gathered our senses, Ben slowly sat up, and with a completely straight face, said “Well, there’s more wine if anyone wants it.” We all laughed together.



“Last one in’s a rotten egg,” I squealed as I went over the side of the boat, falling into the dark water.



****



There was a small galley below, with a water closet, a small table with a bench seat, and a big, king-sized bed in the bow. After our swim we sat at the table and sipped the last of the Laffite Cab, talking over what had transpired on the deck. During our conversation, the men admitted that they had talked about it, and they had both agreed that it wouldn’t be weird for them with the other participating. At the end of the conversation, we all decided that what had happened was good, and that while it would be our little secret, we’d all like for it to continue.



We all went to bed together on the king-size mattress in the bow of the boat below. It didn’t dawn on me until we climbed in and got comfy that there was only one bed on board. They must have been pretty confident that we would become lovers before bedtime. Or perhaps they thought if we hadn’t, sleeping together might lead to, well, sleeping together. We all three were nude, and we cuddled and caressed a bit in the bed, but there was no repeat of the scene up on the deck. I guess I had worn those boys out!! I was so starved for sex, or for attention, or for love, that I would have been glad to go another round or two or three with either or both of them.



At about 4 in the morning, I awoke and found Tom snuggling into me. I turned towards him and he took me in his arms. I cuddled right into him, and he found my mouth with his and kissed me gently but intensely. I held him and stroked his back as we kissed, feeling his warm skin against mine. His penis begin to grow hard against my stomach. I reached down and took it in my hand and felt it expand as we kissed. Within moments he was hard, and I scooted myself towards him and put my top leg over his leg, making myself available for him to fuck me. He took the hint, and slid a little bit towards me and I rubbed the head of his huge penis up and down my wet cunt before positioning it right at my opening and pushing forward with my pelvis. I felt him slip into me, and this time there was no pain, only pleasure. I held his face and kissed him while he began to fuck me. It felt so good, so right, so slow, so sexy, and while different from Ben’s movements, was still a perfect rhythm. I focused on nothing but the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of me; on the feeling as his large mushroom head brushed against the top of my cunt, where all my nerves gangle into one intense spot of pleasure. He was slightly above me on the bed, and the position we were in caused his cock to slide against my swollen clit, and I focused on the pleasure I was feeling there as well.



He stopped, and I could hear the steady, heavy breathing of Ben behind me. I reached around behind Tom and put my hand on his butt and pulled him into me.



“Don’t stop,” I breathed in his ear. “It feels too good for you to stop.”



He started again, pushing his cock deep inside me. We kissed, and the feelings of his cock on my clit and his giant mushroom head scraping against my g-spot were even more intense, more pleasurable than before. My whole world at that moment was wrapped up in his cock inside me and the feelings it was giving me. I hardly ever came just from intercourse, but I had cum earlier in the evening on both their cocks, and I knew I was going to cum again on Tom’s very soon. I was just so turned on. He picked up the pace and I matched it with my own, feeling the pleasure of each thrust against him. Each time his cock slid into me, it was heaven. Each time it slid out, it was paradise. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, and I felt my orgasm arriving like a train from far away, around a hidden bend. I could feel the vibrations on the track, but I could neither see nor hear it coming until it was right at the station. Suddenly it burst into view, and I felt my body tense as the first contraction hit me. I cried out and clutched at Tom and felt that I couldn’t breathe as the pleasure covered me like warm water. I orgasmed with my entire body in a surge, with the pleasure washing over me from head to toe. I gasped for air as pulse after pulse hit me. Then I felt Tom stiffen and I grabbed a handful of his hair as he came powerfully, shaking and shuddering. I held him close and kept cumming with him as he filled me with his seed.



When it was over, I kissed him and whispered, “Thank you.” He kissed me back and rolled away, keeping his hand draped over my waist. As I listened to Ben’s steady breathing I fell back asleep.



When I woke in the morning, I had to pee. I was a little uncomfortable with the stool and bag setup Tom had on the boat, so I climbed naked out of bed and let myself over the edge of the boat in the early light, peeing in the lake. I also tried to wash out my vagina, trying to rinse away Tom’s residual sperm that hadn’t leaked out onto my leg while I slept. I rubbed away the dried, crusty cum from my vulva and leg and then got out. It was chilly that early in the morning on the water and my bottom and legs were wet so I grabbed a towel, dried off, and raced back to the bed, feeling chilled. When I climbed in, my legs brushed against Ben’s and he immediately sat up.



“Oh my god, your legs are cold!” he said and looked over at me. His hair was all mussed up from sleep and he looked so cute.



“I know,” I said. “I’m freezing. I got in the water to pee. Warm me up!” I moved towards Ben and he lay back and took me in his arms. I put my head against his chest and sighed. It felt so good, his quiet strength so comforting. I kissed his lips very gently.



“Did you wake up in the middle of the night?” I asked.



“Once,” he replied. “Didn’t you hear me get up to pee?”



“No, you lucky!! You can just stand and pee over the side.” I waited for a second. “So you didn’t wake up when Tom and I were doing it?”



“No!” he said. “Really? You two did it right next to me and I didn’t wake up?”



Then we heard Tom reply from behind me. “Yes, we did, Benson. And it was spectacular.” Tom sat up, leaned over and kissed my cheek, then said, “Why don’t you make it up to Ben while I make some coffee and a bite for breakfast?” I smiled at Ben.



“It seems only fair,” I said with a fake pout. “I don’t want Ben to think I’m playing favorites.” I reached down and took hold of his semi-erect cock. “It’s time for some Ben, now, I think.”



I started kissing my way down his chest and pulled the covers down, bringing the sight of my hand stroking his cock into view. It turned me on to see my hand on a penis different from my husband’s. I felt it growing and kissed all the way down until it was against my cheek as my hand slid smoothly up and down his shaft. I could hear Tom right there, whistling as he went about his work. I smelled the coffee brewing as I slipped my lips over the tip of Ben’s cock. He held my head as I started licking and sucking on his stiff member, which tasted vaguely like lake water. I got my hand and mouth working in perfect harmony, and I knew that I was giving him a world-class blow job. Probably the best one of my life. I pumped and sucked until I knew he was going to cum, then I took him out of my mouth and held him against my breasts, pumping slowly. I felt the first gush up under my chin, and I pumped and milked him until he had covered my chest and breasts with his pearly cum.



I hadn’t felt this sexy since my husband and I were dating some 14 years before. I lay back, my breasts covered with still warm cum and watched Tom as he moved about the small galley, cracking eggs, buttering toast and pouring coffee. He turned to me with a cup, and he smiled when he saw me laying there, naked, spread-eagled, cum-soaked, with Ben’s deflating cock still in my hand.



“Well good morning,” he said with a smile as he handed me the coffee cup. “Would you like me to get you a damp cloth to clean yourself up with?”



I smiled and said, “Yes, please. And thank you for the coffee.” He ran a cloth under the tap, wrung it out and handed it to me. I wiped Ben’s spunk off my chest and then used the other side to wipe Ben’s cock clean.



Ben looked at Tom and said, “Hey what about me? Don’t I get coffee brought to me in bed, too?” Tom laughed.



“From what I just saw, it looked to me like you were being fully served in bed,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. “But here’s a cup anyway.”



I got up from the bed, and not bothering to dress, I poked my head out and made sure there were no other boats in the private cove. When I was confident we were alone and I wouldn’t be seen, I went up on deck with my coffee. The air still had a bit of a morning chill, but the sun had come out and felt good on my skin. I looked down and saw goose bumps on my breasts and that my nipples were stiff and elongated in the cool air. Ben soon followed balancing a plate and his coffee, followed by Tom with two plates; one for me and one for him. He had put together a great little breakfast of eggs, fried potatoes and small slices of fried ham. It was absolutely scrumptious, eating outdoors on the deck of the boat in my birthday suit.



After devouring about half my plate, I took a sip of coffee and said, “Excuse me for my immodesty, but I am feeling really sexy right now with you two, and I want to enjoy the feeling.” Tom and Ben both agreed that they were fine with me being nude, and told me I didn’t have to wear clothes for the rest of the weekend if I didn’t want to. “Well,” I said. “Maybe when we’re in private places, I won’t”



We had a wonderful day that day, sailing, hiking along the shore. Ben had even brought a fishing pole and we caught two or three trout, which he promptly put back in the water. I felt so alive and so sexy. I spent most of the day without my bikini top, ducking below to retrieve it or sinking low on a cushion when other boats came into view. Tom was expert with the boat, and I loved to watch him sail; his blue eyes concentrated on his task, the wind blowing his shock of blonde hair. There were a couple of times during the day that I got incredibly horny and thought about wanting to make love to both these gorgeous hunks, but the day was just so perfect and our activities so limitless that I decided to wait until the evening. I did notice that Tom had a huge erection, though, when we had pulled into the cove where we spent the night and Ben was teaching me to fish naked.



Tom found a spot on the lake with cell reception and I called my husband. He mentioned that he had tried to call me the night before and I told him that Maddie and Jack had called and asked me to bring the kids out for the weekend, so I had driven them out. I covered by saying that I must have been at a spot out on a country road where there was no cell reception when he called. He asked what my plans were for the rest of the weekend, and thinking quickly, I told him that since I didn’t have the kids I was going to go out this afternoon and have my nails done, then shop, then have some dinner and maybe see a movie by myself. I told him I needed some me time. What I really meant was that I needed some “something-in-me” time. I signed off, telling him that I’d call him Sunday evening on his cell. That took care of that.



In the afternoon Tom announced that we should begin looking for a spot for a beach fire for the evening, so we started sailing into coves near the back of the lake, looking for a nice beach with woods behind it for firewood. We found a spot about 5:30 and Tom and Ben anchored the boat right off-shore. Tom advised that I put something on while we searched for firewood, and after I reluctantly covered myself, we all hopped off and waded onto shore to look for firewood.



Within about a half hour, we had a good sized pile and Ben had found enough rocks to make a nice fire ring on the beach. Tom went on-board and brought back three folding beach chairs, a couple bottles of wine and an ice chest filled with cheese, fruit, and other healthy snacks. I had made sandwiches for a late lunch and we all agreed that we’d graze for dinner. We were in a secluded cove again, and no other boats were in the area.



Ben worked on getting the fire going as Tom opened the wine and I put out some cheese and crackers with apple slices. The fire was soon crackling and we all had half a glass of wine in us. I just loved these two guys, and I was having the time of my life. I knew them. I trusted them. And, now I lusted after them.



The fire was warm, and I giggled and said, “Is it okay if I take my clothes off now?” Both immediately said yes, and I stood and slowly disrobed, turning so they could admire me in the waning light of day, lit by firelight. “Not bad for a 39-year-old mother of two, huh?” I asked.



“Beautiful,” said Ben.



“Gorgeous,” said Tom.



I did a little twirl, and sat back down, feeling the warmth of the fire on my skin. I took a sip of my wine and popped an apple slice in my mouth. “Well come on, you guys, I’m not going to be the only one naked, am I?



As they both stood and pulled their T-shirts over their heads and dropped their trunks, I couldn’t help but run my hand lightly over my bald pussy. There were small beads of moisture forming along the outer lips that clung to my fingers as I traced them up my sex. I saw Tom looking out across the darkening water as he sat down, scanning for other boats. Satisfied that we were alone, he sat back down and scooted his chair over closer to mine. Ben did the same from the other side.

One Week of Slut Part 4 – Wednesday



WEDNESDAY MORNING



I was starting to get used to my phone rattling demandingly at 6.30am. My ‘week of slut’ was starting to feel like a full time job, with its regular routines to be carried out. I was almost on auto pilot as I slid out of bed, walked the few steps into the shower before lathering soap all over my body in a warm blanket of soothing water; washing away the delicious aches and pains I encountered yesterday.



It had almost become a routine for me also to think back to the previous day as the warm pleasure of the water brought my senses to life. This time I reflected back across the two and a half days I’d been at Nick’s. Whether it was a subconscious attempt at a little early self-humiliation or not, I tried to work out how many different guys cocks I had sucked already. Including Nick, I was thinking it was probably 6 but almost comically, just then I couldn’t remember. That realisation brought a twinge to my pussy and a flutter to my tummy.



At this rate I thought, I’ll have sucked about 20 cocks by the time I’ve returned home to my husband. That’s not even counting how many guys get the pleasure of my pussy, or my arse. As these thoughts flitted across my mind, my fingers started to trace over my breasts and my pussy. These feelings did not disgust me, they thrilled me as did the fact I had no personal control whatsoever over those numbers, it was all in the hands of what Nick wanted.



I looked forward to the 15 or so cocks that were as yet unknown to me and the humiliations they would bring. I stuck to a winning formula though and decided I wanted to go into breakfast (and Nick’s morning cock-sucking) horny. With a big mental effort, I removed my fingers and turned off the shower. I dried and wore the required morning outfit (just my black skirt) and put my slap on (including slut blow-job lipstick) ready for the day and what it brought.



I walked across the flat towards the kitchen, still feeling strange that the fresh air was wafting across my bare breasts when I stopped in my tracks at what I saw. At the breakfast table was a complete stranger. I had been walking with my gaze to the floor so I was face to face with him before I’d even seen him and I was inadvertently giving him a very easy view of my fully exposed tits. The feeling was worse as I saw he was a very young guy and his eyes were on full stalks as he viewed me so closely.



Instinctively, I did the best I could to cover my breasts with my arms and turned on my heels to go back to my room as quickly as I could. As I turned however, Nick was directly behind me and put a palm up in front of him to indicate I was not to leave. He smirked broadly, delighted at my embarrassment but we both knew it was only just beginning;



“We have a guest Rosie girl!” he said mockingly, “that’s not how we react to guests is it?” He waited for a reply but I could only glance from Nick to the young guy. Based on Nick’s note from yesterday, I figured this was his younger Brother but it was just an assumption. Nick took the lead as usual;



“Don’t hide your tits from me, and don’t hide them from my guest! Turn around and show him your tits!” Nick said, enjoyment at the scenario oozing out of him. I glared at him but there was never an ounce of sympathy to be found from him in such scenarios. With my face on fire, I lowered my hands, turned around slowly and obligingly presented my tits to this young guy to ogle at his leisure. The low appreciative murmur he let out and the dropping of his jaw in amazement as he took in the sight of my exposure only served to increase my discomfort. It was agonising just standing there exposed and powerless as he stared.



Although I could hardly look at him, I got the impression this may have been the first breasts he’d ever seen in real life and his look of arousal and nervous wonderment seemed to echo that. He was quite an attractive young man. He was about six foot and broad chested. He looked quite sporty with a quiff of boyish blond hair and a very fresh complexion. His face was lit up in a mixture of arousal, lust and nerves. My observational thoughts were snapped away as Nick swatted his hand down on the breakfast bar;



“As you can see Rosie, change of plan this morning. You’ll still be getting your morning dose of my cock but while I take a piss and get freshened up a little, I want you to make my kid Brother feel right at home. He’s 19 today and it just so happens that you’re his birthday present. Get down there and suck him off, there’s a good girl!” As he said this he pointed to the other side of the breakfast bar.



I looked in shocked surprise at Nick and was about to protest but he already had that look of, ‘it’s happening, don’t argue, just do it…’ I looked at him again anxiously; looked at his Brother and realised I was going to do have to do this. I stepped across to him nervously, avoided eye contact and simply slid to my knees in front of him.



He was wearing ripped jeans and a scruffy pair of boxer shorts and he was trembling in nervous excitement. On my way down my pussy and tummy fluttered again as his face stared intently in amazement at me as he realised this was for real. I cast a side glance to Nick to see him with a smug smile of satisfaction; he must be loving showing off this domination of me to his younger brother, imagine what this was doing to his ego!



Nick took a seat on the other side of the breakfast bar just as I’d slid my hands inside his Brother’s boxer shorts and slid them off his legs. I was greeted by a long thick cock that bounced out expectantly. I almost smiled to myself as I considered that I hadn’t realised brothers might have very similar cocks. This one wasn’t quite as long but, as I held it throbbing in my hand, it wasn’t far off Nick’s. The young guy was so excited that already my hand wouldn’t fit around its width and he was so hard that I could tell he was full of lustful youth.



I was red-faced in embarrassment but as I looked up at him, I was turned on by the glazed look of shocked lust in his eyes as he realised he was about to get blown in his Brother’s kitchen with said Brother sitting just across the table from him. I looked back down to his cock, opened my mouth wide and started to circle my tongue over the head. He squirmed in his seat as I set to work. The situation overtook me quickly and I went into overdrive, sliding the full length quickly into my mouth, my hand gripping the base of his shaft firmly.



He was groaning and writhing already as I sucked him as best as I could. He lay back slumped in his chair, his head back, his arms dropped at each side. I tried a repertoire of my slutty skills on his, holding his cock while I slurped on his dangling balls, licking the underside of his shaft and turning myself on feeling the hardness in my mouth.



The only reactions from him was a low groaning and, as he got more turned on, a gentle upward thrust of his pelvis as he tried to push it deeper into my mouth. I pushed his stomach down into the seat as best as I could to stop him from thrusting too hard and he got the idea. I held my head in place and allowed him to slide his shaft in and out of my mouth as my hair slid across his skin.



I could hear a low chuckling murmur from Nick opposite us as he’d returned from the toilet. He obviously delighted in the sight of me on my knees between his younger Brother’s legs, his cock stretching my mouth, the room filled with the squelchy slurps of my spittle in my mouth sloshing around his cock.



I looked across and was mortified to see Nick filming me with a camcorder, seemingly getting a close up of his brother’s cock sliding in and out my mouth, filling it. His brother was close to coming a few minutes in; the situation getting the better of him. I prepared to take another load but before doing so Nick shouted across to him;



“Over her face Liam, stick it all over her face!” Nick shouted, realising Liam (as I only just then knew him to be) was so close. At this, Liam pulled his cock dramatically from my mouth causing various fluids to slosh against my breasts and neck. I just had time to look up at him; his demeanour had already changed. Previously he had a look of strange disbelieving wonderment but now his face was full of wicked intent and determination at Nick’s suggestion. It was a look I’d seen on Nick often and said something like, “You’re a cheap slut and I’m going to come all over your face and find it very amusing!”



As Liam pulled his cock away from my mouth a few inches, he slumped further back in order to angle his cock towards me. He gave himself three fairly urgent strokes of his cock and groaned inwardly as he came. Nick cheered to add to the humiliation as Liam came so hard that the initial jet flew right over my head. The next string landing somewhere in my hair but there was a lot more to follow and by the time his balls had finished pumping, his come coated my nose, lips and chin.



Everything seemed to stand still for an age after this had happened. The first one was to break the silence was Nick;



“Way to go dude!” he said, standing up and applauding, “Happy Birthday kidda! It doesn’t end there though, this slut is yours all day!”



Liam looked at him as he slumped in his chair and gave him a disbelieving shake of the head and a grin and shouted to Nick, “Ooooh Fuck! That was amazing, thanks mate!” as all of the energy seemed to drain from him.



As he said this, Nick walked around to me. I was still kneeling on the floor with Liam’s still firm cock wilting between his legs. Liam demonstrated his shy youthfulness by covering his cock with his hands which Nick smiled at. He leaned and pulled me up to the floor, “Let me wrap your present up properly and then I’ll show you how it works!” he said to his Brother and frog-marched me off to his bedroom.



He practically threw me on the bed and I was graciously thrown a tissue to wipe my face. It was only a small tissue and it was saturated with come by the time I was relatively clean. I sat up on the bed and watched as he opened a large wardrobe and pulled out some clothes hanging up inside a plastic cover. Turning to face me, he removed the plastic cover to reveal a ‘saucy nurse’ fancy dress outfit. He tossed it at me and told me to try it on;



“You can’t be serious Nick?” I said as looking at the outfit, it was practically obscene. I knew from looking at it that it was too small but this was apparently the whole idea;



“I am serious. You’ve got a whole day serving us today girl and Liam has a bit of a thing for nurses. Of course, when I say ‘serving’ that’s not going to stop at keeping us in food and drink but you knew that. My kid brother has only ever fucked one girl; or so he says, but by the time we’ve finished with you tonight he should be fully experienced!” Nick said, practically breathless in excitement.



He continued, “And we need a slutty nurse to look after us. What kind of slutty nurse would you be without a nurse’s outfit?” As he finished his spiel he pointed impatiently at the dress. I rolled my eyes in despair. Even after so much humiliation that week, I still blanched as I removed my skirt in front of him and felt thoroughly demeaned at having to wear such a silly outfit.



The outfit was flimsy to say the least as I held it up to me. The dress was blue and had a mock white frill on the front. I had to step into it and pull it up over me. The skirt was even shorter than I thought and I had to grapple with the top of the ‘dress’ to get it over my chest and button up. Nick sorted the button situation out for me helpfully. The top had four buttons which I had done up but he moved in quickly and burst two of them out of their holes so my boobs were pretty much busting out the top.



I was further ordered by Nick to put on a pair of obligatory black stockings. Unlike the outfits of previous days, I couldn’t even manage a respectable façade in this; the skirt was so short it left a gap of about an inch between its hem and the end of the stocking tops. Nick made me twirl around in front of him and positioned me in front of a mirror.



My head was dizzy with humiliation and excitement. I both dreaded and thrilled to the thought of going out of the room to be viewed by Liam as his birthday present. As I surveyed myself in the mirror and reflected that I couldn’t look any sluttier, Nick moved in behind me and thrust his hand between my legs. I moaned to his touch and involuntarily parted my standing legs allowing him to run his hands along my wet slit and slide his index finger slightly inside me.



He murmured contentedly as he confirmed once more that the last hour or so had turned me on hopelessly again. Frustratingly he removed his damp fingers and instead drew them forward and unzipped his pants. I got almost instantly light headed as I pictured him bending me over and fucking me there and then but I was to be disappointed again. He spun me around and glanced downwards indicating for me to look. I knew why; he knew just the sight of his amazing shaft sent me into heat.



“On your knees Rosie girl, I have instructions for you!” he said, slowly and almost menacingly wanking his dick in front of me. As I almost hypnotically complied, he slid his shaft across my mouth and face, rubbing pre-cum over my skin. As he did this, he taunted me;



“Do want to suck my dick Rosie?” he said, holding the head of his cock an inch from my mouth.



“You know I do. Arrogant bastard!” I said angrily, looking up close and personal at the fat head of his cock needing my attention.



“OK, suck and I’ll tell you your full mission today!” As he said this, he aimed at my mouth and thrust his hips forward to ease the head of his cock into my mouth. I slurped on it again like a crack addict needing a fix. As I began I felt that familiar release of tension in Nick’s body as he started to enjoy my mouth. As he relaxed into it he told me what I was to do;



“Slutty nurse today Rosie! You’re going to obey everything me and my Bro tell you all day. Is that clear?” As he said this, he pulled his cock out my mouth to allow me to answer. I’d never felt so submissive as I looked up at him defeated and said, “Yes, Sir!”



Enjoying this complete obedience, he pressed his cock back into my willing mouth and started again;



“But it’s not that easy of course! Maybe I’ll ask two of Liam’s buddies along. Would you like that?” Nick asked. I actually felt that this time it was a genuine question as if he was genuinely interested in whether I wanted a gangbang. As I sucked hard on his dick, I already had mental pictures of being surrounded by four big cocks demanding use of me. My head was spinning and I was gone with dizzy lust.



I decided I would tell him that yes I did want it but I didn’t get the chance. Nick pulled his cock from me and lifted me to my feet, frog-marching me back out to the room and to Liam.



“Fuck me! Look at that!” said Liam, as his eyes glued to my naughty nurse outfit. It was only when I saw the youthful delight in his eyes that I recalled what I was wearing. Nick clearly had none of Liam’s inhibitions about being naked in front of his Brother. His hard thick cock was swaying next to me. Nick just pointed to the floor and as trained, I just slid to my knees without further bidding and opened my mouth wide to take the head of his cock in my mouth.



At the angle I was at, I looked up and met Liam’s gaze full on as he looked in astonishment again at me as he stood next to Nick. There I was, dressed in a slutty Nurse uniform on my knees slurping willingly on his older Brother’s fat prick and enjoying every minute of the experience. Liam had to almost snap himself out of staring as it dawned on him he was watching me suck his Brother’s cock. Nick was the one to snap him out of his voyeurism;



“What do you think of my slut then?” Nick said as he moaned lightly at sensations of my tongue snaking around the head of his cock as he pulled lightly on my hair.



“Thought you said she was my slut today?” Liam challenged light-heartedly.



“Ha ha. Yes, a birthday present for today. Doesn’t mean we can’t share though. I don’t want to go a whole day without feeling this mouth on my nob!” As he said this, he took hold of the back of my head and started to slide his cock in and out my mouth more aggressively.



“Sounds like a fair deal to me!” said Liam above me, “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had!”



“Haha, Best you’ve ever had!” roared Nick, “That was the first you’ve ever had wasn’t it!?”



“No……no its not, I’ve had plenty!” Liam said suddenly defensive. Nick let it go but I think he suspected this wasn’t the case. Mini chat over and Nick turned his full attention to me. He placed both his hands on the back and sides of my head and started short but mercifully gentle pelvic thrusts into me. His cock stuffed my mouth full and spittle ran down his shaft and on to the floor. This had stopped being a blow job and was now a face fuck.



Nick warned me to expect his load as he slid so fully into my mouth. I struggled for breath and just at the moment I found a pocket of air to breath from I heard a groan from above and felt the salty flood of Nick’s sperm hitting the back of my throat. He held his cock in my mouth so I felt every spurt on my tongue and lips being accompanied by a further dollop of come.



Satisfied, he slid his cock almost absent-mindedly in and out my mouth a couple more times before removing it.



Almost on auto-pilot, I swallowed the heavy load in my mouth without even thought or hesitation. I looked up to see both guys staring down at me, their slut. A slut who had just obediently sucked both of them off on her knees in the lounge before breakfast.



“That was fucking awesome!” Liam said, as I swiped my hand across my mouth to clear the come and spittle from my face.



“Yeah it was. Rosie is a first rate cock-sucker!” Nick said. I know I should have smarted at that but I actually felt proud! “And what’s more, she’s ours all day kidda!”



“Only thing is Nick, I had plans to go out with the lads…?” Liam said uncertainly.



“Oh which lads are they?” Nick queried.



“Just Ben and Owen. We were gonna go for a few beers and then Ben’s Brother is playing a gig in Watney’s tonight.” Liam said.



“Fine but bring them around here first….” Said Nick.



“What, with her here?” Liam said, taken aback and pointing down at me.



“Never heard of a gangbang!?” Nick said, quick as a flash.



“Fuck! Seriously! She’d be OK with that?” Liam said, in some amazement.



“Well, let’s ask her, ” Nick said, looking down at me and my face that was hot in embarrassment at the guy’s conversation, “…..answer his question, it’s up to you. Is it OK for Ben and Owen to come over? You know what that means of course. Say yes and they’ll both be inside you any which they want. Say yes, and you’ll be a cheap slut for all four of us. But it is your choice. Say no, and it’s just the three of us. No harm done. Your call Rosie girl?” Nick shrugged and grinned with that mischievous glint in his eye.



Of course, with the rules we’d set, he could easily just phone them and compel me to fuck them all but this was so much more humiliating it seemed. He knew I wanted more degrading scenarios, he knew I wanted a gangbang and the fact that the other three were inexperienced young males only added to the eroticism for me.



At first I was conflicted. Liam eyed me curiously. He couldn’t believe I was even considering it. I was doing more than that;



“Call them.” I said to Nick decisively. Determined but still feeling the heat of embarrassment and not looking him in the eye. Nick grinned but I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy;



“So, just to be clear on this. You want us to call two of his mates and ask them to come here so that all four of us can fuck you senseless before they go to their gig later? That’s right isn’t it?” He said, revelling in the moment.

“Yes…yes! That’s right!” I said impatiently, feeling I would die of shame. Liam was shaking his head in disbelief, wondering what kind of slut I was. I would show him what kind numerous times that day. I thought the worst of the humiliation was over at least until the other’s came over but far from it.



Liam picked his phone up and called one of his friends;



“Alright Owen, what you up to…?” He began, ” ……Cool. But listen, how do you fancy coming around to my Bro’s for a little fun first?”



“Well if I tell you my Bro has found me a fit slut to fuck for my birthday….?” He said, smiling slyly at me, “….no, straight up. She’s just sucked me off in the lounge I swear!!”



I blanched at this as Liam continued, “No, no wind up come round and she’ll suck yours too. She’s fuckin’ fit mate, come round. I’m gonna phone Ben and ask him too, we’ll all shag the arse off her. She’s some sort of dumb slut, she does whatever you want! We can fuck her and then check the gig out later.”



There were frequent pauses as Owen obviously struggled to believe him. I didn’t blame him! Liam however had the easy and humiliating answer to the conundrum, “I’ll text you a photo and you can speak to her to prove it; this is straight up. What photo you want? She’s here in a dirty nurse outfit!” His speech was high pitched and full of giggles and indicated he still couldn’t quite believe it himself. He heard some instructions from Owen and nodded.



He walked over to me and said; “You need to kneel on the floor and open your mouth!” He said this with a wide eyed questioning look. This was the first time he’d given me a direct order and he still had the demeanour of someone who still didn’t quite expect me to obey. I looked back and dropped to my knees straight away, my heart thumping; my head giddy from being ordered onto my knees by a 19 year old kid, but turned on so completely and utterly.



As I complied, Liam walked over to me, phone in his hand. With his other hand, he pulled his cock out. It was semi-hard again already despite me sucking him off only half an hour before. The joys of youth I thought, as I simply held my mouth open and allowed him to fill it with cock.



As I felt his cock meat loll against my tongue, I set to work quickly, feeling his shaft thicken and tighten in my mouth. I drew my head back and slid his shaft slowly in and out of my mouth.



Liam leaned back and pulling his phone from somewhere took a photo of me with his dick deep in my mouth.



As I tried to continue sucking, he pulled it out my mouth and turned away from me to send the photo. A few seconds later he asked Owen on the other end of the line if he’d got the photo. His smile and chuckle told me the answer. After another little pause, Liam thrust the phone into my face;



“He wants to speak to you!” he said.



“What? Oh…..er…..OK,” I said, taking the phone off Liam. My stomach was doing cartwheels and my head was spinning. I had no idea what to say;



“Er…..hello……?” I said into the phone, my voice crackling and trembling with nerves;



“Errr, hi there. Is this true?” Owen said, his own voice betraying his nerves.



“Is what true?” I said back to him.



“Is it true you’ve just been….err….sucking off my friend…and is that you in the photo?”



I blushed with embarrassment, “Yes, it’s true. It’s me and yes, I have just been…sucking your friend.”



“Fuck!” Owen said, “And if I come over there now with Ben, you’ll do the same for us?” he said expectantly.



I looked up at Nick and Liam who were both in rapt attention at my conversation. Lust was overtaking me again and making my head swim;



“Yes, I’ll suck your dicks for you!” I said, now revelling in what I was saying and what I was admitting to a total stranger;



“And we can fuck you too? Why will you let us do all that?” he said, still dubious.



“Well, because I’m a slut. I love sucking cock and of course you can all fuck me. Whatever you want. Now come on over and use me. I’m waiting…” As I said this, I smiled at my boldness. I had no idea where it was coming from but I proudly presented the phone back to Liam who on further enquiry, informed us it was on and my gangbang was going to happen.



WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON/EARLY EVENING



The next hour for me was a little tortuous. I was on edge with anticipation. It was only punctuated by being ordered around a little by Nick, to fetch some snacks and beers and Liam had started getting the hang of it after seeing the casual manner of Nick’s dominance of me and my complete acquiescence.



As I returned from the kitchen with a beer each for them both, Liam stared at me and said;



“I haven’t had a proper look at you yet, lift your skirt up and show me your cunt!”



I looked across in some surprise at Nick who simply slurped on his beer and grinned, seemingly happy that his kid Brother was getting into the role. I looked at Liam and nervously lifted the hem of my very small skirt over my hips.



“Mmm, Nice!” said Liam, taking another pull on his can. Looking at me again he said, “Open your legs a little!” I did so and he responded to this by prodding his fingers between my legs. I took a deep swig of breath as his fingers found my slit and my wetness. I was aroused but also ashamed at how wet I was. I’d had an hour to think about what was about to happen and latterly, I was having difficulty even walking I was so turned on.



“Looking forward to getting fucked!?” Liam said, “I know I can’t wait to get inside you!” he said, starting to revel in his own teasing of me as he pressed a finger into my snatch. I wasn’t sure how to answer but I didn’t need to do as Nick interjected;



“Fuck her if you want to fuck her. What you waiting for!” he said.



Liam looked across at him and shook his head, “Nah, I’ll wait for the others. Be more fun with an audience!” As he said this, he removed his hands from my pussy. He grinned as he caught the disappointment in my face as he was realising quickly what a real slut I was. I was becoming frustrated. I’d sucked both guys off, fetched snacks and drinks and been toyed with, I was longing for a hard fucking. I wouldn’t have long to wait as the doorbell chimed to signal my further debasement;



“Answer the door Rosie girl!” Nick boomed, “I expect that’ll be some guys who’ve come around to fuck you!”



I took a deep nervous breath and walked across the lounge to the door. I felt instinctively like I should button my top up at least by one button as it was obscene in its current state, my boobs were just about in place beneath the outfit but I knew this was part of the ordeal. As I nervously swung the door open, I was greeted by two equally nervous looking young men.



The instant the door was open, both guys lowered their gaze to my chest and, seeing my boobs practically tumbling out of my ‘dress’, they exchanged excited glances. They would of course, also have noticed my skirt being unable to cover my opaque stocking tops. I was quite clearly a slut and a whore and they were excited by the sight and the prospect.



“Err….you must be Ben and Owen…..?” I said uncertainly, looking at both and blushing intently as I did as I felt their young eyes roaming all over my body. Both guys were actually similar in appearance. Both had shaved hair, both average height and unlike Nick and Liam, quite thin and ‘weedy’ in appearance. The one who turned out to be Ben had a piercing in his nose while both were scruffily dressed in T-shirt and jeans. At first, they both just stood there before one of them said, “I’m Ben and you must be our Nurse. I have something that needs your attention!”



The other guy, Owen, burst into nervous laughter at this and Ben smiled. I was crimson with embarrassment too but smiled at his joke. It broke the tension and allowed me to usher them both in. Nick was just behind me, he had been watching the proceedings with some interest;



“Come in guys. You’ve met Rosie, our slut for the day I see?” Both guys just nodded at him.



“Rosie, some more beers for our new guests before we get down to business and get you fucked!” Nick boomed, delighted at being able to show me off to 3 guys. I blanched at his words but headed off into the kitchen to do as I was bid, returning a minute later where all the guys were now seated on the sofa and armchairs.



I just stood there for a few minutes as the guys chatted and started to swig their beers. It took only ten minutes before they had finished the first. I thought nervous tension was making them drink faster. I was ordered to get more which I did. As I returned and passed the beers around, Nick took mine off me but set it down on the floor. He took my hand and stood up;



“Right fellas! Think of this as an instruction video!” Nick said, pulling me into the centre of the room and pushing me onto my knees on the floor. The three younger guys supped their beers and sat on the couches surrounding us, fascinated at what was about to happen. Nick was going to enjoy the moment. He moved in front of me and pulled out his cock nonchalantly like some sort of weapon. I looked at it keenly, my lust sharpened intensely by my consciousness of the rapt audience. I knew instinctively that this was hitting one of my life-long fantasies; humiliated in front of an amused and aroused audience.



Nick gripped his cock, walked towards me and motioned as if he was going to feed me his cock. It had happened so often already that week that I instinctively opened my mouth. He stopped though and held the thick head of his cock inches from my mouth;



“Do you want to suck this Rosie? Suck it in front of all our friends?” Nick said as he towered over me, gently slapping my cheeks with his cock, enjoying the sight of my lustful eyes following his cock. I looked at the guys watching us and felt intense lust. I felt no shame, I wanted to show them right then that I was a dirty slut, to make it clear to them all I wanted this so much, I had waited all day for it. I would again fully participate in Nick’s humiliation of me;



“Yes please Nick….Sir….please let me suck your dick. Let me show everyone I’m your dirty cock-sucker. I want to suck your cock for you in front of everyone!” I said, feeling my stomach twist in heat and my pussy throb as the guys almost spat they’re beer out and said “Fucking hell” and, “what a slut!”



I thought that would be enough for Nick. I could tell from his body that he was impatient to fill my mouth and I was almost salivating at the thought of the anticipated oral invasion. He resisted however, he wanted much more from me in front of the attentive audience;



“And my friends too Rosie? I hope you’re going to be a good slut and suck all their cocks too? Why don’t you tell the guys that you’ll suck them all off as you give them a good view of those big tits?” Nick said smirking.



Even two days ago, this would have felt intensely difficult for me and while I still felt the humiliation, my first feeling was lust. I looked at the guys in turn, stood up off the floor and started to fully unbutton my top. Timing it with my reveal, I looked at them as sexily as I could and delivered my slut speech. I tried to appear matter-of-fact and calm but my voice crackled with nerves and cotton-mouth;



“Have a good look at my tits boys, and as Nick said, I’d love to suck all your cocks in turn. I love sucking cock and I hope Nick will let me show you that by sucking his as you watch. I’m Nick’s dirty cock-sucker!” As I finished saying this, I opened my top wide, feeling my tits bounce out of the restrictive costume. I felt proud of my breasts and the wide eyed stares of the young guys testified to the fact that they enjoyed the view. My head was swimming in lust but I did manage to hear comments from the guys along the lines of, “fantastic tits!” and one of them saying, “Fuck me, she is so going to get it hard soon!”



My nipples were rock hard in lust. As I said, I had tried to sound calm and deliberate to them but my voice was crackly and breathless with nerves. I did however put my clammy fingers through my hair and arch my back to give them a completely uninhibited view of my tits as I grappled between my desire to be a complete slut, and my shy reserve (a quality that was being blasted from me throughout this slut week!). I begin to move my hands over my breasts, feeling my nipples harden to the touch as the reality of being topless in front of these three young guys sent my head swimming as I battled against my nervousness and tried to present them with a view of an eager and willing slut.



The sight of their rapt fascination send confidence and lust searing through my veins as I came out of the other side of my nerves and realised that I wanted this badly and I could put my nerves to one side. What had I to be nervous about I thought, all I had to do was to give myself up to these 4 guys and submit to them as their fuck toy. I wanted this and I was going to get it. The more on heat I was, the better, I would give it all up for them.



These thoughts sent electric jolts of heat thorough my pussy. I almost forgot about Nick but not for long. I felt his firm grip on my shoulder as he pulled me to the floor onto my knees. This time he wasted no time, he stuffed his cock into my mouth, making me groan and sign inwardly as I felt the thick head of his cock fill my mouth. As he did this, I heard the 3 observers cheer as if Nick had just scored a goal in a football match.



He gave me a couple of regular thrusts into my mouth, sliding it into my mouth at such an angle so the guys could all see. This wasn’t enough for him though and for the next few minutes, he fucked my mouth rhythmically in between asking me some humiliating questions for the guys amusement;



“Is this what you wanted slut!?



“Mmm….yes….thank you!” I said, as Nick pulled his cock out my mouth and rested it on my cheek allowing me a free mouth to answer, a string of spittle running down my chin and his cock shaft.



“Tell the guys how many times you’ve sucked my cock this week slut!” He said, revelling in recanting his prowess to his younger brother and friends.



“Mmmpfhhh….err….maybe six times Sir?” I said, as he filled my mouth again, this time at an angle so the head of his cock made a lump in my cheek. This time I felt his cock vibrate with the rest of his body as he joined the others in laughing at me. I heard one of the younger guys shout out, “Fuck me, what a tart, she doesn’t even remember how many times!” and despite having my mouth filled with dick again, my cheeks blushed crimson.



As I was beginning to enjoy the rhythm of his cock, Nick surprised me again by pulling out suddenly;



“I’m bored of your mouth, should I fuck you, whore?” He said, stroking his hypnotic cock slowly in front of me. I couldn’t resist;



“Yes please Sir, fuck me hard. Fuck me in front of everyone.” I said, lost in wild eroticism.



“I will, don’t worry about that, but tell the guys they can all fuck you whenever they want,” he said teasingly. As I was about to, he had a further idea. He unzipped my dressed and slid it off me and tossed it across the floor. He had me sit on the low table in the middle of the guys and lie back. He roughly spread my legs giving the guys a complete view of my soaked pussy;



“Open your slut pussy up and play with that clit in front of these boys as you tell them what you want them to do….” He said.



I looked up to see that the guys had all pulled their own cocks out as they remained seated in their chairs watching me. Nick was standing just to my left and he knelt down and started pinching my nipples as I complied again, reaching between my legs, pulling my soaked pussy lips apart and rubbing my clit.



I felt like I had electrocuted myself as my clit jolted against my finger. I was breathless and I knew I could come quickly with all the pent up tension of the day. Filled with intense lust, I’d forgotten what I was supposed to be doing as I fingered myself keenly in front of 3 19-year old guys who were wanking at the sight. Nick was annoyed however;



“Tell them slut! Don’t disobey me. I told you to tell them what you want them to do” he said, pinching and twisting my nipple to emphasise the point;



“Oh fuck, oh fuck…..” I said as I pleasured myself. I looked up at the guys again and thought of what to say in my lust addled mind, “I want you all to fuck me hard, use me like a fuck toy. Pound my slutty cunt…..take turns inside me. I want all of your cocks….mmmmm….oh god….”



Nick surprised me then. He slid between my legs, pushed my own sticky fingers aside and replaced them with his tongue. He drew my legs up so the guys could all see deep inside me as he parted my pussy lips to expose my throbbing clit to everyone.



With one hand above my clit and the other with his fingers probing my cunt, he raked his thick tongue over my clit and over my pussy lips. I could feel my pussy juices falling out of me as my juices coated his face;



“I hope you’re watching fellas. This is how you eat a cunt!” he said, as he moved both his lips over my clit and starting kissing my pussy, his tongue circling my engorged clit. I looked at him bobbing between my legs and now I looked lustily at the 3 guys, all of whom had hold of their own handfuls of thick cock that would soon find their way inside me.



Nick disappointed me temporarily. He withdrew his mouth and stood back up, invited me to suck my own juices from his fingers and he thrust them in and out of his mouth. He took hold of my hand and guided it back between my legs as he gripped his own cock and started stroking himself as he joined the others again in watching me willingly humiliate myself by masturbating in front of them all.



I was coming and there was no stopping it now. My stockinged legs were as wide apart as I could get them and my fingers were lathered in my pussy juice as I rubbed my clit frantically only inches from all of the guys.



I let out a roar and threw my head backwards against the table as my pussy erupted against my fingers. The world went fuzzy and hazy as I climaxed and even though I could hear all the guys cheering and laughing, they seemed like they were in a different world as I came.



As was almost customary, Nick left me no time to recover from my come. He walked the one step towards me and turned me over on to all fours on the table. He moved behind me and slapped his heavy cock against my arse.



I knew I was about to be fucked hard in front of the three guys. I didn’t even feel my usual humiliation, I just felt totally aroused, I couldn’t wait for it to start. I wanted to show them all more of my true nature, wanted them to marvel at how much I loved Nick’s cock inside me, even laugh at how easily he controlled me.



Nick wanted that too. He roughly spread my cunt and with some aggression, grabbed hold of his shaft and speared it up me. I was so wet that he was like a hot knife through butter as he plumbed deep inside me straight away. I knew from his motions and his noises that this was going to be a complete rutting fuck. He was going to fuck me hard and demonstrate his complete dominance of me.



My assumption was proved right. With his shaft buried safely in my cunt, he gripped my hips each side and drew his shaft almost all the way back out of me before a sharp pelvic thrust slid it right back inside me.



As he got into rhythm, his thrusts got harder, sharper, more powerful. My boobs were bouncing beneath me in time with his thrusts which were making slapping noises as his stomach and his balls slapped against my bum which rippled against his powerful torso.



“You like that Rosie?” Nick said breathlessly as he moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders.



“Oooh fuck yes, I love it. I love your big dick inside me….mmmmm…” I said, not really knowing what I was saying.



“I know you do, slag. You love my cock inside you. Lost count of how often I’ve had it inside you this week. Plenty more to come eh Rosie?”

“Ohhh fuck, ” I moaned as I struggled to speak as he split my pussy in two, “Yes, fuck me however you want, I fuckin’ love it!” I cried.



Nick grunted his pleasure at my lust filled screeching. It seemed to tip him over the edge. I thought he was going to fill my pussy with his spunk. I wanted him to but instead he pulled his rock hard dick out of me and tottered forwards and over me to line his cock up with my face. I leant in quickly to suck it but I wasn’t quick enough, with my mouth an inch or two from his cock, I saw a thick jet of spunk arrow towards me as he coated my face again.



“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Nick said, as he stroked about five sticky ropes of come over my face and in my mouth. I was completely out of control now and drew my fingers over my cheek and forehead to collect the come and suck it into my mouth. Nick towered over me and obligingly filled my mouth with his thick pipe again as I cleaned his cock.



Satisfied, Nick pulled his cock out. I looked up to see the 3 guys all stood up around me, cocks angry and horizontal in their grip, determined looks on all their faces. Nick stepped back;



“I’m off for a shower and a snooze lads. Fuck her brains out! I want to hear the screams from my room!” he said, chuckling. As he set off, he turned to me, “3 19-year olds on heat, you’re in for a hard time for the next hour or two Rosie girl!” I looked up at him and smiled. We both knew it to be the case and we both knew I loved the fact. I couldn’t wait to be used by these young guys.



As Nick left the room, his cock still hard and swinging majestically. Three other cocks loomed into my view. I was lying on the small lounge table wearing just a pair of black stockings, my legs wide apart, my pussy sore and stretched from Nick’s invasion. I wanted to do this right and show all of these guys a good time. I wanted to be the complete willing slut for them and make them feel good. I looked up and smiled at them, draping my hand between my legs;



“Now then, who wants to go first in my pussy?” I said as sexily as I could muster. I looked from guy to guy. They weren’t sure;



“I can suck someone at the same time?” I offered helpfully.



Liam took the initiative. He dropped to his knees between my legs and aimed his cock at my hole;



“It’s my birthday. I should be first inside!” he said to the other two, He wasted no time as he pushed my hand aside and fed his fat prick into my willing slit. I let out an audible ‘mmm’ as he filled me satisfyingly and felt the gentle motion of him as he started thrusting slowly inside me. I looked at the other two guys as Liam lay on top of me. I wanted to please them to;



“Someone come here, I want to suck some dick!” I offered as Liam fucked me.



“I want to fuck you too!” Owen replied. Ben nodded in agreement, “Me too!” he said. Essentially, they formed a queue behind Liam waiting for my cunt. I smiled to myself as it dawned on me that two 19-year olds had essentially just refused my offer of sucking their dicks. No matter I thought, I’ll take them all in my pussy!



Liam’s cock felt huge inside me as he essentially did press-ups over me. I draped my arms around his own muscular biceps and spread my legs wide as he pounded into me. In a rare moment of tenderness that day, he stooped down to me and kissed me, our tongues entwining as he gave me an enthusiastic seeing to.



I responded and let my tongue loose inside his mouth as my pussy was being prised apart by his young cock. I could hear the liquid squelch of our mouths but also of his rod inside me as my pussy coated his cock as I opened my legs wide, drawing him in with my thighs and calves.



He continued to hump me until quite suddenly and almost unexpectedly, he stiffened his back and threw his head back. I pressed his bum into me as he sank his cock into me up to the hilt and I felt his cock empty his come inside me violently.



He groaned softly and remained completely still for about thirty seconds as his balls emptied inside me. As soon as he was done, he withdrew his cock and I felt a dollop of come land on my lower stomach.



“Fuck, sloppy seconds now, lad!” Owen said, “Why didn’t you come over her face like Nick!” he complained.



“Fuck off, she’s my whore. I’ll come wherever I want. You come over her face if you’re so worried!” Liam retorted.



“No chance, I’m not missing out on this!” Owen said. As he did this, he repeated exactly what Liam had just done. He dropped to his knees and pressed his cock into me. Perhaps showing his inexperience, he didn’t manage to find his way in despite the fact my slit felt as wide as a tunnel right then. I didn’t want him embarrassed so I leaned in and grasped his cock and fed it into my own hole.



The process sounded mechanical as both Owen and then Ben fucked me in the same position as the other two watched. I loved it however. Each on their own would have represented a disappointing experience but I was focussing on the sheer thrill of being an obliging whore to three teenage guys.



I loved their expressions, somewhere between overwhelming lust and gratitude as they each had my cunt and deposited their sticky loads inside me. As shameful as it sounds I was only disappointed that there weren’t more guys to stick their cocks up me.



As Ben did me last, he popped his cock out of me and I felt the dull internal pain of my well used pussy now full of three loads of young spunk and sore from 4 guys stretching me.



Ben deviated from the others by presenting his still thick cock to my mouth for sucking and as I did I reflected on the fact I was probably tasting three guy’s jizz at once on his cock. He surprised me a little more as I’d sucked him by leaning his ball sack on my lips and made me suck his balls which I did keenly as he took the opportunity to pinch my nipples and mash my tits.



The lads had me fetch them more beers and I used their post-coital slumber to leave them to it. I got myself a calming cup of tea and sat in the kitchen with it before heading to the shower. Despite wiping myself off I was still coated in sperm and had it sloshing around inside me.



I stepped into the shower and blasted it on. I always loved the feeling after sex of the jets of hot water skirting across me as I lathered my body up and soothed away the aches of the sex.



My mind spun to what had just happened and my hand inevitably slid between my legs. I reached and teased for my clit again and almost fell against the glass wall of the shower as my clit almost exploded to my touch. I pictured Liam, Owen and Ben all in that queue to fuck me. I pictured me on the table my legs obligingly splayed open as I allowed each of them easy use of my cunt, making the wank fantasies of three young guys come true.



My head dizzied again as I leant against the shower, water cascading between my breasts and my legs and I let out an audible moan as my pussy contracted violently and I came again, the juices of my pussy running down my legs and mingling with the water.



My breath was ragged and I felt such a dirty, out of control whore as I stepped out of the shower. I hadn’t meant to do that but I couldn’t help myself, I had to come and I did. I mentally shrugged it off. This was my week of slut so anything went but I knew I wouldn’t even be able to remember how many orgasms I had had since Sunday.



As I started to towel myself dry, the bathroom door opened and Ben walked in calmly. He eyed me leeringly and even though he had royally fucked me just over an hour before, I still tried to cover myself with the towel. Ben had other ideas though;



“No slut, I don’t think so!” he said as he pulled the towel from me and tossed it onto the floor. I looked at him with a snarl but I knew I was also his plaything that afternoon too. What he did next though tested even my willingness;



“I’ve read about girls like you, ” he said abruptly, “Like a bit of humiliation do you?” he said, his face inches from mine. I looked away but he held my chin and turned me to face him. I answered, “Yes….yes I do…” I offered.



“Help me take a piss!” he said abruptly.



My eyes bulged wide, “What? …no, no…I don’t do that sort of stuff….!” I said, looking down and noticing his flaccid cock was already out.



“Yes you will, you’ll do what I say….and you’ll call me Sir when you answer me!” Ben said, with a touch of menace in his voice.



“I….oh….fuck….” I couldn’t speak coherently as the shock of the request was met by an intense wash of lust. Without being able to compose myself, Ben had walked me over to the toilet and pushed me onto my knees next to him;



“All you need to do is hold my cock over the toilet and aim my piss into the pan, how hard is that to do?” Ben said. With that, he picked up my hand and placed it on his cock. Almost as soon as he had done that, I felt the warm rush of piss as it jetted out of his cock. He was obviously enjoying the scenario as I’m sure most guys aren’t semi-hard as they take a pee normally but I had easily enough room on his length to hold his shaft and direct his cock.



I watched in fascination almost as if it wasn’t me that had had hold of his cock, wondering how this had happened and what had happened to Ben who was suddenly become sort of Dominating Master. He just leaned his head back and enjoyed his pee. I watched the long stream of pee as it hit the toilet pan. I was snapped out of this weird reverie by Ben;



“That was nice, now suck it!” he said, smirking down at me. I was shocked at the request again but this now seemed like a challenge and we both knew I wanted to suck it. I moved in an inch or two closer and opened my mouth wide and fed his cock into my mouth. As I did so, Ben shocked me still further by thrusting it straight into my mouth making me gag and cough. He pulled it out a little and then ordered me to lick it.



I lapped at the head of his dick with my tongue which he moaned at in pleasure;



“Ever tasted piss?” he said, smirking at me.



“No…no Sir…” I said nervously.



“Well you’re about to. I’ve got a little left so I want you to drink it and then give my cock a good sucking. OK?”



My face must have betrayed my shock and surprise. The main shock and surprise was internal as my heart raced and my tummy jolted, I was actually hoping he would make me do this. In the cold light of day it was disgusting and I was nauseated at the thought even then but my desire for humiliation won out, I was intrigued. I looked up at him and just nodded nervously, my cheeks flush with shame.



“Right, here it comes, drink!” he said and sure enough as I closed my mouth around the head of his cock, a warm salty jet of pee splattered against the back of my throat. It was strong and acrid and my first thought was I was going to vomit but luckily, most of his wee had ended up in the toilet, this was just a little ‘taster’ so to speak. He hissed in satisfaction at relieving himself in my mouth and pulled his cock out afterwards.



My eyes had teared up, whether with the shame or the foul taste of this pee but he paid no attention to that;



“Want to suck my cock then or what?” he said, waving it arrogantly in my face.



I looked and thought about it. I did, desperately, “Yes I do…..Sir…” I said, looking him in the eye. He grinned back down at me. I had to almost remind myself he was a 19 year old guy. It didn’t seem to matter just then as he fed his cock into my mouth and started to rhythmically fuck my mouth.



I held my mouth open, not that I had a choice and just held on for dear life as he keenly used my mouth and thrust in slowly but deeply, pressing the head of his cock to the back of my throat. He seemed to get tired of this though and told me to ‘do some of the work.’ I grasped his cock with my hand and licked up and down his shaft and sucked slowly.



As I was getting into it and he was showing signs of wanting to unload, we were interrupted by someone;



“Fuck’s sake Ben, can’t you do that outside, I’m bursting for a pee!” Owen said as he came in, his eyes wide as he took in the scene of me on my knees next to the toilet sucking Ben’s nob.



“It’s OK, I’m nearly done. We’ll just move across a little!” he said and in doing so, shunted the both of us about 3 feet from the toilet. As I was placed there, Ben issued fresh orders;



“Put your hands behind your head and open your mouth!” he barked.



As I did so, he gripped his now thick cock and forced it deeply into my mouth, filling my mouth completely and making me moan with the effort;



“Look up into my eyes. I’m going to fill your mouth with spunk, little slut!” Ben said, as he fucked my mouth in long strokes. I did as he ordered and just in time as I met his gaze, I saw the glazed but determined look of Ben as he held his cock in place and emptied his balls into my mouth.



The force of his orgasm caused me to cough and splutter as I choked down his jizz. I caught his eye and saw his lazy grin as watched me struggle with his sperm for what seemed like an age before he withdrew his cock and walked over to the sink to wash it. I slumped against my knees and tried to recover my breath but I didn’t get much time.



Without even saying a word, a smiling Owen moved away from the toilet and turned at an angle to face me. He simply presented his semi-hard cock to my face. I took a deep breath and didn’t even bother with any protest or discussion as I knew what was expected. I just opened my mouth and slid my lips over the head of his cock obligingly. It hardened in my mouth quickly as I gripped the throbbing shaft. Owen ran his fingers through my hair as he watched me work on his cock.



Owen didn’t force anything, he just watched from his standing position, with one hand on the wall next to us for stability as I chugged away on my knees in the toilet. Owen betrayed no emotion other that a seeming determination to see what was happening as if he was determined not to forget the experience.



I sucked him quite methodically without any real finesse or technique. I gripped the base of his shaft and slurped eagerly on the head of his cock. Within a couple of minutes, Owen’s breathing got more ragged. As he approached orgasm, he clumsily started to hump into my mouth before I felt his knees buckle slightly as he emptied into my mouth.



For some reason, as he was in the middle of his come and I’d felt a couple of globs of come hitting the back of my mouth, he pulled his dick out my mouth and landed the rest of the come on my lips and chin. He simply looked down, grinned almost apologetically and said, “Thanks,” before hopping over to the sink and washing his cock, pulling it back into his pants and walking out.



I stood shakily to my feet, the taste of two 19 years guys in my mouth before washing my face in the sink, washing myself clean of spunk but wondering how long my clean face would last.



“Where you been slut?” Said Nick leeringly from his place seated on the couch as I re-joined the guys.



“Err, I’ve been in the shower…” I said, blushing, knowing I had of course no way of keeping what had happened quiet.



“Suck any cocks while you were in there, slut?” Nick said, to giggles from the others.



“Er, yes…” I said, blushing profusely, avoiding eye contact with everyone amidst the laughter.



“Yes you did, dirty cock-sucker!” Nick added, grinning, “But…if you can manage to last half an hour without sucking a cock, the guys here would like some food before they go out! Sort it out Rosie girl!” I glared at Nick but complied as usual as the guys drank more beer and get rowdy in the lounge. Not wanting to cook naked, I fetched a dressing gown from my room and headed off to the kitchen.



As I returned half an hour later I realised a further humiliation was in store for me as the guys were sat lazily supping beers while Nick was entertaining them with a special home movie he’d made as he propped up his laptop on the low table. Yes, you’ve guessed it. As I walked in with dinner, the TV showed me on all fours sucking Liam’s cock.



Mercifully, the arrival of dinner cut their viewing short and we all ate dinner at the table. Afterwards I cleaned up in the kitchen as the guys got ready for their gig outing. Whilst mostly uneventful, Ben came into the kitchen grinning. He tapped me on the shoulder as I did the dishes.



“Hey slut, are you here all week?” He said expectantly, still grinning.



I looked at him with a little trepidation, “Err, yes I am….why?”



“I thought I’d told you, it’s Sir…” he said, not a flicker of emotion on his face.



I blushed at the indignity of having to call such a young guy that but I complied as something deep inside me called for me to, “Yes I am…Sir….” I said, not being able to prevent a hot blush of my face.



“I might just come back sometime….and pee all over you. I think you’d like it,” he said, looking inquisitively at me.



“I…er…I’m not sure I’d like that…SIr,” I said uncertainly, not even sure if I was being truthful.



“Oh I think you will,” Ben said, calmly undoing the tie on my gown and thus fully exposing my nakedness to him before helping himself to a full grope of my breasts and looking me in the eye as if trying to see something there. He just smiled arrogantly and walked out. I took a deep breath and re-tied my gown.



I was glad when Nick said he was going to go out with the others to the gig. It gave me time to reflect on what had happened but also to try and relax. I was exhausted by the trauma of everything that had happened and needed thinking time, especially about Ben. This was darker territory than I’d wanted to get in but somehow it had just happened and somehow I had been intensely excited by it.



I wondered if Ben was some sort of junior Master in the making. In his presence, my head went to mush and I seemed to lose any ability to refuse what he asked. What’s more, he seemed to know that as well as I did. I found myself thinking of Ben and hoping he would come back to the flat at some point. I felt there was something there I needed to explore but at the same I was terrified by it.



WEDNESDAY EVENING



I had a relatively quiet early evening before deciding to call in with my hubby, Paul. I phoned him first but on the call he asked me to SKYPE him. As I did and he appeared on screen, he was naked and had his cock in his hand already;



“Wow, you’re keen!” I said to him, my senses warming to the familiar face and my love of my husband. For some reason I felt a little teary and emotional at the sight of him and a sudden desire to go home seized me.



I was grateful for this chance to explore my desire for submission but the sight of my husband on his own wanting my company suddenly made me feel very lonely. A couple of hours ago, I was kneeling in front of a toilet allowing a 19 year old to pee and then come in my mouth before another guy took my mouth straight after. All that time, my husband and my home seemed a million miles away, now it was in front of me on the screen.



“I am keen yes,” Paul said, “Keen to know which challenge he picked?”



“Challenge?” I said, not realising what he was talking about before remembering the cards, “Oh the challenge, right. I was his Brother’s birthday present!” I said, looking into the screen, wanting to see and hear Paul’s reaction.



“Wow!” said Paul, stroking his cock as he sat in his chair, “…and has he had his present?” He asked



“Ummm, yes he has. I sucked his dick this morning and then he fucked me in the afternoon!” I said, always intrigued by the effect these admissions had on him.



“Oh fuck!” Paul said, “How old is he?”



“19.” I said, a glow of embarrassment on my face at the admission.



“19! You dirty whore!” Said Paul, chuckling to himself. I blushed, but smiled at the same time, sharing the joke with him. For some reason I hadn’t told him about Ben, or Owen and certainly not what Ben had made me do. Definitely something for another time I thought, if I could ever tell him at all.

Chapter 5 of a new series. Carl sees the first video back from the ship and calls Kristen in awestruck excitement. On Tuesday, Kristen and Katy decide to try the Orgy Room and enter the Sexy Lingerie Competition. Carl completes his negotiations with the Koreans in Sydney, makes the Park Hyatt dinner and finds out with his Korean guests that the Second Hand Rose Club is not any ordinary strip club. His world with Kristen, already changing enormously, is about to do so even more.



Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers’ enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead.










It was after 10 p.m. on Tuesday night in his beautiful apartment near Darling Harbour in downtown Sydney that Carl finally sat down to eat his takeaway Indian curry for dinner with a cold Peroni beer. As he sat watching Lateline and then the late news, he wolfed down the meal and his beer. His mind was still churning over where the negotiations with the Koreans had got to today. This was a big export supply contract for his mining company, and they did not want to lose these long-term customers. He went to the fridge to grab a second Peroni as the first one barely touched the sides. As he finally honed down in his mind the apparent outstanding issues to just two key issues, he thought he would do a quick email back to his work address as a little reminder to pursue a couple of things early in the morning before the face-to-face negotiations resumed at 10 a.m. Wednesday.



He smashed out the email, jotting down just some key headings that would act as an aide memoire in the morning for him to quickly do the mornings the team would need for the 10 a.m. meeting to help find a way through the real outstanding issues rather than the fluff.



It was now well after 10.30 p.m., and he was tired with the beer helping relax him. Nevertheless, after he hit send on the email back to his office, he thought he might just check his emails first and then give Kristen a call on his private mobile before going to bed. Secretly, Carl was in fact hoping that the first cruise video for husbands of the wives on the cruise with a difference might have arrived. He was in luck – there it was, an email from Campbell Hodgkins of the Adonis II!



With his stomach beginning to churn a little, a dry taste on his tongue, and a definite feeling of nervousness, Carl opened the email. Was he ready for what he was about to read and See? Possibly not. He already was tired and worn out from a long couple of days’ hard work. Yet little did he know it would be a couple of hours before he finally crashed.



He took another swig from his Peroni beer as he read the short cover email. Carl was sort of half-hoping that he wouldn’t see Kristen and Katy in the first email, notwithstanding the fact that he and Chris had enthusiastically signed up to the video feed service, and their stunningly gorgeous wives were wearing the Ace of Spades necklace to indicate they were available for filming.



As the days had progressed (and we were only up to night 4 after seeing Kristen off Saturday night), he wiped a little tear realising that he dearly missed his wonderful wife. This was especially as he came home to his empty apartment at night after an intense day at work. To hold her as he stepped inside, to cuddle and snuggle in bed – he missed these things as much as anything. But most of all, he missed her bubbly personality and warm, loving company.



Yet, on the other hand, he knew that although blessed with a great brain and many other capabilities, he just wasn’t available to deliver for Kristen what she needed in her pussy. Sure, he was a gentle and wonderful kisser and pussy licker, and Kristen certainly acknowledged she could not go past him for how well he played with her beautiful 35D tits, gently suckling them to full hardness. Carl knew he could, and certainly did bring Kristen to orgasm regularly. But there was also that loving realisation that she deserved more with her glorious body and that he, too, actually got off on knowing she could, with his blessing, have her cock cake and eat it too. Although it made his stomach churn and throat to dry somewhat, it also strangely made him so horny to know that Kristen’s gorgeous body was just made for hard rockin’, full-on dirty sex. It was almost weird. But that hard rockin’ sex was something he just couldn’t do like she needed, as much as he wished with his genuine gentle manner, small dick, and penchant for cumming too fast.



All these conflicting thoughts and emotions were running through his brain as he began to read Campbell’s cover email. He opened by advising that this was the first five emails. There would be another email for each of the next 4 nights. He read on. With each day’s email, Campbell announced that not only would there be video footage of live action on the ship as already foreshadowed, but there would also be a filmed segment done professionally in one of the royal suites featuring some of the most beautiful and delicious wives on the ship. These would be a proper short porno film, with make-up, costumes, staging, and some dialogue as a special treat to the husbands out there around the world with their wives on this cruise with a difference.



Carl’s heart simultaneously took a leap and also sunk. The next para hit him between the eyes – the first filmed segment would feature two stunning best friends from Australia, Kristen and Katy, with their new Italian friend, Maria. The segment would also feature the ship’s hairdresser and make-up lady, Jenny and Fiona, as well as three of the ship’s crew, Darren, Dexter, and Ramon, as well as himself. Carl asked himself “was he ready for this?”. He was really tired, but then he felt his little dick starting to rise. It had other ideas.



He finished reading the cover email, which included the link to the video as well as the password to open it. He followed the simple instructions and soon the video was loaded. He slipped out to the kitchen to grab a third Peroni beer from the fridge, as well as some tissues (already certain as to where this would lead), settled in his seat in front of his PC and hit play.



“Well, hi everyone to the Adonis II and the first of our daily videos being prepared to be sent back to you, the loving husbands at home,” Campbell opened. “As you know, each day, the film crew will be moving around the ship, and randomly filming action on the ship. This you already know about from the information we provided in the emailed brochure when you signed up. What we didn’t tell you then is that each day, we will also include in the video a special section where we professionally film some of the wives in action. This will be more staged, with the girls fully prepared in terms of make-up and hair, and the section done to provide an opportunity to give you guys a much closer, more professionally done look at your beautiful wives enjoying themselves here on the Adonis II.”



Carl then saw for the first time since Kristen flew out to Venezia to catch the Adonis II, one of the ship’s staff in all his glory, as the cameras panned showing Campbell’s naked, already with a hardening, long cock. The camera then panned the room to show his naked film crew colleagues, as well. Carl instantly understood deeply why Kristen had agreed to the cruise with Katy. If all the guys on the ship were hung like Campbell, she would be having her magnificent pussy pounded into orgasmic heaven.



“For the first such professionally prepared segment, we have a special treat today. May I introduce for you, from Australia, Kristen (Carl’s beautiful wife stepped out to join Campbell, kissing him lightly); Katy (she did likewise, but gave his cock a little tug as she did); and from just near here in Verona, Italy, Maria” (she followed the other two out, and followed Katy’s lead).



As the 3 girls stood in a line beside Campbell, he went on, “And we also have today, two of our wonderful staff on the Adonis II, Jenny, our hairdresser, and Fiona, our manicurist and make-up lady.”



Carl focused on his wife. His heart skipped another beat as he witnessed how fantastically Jenny and Fiona had prepared her hair and make-up, and he saw what outfit she had chosen – one of his favourites amongst her many saucy play ensembles they had bought together over the years. Kristen was in her black Pipedream Sinner’s studded leather teddy set that kept her gorgeous 35D breasts fully exposed, except her nipples which she had covered with black pasties; little G-string with an opening at the front where the pussy slit goes, and topped off with her pair of Pleaser black thigh high kinky boots with red laces up each side. Carl could also see her little bluebird tattoo just above her pussy that he loved so much.



Carl was a bit shocked when Campbell proceeded to do a short interview with each of the wives – who their husband was, what he did, where they lived, their cock measurements, why they were on the cruise, and how excited they were to do the porn film for the husbands back home. Kristen was last.



With an excited look on her pretty face she spoke clearly, “My wonderful husband, Carl, encouraged me to take this trip with my best friend here, Katy. I have never done anything like this before. This is my first time, but I am enjoying so much and I have Carl to thank so much for it. I love you so much, honey. Carl is a senior executive with a big global mining company in Sydney, and we live in a beautiful apartment near Darling Harbour close to the city.”



Campbell cut in, “And so, Kristen, why then are you on this cruise? What is it that led you here?”



Kristen thought carefully for a second but then blurted it out, “Carl is everything a girl like me could ever want except for one thing – his willy is not very big and he gets so excited around me he often comes very quickly, before I can get properly revved up. He is very talented at bringing me off other ways, especially with his fingers and tongue. But Katy here has a huge sex drive too, and her hubby Chris has actively allowed her play time for some years with great results for their marriage and sex life. Thank you so much, sweetie, and I will have some more special presents for you when I get back.”



Campbell was most impressed, as he was with Katy’s answer. His mind started thinking, “Wow! If these two girls are every bit as good in the sack as they look, perhaps I should get them again at the end of the week, and maybe, try to convince them to do some real porn films in Prague for a few days with my industry friend, Pavel and his company, before they head back to Australia.” He made a mental note to contact Pavel to see if he was planning any shoots next week.



Campbell though then returned to the now, turning to Jenny and Fiona, and asking “Girls. What do you have in mind for the husbands at home today with our three gorgeous wives?”



“We thought we might just have a girls’ party today, Campbell. Sorry, fella, but you are going to have to watch – at least for a while,” they said together. Carl’s eyes and ears pricked up. Hot diggity! Kristen and Katy are gonna be in an all-girl orgy – he thought now that is a bonus.



Campbell then proceeded to have each of the girls parade around the bed, giving a description of their outfit. Once again, Kristen was last.



He said, “Finally, viewers, we have Kristen. She has chosen a black Pipedream Sinner’s studded leather teddy set that fully exposes her luscious 35D titties, which are covered with black pasties; G-string with a slit at the front, and Pleaser black thigh high kinky boots with red laces.” As he spoke, she paraded around the bed, wiggling her butt and fondling her titties with a wonderfully wicked cute smile.



“Fellas, that is Kristen from Sydney, Australia. What a stunning hot wife! Her breasts are fucking glorious and those thigh high boots – Oh Wow! You are not going to believe this, but Kristen told me earlier this is in fact her first time away from her husband, Carl. So today’s film is going to be extra special, because until earlier today, Kristen had never been fucked by another man since she married Carl – and now she is going to be in a porno for you and her hubby back home. That is fuckin’ awesome. Jenny and Fiona, will you now lead the way and ask the girls to join you for some hot fun?” Carl’s draw almost hit the desk when he heard this – it was much more explicit than the little hints Kristen had said on camera before!



Given the girls were “the stars” of the first video back to the husbands off the ship, Carl also now understood that clearly Kristen was enjoying herself immensely, and immersing herself completely in the dark carnal pleasures available on the Adonis II. Carl knew this is why he actually encouraged her to take the vacation with Katy, but it still was causing these dual conflicting emotions – his penis was stiffening rapidly as he watched intensely the girls enjoy each other’s bodies to the max. His heart was in a state of apprehension.



He surprisingly wasn’t surprisingly feeling jealous, although the boys hadn’t joined in as yet – that might change his emotions there. He was though more somewhat sad as he took another swig on his beer, focusing on a scene that he knew this cruise would set the future of his relationship with Kristen. He knew deep down that as good as provider, and as wonderful a gentle, loving husband he was, and how much she loved him, Kristen’s bubbly personality and magnificent model-standard body and highly charged sexual motor needed more than he could give. Yes, there were going to have to be deep discussions and changes when Kristen returned, but for now, for these next few days with the cruise, his little dick was taking control of his brain, perhaps over his heart. He needed to see more. He needed to see his gorgeous stunning wife getting fucked out of her brains by massive black cocks on this video NOW!



His excitement levels raised up another notch as he watched the action closely on the video unfold, while gently fondling his now rock hard member. While watching the entire video, he obviously took a much closer and more intent study of events when the cameras zoomed in on Kristen – which, if Carl seemed to be mistaken, appeared to be quite often.



He watched as Kristen was once again last to be stripped down, by Katy and the hairdresser, Jenny. The girls were now all naked on the bed and getting into it. Not surprisingly, Kristen’s first action involved Katy fingering her pussy and getting her already very wet cunt really revved up. He saw Katy gently kissing Kristen’s little bluebird tattoo just above her pussy. Then a sort-of daisy wheel formed with Katy furiously licking and munching on Kristen’s now very wet sex, while Fiona had joined in, with Kristen now doing the same to her pussy.



Carl saw Katy suddenly bite down on Kristen’s clit, with enough vigour for Kristen to scream out “ouch.” Then a flood of cum came gushing out of Kristen’s pussy onto Katy’s face and into her mouth. Carl was awestruck. His muscles tensed and his dick twitched.



Just as Kristen screamed out “Fuck!! I’m cumming, Katy. All over you. I’m fucking gushing. Mmm,” Carl also came with a rush too, quickly grabbing some tissues to catch the cum shooting out of his dick. It softened soon after that, but his brain was massively focused on the incredible sex show before featuring his own gorgeous stunning wife. Despite being tired, he kept the tape going.



In the next scene involving Kristen, Carl observed Maria vigorously not one, but two, dildos in her – one in her vagina and a smaller one up her arse! Kristen in the meantime was focused intently on Jenny’s upper body (as Katy worked a vibrator in her below). This was hot! Not only was Kristen nibbling, sucking and even biting down on Jenny’s luscious breasts, but they were kissing – deep and passionately with their tongues clearly down each other’s throats. Soon, Kristen was cumming again. Maria whipped the dildo and started lapping at the squirting stream rushing out of Kristen’s sopping cunt! Carl’s cock already started to rise again – this was as good a lesbian orgy sex scene as he could remember.



Then the fiIm cut to the bathroom. Carl was no dill. He already knew what was about to transpire. He grabbed his cock, which was rapidly coming back to life. The girls started in the bathtub, pissing on each other. “Wow!” Carl called out to himself.



The camera zoomed in on Kristen standing over Maria and then Jenny in the shower, pissing on their tits and face! Jenny was smiling, drinking it up. Kristen was calling out, “There Jenny. Drink my piss, you hot English slut!”



In Kristen’s next scene, she was on the floor, as Katy sat on the vanity above her, pissing on her best friend’s tits and face so copiously such that Kristen was soaked. As the girls fully engaged in their eye-popping piss orgy with each other, in walked the boys into the room naked, primed and ready to go – Darren, Dexter and Ramon. Carl saw them come in on the video. His heart skipped another flutter. The all-girl show was about to end, and the part he had really tried to prepare himself for emotionally and mentally was about to begin.



Sure, he and Kristen had chatted on the phone about things already, and there was that amazing phone call Monday morning where Katy described Kristen being fucked as she did it. But now this would be for real. Carl realised he was soon about to see his wonderful wife – the centre of his universe – fucked on film by not one, but several big black cocks!



He took his hand of his dick and finished his third Peroni beer. He thought “do I want to continue with this now? Am I ready for this? I already have cum once & I am tired.” But again his dick spoke up first. “Yes. This is why we agreed for Kristen to go on the goddamn cruise. She needs good, hard lovin’. She needs those big black cocks in her raging pussy, and I want – I need – to see it!”



But the boys didn’t start by fucking the girls. First of all, they joined in the piss orgy! “Far out,” Carl thought, “this is just too much. This video is just off the planet. How are they going to keep this up? Is this what the cruise is really like?”



Each of the 3 boys pissed on one of the paying girls – Maria, Katy and Kristen. Carl’s eyes nearly popped as he saw Ramon point his 9″ firehose at Kristen’s face, getting her to drink his golden shower as much as she could, before spitting it back out. Carl closely watched his wanton slut wife in awe, but also a little trepidation, thinking “Fuck! I knew Kristen was always hot and horny, but I never realised she is actually this much of a real fuckin’ slut! We can’t go back. There has to be changes when she gets home. I need to find a way for her to get her release back here. I don’t want to lose her!” His dick was rock hard but as yet just then his thoughts were elsewhere. He was pondering what to do to keep Kristen happy.



The action then returned to the bed and elsewhere in the room. After a few minutes of the others, the cameras returned to Kristen – again last. She was in a three-way on the bed with Katy (no surprise there), and the host, Campbell! Katy was sitting on Kristen’s face, having her cunt well and truly eaten out by Kristen. But as the cameras panned down, Carl saw it. Campbell’s monstrous black cock was slowly working its way in and out of Kristen’s gorgeous pussy. She was taking it all the way in each time.



Soon he picked up the pace a bit. Katy came all over Kristen’s face, drenching her in orgasmic juices and screaming out. As she wound off her high, she stepped off camera and one of the other boys, Kristen’s room steward, Ramon, joined in with her and Campbell.



Kristen flipped over, taking Campbell now from behind as she starting sucking and wanking Ramon’s impressive hard cock back to full hardness. She was being spit roasted. As he reached full hardness, Campbell called out to her, “Kristen. Are you ready now, honey?”

My wife Karen is now 48. We have been married along time I have always longed to watch her with other men since we got married. We did have an adventure at a student party once.



Karen works in an office in town, where she has a car parking space in multi story car park.



One morning she rang me in a terrible state, to say she had panged her car when she was attempting to park in the car park.



This did not bother me too much as she was not hurt and her car was a bit of a scrapper, but she had hit a jag and damaged its wing.



I knew this would be a problem as money was very tight.



She said the security men in the car park were ok about it and wanted to have a word with her at the end of the night.



I told her to try and get it sorted as there was no way we could afford a big bill at the moment.



Now Karen is normally home by 5.30, but that night she did not get home till eight.



I tried to phone her a number of times but she did not answer.



I was worried sick by the time she came home.



I could see she was shaking and had been crying, so I gave her a hug she winched in pain and pulled away from me heading up to our bedroom.



I knew something was wrong so I followed her, she had got out of her clothes and was in her dressing gown.



I lifted her blouse and notice hand marks all over it like oil marks.



There was no sign of her Bra or pants.



I asked her if she was ok, she said she just wanted to shower



I pulled open her dressing gown and found love bites all over her body and her pussy hair was matted with hardened spunk.



Karen started to cry and the whole story came out.



When she went to the office to see the security guy he said it would be a hell of a bill but he could cover it up if she played along with him!



Karen knew we had no money to pay for it ,so reluctantly she went along with it, but she got more than she bargained for.



The older security guard who had arranged the meeting called in his mates in, one was a big black guy and one a young lad of about 18.



They told her to strip off, she said the stood there leering and sniggering as she unbuttoned her blouse and skirt and when she was naked the old guy took out his knarred old cock which I am told was quite a size and stuffed it into Karen’s mouth. It turned out he was anything but gentle he proceeded to face fuck her hard making her sick into the process.



He then turned her round and stuck his cock up her ass, he used no lub straight in balls deep.



Karen screamed, but he just laughed and told so was in no position to complain.



After the old guy was finished the black guy was hard and ready, he took his turn fucking her in every hole.



She said it all became a blur after that, hands were everywhere they bit and slapped her spit on her face pounded her holes emptying load after load of cum into her poor body.



When the others had finished the older guy tried to fist her but his hand was either too big or she was too tight



Karen told me they had used every hole as hard as they could spunk was still coming out of her ass and pussy.



My cock was fit to burst as she told me about what had happened.



I know it was wrong of me.



I know what my wife had done and gone through.



But God help me it turned me on.



I held her tight and looked at her love bites, the spunk now gathered in a puddle on the bed between her legs.



I told her everything would be ok, she kissed me and I pushed her back on the bed, as I touched her pussy she winched but opened her legs. As I mounted her spunk was forced out passed my cock.



What a fuck the best ever.



We fell into a deep sleep awaking a number of times during the night and each time we fucked long and hard.



Well she had to change car parks, but it has also opened up a new world to us, my wife was now as slut, who longed for strange cocks and I was happy to arrange many new adventures for her.

My wife Leslie and I got married young, in our mid-twenties. We met right out of college. Now, several years later, and with Leslie within spitting distance of 30, she decided it was time to have kids. This made sense to me. We were pretty settled, with decent jobs and a nice little house in the suburb. Still, we realized that it would be a life change. No more sleeping in late, no more spontaneous hiking trips, no cozy vacations just the two of us. So to bid farewell to our old care-free lives (at least for the next couple of decades) we decided to take a vacation in Vegas and just have fun, a last fling so to speak.



We took advantage of mid-week, off-season rates to book ourselves into a suite at the Venetian right on the strip. We packed light. Leslie was planning on doing some shopping, while I planned to “spend” my allowance at the tables. Leslie had a guidebook fully marked up with shows and attractions. I figured we’d probably spend most of our time by the hotel pool nursing hangovers from a couple of bottle of wine each night at dinner.



Neither of us had been to Vegas before, so it was pretty overwhelming. We spent much of our first evening just walking around the strip, until we finally got hungry enough to find a place for dinner. We settled on a nice fish place — hard to believe since Vegas is in the middle of the desert, but it was wonderful. Between cocktails, a bottle of wine, and after-dinner drinks, we were quite toasted as we stepped back out in the warm night. We’d been getting a little touchy-feely at dinner, so I was looking forward to getting Leslie back to the room for some romance. As we waited for a cab, Leslie kept noticing all the strip club ads on top of the taxis.



Finally, she said to me, “Honey, have you ever been to one of those places?”



I started to lie, but she just rolled her eyes at me. I came clean, “Yeah, a couple times. You know, Barry’s bachelor party and like once in college.” I could see she didn’t quite believe me — she knows me quite well by now — but she didn’t push it.



“What are they like? They seem like they’d be pretty rough.”



“Naw,” I replied. “Well, I guess some are, but the ones like these,” I said point to a couple of ads for ‘Gentlemen’s Clubs’, “are pretty tame and high end.”



“Do women ever go? I mean, as customers.”



“Yeah, I guess. I think some of these places even waive the cover for women or couples. Classes the place up if it isn’t just a bunch of leering men.”



“Take me,” she said firmly, with a wicked gleam in her eyes.



“Huh?”



“I want you to take me to strip club.” I hesitated. She continued, “Come on, it’ll be fun. Let’s get a little crazy.”



I sort of shrugged my shoulders, but didn’t protest, and once we got a cab, Leslie directed the driver to take us the club advertised on his roof.



I was a little worried she’d freak out when we got there. After all, even the most open-minded women are in for a bit of a shock when they first confront a strip club scene with naked women gyrating on stage and semi-clad strippers roaming around offering lap dances. And yeah, for a few moments, Leslie just took in the scene. But then she sort of giggled, grabbed me by the hand and led me down to a couple of seats up near the main stage.



The waitress came around and we ordered a couple of mixed drinks, and then another gal showed up offering neon colored shooters. When the guys next to us ordered a couple and drank them from between the waitresses cleavage, Leslie insisted we do the same. Needless to say, the guys on both sides of us got a kick out of seeing Leslie doing a shot with her face between the waitress’ big melons.



I was pretty surprised by all of this. Leslie has always seemed straight-laced to me. So much so, indeed, that it never really occurred to me to even suggest anything at all sexually “weird.” But she was taking to the scene like a fish to water, and when the girls starting coming around and chatting us up, Leslie seemed excited to talk to them.



After a little while, Leslie asked me about lap dances, and when I explained, she offered to buy me one. I declined. But she insisted, and she picked out a big breasted brunette that she noticed I was checking out across the room. I was pretty leery of all of this. As much as Leslie was into it, it just was not completely comfortable being there with her. But she seemed determined to get the full experience. So we ended up settling into a booth with our chosen stripper, Tiffany.



After a little chit-chat, Leslie told Tiffany to give me a dance, and she did while Leslie watched eagerly. I was being a good boy, keeping my hands to myself, but Tiffany was a real pro, and soon she had me hard and was rubbing her knee against my erection. I hoped that Leslie wouldn’t notice, but she apparently did because without warning, she reached out and stroked my hard cock through my pants.



“Naughty, naughty,” she teased with a smile.



The song ended, and I declined a follow-up dance, so she offered one to Leslie who quickly accepted. I have to admit, it was really hot watching Tiffany rubbing herself all over my sweetie, especially when Leslie started getting into it and rubbing her hands over Tiffany’s bare breasts and her upper thighs. When the song ended, Leslie bought Tiffany a drink and we talked for a while.



Leslie was full of questions, asking Tiffany how long she’d been dancing and how she liked it. Tiffany gave the usual stripper answers, she was just starting out and she loved it.



“Have you ever danced?” Tiffany asked my wife.



Leslie giggled. “Me? I’m flat as a pancake, no one would want to see me!” She was being modest. Though not built like a typical stripper, Leslie is a shapely 33b-22-34 on a 5’2″, 105lbs frame. Her chin-length, strawberry-blond hair and greenish eyes usually make her look more like a pixie than a vixen, but I’ve seen her turn plenty of heads over the years.



“Sure they would,” Tiffany answered. “Guys would go crazy for a tight little package like you. Most guys are tired of the Barbie doll look.”



We gabbed some more, and then Tiffany excused herself. We went back to our original seats and continued to watch the show.



After another little while, Leslie leaned over to me. “So what do you think about when you’re at a strip club?”



“I dunno, what do you mean?”



“I mean, are you thinking that you want to fuck these girls?”



I was a little shocked at her language, but we were after all sitting in a strip club, three sheets to the wind. Still, I knew better than to blurt out my initial response. But I also knew better than to pretend I was completely uninterested in the naked women all around us.



“There are obviously a lot of pretty girls here. But no, I don’t really think about having sex with them. I mean, I like looking. And it was damn hot watching Tiffany dancing with you. I mean, if you were there, I might rethink it.”



“So you’d want a threesome? With me and another girl?”



“Of course. Isn’t that every man’s fantasy?” I replied, pretty confident that would be neither shocking nor open up a can of worms. “Doesn’t mean I think about it all the time, but yeah, it’s crossed my mind.”



She flashed me that same wicked smile I’d seen when she first suggested we come to the club. “Okay. Let me see if I can set it up!” And with that she shot up and disappeared across the room.



I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared. I guess anxious about describes my state of mind. Pretty soon, though, I saw Leslie walking back alone. She handed me a card for the a “the Scarlet Lounge, a private club.” I looked at her puzzled.



“Our girl isn’t up for it. But she recommended we try out this place. Just a few miles off the strip. She said if we mention her name they’d treat us well.”



“Are you serious?” I asked, incredulously.



She giggled. “Sure. We’re drunk. We’re on our last fling. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”



Well, there was, of course, no way I was going to say no, even if in the back of my mind I was pretty sure going ahead was a mistake. But in that quick moment of decision, I realized I would always have regrets if I didn’t go along.



So, we got into a cab and gave the address. Leslie was toasted and very touchy-feely. We made out in the back seat of the cab like a couple of teenagers. She was rubbing my cock so hard that I almost came in my pants, and when I slid my hand under her skirt, i was shocked by how wet her panties were.



By the time we got to the place, I was horny as hell. We showed our card and mentioned Tiffany and they let us right in. The manager — I guess madam is the proper word here — was really welcoming and friendly and put us right at ease. She sized up quickly that we were looking for a “couples special” and after tactfully ascertaining our price range, she brought out three girls for us to look over. The first was a black girl, the second a 5’10″ mannish-looking brunette, and the third a petite Latina type. Leslie whispered that she found the first two intimidating, so we went with Elena.



There is no two ways about it. It was a memorable experience. We started off a round of drinks in the bar, and then Elena led us back to her room. I sat in a chair while the girls jumped up on the bed. Elena started massaging Leslie’s shoulders, and when she relaxed a bit, Elena started nuzzling her neck while slipped her hands under my wife’s shirt. Pretty soon, they were kissing passionately, and stripping each other naked.



Then they came over to me. Leslie pulled down my pants and Elena slipped a rubber on my prick. Then the girls starting taking turns licking my dick, stopping occasionally to kiss wetly. After a while, Leslie took my hand and the three of us climbed on the bed. Leslie pushed me onto my back and climbed aboard. She slowly made love to me while Elena kissed between us, going from Leslie’s nipples to mine. A few minutes passed and Leslie slowly lifted herself off me, sliding up until her wet shaved pussy was at my face. I buried my tongue inside her sloppy-wet snatch, eliciting a loud growl. At the same time, Elena straddled my hips and impaled herself on me. When Leslie saw what was happening, she climbed off me.



She whispered in my ear, “I want to watch you inside her.”



Leslie slid down for a better view, her face now inches from my dick as it disappeared into Elena’s pussy. Elena rode me slowly, expertly, and when she lifted up off me, she encouraged my wife to suck my dick, now covered with Elena’s juices. I didn’t want to turn Leslie off, so instead I flipped Elena onto her back and proceeded to bang her harder. Leslie laid down beside me.



She licked my ear lobes and then whispered, “Yeah, fuck her. Fuck her hard.”



We switched around another couple of positions. The most memorable was the way we finished, with me taking Elena from behind while she licked Leslie to a screaming orgasm. I came what felt like a gallon.



But as memorable as it was, the fantasy, or maybe even the retelling, are more exciting than the reality. At the time, I can remember noticing that Elena looked worn beyond her years, and I couldn’t help but wondering how many other guys had been where we were just even that evening. Her room was shabby around the edges, like an aging motel room. Plus, since Leslie had been on the pill since college, I wasn’t used to the feeling of wearing a rubber. And of course, because it was approaching 4:00am, I was tired and my buzz was turning into the beginnings of a hangover. Enjoying the whole experience was more work than it should have been.



We got dressed and straightened up. As the cab drove back to the hotel, we could see the sun starting to peek over the mountains to the East. Leslie dozed off on the ride, so we didn’t talk much. And at the hotel, we just sleepwalked to our room and collapsed onto the bed.



I woke up around 10:00am, with a nasty headache, and the terrible feeling that Leslie would probably be pretty upset when she awoke and remembered the previous night’s events. I took a long, long, hot shower. But when I got out, I was pleased and surprised to find Leslie awake, with a room service breakfast on the way, and a smile on her lips despite the somewhat haggard look in her eyes. We munched on a light meal, drank some coffee, and sheepishly joked about the evening. In the end, Leslie reminded me, “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Then she went off to take a shower, while I sat back, drinking coffee, watching Sports Center on TV and thinking about what a cool wife I had.



We were moving pretty slow that day. We managed to make it across the street to Caesar’s to browse the shops and admire the recreation of the Roman forum. Leslie picked up a pair of shoes and a couple of silk scarfs. We had a light lunch and then went back to out hotel room for a well-deserved nap.



It was nearly 6:00pm when we woke up, somewhat refreshed, but still in agreement that a relatively quiet evening would do us good. We had an early dinner, and then I wanted to hit the tables for my first time on the trip. Leslie joined me for a while, but disappeared after an hour to explore the hotel and entertainment options.



I had started off really hot and was up over $1200 almost right away, but unfortunately, I lost a couple of big hands. I kept saying to myself that if I could just get back to $1000 up, I’d walk away, but instead I seemed to be trapped in an endless cycle of win-one-lose-one that had me falling further and further from my goal. Still, I was having fun. We had a good table. Gladys, a retiree from Florida, was at the far left, puffing on cigarettes and drinking scotch and sodas. It was funny seeing her snort at the beginners who kept joining the table, making dumb bets and walking away down $200 in 5 minutes. To my right was Jack, a slender Texan with a bushy mustache, bolo tie, and a ten-gallon cowboy hat. He was a hoot, really playing up his straight-out-of-central-casting persona.



Leslie returned around 11:00pm.



“How’s the table doing?” she asked.



Jack gave her big smile, “It suddenly got a lot better.”



She smiled back, and then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.



Jack guffawed. “Well, damn, son, you may not have a lot of luck at cards, but you sure seem lucky at love.”



I introduced them. Leslie reached out to shake his hand, and he took it and kissed her hand. She giggled.



“So, anything going on?” I asked.



“Naw, just a couple of crappy bands playing the lounges. I was hoping to get tickets to the comedy show at midnight, but they’re sold out.”



“Well, that’s okay,” I replied. “I don’t want to walk away quite yet. I think my luck is turning.” I was on a short winning streak that had gotten me back to even from over $500 down.



She yawned. “Yeah, well I’ll probably turn in soon anyway.”



At that point, Jack jumped in. “Hey, if you want to see the show, I’ve got an extra ticket. Won it at the 7 o’clock drawin’.”



Leslie perked up. “Yeah?”



“I was just gonna use the extra seat for my hat, but you’re welcome to it. You can have the other if ya want,” he said to me.



I shook my head no. “I think I’ll stick it out here.” I turned to my wife, “You want to go with Jack?”



She raised her eyebrow at me and then smiled. “Sure, why not. Meet you back in the room?”



“Naw,” I replied, “check back here first. I’ll be the guy with the huge pile of chips in front of him by then.”



She kissed me on the cheek and then she and Jack went off to the comedy club.



My winning streak continued long enough to get me up $800, but then I hit a terrible run. Dealer kept pulling 5s on 16s, I’d split aces and get dealt a pair of threes on them. By the time Leslie came back around 1:15am, I was down over $2000.



She was real tipsy and giggly. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “So are you coming to bed with me? Or should I make other plans?”



“Just give me a few minutes,” I said distractedly as the dealer dealt another hand. “I’ll be right there.”



I didn’t even watch her leave. My bad luck continued. I lost another $500, but finally things turned my way, and I won enough hands to be able to leave the table with a modicum of pride, even if I was still down $1200 for the night. I looked at my watch and realized it was now past 2:30am. More than a few minutes, but I figured Leslie would forgive me. I hurried up to the room. I put the keycard in the door and pushed it open.



I heard them right away, but it didn’t register at first. I remember wondering what Leslie was doing watching porn this late at night. Then I stepped into the bedroom. Leslie was naked, on her back, her legs draped over Jack’s shoulders. He was standing at the foot of the bed, clad only in his black socks and cowboy hat, pistoning his cock into my wife. Whether from shock or exhaustion, for a while, I could only stand there watching. They’d been at it for a while, that was clear. Leslie was moaning and groaning through breathless gasps. Jack had rivers of sweat rolling down his cheeks onto his chest. At one point, he pulled out and several times lightly slapped Leslie’s snatch with his bare member. For the first time I noticed how hung he was, his cock seemed to be the size of one of those “tall boy” beer cans. He then plunged back into her, making Leslie throw her head back in passion and growl, “Ohhh, fuck yeah!”



I snapped out of my trance. “What the fuck is going on?” I demanded.



Leslie looked over at me. “Oh God, Dave, did you see his cock?”



Jack shot me a big grin, “I bet her $100 she couldn’t see my pecker and not end up in bed with me.”



Leslie giggled. “You owe Jack a hundred bucks!”



She grabbed his hands in hers and slung her hips against his groin. “Oh baby, oh baby,” he moaned, accelerating his own movements. “Give it to me!” she hissed. That seemed to push him over the edge. He let out a loud yowl and his knees seemed to buckle slightly. He slowly pumped her for another few moments, and then with a sigh let his thick, wet dick slide out of my spouse’s pussy.



“Oh wow, that was amazing,” she gushed. She sat up and looked over at me. “Not as good as Dave, of course,” she said with a wink, “but wow!”



He just gave her an exaggerated ‘aw shucks’ grin in response.



She stood up and gave Jack a big wet kiss and then walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’m gonna get cleaned up and be right back,” she said as she ambled to the bathroom.



Jack sat on the bed and pulled on his boxers. He looked up at me with a cautious smile. “Hey buddy, no hard feelings, right? Normally, I’d never make a pass at a married lady, but after she told me about your adventures last night, I figured you’d be cool with it. Maybe even like it?”



I sort of stammered something noncommittal, and he seemed to get the point.



“Well, I better be going,” he said, standing up and reaching for his pants.



Just then Leslie re-entered the room. “Oh no you don’t,” she said gaily. “I’m not done with you… or with this,” she said as she reached into Jack’s boxers and stroked his member.



“Honey, you done tuckered me out,” he drawled.



“Well, then you’re just gonna have to stay the night and rest up so you can finish what you started,” she answered.



He sort of shrugged and let her pull him back over to the bed. “You just rest up and let me take care of everything,” she cooed. He laid back and closed his eyes as Leslie pulled his boxers back off. She started stroking his cock firmly while she starting kissing and sucking on his nipples.



Jack let out a gurgling moan, “Oh baby, you are good at this.”



Leslie looked up at me. “Join us, baby.”



I hesitated. “Naw, honey, I’m really beat. Maybe later,” I replied lamely, hoping she’d take the hint and send Jack on his way.



She looked back and forth from me to Jack’s cock and the sort of shrugged, “Ok, baby, the door’s open.” Then she went back sucking on his prick.

I stumbled out of the room and collapsed onto the sofa feeling despondent. My hope that being out of room would insulate me turned out to be misguided. I could clearly hear them in the the next room, although I did manage to doze off for part of the night. I don’t know how many times they did it. I know it was at least two because I had to walk past them to go to the bathroom twice, and each time they were at it. The first time, Leslie was riding Jack, her eyes closed as she slowly rose and fell on his big shaft. The second time, he was between her legs, really laying pipe, making a mockery of the notion that missionary means staid. After about 7:00am, though, they seemed to be down for the night, and I managed to get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.



I woke up to the sound of voices. Jack was coming out of the shower with a towel around his waist, and Leslie was ordering breakfast from room service. She had a hotel robe draped over her shoulders, but it was open in the front, exposing basically everything. Despite what I had witnessed the night before, her casual nudity around him felt like a kick in the stomach.



Jack was all smiles. “Man, what a night!” he exclaimed. “Won big at blackjack, and then I got lucky!”



Leslie giggled.



“Hey, I owe you guys,” he continued. “Listen, I’ve got a powerboat out on Lake Mead. What say you guys join me on the water for the day. Get a little sun, have some beers. It’s beautiful.”



“That would be great,” Leslie exclaimed quickly. Then she looked over at me, “can we go?”



I realized that after our first night’s activities, I would look like a total ass if I showed how jealous I was. And anyway, out on the water seemed a better option than spending the day in the hotel room. I nodded. “Sure, honey, it’ll be fun.”



Leslie and I ate some breakfast and then showered. Jack was waiting for us downstairs in his vintage Caddy. I sat in front with him, making uncomfortable small talk while Leslie napped in the back. Most of misgivings vanished when we got to the lake, which was genuinely stunning, bright blue and surrounded by orange desert hills. Jack had a sleek 27 footer, with room for sunning out front, and a built-in cooler in the back we filled with ice and beer.



We tooled around for a little while, and Jack told us he wanted to show us a really neat cove on the other side of the lake. He asked if I wanted to drive, and I said sure, enjoying the breeze in my face as I pushed the throttle up. Leslie had decided to get a tan, so she stripped off her shorts and t-shirt, and with a towel and lotion clambered up front. She was wearing her sexiest bikini, pale green to match her eyes and with a thong bottom. She laid on her back, with her head toward the bow, giving us a little peak between her legs as she sunned herself sleepily. Jack gave me a little nudge and a wink. I couldn’t help but grin back.



He leaned over and said, “I think I’m gonna go up front. Aim for that hill over there,” he pointed across the lake.



I nodded and he climbed through the windshield toward Leslie. I watched in shock as he suddenly lowered his swimming trunks. He coated his cock with suntan lotion, and then slid down between her legs. Without a word, he just pulled her thong to the side and pushed his big prick into my wife. I couldn’t hear her over the engine noise, but from the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, it was perfectly obvious that she was delighted by his approach.



Since I was driving the boat, I couldn’t turn away. Instead I basically had to watch as just a few feet away another man stretched my wife’s pussy like I never could. Worse, I had to endure being watched by boats passing us on left and right. They wouldn’t know they were seeing a man being cuckolded, but I still knew I must look like a damn fool crossing the lake with a copulating couple of my deck. The ride across took about 15 minutes, and the whole time Jack was between Leslie’s legs hammering away, until finally as we approached the cove, he lifted himself up on his arms, thrust deep inside my wife and shuddered from head to toe. He pulled out and rearranged himself, and Leslie sat up and gave me a saucy grin. “Having fun?” she mouthed at me.



I forced myself to smile and nod as Jack took over the driving from me. The cove had a lovely sandy beach. We anchored a couple of dozen yards off shore, and went in for a swim. Leslie was having a great time, playfully splashing around with both me and Jack. We climbed back into the boat, and Jack broke out a round of beers and some sandwiches he’d brought. Sitting there in the sun, glistening from her swim, and with a big satisfied grin on her face, Leslie just looked damn sexy. I had to admit, getting fucked silly by Jack seemed to be doing her a lot of good.



Across the cove, we noticed a bunch of activity. Jack told us that it was a local marina that hosted parties every weekend. We decided to go closer to take a look. There was a stage set up and a band was getting ready to play. We pulled up to to a pylon and tied up. More boats arrived, and soon boats were tying up to each other since there was no more room at the pier or buoys. Just as the band was starting up, an 18-foot bowrider pulled up next to us with a bunch of college kids judging from the “Senior Week” banner flying from the canopy. They asked permission to tie up, and Jack waved them in.



“God, were we that young in college?” I asked Leslie as I checked out our new arrivals.



She laughed. “Naw, you were probably always an old man.”



Our new neighbors were three guys — Chuck, Tim, and Billy — and two girls — Tina and Jeannie. The guys were cut from the same mold, really skinny with big baggy trunks. Chuck was over six feet had dark hair and an earring. Tim was blonder and a bit shorter. Billy’s hair was longer than the others and kept falling into his eyes. Tina was a slender brunette, maybe 5’6″, and very cute despite the braces on her teeth. Jeannie looked to be of Thai origin or something, though she had a typical California accent. She was tiny, maybe 5′ tall and 95 lbs soaking wet, but she managed to pack a nice bubble butt onto that frame. Unlike the oversized swimwear worn by the boys, both girls were in tiny thongs that almost made Leslie’s narrow strips of fabric seem modest.



We started gabbing with them, and they seemed nice enough. After a while, Tina and Jeannie climbed aboard Jack’s boat because it rode a little higher and they wanted a better view of the band, and I went on theirs because they had a grill going in the back. The whole cove was a big party, everyone drinking and having fun, so it didn’t faze me when they started smoking some pot out in the open. They invited us over to partake, and Leslie and I took a few hits, while Jack stayed just with beers. When the band went on break, we all gathered in the rear seating areas of the two boats, by chance with Leslie and the guys over in their boat and Jack and me and the girls in Jack’s. Between the booze and the pot and the hot sun, we were all obviously feeling no pain.



I could tell that Leslie was having fun teasing the young guys. She kept lifting her hands above her head and stretching, and she seemed to readjust her thong every few minutes. The guys were also getting bolder about checking her out and starting to pepper their conversation with innuendos. Leslie mentioned how fit all three were and asked how often they worked out. Chuck just laughed and said they did all their lifting 12 ounces at a time.



“No way!” Leslie exclaimed. “No way you got those abs just sitting around drinking beer,” she said reach over to run her hands over Chuck’s six pack.



He jolted a bit at her touch and reached down to adjust his shorts. “You seem like a fun lady,” he said, “ever been to a tupperware party?”



Leslie scrunched up her face. “What? Like in the 1950s? How old do you think I am?”



“Naw, naw, naw,” Billy exclaimed. “The new kind. All the kids are doing it.”



“Really?” Leslie asked. “So what’s it like?”



The guys exchanged a series of glances. Finally, Chuck answered, “It’s when a fun-loving gal… ya know… when we make her airtight.”



Leslie looked perplexed for a minute, and then she guffawed. “That is foul. You guys are sick,” she said laughing, but I noticed that she kept one hand on Chuck’s abs and had the other resting now on Billy’s thigh. She looked up at Chuck and their eyes locked for a few long seconds. Then he grabbed her by the waist and easily lifted her onto his lap.



She shrieked, “What do you think you’re doing!” But she couldn’t keep a straight face and instead burst into uncontrollable giggles. Chuck took advantage of her incapacity to yank her top up over her head and bury his face into her chest. “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” she shrieked again, but as before her giggling was at odds with her words.



“Okay, that’s enough,” I said as I stepped toward the other boat.



But being drunk and high does not encourage sure-footedness on a boat, and I suddenly slipped and fell flat on my ass. Jack and the kids laughed at my clumsiness. Red-faced, I managed to sit back up, only to notice that Leslie had gone silent. She was still in Chuck’s lap, his lips wrapped around her nipple and his hands roughly kneading her butt, but she now had her head back and her eyes closed, and she seemed to be moaning slightly. As I watched, she started grinding her hips into his crotch.



Chuck didn’t waste any time. He grabbed Leslie under her ass and stood up. He quickly pulled down his shorts, exposing his angry-red, curved erection. He then sat back down with my wife in his lap. Chuck gave her a wet sloppy kiss as he reached down and yanked her bikini bottom aside. She continued to grind against him as he adjusted their positions and shoved his hard cock up her snatch. Leslie growled lustily and then returned to sucking his face.



Everyone watched the two of them rutting for a while, and then Tim kneeled on the bench beside them. He pulled down his trunks and grabbed the back of Leslie’s head. Amazingly, she didn’t protest as he pulled her face down to his crotch, jamming his cock down her throat. Despite the events of the previous 48 hours, I was in shock as I watched these two kids double-teaming my wife. Tim was especially rough, winding his hand into her blond locks and forcing his dick into her throat until she gagged. As that was going on, Billy reached down and started rubbing her ass. He slid her thong to the side and ran his fingers up and down her butt crack. When Leslie didn’t protest, he squirted a thick gob of suntan lotion between her ass cheeks. He gave me a wink and then pressed two fingers up her butt. Leslie pulled off Tim’s cock and let out a loud yowl, but Tim just pulled her back down onto his shaft and Billy continued to pump his digits in and out of her ass.



Billy’s version of foreplay didn’t last long. He pulled his fingers out of her butt, dropped his shorts, and squatted down behind her. Leslie lifted her head off Tim’s crotch just long enough to peer back over her shoulder and say, “go slow, baby, I haven’t done this in a long time.” I filed that away as a future topic of conversation since she had never done it with me at all.



I didn’t have long to contemplate that before Billy squeezed the head of his prick up my wife’s bum. As he entered her, she visibly tensed up, but Chuck continued to pound her pussy and Tim reached down to fondle her nipples, and after just a few moments she got back into the rhythm and relaxed. Billy then took advantage to press the rest of his rod into her. For a few seconds, all three guys had her fully penetrated — even Tim’s entire shaft had disappeared into her mouth — and then they started really fucking her, pounding away at all three orifices simultaneously.



From behind me, I heard Tina gasp, “Oh God, they did that to me once, and I couldn’t walk straight for a week.” I noticed her hand was down the front of her bikini bottom and Jack was rubbing her shoulders. I could see where that was going.



I figured I might as well join in, so I slid over close to Jeannie who was watching Leslie getting triple teamed. I wasn’t quite sure how to break the ice, so I decided to offer to rub some more lotion on her shoulders. She gave me an amused smile and agreed. Her skin was soft and warm, very inviting. From my vantage point over her shoulder I was able to peak down at her nice b-cup mounds. While I wasn’t crazy about seeing my wife being turned into a complete slut before my eyes, I was pretty happy about being paired with Jeannie who was definitely a little spitfire. After a while, I started rubbing down her arms, and when she didn’t protest, I slid my hands over under her bikini and cupped her breasts. She immediately tensed and shook me off.



She turned to look at me, “I don’t think so….” Her voice trailed off and I noticed she was looking past me at Tina and Jack. She turned back and smiled at me, “Unless…. Are you packing as much as your friend?” Before I could answer, she reached out and pulled down the waistband of my shorts. She gave me a sad shrug, “sorry.” She stood and walked over to Jack and Tina. Tina’s head was in Jack’s lap and she was loudly slurping away on his big cock. Jeannie pealed off her bikini bottom and sat astride his thigh. She jammed her tongue down his throat and ground her bare snatch against his leg.



Billy’s loud whoop brought my attention back around. He had pulled out and was spraying his jism all over Leslie’s back. When he was done, he stumbled back out of the way. Tim quickly took his place, burying his cock deep in my wife’s inviting ass. As Billy dove into the water to cool off, I heard a loud moan behind me. I turned to see Jeannie slowly impaling her tight, little pussy on Jack’s huge shaft as Tina ducked low to suckle his scrotum. Having been well primed by Leslie’s mouth, Tim didn’t last long, finishing in her butt with a series of exaggerated grunts. Chuck was still going strong however and he must have decided he wanted to try out her backdoor as well because he lifted Leslie off his lap and positioned her onto her hands and knees. He kneeled behind her, spread her butt cheeks, and began sodomizing her roughly. Without a cock in her mouth to gag her, Leslie responded by squealing loudly enough that folks even several boats over peered over for a look.



In the meantime, Tina had switched off with Jeannie riding Jack’s oversized member. Wide-eyed, Tina gasped at her friend, “Oh God, he’s so fucking big.” Jeannie grabbed Tina’s nipples and pinched them, “Take that big cock you fucking slut,” she ordered before leaning forward to kiss Tina wetly. As they Frenched, Jeannie reached around and spanked her friend roughly.



Back on the other boat, Chuck finished just as Billy emerged from the lake sporting another rock-hard erection. He pushed my wife down so that she was lying flat, face down on the deck. Then without a word, he coated his cock with sun tan lotion, climbed on top of her and pounded his dick back into her ass. Chuck and Tim had also taken a quick dip and were now back in the boat, downing cold beers and critiquing their friend’s butt-fucking technique. To my shock, both were again sporting raging hard-ons. When Billy finished, the cocky little fucks actually did a quick two of three “rock, paper, scissors” to see who’d get the next shot at my wife. It was Chuck, who rolled her over on her back, wedged her legs up over his shoulders and went to town hammering her pussy.



Tina’s loud gasps brought my attention back around. She was on the hands and knees, grunting and groaning under the strain of taking Jack’s cock. When she saw me looking, she flashed my a saucy grin and reached out toward me. Before I knew what was happening she’d snaked her hand up the leg of my shorts. She took a surprising firm grip of my member and stroked me in time with the pounding she was taking from behind. I didn’t want to be turned on, but she was so lewd and so forward that before I knew it, I was spewing a load in my pants. She giggled and showed off the results of her successful handjob to Jeannie who gave a sad grin and then flashed me a quick “L” for loser on her forehead. I think Jack noticed it and got a little pissed because at that moment he pulled out of Tina and pushed his prick into Jeannie’s mouth, gagging her on his big piece of meat. That was at best a small consolation since on the other boat, the guys were starting round three on Leslie with no sign of slowing down.



Chuck was between my wife’s thighs, hammering away. What he lacked in skill, he definitely made up for in non-existent refractory lag. Leslie was just laying back, looking more than a little stunned by the workout she’d gotten and was still getting. Billy was looking buzzed and he raised his beer to me in a toast.



“Your wife is a great fuck,” he slurred. “I wish I’d taken her to the prom!”



It took me a second to sink in. “Prom? You have a college prom?”



Tina was sitting beside me. She giggled. “Naw, we’re seniors…. You know… high school seniors.”



Jack actually spit out his beer at that, “Oh shit, we’re goin’ to jail.”



Tina giggled. “Naw, age of consent is 16 in Nevada. But we’re all 18 anyway… well except for Chuckie the retard who was left back in middle school. He’s 19.” He looked up from fucking Leslie and gave Tina the finger.



Jack shrugged at all of this and continued working his pecker into Jeannie’s teen mouth. With his hand on the back of her head, he fucked her face forcefully. Jeannie may have been young, but she was experienced enough to take his huge cock. She even fondled his balls with one hand while stroking the exposed part of his shaft with the other. Jack closed his eyes and with a loud growl dropped what must have been a huge load into her mouth, because when he pulled out, it was running down her chin and onto her chest.



Tim must have decided he was tired of waiting for Chuck to finish, so he kneeled down in front of Leslie. He grabbed a thick handful of her hair, lifted up her head, and pressed his cock into her mouth. For the next couple of minutes, Chuck and Tim hammered her roughly from both ends, until as if by design they both shuddered and came at the same time. They exchanged a couple of high fives and then turned to give me a big smirk.



All those near-simultaneous climaxes created a natural break in the action. I went over to the other boat and helped Leslie get herself together then aided her as she unsteadily climbed back onto Jack’s boat. She plopped herself down in the passenger seat, and watched the band finish up with a dazed look on her face. The kids had also had enough and then soon cast off. We finished off another round of beers and followed suit.



Jack took the wheel on the way back across the lake, and Leslie and I both sat quietly. I, at least, was lost in thought. Things had definitely taken an unexpected turn or five. I was desperately, brutally jealous. My stomach was churning. I wanted to just grab Leslie. Shake her. Hit her. Yell. Something.



But I was also paralyzed. I could have headed all this off at a half-dozen spots, and I hadn’t. Hell, it was my idiotic willingness to take her to that fucking whorehouse that had, more than anything, set all of this in motion. But it was also the strip club and the lap dance and sitting at the blackjack table instead of taking her to the comedy show. From Leslie’s perspective, I could see how she might think I was not only cool with all this, but actively encouraging it. Even on the boat, she’d seen me trying to feel up Jeannie and get a handy from Tina.



But I was still angry. Yeah, we’d had a threesome and I got a handjob, and in the meantime she’d fucked one guy all night long, and then gotten gangbanged by a bunch of kids. She’d even given them her ass! Something I never got. Was this the real Leslie? A cheap slut willing to fuck any stranger with the guts make a move on her. Had she been doing this all along? I started replaying every event of our past eight years together, suddenly seeing dozens of events in a new light. Platonic friends became, in my mind, illicit lovers. Every girls night out a wild orgy. Business trips a cover for an affair with her boss.

After our heated session in the garage Ann went into the house and went to the shower to clean up. I went to the frig to get a cold drink and to sit and think about what has happened in the last few weeks.



My wife of 10 years has gone from wanting sex 2 – 3 times per month to wanting it everyday and sometimes 2 times a day. She has gone from never liking to suck my cock to liking it and swallowing. She has gone from the faithful little housewife to a wife who has fucked a complete stranger. She has also gone from the conservative dressing lady to an outright exhibitionist.



Was this going way too fast? What was next in her now scheming mind?



Monday thru Thursday passed with no more incidents and more back to normal except for the sex. She wanted it every night. Now I am not complaining I was thoroughly enjoying this.



Friday came around and she said, “Isn’t Saturday night your once a month poker night?”



“Yes and the guys are coming to our house this month, is that ok?” She usually goes out with the girls on my poker nights and catches a movie or some drinks.



“I better get some snacks ready for the boys I know how they like to eat. I would not be much of a hostess if I wasn’t prepared.”



“Are you going out with the girls like you usually do?”



“They are all busy so I will just stay out of the way and play hostess if you don’t care.”



“No I don’t care if you do not mind getting beer and snacks all night?”



She shrugged, “I’m fine with that.”



Saturday night came and at 7pm the guys started showing up. Dave was the first one and I have known Dave since college. Shortly after Tom rang the bell and coming up the walk behind him was Sam. Tom was a client of mine and Sam was a coworker of mine.



I had the table set up and grabbed everyone a beer and Sam said, “Let’s Play.” Sam was a little older about 42 graying hair and a strong build for someone in their forties. Tom was about my age and what women would consider a handsome man. Dave was also my age and was shorter and stocky.



We sat playing cards and Dave asked, “Did Ann go with the girls tonight?”



I said, “No she is around somewhere she said she would play hostess and stay out of the way. I guess our hostess is not around yet so I will get another beer for everyone.”



Suddenly, Ann came out from the kitchen with 4 beers in her hands and my jaw nearly hit the floor, the room went silent. Ann was wearing the little black dress we had bought at Victoria’s Secret. The one that barely covered essential parts and laced up the front from her waist. She also had on her new red shoes.



She spoke to break the silence, “I guess I have not been a very good waitress tonight so far. I hope you boys will forgive me.”



She took Tom his beer first and bent slightly to put it on the table. When she bent over her ass was showing. She then gave Dave his beer and again showed her ass to everyone. She brought my beer to me and “accidentally” dropped the coaster and bent over to pick it up bending at the waist. The front of her dress fell open and you could see her tits hanging down and her ass was completely uncovered. She walked around the table and gave Sam his beer.



She said, “If you boys need anything else just whistle I will be in the kitchen.” She started to walk away and Tom wolf whistled.



She turned, “Yes?”



Tom said, “Nothing now I just wanted to see if it worked.”



Ann went into the kitchen and the guys looked at me in amazement. I looked back at them stunned.



Sam said, “You don’t look like you expected that either.”



I shrugged, “No I was not expecting that. But is does not surprise me either. The last few weeks have been really different for us. To tell you the truth I am loving it.”



We played a few more hands and needed some more beer. I believe the guys were drinking faster than normal so we could get our hostess back out. Dave let out the whistle and Ann came around the corner.



Dave asked, “Would it be possible to get another beer?”



She smiled, “Sure, would you boys also like some snacks?”



Dave said, “That would be great if it’s no trouble.”



Ann came back around the corner with the beers and this time she made sure she brushed her tits against the guys when they got their beers. Dave having known Ann the longest reached out and put his hand on the back of her thigh and patted it saying, “Thank-You Ann you make a great waitress I will have to leave you a tip.”



Ann responded, “Well thank-you Dave and I am counting on it.”



She then came back to the table with the snacks and put a small serving dish by each one of us and served up the snacks. In doing this she was showing her ass each time. She then set the snack tray on the side table, which was lower, and when she did this she again bent over at the waist and not only her ass but also her thong-covered pussy was showing.



By now my cock was rock hard and I am sure I was not the only one. There seemed to be a lot of adjusting of crotches going on at the table.



I am very proud of my wife and how sexy she is. I had come to the point where I was thoroughly enjoying our new sex life. I knew that Ann liked showing off for herself and for me. I also knew where she was hoping this all was going.



This went on for a while and each of us had 6 or 7 beers. We were drinking a little more heavily tonight than usual. I decided that now was the time to let Ann have her complete fantasy.



This time I whistled for our hostess. She came around the corner with the beer and when she served me I reached around and grabbed her ass and let my fingers reach for her pussy. She was absolutely drenched she was so wet. In fact when my fingers entered her pussy you could hear the squish noise and all of the guys knew what happened. Ann just moaned.



If what she wanted was to show off and get fucked then so be it. If all she wanted was to be an exhibitionist then she was going to be surprised.



I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and said, “Why won’t you be a good little hostess and suck my cock for me you little slut.”



She looked at me with an “are you sure” look and dropped to her knees in front of my chair. She looked up one more time and then sucked my cock into her mouth.



I looked at the guys around the table and they were wide-eyed and silent.



I asked her, “What kind of a slut hostess are you leaving our guests.”



She stopped sucking my cock and went to Sam. She swallowed Sam’s cock in one breath, as he was not very large probably 5 – 6 inches. Sam’s eyes rolled back and he was enjoying her throat on the head of his dick.



I broke in and said, “Slut you better move on to our next guest and she went to Tom. When she got around the table to Tom she stopped and said, “Oh my god.”



Tom scooted away from the table and I thought “Oh my god” He had the biggest cock I have ever seen. He put Mark to shame. This monster was at least 10 – 11 inches long and reached up past his belly button.



Ann reached down with both hands and could not wrap her hands around it. She opened her mouth wide and put the head of it in her mouth. She slowly worked about a third of it in her throat and gagged once trying. She was using both hands to pump it while she sucked.



I told her, “Slut I know you like that one but we still have Dave over here waiting his turn.



Dave’s cock was like him short but thick. Ann bent over to shove his cock down her throat and suck. I got up and walked over behind her lifted her skirt and slapped her ass. She let out a moan on Dave’s cock. I slid her thong panties out of the way. I sunk my cock into her wet pussy with one plunged.



She rose off of his cock and said, “Yes finally someone is going to fuck me.”



I again slapped her ass as I was sliding in and out, “For being such a naughty girl everyone is going to fuck you tonight.” I kept plowing deep into her pussy and she went back to Dave’s cock.



I pulled out of Ann just before cumming and shot my load on her back and ass.



I told the guys, “I didn’t want any of my buddies taking sloppy seconds on this slut. Sam your next, get over here.”



Sam looked like I cannot believe you are asking me to fuck your wife.



“Come on you better have at it before Tom puts his meat into her.” Sam got up and lined up his cock and slid it into Ann.



She rose off of Dave’s cock and a “YESSSSSSSSSSS!” came from her mouth. She bent over again and swallowed Dave’s cock. Dave could take no more and started cumming shooting load after load into Ann’s mouth. She took all of it and then scooted up and put her tits in Dave’s face.



She told him, “Suck and bite my tits.” Dave gladly started working on her tits.



Ann started to let out yelping noises each time Sam slammed into her pussy. Sam, leaned his head back and closed his eyes and said, “Here it comes slut.” He then started cumming in my wife’s pussy.



When he was done he said, “I figured I better lube her up for Tom.”



Tom got up and his huge cock was like a sword leading him to Ann’s pussy. He grabbed her hair and said, “Are you ready for this you little slut?”



Ann gasping “Yes fuck me Tom, fuck me deep and hard.”



Tom stepped up and bent her over even further and pushed the head of his cock into Ann’s pussy. It was so big that I thought there is no way she can take all of it. It looked like just the head was going to split her in two. Tom then leaned forward and put about 4 inches into her. Ann was grunting and squirming under him.



She reached back for his cock in her pussy, “For god’s sake fuck me!”



Tom slammed his cock into her pussy until it completely disappeared and Ann’s knees buckled. She went to the floor with Tom in her and she bent over doggie style.



Her face was against the floor and she said, “Do It!”



Tom withdrew some of his huge cock and I swore as he was pulling out he was pulling part of her pussy with him. He then thrust forward and planted all of it back into her and she screamed like a wild animal. Ann then started to violently shake and she screamed, “I’m CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMING!”



Tom then just pistoned in and out of her pussy. Ann came 3 times during Tom’s assault on her and then he started to orgasm. He pulled out and went to her head and was jacking off then started to cum on Ann’s face and hair.



While Tom was cumming on her face Dave who had not got to fuck her yet went in behind her as her ass was still stuck in the air. He rubbed his cock on the cum I had previously deposited and grabbed hold of Ann’s hips. He then inserted his cock in her ass. He popped the head in and really gave her no time to adjust to it and pushed his cock all the way into her ass. Ann at first was in shock. She had never had her ass fucked before so she was an anal virgin. When it finally hit her what had just happened and the pain flashed through her brain she tried to pull away and Dave held onto her hips like he was riding a wild bull. He just stayed planted in her ass. She then made a change and started pushing back against his cock and the said, “Dave fuck my ass!”



Dave started to drive in and out of her sweet ass and Sam got underneath her and started licking her pussy. Sam was under her so that his cock was at her face and she started sucking his cock while he ate her pussy and Dave fucked her ass. I sat in a chair with my dick rock hard again and was stroking it and Tom was standing again looking for someplace to put his cock.



Dave started to cum and grunted and shot a load into her ass. When he did Ann started to cum on Sam’s face and Sam shot his load into her mouth.



Ann fell flat on Sam and I got up and helped her off of him. I told Tom to get on the floor. He laid down and I sat Ann on his lap. She was in a daze from all of the sex. I raised her up and Tom grabbed his enormous cock and guided it toward her pussy. As the head disappeared I let go and Ann sunk all the way down on it. She leaned forward and Tom started sucking on her tits.



It was then my turn. She was so turned on last week by watching the double fucking that Denise got that I was going to let her feel it. Now between my cock and Tom’s cock she was getting a bigger bang. I may not have been the one to burst her cherry ass but I was going to be the second.



I put my cock at her ass and she started to say, “I can’t do both—-” and the head of my cock slipped into her ass. She screamed, “OH FUCK!!” and I leaned in for more. She was setting deeply on Tom’s cock and I could feel it inside her pussy as I slowly kept inching mine deeper into her. I was finally all the way in. Ann had an 11-inch cock buried in her pussy and a 7-inch cock in her ass. We just stayed that way for a moment and then Ann started to gyrate on both of our cocks. She was squeezing and it felt like a vise on my dick. Ann started to buck and scream. “OH SHITTTTTTTT I AM CUMMMMMMMMING!” at the same time Tom and I lost it together and planted cum deep inside both of her holes.



I pulled out and her asshole was gaping open from my cock just leaving it. Ann had passed out on Tom.



Sam helped me get her off of Tom and I carried her to bed. I took off her clothes and covered her up cum and all.



I went back to where the guys were and they were dressed and getting ready to leave.



Dave said, “Man, I never had any idea Ann was so hot.”



I replied, “It has only been in the last few weeks that we have been playing around like this and we both really enjoy it and our sex life has never been better.”



Tom said, “You are a very lucky man.”



I said goodnight to the guys and went to get in bed with my wife who was out like a light.



The next morning I woke up and Ann was still asleep. I went in to run a hot bath for her and then went in to wake her up. She woke up slightly and I kissed her. I carried her to the tub and set her in the warm water. I then bathed her as she laid there and enjoyed it.



She finally said, “Honey I am sorry if I acted like a complete whore in front of your friends but I have always had a fantasy of getting gang fucked.”



“Sweetheart you were beautiful, sexy and a complete hostess. I am sure that we will be the choice of homes for poker night from now on.”



She replied, “Next month maybe I can get some other people to help me hostess.”



I told her, “I am sure nobody will complain.”



I got her out of the tub and dried her off and we then went into the kitchen in what is becoming our natural state “naked” and had breakfast. I looked across the table at my beautiful wife and said, “I Love You.”

When Chet and Trisha got married, he thought their wedding night would be a night to remember! They booked the most expensive suite at the fanciest hotel on the most romantic island in the Caribbean.



Little did he know that the big, black priest at the wedding was Luke Powers, a black stud his fiancée had been fucking behind his back since they got engaged! And little did he know that Trisha has invited Luke along on the honeymoon!



After being forced to watch for four hours as Luke fucked his beautiful newlywed bride in every conceivable position (his pure, innocent wife doing the nastiest things and swearing like a sailor and having multiple, multiple soul-shattering orgasms), Trisha called Chet over.



Chet thought this would be his turn, at last, though he wasn’t sure how Trisha would even feel his own, modestly-endowed penis after taking Luke’s member so deeply and so roughly.



But Trisha had other plans. She straddled Luke’s still-hard monster cock (which was still dripping with the juices from her various holes) and rubbed her slit all along it, grinding her clit. In a husky, bestial voice, she commanded Chet to suck “her” big, black cock! Chet couldn’t help but laugh. Surely she was joking.



But Trisha was dead serious. She grabbed Chet by the hair as roughly and firmly as she could and yanked him forward, impaling his mouth on the filthy black prick.


Her first time without me there



When my wife, Maggie gets in the mood to play out a fantasy scene we always do it together. Part of the thrill is the sharing and because I am a voyeur and she is an exhibitionist, it always works out well. I also love to eat and fuck her freshly fucked and hot, steamy pussy.



In this particular situation I had to make an extended business trip to Europe and Maggie asked me if it would be okay for her to get together with her newest lover, Clay (reference the story……Our most recent threesome). Maggie was kind of embarrassed and a bit sheepish when she approached me about getting together with Clay because she knows how much I love watching her experiencing pure passion and pleasure.



Only one day before I was about to depart on my ten day trip Maggie brought up the possibility of getting together with Clay. I smiled broadly when she told me what she had in mind. She was relieved that I was supportive of her desires. Of course I knew that she had already made up her mind to do this so I really had no choice although I thought it was a neat idea since we had never done anything like this before. I had already begun thinking about how I could call her and at least listen in while she fucked Clay. Being in Europe with the time difference would make that difficult.



Thinking of Maggie getting fucked while I was away made me hard as a rock and Maggie and I fucked twice before I departed. One of the benefits of her recent fucking by Clay was that she had become more vocal prior to and during our fuck sessions. As we made love for the last time before I left for the airport she kept telling me how much she wanted Clay’s big cock inside her and she promised to tell me every detail of their fuck session once I returned. I kept pressing her for details about what she had planned but she told me nothing. She did confess that she and Clay had been communicating by email since their recent coupling at the St Regis. I knew Maggie had something in mind and she delighted in tantalizing me by not telling me what she was thinking.



When my flight left the ground heading towards Europe I had a raging hardon thinking about when Maggie and Clay might be getting together. It continued for most of the trip and I felt like one of the guys in the erectile dysfunction commercials about calling a Doctor if you had an erection lasting more than 4 days…………how about 10 days??



I spoke with Maggie a few times and knew that she and Clay were getting together on the Saturday before I arrived back home on Sunday. My slutty Maggie knows how much I like her freshly fucked pussy and she even tried to schedule Clay for Sunday so she would be truly freshly fucked. However, he was not available on Sunday so they settled on Saturday.



I called Maggie from the airport and told her I wanted her to dress in something very sexy and be ready to tell me every detail about her encounter with Clay. She had already confirmed that they had a splendid time on Saturday and she was eager to tell me all about it. This is the story she told me when I arrived at the house. In order to help you visualize the situation you should know that when I arrived home my sweet, slutty Maggie was wearing a black negligee and had a glass of scotch waiting for me while she sipped a glass of Pinot Grigio. Her 5 ft, 4 inch petite frame makes her 39 D breasts look huge, especially in the negligee. Her slender but shapely legs looked even sexier with a pair of black high heeled shoes on her feet.



Here is the story she told me as my already bursting cock waited not so patiently for us to connect so I could finally get some relief.



Maggie decided that she was uncomfortable meeting Clay in a hotel without me present. After all, she had only been with him once and while he was a great fuck, she really did not know him very well. She surprised me by telling me that she invited him to our house.



Clay arrived in the early afternoon on Saturday. He was wearing jeans, loafers and Ralph Lauren dress shirt when he arrived. He brought flowers (roses of course) and a bottle of Pinot Grigio for Maggie. She greeted him at the door wearing a tight fitting silk blouse and a skirt which she knew would provide easy access for her lover. She topped it off with the same sexy black heels she had on while telling me the story. She rarely wears a bra and did not on that day. She did, however, wear a black thong undergarment that was no larger than a Pirate’s eye patch.



Clay came in to the house and looked around asking Maggie if she was certain I was still out of the country. She assured them they were alone and she asked him to pour her some wine. They went into the kitchen where he opened the wine and then asked her if she would provide him with a glass of my scotch. She did.



They went into the living room and talked for a few minutes and soon began recalling their intimate and sexy scene at the hotel some weeks before. That led to Clay telling Maggie how much he enjoyed kissing her and he asked if he could do again. She willingly permitted his advance and they kissed deeply on the sofa. It did not take long before his hands found her braless breasts and once he started caressing those nipples Maggie was quickly over the edge.



As they began tearing at each other’s clothes, Clay stopped and told Maggie he had an idea and he wanted her to know what he was thinking. He told Maggie he wanted to fuck her in every room of the house so that no matter what room she went into, she would remember what they did in that location. She thought that was a fine idea and so did I. Guess Clay is a pervert like me and I thought his idea was actually quite clever.



Once they stripped each other of their clothes and Maggie was standing totally naked pressed up against Clay’s muscular chest, he gently laid her on the sofa placing one leg on the back of the sofa and spreading the other one to put her foot on the floor.



This put Maggie in a totally open position with her legs wide apart and provided an ideal place for Clay to put his head between her legs. He went straight for her clitoris and soon had Maggie cumming over and over. She can climax an amazing number of times when we are making love but when she gets hot and horny for sport fucking, she climaxes even more frequently and seems never to tire.



After Clay had eaten her to a number of climaxes she told him she was ready to be fucked. He said, “Let’s go in to your office.”



Once they moved in to her office he bent her over the desk and entered her from behind. Apparently that is their favorite position together and allows his impressive and thick 9.5 inches to reach deep into Maggie’s wet womb. She told me that she was so wet that he had little trouble going deep in just a few strokes (unlike their first get together which took some time for her to adjust to his incredible girth). Clay is about 6 ft, 2 inches tall, lean and fit and his cock is the thickest I have ever seen.



They fucked in this position for some time and then Clay told her that he wanted to eat her pussy in the kitchen. So they moved to the kitchen and he sat her naked body on the large cooking island in the kitchen. Once he laid her down and spread her legs, he pulled a kitchen stool over, sat down on it and began eating her again. She never gets tired of that and she told me she came at least another 5 or 6 times as he lapped at her love tunnel and clitoris.



She told Clay she thought it was time to go to the bedroom so they marched nakedly up the stairs to the master bedroom where they collapsed on the bed while embraced in a deep French kiss. She told me he could not keep his hands off her lovely breasts and I knew just what she meant as that was hard for me to do as well.



One thing she mentioned is that she had discovered that Clay has very sensitive nipples like me and she loves to tease and tantalize by flicking her lover’s nipples. In Clay’s case he told her it made his cock as hard as steel so she made sure to flick his nipples every time she had the chance. Her lips or fingers on those sensitive nipples always makes me hard as a rock and it had the same impact on Clay.



Once on the bed they assumed the missionary position and Maggie quickly spread her legs as wide as possible. Clay responded by pulling her legs up in the air and placing them on his shoulders. He penetrated her slowly at first before he began plowing into her with vigor. She pleaded with him not to hold back on climaxing. With plenty of time to fuck and recover, she wanted to make him cum as often as possible.



Soon Clay told her that he was close and she told him to do it. “Come on and cum in me………….cum in my pussy…………..come on………”



Soon Clay exploded within her and she felt his cock swell and twitch with each blast of white hot sperm that he unloaded. He let her legs down but stayed on top of her for a few moments before he rolled off and tried to recover. They pulled the sheet up and rested for a few moments. Clay eventually got up and padded down the stairs to get the wine and scotch. He came back up to our bedroom and they drank their adult beverages and talked about me. Imagine that. It made my cock hard as a rock to think about them talking about me after they had just fucked each other’s brains out on our marital bed. Maggie told Clay that she wished I could be there to watch them.



Soon Clay was fondling her breasts again and Maggie responded by finding his cock under the sheets. Soon he was growing into a full erection again and he told her it was time to change locations. He took her by the hand and they went into the bathroom where he bent her over the lavatory and asked her to spread her legs as wide as possible. She told me she looked at herself in the mirror and watched as Clay inserted his massive prick deep inside her. She watched the two of them as Clay pushed deeper and deeper into her. Finally he had all of his cock inside her and he started slowly at first but was soon fucking her at a furious pace. She told me she tried to watch in the mirror but soon had to close her eyes and simply enjoy the moment. She told me she came 4 or 5 times in that position and soon Clay slowed down and eventually stopped without climaxing.



He stood Maggie up and they kissed again as his cock pressed into her stomach. She responded by grabbing his cock and stealing a glance at the two of them in the mirror. She said it was so hot that she wanted his cock in her again and she told him so. He smiled and said it was time to change venues.



They headed for the guest bathroom where he sat down on the toilet. He guided her towards him and had Maggie sit on his cock facing him so he could play with her breasts. He took one in each hand as she guided his cock into her love tunnel. She slid slowly down until she had completely impaled herself on his massive cock. She told me she watched it disappear and could hardly believe she could take that much cock inside her. Once impaled she started a slow rhythm of moving up and down as he pushed into her with his hips as best he could while seated.



After several minutes of fucking in that somewhat awkward position he asked Maggie to trade places with him. She sat down and he straddled her placing his giant cock on her lips. She responded by opening wide and taking it as deep as she could. She loves the taste of her own pussy especially on a huge cock that has just been deep inside her.



She has an amazing ability to deep throat and while his cock was hard to manage, she took as much as she could deep into her throat. She was determined to make him cum like this and really wanted to feel his cock pulse in her mouth. Clay skull fucked her for several minutes before announcing that he was about to cum. Maggie responded by cupping his balls and taking him as deep as she could while stroking his now engorged cock with her other hand. She was soon rewarded as Clay bellowed out and came deep into Maggie’s mouth and throat. She swallowed furiously as Clay spurted into her 6 or 7 times and she and was able to capture most of the hot, steamy liquid. She told me that some of it dripped out the corner of her mouth and onto her breast. She wiped it with her finger and then rubbed it into Clay’s butt as he remained in her mouth and began to soften. Even limp his cock was more than a mouthful as Maggie cleaned his cock with her talented tongue. They decided it was time for a shower and returned to the master bathroom. Once the water was warm they stepped into the shower thinking about the last time they did this at the hotel.



Maggie admitted that she found his massive cock absolutely fascinating and it did not take long before her soapy hands focused on his cock. Clay of course was focused on Maggie’s large and lovely breasts so in a few minutes they were both aroused again. Maggie found herself stroking the giant cock back to its full glory while the hot water made the scene feel even more sensual.



Clay kissed Maggie and then bent his legs so he could insert his cock into her while they were both standing. Once inside her he picked her up while she was impaled on his cock and he moved her to the shower wall with her back up against the granite blocks with Maggie literally impaled and hanging on his cock. Just as she had done in the hotel in a similar position, she reached down and started playing with her clitoris bringing herself to another gushing climax.



As the hot water began to cool they realized they had expended all the hot water in the tank and soon moved out of the shower. They toweled each other dry and moved back to the bed where the adult beverages were sitting unconsumed.



As they sat naked on the bed Clay smiled and asked Maggie which room was next. She told me she thought they should go outside to the deck overlooking the lake. Since it was still daylight the thought of being seen by a neighbor made my slutty wife wet just thinking about it. After finishing their drinks they headed downstairs still naked as the day they were born.



Although our house is fairly secluded Maggie checked outside to see if anyone might be able to see her with her lover. Seeing no humans around Maggie motioned Clay to come outside to the deck. Once outside in the late day sunshine they embraced and kissed deeply on the deck overlooking the lake. As Maggie stroked Clay’s cock back to “performing status” he tickled her clit and played with her breasts and soon had Maggie in a frenzy and ready for action.



Clay turned Maggie towards the lake and she grabbed on to the railing while bending at the waist. She spread her legs knowing exactly what they both wanted. Clay moved in behind her and guided his cock into her while she played with herself so she would be nice and wet for his entry. He slid his cock in an inch at a time and in spite of their afternoon fuckfest it still took time for his massive cock to make its way to the bottom of her womb.



They fucked in this position for several minutes and after several climaxes Maggie looked over her shoulder at Clay. He asked if there was something wrong. Maggie said no but I think it is time we try something different.



Clay asked if she wanted to go back inside. My wonderful slut wife smiled and said, No, I think I am ready to try anal again with you.” Clay smiled and understood. He asked if she had any personal lubricants on the deck and after a good laugh Maggie went inside and came back with a small jar of olive oil. “If it is good for cooking it must be good enough for sex.”



She assumed her position again while Clay applied the oil to her anus and to his cock. He positioned his cock at her anus and pushed slowly. Soon the head popped in and the olive oil made the journey easier as he slowly penetrated the depth of her anal cavity. Slowly in and slowly out he was gentle and effective helped along by Maggie playing with her clitoris as he pushed his way to the bottom.



At some point Maggie’s wicked sense of humor overtook the moment and she turned her head towards Clay and said, “Kind of ironic that you are using extra virgin olive oil on this not so virgin ass.” They got quite a chuckle out of that comment.



After a few minutes, Clay was fucking Maggie’s ass furiously and she was in world class slut mode talking dirty to Clay and begging him to fuck her ass harder and faster. She knew her trashy talk would make him cum and she was ready. She told me she came at least 4 times while he was fucking her ass.



Soon Clay told her he was ready and he moaned loudly and came deep in her ass. I must admit I was somewhat jealous that he could cum that much in one afternoon. He remained in her ass for a few moments before pulling out. As he did the white hot liquid dripped out of her ass an on to the wood deck below. Maggie thought momentarily that it might leave a stain but then remembered I would probably like that so she made a mental note of exactly where the puddle had landed on the deck.



As they made their way into the house darkness was beginning to fall. Clay asked Maggie what she was going to do about dinner and she told him that she thought about fixing a fruit and cheese platter and eating it in bed with him. And that is what they did.



Maggie and Clay fucked again after eating in bed and again the next morning before he left for a business trip that day. Maggie laid in bed thinking about all that they had done and she wanted to remember everything so she could tell me every detail.



By the time she was finished with her story my cock was about to explode. I took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. I striped her of her negligee as she stepped out of her heels.



As we fell on to the bed I noticed that she had shaved all the hair on her pussy. I looked at her and smiled and asked if she had told me every detail about her escapades with Clay. She looked down at her hairless pussy and grinned ear to ear.



“Oh, yea, I guess I did leave out one major detail. After Clay and I showered he asked if he could shave my pussy. When we got out of the shower he sat me on the lavatory and shaved my pussy before he ate me to another 5 or 6 climaxes. He told me it would make oral sex so much more sensitive and stimulating. And he was right. It was so hot and sexy and I came really hard after he shaved me. I hope you like it Honey.”



Although I like her normally hairy pussy I smiled and put my arms around her. How could I get mad at my world class slut wife after the wonderful story of her pleasure session with Clay? Somehow I feel like there will be more fuck sessions with Clay and as long as she shares them with me, I have to admit that I do benefit greatly from the adventures.



The sex with Maggie was great and we fucked twice more before going to bed that night. My only regret is that I was not there to take pictures. I did find that I liked her new hairless pussy and it did seem to heighten her sensitivity and pleasure. I guess her first time without me turned out okay. Stay tuned…………….we’ll see what happens next.

Once Todd left I turned and looked in the full length mirror on the closet door. My hair and makeup were a mess, my ponytail had come loose, my hair was damp with sweat and cum and my lipstick and mascara were smudged. I had dried cum on my face and neck. My pussy and thighs were caked with cum. I turned around and saw a line of cum running down the backs of my legs, from my ass to my ankles. My whole body was covered with layer of massage oil, perspiration and cum. I looked like a woman who had been repeatedly fucked long and hard. And I loved it.



After a nice long hot shower I got dressed for the pool. I put on my favorite white bikini, chiffon beach cover up, and sandals. I filled my beach bag with tanning oil, the latest steamy novel, hair clips and other essentials and headed for the pool. The pool was area wasn’t crowded and I easily found a nice chaise lounge chair on the far side of the pool. I sat down, put on my dark sunglasses and indulged in one of favorite activities, people watching. Except in my case I wasn’t studying human behavior, I was looking for new sexual playmates.



I looked around and saw Eric, the young waiter who brought my room service order and had fucked me this morning. He was waiting on a couple who were sitting on the other side of the pool. As I watched him I noticed that he kept glancing in my direction. When he finished with the other couple’s order, he quickly headed over to me.



“Good afternoon Ms. Taylor, can I get you…anything?” He said with a flirting smile.



“Hello Eric, you said you would call me Brandi, remember our secret, your bosses aren’t around,” I said.



Eric quickly looked around before saying, “I’m sorry, Brandi, it just that they’re real strict about the help being proper with the guests.”



“I understand but I don’t consider you help, I think of you as a friend, a very good friend. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your bosses,” I said.



“Thank you Brandi, I’m happy to be considered a friend. Anyway, can I get you anything?” He asked.



“Sure how about something frozen? Like a frozen margarita. I know it’s early but I’m on vacation and I am here to have fun. Yeah, a frozen margarita would be nice,” I said.



“Excellent choice Ms., um I mean Brandi. Anything else, like some towels or something to eat? He asked.



“No thank you, just the drink please,” I answered.



“And thank you,” He said as quickly glanced around the pool area. “For the fantastic tip this morning,” He added.



“You’re welcome, I’d love to give you another but I don’t think your bosses would appreciate me giving it to you here,” I said with a laugh.



“No I don’t think so,” Eric laughingly said as he walked away.



I returned to people watching as more people entered the pool area. I looked over to the bar and saw Eric at the service area waiting for his drinks. He kept looking over at me.



I was startled when a feminine voice with a lovely French accent said. “It looks like you have a young admirer.”



I quickly turned to the side and saw the handsome young couple I had shared the elevator with the night before. They were standing next to the lounge chairs next to me.



“Excuse me,” I said.



“I’m sorry, I thought you noticed. The handsome young waiter, over at the bar, he keeps staring at you,” The woman said.



“Oh, I don’t think so. Maybe he is looking at you. You’re young and very attractive and you’re a lot closer to his age than I am,” I said.



“That is nice of you to say but no, he is looking at you. We were sitting at the bar when you came to the pool. He has been watching you since you came here. And why not, I maybe young and attractive as you say, but you, you are a very beautiful woman,” She said.



“Thank you and that was very nice of you,” I said.



“No it is true, you are very beautiful. Excuse me, my name is Aline. This is my husband Rene. Do you mind if we sit here?” The young woman asked pointing to the chairs next to me.



“No, please do. My name is Brandi. It’s nice to meet you,” I said.



“Hello, it is nice to meet you,” Rene said.



I took the chance to check them out as they put down their towels and bag and sat down. Aline was in her early twenties. She was tall, four or five inches taller than me and thin. She had blue eyes and long light brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. She had full sensuous lips and I envisioned them wrapped around a fat cock or better yet my wet pussy. Her tiny bikini barely covered her small but beautifully shaped breasts and ass. Her legs were long and well-toned.



Rene looked a couple of years older than Aline. He was tall with a thin muscular, swimmers build. He had medium length black hair and dark piercing eyes. But I was mostly interested in the large bulge in the front of his small European style speedo bathing suit.



“I am sorry. I did not want to make you uncomfortable when I mentioned your admirer,” Aline said.



“Yes, please forgive my wife. Sometimes she speaks without thinking,” Rene said laughingly.



“Not at all, in fact it would be a boost to my ego if such a handsome young man found me attractive. I mean, I’m old enough to be his mother,” I said.



“No, if you were his mother you would have been… naughty at a very young age,” She said and smiled.



“I was… and still am,” I said smiling back and laughing.



Eric was walking toward us with a tray holding my drink. I couldn’t give him a tip like this morning but I could tease him a little. When he got near our chairs, I sat up and pulled the back of my chair up. I stretched my arms out the back, pushing my breasts fully out. Eric’s eyes grew wide as he gazed at my chest.



“Oh Eric, you’re back, great. Would you be a dear and get some drinks for my friends, Aline and Rene, please. Aline, do you guys know Eric? He’s the best waiter here. He gives the greatest… service,” I said with a smile as I reached out and took my drink.



“Um sure, Ms. Taylor, anything you want,” Eric blushed as he replied.



“Now Eric, I told you to call me Brandi. We’re all friends here, right Aline,” I said.



“Of course, we would love to be…friends,” Aline said as she lifted her sunglasses and looked Eric’s body up and down.



I looked at Eric through my dark sunglasses. He was clearly becoming anxious, his eyes pleading with me to stop. I couldn’t resist teasing him some more. I picked up my bottle of sun tan lotion.



“Eric maybe you could help me later by putting some oil on my skin. You have such strong hands,” I said with a flirty smile.



“Um sure, Ms. Taylor, I mean Brandi, anything you want,” Eric replied.



“Anything, mmm, I’ll have to think about that. In the meantime how about a couple of frozen margaritas, Rene, Aline, would you like that?” I asked.



“Yes, that would be lovely,” Aline said.



“Um sure thing, Brandi,” Eric said and he quickly walked away.



Aline laughed and said. “Brandi, you are a very naughty woman. You made that poor young man blush.”



“I know, I couldn’t help myself, he’s so cute. I just had to flirt with him,” I answered.



“Yes he is cute, but I was right it appears he has a… growing interest in you,” Aline said with a mischievous laugh.



“Growing interest?” I asked.



“Yes, It was growing,” She said again with a louder laugh.



Rene shook his head and said. “My wife is trying to be what you Americans call cute. She means your young waiter, his penis was growing in his pants when he talks to you.”



Now it was my turn to blush and become anxious. I didn’t want anyone knowing that I had seduced Eric. I didn’t him getting in trouble.



“Oh Brandi I am sorry if I made you upset. He seems very much taken with you. I thought you might want to take Eric as a lover.” Aline said.



I was flustered for a second and didn’t respond to Aline. She looked at me and smiled as if an idea popped into her head.



“Unless you have already taken him as a lover?” Aline asked.



When I didn’t answer, she knew the answer.



“You have…but why do you hide that you have taken a lover?” Aline asked.



“Please don’t say anything. Eric will get in trouble if his boss finds out,” I pleaded.



“Oh, yes I forgot America is so provincial. In France many women take young lovers when they are on holiday. Our attitude about sex is much more liberated than in America,” Aline said.



“Yes, I’ve heard that about France. It’s one of the many things I loved about my trip to France,” I said.



“Yes, I remember you said you were to France when we met you on the elevator last night. You must tell us about your trip and your…adventures,” Aline said. “And do not worry, we would not like to see Eric get in trouble, here he comes with the drinks,” She added.



When Eric arrived with the drinks, Aline engaged him in conversation. She asked him about himself. She slipped in questions about his age and any girlfriends. He was working to save money for college. We also found out that he had just turned nineteen and didn’t have a steady girlfriend.



We spent a couple of hours drinking, tanning and talking. I learned that Aline and Rene were from the Champagne-Ardenne Providence in France. Rene’s family owned a winery that produced fine champagne. Rene ran the sales end of the winery and his older brother ran the actual vineyard. I also learned that they were on an extended honeymoon. They had gotten married three months ago and had gone to Jamaica on a two week honeymoon. When they returned his father had set up a long sales trip for Rene. Not wanting to be without his new wife, Rene brought Aline along.



I told them about my husband taking me along on his business trip to Nice. While my husband was attending business meetings, I went sightseeing and visited several spas. I also told them about meeting a very nice couple who were on holiday. I went to Paris and stayed them while my husband finished his business.



When Rene jumped in the pool to cool off, Aline’s questions became more personal.



“Last night, you were with a lover just before you got on the elevator, no. Was it Eric?” She asked.



“No, someone else,” I answered.



“So you have other lovers besides Eric?” She asked.



“Yes,” I answered.



“Did you take a lover while you were in Nice?” Aline asked.



“Yes, and in Paris too,” I answered.



“That is good. You are much more liberated than most Americans. Does your husband take lovers also?” She asked.



I thought about my answer before deciding to be completely truthful with her. Something about her made me trust her. I felt she genuinely cared and was not just interested in hearing salacious details. I told her that my husband and I used to have a wonderful love life sharing several different partners but my husband got sick. He lost interest in sex. I told her that I miss the good times with my husband, but I can’t see myself not having sex again so I have had quite a few adventures on my own during my business trips.



“Good for you Brandi, You are still young and beautiful. You should have fun and many adventures,” Aline said.



“Yes I know. I have had many adventures,” I said.



“Rene and I have each taken lovers. We do that because we love sex. We married because we love each other,” She said.



Rene came back to the chairs and I tried to change the subject.



“How long will you be away from home?” I asked.



“We are heading home tonight. We have a light night flight tonight,” Rene said.



“I really enjoyed this trip. We get to see so many interesting sights, meet so many interesting people and had a few… adventures of our own,” Aline said as she glanced at Rene and smiled that same mischievous smile I remembered from the elevator.



“I understand that. I love to travel and for the same reasons, the people, the places and… especially the adventures,” I said as I smiled right back at her.



Aline giggled, then I giggled and Rene looked at us like we were crazy.



“You’ve got to tell the name of your champagne. I’d love to try a bottle,” I said trying to change the subject again.



“We have several in our room. Would you like to come up to our room and try some?” Rene asked.



Aline turned, looked in my eyes and pleaded. “Yes Brandi, please come to our room.”



“I’d love to,” I answered with a smile.



We gathered up our belongings and headed into the hotel. I waved to Eric as we left and he blushed. We got on the elevator and headed to their penthouse suite. The penthouse was beautiful. It had a balcony that looked out at the ocean and a four person Jacuzzi tub. It also had a fully stocked bar and two separate bedrooms.



We went to the bar and Rene opened a bottle of his champagne. He looked very proud as he quickly explained only wine from the Champagne-Ardenne Region of France can legally be called champagne. Everything else is called sparkling wine. He also explained the wine making process from the planting of the grapes to final tasting. He really enjoyed his work. When he handed me the bottle I recognized the label.



“I tried this before when I was in France. I loved it. It was one of my favorites but I haven’t been able to find it America,” I said.



“Thank you, I am glad you liked it. That is the purpose of our trip. We are going to sell our champagne in America,” Rene said.



“Great, I can’t wait for that,” I said.



“Would you like to go out to the balcony and enjoy the champagne, we have a lovely view and perhaps we could use the Jacuzzi tub,” Rene suggested.



“That is a fabulous idea,” Aline said as she hurried out to the balcony.



Rene told me to go with Aline and he would bring the champagne out to the balcony. When I got there, I saw that Aline had already taken off the top of her bikini and was removing the bottom. I took a second to admire her lovely body. Her breasts sat high and firm on her chest. Her prominent nipples were protruding from the darker skin of her areola. I also noticed that she had shaved her pubic area.



“I hope you do not mind Brandi, but Rene and I always go nude in the Jacuzzi,” Aline said as she sat on the ledge and swung her legs into the tub.



“Not at all, in fact I’d love to join you,” I said as I took off my bikini and got ready to join her.



Rene came out with the champagne in an ice bucket and put it on a shelf near the tub before he dropped his small speedo bathing suit. I took second to check out his cock. Soft, it was at least six inches long and uncircumcised as most men in Europe were. It wasn’t as fat as Todd’s but not many were. I couldn’t decide which I like better, circumcised or uncircumcised cocks. I guess I like whatever cock is available. His balls were big and hung low. Rene had also shaved his pubic area.



Aline motioned for me to sit next to her. I climbed in and I sat down allowing the warm water and powerful bubbles to soothe my body. Rene refilled everyone’s glass. He climbed in and sat on the other side of the tub as we chatted and drank. The warm water and champagne had a stimulating effect on me. I could sense the all too familiar erotic desires growing in my pussy.



“Ah this is an enjoyable way to spend an afternoon, relaxing bubbles, excellent champagne and two beautiful women to share it with, vous, mes belles dames, To you, my beautiful ladies,” Rene said as he held up his glass in toast.



“De nouveaux amis, To new friends, “Aline said.



“At les amateurs, And lovers,” I said as I turned my head toward Aline.



She turned toward me and leaned her head to me. Our lips brushed in a soft sensuous kiss. We pulled back for a second and put down our glasses. We looked into each other’s eyes, sensing that both of us were delighted with where this was heading and moved back together. Aline slid her arm around me as our lips meet in another gentle embrace. I slid my tongue through my lips and traced it across her soft full lips. She parted her lips and my tongue slid into her mouth and past her teeth, searching her for her tongue. Aline gently bite my tongue as she sucked it into her mouth. She moaned when I slid my hand across her flat stomach and circled one of her breasts. I rolled my thumb across the nipple, lightly rubbing and pinching the sensitive nub as it grew and stiffened. Aline turned and moved her body closer to mine as our passion grew. Our legs intertwined as our hands began roaming all over each other’s bodies. Her tongue snaked out and tangled with mine as our lips melded together. We broke our kiss and looked into each other eyes again.



“Wow, that was amazing Brandi. You like women also? I am so glad,” Aline said.



“I’d never give up men, but I do love to be with women,” I answered.



“Brandi loves men and women, Rene. Does that make you happy?” Aline asked her husband as she turned to look at him.



“Yes, I enjoyed watching. You two looked so beautiful together,” He said.



I looked over at Rene and saw that he was indeed happy. He was sitting back with his arms on the edge of the tub. His cock had grown hard and the tip was sticking out of the water.



“I can see that you’re very happy, Rene. It seems your penis is swollen. Aline, do think we should do something to help him?” I asked laughingly.



“Oh yes, we cannot let him walk around like that, he may poke something with it,” Aline said with a laugh.



“Well I hope he pokes something with it, but later. I think we should do what we can so it safe,” I said as we all laughed.



Rene got up and sat with his ass on the edge of the tub with his legs wide open. He leaned back on his arms. His cock had grown to it full length, about eight or nine inches with a distinctive curve to the left. His big balls hung so low that they almost touched the water.



Aline and I moved across the tub and knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock with one hand and peeled the foreskin back, exposing the head. She slid her hand up and down the shaft leaving the head exposed.



“Come on Brandi you are the guest, you go first,” Aline said as she held up his cock.



“Thank you,” I said as I leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss before moving to his cock.



I flicked my tongue on his frenulum on underside of his cock where the head and shaft meet. Rene moaned as I flicked my tongue faster and faster. I then licked my way across the silky head and through the opening. His pre-cum leaked out inflaming my taste buds. I licked around the whole head before taking his cock into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down about a dozen times until I was swallowing about half of his cock.



I took my mouth off his cock, looked at Aline and said, “Mmm, your husband has a delicious cock, Aline. But you know that. Let me hold him while you suck him.”



I grabbed Rene’s cock and slid my hand up and down the shaft a few times. I loved to slide the foreskin on and off the head. Rene trembled and groaned as I tickled and fondled his balls with my other hand. Aline licked around the head before taking the cock in her mouth. She worked her mouth up and down until she had about half the cock in her mouth.



She pulled her mouth off Rene’s cock and said, “It is your turn Brandi.”



We traded back and forth. Aline would jerk her husband’s cock and fondle his balls while I licked and sucked his cock. Then I would stroke and fondle him while Aline used her mouth to please her husband. Rene was in a man’s heaven, leaning back, moaning and enjoying while two beautiful women used their mouths to make love to his cock.



I let go of Rene’s cock and Aline grabbed it. She jerked her hand along its length before stopping and holding it at the base. I started at her hand and licked my way up the shaft to the head. I then put my mouth over the cock and slowly worked it down my throat. I suppressed my gag reflex as his cock slid further and further down my throat until my lips touched Aline’s hand. Rene groaned as I slid my tongue along the underside of his cock. I gasped as I pulled my mouth off his cock.



“Oh my god Brandi, you have most of Rene’s cock in your mouth. Do you think you can take it all?” Aline asked.

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