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Peggy had been ill and I wanted to show her a good time. We own a sailboat and actually sail competitively about every month but usually a leisurely sail on a lake is not on the agenda. So without telling her I had a friend pack morning meals and lunches for a long three-day weekend. Then I had the boat cleaned up by a kid at the boatyard, where we kept the craft, stuff Peggy does to get ready when we sail. I got home late from “work” on Thursday so I could launch the boat on Crescent Lake and check the boat out and make sure there would be no problems with the sails or the motor should we need it.



I told Peggy I wanted to go down to the boat early on Friday since we had not sailed in a while due to her illness. So we were out the door by eight-thirty and she was surprised to learn the boat was at the lake. When we got there I said, “Surprise; All aboard for the weekend cruise!” and we were off and out on the lake by nine-fifteen. When I say lake to some of you folks might be thinking “big deal a sail on a lake” but Crescent Lake is a large body of water that’s half as wide as it is long and when your in the middle of it it’s like being on a calm ocean of fresh water with no shoreline in sight. I thought I had packed everything we would need to stay on the lake all weekend only needing to head for a shoreline for dinner. But other than the clothes on our backs I had neglected to pack anything else to wear, so much for my dinner plans. You see packing is also something that Peggy handles when we sail. So when she went below to change out of her jeans and shirt to a bathing suit she soon returned to inform me of my faux pas.



I was busy kicking myself and dreading turning back to get to our car when my wife of twenty odd years surprised me back by emerging from the cabin with nothing on but a smile and two glasses of wine. Now Peggy being a former competitive body builder has always kept herself in great shape and while her illness was a terrible ordeal it had left her even leaner than usual. Needless to say she looked slender and sexy gliding toward me with hand outstretched to give me my glass of wine.



My wife is usually pretty modest and this was a huge departure for her. However she wasn’t finished surprising me yet. She handed me the wine and placing hers down she snuggled behind me and said, “What’s good for the goose . . .” she pulled my pants and underwear down to my feet in one quick tug “…is good for the gander.” She finished. She held my cloths so I could step out of them; fortunately I had removed my shoes and socks when I first came aboard. She stood and pealed my button-down shirt off my back one arm at a time so I was also in the altogether. The feeling of the wind blowing over my body was almost as arousing as the sensation of my wife’s naked form pressed against my backside. Her hand rubbed sensuously from my chest to my groin repeatedly, stopping at my pubic area above my quickly thickening penis.



She sipped her wine and whispered reassurances that while I forgot the cloths this may be exactly what she needed to celebrate her return to life, as it should be. We sailed on enjoying the wind and sun on our naked bodies, my wife working to maintain my aroused state while at the same time not doing anything overtly sexual. She nibbled my ear and continued her massage of my skin, with both hands now, and after she applied tanning butter; rubbing my back in a very clinical way did nothing to alter my turgid penis. She then started to slide her body over mine saying this was her way of transferring the tanning butter to her own skin. First she turns her back to me and slid her backside against my back and then she turned and along with the little kisses she trailed there she raked her tiny breasts and long nipples from my back down to my legs. When I felt her hard nipples glide over my butt cheeks it caused me to raise on my toes for just an instant like I’d received an electrical shock.



This was all I could stand; I quickly dropped the sails and the anchor. I rushed to embrace my partner in my arms and kissed her with all the passion of a bridegroom. Holding on roughly to her firm onion butt I pulled her toward me letting my erection press hard to her engorged and protruding clitoris. Did I mention that when my wife is aroused she has a clit that looks like a tiny cock? It is so hot when she gets going because it literally throbs. Although she seems to have a neat well shaven pussy her inner lips flower in excitement and then protrude out. I like to pull down on her lips and listen to her breathing as she sucks it in when I reach the point between pleasurable and painful.



But today all I really wanted was to sink my cock into her dripping cunt. I backed her toward the stern and laid her down on the seat, roughly pushing her legs to the hard nipples on her flat little tits, exposing her pussy and asshole to the lake and me. I rubbed my cock over her fuck hole then positioned the tip of her swollen clit on the hole in the tip of my dick and pressed upward. This got her attention and she asked, no pleaded for me to shove my cock into her. Well, I’m an obliging guy so I rammed it in balls deep as hard as I could and the air rushed from her lungs as I did so.



I fucked her at a furious pace and impressed myself with the speed and force with which I battered her tight cunt. She clawed my back and dug her heels into my shoulders. At one point she reached down and roughly grasped my scrotum with her thumb and forefinger above my balls pulling me into her until she could not match the speed of my pounding hips. Then I felt the gush as she came and it seemed like buckets of pussy juice washed over my cock and balls and onto the deck. This was followed; by my feeling my impeding climax and I said so. My wife pushed me back and slid quickly to land on her ass with a thump on the deck and take my cock deep into her mouth in one smooth motion. I could feel the back of her throat as it closed around my dick and then I was cumming deep in her throat. She never missed a drop, how could she my cock was lodged in her throat and I could actually feel her heart beating with the tip of my dick. I must have spurted seven times and when that was over she still held my cock in her mouth and suckled for more.



She released my cock from her lips and I knelt down on the deck kissing her lips and then trailed down her body to suck on her long sexy nipples and down again to her sopping pussy, cleaning her juices from her before taking her cock like clit into my lips and sucking it, licking it and even giving it a nibble till again she came copiously and I pressed my face deep into her cunt to bath in it. She sat up and licked my face clean of her juices causing my cock to even greater rigidity than it had gotten to be from eating her pussy.



I rose and had her up on “all fours” and began pressing my cock into her cunt but she topped me. “In my ass Jamie” she pleaded. I sat back, on my heels, leaned forward and licked her pretty asshole, working my tongue as deep as I could, causing her to shiver conspicuously. I then brought my cock to her tight brown eye and pushed my cock slowly in. Inch by inch my prick disappeared into her ass and it was so tight I feared I would cum before ever giving a full stroke. But I stopped and waited for her to relax and her hole soon loosened enough for me to press onward and inward. When my cock was scrotum deep in her ass I waited again and merely wiggled my cock around in her bowels. She began to moan and I knew it was time to really fuck her ass. I drew back and slowly slid into her, then faster the next stroke. Still faster on the third and so on until I was methodically sawing my cock in and out of her ass like it was a cunt. “Fuck my ass harder,” she said, “fuck me deeply.” I began pounding as I did before in her cunt; she grunted with every forward thrust and hummed on each withdrawal.



I would like to say I lasted a long time but even though I had just dumped the biggest load of cum I think I ever had down her throat it was very soon that I felt the need to fill her ass with my spunk. I shot maybe three or four spurts into her bowels and collapsed back on my heels as I withdrew. She turned and engulfed my prick with her mouth and cleaned my sperm and her ass flavoring from my cock like a practiced whore on a workday. To be honest this was without a doubt the hottest sex session we ever had in all our years together and in the afterglow I pondered the fact that it will probably be the only one like it. But who cared I knew that I would see a glimpse of this afternoon at other times and I love this woman no matter how nasty she does or doesn’t get.

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Everything you’re about to read is my own true story, which occurred in 1994 when I was in my late 20′s.



My name is Fleur and I was lucky enough to be naturally pretty with large breasts, size 38-DD, which looked out of place against my relatively small frame- I’m five foot six and 125 pounds. When I started dying my hair blonde people started saying I looked like Anna Nicole Smith when she was a reasonably thin Playboy model. I never had a problem getting dates in high school and college, but I was raised in a Catholic home and was determined to wait until my wedding night to surrender my virginity. After graduating from a state university I met Michael and fell in love with him. He was cute, smart, fun to be with, and most importantly his faith dictated that he too would remain a virgin until he got married.



So on my wedding night we did it, and I was left wondering what all the fuss was about. It was fine and I’d be happy to keep doing it as part of my duty as Michael’s spouse, but I wasn’t anxious for Round Two.



About two years after our marriage Michael found a great job in Manchester, New Hampshire and we bought a condo in the city. One day while at the pool Michael made friends with a man named Dante, who I first met when Michael invited him over to watch a baseball game. Dante was a really attractive guy in his early 20′s, maybe five years younger than Michael and I, and one couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. Dante was six foot two and about 200 pounds with a lean muscle mass. Facially he looked a lot like Tom Cruise (who I was always crazy about). Despite this, I would never even dream of cheating on my husband but as time went on I started finding Dante more and more attractive. This reached the point where I found myself fantasizing about him. After a while whenever I saw Dante I would give him a hug whenever we said hello or goodbye, and I looked forward to those hugs as they would practically make me melt.



Dante had a girlfriend named Susan, and pretty soon the four of us were frequently hanging out together. The size differential between the two of them was notable, as she was a foot shorter than him and couldn’t have weighed more than 100 pounds. One could easily tell that Susan was completely smitten with Dante, and it’s not too much of an exaggeration to say that she waited on him hand and foot. For example, even though they didn’t live together Susan came over two or three times a week to make Dante dinner and to clean his condo.



As time went on Dante and I would flirt with one another, sometimes right in front of Michael, Susan, or both. It was completely harmless and to be honest, both Dante and I were the dominant personalities in our relationships. Then one night the four of us went out to a nightclub and I had a too much to drink. I asked Susan if it was OK if I danced with Dante, and when we were on the floor and away from our partners I pulled Dante close to me and started rubbing my breasts against his chest. Dante was taken aback, and even moreso when I told him to think about that later when he was screwing Susan, who I cruelly referred to as a “charter member of the itty-bitty titty committee”, since Susan was so small-chested. Then when I gave Dante a closer-than-usual hug goodbye, an involuntary gasp left my body and I’m sure both Michael and Susan noticed. By the time Michael and I got home I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life, but instead of jumping all over my husband I went into the bathroom and masturbated furiously while fantasizing about Dante fucking me.



By the next day I’d realized that my feelings for Dante were beginning to careen out of control. I asked myself if I’d ever sleep with him if the opportunity arose, and the answer was “probably not” when it should have been “absolutely not”. I vowed to make it a point not to put myself in a situation where temptation could take over, as I didn’t want to be the kind of woman that would cheat on her husband.



Things cooled off between Dante and I for a few weeks, while Michael and I prepared to take a vacation in Maine. We rented a three bedroom beach house for a week and invited all of our friends to join us. Unfortunately it rained almost all week and no one ventured north to join us. I quickly became bored with the beach and a house with nothing more entertaining than a television that didn’t even have cable. We had the place until Sunday and we both had to return to work on Monday morning. I asked Michael if we could just leave on Saturday and spend the weekend relaxing at home before returning to work on Monday. He didn’t want to, but in the end I insisted.



That was until Dante showed up on Friday night, with Susan conspicuously absent.



The three of us spent the night hanging out in the living room, talking and drinking frozen Pina Coladas. Once again I got a bit tipsy, and while giving Dante a hug goodnight I grazed one of my hands over his ass. I went to bed with Michael but got up about fifteen minutes later to watch TV in the living room, all while hoping that Dante would come out and join me. He didn’t, and I found myself tempted to go into the bedroom he was sleeping in, say hello, and see what happened next. Instead I settled for another masturbating session in the bathroom, and a sense of guilt that settled in the next morning.



For the trip I’d brought a black bikini that was pretty revealing, but all week I’d stuck to a more conservative one-piece bathing suit. In a textbook case of bargaining and rationalizing, I’d decided that while I wasn’t going to cheat on my husband, I definitely wanted Dante to notice me, and to find me attractive and desirable. That would be enough to keep me happy, and I picked our day at the beach with Dante to wear my black bikini.



I’d never seen Dante without a shirt on before, but in a beach setting I’d finally get my chance. Dante did not disappoint, with a muscular chest and arms and a tight, flat stomach. As I peered through my sunglasses as to not make it obvious that I was staring, I attempted to memorize the image before me, with plans of spending several nights masturbating to it.



Then I did something I’ve never done before- I lowed my stare and tried to get a look at how big Dante’s penis was. He was wearing a pair of baggy beach shorts, but it definitely looked like he was packing something bigger than average in them. As I looked up at my husband, who wasn’t muscular and was developing a bit of a gut, I felt a tinge of distain.



The three of us wrapped up our day on the ocean, showered and went out to lunch. It was at the restaurant that Michael made an incredible suggestion- that Dante drive me home with him that afternoon while Michael enjoyed one more day at the beach. I said that Dante didn’t have to go through the trouble, but he said there was no trouble since he was driving home anyway and we lived in the same building.



But I knew there would be trouble we drove me home together! This was the exact sort of situation I knew I needed to stay away from. I practically begged for them to forget about the idea, but neither of them were budging. Michael insisted that I take the extra day that I had been asking for, and Dante was intent on driving me home. As I packed up my things I was feeling an odd pairing of dread and anticipation. I kept telling myself to promise not to do anything with Dante, but in the end I just couldn’t make that promise.



Dante and I got in his car and settled in for the ride home, which figured to be a little over an hour. My emotions were tumbling around in my head, as part of me was screaming not to be at all flirty during this trip, while part of me still desperately wanted this man’s attention.



If Dante was interested in me at all, he definitely did a good job hiding it. We chatted lightly while he focused on the road, not even laying an eye on me the entire time. I was starting to feel completely rejected and turned toward him in my seat, inching as close to him as I could be without making contact. But he didn’t seem to even notice. Finally he asked if it was OK to pull over and grab a soda at an upcoming rest area, which I was fine with.



As we walked toward the store…I don’t even know how it happened, but suddenly we were walking arm-in-arm. I rationalized that it wasn’t anything over the top, just a friend escorting his best friend’s wife around. Then after Dante bought the sodas I gently put my hand on his back while quietly telling him something, and we wound up walking back to the car with our arms around one another’s shoulders. He opened the car door for me, and as soon as we both got in we leaned into each other, drawn together as if we were magnets, and began kissing. And this guy was an awesome kisser.



As our tongues rolled around in each other’s mouths a voice inside of me was screaming Stop it! STOP IT!!! What you’re doing isn’t right! But I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the back of Dante’s head, continuing to kiss him as passionately as I could, knowingly betraying my husband.



Then Dante suddenly pulled away and said we’d better get going. I felt completely weird as we drove away. Did I have the willpower to stop, or were we going to go even further down a dangerous path once we arrived home in a half-hour?







Part Two will be posted soon. Please leave feedback! :)

This chapter is a straight continuation of the previous one (12). You don’t need to read the previous ones but I think you’d enjoy it more.



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The two sets of husbands and wives continued their kissing and moved on to groping and giggling. Gavin was looking forward to getting his wife home and making love to her ‘properly’. Elaine lay under her husband she was grinding her pelvis against his and enjoyed the feel of his hands kneading her covered breasts. She was particularly enjoying watching Mike do the same to Louise, Louise was making small whimpering noises while Mike nuzzled her neck and ear lobe. Louise returned Elaine’s gaze.



Gavin had been holding back the urge but what with all the drink and the grinding of his wife’s groin, he simply had to go to the loo. “I need to pee.” He whispered in Elaine’s ear.



“You better go then.” She replied, a little louder.



They disentangled themselves and Gavin sauntered off to the bathroom, leaving Elaine on her back with one foot on the floor. Elaine sat up and began rearranging her dishevelled clothing. Mike and Louise both watched as Gavin left the room.



“Phew!” said Elaine with a smile. “You two should get a room,” she joked.



Louise and Mike exchanged glances.



In the bathroom Gavin was having difficulties. He was bursting for pee but his cock was rigid. He looked at the ceiling which was in imminent danger of getting a urine bath. He tried to push the end of his cock down to point at the toilet but to no avail. He looked around the room and his eyes fell on the shower cubicle, “Nothing else for it” he thought to himself and opened the shower door. Almost instantly his bladder let rip and a golden arc set forth from his penis and splashed against the back wall of the shower. “Ahhhhhhhh”. After what seemed like an age, the flow subsided and his penis actually relaxed a little. He shoved it back in his pants and set about working out how to run the shower to wash away the evidence.



Finally, the deed was done and he exited the bathroom, he wanted to get Elaine home now, he was more than ready to take her to bed. He re-entered the living room to find is wife and Louise stood next to each other holding hands, Mike was still sat on the couch, he was looking at his feet. Elaine smiled at him as he entered.



“Gav?” She said.



His wife only ever called him Gav when she wanted something. “What?” he asked suspiciously.



“Louise and I have been talking, and …she would like to take you to her bedroom.” The words ran out of her mouth quickly so as to get it over with. She felt like cringing but did not actually wince.



“Why?” He replied. It was the single most stupid question he had ever asked.



Elaine tilted her head to one side and raised her eyebrows, giving him the “Why do you think?” look.



“Ah!” He said as it dawned on him. He had drunk too much for his brain to process the situation. “What will you do while we’re… while she’s….?”



Mike gave a small sputtering cough, Gavin jumped and looked at him, as if for the first time.



“Well, perhaps Mike could show me the spare room.” said Elaine.



His alcohol soaked brain cells were now up to speed on the situation. He looked at Mike who continued to sit and examine his shoes. He looked at Louise who frankly looked fabulous and she pursed her lips and blew him an exaggerated kiss. He looked at his wife who smiled, tilted her head slightly to one side and shrugged her shoulders.



It was his decision.



That he wanted to fuck Louise was a no brainer, but did he want, or more correctly, was he prepared to let, Mike fuck his wife? Did she actually want to go to bed with another man? Could he bear to have another man know her that way? Despite his recent exploits the hypocrisy of his thoughts failed to register. The kissing earlier on had turned out to be fun, in fact he had been mesmerised and tremendously turned on watching Elaine bare her breasts to Mike, but this was somehow different, this was premeditated.



“I’m not sure I could ….”, he started.



Elaine held out Louise’s hand to him. “Of course you could.”



Robotically he took the offered hand. Mike exhaled a long breath as if he had been holding it.



“It’ll be fun. I promise.” said Louise, “Mike, why don’t you show Elaine where the spare room is.”



“Sure”, he said, and looked at Elaine, who smiled down at him. Elaine held out her hand to Mike who took it and stood up. Mikes eyes caught Gavin’s and he gingerly nodded.



Elaine looked at her husband, she could see the tense uncertainty in his face, she leaned her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I love you.” Then a little louder, “Now go and be as good as I know you can be.” She kissed his cheek.



Louise looked at Mike and Elaine, “Have fun.” She said to both of them, and meant it.



Elaine led Mike towards the door. “Actually, I know where the spare room is. Come on you, get upstairs.” Mike did not put up a fight.



Gavin watched as his wife climbed the stairs leading another man to a bed, to nakedness, to embraces, to kisses, to her cunt.



“Fuck!” he muttered.



“Hmmm. Sounds like a plan.” Said Louise. Gavin did not respond. She squeezed his hand. “Hey, hello.” Gavin finally looked away from the now empty staircase in the hall, and towards Louise.



“Doesn’t it bother you?” He asked.



She shook her head. “It really doesn’t” she replied, “I love him, and I know he loves me. I want him to enjoy himself. As for Elaine? You know we have a thing going, and I care for her very much, so I want the two people I care for to enjoy themselves. Besides, it’s a real turn on for me. Look we can stop this now if you want to. Or”, she pulled his hand to her breast, “You can undress me and fuck my brains out.” She moved his hand down her body to her crotch.



Gavin looked at the hand, he looked at the breasts, he looked at the perfectly made up face. Louise really was very beautiful and she smelled of heaven.



“You helped me come earlier, the least I could do is return the favour.” She said. Using her own hand to rub the front of his trousers.



There were two loud clomping noises from the room above them, unmistakably the sound of shoes dropping to the floor. They both raised their eyes to the ceiling.



“Come on Gav let’s go make some noise of our own.”



Gavin breathed out heavily through his nose. For once, it was his mind that was making the decisions not his trousers, but for once his mind and his cock agreed.



“Take me to bed Louise.”



She stepped in closer to him and lifted her lips to his. Softly they kissed, her hand still rubbing the front of his jeans, his cock hardening every second. She pulled away.



“Come on, follow me. She headed out the door and up the stairs with Gavin in close pursuit. He could not help feeling her bum as it wiggled up the stairs.



Louise led him along the landing to her and Mike’s bedroom. The door to the spare room was directly across the landing, it was closed. As Gavin entered Louise’s bedroom, he heard a loud groan emanate from behind the closed door opposite. It was a man’s voice and it sounded like it was having a good time. “Fuck!” he thought, and stared at the closed door. Louise took his wrist and pulled him further into her room.



“Never mind them.” she said softly. “Come here and kiss me.”



Gavin was feeling torn. If Louise had said that at any time in the past he would have been on her like a rash, but this was so different, his wife was just a few feet away doing God knows what to another man, he was being offered a winning lottery ticket but he was paying as much as he was going to win, and it felt too expensive.



Louise moved around to be in front of him, “How about I take your mind off things?” She dropped to her knees and began unzipping his jeans. A few seconds later they were around his ankles, along with his black briefs. The groan from the other room had drained the life from his cock. “Hmmm, I like a challenge.” she said.



It was not so much her cold hands cupping his balls but a draft from the slightly open window that wafted across his bum that brought his attention to the room he was in and Louise massaging his almost flaccid cock.



“Well,” he thought, “if I’m going to pay this much, I’m going to get my money’s worth.” “Let me get these off.” He said, and pulled away from her to remove the jeans and pants. His shoes socks and top soon followed, till he was standing naked before Louise in her bedroom. The only light in the room came from the landing through the open door. He moved to the doorway and closed it rather too loudly. Just as he did so, the other voice in the spare room uttered an “ooooooooh”. He switched on the light.



“Do you mind if we don’t have that on?” suggested Louise, “I’m a little nervous myself.”



Actually he did mind, he wanted the full experience and fumbling around in a room with only a dim streetlight to illuminate things did not fit the bill. Louise was the best looking woman he had ever been with and he wanted to see it all.



“Fine,” He said, and switched it off again.



He crossed the room to the bed, tripping on a pair of Mike’s shoes on the way. He sat on the end of the bed, Louise, fully clothed, stood before him. Gavin pulled Louise by her hips close to him. She embraced his head and his face nuzzled her tummy while her breasts brushed the top of his head. He kissed her tummy; she was warm and smelled of expensive cosmetics. His hands wandered around to her bum cheeks and he gently massaged them. His cock twitched in appreciation of the feel of them. Louise bent and kissed the top of his head. “That feels nice.” She said. Encouraged he moved his hands lower down to her knees and back up again this time under her dress. Feeling her firm nylon covered thighs, higher to her hot and still nylon covered buttocks.



“I like tights.” He said.



“I could put on some stockings if you prefer.” “No. I mean it, I do like tights.”



“Not many men do, but they are practical.”



“They are also easy to tear off.” Gavin suggested.



“Oooo, you fancy that do you?”



Gavin quickly swung her around so that she lost her footing and sprawled onto the bed.



“Yes I bloody well do.” He said, and stuffed his hands up her dress to take a hold of the frail nylon garment. He managed to get a finger hold of the tights just above her pubic bone, and pulled until his fingers went through, loudly tearing a hole in them.



“Oooo, come on then mister caveman, do your worst.” She giggled.



Gavin knelt above her and used both hands to rip his way to her silky black panties.



Louise wriggled under his attack, she was actually getting very turned on by this brutish approach. Mike was always quite gentle and slightly in awe of her, so this made a surprising change. Gavin meanwhile buried his face between her legs and was openly inhaling the moist black gusset that separated him from her womanhood.



“Ohh yes, go on, smell my pussy, you dirty man.” She was not sure where that had come from, but, “what the heck” she thought.



Gavin did. He pushed his nose against the furnace hot material and inhaled. She smelled musky and sexy and ready. Using his fingers he pulled the panties aside, cursing the fact that the room was so dark. He extended his tongue and trailed it roughly across he swollen cunt lips. Louise grunted in approval. Placing his hands on her inner thighs he prized her open exposing her inner most secrets, her pink cunt glistened in the darkened room, he pushed his tongue into her wet hole and lapped at her moistness. Louise gurgled and hissed. His tongue moved its attention to her hard swollen clitoris and circled violently around it. His mouth covered her clit and cunt and he shook his head from side to side like a dog with a bone.



“Yes… yes…don’t stop… yes” she yelped.



Suddenly she convulsed pushing his head firmly away, but he pushed back, his tongue did not relent.



“Gavin.. stop…please, I can’t take anymore.. please… oooohhhhh. Fuck!” She shouted.



Gavin came up for air, but pushed a finger into her gripping vagina.



“Fuck me, put it in me now!” She breathlessly demanded.



Gavin became aware that his cock was rigid and ready. He climbed on top of her, and used his hand to hold her panties to the side and guide it to her entrance, sliding it back and forth between her cunt lips to lubricate his engorged cock head. Having found his target he paused, savouring the moment. Beneath him Louise panted in anticipation.



He tensed his hips and thrust forward slowly but strongly. His cock pierced her opening.



“Wait!” she shouted and pushed him over to one side.



“What the fuck!, Why? What’s wrong?”



“Condoms!” She almost sobbed, “We need a condom.”



“Oh Christ! I thought you’d be on the pill. Look I’ll be careful, I won’t come inside you.”



“Yeah right! Besides the way I was feeling a moment ago, I wouldn’t have let you come anywhere else. Look I’ll be right back, Mike has some in his wallet.”



“Where’s his wallet?”



“In his trousers of course.”



“You mean .. in there?” He waved towards the door.



“Yes. In there.” She rolled off the bed and headed towards the door.



“You can’t go in there.”



“Why not? Neither of them have anything I haven’t seen before.?”



“But they’re … they’re.. ” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.



“So were we a moment ago.”



“Anyway, you can’t go in there like that.” He gestured towards her.



“Like what? I’m perfectly decent and they have both seen me looking far from that.”



“Exactly!… You’re still dressed.”



“What?”



“You’re still dressed.”



“Well my tights might argue with that but yes I am.”



“It won’t look like I’ve… we’ve done anything.” “Oh for goodness sake. Is this a macho competitive thing?”



It was. “No, of course not.”



He leaned over and turned on the bed side light, he was sick of talking to a shadow somewhere in the darkness. In the light Louise looked somewhat flushed and was developing a severe case of ‘bed hair’, her tights had a long ladder in them that reached her calf.



Louise smiled. “Would it help if I took my dress off?”



Gavin thought that a woman taking her dress off was always very helpful.



“It might.” He said.



Louise moved back to the bed, she noticed in the light that Gavin’s cock was still hard, and despite the fact that she had seen it before, its length surprised her. “Undo me.” she ordered, turning her back and lifting her hair to allow him access to the zip and tiny button. Gavin obliged, slowly pulling the zip down to her panty line.



“Thank you.” She said.



He couldn’t help but insert his hands inside the open dress and reach around to her bra covered breasts. Firmly he squeezed them, nuzzling her neck at the same time. Louise breathed in deeply, she loved having her neck kissed, she loved having her breasts played with. “Hmmmmm” she mewed. Gavin began raising her bra over her tits and she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. With his hands still fumbling at her chest, she managed to shuffle off the dress. Gavin gave up trying to lift the bra. Louise turned to face him; one tit, complete with very extended dark pink nipple, was uncovered whilst the other remained firmly in place.



“Will I do now?”



Gavin looked her up and down, close up it was apparent that her makeup was smeared, her tights were torn to shreds, her knickers were still over to one side exposing her protruding cunt lips, his gaze came to rest on her exposed breast hanging out of her disarrayed bra, he licked his lips at the sight of her long erect nipple. She looked like a rape victim.



“Perfect.” He said.



Louise padded across the room, and opened the door; two more steps took her to the spare bedroom door. She paused momentarily, listening for any noise coming from within. She did not want to knock; frankly she wanted to catch the pair ‘at it’. It amused and aroused her. Carefully and quietly she opened the door wide.



Gavin remained on the bed from where he could see all the way into the opposite room. He heart was in his mouth as Louise opened the door, he was both sacred and desperately curious of what was occurring in that room.



The first thing he noticed was that the light was on. The second thing was his wife, who was on a bed, naked from the waste down, upright on her knees facing away from him she was sitting astride a gorilla’s face. The third thing, was the gorilla, which was lying flat on its back legs hanging over the end of the bed, it was wearing socks but nothing else, it appeared to be playing with the tube from a toilet roll. It slowly dawned on him that the tube was actually Mikes penis. “Fuck!” he mouthed silently. Elaine was gyrating her pelvis rubbing her cunt on his face and making small grunting noises. Louise entered the room fully and Elaine snapped her head around.



“That looks like fun.” said Louise, “I’m really sorry to disturb you but I need Mikes wallet.”



There was a muffled noise from the gorilla. Elaine raised herself a little so it could speak.



“Why do you need my wallet? He’s not charging you is he?”



“No darling, I need some thingies.”



“Oh, I see.” the gorilla didn’t sound overly happy about that. “My trousers are over there.” A hairy arm waved in the direction of a chair. Louise retrieved the ‘thingies’.



“Are you two ok?” Elaine asked Louise, but turning around so that she could see Gavin in the other room. It was a shock to see him naked on another bed watching as she sat on another mans face.



“Very OK thanks” said Louise.



Elaine lifted a leg that allowed Mike to shuffle out from under her crotch. Mike avoided looking at Gavin but when he saw his wife’s state of dress he glared at him. “What the hell’s he done to you?”



“Nothing, I didn’t enjoy, darling. Now why don’t you carry on with what you were doing?”



Elaine gave Gavin a little wave. Gavin nodded his head in acknowledgment. Gavin felt like he was in a dream, this was all too weird. Louise wiggled out of the spare room. “If you wear him out Elaine, you know where I am” she winked. Elaine smiled; the thought of being sandwiched between the husband and wife pair aroused her more than a little.



“Yes” said Elaine.



Louise returned to Gavin, closing the doors behind her.



“They seem to be getting on OK.” She said.



“Hmm”



Louise climbed onto the bed; she tossed the condom packets on the pillow. She pulled off her ruined tights, unsnapped her bra clasp, shuffled it off and rearranged the gusset of her knickers into a more comfortable position. “Now where were we?” she said in a slightly husky voice.



They lay on their sides facing each other, arms intertwined and kissed, long and deep. Louise felt his hardness pressing her abdomen and reached a hand down to grasp him firmly; slowly she pumped his cock making low murmurs of approval. Gavin rocked his hips, thrusting his cock harder between her slender fingers. Still they kissed, tongues wrestling in and out of each others mouths. Gavin squeezed her breast pinching the elongated nipple firmly, Louise mewed her appreciation. Finally he broke their kiss and moved his lips to her engorged nipple which he suckled on, still she pumped his cock, her other hand ruffling hair on the back of his head as she pulled him closer to her excited teat.



“Oooh fuck, yes, suck my tits, suck my tits, you filthy boy” The words turned him on more and he sucked harder, harder than he would ever have dared do to Elaine.



“God! My cunt’s on fire, suck my tits Gav.” Maintaining the lip lock on her long excited nipple, Gavin stretched out his arm to feel her hot, well trimmed cunt. His fingers easily slipped between her swollen lips and her wetness was instantly apparent. He rubbed her clit with his lubricated finger; Louise drew a sharp breath through her teeth and grasped at his hair.



“Lick me there… please… lick my cunt.”



Pulled away from her and switched ends aligning his face with her hot cunt. The intoxicating smell of her sex filled his nostrils and he buried his face between her legs. Louise regained a hold of his erection, now at eye level with her. As Gavin licked at her clitoris she pumped his cock with a vice like grip. Momentarily Gavin removed his lips.

“Suck me… suck my cock, you dirty bitch.” He was shocked at the words his mouth was uttering but Louise eagerly obliged by clamping her lips around the swollen head of his penis and began bobbing her head. They were still on their sides and Gavin wanted better access to her wetness. Skilfully he manoeuvred under her, neither released their contact with the others sex but they ended in a full sixty-nine. Gavin lapped at the hardened clitoris before him, he inhaled the intoxicating smell of her sex, he pushed and rubbed his face into her molten wet lips and slit, he licked the length of her cunt and up to her puckered brown hole. He probed her arse with his tongue; he wanted to know every intimate detail of his long lusted after neighbour. Louise could not believe how good her cunt was feeling, she could not concentrate on the rigid cock that slapped around her face. All she could do was hang on as the waves of pleasure passed from her cunt to her brain. She couldn’t believe that she was actually letting this man do what he was, the whole thing, the whole scenario was such a turn on, knowing her husband was just a few feet away fucking another woman was so fucking sexy. She gasped as Gavin slipped a finger part way into her bum and clamped his lips to her clit, it threw her over the top, and she came with a guttural scream, so loud that they must have heard it in the next village. Involuntary convulsions drove her hips forward and down, grinding her pulsating wet cunt onto Gavin’s face, rubbing her free flowing cunt juices across his face. Gavin could not draw breath but did not care, this woman was so reactive to his touch he revelled in her animal enjoyment. A full thirty seconds passed before Louise relaxed her body, she flopped forward resting her whole weight on his body, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. She panted short rapid breaths, her breasts squashed against his abdomen, her dripping cunt just below his chin, her soft buttocks quivering.



“Fuck” She said softly.



After a few more moments Gavin felt her raise herself a little and heard the sound of tearing paper followed by the feeling of hands firmly clasping his cock. Louise expertly unrolled a condom down the length of his shaft, taking care not to entangle his pubic hair at the base. Louise rolled off of his sweat covered body. And lay on her back.



“I need you in me. Now” She demanded.



Gavin did not need asking twice. Kneeling between her open legs he aimed his latex covered manhood at her gaping hole. Her cunt was almost dripping with her juice and his saliva. Lifting her legs he pushed forward and entered her quickly and easily thrusting his entire length into her in one urgent push. His length surprised her, Gavin’s cock reached deeper than her husbands her cunt walls easily adjusted to tightly grip his thinner girth.



“Aaaahhh” the both exclaimed.



Louise rested her legs against his shoulders and he began to slowly thrust in and out of her slippery love tunnel.



Louise grunted with each inward thrust.



“Fuck me, fuck me.” Louise ordered, Her cunt contracting around his hard cock,



Gavin quickened his pace thrusting harder and harder, Louise’s tits flopped back and forth almost hitting her chin, Gavin grasped them in his hands and squashed them hard in his grasp. He leaned forward Louise was doubled up under him, her head was shaking from side to side, her eyes closed her mouth muttering words of ecstatic filth. Gavin’s mouth found hers and thrust his tongue between her lips, he wanted to envelope his entire being inside her.



He fucked her harder and harder, her hips rising to meet his every cunt pounding thrust. Under him Louise was whimpering into his mouth.



She pulled away from his kiss.



“Come in me, give it to me, come in me.” She pleaded.



With a couple of deep hard thrusts, Gavin obliged. His cock pumped out its stream of white fluid. His body was rigid with the sheer pleasure that was passing through his cock head.



“Good boy, good boy, let your spunk out.” Louise whispered, sounding almost motherly.



Gavin slowly pushed himself to a kneeling position, his softening cock still inside his neighbour. He looked down trying to make a mental photograph of the sight of her naked and spread out before him. She truly was very beautiful, maybe even more so now that her makeup was smeared and her body was wet with sweat. The look of sheer contentment on her face was unmistakable. Carefully he held the condom in place as he withdrew his penis. Removing the condom, and tying a knot in the end he was surprised at its weight and the sheer volume of fluid within it.



“Phew!” was all he said. They smiled at each other.



“That was intense.” She said, “Thank you.”



Gavin could not remember a woman thanking him for fucking her before. He beamed at her.



“It’s a pleasure.” He smiled, and flopped down next to her. They faced each other and hugged, a sticky sweaty hug, and exchanged gentle kisses and murmurs. Gavin could not resist feeling and stroking her breasts, he wanted to make the most of this moment, he doubted it would happen again.



They were disturbed from their mutual admiration, by a low muffled moan from the direction of the door, it was a mans voice. Having had his lust satisfied, albeit in a spectacularly fabulous manner, Gavin felt a huge pang of jealousy, another man was taking, and more painfully to him, giving, pleasure to his wife. The concerned look on his face did not escape Louise.



“Are you OK?”



He was not. “Yes, I guess so.” He said.



Gavin actually wanted to go and drag Elaine from the other room and take her home.



“No you’re not.” She replied.



Louise jumped up off of the bed and padded across the room to the door.



“What are you doing?” Gavin asked.



“I think it’s probably worse for you, not knowing what’s going on in there. I do understand how you feel. I’m just able to turn it around in my head, and get turned on by it rather than let the jealousy kick in. She does love you; you know that, this is all just for fun.”



“I think maybe it’s a bit different for a man.”



“Maybe but Mikes a man too” With that Louise opened the door and went to the spare room door opposite. She tapped on it but didn’t wait before opening it wide.



Gavin did not want to look he was scared of what he would see, but his brain let him down and his eyes remained staring towards the bedroom opposite. All he could actually see was Louise’s fabulous bum and back blocking his view.



“Sorry to interrupt you guys,” she said softly, “but Gavin and I were wondering if you’d like to join us in the big bedroom.?” She took a step aside and held an inviting arm out towards the bed that Gavin was on.



Her question barely registered with Gavin. He could now see into the other room. His wife was on her knees beside the bed, the gorilla was sat on the edge of the bed, his thick purple headed cock squeezed between his wife’s breasts, she was giving him a tit wank. As his eyes focused on Elaine’s breasts he realised that actually it was more accurate to say she had given him a tit wank, large blobs of sticky white semen adhered to her nipples and neck.



Elaine was looking directly at Gavin, uncertainty was written across her flushed face, even though this had all been done through agreement, she still felt a huge pang of guilt like she’d been caught in the act by an unsuspecting husband.



“I’m not sure,” Elaine glanced at Mike, “I think we were about to get dressed again.” She found herself saying.



Mike was looking at his wife. Louise looked like she had been given a damn good seeing to. Her hair and makeup were a mess, her chest had a healthy tell tale blush, her nipples were rock hard and her thighs were reddened.



“Oh, I was hoping we might make a night of it.” Said Louise.



Elaine used Mikes knees to push herself to a standing position not knowing that a long string of spunk dangled from her hard pink nipple. Gavin looked at the uncertain naughty school girl look she had written on her face and the swinging strand of jizz struck him as quite comic, he smiled. He did not think further than the outward appearance; he did not find the fact that his wife had another mans come on her tits very amusing at all.



Elaine wanted to go and hug her husband. She wanted the reassurance that everything was OK. She skipped across into his room, the white string swaying hypnotically. Gavin climbed off the bed. “What do you think?” she asked before she reached him. She opened her arms to embrace him, Gavin held out his hands to fend her off, a quizzical look crossed her face. Gavin motioned to her semen covered chest. He was not desperate to have Mikes come rubbed on his body.



“Oh!” She said, “Sorry, I forgot”.



Louise followed her into the room and retrieved some tissues from a box on the dresser. “Here, let me.” She said, and began wiping her husband’s come from Elaine’s tits. “What a messy boy.” She called out to her husband.



“What do I think about what?” asked Gavin.



“Making a night of it?” said his wife. Louise wiped the last remnants of evidence from Elaine’s neck, and planted a small kiss there.



“All done” interrupted Louise, tossing the tissues towards a small bin in the corner.



Gavin was torn. It was going through his mind that Mike might not have actually fucked his wife. He could call a halt now and get out ahead, knowing he had given Mike’s wife a very good seeing to. On the other hand he quite like the idea of spraying his seed over Louise as a sort of payback, after all, all he’d done in that department was to fill a rubber balloon.



“I’ll get some wine,” said Louise, “while you guys make up your minds, but I’d quite like to go again with us all together. So I can make sure he’s behaving himself.” She nodded to Mike who was now standing in the doorway. Louise pushed past her husband, kissing him on his cheek as she went.



Gavin looked at Mike, his powerful hairy body complete with limp but still impressive dick, filling the doorway. “What do you think?” he found himself asking.



“I think the ladies should decide.” Mike chickened out. He had been shocked by the scream that his wife had made; frankly it had dampened his and Elaine’s own moment. Thinking that Gavin was giving his wife that sort of pleasure had un-nerved his own confidence. The scream had happened just as he was about to enter Elaine and give her the fucking of a life time, with the effect that it had softened more than just his ego. He wanted a re-match, especially as he had just spied a spent condom on the bed, bulging with Gavin’s come.



Elaine finally hugged her husband. “Well?” He asked her.



“I’m willing if you are.” She replied. Actually she was really hoping that the answer would be yes, having got past the initial worry of what her husband might do or think, she was back on track, she needed a fuck, an exotic fuck, either with another man or with her husband in the same room as Mike and Louise. She had actually been quite sorry when Mike had come on her tits, she was hoping for so much more.



“OK” Gavin heard himself saying.



Elaine smiled, and turned to Mike, “If that’s OK with you Mikey?”



Mike looked at Gavin, not sure how he should appear to react in front of her husband. “It would be good to carry on.” He said.



Elaine still hugging her husband stretched out her hand to Mike, who hesitantly walked across the room to take it in his. Elaine let go of her husband and taking Gavin by the hand she leaned towards Mike and kissed him passionately on the lips.



Gavin was not sure where to look, so continued to stare at the pair as they shared tongues, his wife still squeezing his own hand. Mike put his own arms around Elaine and hugged her to him. Gavin observed as her heavy breasts squashed against this other mans chest. He did not feel like relinquishing ownership just yet and ran his other hand over her shapely bum. Elaine adjusted her stance a little by open her legs a little and pushing her bum back towards his touch. Gavin ran his hand under her cheek and slipped his fingers between her legs. He found her to be as wet as he had ever experienced, and his fingers slipped easily inside her. Gavin was wondering if this juice was just his wife or a mixture of hers and Mike. He withdrew his hand and looked at it. His fingers glistened with the clear womanly moisture from his wife’s cunt. Satisfied that it was pure female, he released his other hand from Elaine’s grip and knelt behind her, burying his face between her buttocks. Elaine wrapped both arms around Mike as they continued to kiss, but pushed her rear firmly against her husbands face. Gavin grasped her hips and extended his tongue, licking her dark purple arse hole and as far towards her cunt as he could manage. Elaine moaned into Mike’s mouth.



Mike grasped one of her tits in his hand and began rubbing her clitoris with the other. His cock hardened.



“I see we have decided.” said Louise, re-entering the room carrying a bottle of wine and some glasses.



The three did not stop to acknowledge her. Mike began to slide his fingers along Elaine’s slit, momentarily touching Gavin’s outstretched tongue. Elaine began to grunt and rocked her hips back and forth against the onslaught of fingers and tongue.



Louise deposited her drinks on a small table and took up position next to Elaine, bending her head to suckle at the one free breast that jutted out between Elaine and Mike’s embrace. This was too much for Elaine, she broke the kiss and wailed uncontrollably “Ooooooo…… Oooooh… fuck! Yes…. Yes”. Mike kissed her neck as she came, bucking her hips back and forth, her legs trembling and shaking, she over balanced and fell across the bed face first, her bum quivering in the air, her feet still on the floor. “FUCK ME…. Fill my cunt!!” She demanded. Gavin and Mike looked at each other, not sure who she was asking. Both were more than ready to fuck her.



“Go on then Mike.” Louise suggested, “It would be rude not to oblige your guest.”



Gavin looked on, breathless with what was about to happen, as Mike lined up his monstrously thick penis with Elaine’s gaping red cunt lips, briefly rubbing the dark purple head along the wet slip to lubricate himself. Mike looked at Gavin, and thrust slowly forward, stretching her cunt wide as he pushed his entire length into her sopping wet love hole. Mike growled as he felt the tightness of her cunt walls.



Gavin watched, wide eyed at his wife’s quivering buttocks pushing back towards the thick intruder, deeply impaling herself on the solid rod.



“Fuuuuckkk!” she uttered.



Mike grunted in animal lust and smacked her buttock hard, leaving a reddening mark. Then he grasped her hips and began to thrust back and forth, short sharp motions, intended to let her know who was boss.



“Ahhh … ahh….ahhhh” she moaned.



The smack had surprised Gavin, so did the next one and the next. His wife was being used and abused just inches from him, and she seemed to like it. Mike’s face contorted in animal lust as he hammered his thick cock in to Elaine.



Louise meanwhile stood behind her husband egging him on.



“Go on babe, really give it to her, stretch her wet cunt.”



She moulded herself to her husbands back matching his thrusting movements, grinding her mound against his taught hairy buttocks. She looked at Gavin and pouted her lips and partly closed her eyes, imagining she was fucking Elaine.



Gavin stared on in disbelief. Elaine pushed herself up so that she was resting on her outstretched arms, her large tits swinging back and forth with each thrust of the hard cock that was filling her cunt.



“Come on … give it to me…. Fuck me….. harder…. harder…. fuck my cunt..”, she challenged. She looked back over her shoulder towards her open mouthed husband, and grimaced, her face contorted in pure sexual frenzy.



As the sweat began to build on Mike’s face and body, Louise removed herself from his body, moved to push Gavin onto his back across the bed, he came to rest next to his grunting wife, who looked down at him and managed to silently mouth “I love you”, her face scarlet and the blood vessels clearly visible around her temples, her eyes wide bulging in disbelief at the ferocity of the thick cock pounding her little pussy was receiving. Her tits continued to swing back and forth. Gavin reached out and squeezed one.



Louise meanwhile had walked around the bed to face her husband, she clambered across on her knees and planted her sopping wet cunt on Gavin’s lips.



“Look at him eating me babe.” She goaded. “He’s got his tongue in my cunt. Hmmmm… it feels so good. Do you like the taste of my pussy Gavin?”



Gavin mumbled a “Uh huh”.



Mike picked up the pace thrusting harder into Elaine. Louise leant forward and grasped Gavin’s rigid cock.



“Look how long his dick is, ” said Louise, “so long and hard…” She began to pump Gavin’s cock with her fist. Mike was overcome with lust, he pulled roughly out of Elaine and firmly flipped her onto her back, her legs wide open in the air and her tits spreading out to the sides. Mike held her ankles and thrust heavily back into her sopping vagina, emitting a deep growl as he did so.



Elaine let out a high pitched whimper of shock and submission. She panted, short shallow breaths. She was now able to see Louise rubbing her hairy cunt on her husbands mouth, see her pumping his hard cock. She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it hard, Gavin squeezed back.



Louise continued to grind her swollen, excited sex against his face. Gavin actually found it hard to breath but the feeling building in his cock far outweighed his need for oxygen, especially when the fingers around his shaft squeezed harder and more firmly, more expertly.



“Come on big boy, come in her cunt. Give me something to lick out.” Gavin heard Louise tell her husband. The bed began to shake more violently; the pumping hand on his cock became more urgent.



Louise relented and lifted her pussy slightly from his mouth, giving him a view of her glistening clitoris, and further away, Mike’s face, as he unloaded his balls into Gavin’s whimpering wife, with a guttural shout. It was all too much and he let his own load go in a fountain of sperm, the hand on his cock expertly milked every last string of cum from his balls.



Louise pushed herself back away from his head and leaned over towards Elaine fondling her tits with both hands and kissing her on the lips.



Still the hand grasped Gavin’s cock. He had a stupid grin on his face, he had seldom received a hand job, and that was the best ever. That was when it dawned on him.



Louise was fondling Elaine’s tits with both hands…. “Fuck!” He said and thought. He raised his head and looked down at his crotch; Mike’s cum covered fingers were still wrapped around Gavin’s quickly shrinking cock. Mike was staring at his handy work.



“Fuck!” said Gavin again.



With a smile, Mike released his grip and wiped the sperm covering his hand across his own hairy chest. He withdrew his own softening cock from Elaine whose cunt walls contracted quickly forcing a loud farting noise to emerge.



Louise laughed. “Well done babe, two at once…. What a clever boy.”



Elaine was unaware of the ‘male bonding’ that had gone on. She just panted heavily, trying to catch her breath, her breasts heaving and glistened with sweat, a red blush across her chest giving proof of her orgasms, she had lost count of how many. Still she held her husbands hand.



“Did you enjoy that?” Louise said. “Oh gosh …yes” said Elaine.



“Weird…” was all Gavin could say.



Neither of them aware of who the question was aimed at.



“Fantastic” answered Mike.



Gavin did not know what to think.



Louise was the only one not to come and was still as horny as ever. Watching her husband fuck Elaine while he wanked Gavin had been both extraordinary and unexpected, but she had found it massively arousing.

Authors note.

This is a story based on Chuck and takes place during Season 4.




*



“Exc… excuse me.” Ellie stammered, convinced she must have been more drunk than she thought because she couldn’t possibly have heard her brother’s girlfriend right.



“I said, get on the bed and bend over.” Sarah said like this wasn’t something completely out of the ordinary, the blonde then stepping forward moments later to comfort her friend, “You wanted my help right? With Devon’s little… request?”



“Well yes but I was expecting… I don’t know, some advice or something.” Ellie said.



“And I told you, there’s nothing I could say that you can’t find on the Internet, and no words could really prepare you for the feeling of taking a big hard cock up your ass.” Sarah said, “Which is why the best way I can help is to, well… show you what to do.”



Ellie’s eyes almost popped out of her head, “Oh, erm, I, thanks but I’m not gay.”



“Neither am I, and that’s not what I was suggesting.” Sarah said, quickly cutting Ellie off before she got the wrong idea, or more accurately the right idea, “I’m not suggesting we have anal sex, just that I show you how to properly loosen up your ass hole. Because trust me, no matter how much instructions you give them even the nicest of guys will awkwardly shove a couple of fingers up your ass, and then their cocks, and you’ll probably hate it, but let him do it now and then when you really want something. But, if you let someone who knows what they’re doing take their time to gently stretch your ass hole out it can be one of the most pleasurable experiences you’ll ever have. And trust me, if you let me help you practice for a couple of days by the time you’re bending over for Devon your ass hole will crave the feeling of getting fucked. You’ll be a total anal whore, ready to fulfil everyone of your husband’s desires.”



It may have been the three glasses of wine Ellie had consumed to work up the courage to ask the blonde’s advice about anal sex but Sarah seemed to be making a lot of sense. Ellie was still a little worried though, “O, ok… what… what exactly would you do? To help me practice I mean.”



“Oh, just use my fingers, and maybe a small dildo, to stretch you out back there. Get you used to the feeling of something sliding in and out of your ass hole. Show you it isn’t as scary as you might think.” Sarah said, a little smile crossing her face, “Hopefully show you why I love anal so much… show you how good it can feel to have something inside your ass… moving in and out… fucking your little ass hole.”



Ellie blushed and silently thought this over. It was crazy she was even considering something like this, but if Ellie was going to try anal sex it seemed to make a lot of sense for her to dip her toe in the water so to speak. This way she could feel what it was like to have something invading her ass hole without getting Devon’s hopes up, and she would be in the hands of someone who had taken it in the ass before as opposed to someone who’d only dreamt about anal sex.



So Ellie pretty much made up her mind, but she was still nervous about it so buying herself a little time to calm her nerves she asked, “Have you done this before?”



Sarah smiled, “Maybe once or twice.”



“Ok… ok, ok let’s… practice.” Ellie said, very slowly getting on all fours on the bed.



For a moment Sarah lost control of herself, a look of lust crossing her face as Ellie presented the spy with her ass. Luckily Sarah was able to come to her senses before Ellie could turn to catch her staring or licking her lips, which only happened briefly, Sarah able to keep herself in check as she quickly retrieved a bottle of lube and then got on the bed behind Ellie. When she slowly, carefully pulled down Ellie’s pants and panties revealing the other woman’s ass Sarah lost control again, this time Sarah reaching out and grabbing two handfuls of Ellie’s perfect butt before gently caressing the prize in front of her.



“You have a beautiful ass Ellie.” Sarah said softly, squeezing the round but firm cheeks of Ellie’s butt.



“Thanks.” Ellie blushed, not sure what to make of Sarah’s actions.



“Devon is a lucky man.” Sarah said, able to stop herself saying anything further as she pulled apart Ellie’s butt cheeks and lustfully studied the other woman’s ass hole for a few seconds. Oh how Sarah would have loved to lick that puckered hole, or slide her mouth and tongue all over those beautiful cheeks, or even go after Ellie’s pussy which looked encouragingly wet. But one thing at a time.



“You’re going to have to relax, ok?” Sarah said, as she let go of Ellie’s cheeks and quickly applied a generous amount of lube to the fingers of her right hand. Once there was plenty of lube on her fingers Sarah used her left hand to gently spread Ellie’s left ass cheek, the blonde giving herself as much room as possible to get at the brunette’s ass hole.



Ellie gasped as she felt a wet finger gently touching her virgin rosebud and immediately tensed up. Luckily Sarah didn’t try to force her way into Ellie’s butt. Instead the blonde just gently rubbed some lube onto the brunette’s back hole, Ellie finding the soft caressing of her butt hole oddly comforting, the touch slowly coaxing her to relax.



Of course that was Sarah’s plan, the spy waiting until she was convinced her friend couldn’t be more relaxed before firmly sliding a finger into Ellie’s back door.



“Ah!” Ellie cried out, more in surprise at the suddenness than actual pain. In fact there wasn’t that much pain at all. It wasn’t the greatest feeling ever, but it wasn’t unpleasant. And for the most part that was how it continued. Even when Sarah added a second, then a third, then finally much later a fourth finger the experience was far from what Ellie had expected. Then she moaned. She couldn’t believe it, but it actually started feeling good. Really good.



It took a while for Sarah to get a moan out of Ellie, but it was totally worth it. That little sound meant Ellie was Sarah’s. She might not know it yet, but she would very, very soon.



Of course getting that moan had been a lot of fun as Sarah had loved every second of slowly stretching out Ellie’s shit hole. She had adored fingering her friend’s ass, only adding additional fingers when she was absolutely sure the other woman was ready, working then gently to further open the brunette’s butt hole, gently caressing the soft yet tight walls of Ellie’s rectum. It was marvelling at the tightness of the other woman’s back passage which was Sarah’s favourite. This was partly because it proved to Sarah she really was doing Ellie a favour by stretching out this tight little hole, but in truth Sarah just liked the way Ellie’s butt felt clamping down on her fingers. It made her horny, made her want to give this cute little virgin ass a real stretching.



“Ellie… I’ve stretched your ass hole as wide as I can with just my fingers. I could fist you, but I think what we really need now is depth. So I’m going to get a nice long dildo so I can stretch the deepest part of your ass, make sure it’s nice and ready for your husband’s big cock. Are you ok with that?” Sarah smiled as Ellie moaned a enthusiastic response. Deciding to push her luck Sarah added, “Good, I’ll go get one of my toys… in the meantime, you don’t have too, but it might help if you fingered your ass hole. That way your ass hole stays nice and loose.”



Following another positive moan from the brunette Sarah removed her fingers from Ellie’s ass, a smile crossing the blonde’s face as she watched as one of Ellie’s hands immediately shot to her backside and inserted two fingers into her already loosened butt hole.



Sarah watched Ellie shamelessly finger her own ass hole for a few moments before quickly yet quietly sneaking over to her toy draw, opening it up and retrieving her favourite type of toy, namely a strap-on. It was extremely tempting for Sarah to pick one of the bigger models, but for her boyfriend’s sister she chose a nice 8 inch model, expertly strapping it around her waist after removing her pants and panties, and then moving back onto the bed so that she was kneeling behind Ellie again without making a sound loud enough to disturb the moaning brunette.



By now Ellie had three fingers in both her pussy and ass and was using the palm of one of her hands to rub her clit. From the way Ellie was moaning Sarah guest it wouldn’t be long before her friend came. Sarah could let that happen, put her strap-on away, hand Ellie a vibrator and leave her to it, or something like that, but Sarah just couldn’t resist. She had resisted going after Ellie for so long, too long, and now Sarah was going to make Ellie hers.



Grabbing hold of Ellie’s hands Sarah used enough pressure to stop their movement without hurting her friend. There was a whimper of disappointment from Ellie before Sarah quickly said, “Ellie, I thought you wanted to practise for Devon. Make sure you’re ready to take his big cock up your ass.”



“I do.” Ellie whimpered.



“Then stop trying to make yourself cum like a little slut.” Sarah said deliberately firmly before then just as deliberately softening her tone, “Trust me, I’ll let you cum soon enough, if that’s what you want, but we need to get this big cock of mine inside your ass while it’s still nice and loose and ready to be fucked. But it’s up to you. In a second I’m going to let go of your hand. You can make yourself cum if you want and we can call it a day, maybe try again tomorrow if you want. Or you can spread your ass cheeks for me. Make it easier for me to get my big cock in your tight little ass. You choose.”



Letting go Sarah watched with bated breath for a few seconds, and then smiled widely as she watched Ellie slowly reach back and spread her ass cheeks, submitting to the butt fucking Sarah so wanted to give her.



Sarah took longer than necessary lubing up her dildo, admiring the sight of Ellie offering up her ass hole to be fucked. It was a beautiful sight, one which Sarah wanted to commit to memory, something she would treasure forever. Then Sarah did something else that she would treasure forever, that being taking Ellie’s anal virginity. Sarah took Ellie’s anal cherry slowly, placing the head of the dick against her friend’s previously unviolated butt hole and then gently increasing the pressure so that the tight ring of flesh was slowly forced open until the first few inches of strap-on cock slid deep inside Ellie’s virgin ass.



Ellie let go of her butt cheeks and cried out in pain, but it wasn’t as bad as she feared, and for that she was very grateful to Sarah, who unnecessarily apologised, “I’m sorry. It always hurts at first, but trust me, you’ll be begging for more in no time.”



Those last words made Ellie blush because she didn’t doubt them. Before tonight she hadn’t even dared to touch her ass hole, but Sarah’s fingers, and then her own, had felt so good inside her butt, and she was so horny from the initial anal play that what Ellie had imagined being unbearable pain with Devon was very much bearable and faded quickly. It wasn’t even that bad when Sarah began pushing a few more inches into Ellie’s rectum, and then when Sarah started slowly pushing those few inches in and out, beginning to butt fuck Ellie, the brunette doctor moaned in pleasure.



The pleasure seemed to increase with every thrust, Ellie barely even noticing any pain as Sarah gently pushed more and more of the strap-on into the brunette’s bowels until Ellie felt the blonde’s hips smacking into her butt cheeks. This shocked Ellie a little at first because she had been so distracted that she hadn’t realised that Sarah had strapped on a dildo. Ellie thought Sarah was just going to get a small hand held dildo, but this made sense. After all Sarah was trying to prepare her for anal sex with her husband. That was what Sarah was still doing, right? So using a large strap-on dildo would obviously better help prepare Ellie for that. Obviously.



It wasn’t like Sarah wanted to butt fuck her or anything. And the idea of Sarah being the one to give Ellie her first butt fucking wasn’t an incredible turn on or anything. Sure, Sarah Walker was the most beautiful woman Ellie had ever met, and Ellie had thought about being with the blonde, about kissing her, sliding her hands all over her body, and using her tongue to… but Sarah was her brother’s girlfriend. Nothing ever could or would happen between them.



Luckily this was just practice so it didn’t count. And because it didn’t count Ellie was free to become lost in the feeling of that dildo sliding in and out of her ass hole, giving her powerful sensations of pleasure she had never felt before tonight… sensations she wanted more of. She… she wanted more.



Realising Sarah had officially been proven right and that it was a matter of time before she begged for more Ellie decided to make it sooner rather than later so that she could get more of that wonderful pleasure, the young doctor softly moaning, “More.”



“I’m sorry, what was that?” Sarah teased.



“More! I want more. Please give me more.” Ellie begged.



“And by more… you mean?” Sarah smiled, deciding to push her luck.



“I… I…” Ellie blushed. With her mind racing Ellie quickly realised this made sense too. She was practising to have anal sex with her husband, therefore she had to play the part. Besides, she knew what he liked to hear. So gathering up her courage Ellie softly moaned, “Please… fuck me! Fuck my ass! Please Sarah, fuck my tight little ass hard!”



Sarah was briefly taken aback by just how verbal Ellie was. Then deciding to push her luck even more Sarah asked, “Is that what you want? For me to fuck your tight little ass hard?”



“Yes Sarah, please fuck my tight little ass hard! Oh God, fuck it as hard as you can! Oh it feels so good, mmmmmmmm, fuck me hard!” Ellie begged, and then realising may be Sarah wanted specific words added, “I’m begging you, give me more. You were right. Mmmmmm, you were so right. This feels amazing when done right, and you do it so right, mmmmmmm, so fucking right. Oooooh, so fucking good. Ohhhhh fuck me, please Sarah, fuck my tight little ass. I need it. I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum. Please, I’ll do anything.”



There was a pause, and then Sarah laid down so her breasts were pressing into Ellie’s back and her lips were next to her ear, the spy then softly asking, “Tell me, is it Devon who gets off on the dirty talk, or you?”



Ellie blushed and stammered, “I, I do it for him.”



“That’s not what I asked.” Sarah said.



Again Ellie blushed, and then after a pause admitted, “We both do.”



“But you a little more than him, huh?” Sarah pushed, smiling when Ellie gently nodded her head, “Would you like me to talk dirty to you? Call you a slut? Treat you like a filthy little anal whore I found on the streets?”



“I want you to make me cum.” Ellie whimpered, and then after a beat added, “Please, I’ll do anything.”



“Then answer my questions.” Sarah pushed.



Again Ellie whimpered, then blushed, then admitted, “Yes. Yes, please talk dirty to me. I love it. Mmmmmm, I love being called a slut, a tramp, a whore, ohhhhhh, and I love being treated like one.”



“That’s what I thought.” Sarah said, leaning in even closer to Ellie’s ear, “Now, here’s the deal. In a moment I’m going to start fucking your tight little ass hard until I make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before. Then I’m going to keep ass fucking you, making you cum over and over again until you get me to stop or pass out. But first I want you to promise me something…”



“Anything!” Ellie quickly interrupted.



Sarah smiled, then continued, “Don’t go running to your husband the moment we’re done. You let him ass fuck you now you’ll both enjoy it, but you probably won’t cum. But if you give me the rest of the week to properly train you it will be the best sexual experience of your lives. I promise. All you need is a week of practice with me and you’ll be such an anal whore you won’t be able to go a day without a serious butt fucking.”



The next few seconds seemed like an eternity in Ellie’s mind as she struggled not to just say yes and really think about what Sarah was suggesting.



When Sarah had suggested a week of practice before letting Devon fuck her back there it had seemed like a reasonable timeframe. Now Ellie was sure she had all the practice she really needed, and while Ellie could just about convince herself that another woman fingering her ass or sliding a dildo in and out of her ass wasn’t technically anal sex… although now she actually thought it through it was really silly, another woman slamming a strap-on in and out of her ass until she came definitely seemed like anal sex. Lesbian anal sex. Which meant even by agreeing to continue she was knowingly cheating on her husband, and now she was on the verge of agreeing to cheat on him for an entire week.



But how could she possibly say no to a week of this amazing pleasure?



Ellie opened her mouth, and despite feeling like she should be saying no or at least being hesitant she instead said, “Deal. We can practice for the whole week. Maybe longer, if you think it’s necessary. Just please, fuck me.”



Sarah smiled, straightened herself up, grabbed on tightly to Ellie’s hips and began increasing the speed of the sodomy.



The whole time they had been talking Sarah had been lazily pumping Ellie’s pooper, not fucking the other woman’s butt as hard as she had been before the conversation so Ellie would concentrate on her words. Now Sarah wanted Ellie to concentrate on the pleasure she was giving her, which proved to be an extremely easy task.



All of the slow butt fucking had loosened Ellie’s rectum to the point that the brunette was so ready for a hard ass pounding that no matter how quick or hard the thrusts became Ellie continued mindlessly begging, “Yes, more, give it to me, mmmmmmm, oh, make me an anal whore. Oh God Sarah fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! OH FUCK! FUCK MY ASS! OHHHHHH SARAH!”



Hearing Ellie screaming her name like that and fucking her perfect bubble butt was literally a dream come true for the woman who called herself Sarah Walker. She loved Chuck more than anyone or anything, but she had a passion… a need to fuck other women. Luckily for Sarah hearing about her lesbian exploits was a huge turn on for Chuck, who loved her enough to let her fool around with women, and he even ‘suffered’ through the occasional wild threesome. But she couldn’t expect him to be ok with her desire to fuck his sister, so Sarah kept it to herself. Unfortunately that meant Ellie became forbidden fruit. Sarah had tried so hard to resist, and really she deserved credit for lasting as long as she did, but when Ellie had dropped this opportunity in Sarah’s lap the blonde spy could no longer resist.



Part of Sarah had been hoping she could fuck Ellie once and get it out of her system, but deep down Sarah knew that was a long shot. The more time she had spent with Ellie the more Sarah had grown to like her in every conceivable way, and now she was literally slamming Ellie’s beautiful butt Sarah knew not even a week would be enough. She had to make Ellie hers. She would make Ellie hers.



By now Ellie’s cries had become completely incoherent, but the other woman was clearly enjoying herself. If her squeals of pleasure didn’t prove that then the fact that she was shamelessly slamming her own butt back against the bowel busting thrusts certainly did.



Believing Ellie was too distracted to be able to hear her, or even understand her, Sarah said softly, “Your ass is mine Ellie.



Until you give your ass to Devon it’s mine. Your ass belongs to me. I own it.”



Sarah had hoped her words would sink into Ellie’s subconscious, make the other woman want to be with her, and if Sarah was honest partly to fuel her own ego. What Sarah wasn’t expecting was for Ellie to then scream out, “YES! OHHHHH YEEEESSSSSSS! OH IT’S YOURS SARAH! MY ASS IS ALL YOURS! MMMMMMMM OH, IT BELONGS TO YOU! MY ASS BELONGS TO YOU! YOU OWN MY ASS! IT’S YOURS!”

As I stated in “Ideal Day One” there are many “ideal” days when one thinks about the various ways one can have sex with his or her partner. Following along on that theme, I give you a third version of what might be “Ideal”.



There is nothing new with my wife getting up before I do in the morning to go to the bathroom with me following to let the dogs out to do their morning rounds as well. What was new is that when she came back to bed she moved to my side of the bed and starting playing with my cock, making me hard instantly.



Once I was breathing hard, she pulled the blankets back, straddled my cock with her wet pussy and was soon sliding back and forth on my shaft. She was soon moving faster and playing with her clit at the same time. Knowing that I cannot take that for very long, she moved forward until she was more over my chest, but kept playing with her clit while I watched. While she rocked faster and faster I reached up to pull on her breasts and squeeze her nipples, adding to her excitement. When she climaxed she squirted all over my chest, a feeling that I love and a view that made my cock as hard as iron.



After calming down she slid back and my cock seemed to find its own way into her pussy. Because she was so wet and I was so excited from watching her, it took no time at all for me to explode in her tight pussy. She slumped forward on me and we cuddled while my cock softened and slide out, making us both laugh.



Before I went to cook us breakfast we both jumped into the shower to clean up.



Dressed for the day with my small plug in place, held there by my favorite pair of thong underwear, I cooked us French toast and bacon for breakfast. During the rest of the morning I kept the butt plug in place, only occasionally taking it out to re-lube it as needed. Lynn wears a thin dress with her favorite bra, I don’t know if she has underwear on or not. After I cook lunch I change to the larger plug in anticipation of a drive in the country. The plug moves with every bump as we go over rough roads, reminding me that it’s there and keeping my cock hard and my mind racing.



After an hour or so we find a place in the woods to park where we will not likely be disturbed and there is plenty of room for the dogs to run and romp while we romp in our own way. This time we do a switch, instead of me playing with her and entering her from behind while she leans over the seat of the pickup she tells me to undress before bending me over the seat and telling me to hand her the dildo and lube from the console. I didn’t even know she had put them there, a pleasant surprise!



I have not had time to play with her at all on the drive up and still have the butt plug in my ass. After pulling the butt plug out of my ass she hands it to me to take care of. While I am wiping off the dildo with the baby wipes we keep in the pickup she pulls up her dress and puts the dildo between her legs. In one move she pushes it in my ass while I’m not paying attention. What a feeling that is, wow! She continues to fuck me with the dildo, slow and fast, then hard, slapping her pussy against my ass harder and faster until I cum on the ground.



When she takes the dildo out of my ass I turn around and take it from her to wipe down and put away. Telling me to lube up the butt plug again, she pushes it back in my ass and I put on my thong to keep it secure. She then sits on the seat and reclines the back before putting her feet on the dash and door frame so I can finger and lick her to orgasm before we get dressed and gather the dogs up for the drive home. Again, the feeling of the dildo in my ass was enhanced with every bump and dip in the road.



Stopping at the take-out pizza place only added to my excitement even though I knew there was no way they could know, I knew about the butt plug in my ass. After dinner we move to the bed where I replace the butt plug with a vibrating version and give Lynn the control. While we cuddle and caress each other she changes the speed of the vibrations. Turning it off always makes me anticipate her turning it back on and despite knowing it will start again, I always jump when it does.



Rubbing against her leg, my cock is rock hard. When she rolls over I play with her pussy for just a little bit before climbing over her and easing my cock into her cunt. The combination of her wetness, the vibrations in my ass and the movement of her ass as she fingers her clit take me over the top. While I’m shooting cum in her, she increases her fingering and climaxes moments after. Turning off the butt plug she has me move beside her so we can cuddle more. Soon any ideas of more sex are lost when we both fall asleep holding each other, my plug still in place in anticipation of sex that will have to wait for morning.

Mike went to pick up the post. It was his day off, while his wife was still at work. 7 or 8 letters — marketing rubbish mainly, along with a brown envelope. But then a white envelope, with his name on. No stamp — someone must have slipped it into his letterbox by hand. Mike felt around the envelope — it felt like there was a CD or something in the envelope.



Mike sat down, took a sip of the coffee he had just made, then ripped open the envelope. Sure enough there was a CD in a plastic envelope. A CD write. Someone had written on it — “For Mike to Watch.”



Mike was puzzled. He took the CD through to his office, put it in his computer, and watched as his DVD player came up on the screen, then watched as the DVD started automatically.



At first Mike couldn’t make out the film — it was filmed rather amateurishly. The film zoomed out , the sound became clearer. Suddenly Mike realised — it was a porn film. He wondered who would send him a porn film. Mike watched further. There was a man having sex with a woman, a woman who appeared to be enjoying it, if the sounds and obscenities coming from her were to be believed. The camera zoomed out even further, for Mike to see there were several other men sitting around, naked, looking like they were waiting for a turn. Mike was becoming aroused, wondering what it would be like to be part of something like this…



Mike watched as the man’s body rose faster and faster, the woman responding, suddenly both crying out together, him clearly pumping his cum into her, her being tipped over the edge to orgasm. The other men sat around were cheering, urging the man — called Rick, Mike understood from the shouting — to get off, so they could carry on.



At last Rick had slumped forward, then rolled off the woman. Mike watched as Rick crawled forward, pointing his cock at the woman’s mouth, ordering the woman to clean him off. She turned her head, smiled as the camera zoomed then eagerly began to lick his cock, as it was clear another of the men was mounting her. It was as she smiled that Mike’s blood froze.



Mike’s blood froze, as he watched his wife Donna smile on the DVD, then begin to lick the stranger’s cock.



Mike wanted at first to turn the video off, but continued to watch, transfixed. He watched for the next hour, as his wife was gang-banged, willingly, having sex with 8 different men — sucking some of them off, taking others in her pussy, doing anal with one, clearly enjoying and relishing what was happening. Once he saw her being fucked and sucking at the same time. By the end of the video he reckoned they had probably all come in her a couple of times, that she had cum about 6 or 7 times…



As the video was coming to an end, he saw her stand up, helped to her feet by a couple of the men, smiling but tired. They helped her get dressed, then there was chatter, something about loving the monthly staff training days, and looking forward to the next one, that this had been the best one yet…



Mike stopped the video, sent it back to the start, then began to watch again. Half out of horror. Half out of fantasy. But his erection had not abated… As he did his mind was racing. Donna, he knew, worked for a company of accountants as receptionist. He knew they had the monthly training days, although Donna had said very little about what happened. He remembered that she would come home saying how exhausting they were, that she could only sleep afterwards. But what to do? He loved his wife. But as he watched he felt jealous of her…



At 39, Mike thought, she was beautiful, stunning, standing slim, nearly 5 foot 8 inches, looking as good as she ever did with her shoulder length dark hair. They had been married early — truth be told Donna was 18 and pregnant when they were married — he hadn’t taken precautions when he took her virginity — and had been in love ever since. Mike had thought neither of them had strayed, and had seemed to be hoping for more time together now their son and daughter were both away at college. And then this. Donna had been working at the company for 6 years — how long had the gang-bangs been going on for? How did they start? Who had video’d it? Who had given him the DVD? Worse — what should he do now?



Mike watched the video twice more through the day as he tried to make sense of it, tried to work out what he should do. Watched with mixed churning feelings. Perhaps it was blackmail. Or rape. Mike wasn’t stupid — he knew the woman — his wife — was enjoying it, was taking part whole-heartedly in what was happening. Yes, he and Donna had a good sex life, but Mike never thought of his wife as a slut, the sort of person who would stray, let alone get involved in a gang-bang. He was sure she had never strayed in the time they were married. He knew for sure he had never strayed. They had seemed to adore each other, be made for each other, but there on the video was the evidence…



Mike missed lunch, he was so caught up in what he had seen, in what he should do next.



That evening Donna arrived home from work as normal, unaware of what had happened. They had eaten, and it was later that Mike said to Donna there was something he needed to talk about. They settled with their coffees in the lounge. “What is it you want to say?” Donna asked sympathetically.



Mike responded in a tentative way. “What would you say if I told you I had a lover, or had sex with someone else?”



Donna leapt at his words, immediately assuming the worse. “You’ve had it off with another woman? How dare you? We’re married, you’ve defiled our marriage, you’ve got to leave. How dare you? Who was the slut? What whore have you been shagging?”



Donna’s tirade would have gone one for minutes, if Mike had not barked for her to be quiet. Donna was stunned, Mike was never this assertive. She found herself listening to him. He said “I thought you would say that. So what do you make of this?” He pushed the buttons on the remote control. The television came on. The DVD started to play. For moments Donna watched the screen, not realising what she was watching. Then as she watched she knew it was some sort of porno film. She turned to Mike: “Turn it off, you know I don’t like this sort of stuff.”



Mike raised his hand, allowed the video to continue. Suddenly Donna gasped. She recognised Rick’s name. And his face — her boss. Then as her own face appeared, she screamed “NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…”, leaping to her feet. She scrabbled for the remote control, trying to turn the telly off, but Mike grabbed her, pulled her back onto her seat, and ordered her to watch. Donna was soon sobbing, watching herself enjoying, relishing the “Monthly Staff Training Day.”



After watching for 15 minutes, watching herself being fucked by three men, sucking cocks, Mike turned the video off. Donna had run out of tears and was curled in a ball gently sobbing into her arms.



Donna uncurled herself when she realised the video had stopped. Mike waited until she was ready to hear.



At last he spoke. “Donna, What happened?”



Donna sobbed. “I’m sorry, Mike, I’m really sorry.”



Mike stopped her. “I don’t want your apologies. I want to know what happened. What happened? You had better be honest, you had better answer quick.”



“Mike, I didn’t know anyone was videoing it…”



“So what you were doing was okay as long as no-one videoed it?” Mike spoke to her sharply. “How did it start? How long has it been going on? Are you in trouble?”



There was a long pause before Donna began to stutter. “Mike, it’s been going on about 9 months. It’s what we do every month. At staff training day.”



“So how did it start?”



“Mike, I’m so sorry. You know I work for all men. They joke, they flirt, but nothing had ever happened. Then we had a day when the trainer didn’t arrive. We started chatting. The conversation got more and more crude amongst the men. Then one of the men said: I don’t know how women think. Never know what they want. So someone else said — let’s ask Donna. I didn’t realise how personal the questions would get when I said they could. They started asking me all sorts of things. If I’d done it with another woman. Did I suck cock? How I liked a man to kiss my clit? What did I like a man to do when he put his finger in my pussy? Did I enjoy playing with a vibrator? Lots of things…”



Mike was angry. “But you told me I was the only man you have made love to. So what did you tell them? That I was a terrible lover? All those people now know how I make love. They all know what you won’t let me do, but you let them do? So I stay loyal while you fuck them all and do whatever they want, and everyone you work with knows how I fuck you, all know how bad I am at it. What you won’t let me do? I bet I am the laughing stock in your office.”



“Mike, I didn’t put it together. Not thought of it like that. I struggled to answer, but they kept asking — for a couple of hours they asked. Mike — I found it exciting. All these men asking me questions about sex. I was wearing jeans that time. Suddenly one of them said — look she’s got a damp patch between her legs. Her pussy is all wet. She’s hot for it… I tried to hide myself, but they had seen. Suddenly they were around me. Their hands all over me. My breasts, legs. I couldn’t even remember losing my clothes. Mike, I have to be honest — I wanted it. I so wanted it. Mike — it just went from there — one was in me, there was another at my mouth. I just took them all in. They all took it in turns, and I wanted them to. For two hours they took me.



“Mike — it was so good. When someone suggested we ought to do this every training day I just agreed. I didn’t even think of you — it was separate, different. I love you, I’m fulfilled by you trying to please me. This was just raw lust, and it was so good knowing I could take on the men and exhaust them. And get satisfied. We never do it any other time, just those days.”



There was a long long pause. Mike was crying, Mike was angry. “But surely those men are married? Have wives? Are professionals? You did anal — you never let me do that. You sucked their cocks clean — you never did that to me. You don’t even like sucking my cock. You never swallow. I bet their wives never do that for them. You say you want to fulfil me, yet never let me do those things. When I mention straying, or introducing someone else to our bed, you scream at me. All those times I walk into your office, pick you up, office parties, I bet they are killing themselves laughing. What’s my nickname — clueless Mike? Stupid sap? Mike the cuck? There’s the man, they say, who thinks we all like him, and we are gang-banging his wife behind his back. And I can see the smirk, as they think — and she wants it. The sap who can’t satisfy his wife. Is that it? Is that what they say?” Mike was shouting, stood on his feet. There was a long pause before Mike slumped back on his chair.



Suddenly Donna spoke into Mike’s silence. “Mike, you could have Anal, and oral, and anything you wanted but you never took it.” Donna paused. “Mike, the only reason you didn’t get any of those is that you are too much of a wimp, too much of sissy, too much of a sub to get any. I let those men do it because they are real men. Real men who took me as a real man should.”



Mike was stunned — what was Donna saying. He had always tried to be kind to her, do what she wanted, make her happy…



Donna was suddenly in control. “You were such a wuss — you thought you were giving me everything I wanted, and all you were being was a doormat. You never gave me what I really wanted! Some domination. That is what they gave me, and I loved submitting to them.”



“But Donna…” Mike was stuttering. “I’ve tried to give you everything. I’ve adored you…”



“Everything?” Mike could hear the smirk in her voice. “You couldn’t even give me a load in my mouth, or up my ass.”



Mike was shocked at the crudity of what his wife had said, but she wasn’t stopping, she was turning his world upside down. “Do you know why we put the video in the letter box this morning?”



“You put it there…?”



“We put it there so you could see what a wimp you are. And everyone at the office knows you are a wimp, because I’ve told them. And no — your nickname isn’t Clueless Mike, it’s missus Mike. But they decided. They decided they would like a sissy to fuck at the next training day, and you are going to be it. That’s why we put the video there.”



Mike sat, his mouth moving but making no sound.



“So on Wednesday — tomorrow – at the next training day you are going to be there, and as well as fucking me they are going to be fucking you.”



Mike’s mouth had given up the attempt to say anything.



The next morning Mike was horrified, surprised, to find himself driving Donna into the grounds of a country hotel. After Donna had made it clear, they have sort of drifted off to bed. Donna had dropped off to sleep instantly, Mike had tossed and turned, and he couldn’t admit — he was excited, although his cock gave him away. He wasn’t gay, he kept telling himself. Just a bit submissive.



Mike parked the car, and walked with Donna to the hotel reception, then to the room they had been allocated, his mouth dry with fear and anticipation. As they entered their suite, a tall guy — Rick, whom he knew from office parties and the video, came over to greet them, shaking hands with Mike, kissing Donna on the cheek. Mike was so nervous he couldn’t even speak. Mike guessed that they were the last to arrive, as they were given cups of coffee, perhaps ten other men milling around and chatting.



Rick chatted to Donna and Mike as they drank their coffee, then turned to Mike. “Better get ready, mate. I’m going to be first. Clothes off, hands and knees…” as he lightly said it he clapped his hands to get the attention of the other men in the room. Rick spoke to them. “Lads, Mike is here. I’m going to have his ass first, then anyone else who wants him in any way — well, you’ll all get your chance with him, and with Donna…”



Mike stood, unable to move. Donna hissed at him. “Get your clothes off. Hurry up.”



Mike was like a zombie, but did what he was told. He slowly undid his tie, his shirt, removed his trousers, his eyes firmly fixed on the floor. He removed his underpants, hiding himself with his hands in his embarrassment. He had only ever been naked in front of his Doctor and Donna.



As he stood nervously, Rick came over to him, put his arm around Mike’s shoulder and led him to the centre of the room. Rick quickly removed his shirt and trousers and boxers, then stood naked hiding nothing, his cock 7 inches, standing erect. Mike couldn’t help gulping when he saw the size. Rick spoke firmly to him. “Hands and knees!” Mike fell to his knees and was pushed forward onto all fours. He felt a finger playing with him for a moment, pushing some sort of gel around his asshole. Mike tensed — no-one had ever touched him there before. He daren’t admit to himself it felt good…



Then the man was kneeling behind him. He felt the cock pushing to his asshole. Mike screamed out loud as he felt the cock pushed hard and deep into his ass. He had never felt anything as bad, but he felt Rick holding on to him, letting him get used to it.



Slowly Mike felt things changing — the pain was going away, and the psychology was so good — he found it so hot to be owned and taken, and yes, his cock felt harder than it had ever been before. He felt — for the first time ever, a man reaching around and gripping his cock, squeezing it, playing with it.



Then the moment — he felt Rick pull his cock out, push it back in — he was being fucked. By a man. Watched by 7 or 8 others who were going to fuck him as well. Watched by his wife who had set him up.



As Mike concentrated on the cock in his ass, he was suddenly surprised by a hand wrapped in his hair, pulling his head up. At first he was confused, but opened his eyes, noted a man kneeling in front of him, pushing his cock towards Mike’s mouth. Mike opened his mouth, the cock was in his mouth. He was sucking…



Mike felt the two men getting faster and faster, Rick sliding his cock in and out of Mike’s ass, the other guy sliding his cock in and out of his mouth. Suddenly the guy fucking his mouth gripped Mike’s head, and Mike felt, or was it tasted his cum spurting into his mouth. Mike hadn’t thought of this as he was enjoying the two men owning him. He tried to pull away, but his head was held firm. He had to swallow. It was strange, but he did it. It tasted… it tasted okay. Suddenly he heard Rick grunt, thrust hard into him, and he knew Rick was spurting his cum into his ass, into his guts. His ass was sore, but squeezing, milking the cock in him.



After a few moments or several seconds, or three hours — Mike didn’t know — he felt cocks pushed into him, cocks pulled out of him. He felt his ass taken and his mouth taken. Twice he had to suck softer cocks, sticky with cum and juice, and knew he was sucking the cocks of men who had just fucked his wife. At last he just toppled onto his side, exhausted. Rick whispered. “We’ll give you a rest, then someone else is going to take you…



Mike and Donna arrived home later afternoon. Both were tired. Both were sore — particularly Mike, who found sitting down painful. In the end he had had 7 cocks in his ass. He had sucked off three. His wife had been fucked, and tied to some sort of machine which had her screaming for more. He had been wanked off, or been made to wank, three times. Mike felt strange. Used, abused. Betrayed by his wife to these men. Yet both were fulfilled. They had held hands, they had cuddled long and hard when they arrived home. They had sat together most of the evening, they had showered together. It had been hard, but he knew that after a month he would gladly submit again…

Jennifer stepped through a wooden doorway, leaving behind the bright sunlight of a weekday lunchtime and entering the closed, almost conspiratorial atmosphere of a typical suburban joint. She stood motionless for a moment, disoriented by the sudden change of her surroundings. It was almost like stepping through a secret door into another world.



The thought occurred to her that she was experiencing the opposite of blinking in sudden sunlight. An old cliché sprang to her mind, the wife secretly coming to check up on the husband’s lunchtime assignation, concerned he was with some scarlet woman. He’d arranged to meet her here, but her imagined watchers wouldn’t know that. Jennifer decided that the quickest way to stop these half-remembered, low-rent plot-lines from hampering her behavior was to simply find her husband; and so she headed forward randomly.



Quickly acclimatizing, Jennifer heard the familiar sound of her husband’s laugh and turned to find him watching TV with some other guys at the bar. She mischievously traced her red painted fingernails lightly down the back of his denim shirt, moving to the side so that he immediately caught her face as he turned around. He grinned: exactly his wife’s usual style of announcing her presence to him.



“Not often we get to hook up in a bar these days, eh babe?” he muttered to her, looping his arm around her curvy waist and casting a rather obvious look down at her assets. Jennifer was dressed fairly conservatively, given that she had business to attend to; but the weather was hot, and he was rewarded with the first glimpse of her full cleavage in several hours. “Nice. What’s for dinner?”



Jennifer laughed, never growing tired of her handsome husband’s style of compliments. His shirt was almost as revealing as her tank top, and she slipped a hand onto his chest, humming gently. “You. No, me. Whatever!” They laughed together and Jennifer thought they would retire to a table to order; but Adam surprised her by first telling her the food order was placed, and then immediately leading her over to a group of men by the pool tables.



“Ben, this is my wife Jen,” he introduced a little casually, then started to correct himself.



“Jennifer,” the light-bearded man corrected without missing a beat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am, we’ve been hearing about you.” She supposed that her look of mild consternation must have been marked, as three or four of the men chuckled. It was friendly laughter however, and she felt included. “I mean to say, Adam has been telling us about your shared interests… and before you get the wrong idea again…” one of his friends chuckled filthily: “I’m talking about the bike thing.”



Jennifer knew something like this had been coming, of course; Ben was too casual to be winding her up. “Oh, yes!” she actually clapped her hands. “I’m getting really into it now, and Adam has been a really great teacher.”



Ben was tall and well-built, with a light stubble and a fairly calloused face. Jennifer’s instinctive reaction was to back off: something about him felt a little threatening. But his body language and his friendly smile told an entirely different story. He flashed that smile at her husband now. “I always figured he would be, so when he mentioned you were planning to get your own bike, I knew he’d have you up to speed quickly.”



Jennifer launched into an enthusiastic history of her interest in motorbikes and engines, referring to her tomboy streak when she was younger, and her first proper encounters with engines. For some reason she wanted these men to see her as an enthusiast in her own right; she supposed because she felt challenged by the situation. She didn’t know what this was all about, but she was happy to talk about herself, and she was genuinely enthusiastic on the subject. She concluded her personal history. “And then this year I spent a whole day riding out with Adam and some friends, though we didn’t stay overnight.”



“Aw, you gotta do an overnight trip, especially in the summer. You can get to some great places from here.” Some of Ben’s friends chimed in, and she found herself in the middle of a discussion about the best way to spend a summer biking excursion.



It was a few moments later when their food arrived, and the couple withdrew to the service area. “Maybe we can join you sometime! Anyway it was great getting to know you!” Jennifer withdrew, followed by several pairs of eyes.



Once they were seated, Adam confided in his wife. “That was a good thing to say. You remember the bunch of guys I rode out with for that afternoon, back in May?”



“I assumed you were having an affair,” Jennifer winked.



“Well I did use that as an excuse. But hey… turns out it was that lot over there, not the blonde heiress I was telling you about.”



Jennifer giggled. She knew she could totally trust Adam, and so the idea of some skinny society rat bag turning his head made her chuckle. “Ben and his boys.”



“Right. After we’ve eaten, I’ll join them for a game of pool. It’s worth a shot… you know we’ve got that weekend to ourselves coming right up?” Their daughter would be staying with friends, leaving the couple alone. “Well it falls right on that Saturday. They don’t seem that keen on having girls along, but I’ll try.”



“I wish you’d told me, I wouldn’t have put so many clothes on this morning! Adam, that is a great idea!” Jennifer beamed over her burger. “That’s why I married you… I love a man with initiative.”



“Just doin’ my best for you, babe.”



***



Jennifer spent the rest of the afternoon trying to concentrate on her work, but always returning in her mind to the thought of a full day out riding with her husband and the guys from the bar. The thought of her being one biker among many somehow made the prospect more exciting, and less daunting. She knew she felt confident enough to take the next step to this kind of ride, and just hoped that Adam would have persuaded Ben to see her interest in such a light.



She wasn’t even disturbed when Adam failed to return home, taking his absence as a sign that things had been going well at the bar. She didn’t dare to call him, for fear that she would come across as a nagging or dependent wife – just the sort of image she needed to avoid in the eyes of a bunch of testosterone-fuelled guys. By the time Adam finally rolled in toward the end of the evening, she was bursting for news.



“Well?” she quizzed him immediately, a hopeful smile lighting up her face. “Good news for Jen?”



Adam caressed her face a little clumsily before kissing her upturned lips. He had clearly been drinking and Jennifer quickly realized that he had been in the bar the whole time. “You’re so hot,” he told her, sliding a hand down her figure.



Jennifer giggled. “Come ON!” she urged. “You’ve got to tell me! Did you manage to…”



“I’m getting to that honey! You shouldn’t interrupt your man.” Jennifer knew he was playing with her, and decided to play along. She waited for him to continue. “Yeah, you’re hot, and those guys back at the bar…” – he gestured with his thumb and stifled a hiccough – “they think so too. So I bargained you into the ride!”



Jennifer bounced excitedly, but had to ask: “What…. deal, Adam?”



Adam let out a dirty belly-laugh at her concern. “Nothing too bad, babe! Don’t worry.” He steadied himself for the explanation, then held up two fingers to illustrate. “Two things,” he told her. “First, they don’t have passengers along, so you actually have to ride the bike… up-front… and of course I told them we’re sharing, so we’ll be doing half a ride each, and that’s cool with them. But that’s the deal – you do have to drive!”



Jennifer clapped her hands with glee. “Well, that’s what I wanted!”



Adam put one finger down. “And second, well, when they take girls along they like them to be…. Oh, hot girls, like you are, yeah? They just like a bit of eye-candy.”



“Eye-candy?” Jennifer giggled.



“You know… it’s just a matter of giving them…” He glanced down at his wife’s ample chest: “Something to look at.”



Jennifer giggled again, and ran a hand through her brunette locks. “They really liked me?” She twirled a strand of hair flirtatiously across her face.



“Uh-huh.”



“So… I just need to show myself off a bit? And I get to ride with you and the guys?” she winked at him, then traced a hand across her husband’s chest. With the alcohol inside him, he was easily distracted.



“Yeah…” Adam grinned, enjoying her tracing her fingers down his body.



“Well honey,” she lilted in her sexy southern accent. “I think I can manage that darling. You have done so well!” Jennifer reached the growing bulge in her husband’s jeans.



“Yeah? You’re happy with that?” he asked.



“Baby, I’ll show you just how happy I am!” Jennifer traced her fingers across the outline of Adam’s erection and expertly unfastened his belt before sinking to her knees on the kitchen floor. As she tugged his jeans open, she glanced mischievously up at him. “I’ll show myself off all right. But you’re the one who gets the real perks, baby.” She freed him from the jeans before kissing him again from where she was kneeling. Judging from Adam’s excitement, this wouldn’t take long.



***



On the morning of the ride, Jennifer woke feeling buoyant. Parting from their daughter, even for a short period, was always difficult; but after the goodbyes and the promises to be good, she began to focus her attention on the excitement of the day ahead.



Jennifer’s thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Adam earlier in the week. The idea that she would be driving the bike herself for at least half the distance filled her with girlish enthusiasm. Her husband would just be her passenger, and she’d get to show this bunch of guys that she was as good a rider as any man. “Awesome!” she chuckled to herself melodically, picturing herself as the only biker chick in a group of men, riding with the wind in her hair.



The mental picture turned her thoughts to the other “condition” which Ben had set for her inclusion on the ride. No passenger chicks, he’d said, riders only… and she’d have to be accept her role as the eye candy for the men. Jennifer threw herself onto the bed and stretched out as she contemplated that thought. So Adam would get to show off his sexy wife, and she’d have to put up with being constantly checked out. Some of those men were actually quite handsome, and what girl didn’t like being eyed up when she was feeling good? Well, she sighed to herself with an ironic grin, I suppose I can force myself…



Jennifer knew she had over an hour till Adam got back, so she took a luxurious shower and contemplated her clothes while her hair quickly in the day’s rising temperature. She hoped that she and Adam would have some privacy at the end of the day, because riding often left her feeling aroused. How could a woman not be affected by the power of a big engine between her thighs? Jennifer settled on a pair of sheer black panties, shiny and sexy yet plenty comfortable for the ride. Nobody would see these until Adam undressed her at the end of the day. She was sure that if they were left alone, she could coax him to use the remainder of his energy up on her!



Being endowed with mouthwatering 38D breasts, Jennifer had a good selection of hold-up bras to choose from; it took her only a moment to choose her most overtly sexy. Black to match her panties, and flattering and revealing; she hooked the straps over her shoulders and checked out her cleavage in the mirror. Her tanned breasts were held up like a ripe offering by the thin, sensual material: she knew right away that this was a winning look for the day. Tracing her hand down the front of her bra she checked for comfort, feeling her fingertip brush her own nipple. A delicious spasm of excitement flowed from her breast, right down her curvy figure. She may be planning to spend the day in a testosterone-filled environment, but she felt all woman today!



Checking her classic lingerie in the mirror, Jennifer was pretty happy with how she looked. Her tanned body was well-defined after all the work she’d been putting in at the gym; yet her tanned skin retained its soft appearance. Curvy in the right places, she grinned to herself. As usual, she frowned at the freckles which smattered her tanned shoulders, upper arms and breasts. Like many women, she saw this as a weakness; no matter how Adam praised their cuteness. She’d never fully understand mens’ professed liking for such blemishes, she mused; but seeing that it often turned her husband on to examine them, she concluded that they might not be all bad.



Such self-contemplation naturally led to further preparations. Jennifer knew that this was no kind of day for modest make-up, and she reveled in her intention of a heavy making-up session.



Bikers were suckers for eye makeup, she knew this from experience; so Jennifer spent a while carefully applying black liner, a hint of mascara, and grey eye shadow. The effect on her face pleased her: pretty obvious, but sexy, she decided. Finishing off with her favorite pink blusher high on her cheeks and a light red lipstick, she playfully pouted in the mirror. Jennifer was naturally pretty, but like any young woman had learned to make the most of herself. She looked smoking hot sitting there in her sheer black panties and thin push-up bra, wearing full make-up and lipstick, her lightly damp, unkempt dark brunette hair tumbling down to her freckled shoulders. She was pleased with the result, and giggled girlishly to herself: they wouldn’t see her in this state of undress, but somehow she just knew she was going to pass the “biker” test.



Finally she turned to the question of clothing. Practicality dictated that she wear jeans, of course, and Jennifer chose the tightest pair she owned; if she hadn’t been working out regularly, she reckoned it wouldn’t have been possible to squeeze herself into the skin-tight blue denim. But today they were a perfect fit, showing off her firm ass deliciously. A smile lit up her eager young face as she looked over her shoulder to check herself out in the mirror. It was a day when everything just seemed to be working for her.



Almost without thinking, Jennifer threw on a favorite tank top. The grey, familiar material was comfortable and it fit snug around her breasts, covering most of her cleavage. She looked and felt great, but she was supposed to be eye candy – she needed to think more out of the comfort zone. What was the point in wearing a sexy bra if it didn’t show her off? Searching through her drawers, Jennifer found a light black top which she didn’t recall owning. Pulling on the new tank top, she remembered why: the front of the thin-strapped top was daringly low-cut, far more revealing than she normally wore. There weren’t many occasions where it was appropriate. The slinky fabric stretched around her breasts lightly, but hardly concealed more than her bra was already covering anyway.



Feeling barely half-dressed, Jennifer stared critically at her reflection. Was this the sort of thing Adam had in mind? Her breasts did look impressively full and soft with so much of them on show. Jennifer realized that the full effect of her tight top and jeans was like glamming herself up for a night on the town, or appearing in some dumb rock video. Yeah, she did look good – though maybe a little available. Well, she was eye-candy for bikers, that was for sure. That’s what her husband had instructed, and he was going to be right there with her… Then, right on cue as she considered his opinion, she heard Adam’s car pull into the driveway. Jennifer quickly set about arranging her hair as the car engine shut off.



Jennifer heard her husband coming through the house, and a thrill of wicked excitement gripped her as he reached the bedroom. “Babe, you just gotta be in here,” he said matter-of-factly just before she saw him enter the room casually and stop dead in his tracks. Jennifer enjoyed seeing her husband’s eyes widen when he saw her. “Oh. Wow.”



Jennifer giggled at the suddenly boyish expression on her husband’s face. “What do you think, Adam? I need to be the eye candy, you said,” she chirped. “Is this the sort of thing you had in mind?”



For an answer, Adam approached her and slipped his arm behind her, feeling her through the taut denim, instinctively cupping his hand gently around her ass. “You look so hot,” he muttered, pressing his lips against Jennifer’s eager soft mouth.



Jennifer kissed him lovingly, and let out a little squeal of delight at his tongue’s eagerness to explore her mouth. “I guess that means yes!” she fluttered her dark eyelashes, delighted by Adam’s display of attraction. She knew he was impressed: Jennifer always knew when her husband’s cock had begun to stiffen, and it did so even before his other hand started to caress her exposed breasts.



The couple enjoyed a moment of passion and for a minute, Jennifer thought that the sexy outfit might be coming right off her again. But as she felt his hard cock through his jeans, she happened to glimpse the clock through the corner of her eye, causing her to halt. “Honey, we’ve got to go soon,” she breathed in her melodic southern accent. “You don’t want to be late, they’ll assume it was your wife that made you late, and I don’t wanna get the blame…”



They laughed together. Adam replied of course, that nobody would blame him; but he knew how much his wife wanted to enjoy this weekend, and so didn’t press his ardor. “Later then, babe,” he muttered, heading to the bathroom to compose himself. “Damn, you sure do look beautiful. I’ll get you on your own tonight.”



“You hope!” Jennifer laughed, knowing now that at the least she was going to have fun teasing her husband.



***



It was only a few blocks out to the outdoor parking lot where they had arranged to meet, and Jennifer was just getting used to being on the bike again when they pulled in. They weren’t even the last to arrive, as she had feared, but there was still a contingent of eight or nine men there to see the couple pull up.



They were greeted with whoops and hand-slaps as they circled to find a good place to pull up the bike. Heads were turned, more towards Jennifer than the bike or its owner. Her jeans were stretched tight around her strong, round thighs as she was slanted forward in her riding position, and even clung to the tops of her calves. There the view of leg ended, for she had worn a pair of wide black boots over her jeans, and these stretched right up to her calves. The heels of the boots stretched out behind her from where her feet perched on the bike, drawing glances from the men. A glimpse of cleavage was all that was offered, all but hidden behind her husband as she the bike came to a halt.



“Nice machine,” one guy chimed out approvingly as Adam cut the engine.



“Nice lady too,” another shot in immediately. Everyone laughed in jovial spirit, nobody more loudly than Jennifer.



“I was going to say that,” retorted the first biker, to further amusement.



“Well, thank you all, I’m sure,” Jennifer responded graciously, her sexy voice winning favor all round. She swung her legs from the seat and climbed down from the bike. She had tied her hair back to ride and released it now, noticing the way the men’s’ eyes were drawn to her. She knew she was going to get plenty of attention today, but this moment felt a little awkward: what was she supposed to do now that every man there was gawping at her? She had seen a couple of them unashamedly looking her up and down; some were brazenly staring at her chest, now that she was no longer sheltered behind Adam. She took a deep breath, and felt the low cut of her tank top tighten around her bulging cleavage. For a moment, Jennifer felt like she was just a piece of meat on display for them. She shook her hair loose, drawing yet more approval, when Adam cut into the moment by climbing from the saddle and doing his best to distract them.

“Jerry, I know you, how’s it goin’… hey Steve, you met Jennifer my wife before, yeah?… But you three guys…” he motioned to a small group who were regarding the new arrivals coolly with mischief in their eyes, “I don’t like the look of you at all. Oh boy, no.” There was more good-natured laughter and an implicit intention to take it slow on the new arrivals. Adam ushered his wife toward Dave, a mustached man she had met at the bar, providing her with a foothold in to the group.



As they shared some Coke, Jennifer felt herself relax: it had been a nervous moment, strutting across the asphalt among those unfamiliar, somewhat burly bikers in her boot-heels and skin-tight jeans. She had worn a light leather jacket which partly covered her for now, but she was already feeling the heat of male attention. When she turned to say something to Adam, she noticed a guy with a short black beard, who had yet to speak to her, simply staring at her backside. She knew, from the care she had taken preparing herself, that he would be able to clearly see the shape of her firm, round buttocks through those jeans. Well, she thought to herself, it’s started – this is the price of riding out with the guys today! Jennifer couldn’t help feeling flattered, and a little thrill of excitement ran through her as she realized she would be getting a whole day of this kind of treatment.



Dave made sure that Jennifer met a couple of guys, while Adam stayed close by, giving her room to be herself. Jennifer appreciated that, and enjoyed the meetings; she was full of energy after her quick tussle with her husband and a short ride, and she was genuinely excited about the day ahead. Plus, it was impossible not to be flattered.



Andy, an older guy with flecks of grey in his hair, tried hard to look her in the eye but his gaze kept getting drawn downward. He looked as if he hadn’t seen a 30-year-old woman’s breasts in years. Jeff, the black beard guy, was about her age, but kind of quiet, yet in a slightly unnerving way. He was kind of sleazy, she decided as he stared into her face during a pause in the chat. Alex, on the other hand, was a painfully shy 20-year-old with a fresh face who blushed when she talked to him and kept looking away. Jennifer giggled – so this was what it meant to be the sole eye candy! She glanced down at her cleavage and pulled her leather around herself a little – perhaps she should keep it in reserve, in case she wanted something.



Just then a group of three bikes roared around a corner and into the parking lot. “Full house!” shouted Dave, and Jennifer recognized Ben from the night before. He threw her a mock-salute as he passed, and he and his two buddies dismounted. Like some of the men, he was a light black leather jacket; his friends were both in dirty leather vests. Nobody was wearing anything heavier, due to the humidity of the late summer.



“Guys…” Ben disappeared into the throng. It was obvious to Jennifer, as obvious as it had been before in the bar, that Ben was the unspoken leader of the group. That was fine, she thought, she knew him and he’d invited her along.



No sooner had she thought this than he approached her. “And the lovely Jennifer,” he grinned confidently, stretching out her hand to take hers. She offered it, and he grasped hold of her and kissed it. Then, her forearm; her shoulder, and cheek, in a comical fashion. Jennifer giggled loudly, realizing what he was doing: making light of her position. It cut through any remaining nervousness for her, and the two laughed together. “Hope they’re treating you well, doll. You are looking fine.” He winked at her and turned away.



“Nice,” Dave confided in her. “That means he’s glad you’re along for the ride.”



Jennifer nodded eagerly and patted Adam’s backside, as he returned to her side. She felt good, and even feeling Jeff’s eyes on her again failed to dent her buoyant mood. Let him stare, she thought to herself, that’s what I’m here for and I’m going to have fun!



After a few minutes, Ben clapped his hands and a near silence fell. “OK gentlemen… and, of course, lady…” Ben mock-bowed toward Jennifer, drawing another giggle from her.



“Y’all are so sweet,” she responded.



“Why yes, we are, Jennifer. Anyhow folks, you know we’re headed for my friend Jack’s place tonight…”



“Jack Daniels.” That was Jeff, muttering almost to himself. A few labored laughs was all it drew.



“… He’s got room for us all, with the tents we brought, and you’re gonna love the lake. Now, you might not have room for your fishing gear…”



“Jennifer’s got MY rod!” Andy’s quip drew laughter from all around, and Jennifer wiggled her hips in acknowledgment of the better joke.



“Already, Andy? Anyway, but what we do have is whisky, green, some cards, good music, and good riding country. Sound good?” There were cheers. “Plus…” He leaned toward Jennifer, and she sensed another quip coming as all eyes drew toward her. He whispered: “If you’re real good I’ll show ya my scars from that shark I killed.”



Jennifer laughed again. “Appendix scar!” someone shouted.



“Who said that?” Ben grinned, and kicked his bike into action. He twisted the throttle, making it growl furiously, then led the procession out of the lot – at a comically steady pace. “Oh, why, I’ll get you…” his voice trailed out of range, running the gamut of cartoon characters.



“He’s funny!” Jennifer laughed to Adam as she climbed onto his bike. “Dunno why you were worried.”



She got comfortable behind her husband again, tying her hair at the first lights before the bikes left town. A cop car slowed to regard them, but these were known to be pretty enthusiastic, harmless bikers and the police knew that if they gave them a berth, there would be no trouble. Live and let live: these were just guys out to have some fairly harmless fun. Things got a bit rough from time to time but there was much more to worry about.



As they hit the open road, the group thinned out a little into groups of riders enjoying the space on the road. Adam rode toward the back of the group at first, but there always seemed to be someone slower. That was fine, because the last thing Jennifer wanted was to be the chick who was always last. “Come on!” she pushed her husband’s side and whispered into his ear as the road straightened out. “Let’s have a bit of speed!”



Jennifer clung on to Adam as they raced forward. She loved feeling the power of the bike, the exhilaration of the rushing air, and the vibrations hitting her right between the legs. Jennifer’s boots held a strong grip on the bike, but still her thighs juddered wildly as they rode quickly over a rough patch of road. She squealed gently to herself, and clung tightly to her husband. She had not forgotten how Adam had gone for her back in the bedroom, and she enjoyed wrapping her arms around him. No doubt he was feeling pretty pleased with himself, after seeing how the guys had reacted to his wife; and she couldn’t blame him.



Jennifer leaned back a little, and a whoosh of air whipped inside her jacket, cooling her exposed cleavage. A blissful smile spread across her beautiful face as she felt it quickly billow down her tank top, cooling her from breast to belly. God, that felt nice. She winked at Dave, whose eyes she met as she glanced to her right. Even now, there seemed to be eyes on her all around! Well, let them stare, she thought to herself. She was having fun with Adam now. She planted a kiss on the back of his neck, and sensed him respond with approval.



Coming to an incline, Adam changed down as the engine labored slightly, so that the revs increased. Jennifer felt the increased vibrations travel up through the seat, juddering through her thighs and buttocks. Never having ridden in such tight jeans before, the sensation caught her by surprise. She could really feel her ass start to judder with the engine! She gasped, giggling at how it felt, and thinking that it probably looked pretty raunchy. She glancing behind to see who was there. Sure enough, a row of three bikes were right behind.



She might have known it. Those guys! But Jennifer was too excited by enjoying the country road with her husband to think about that now. She punched the air with one hand, and let out a wild “Whoooo!!!” Take that, guys, she thought to herself. Adam grinned, not knowing quite how closely his wife was being ogled from behind. Jennifer pushed herself up a little with her strong legs, lifting her ass off the seat for a moment, and wiggled it for the pursuing bikers to see. Her wide hips swayed, jiggling her big, firm ass purposefully through the tight jeans. “How you like that?” she called back. Thumbs were raised.



As Jennifer relaxed back down on the seat, she glanced back again. Who the hell was she showing off her butt to, anyway? One guy who’d been in that little group when she first arrived. Hah, she’d guessed as much – those guys’ eyes had been all over her! Then she recognized Ben, who had a big grin on his face. How the hell had he got back there? Jennifer blushed: somehow that made it more personal, being checked out by someone the guy who’d invited her along. But oh well. And…. oh, yes of course, Jeff, the sleazy black beard guy. Well, she didn’t care. If the price of this fun ride was having a pervert check out her ass, it was more than worth paying! It didn’t do any harm anyway; and right now, she even enjoyed the feeling.



Further down the road, Adam began overtaking a few of the other riders. Nobody seemed to be making a huge effort to pass them again, and soon Adam’s bike was near the front of the ride. When they hit the front of the line, Jennifer thought she’d better clue her husband in. She leaned forward to call into his ear. “You realize everybody is checking out my ass?” she called.



Adam laughed. “I wondered why they were going so slow!” he eased up on the throttle a little. “Well baby, I did warn you. And like I told you back at home…” he paused, reminded of their encounter in the bedroom and how he had longed to go further with her at the time… “You look totally beautiful, so I’m not surprised. Baby, are you still OK with this? They’re being pretty obvious.”



“Hell yeah!” she answered without a pause. Jennifer thoroughly loving the ride, and had no intention of letting up. It was especially enjoyable, too, knowing that she was the source of all the sexual interest on the trip; with all those men, including her husband, lusting over her, she felt totally alive. “It’s just boys being boys! Baby, I’m totally loving the ride, and I feel all woman… your woman!” she squeezed her arms around him and slipped a hand down briefly to Adam’s crotch. “And I can’t wait until tonight.”



“Me neither,” Adam admitted, stiffening a little while trying to keep his attention on the road. “I hope we get some time to ourselves, you know what I mean?” He was answered by a feminine hum and a kiss on the back of his neck.



Other bikes started to pass them again and the whole bunch of them rode for perhaps another hour. Adam and Jennifer moved backward and forward through the line of riders serendipitously, enjoying the scenery and the freedom of the road. The attention paid to Jennifer was not a constant obsession, but it was ever-present; with around a dozen riders in the group there was always at least one or two nearby, and Jennifer with her jeans and boots stretched tightly around her strong legs was a sight from which none of the men could easily overlook.



After a long curve in the road, Adam saw a little diner by the side of the road and noted that there a whole bunch of bikes parked in the wasteland just to the side. A little trail led fed the parking lot from the road, and as he neared he realized that this was where the group was going to break. In fact, he could see some of them in the lot already, finally noticing that Ben was waving him over.



As Adam pulled off the road into the little space, some of the men whooped and clapped. Adam circled the cluster of men and bikes, and one of Ben’s friends let out a wolf-whistle. Both husband and wife laughed at this, and a big smile spread across Jennifer’s face. “Blow them a kiss, Jen,” she heard her husband say; but she hardly needed encouragement.



As they neared the group, she pouted her red lips in their direction, motioning with her hand. A couple of men cheered, and one wolf-whistled loudly; Jennifer giggled, and Adam decided to play along, slowing to a crawl and circling the group a second time. Quickly, Jennifer shook down her hair and raised her arms, gyrating her shapely figure from side to side in the seat.



At this low speed, it was possible to see the exquisite spot of cleavage where her smooth breasts met, heaving with excitement took deep breaths of the warm air, a look of girlish delight on her flushed face. Somebody called out that her arrival was “Awesome!”, and Jennifer raised her ass from the seat again, giving herself a few smacks on the seat of her pants. Her sweet giggles could be heard over the sound of the engine, until her husband slowed and parked up by the side of the other bikes.



Jennifer leapt off the saddle eagerly before he had even secured the bike. She clapped girlishly with delight and greeted the group that stood there, while the last few bikes rode in. She was loving this attention now, and wanted to play up to it. “Hey Ben!” she called out. “Hi Andy! Wow, it’s hot now, don’t you think?” She quickly took off her leather jacket, exposing her bare, tanned arms and leaving nothing more substantial than her little black tank top to cover her eye-catching cleavage.



Unsurprisingly, a number of the men were looking in her direction. “That was an awesome ride, wasn’t it? I’m having such a great time!” She bounced toward them energetically, demonstrating her excitement after the morning’s ride. Her impressive cleavage wobbled deliciously against the tight material, her sexy wisps of dark hair now dancing around the freckled skin of her shoulders.



“Awesome, yeah,” one of the quieter guys muttered: a blond-haired guy in his late thirties called Rob, his mouth almost hanging open as he tried not to stare too obviously.



“The day’s definitely heating up,” Andy concurred, glancing down at her boot-covered calves. She saw him run his eyes slowly up her strong thighs, the dark blue jeans molded tightly around them, before lingering on her gorgeously exposed, tanned cleavage and finally returning, with just a trace of guilt, to her pretty, glossily made-up young face. Jennifer was genuinely excited by the ride of course, and with the testosterone in the group all directed her way, she could feel her body responding. Her breasts were tingling exquisitely as her husband joined the group, and the last of the bikes shut down their engines.



She beamed back at Andy even as Adam joined in the conversation, loving the obvious way he had eyed her up. She fluttered her mascara-laden lashes at Andy, knowing that Adam would not mind; and then gave the same treatment to another of the guys who engaged her in discussions about the morning’s ride.



Jennifer cut a strong feminine figure standing confidently among the men, the womanly shape of her legs obvious through her tight jeans, emphasized by the high heels on her boots. It was easy for Ben to spot her, and as Adam was distracted to talking about bikes with some of the guys, he cheekily approached her and slipped a hand around her curvy waist. “How did ya like that, baby?” he muttered gruffly in her ear. “It’s more fun in a big group, eh?”



Jennifer turned her pretty face upward to Ben’s unshaven face. “You bet!” she nodded enthusiastically, thrilling as she saw his eyes, too, dip down into her cleavage. From his close position, she quickly guessed that he would be able to make out her bra inside the little top; from the look on his face, she knew she was right.



“Now, I know you’re gonna be up the front end of the bike in the afternoon, right girl? I told your hub, that’s part of the deal, right?” Ben winked.



Jennifer’s face lit up all the more. “Oh, you bet! I just love to be up front!” she pushed her chest out a little, giggling, and nibbled on a finger. Playing the sex kitten was so much fun for her, and Ben was a little less obvious about his desires than some of the men there, which made him all the more fun for her.



He grinned back at her, then gave a slow, confident glance down at her front. “I can see that,” he drawled.



Jennifer giggled like a flirty teenager, enjoying the wicked frisson of the situation. She ran a hand through her hair, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. “Thank you, Ben,” she laughed, before some of the other riders joined them and the moment was ended.



Jennifer even found that she was comfortable with being temporarily separated from her husband. Everything felt so casual and fun. One rider, a fairly handsome thirty-something long-haired guy called Josh, engaged her in a discussion about keeping hair protected while riding. She was flattered again when he touched her hair, telling her how soft and it was, and joking that he should get tips for his rather unkempt, wispy hair. Jennifer joined in the laughter at that, and enjoyed the way the conversation seemed to center around her appearance.



Entering the bar, it seemed totally natural when the hand that slipped around her waist was Ben’s, rather than Adam’s. He even caressed her back with familiarity, before being replaced briefly by Rob, and then Andy.



Sitting opposite from her husband at the table, she accepted a drink and food that was bought for her, as well as a good many smiles and a few friendly caresses from the men. There seemed no harm in any of this, as Adam was right there with her, sharing in the conversation and clearly enjoying himself. He was also looking on her with an extra sense of pride today, she noticed. The only unfriendly eyes belonged to the blonde waitress who brought the food. Jennifer barely noticed as the sullen girl shot her a number of dirty glances. It didn’t matter of course, as the party began to group for the second part of the ride, and Jennifer found that her meal had already been paid for.



***



With everyone regrouped at their machines, Jennifer showed no hesitation in climbing aboard the front of the bike. She had been looking forward to this part of the day more than anything, and for now she suddenly dropped her interest in her lustful fan club and turned her attention to the bike. She was comfortable with the machine, but given the excitement of the day and with food and some beer inside her she wanted to avoid any silly mistakes.



Jennifer had tied her hair up behind her and stowed her jacket. With Adam behind her she confidently kick-started and drove a slow, relaxed circle around the area before following Andy and Josh out onto the road. Her attitude commanded a certain respect, and with Adam suddenly riding as her passenger she began to turn savor the experience.



The sky was blue and the humid afternoon turned to a warm rush of wind as the bikes surged forward, Jennifer loving the feel of power between her legs. Adam barely guided her driving, presumably sitting back and enjoying the passing scenery instead. Jennifer liked the area they were driving through, but she was more interested in making a good job of the riding.



She noticed that some of the attention was off her for the time being. Perhaps because she was doing a good job, she was getting no special attention; and presumably the guys couldn’t really see so much of her with Adam right behind. For almost an hour she was unbothered by the attentions of the men.



Jennifer played with speed a little and experimented with acceleration and revs on the open road. Seeing what she was about, Andy pulled up beside her with a grin on his face. He pointed at toward a big old tree by the side of the road which could be seen in the distance. Jennifer giggled, nodded vigorously, and careened off ahead of the older man.

Perhaps it was his experience, or lack of a passenger, that told in the end; but Andy pulled comfortably up alongside the frustrated Jennifer by the time they reached the marker. As he winked at her, she pouted back petulantly.



Jennifer played a little with the other bikes, toying with other little race-skirmishes along the way, joining in with the fun.



The afternoon was drawing on as the road began to climb and the air became cooler. The group generally slowed to a lower speed although the incline was only gradual. Slowly, Jennifer became more aware of the vibrations juddering through her body – her ass, and her chest. With the slight but noticeable dip in temperature, she was aware that her tank top was hardly enough cover, but she was hardly going to stop now to add more clothing.



It was Ben first, who pulled up alongside to shout “Nice work, lady!” at her, and whose eyes first swept down to her cleavage. Jennifer had almost forgotten how much of herself was on display; but following his eyes now, she almost shocked herself at the sight of her prominent, vibrating cleavage. She was visibly wobbling on this road! She felt a sudden thrill between her thighs as some of the other guys exchanged glances with her, and the thrill of being the day’s plaything returned to her.



A few miles further on, Jennifer began to see signs to their destination, and the scenery changed a little, becoming greener. Seeing that the ride out was nearing its end, she began to think of the evening among this bunch of men. She also wondered how she would get to be alone with Adam, remembering their encounter at the start of the day. Would they be given space to themselves with all these men around? She realized that as the miles had passed, her pussy had grown gently moistened from the pounding of the road on the bike between her legs. This was normal for her, and part of the reason that she loved to ride. She hoped again that she would get to be with Adam tonight.



With the ride now slower, it was more obvious to the men what a voluptuous figure Jennifer was showing at the front of the bike. There was some unrestrained leering at the amount of tanned, full breast gently vibrating above the low line of her stretched tank top. Aware of the attention she was getting, Jennifer became more aware that her nipples were beginning to harden. The chill of the wind buffeting her exposed skin did little to stop that, but there was little she cared to do to rectify the situation now. She felt Adam’s hands around her waist, and a sweet sensation of desire awoke within her bouncing, nubile body. She shifted uncomfortably inside her jeans. These things were so tight! As if reading her thoughts, Adam cupped her ass for a moment.



With a roar of his engine, Ben assumed direction of the group. He led them off from a side-turn in the road, quickly guiding them through a dense patch of trees before turning up a narrow driveway. Emerging at the apex, a miniature scene of idyllic natural beauty greeted the riders.



The drive led out onto an expanse of gravel, which led up to a large pine shack with an open porch. It was well constructed and obviously carefully tended, and presented a gleaming welcome from the relatively dark driveway. Beyond the shack, an expanse of grass led down to the tiny shore of a placid lake – only a few acres in width and giving an appearance of shallowness in depth, but nevertheless a place of some beauty. There was even a tiny jetty with an old rowboat attached by a short length of rope. The far side of the lake was just out of view, disappearing into trees, but its full size could easily be guessed. Jennifer gasped with delight: she had given little thought to their destination, but this was a far better sight to behold at the end of her first long solo ride, than she could have imagined.



Ben led the now slow procession of bikes to the shack, waving an arm coolly as a well-built man emerged. He quickly kicked his bike onto its stand, jumped off and exchanged buddy-punches with the owner of the shack. The signal set, there was general confusion as everyone tried to find a suitable place to leave their bikes. Jennifer laughed to herself as she joined in the melee, noting the Ben and the well-built guy watched with amusement.



Ben introduced their host as Jack; a number of them nodded with familiarity, and he made his way around the rest of the group. Some of the men had wasted no time in opening their travel-packs and distributing beer, and there were assurances that plenty more was to come.



When they were introduced to Jack, Jennifer and Adam felt as if they needed to be at their best behavior somehow; but despite his imposing height, a somewhat swarthy appearance and notable bicep, Jack had a slow, soothing manner which made them feel welcome. “I’ve been hearing good things about your riding, young lady,” he rumbled at Jennifer. She thanked him, noticing that his gaze seemed to take in both her face and her chest at the same time.



Jennifer grabbed a cool beer and glanced down at herself. Now in just her tight jeans and tank top, her body felt thoroughly aroused by the sensations of the ride. Her pussy was gently pulsing with excitement from the feeling of power she had enjoyed; one of the thin straps of her tank top had slipped down over her smooth shoulder, allowing the top to sink slightly further.



Jack made sure that Jennifer felt welcome, patting her behind familiarly as if it was the most natural thing to do. Jennifer giggled at the cheek of that, but her face showed that she would allow almost anything, being practically buzzing with delight at the way the day had turned out. Jack glanced down at her exposed push-up bra and winced at the sight of her soft young breasts sitting up pertly. Jack noticed the cute freckles on her tanned shoulders and cleavage, and was joined by Dave and Andy as the three of them engaged her in talk about the ride and location.



Jennifer continued to talk and jabber away excitedly, hardly stopping to wonder where Adam had got to. He’d be back. Music was starting up, and a party was starting to get moving. As Jennifer leaned back to take a gulp of the beer, her hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, her top tightening further around her breasts and revealing, to the delight of the gawping three men, the exquisite dimples of Jennifer’s erect nipples poking through the top. The marks of her arousal remained visible after she had downed the beer.



Jack made the most of his position as host, slipping his arm around Jennifer’s shoulders. He towered above her, but she felt comfortable. “So, your husband’s…”



“Adam – oh, there he is, I was wondering where he’d gotten too!” she broke away for a minute, swapping hand-slaps with Josh as she bounced her way over to see him. Her perky nipples were all the more obvious now, and drew a number of lustful glances as she did so.



Adam was engaged in some drinking ritual with Ben and Jeff, but broke off to talk to his wife. He didn’t seem concerned about Jennifer’s state of half undress – like the rest of the men, he was happy to enjoy the view. She linked arms with him for a while at the table though, and downed a whisky. The pungent smell of marijuana smoke filled the air and the music grew louder, and the married couple began to enjoy the evening’s relaxation.



***



The sun set over the tree-tops rather than the lake, but made for a beautiful view of the sky nevertheless. Jennifer broke off from dancing with one or two of the guys, in time to catch a sheepish look from her husband. She hadn’t been with him for an hour or so, and now he was engaged in a game of cards.



Jennifer bounced over. “Now don’t bet the bike, honey!” she laughed lightheartedly at him. “We need to get home!”



Adam winked at her confidently. “How about I win us a new bike?” he answered loudly. Jennifer recognized the game as poker and realize what he was up to from the expressions on some of the other faces. The atmosphere seemed cool though, and she grabbed a beer, taking some air by the lakeside before returning to him.



“So, where’s my bike?” she laughed. She reckoned she could get away with such a massive breach of etiquette by virtue of being the only girl, and sat herself next to him on the bench.



Jennifer knew a losing hand when she saw one, and Adam was holding trash. He was playing a reasonable game though, and she was relieved when he folded rather than get involved in some silly bluff. When the hand ended, Jennifer left him – cards was not a favorite pastime, and she was now convinced that Adam was playing sensible enough. The stakes were not too high anyway – worth playing for, but nothing for her to worry about.



Since Adam was enjoying his occasional vice, Jennifer headed off to grab a beer and see if there was anything left worth smoking.



***



Barely half an hour had passed when Adam touched her arm. “Jen, I’m having a few problems back there…”



Jennifer was nicely buzzed by this point, and had almost forgotten that Adam had been gambling. It didn’t seem possible that there could be any sort of problem in this lovely place. “Tell your honey about it, baby.”



Adam explained the amount of money he’d fallen behind with; some of the players were more experienced than he was used to, so he’d been losing some hands, and had tried to recoup when he had a chance against weaker players. Slowly but surely however, he had fallen into a slippery slope. The amount he had lost made her concerned, but Adam assured her that he would make good. He was just asking her opinion – he wanted to get back to evens.



Jennifer looked into his eyes and found herself trusting his judgment; he didn’t seem to be drunk or overly concerned, he was just behaving earnestly by tell her. She sent him back with her blessing.



***



After another twenty minutes she thought she’d better drop in on the game. One look at her husband’s face told her everything had not turned good. Ben was talking to him: “You know Adam, if you want to lay your bike as security, I’d be happy to let you ride it home first.”



Jennifer couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Had things got that bad? Adam shot her a sheepish look. She wondered what he had got himself into here. Adam was obviously trying to claw his way out of trouble but without funds remaining he was just slipping further into trouble



Without wanting to guide him further into problems, Jennifer suggested that if he knew what he was doing he could do the unthinkable, and take Ben up on his offer. It did seem like Ben was trying to help out of concern. It felt right enough; yes, and it wasn’t like he was betting the whole thing.



A few minutes later however, one of the guys unveiled a devastating hand to take more away. Jennifer saw the blood drain from her husband’s face. She knew this was getting serious now.



It was only another five minutes until Adam had practically lost their transport home. Jennifer shared his mortification – the idea of them having a bike each by next summer was suddenly evaporating before her eyes! She looked imploringly towards Ben, who had had perhaps the best night of all at the table.



To her surprise, Ben spoke straight to her as if he knew what she was thinking. “Sure, there could be another way out.”



Every set of men’s eyes at the table landed on her. If she hadn’t laid so much blusher on herself a little earlier, she might have turned red anyway.



“You know Adam, you must have noticed our lady here has been kind of popular with the guys. We could always have a little show to make up for your debts, what do you think?”



There was a chorus of approval around the table. Adam looked on helplessly as the men all stared at his wife. Jennifer had been bending over her husband’s chair and straightened, but couldn’t help a little wiggle of her wide hips as she did so. Her breasts were sitting proud for all to see, and there was an intake of air around the table.



Adam took a swig of the whisky he had previously been sipping. “What… sort of show?” Jennifer’s red painted lips parted a little. Was Adam considering this? What about what she thought? Maybe she needed a whisky herself!



Ben looked up at the exquisitely concerned expression on her flawless face. “What sort of show depends on how much you guys want the bike back. Or how much of that money you’re willing to do without.”



Now Jennifer really did need a whisky. But with the eyes of every man in the room on her, she found it difficult to consider the suggestion neutrally. And Adam seemed to be seriously considering the idea. “Well, perhaps…” The words had escaped her lips almost before her brain had decided to form them. What was she agreeing to? She glanced at Adam. He looked half shocked, half relieved. She had expected him to nip the idea in the bud. Now, Jennifer really grab his whisky.



***



Ten minutes later on the front porch, Jennifer found herself the only member of the gathering who was not seated. She had had not time to check herself, and so she appeared before them as she was dressed and made-up at that point of the evening: her curly, vibrant hair around her bare shoulders, her breasts straining to be free from the black bra and top; and her round ass and strong legs encased in skin-tight denims. As had been the case throughout the day, the men’s’ eyes devoured her hungrily.



With her dark blue jeans disappearing into her long black boots, she was hardly in a position to put on a sexy striptease. She exchanged a confused glance with her husband, who seemed slightly aroused to see his wife so obviously the center of attention after the long day. She supposed that Adam still carried the morning’s passion, and was craving her now; well, if all that was required to save the day was a quick flash of her breasts, she’d be happy enough with that. She was a bit foggy from the evening’s intake, and felt like there need be no issue with such a display.



Ben wasted no time, quickly removing Jennifer’s confusion about what he wanted. “OK Jennifer, you’ve been a great addition to the day so far, and I just know that we’re all liking what we’ve seen of you so far.”



There was a rumble of approval from the men, and to her distaste she heard the creepy Jeff call out, “Got that right!”



Ben continued: “We were all lovin’ your ass when you were on the back of the bike. Why don’t you bend over and remind us just how great that looks?”



Jennifer gasped. So this was what Ben wanted – her was going to show her off for the men’s’ amusement? She still didn’t think that jeans were good for a striptease, but she supposed that right now she would just do as she was told. She reasoned that there was nothing wrong with a bit of bending and flashing, if it saved the bike!



She turned her back to the watching men and stuck her round ass out toward them. Feeling the skin-tight denim of the jeans tighten around her ass, she leaned forward and presented Ben with the view he’d requested. There was an intake of breath, and a few whistles as she showed off her ass. Jennifer giggled, then gave her hips a little wiggle and ran a hand over her own taught roundness for them. “Like this?” she cooed. She glanced at Adam, who was staring just as hard as the other men.



Ben laughed. “Yup. Now who wants to feel that fine, fine ass?”



Jennifer gulped. So Ben wanted a hands-on show! She supposed that for the money at stake…



Her thought was cut short as an unwelcome voice spoke out. “I’ll take a piece of that!” Jeff called out. He hardly hesitated, striding toward her. Jennifer instinctively straightened: of all the men there, why did it have to be the guy who creped her out?



Ben laughed. “Oh come on Jen, let him have a feel! You don’t want to give up so soon, think of what’s at stake!”



She glanced Adam again who seemed to concur with Ben, and resigned herself to her fate. She glanced back at the black-bearded Jeff, who was already leering at her. She saw his eyes widen as she bent over provocatively for him and waited for the inevitable.



She caught her breath as she felt the initial contact. Jeff’s hand slithered its way slowly across her taught, round ass. Glancing back, at him, she caught the lustful gaze on his face as his fingertips explored the sweet crevice beneath her ass-cheeks, then roughly fondled her buttocks. She felt him shake her gently, causing her ass to wobble slightly; the men cheered, and Jeff gave her a couple of gentle slaps, then trailed his fingers right down the middle of her ass. It was such a filthy, intimate grope that there was felt her dignity had been snatched away in front of the watching eyes.



“Nice, Jeff, I bet that feels good.” Jack joined in with Ben’s baiting of their captive performer. “Ain’t it someone else’s turn now?”



Ben laughed. “Well, that’s the ass man happy. Now who else wants to play with our prize?”



Andy, was barely able to restrain himself. “I’ll have a piece of that action!” he laughed.



Jennifer felt that the men were being selected to creep her out the most! She was glad to see Jeff sit down again, but Andy was far too old to be getting his hands on her – no man with grey hair had ever touched her in a sexual way!



Still, all she had to do was concur and the day would be saved. Jennifer felt Andy’s hands confidently grab her waist, and encourage her to stand up. “Let’s take a look at this sexy top of yours,” he told her.



Jennifer watched as Andy’s earlier restraint gave way to an obvious longing for her flesh. He stood straight in front of her and gently stroked her neck, then her freckled shoulders. Her breasts were inches from his probing fingertips, rising to strain against her tight top as she breathed more heavily in response to his attentions. Her freckled, soft cleavage moved gently, inviting his touch.



As had been the case earlier in the evening, Jennifer’s her nipples were visible through the thin material of her top. Now, it gave the impression that she was aroused by Andy’s attentions. She had to admit that there was something exciting in being explored this way, with the audience watching in rapt attention. She could not help but gasp as he skillfully cupped one of her breasts through the thin material, feeling its weight, before finally brushing the backs of his fingers along her soft, exposed flesh and gently caressing the tops of her semi-exposed breasts.



“It’s pretty nice actually,” Jennifer laughed as his fingers dipped into her cleavage. There was another rumble of approval from the watching men, as she giggled girlishly while having her breasts felt. She glanced at Adam, who smiled back at her. This was pretty dirty, but not too bad, she decided – Adam was obviously enjoying the show, and if he was OK with it, then this was the best way out of their predicament.



Jennifer was braced for Andy to fully expose her womanhood, but he restricted himself to tracing his fingers over what was visible, and fondling her through her top. She had to admit it felt nice, and while this was the strangest of experiences in full view of the watching men, she knew there could be worse experiences having her attractiveness confirmed in front of these lusty men. She caught her breath as Andy rubbed his fingers across the little nubs in the material of her tank top, caused by her erect nipples. He squeezed gently, sending pleasurable sensations through her breasts. Jennifer gulped: there was no disguising how nice that felt. She writhed a little in her boots, while not daring to move from the spot in case she somehow transgressed whatever rules Ben had in mind. She ground the high heels of her boots into the ground.



It was Jack’s voice that broke the silence. “Oh yeah, I think she likes that!” There were laughs and claps. “What do you think, Adam?”



Adam just coughed and nodded: “Well, yeah, I guess she would!”



Jennifer knew that she should feel demeaned being discussed in this way; but somehow the attention was giving her a more agreeable sensation. She was almost disappointed when Ben called out to stop the contact: “All right. That’s enough for you right now, Andy.”

Jennifer wondered how much of this there would be. “Right now”, Ben had said: how much more fondling would there be? As she wondered, she was aware of a mumbled discussion between some of the men; and then Josh, the long-haired guy who had so complimented Jennifer’s looks a little earlier, stood up from his chair. “I’ll take that hit!” he said. She wondered what he meant.



Josh brushed the hair from Jennifer’s face, where it had fallen as Andy did his work. He appraised her as she stood before the men, running his eyes slowly over her ass bulging out of her sheer jeans, her breasts straining at her top. But Josh brushed his fingers against her face. “She looks beautiful, you know…” He appraised her closely, the thick mascara and liner framing her clear, hazel blue eyes, her blushed cheeks, her full, red lips. “I bet she looks fantastic giving head.”



The men all laughed. “Well, Adam?” Ben chuckled. “I bet she does, is he right?” Adam nodded sheepishly. “Well then,” Ben paused for effect. “Let’s see.”



Josh placed a hand on each of Jennifer’s shoulders, playing with her straps for a moment, before gently pushing downward. She gulped, and glanced at Adam, who seemed nervous, but nodded almost imperceptibly. Without thinking further, Jennifer sank to her knees to a chorus of approval from the watching men.



Now she knew she was in deep: she was kneeling in front of Josh, her face inches from his crotch. There was no mistaking what was expected to happen, and she supposed she would have to go through with it: Adam had nodded, and there was clearly an expectation. Things could go badly for them now, she reasoned, if she refused. Reaching her hands forward, Jennifer felt the bulge in Josh’s jeans: he was already quite hard, it seemed. As he loosened his belt, she tugged at the top button, feeling it pop open easily.



Pulling his jeans down to his ankles, Jennifer kept her eyes on the good-looking, long-haired man’s bulging boxers. She could smell his desire for her, and knew what had to come next. She had not touched another man since marrying her husband; but she knew with a grave certainty that that had to end now.



Jennifer rubbed the bulge in his boxers, feeling him harden. The tip of his cock was exposed through the slit in the shorts; and taking courage, she yanked them down with one hand, grabbing at his suddenly-exposed manhood with the other. Josh groaned out loud as she wrapped her hand around his stiffening member, gently caressing his thickness, pulling him towards her.



“You go, girl!” she heard Jack call out. There was no sense in delaying: Jennifer leaned forward, letting his length touch her soft face, then gently licking the top of his shaft. Ducking down, she kissed the base, then gently drew her tongue along the whole of his length. She kissed the tip of his circumcised cock-head, then licked his length again, familiarizing herself with the intimate taste. Finally, she swirled her tongue around him, hearing him grunt with approval, before slipping his cock between her pouting red lips.



There was an intake of breath all around as Jennifer began to suck the cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes, but could still feel the eyes of the men upon her. She cupped Josh’s balls in one hand and kept swirling her tongue around his shaft as she moved her head downward, allowing his hardness deeper into her mouth. She heard Josh’s breathing become deeper; so she bobbed her head a few times, her red lips caressing the length of his now full-erect cock.



After a few strokes like this, Jennifer moved her hand from Josh’s balls to the base of his cock, and gave him a few hard jerks while still sucking at his tip. Then she took the whole length back in, tilting her head as she took him into her cheek, feeling her mouth bulge outward.



“Nice!” Jack clapped his hands. “She’s a good little cocksucker, eh fellas?”



There was a rumble of agreement, and Jennifer heard Josh speak up. “Her mouth feels fucking amazing,” he confirmed for the audience. “She totally knows what she’s… ohhh!!” his sentence ended abruptly as Jennifer started to bob her head up and down rapidly, taking his cock right into her mouth, her nose almost grazing his stomach. Her soft brunette curls danced around her shoulders as she brought ecstasy to the gasping man, her full breasts bouncing up and down within her thin black bra.



After a minute of this frenzied activity, Jennifer lifted her lips from around Josh’s glistening cock; a long trail of her saliva extended from her lips as she grabbed his length and rubbed him. She let it fall across her chest as she extended her tongue to lick his tip, then dipped her head to taste his balls. Kissing him there, she teasingly licked her way slowly up his length before taking him deep into her mouth again, sucking and slurping.



Seeing Jennifer’s sexy face performing this way, there was no way that Josh could last out for very long. She repeated her actions two or three times more, before he began to groan loudly and twitch inside her mouth. Jennifer slipped him out of her mouth and busily licked up and down the length of his shaft, knowing that he was ready to climax. As she circled her tongue around his pulsing cock-head, she felt his body stiffen and heard a groan of release. His cock released a jet of cum which hit her in the open mouth, coating the tip of her tongue and her pouting red lips with the thick white goo. She stopped working on him, knowing that the job was done; a second spurt joined the first, trailing down her chin and dripping onto her chest, just above her heaving breasts.



There were cheers from all around. “Nice!” Jack approved. “That’s a great sight!”



Josh composed himself and headed back to his seat. He turned to one of the men. “Ben, you gotta get yourself some of that action, man, she’s got all the moves.”



Ben shook his head. “Nah. Time for us to see a bit more of this girl.”



Jennifer gulped. Was it not over, yet? She looked across at Ben, her lipstick now smeared with cum – she wasn’t sure where it all was, but wiped some from her lips before speaking. “You want more?”



Ben laughed. “Oh yeah, that’s not enough for all of that debt. You gotta go further. Take your jeans off!”



Jennifer glanced at Adam. He seemed resigned to this going further: and having gone as far as giving a blow-job, she didn’t want that wasted for the sake of showing her legs. “OK…” She unzipped her boots and removed them, then bent over to shuffle her way out of her tight jeans.



There were cheers and whoops as the men saw Jennifer’s shapely round ass finally bared. They appreciated the sheer black panties which she had chosen for Adam that morning; their sexy cut barely covered her ass at the back, and although the men were too far to see in such detail, Jennifer knew that they were moist with her pussy juices. She had been so aware of the closely watching men that there had been no way she could have stopped herself from growing wet during the act she performed upon Josh. Her thighs were strong, and as smooth as the men had hoped. They knew the shape of her legs well enough, after a day of watching her so closely. “Now,” Ben continued. “Boots back on, girl.” She hesitated, confused for a moment, but did as she was bidden.



Ben stood up and approached Jennifer. “Now let’s go see this bike you’re trying to save.” He led her a few steps to the side, where Adam’s bike was parked. Some of the men followed, but the nearer of them remained seated. “OK, handy that it’s parked here, don’tcha think?” With a fast movement, Ben confidently hooked his fingers underneath Jennifer’s tank top and lifted it up. He whistled when he saw her body, then gently persuaded her arms upward.



“Niiiice!” he laughed as the hem of the tight garment edged upward, revealing her stomach and shapely waist. “Take it off.”



Jennifer flicked her sexy tank top up her arms, hearing the men whistle as her bra was now fully revealed, fitting snugly around her heaving breasts. She felt shocked that she was now standing in front of the men, dressed in nothing more than her boots, bra and panties. She glanced at the watching men, seeing them gawp at her. She had to admit it made her feel good that they were so interested in her, and wiggled her broad hips for them, watching their eyes follow her.



“Sit down a moment.” Ben pointed to a nearby chair. Jennifer did as she was instructed, and watched as Ben unbuttoned the front of his jeans, quickly removing them completely. Ben seemed to have no problem with baring himself in front of his mates, as a moment later he hooked the hemline of his boxer shorts over the considerable bulge and freed his growing erection as Jennifer and the guys looked on.



Ben traced his fingers around the soft curves of Jennifer’s cleavage, gently massaging her breasts. He dwelt upon the softness of her freckled skin, toying with the sexy trim of the bra as her breasts rose and fell, admiring their firmness. Then without warning, he moved right in front of her and guided his cock to her chest. Pushing her breasts together, he looked down as the softness of Jennifer’s cleavage enveloped his rigid cock.



With her pretty face level with Ben’s hairy stomach, Jennifer gasped and glanced at the watching faces. She saw their expressions change to satisfaction as Ben began to fuck her full, delicious breasts, feeling his cock grow as he enjoyed the pleasing softness that she brought to his throbbing hardness. Jennifer gasped with surprise as she felt and sensed just how keen Ben was to make the most of her body.



As he thrust into her soft cleavage, Ben squeezed Jennifer’s breasts roughly, jerking the bra down and letting more of her soft, tanned flesh spill out. She felt him grow fully hard as he rubbed himself against her, a drip of pre-cum spilling from his tip and smearing across her cleavage. It joined the residue from Josh’s ejaculation on her soft chest.



Finally, Ben pulled back and took another good look at her. Jennifer’s sexy hair was more unkempt after the action with Josh and the insistent back-and-forth of Ben’s own tit-fucking. One bra strap had fallen down over her bare shoulder and her left breast was exposed, her large pink nipple on view for all the men to see. There was a group intake of breath as the men took in the sight of her erect nipple. Her other nipple was visible through the thin material of the bra, poking through and making obvious that she was enjoying this form of appreciation.



“Stand up.” Ben was dogmatic in his instruction: he knew what he wanted next. He guided Jennifer over to Adam’s bike and instructed her turn around. Jennifer’s large ass wobbled as she moved, her white skin showing off its softness. Ben moved in behind her and bent her forward. He lifted her up slightly, feeling her ass as he pushed her against her husband’s bike.



“Man, she feels fucking great,” Ben commented for the onlookers. Jennifer did not fight Ben’s obvious physical directions, suddenly sandwiched between the big man’s rough thighs and the metal and plastic of Adam’s bike seat. The men had a full sight of the turtle tattoo on the small of her back as she bent forward, feeling Ben immediately trace his hand between her thighs. She caught her breath, whimpering aloud as Ben traced his fingers against her wet pussy, then felt her face flush as she remembered how obvious her every reaction would be to the on looking men. She glanced at Adam for reassurance, but he seemed just as interested in watching her bend as the rest of the men. He didn’t even notice her looking at him.



Jennifer could feel Ben’s hard cock as he moved between her thighs and coaxed them apart. “She’s fucking wet already,” she heard him comment. She knew it was true. Then suddenly, she felt the sexy panties she had worn for Adam being pulled to the side by this brute of a man. The thong-like cut strained into her ass, but there was no denying Ben now. She felt his cock moving toward her wet opening, then his hands on the small of her back, pushing her down on the bike so that he could control her position. Jennifer’s pussy throbbed with anticipation as she realized what was coming next, then she gasped aloud as she felt the tip of Ben’s cock find her opening and slip fluidly inside.



Pulling her back toward him, Ben thrust right into Jennifer’s hot, tight pussy. She let out a girlish gasp as he penetrated her halfway in, then groaned as he finished the job with a second stroke. “Nice,” she heard someone comment as her booted heels struggled for purchase on the ground, her white ass wobbling in full view of the watching crowd.



“She feels fucking amazing,” Ben reported. Jennifer felt her pussy lubricate further as she struggled to take in her situation – the leader of the gang, his cock inside her, reporting on the pleasure she was giving to the other men, including her husband. She couldn’t believe this was happening – how real it felt, and how aroused she was to be the focus of all these lusty men. Her half-stunned face turned to her husband as she spread her thighs a little further, and this time Adam caught her eye. If anything he offered her a look of encouragement.



Ben began to move inside Jennifer now, thrusting back and forth. The soft plastic of the bike seat creaked as she began to whimper, feeling Ben forcing himself in and out of her with gusto. Her round ass bounced as his thick thighs started to slap against her soft flesh, the rhythmic sound of the sex quickly becoming audible. Jennifer was gasping for air, completely trapped against Adam’s bike, and her gentle squirming only seemed to spur Ben on. He was treating her roughly now, fucking her hard and starting to groan himself, now losing himself in the pleasure of having his cock inside the voluptuous woman. Another glance at Adam, but he didn’t seem to have much of a problem with what was happening to her.



Jennifer had always loved being treated roughly by a man who took control of her. It made it harder to control herself as Ben fucked her. She had intended to let Ben get off quickly, and then maybe the whole “payment” would be at an end; but with him forcing the pace, there was little for Jennifer to do but take the pounding he was giving her, and hope the bike would stand firm.



This was not the biggest cock Jennifer had ever had – he was about the same size as Adam, or maybe slightly thicker – but there was something primal in the rough way he was fucking her, which made things so different for Jennifer. The slaps of Ben’s thighs against Jennifer’s her ass grew louder, her own noises now adding to the unmistakable sound. She could not deny the feeling of pleasure and release as the thick cock pummeled her wet pussy.



As the pleasure in her crotch continued to build, Jennifer found herself letting out a series of little shrieks then finally wailing as she was pushed over the edge, force-fucked into experiencing an orgasm. In her submissive position, she shuddered and writhed as Ben ground his cock slowly around inside her pussy, enjoying the spasms of her hot, wet pussy as she abandoned herself to her climax. When she finished, Ben simply pulled himself out of her and gave his slick-coated erection a couple of hard strokes, gasping with release and jerking straight as he shot his load over Jennifer’s red, quivering ass.



Released from Ben’s grip, Jennifer struggled to her feet, feeling Ben’s cum dribble down onto the back of her strong thigh. Both breasts were now in full view for the first time, with the bra nothing more than a stretched-aside piece of cloth cupping them a little from beneath. Her little panties were in similar condition, still riding to one side as Ben had left them, soaking wet from Jennifer’s pussy juices.



There were whistles from the watching men as Jennifer as she reached her hands behind herself, resigned that nothing was going to stay hidden. She dropped her bra onto Adam’s bike, fondling her sensitive breasts gently as she turned back to the excited mass of watching men.



“You better get those panties off too,” he instructed. There was no modesty left for Jennifer now: she let them fall down her smooth legs, kicking up a boot to collect them and deposit them onto the bike. The men now had a full frontal view of Jennifer’s shaved pussy, gaping slightly from the rough fucking she’d just received, but still looking ripe for the taking. Her full breasts drew more attention now that she was finally freed from them. With nothing but her boots on, she had no way to hide herself. She noticed that Adam seemed as much enraptured as many of the men she had met only that day. “You’re doing well, Jen,” Ben continued. But there’s still a ways to go. We better work you harder. Jack?”



Jack had moved from his chair, and now proceeded to gather a rug and spread it out on the ground in front of the men’s’ chairs. Beer bottles popped as Ben led Jennifer to the middle of the rug. Jerry, a man of middle build and fairly young age, stood as Jack beckoned him. Slightly bashfully, he moved to the centre of the rug. Jennifer noticed that he seemed to be having performance issues in front of the men, his half-erection sagging slightly as he sensed their eyes on him. She was having no such problem herself now, with the mixture of sexual release and intoxicating substances buzzing through her nubile body. She strode over to him wearing nothing but her boots and, business-like, settled on her knees in front of him.



As soon as she brushed Jerry’s cock with her cheek, she felt him start to overcome his slight problem. She made a show of gulping him down, hearing him groan in ecstasy as she sucked his length deep into her mouth. Her big, round breasts bounced freely now, as she bobbed her way up and down his length, growing longer with each stroke, her lip-smacking and slurping occasionally loud enough for the crowd to hear. “She looks nasty,” she heard someone say, and only then did she know that they had a full view despite the constant movement of her long, dark curls.



Jerry began to groan and she slipped his cock out of her mouth, feeling a dribble of his pre-cum slither across her cheek as she did so. “Fuck her, man,” someone encouraged, but Jerry was already grabbing the now fully-willing Jennifer by the shoulders and encouraging her forward onto her hands. He traced his hands down her full, shapely curves as he moved behind her, lingering at her waist, as Jennifer settled onto all fours.



Jennifer’s nipples were eye-catching enough, but brought further into focus by their erect state. Her large breasts hung exquisitely beneath her full frame, attracting the stare of most of the men. The remainder were watching her face as she felt Jerry mauling her ass, his now rigid cock sliding against the wetness of her inner thighs. She realized now that her pussy had been dripping with wetness as she gave him the blowjob that had aroused him to this state; and given the state Ben had left her pussy in, it was obvious she was ready to be fucked again.



Choosing his moment unceremoniously, Jerry pushed himself inside Jennifer’s hot pussy in one smooth motion. There was a grumble of affirmation among the watching men as they studied her reaction. Jennifer closed her eyes and groaned as Jerry began to fuck her, feeling her ass wobbling as he quickly picked up the pace. He was an easy fit for her willing pussy, the motion smooth and lubricated by her juices. For a moment the only sound to be heard was the slaps of his thighs against her round, juddering ass; then the men began to voice their feelings.



“She’s loving it… check that expression on her face.”



“Yeah Adam, what d’you think… wifey loves a good fuck, eh?”



She heard Adam hoarsely agreeing that she did.



“Fuck, look at her tits swing!”



Jennifer guessed this was true; she could feel their heaviness as she enjoyed the fucking in full view of her husband.

Jack’s voice now. “Someone needs to get another cock in that chick’s mouth!”



There was a bustle of activity, and Jennifer looked up to see Rob, the thirty-something blond-haired guy she had met alongside Andy, moving toward her. He unzipped his jeans and knelt before her, hooking his boxers over the obvious bulge to reveal a big, stiff erection. Jennifer’s face was sultry and flushed as Jerry slowed his thrusts behind her for a moment to allow Rob easier access to her hot mouth.



“Suck it baby!” she heard someone say, and wondered if it was Adam; but by now the evening was just one mass of hard cocks wanting her to satisfy them. Gazing up sexily at Rob’s semi-naked body, she caught his eye as she parted her lips and sucked him deep into her mouth.



Rob groaned loudly as Jennifer snaked her tongue around his shaft, then heard her whimper as the slaps of Jerry’s thighs against her ass increased in volume and frequency once more. Jennifer’s body was forced a little further forward with each stroke, driving Rob’s cock deeper into her wet, slurping mouth. Her nose almost touched his stomach as she sucked and slurped, taking him all the way inside; then she withdrew and gasped for air, whimpering at the force of Jerry’s thrusts, her drool hanging from her pouted lips for a few intense seconds before she caught her breath enough to take Rob’s cock back inside her mouth again. Rob groaned with the exquisite pleasure her mouth provided, brushing her hair aside from her face so that he and the watching men could see. Jennifer’s cheek was distended, Rob’s cock bulging outward as she gagged noisily, slurping on cocks at both ends.



“She does two guys well,” Jack muttered darkly and approvingly. Jennifer looked up and caught Adam’s expression as he watched his wife suck and fuck two virtual strangers. He seemed transfixed, and the look of conflicting emotions on his face was giving way to joy. Even as she worked her hips backward to take Jerry’s cock deeper insider her, she saw a familiar look on her husband’s face: the look she was more used to seeing as he climaxed inside her. It was replaced by a look of surprise mixed with relief as he looked down at his own crotch. Jennifer realized that her husband had just climaxed in his pants watching her… yet she had been watching, and he hadn’t even touched himself to get off.



The realization that Adam was loving what was being done to her put Jennifer into the wildest sexual mood she could remember. Gasping and whimpering, she ground onto Jerry’s cock as she let out deep groans, bobbing wildly on Rob’s cock. She heard Jerry cry out in delight and pull from her smooth pussy. A jet of hot cum landed on her ass as she heard his groans of relief. A second spurt dripped down her thigh as she felt Jerry rub himself against her big, soft ass.



She popped Rob’s saliva-covered cock noisily out of her mouth. “Get that thing in my pussy,” she muttered huskily. “I want more cock.” Rob didn’t hesitate, but pulled off his jeans and replaced Jerry between her shapely thighs.



Rob pushed gently and watched as his cock, tinted slightly red with Jennifer’s lipstick, disappeared into her willing pussy. She groaned and immediately bucked her hips backward, taking Rob all the way inside her. “Fuck!” she heard him exclaim behind her, to the amusement of the watching men. “”She’s definitely into this!”



Jennifer showed that she was certainly starting to make the most of her situation, forcing herself back onto Rob’s length rhythmically, doing most of the work. She gasped with pleasure and exertion as her pussy slurped at the hard cock buried inside her, hearing Rob’s moans as she fucked him. Her knees were hurting now, as the ground was hard beneath the rug; but she continued undeterred. She shifted to relieve her hands slightly, and the watching men were treated to a full view of her full breasts juddering beneath her smooth body, as she let out a long groan of pleasure.



After a few minutes of allowing Jennifer to control the pace, Rob began to fuck her on his own terms. Jennifer groaned, but allowed him to control the pace of the movement as his hands slid forward from her buttocks and grasped her by the waist. Once again a man’s thighs slapped noisily against her reddened, exposed ass for all to hear. The sound was easier to hear now, the moisture of Jerry’s cum still on her ass, occasionally slurping as it lubricated the skin of the two rough-fucking performers on the rug. She began to yelp noisily, gasping for air as he pounded into her. “She’s gonna cum again,” she heard Jack’s voice gloating over her as the inexorable rise of pleasure, which came in waves emanating from her sopping wet pussy.



Jennifer had a full view of the lustful gazes of the men as her orgasm overwhelmed her, but had to close her eyes as the pleasure became too much. With Rob’s cock still pumping her used pussy, she wailed helplessly, her smooth back arching and her breasts bouncing freely, their erect nipples pulsing exquisitely with delight. “Ooh! A, yeah! Fuck me good and hard Rob, it feels fucking… amaz…..!!!” She shuddered on the ground, moaning as the orgasm swept through her, feeling Rob slow his pace only slightly to allow her a moment’s respite as she gasped for air.



She heard Jack’s voice again. “Somebody needs to plug that mouth.” God, Jennifer thought to herself, how many more men would she be able to handle? She was tasting a mixture of different men in her mouth now, and her knees and hands were hurting from maintaining this position, but she supposed she would have to remain so for now. She had come this far, and didn’t want to get into some form of semi-bargaining for the debt – it would be so much better if it were to be cancelled in full.



Her eyes were still closed as she heard the footsteps of the next man in front of her, and he coolly reached to her side to grab her swinging breasts. She whimpered, “Ow! Ooh yeah!” as he mauled them, rubbing her sensitive nipples between the rough skin of his fingertips.



“They’re heavy and horny,” she heard a drawling voice mutter to the watching crowd. Something about that voice riled her, and her mascara-laden eyelashes flicked open to see Jeff beside her, grabbing at her sensitive breasts, a look of debauched delight on his face, part-hidden by his dirty beard. She had taken a dislike to him earlier and at close quarters she still didn’t like him. He was rough with her soft flesh as a gleam of delight filled his eyes. “Here you go,” he announced, and without any fanfare he unzipped his jeans and thrust his dark, wrinkled, hardening cock in the direction of her face.



At first Jennifer tried to avoid it, but she was hardly in a position to do so – Rob’s thrusts were growing harder as he enjoyed the moist, soft embrace of her pussy, and Jeff was anything but shy about how he presented his growing member. When her mouth failed to open as keenly as it had for the other men, he tried coaxing her by rubbing it against her cum-smeared cheek. “C’mon baby, open up,” he cooed sarcastically. Jennifer jerked her head to the side, but even as she did so she knew it was pointless, feeling him dribble with excitement, almost against her ear. The things she’d do for her husband…



Jennifer succumbed and parted her lips into a willing “O” shape, then turned her head toward the tip of Jeff’s filthy cock. He grunted with relief as she sucked on him and, with a moment of hesitation, took him into her mouth. Almost immediately he began to buck his hips forward rudely, fucking her mouth rather than waiting for her to suck. She let out a cry of protest, but it was too late: in her prone position, with Rob fucking her from behind, she was truly trapped on all fours as Jeff filled her mouth with his cock. Jennifer spluttered a little, and saliva dribbled down her chin as she struggled to take keep her composure as she was fucked by two men. She gagged noisily as Rob’s thighs slapped against her own reddened ass, then let out a soft whimper as Jeff tugged at her tousled, matted brunette hair. “Take a breath,” he told her, which she did noisily before he plunged his manhood back into her mouth, this time thrusting at an angle and causing a bulge to appear repeatedly in the side of her pretty face.



“Mmmmm!” Jennifer’s cry was half-protest, half-pleasure as she felt Rob begin to fuck her in shorter, sharper thrusts.



“That mouth feels fuckin’ awesome,” she heard Jerry gloat to the crowd.



“Oooarrggh!!!” She heard Rob’s cry from behind her as he mauled her big, soft ass-cheeks, his cock jerking wildly inside her as it pumped his semen into her. She felt the hot load shoot deep inside her – a sensation which might have brought her off again, but for the discomfort in her mouth.



Slowly, the frenzied activity of the two men slowed and ceased. Rob pulled his moist erection out of Jennifer’s sloppy pussy with an audible squelch, then lay gasping for a moment. Jeff grinned as he popped his cock out of Jennifer’s abused mouth. “Good, that makes room for me.”



As Jeff moved behind her, Jennifer once again had a view of the watching crowd. Adam’s face was reddened now, perhaps as a result of his earlier climax, or some other reaction to seeing her used this way. She held his eyes for a second but was somehow unable to gain any particular message – he seemed as resigned to her fate as she was. Jack was watching as if he knew what was coming, and most of the men were staring lustfully at her. Ben looked on with satisfaction.



Jennifer had finally caught her breath, but the respite lasted only a moment. She could feel the sleazy sensation of Rob’s cum leaking out of her used pussy, just as Jeff’s hand touched her ass. He began to caress her full buttocks, initially as if to coax the hot stickiness out of her by encouraging her movement. He pushed a finger into her juicy wetness, gently poking into her, as if he intended a gentle seduction. After a minute though, she felt his fingers creep up her sweaty crevice, probing rudely into another hole. These fingers were colder, and she gasped aloud as she realized that he was using lubricant.



Still fingering her pussy, Jeff began to penetrate Jennifer’s tight asshole with his lubricant-smeared hand. He had both hands inside her now, making her cry out in anguish. But there was no denying the pleasurable feeling which the attentions of so many men had left between her supple thighs. Waves of excitement from her well-fucked pussy accompanied the shock she felt at having this awful man’s fingers stealing their way into her ass. He kept adding lubricant and probing further, each time making his job easier, as Jennifer began to writhe, whimper and squeal with surprise at the sensations she was feeling. The toes of her boots ground into the rug. As she gasped loudly at one particularly rude thrust, her now wide eyes looked askance at the watching crowd, but if anything they seemed more intent.



“I wonder if our friend Adam has fucked this asshole,” Jeff gloated meanly as he savored her reactions. Jennifer bit her lip: only she and her husband knew the answer to that, and she wasn’t telling. “Ah…” she heard him sigh. “Who cares.” He began to finger-fuck her in both holes with the same hand, making her shriek with alarm. She knew now that he was planning to fuck her ass in front of these men, and nobody seemed to be stopping him. She let out a long wail of what she thought should be distress, but it sounded more like excitement and anticipation.



She felt the cold shock of one last thumb full of lubricant being worked into her before Jeff slapped his hard cock between her ass-cheeks. He played with her buttocks for a second, rubbing himself up and down them, before pulling them apart. Jennifer felt his tip at her most private opening, and closed her eyes tightly in anticipation.



To her surprise, she felt him slip inside her tight ass with little discomfort. Still, she squealed girlishly, bringing a round of applause from the audience. Barely able to comprehend what was being done to her now, her body quivered and sweated as Jeff pressed himself home, surprisingly gently. She moaned more deeply now, feeling him slide inexorably deeper into her. It felt so wrong, and yet kind of raunchy at the same time; she experienced a moment of panic, in fear that he might go so deep that he somehow stuck inside of her. But as Jeff grunted with the pleasure he seemed to be getting from her, her pulled out a little, establishing a fucking motion for the first time. Jennifer was shocked that he had got so far.



Jennifer’s hands and knees were aching so that as Jeff began to push harder into her tight hole she was forced forward slowly, stroke by stroke, forward and downwards, her doggy-position slowly collapsing. Finally her throbbing breasts were trapped right against the ground, her strong thighs roughly parted either side of the sneering bearded man behind her as he kept fucking her round ass with short but fluid motions. Jennifer was growling under his attentions and weight, groaning and gasping as he reamed her back passage remorselessly.



So this was what he’d been thinking when he was checking her out from behind on the bike, she realized. She’d assumed the guys were all enjoying the sight of her butt, her legs, her figure bouncing on the bike; and they had been, but darker thoughts had been stirring too, and none darker and sleazier than Jeff’s. Strangely, she felt an excitement building inside her, and when she realized that the men had crowded around to take in the wicked spectacle, she rose above the strange, thrilling discomfort of being fucked in the ass by a man she could barely stand to look at; and instead began once more to enjoy her place at the centre of their attention.



Jennifer’s forced grunts and groans became more womanly again, and she felt a change in Jeff; it was as if he’d got what he wanted from her. Even as she began to tentatively hump her ass backwards into his strokes, feeling a drop of Rob’s cum still trickling out of her pussy, she sensed his climax approaching, hearing him begin to grunt rhythmically. “Ah, she’s even loving this…” Jeff’s voice transmitted a little surprise, but moreover, satisfaction. Suddenly without warning it was he who was growling loudly, pulling out at the last and spattering her sore, quivering ass with his man juice.



Jennifer lay on her front gasping, her face hidden by an unruly mop of curls. As she slowly regained her breath, she felt Jack take her hand. “Best have some of this,” he told her kindly. Jennifer swigged the drink he passed her, a whiskey which warmed her inside, relaxing her innards. Jack grinned. “Well you’re doing a good job my girl. That debt’s getting paid all right. But you gotta deal with the host!”



Relief flooded through Jennifer, along with the warmth from the whiskey. At last there was some talk of an end to this! Now she knew she could go through with it. What’s more, she thought, Jack was bound to be in a state of arousal after all he’d seen. Maybe a quick blow-job would see him off.



Electing to move on now rather than wait longer, Jennifer staggered to her knees. The men were still crowded closely in a circle as if for a pagan ritual. She felt her ripe ass quivering firmly as she raised herself to her knees, turning to face the standing Jack. With a sexy lick of her lips, she reached out to touch the bulge in his jeans, then unzipped him. “That’s the idea,” he told her.



Jack was a tall man and Jennifer was expecting a sizeable cock, so when she pulled down his jeans and found an impressive bulge inside his boxers she was not surprised. However, as Jack stepped coolly out of his jeans she realized that he was not yet hard, and started to wonder what she was taking on. She rubbed him through his jeans, settling to her task, feeling that at least she was on more familiar ground now that the stinging in her ass was beginning to recede.



Jack’s hardening cock began to push at his boxer shorts, so Jennifer hooked them over the growing bulge in a business-like fashion: she had seen enough cocks tonight to take the freshness out of seeing a new one. But Jack’s made her stop in her tracks. He was not fully hard yet, but already he was larger than most men… larger than any she’d had that night. Bigger than Adam. She gulped, wondering if this was the largest cock she’d ever seen. Jack chuckled. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”



Jennifer looked up at him for a moment, her hazel eyes full of concern and curiosity. “What… what if I…” she began.



“Oh, you’ll manage it,” Jack assured her. “I know you want to.”



After a pause she decided to take one thing at a time, and pressed her soft face into his musky groin. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked his hardening girth, tonguing him tentatively. Hearing Jack growl his approval, Jennifer began to use the flat of her tongue as his cock grew before her eyes. She raised her head back and kissed his moist tip, giving him a look in the eyes, secretly imploring him to climax quickly. Maybe he’d been touching himself as he watched her? She widened her mouth, sucking him in gently, angling her head so that she could take him in smoothly. Slowly, she slid her wet lips down his half-erect shaft, slithering her tongue around him as he entered her mouth.



“Ooohhh yeah, you’re good at that,” Jack approved. But he showed every sign of being in control of himself. Jennifer felt his cock hardening fully, pushing its way deeper into her mouth, even becoming harder to stretch her lips around. She withdrew her head to gasp for air, and a strand of saliva attached his cock to her lips. He was almost fully erect now, and seemed far too large to get into her mouth. God, she thought to herself, she couldn’t fuck that! He was half as big again as Adam! Her pussy would be ruined.



“Suck it girl,” somebody urged.



“Yeah, do your job, you horny cocksucker.”



Jack grinned as Jennifer eyed up the challenge before her. “Don’t think about it, just do it,” was his advice. She decided to try. Again she sucked his tip into her mouth, pushing her head down onto his length. As he half-filled her mouth her lips seemed to be as wide as she could get them, and were stretched around his girth, but there was more to come. She withdrew, gasping, but refused to give in. Instead she let him slap his hard shaft against her pretty face while she regained her courage, then began to lick and suck at his balls.



Slowly Jennifer worked her way up his shaft, kissing and sucking, teasing him with her tongue. As she reached his tip once more she circled his circumcised head with her tongue, then suddenly bobbed her head down in a hard stroke. She was shocked to feel him hit the back of her throat. She could do it! Flattening her tongue to make room, Jennifer began to bob her head up and down, hearing herself let out a strangled noise as she gagged, but keeping her motion going as fast as she could bear. Again and again she felt his cock against the inner reaches of her mouth, and slobbered over his shaft as he took what she had to offer, groaning with pleasure as she gasped and glugged.



Finally, Jennifer felt his hands in her hair. He gently tugged, pulling her up over his lips. “OK girl, that’s enough. I got stamina, you won’t get me that way.” Jennifer felt herself flush: she knew she’d been trying to finish him off. “Get on your back.”



Jennifer groaned. “But I won’t…”



“Yeah, you can. You can take it. You’ve come too far to fail now.”



Fail? Again Jennifer renewed her motivation to keep going. This had been the most intense sexual evening she had experienced, and although she wondered how she would feel about it when she looked back, she hadn’t come this far just to end up in a compromise about how much of Adam’s money – her money, too – she had saved, and whether or not they got to keep the bike! It felt all or nothing, and that thought convinced her to do as their host instructed.

The men cheered as Jennifer lay down on the tangled rug in front of Jack. Some of the onlookers had already experienced her tight pussy, but still their eyes ravished her curvy body as she parted her legs to allow Jack to kneel between them. She noticed their eyes drinking her in, and felt her pussy moisten in response to the magical feeling that right now, she represented all of their most lust-fuelled desires.



It was just as well that she had moistened. As Jack hovered over her, she felt a wave of trepidation; a feeling that the sensation of the hard nub of his cock-head poking against her pussy did nothing to quell. Jack slid his shaft against her wet opening, grunting with satisfaction as he sensed Jennifer’s wetness. She supposed she must be fairly gaping and wide by now, having accommodated such a number of hard cocks in the one evening. Still, Jennifer had no idea how she was going to take that monster erection inside her.



Jennifer saw Adam looking on again. He seemed to be excited again – she knew he had climaxed earlier, and yet there was a bulge in his jeans once again. There was no denying that lying with her legs splayed, waiting to be fucked by this tall, rough, super-endowed man was a sexual thrill for her, and she realized that she was writhing on her back as Jack slid his cock and slapped her pussy with it gently in preparation for his entry. Jennifer gasped, feeling herself moistening further, as Jack also groped greedily at her exposed breasts. There was a murmur of approval among the men, and Jennifer saw Adam’s face glazed with an almost hypnotic concentration. It seemed that he was longing to see her take this man on! For a moment Jennifer wondered if Adam had planned the whole day this way, but immediately knew that such a plot was just too far-fetched. It was just that Adam was loving the lengths which Jennifer had reached in order to rescue their interests.



Suddenly she was jerked from her thoughts as Jack stimulated her erect nipples, then removed one hand to guide his cock to what he knew was just the right spot. Jennifer could feel his tip nudging gently past her outer folds, and took a deep breath as her began to penetrate her. He rocked gently but insistently against her, using the strength of her hips to his advantage. Jennifer’s already-used pussy was flowing with juices as the men gazed at her, and squelched audibly as the first third of Jack’s enormous cock disappeared inside.



Jennifer’s eyes widened as Jack kept rocking, gently forcing his way in. “Uh! No deeper! I can’t… Oh, my GOD!” Jennifer squealed loudly as Jack responded to her hesitancy with a buck of his hips, stretching her sensitive pussy wide open. “Aow! No… I can’t… OOORRGGH!!!” Jennifer cried loudly, bringing a roar of approval from the watching men as her body bucked, her heavy breasts bouncing sweetly as Jack rammed his cock deeper into her. Jennifer spread her legs as wide as she could, feeling his heavy body pressing down on her now, forcing himself deeper. Her mouth was wide open, gasping for air as she felt herself filled more than she had ever thought possible.



Jack was grunting with satisfaction as Jennifer wriggled on the ground beneath him, whimpering gently. Her hair made a pool of curls around her amazed face, her still-booted feet waving helplessly in the air now as he ground her recently-fucked ass into the rug. “OHH! GOD, I can’t… OOH shit, you’re so deep… No more, please, I can’t take it… OW! Oh no, don’t start fucking, I can’t… OH!” Jennifer squealed as Jack began to move his cock back and forth, punishing her tight pussy further with every movement. “OH! God! That’s good! Oh my God! YEEESSSS!!!!”



Jennifer had always assumed that being fucked by a massive cock would be uncomfortable, but now she began to feel the pleasure that it could bring, and it was more extreme than any sensation her pussy had brought her. “OOWW! God, so BIG! Ah! Oh! Ah! O…Yes!” Writhing and gasping on the floor, Jennifer had no way to hide the pleasure that Jack was bringing her. She had lubricated his cock now, making it easier for him to fuck her. Her boots were still flailing in the air, her gorgeous, shapely legs waving madly with every stroke. To her amazement, she began to feel Jack’s hips against her inner thighs. He slapped against her noisily. She had taken him all the way in! This was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and she had taken every inch! The surprising thrill of that knowledge sent sensations of pleasure and delight shooting along her spine, making her wriggle in delight, warming her ass, pussy, breasts, neck, lips, and tongue with delightful sexual thrills.



Jennifer could feel herself climaxing, her pussy slurping tightly around Jack’s thrusting member. But he barely paused, barely even registered interest as the orgasmic thrill swept over her and she gasped for air. Still he pounded at her, if anything more roughly now, and the slaps against her thighs grew louder. Jennifer saw her husband licking his lips with delight, but he failed to acknowledge her glance. In any case he was probably unaware of the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Another orgasm caught her completely by surprise, making her back arch and another girlish squeal fill the night air. This time though, she heard Jack groan with satisfaction. She bit down on her lip, knowing that she was finally getting to him. “Oh yeah baby, fuck me hard, it’s the biggest dick I’ve ever had. I fucking love how deep you are.” Her soft southern voice cooed at the rough man acceptingly. She didn’t care that Adam could hear. If he was enjoying the spectacle so much, he could enjoy this, too! “Harder, fuck me harder! Oh fuck, I love that cock!” Jennifer looked Jack in the eye as she said these things, seeing that she was getting to him. He began to jerk more sporadically, trying to keep control as she even tried moving her hips responsively.



“Ah yeah! I knew you’d take it, girl.” Jack was clearly approaching his own climax now, and enjoying himself immensely as waves of pleasure swept through him. His thrusts slowed gradually, before finally he could keep the pace no longer.



Jennifer’s reddened pussy gaped wide as Jack pulled out of her, suddenly relieved of the rough presence inside it. Jennifer wondered why he hadn’t climaxed inside, and then quickly realized what he was about as he moved to where her head had been thrashing on the rug. Jack held himself in one hand and gave himself a couple of quick strokes, staring at Jennifer’s prettily debauched face. He groaned deeply and manfully as he suddenly climaxed, his long, hard cock spasming just inches from her watching eyes.



In keeping with the size of his cock, Jack had plenty of semen to give her. A thick jet of his sticky white cum landed right across her face, rudely covering her nose and cheek as he continued pumping at himself. A second wave was just as strong, hitting the other cheek, her parted lips, and falling into her opened mouth. She stuck out her tongue to show him what she had caught, and Jack groaned as a smaller spurt fell just short, landing among her brunette curls. He leaned forward, within reach of Jennifer’s face – and she reached up to kiss his hard manhood. Jack groaned with relief and pleasure. He had to admit that she’d taken what he had to offer better than most women who tried.



Jennifer, who was struggling to a sitting position as the cum slowly seeped down to her chin, could barely believe her ears as Jack staggered back in a satisfied state. “OK,” he announced to the watching men. “Who else wants her?” Jennifer felt like protesting. She’d sucked guys off, had them unload all over her, been fucked in her pussy and ass, and taken the biggest cock she’d ever seen… and still she was fair game?



“You bet!” It was Steve who answered the call fastest, quickly joining Jennifer on the rug and unbuckling his belt. From the look of the bulge in his crotch, he’d been enjoying the view. “Don’t worry Jen, I won’t be as rough as Jack. In fact…” He lay back on the ground. “I’m gonna let you do all the work!”



Jennifer was almost in a trance now as she unquestioningly climbed to her knees. If Steve wanted her on top, she might as well… nothing would be as difficult as what she’d done already! She watched as he unbuttoned his fly and produced, to her relief, an average sized cock. The men watched intently as she straddled his prone body unceremoniously and grasped it by the base. “Well, she said she wanted to ride,” Ben laughed. Jennifer raised herself up on her knees and guided Steve’s excited cock into her well-fucked opening, even as the men stood around and guffawed at the pun made at her expense.



Jennifer let gravity do the work, and felt Steve’s cock slide easily into her wet, used pussy. He barely moved, but she heard him groan with pleasure as she completed the movement. “Nice!” she heard him groan, presumably remarking to the on looking men. Glancing down, she confirmed what she had already guessed: that he was staring up directly at her heaving, sweaty breasts. She rocked a little, feeling his balls touch her ass. Well, she’d been well-fucked: time to do some fucking of her own, she reasoned.



With the pointed toes of her boots digging into the ground, Jennifer supported herself on her knees and began to fuck the man between her thighs. Businesslike in her approach, after a couple of strokes she settled into a fast, heavy riding motion. She pounded up and down his erect shaft, the thick slapping rhythm growing louder and faster as she closed her eyes in bliss. Having control felt good, and now she just felt like fucking this young man roughly. Her hair danced around her bare shoulders and she supported her heavy breasts, which would have bounced uncomfortably wildly at such a pace had she not held them. Steve reached up occasionally to rub her erect nipples and squeeze at her warm flesh like a greedy boy, but for the most part he simply lay back and enjoyed the treatment she was giving him.



“Does she fuck your cock like that, Adam?” Jack’s voice was half-laughing, half-sneering as he teased her husband. Jennifer looked up when she heard Adam’s voice answer in the affirmative.



“But…” she added for herself, gasping with exertion, “Adam can’t keep me going all night like you guys can!” As the cheers rang around, she wondered why she’d said that. She was kind of enjoying being the focal point, and at the same time was starting to think that Adam should be punished for getting her into this situation – punished by seeing her get off on it, perhaps. And it was difficult not to love having yet another hard, eager cock inside her pussy.



Ben stepped forward quietly. “Slow down a second, girl. We’ll work out something else that Adam can’t do.” Jennifer did as she was told, and the waves of pleasure which had built up inside her made her shudder with delight. Ben revealed that he was hard again from watching her. He trod carefully around Steve’s prone legs, then let his erection dance in the air mere inches from Jennifer’s lust-filled face. “You can fuck us both if you use your mouth too.”



Jennifer reached forward and took a hold on Ben’s cock. It was the cock where it had all started… Well, she’d already given him one blow-job, why not a second? She licked her lips sexily and, hearing the men groan in approval, leaned forward to take him into her mouth.



She had never done two men together before this day, but had already been surprised at how easily it came to her. Necessarily letting go of her breasts, she started to fuck Steve again; but more slowly this time, as she needed to concentrate on Ben at the same time. It was a turn-on to hear and feel, but not see Steve’s reaction to her movement, as she began to busily devour Ben’s large cock. She moved her head back and forth, covering him with her saliva, trying to keep a steady rhythm; but no matter how she tried, things were getting messy. If she misjudged a movement, Ben’s cock would end up sticking into her inner cheek; sometimes it popped out of her mouth and smeared her face with his pre-cum. Her slobber dripped down onto her chest, while her pussy slurped gently at Steve’s surging cock, which was now fucking her gently in response to the change in tempo.



Suddenly Jennifer began to gasp, girlishly whimpering as the situation became too much for her to stay in control. She was doing two guys at once – a fantasy she had always assumed would never happen the day she made her marriage vows. As Steve thrust she felt herself shudder with delight and then jerk violently, as her pussy tightened and a sudden, violent orgasm swept through her. “Aaargh! Oh, fuck!!!” The cry came not from the horny woman, whose mouth was too filled with cock to say anything more complicated than a single syllable; but from Steve, who in response to her climax had emptied his load into her hot pussy.



The men cheered and clapped. But Ben was far from allowing the girl respite. “Nice. I think I want that treatment!” Steve rolled aside as Jennifer climbed off his sagging member, but Ben had already placed himself on the ground in front of her. “I ain’t been inside your pussy yet, gal. I want Adam to see you fuck me, too.”



Without a word, and still shaking from her orgasm, Jennifer climbed onto Ben’s impressive body. His cock’s journey into her sexy figure was lubricated by Steve’s cum. “Hey!” Ben cried out to the onlookers. “Somebody should make use of that mouth, she’s fucking good with it!”



Jennifer began to grind her hips as Ben’s cock moved inside her. She was surprised at how much it turned her on to hear herself discussed like a sex doll. And sure enough one guy, a dark haired middle-aged man named James, to whom she had barely spoken, stepped forward. She touched his hard cock for a second and then took him into her mouth obediently.



With her situation resumed with a changed lineup of men, Jennifer was again getting into a very messy double-fuck. She was starting to see sparks now as the James began to thrust rudely at her mouth while Ben pounded her pussy. She was aware of emitting gurgling noises, which only seemed to please the crowd. Ben, it seemed would be able to make use of her for some time yet, and James was just getting started.



Then she heard Jack’s voice again, stern and commanding, yet with good humor. “Shame to see that ass go to waste. Ain’t anybody gonna take it?” Her round ass was still quivering from Ben’s fucking, as he slowed his pace to see whether there were any takers.



There was one. Brian, a younger friend of Andy’s who had earlier seemed pleasant and welcoming, emerged from the crowd stroking himself. “Rock and roll,” he laughed. Ben and Steve stopped fucking, even popping their cocks out of her for a second. There was a little uncertainty at how to manage the proposition, it seemed; however, Jack seemed to know what to do.



“Ben, get back in her,” he directed. Jennifer had raised her ass into the air obediently and expectantly, but now lowered herself a little, letting out a gentle whimper as Ben penetrated her once more. “OK,” Jack continued. “Now Jen, you bend forward a little… ok, stop. Brian, grab that perfect ass and pull her apart. She’s still lubricated in there from our friend Jeff.” Gently, Brian did as he was told. “Now do it slowly. You both gotta time it so you find the right angle.”



Jennifer squealed as she felt Brian’s cock at the entrance to her tight back hole. But Ben was right: she was still smeared with enough lubricant. The head of his cock popped easily inside. “Nice,” Jack said. He was watching intently, savoring the sight of Jennifer bent forward with two cocks inside her. “How’s that feel, Jen?”



Jennifer let out a deep groan, and the men laughed. She was covered in sweat now, with globs and dried smears of various men’s’ cum on her thighs, breasts, face and ass. She glanced up, looking around for Adam, a look of pure sultry delight on her face. Jack instructed Brian to make a push deeper and as he did so Ben braced himself against the movement. She could feel Brian sliding, slowly but smoothly, deeper into her ass. Just as both men paused, she located the intent gaze of her husband: his face was one of pure concentration on the spectacle unfolding before him, and from the jerking motion he was making with his right hand, there was no mistaking what he was doing.



“Nice,” Jack said. “Now you both have fun… gently at first, you guys!” Ben gave a groan of affirmation and began to fuck Jennifer with a short, jerking motion at first. She wailed loudly as Brian joined him with a longer, ploughing stroke, pushing his way rudely right up her ass.



Jennifer had never experienced a fucking like it: the intense pleasure that came from having both holes filled and relentlessly fucked was more than she could have imagined. After a minute she began to wail wildly, drawing a roar of approval, claps, whoops and cheers from the watching men. Her groans became deeper, but her expression never changed from the look of pure amazed delight at what was being done to her. She began to groan deeply as the men settled into a combined fucking pattern: first Ben would thrust upwards and back, then as he withdrew, Brian would plough forwards. Jennifer’s ass was red and used, quivering helplessly as she bent forward and back, taking the two-directional pounding. Her cries were growing in volume, leaving no man there in any doubt as to how much pleasure she was experiencing. In response to Jennifer’s abandoned cries, Jack called out. “Hey James, you oughta plug that mouth, she’s gettin’ loud!”



The look of astonishment on Jennifer’s face grew more pronounced as James began to slap his erection against her cheek. As she bucked forward in response to Brian’s insistent reaming, he slipped it inside her O-shaped mouth. Jennifer began to suck, but a salvo of quick thrusts from Ben caused her to lose control as she gasped helplessly; and in response at her failed attempt, James began to fuck her mouth. Jennifer’s hot, curvy, glistening body bucked wildly as her mouth, pussy and ass were fucked at will by the three horny men surrounding her. The watching crowd drew closer, not wanting to miss a stroke; but Jennifer was past noticing any of them now, even Adam, as she closed her eyes and muffled groans accompanied a series of short, but multiple orgasms that failed to jerk any of the three cocks out of her.



“Now that’s how you do it,” Jack chuckled as Jennifer gasped for air, opening her mouth wider with a cock still inside her, gurgling as slobber and pre-cum mixed on her chin. As Jennifer opened her eyes, she saw a second cock pushing toward her face; and without waiting even to glance up to see the man’s face, she let James go and instinctively began sucking that cock instead. Her hand clasped James and tugged, reassuring him that she’d be back; and, even as Ben and Brian resumed their double-fucking, she moved back to James, while giving the unknown new cock an impromptu hand-job.



Suddenly, the motion of the cock in her ass grew more frantic, and Jennifer braced herself, expecting his climax; sure enough, Brian groaned loudly as she felt his cock twitching. Deep inside her sore ass, she felt the gooey warmth of his cum as it shot out of his pulsing dick. Jennifer gasped in surprise at the pleasure she felt from the intimate feeling of having her well-fucked ass filled with his hot seed, feeling the hot sticky liquid squelch around inside her abused hole as he plumbed her with his twitching cock, leaking further cum into her. For a moment Ben stopped fucking her pussy, allowing Brian time to finally withdraw, before resuming his grinding into the horny, writhing woman.



Jennifer straightened and returned to the new cock which had been presented to her mouth. Her ass was gaping, stinging and sore, with cum trailing out of her and sticking to her buttocks; but with that cock gone, she was able to concentrate on pleasing the men before her. She turned to the new cock’s owner and glanced up lustily. She still didn’t know his name, but began to suck anyway as she bounced on Ben’s hot rod.

As I stated in “Ideal Day One” there are many “ideal” days when one thinks about the various ways one can have sex with his or her partner. Following along on that theme, I give you a version of what might be “Ideal” if I was allowed to pleasure my wife as I wanted, any time I wanted.



I had been anticipating today for over a month, ever since we had discussed the possibility and she had agreed to go along with it for one day. Today is the day I get to play with her any way I want, at any time, and she has to agree. There is to be no complaining, no telling me no, she is to simply do as I ask sexual wise, according to the guidelines we had agreed upon.



I could use any of the toys we own (or might get between the time we talked and the day comes around), any way they are designed to be used, I can have her wear what I desire, but it cannot be outside the house if it is not something she would normally not wear in public. An example is that she would not wear a mini skirt or a bikini, etc. since she would not wear those any other time.



Since I’m always horny, starting out that way in the morning was nothing new, being able to do something about it was, while not necessarily out of the realm of being done, it was not the norm. Too many possibilities were going through my head, but I decided to start out slow, or as slow as my horny state would allow, and just finger her to orgasm while she was on her knees on the bed, straddling my chest and facing my feet. That way I get to see her pussy up close to watch her lips open up and the juices start flowing. Nothing makes me harder than seeing her clit all hard and slick while I’m playing with her.



It only took a few minutes before I had her climaxing and sliding down to lay on my legs while recovering from her orgasm. While she was there with her ass facing me I reach back for the lube and find the smallest butt plug we own to hand to her. While I could put it in, I would rather watch her do so, and it’s my day.



Although she does not normally allow me to use a butt plug on her, she only hesitates a bit, knowing she agreed to this, and that I won’t force her if she does not want to do so. I get to watch as the slender plug slowly slips into place with only the little curved part to keep it from going too deep, showing. Once in place I have her get up and put on a pair of thong panties I had her purchase for just this occasion. Without the thong to hold it in place the plug will eventually slip out and we don’t want that. She has never worn a thong before (I like them more than regular underwear) so the combination of the thong and the butt plug should keep her thinking about sex until I am ready for whatever I decide to do next.



The first thing is to have breakfast. Deciding on French toast I mix up the batter and start cooking while she digs out the butter, jam and other things we will need to accompany the meal. This means she has to bend over as well as reach high on the shelves to reach things. One way I get to see her ass in the thong, while her breasts sway nicely and the other I get to see her breast pull up and swing as she reaches up.



Because I have used a but plug for many years I know that she will not like to have it in for very long this first time. After breakfast we return to the bedroom for more sex. Leaning her over the bed I have her leave the thong on and pull it aside to play with her clit and pussy so that it will continue to hold the plug in place. When I have her hot enough she is humping against my fingers and raising her ass in the air, I remove the thong underwear and move into position behind her, reaching down to spread her pussy lips wide so my cock will slide in easily. While I get used to the feeling of her pussy around my cock I have her reach under herself to play with her clit. Soon she is humping against me as she gets more and more excited. Any movement of my cock and I can feel the butt plug in her ass, making it harder than normal for me to hold off my own climax. What is not expected is that when I am pushing my deepest in to her pussy, I also push the plug deeper into her ass, which makes her moan with each thrust. Soon the combination of her work on her clit, the feeling of the butt plug in her ass, and my cock ramming deep into her, causes us both to climax.



Climbing onto the bed on our sides, I leave my cock in her pussy until it is so soft that it falls out on its own. My cock is followed shortly by the plug as she relaxes. While we are cleaning ourselves and the butt plug, our dogs start bugging us, they are long over due for their morning walk.



The walk will give me time to recover anyway, so I put on a pair of thong underwear and my sweat pants while she dresses in a skirt with button front blouse but I have her go without a bra or underwear. There is a big empty lot right behind the house and we seldom if ever meet anyone else out there even though we live in town.



After we return I have her stand and face me, holding her skirt up out of the way, while I play with her pussy again until she cums. Moving so she is kneeling in the recliner I fuck her from behind while playing with her breasts and nipples. This time I am able to control the pace a bit more and move through several different tempos. First I move slowly so I can feel my cock being gripped by her pussy as I reach full depth. When that starts feeling too good, I change so when my cock is about half way in; I then thrust hard, making her breasts swing while my balls hit her pussy from behind. Building speed I am soon fucking her hard while pulling back on her hips to keep us in rhythm. Soon this is too much and I shoot into her pussy while she pushes back against me, making sure I’m as deep as possible.



Lunch is fixed with me wearing only my tee shirt while she is wearing her skirt, with her blouse open so I can enjoy the view of her wonderful breasts. Unable to resist the temptation I take one of the ice cubes I’m getting for my tea and rub it on her nipples, making them hard. Moving lower I then rub the ice on her pussy, something we have done before and found fun. Because we just had sex there is no way I have recovered enough to put both the ice cube and my cock in her pussy, something we have not tried for a long time.



Needing time to recover, we use the afternoon to go for a drive in the mountains. Once underway I have her pull her skirt up to show me her pussy. After turning onto a forest road I have her unbutton her blouse and take off her bra (she insisted on that until we got off the highway) so I can watch her breasts bounce in time to the rough road.



Because so far the only thing we have done that we would not normally do was the butt plug I have her reach into the console where I have stored the new toy I purchased just for this drive. I have her put in the dildo while we are driving so she will be ready when we find a secluded place to stop. What I didn’t tell her is that the dildo is a wireless remote control model. Once it is in place I wait a few minutes before pushing the button, this makes her jump and sigh at the same time. Of the several different variations of speed and rhythm I find the one that makes her squirm the most and leave it on until I can tell she is about to climax before shutting it off. A few more miles down the road, even with the bumps that make the dildo move in her pussy, she has calmed down again and we find a nice spot to pull into the trees where we won’t be seen by anyone that might drive past our location.



As the pickup dies, I push the button again and reach over to play with her nipples while the dildo does its magic in her pussy. Getting out and walking around the pickup, I open her door and place her feet on the sides of the door so she her pussy is fully exposed to me and Mother Nature. Changing the speed control to a slower rate I start fucking her pussy with the dildo and playing with her clit until she is humping and matching me thrust for thrust. To prolong the session I shut off the vibration and have her hand me the small butt plug and her thong again. With both the butt plug and dildo safely in place, I put the larger butt plug in my own ass, safely held in place by my thong, increasing my own sensations.



Pulling aside her thong I turn the dildo on to its max setting before telling her to fuck her cunt with it while I watch. Soon she is humping on the seat, playing with her clit before holding her pussy lips open so I can watch her squirt when she climaxes. As she calms down I turn off the vibrations, allowing her to relax but insist she continue to slowly push the dildo in and out of her cunt.



Once she has calmed down some, I pull the dildo out of her pussy and fill it with my rock hard cock in one quick move. Because she is so wet and I’m so horny from watching her fuck herself with the dildo I cum almost before my cock is fully in her pussy. With her butt plug still in place it adds to my sensations as well as hers. My own butt plug pulls deeper into my ass as I climax.



Wiping ourselves clean, but leaving my butt plug in place and putting the dildo back in her pussy (I do let her take out her butt plug) we get back in the pickup and head for home to eat dinner and recover before the next session.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This was written as a joke in response to being woken up by my lover who was, well, in midst of — uhm — the deed … all unbeknownst to me. I woke up all kind of confused and I slapped him (kinda hard). He was all indignant, then got all spooked and apologized (ahem, after we’d finished), stating he thought it would be cute to wake me up like that. Entitlement is a funny thing at 4:30am though.



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It’s okay if they don’t fight back, he recited to himself feeling the limp body over his shoulder and his growing erection straining against his acid washed, Guess jean waist. He hefted her weight over his shoulder and she flopped down on the table groaning incoherently. She mumbled something about the metal lamps overhead being shiny as he stretched her left leg over the stirrup and strapped it in, only to do a half turn and repeating with the other leg in relevant silence. She was naked already except for a blanket that he had wrapped around her but it now failed to protect her exposed sex. As any good boyfriend would have done, he had wrapped her to protect her modesty but now was no time for modesty. The breeding was to begin.



Tyler — at least what he’d decided to call himself here — really did love her but knew, deep down, that their mutual love for each other was dangerous. When he began to mistake their love making for a real human relationship it was time to impregnate, imprison and move on. She had no free will under the power of his race. Sure, he was hominid but his race was long dying and their time tables had shifted to a matter of priorities verses sensibility. Offspring were important to the tribal leaders than love or emotion, just as were the female vessels they needed to conceive their young and no woman had been born to his people since the Great Tainting. It was earth’s women that held the key to their survival. They were the queens of tomorrow; willing or not.



Adele was the prime of that type, a young black haired and blue eyed beauty with great lineage, prime in her health, well-educated and perfect in all the many ways he needed her to be. Her figure was chiseled and yet accented with fine curves that in the fleshy-tan of her body, soaked only in the bright Hawaii sun, she was a marvel to behold. And, yet, her fated quality was that she was alone. Having left her comfortable nest, two thousand miles away from home, and working long hours to live in paradise, it had taken him months to even land a date with her, months to court her, and now he was going to reap his wild reward.



Her birth control he’d sabotaged with sugar pills and he’d been cooking dinner for weeks, priming her with enough hormones to stimulate the ovulation he needed. At night he’d prick her very gently for a drop of blood off from her finger while she slept under his hypnotic gaze and tonight he knew she was ovulating.



Tonight she’d get no choice, and he grieved for that fact, that she was another missing person poster amongst a mass of nobodies. But her reality would change. It was a price the best had to pay and he was no longer capable of empathy when the ends truly justified his means.



He shifted around her, opening the blanket and exposing her breasts in his ship’s operations room. Very coldly he conducted his prep business, as he made his logs and adjusted her. Then he undressed.



Cold hard muscle crawled out of his layers of clothes, linking each frame of his body in smooth transition to the next. By the time he’d stripped to his boxers his erection was shifting up out of the elastic waist band like a big purple flare, the second head, which fell just above his testes was smaller, but it was meant to stimulate the anus as well. He was not small; but she’d taken him before — although he’d never exposed his dual genitalia to her.



He stepped forwards and took a side instrument, a long and slender colon cleaner, and he used a lube bottle’s contents to prepare it liberally. He took some excess and he found her anus with his finger, very gently applying pressure and lubricating the opening. When pleased with that he took the soft but firm head of the contraption and very easily slipped it into her.



She gasped and her head lurched up, blue eyes rolling with a, “Please…” But her protest was cut short by a long stare and a bead of sweat formulated on his forehead.



Adele was as strong willed woman, but not strong enough as the head if the chrome-shimmering machine popped past her sphincter and was announced with a pleasurable groan out of Adele. Using a hand pressurizer he expanded the side bulbs in the contraption to lock it in place as she wriggled in her restraints. Then he clicked on the water.



It took a few moments before the pain hit her, as her bowels flooded with a soapy water mixture. As quick as it hit, it fell away with the pleasure of being able to pass the water while he drained her bowels.



For fifteen minutes he proceeded to repeat the procedure, until he was satisfied to her cleanliness and the state of arousal at the enema process compelled. Finally he released the pressure knot inside, withdrew the instrument, and set it back to its compartment. His own fluids, now dribbling out the head of his penis, coated his shafts and balls. He wanted to take her and the pheromones produced let him know she was ripe and ready at such a response.



First he slipped in two of his fingers into the folds of her labia, working them slowly upwards to feel the glands respond.



She shot up, “NO!” Her eyes dilating rapidly as she screamed and thrashed. He withdrew his fingers suddenly and felt her buck under him. He gritted his teeth realizing she was aware of his assault.



Guilt and shame shot through his being and his lips quivered. His hesitation was enough of a tell but his pride and his mission were of more potent strength. This could not fail.



“I am so sorry, Adele. I love you — I do. But to be together is impossible. You have to bear the burden of being chosen; I’ve tainted you. No man, no other man can give you a family. I’ve had you Adele, I’ve made your body change in great ways,” he held her thrashing frame down at the waist and his arms coiled around her then, up her ribs and cradled her neck. “I’m not here of this world, love.”



He shot a look at her that put her back down hard in the physical paralyzed state again but her eyes still shifted and watered as she focused on him.



“Listen,” he growled, guilt and frustration trembled in his intonation, but moreover he was inwardly amazed at her resilience. “I found you. You are mine for the sake of my peoples. Don’t forget that I love you but my burdens are your burdens now.”



Tyler gave no time for her to respond as she started shifting again. He first positioned his main shaft and slammed it into her causing her to gasp. He was big and knew how to use it against any woman. She clamped down over him like a vice grip and he shifted his arm under her as he withdrew slightly. This time her asshole, resolved to the previous assault, opened just enough to wedge the head in and then he bucked his hips forward causing Adele to scream. There was no patience or slowness this time. He began assaulting both holes without mercy and with great physical enjoyment.



The mental anguish he experienced was more than he really could stand though. Her eyes plead with him for a general explanation and her body, yet, betrayed the fact she was in love with him still. The passion and fire shot through her only to be soured in confusion and a frustrating inability as his mind and a bunch of straps kept her locked to the procedural table.



She cringed and her eyes flickered at him, but she truly felt the pang of sex run deep up her spine warping her mind to how deep he always went, how big he was and how fantastic sex had always felt with him. Even now he betrayed her and it still felt the same awesome pleasure. It raced across her inner thighs and her nipples rippled in hardening shock. Although the emotional violation sent her reeling and rage kept her ability to break through to him, she still loved this strange man in his confusing and mad antics.



Adele’s own hips bucked back against him spontaneously — but not trying to rhythmically merge their thrusts. No, she was trying to escape the metal table, the leg stirrups and the mind hold he had over her.



She offered herself to him – offered her love to him, her life, her feelings, her emotions. Was it a mistake?, she wondered. Each thrust confused her more just as his own mind-control over her slipped away in the throes of his love making — or was it still a breeding? — he shuddered and she shuddered against him. Their conjoined orgasm was building to a powerful crescendo. The tempo increased as she felt the sliding of his massive dual organ press home into her. When he thrust the final time she cried out while his concentration snapped away from him.



They writhed together an she grabbed for his face, her lips latching onto his for a split second and she felt her belly contract as his seed bed down into her womb with immeasurable force and a different type of physical bliss. For a few moments the orgasms kept coming — harder and faster than anything she’d ever felt in her life. It was spontaneous, wonderful and a beautiful in a bizarre way.



When she looked at his face, a spinning whirl of emotional distress, she ran her hand across his cheek to mop up the tears he bled.



She loved him. She really did. That was why forgiveness bled out of her being for even this type of action — a seemingly great big betrayal. Granted, he deserved a punishment for all of it… So she picked her hand off his wet cheek and swatted him across his face. The clap it made echoed in the big star ship walls and then a glow of red instantly charred his pale features.



He looked shocked and then his face furrowed as her grinning face glared up at him. With a sigh she simply said, “You could’ve just ASKED.”

*** As the writer of this story, I personally decided to write this as something to write for fun and it occurred to me that I haven’t seem many other stories on here that had this sort of stuff in it, so I decided to post it. I’m sorry if this offends some of you, because its different.***



Ever so slowly, he turned the knob to our bedroom door. He knew I was sleeping and didn’t want to wake me, but I was already awake, unable to sleep in his absence. I decided to feign rest and waited for him to undress and brush his teeth in the bathroom. I took this time to think about the night I’ve had so far. My mind drifted from my morning yoga class to my lunch date with my best friend. Eventually I thought about the moment I remember the most vividly of all, my husband coming home from work.



The bathroom door opened and I pretended to be asleep, waiting on him to get into bed and pull the covers over us both, but as the seconds ticked by, I heard his footsteps cease, but noticed that he wasn’t anywhere near his side of the bed. I squinted my eyes and to my amazement, in the little bit of light flooding from the bathroom, I saw that he was standing not far away from my bedside table, about to open the front drawer.



My eyes widened in shock and awe as I saw him pull out my smallest pink vibrator that I haven’t ever used before. I got it as a souvenir from a friend’s bachelorette party and found it too small for my tastes. As I continued to observe my husband, he turned the device on, testing the batteries, I guess. He closed his eyes, starting to run the vibrator across his wrist, then moving it to his chest, stopping right before he touched his right nipple.



He turned and walked back towards the bathroom, turning the vibrator off, but taking it with him. He closed the bathroom door behind him. The wonder and mystery started to creep into my mind, making me curious of what he was doing in there. I slowly began to get out of bed, tiptoed across the floor and stopped in front of the bathroom door. I noticed that he didn’t leave the door locked and a plan began to formulate in my mind.



I heard the sound of the vibrator being turned on again from my listening point behind the door. Since I couldn’t tell what was going on, I decided to slowly crack open the door, hoping he wouldn’t notice it or me behind it. The door thankfully didn’t make a sound as it opened just a few inches, revealing to me the most interesting sight I’ve seen in a long time.



My husband was standing in front of the full length mirror beside the shower, completely naked except for the pair of boxer briefs he had been wearing. The vibrator was in his hands and he was running it across various portions of his body slowly and sensually. I never knew my husband could take such care with something so sexual, yet he wasn’t doing anything sexual at all, from what I’ve seen.



My husband soon made a liar of me as he slowly began running the vibrator over his small erect nipples. I could see the pleasure on his face as he carefully began circling one and then moving over and lightly touching the tip of the other. Then, things started getting more interesting. I glanced down at my husband’s boxer briefs and noticed an erection beginning to form.



My excited eyes went from his boxers to his face again and noticed that his handsome eyes were open again, staring at his own reflection move the vibrator across his own body. Leaving his nipples, he trailed the vibrator down his sternum, stopping on his abdomen a second, to enjoy it, but then trailing even further down to the elastic band of his boxer briefs.



I was so ecstatic to see him enjoying himself that I looked down at my own body, getting a little aroused myself. I gracefully placed my finger inside the elastic of my panties, exploring the insides, trailing further down to the edge of my pussy lips. I slightly parted them, feeling the rush of cool air on my wetness, enjoying it as my other hand found its way into my panties, touching my throbbing clit. I had to stifle a slight moan as my finger did its magic.



As my hands were moving around in my panties, my husband began to open the elastic of his boxer briefs and began to free his rock hard cock from his pants. I secretly wondered what made him so hard so suddenly. My eyes widened as I saw him run the vibrator up and down his long shaft, moving the tip of the vibrator side to side as he went.



I let go of my pussy lips with my right hand and began to play with the opening of my vagina, teasing my body into really wanting what my hands were willing to give. As I slowly dipped my finger inside my vagina, my jaw dropped. My husband was beginning to put the vibrator on the underside of his cock and also began stroking his shaft with his other hand, slowly and purposely.



I decided that I had enough watching him and wanted to take action. So I started opening the door carefully, as to not arouse his attention. His eyes were closed, so I slowly took one careful step at a time until I was right behind him. My arms wrapped around his stomach and I felt him tense under my touch, but he continued what he was doing.



My hands trailed across his chest, running my fingernails across his abdominal muscles, upwards towards his upper chest. I pressed my fingers into his nipples, moving them from side to side. I felt a small moan rumble in his chest. He pulled the vibrator away from his erection and turned to me, facing me for the first time that night. I gave him my sexiest “come hither” face. He took a step towards me, but I took a step backwards, quickly grabbing the vibrator from his hands, dashing towards the bedroom.



He slowly walked out of the bathroom and peered at me through the doorway, soaking up my body with his eyes as I ran and leaped onto the bed. I playfully twiddled the vibrator between my fingers, teasing him with it. Walking out the bathroom door, my beautifully naked husband stood at the edge of the bed, erect cock sticking out towards me. At this point, I had another idea.



I crawled across the bed, vibrator in my mouth, and stopped about ten inches from the head of his dick. I placed my butt on the top of the bed and sat straight in front of him, towards the edge of the bed. Turning the vibrator back on, I slowly run it across his chest, like he did earlier, but this time, I applied more pressure. He moaned louder than before and told me to press the vibrator even harder on his skin.



I placed my lips inches from the head of his cock again, sticking my tongue out teasingly. He placed his hand on the back of my head lightly, urging me to move further with my tongue. I obliged after a few more teasing movements of my tongue, savoring the taste of the precum emerging from the tip. As my mouth licks around the head of his dripping cock, I place the vibrator against his balls, running it across them, around the bottom, and then putting pressure on the skin between his balls and butt hole. He moaned loudly and put more pressure on his hand behind my head. I placed the whole tip of his now-throbbing cock in my mouth. As another moan escaped his lips when I put more pressure on the vibrator, another idea surfaced.



I pulled my mouth away from his dick and the vibrator from the back of his balls. He gave me a questioning look, but I smiled reassuringly. My hand began creeping towards my already wet panties and began pulling them off. Once I was naked, I placed the vibrator at the opening of my vagina and my pointer finger of my other hand on my clit. As the vibrator went in, I pressed as hard as I could on my clit, causing my vaginal muscles to spasm a moment, and stop. I continued touching myself and working the vibrator in and out of my vagina, my breathing starting to get heavier and heavier. Suddenly I felt the beginnings of an orgasm begin to surface. I arch my back, picking it up off the bed as I felt the vibrator getting more and more slick as it dug into my pussy.



Once the orgasm subsided, I sat back up and started pushing the vibrator in and out of my very wet pussy, making sure the vibrator got nice and wet. My husband gave me another questioning look, and I placed my face inches from his dripping wet cockhead again. This time, I placed my wet vibrator at the entrance of his butt cheeks and looked up at him, silently asking him to go further. Surprisingly, he nodded his approval.



I carefully placed one hand on one buttcheek and pulled it gently to the side. The vibrator buzzed softly as I placed the very wet tip at the entrance to my husband’s anus. I looked up at him one more time for approval and he nodded again. I pushed the vibrator gently inside him, an inch at a time. Thankfully, he moaned in ecstasy more than pain, and I turned the vibrator up a notch, to heighten the intensity for him.



I placed my mouth on the head of his penis again as I pushed and pulled the vibrator in and out. His moans were becoming louder and louder and his breath was getting shorter as I moved my tongue across the head and along the shaft. Once his moans started turning into small screams, I placed his whole cock in my mouth, taking as much as possible. He knew to grab the back of my head and start pushing his hips slightly into my mouth, causing the vibrator to go in and out of him when I held it still.



Finally, I felt his cock beginning to swell in my mouth, causing me to gag a little, but I knew that this meant he’s about to cum. I began moving the vibrator in and out faster and faster, digging into the spot he was responding more to. Then, I felt the cum beginning to squirt out of him, into my mouth and down my throat. What didn’t go down, I caught with my mouth, licking the head and shaft, making sure I got all of it.



Pulling out the vibrator, I turned it off and kissed my husband hard on the lips. Once we pulled away, he thanked me and told me that tomorrow will be my special night. I have all day to think about it and the though alone turned me on, but I’ll have to wait and see. I laid myself down on my side of the bed and drifted into a deep sleep with a smile on my face.

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