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A husband wants to know where all the white women in his conservative suburban town really go at night (NOT knitting circles and gin rummy!)



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Rick’s wife Dina goes out nights and doesn’t come back until late – looking disheveled. She says she’s going to crochet and knitting circles or Tupperware parties or girl movie night or scrapbooking or Oprah book club night. But she always comes back so late and always seems so beat and exhausted, never even saying a word to him, just collapsing asleep. And she often stinks really bad, not taking a shower until the morning after sleeping in a while.



One night he follows her to see what’s really going on. She drives through the bad area of town and parks on the street. She walks down a block and down an alley. He doesn’t want to be seen, so he stays back and watches from a distance with his binoculars. As he waits he sees lots of other women from his neighborhood – his kids’ teacher, Miss Applebottom, their Church organist, the librarian, the cheerleading squad, his wife’s sister, their babysitter, etc., etc. He thinks maybe she’s telling the truth, after all, it is all women, but why drive so far out of the way to such a risky place?



He falls asleep in the car and is woken up in the morning by a basketball bouncing off his windshield. He’s harassed by a bunch of black guys and drives off. Looking down the alley, he sees nothing down there at all.



One day he accidentally finds rumpled up, stained slutty clothes stuffed in her bag she brings with her, instead of yarn and needles. He confronts her and asks what’s really going on.



She gives in and says, okay, she’ll tell him the truth. But she can’t describe it to him, she has to show it to him for him to understand. He says “let’s go”. She says it’s only open at night and there’s one other catch – only women are allowed in. But, she says, he’s always been a slim, kind of feminine guy, just an inch or two shorter than her and clean-shaven. She says they could take the day to go out and buy him some clothes and he could pass as a woman.



They spend the day shopping for clothes, she makes him try on really slutty stuff, g-strings and crotchless panties, picks out a wig for him, does him in really tacky make-up, pumps, a push-up bra, etc.



That night they head out. She takes him down the back alley, but they don’t go into any of the buildings. Then they turn the corner and he’s shocked at what he sees. Tons of anonymous black guys lined up in the alley doing all sorts of horrendous things to all the white women from his neighborhood that he saw before.



One woman recognizes Rick’s wife and walks over. To Rick’s horror, he recognizes her as Peggy, his boss from the bank he works at! He wants to run and hide, certain he’ll be recognized, but his wife holds him there. Peggy walks over, kisses Dina and asks who the new girl is that’s with her, sizing Rick up lewdly. Dina lies and says Rick (or, as she calls him, “Rachel”) is her friend from out of town and that it’s her first time. Peggy smiles and says he’s a lucky girl and calls Luke over, the ringmaster.



Dina explains to Rick that this is what the ladies call “Mandingo Row” – the black guys call it “Nigga Alley”. White women come here to be used and abused in anonymous, dirty, back alley sex. Luke comes over and Dina tells him that this is her “cousin” visiting from out of town and that “she likes it rough”. She pushes Rick to his knees and makes him suck Luke’s cock until he cums down his throat.


My real estate business was going well, and I was in Hong Kong for a few days, meeting a client from the United States that was about to construct a multi-storey apartment building in town. There were three companies competing for the tender to sell the apartments, and I felt confident because I had worked with this client before. His name was Trent, and he was a little older than me, aged in his mid-fifties, and was married with two grown up children.



The background to the rest of the story is that I, at age 46, was married to Steve, and work in my own real estate business which I purchased from my former boss, Al. I am tall, blonde and still have nice bouncy boobs and a curvaceous arse. I like to fuck, but in recent months have been trying not to play outside my marriage too much, preferring to fuck Steve as often as he is willing.



I was, in my hotel room, having arrived the day before. The meeting was tomorrow, and I decided to go shopping to find something new and classy to wear. Two hours later, I was in the spa in my room, sipping on some champagne and eating some strawberries when my mobile rang. It was Steve.



“Hi baby. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I’m sorry we can’t be together, but I promise I’ll make it up to you when you get home, ok?”



We chatted a while and I promised him I would be a ‘good girl’ on this trip, and would save myself for his surprise when I got home.



The next morning, after showering and dressing in my new outfit, I went down to enjoy a buffet breakfast before heading downtown to the meeting. As I sipped on my coffee and ate a Danish, I looked round the restaurant and noticed a young couple about ten metres away. They appeared to be on their honeymoon. He was a dark skinned guy with amazing white teeth, and she was asian, from Japan I guessed, as he skin was pure white and her hair jet black. They were a striking couple, and I smiled to myself at the thought of my own honeymoon all those years ago, when Steve and I had been in Bali and I had worn the see-through white swimsuit in the pool and ended up fucking three other men on my very own honeymoon!



Aaaah, those were the days, when we were wild, crazy and fucked like rabbits.



Soon after I was in a cab on the way to meet Trent, and as I climbed from the cab onto the street, I checked my appearance in the windows and smiled. My classic black high heels were classy, yet provocative, with their five inch heels. My red satin blouse was flashy yet sophisticated, and the buttons were undone just enough to flash the black lace of my push-up bra, highlighting my boobs. My black boned jacket completed the outfit, and I had chosen to put my hair up in a bun, completing the look with some brand new Chanel earrings as a birthday treat for myself.



I was met in the foyer by a young asian woman who introduced herself as Ayumi, Trent’s personal assistant, and we made our way to the penthouse level of the building. At the top we got out and walked down a short corridor into a massive open space, featuring glass all the way around, giving amazing views of Hong Kong harbour and the city. Trent greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I flushed at the memory of the one night we had spent together. I was ravenous that night and ended up begging this American stud to push his small cock into my tight arse as he was not really pleasing me much with his fucking. I was embarrassed as I thought back to that night, but kept my composure, hoping my sexual kinks would not have a negative effect on my ability to win the contract.



I was the last to arrive for the meeting, and as we sat in the leather chairs round the conference table, Trent made introductions. I was the only one who had chosen to come and tender for the contract alone. The other two companies were represented by five people in total. David and Candy were joint partners from a firm in Sydney, and they were hoping to break into the Melbourne market by securing this contract. The other company was a firm from Singapore, and they had three men, all very formal and business-like. One was a sales agent, Stuart; the second the lawyer, Toshi, and finally there was Yanaka, the owner of the company, and a much older man than the rest of the people at the meeting. I thought it unusual that the owner himself would attend a business meeting, but was to learn later that he was very much a ‘hands-on’ type of owner.



Trent began by explaining the details of the property that we had all received by email, before going over the process for selecting the successful company to handle the sale of the apartments. It was a process I was familiar with, and I sat quietly, my eyes wandering the room assessing the competition.



When finished, Trent gave each of us the chance to present, and I have to admit, whilst a little nervous in front of the strangers, my competitors, I was quietly confident of winning the tender.



The meeting last about two hours, and as we finished, Trent said his goodbyes and wished us all well. I made my way back to the hotel, removing my clothes and showering as I was a little hot from the meeting and needed to freshen up before deciding what to do with the rest of the evening.



In the shower I was playing with my boobs, pinching and fondling my nipples, when my mobile rang. I stopped playing with myself, dried off and wearing only a towel, picked up the phone to check who the missed call was from. It was Trent.



I dialled his number as some water dripped off my thighs onto the carpet.



“Hi Trent. Sorry I missed your call. I was in the shower, honey.”



“Ooh, now that sounds tempting!” he said, flirting with me!



I had promised Steve I would be a good girl, so I decided to play straight.



“I was wondering what you were up to for dinner tonight? I’m in town alone and thought it might be nice to have a gorgeous woman to escort around town if you’re interested.”



“Hmm, well, I seem to recall last time you made me an offer like that we ended up being very naughty! But dinner sounds nice.”



“Ok, great,” he said, “I’ll pick you up round eight. Wear something nice because the place I’m taking you is sort of formal, ok?”



“Formal?” I asked. “Well, lucky I bought something suitable then isn’t it? See you at eight.”



I spent the next couple of hours just relaxing, and by the time the room phone buzzed, announcing Trent was there to pick me up, I was quite hungry. I was wearing a simple black cire gown with red roman gladiator stiletto sandals for maximum effect, and had my blonde hair down, with matching bright red lipstick.



The dress was just slightly see-through when light was behind it, and as it was completely form fitting, I had chosen not to wear a bra, but simply a tiny little Wicked Weasel thong on my bottom, as it highlighted my buns. If I’d been in the mood to ‘play’ I would have left the thong off altogether, but my promise to Steve was fresh in my mind and I was planning to be a good girl, have dinner and then fly home the next afternoon and wait to see if I was successful with the tender, before fucking my husband’s brains out, win or lose!



As I exited the elevator into the foyer, my heels clicked on the Italian tiled floor, and I noticed a few eyes cast my way. I felt flattered that, at age 46 I was still able to run heads with my looks. I walked slowly on purpose, seeing Trent seated in the lounges near the revolving doors.



He stood to greet me.



“Now that is a stunning dress.” he said, making me flush with pride as I felt my nipples tingle and harden, pressing against the very thin material.



Taking me by the hand, we looked every bit the courting couple, and we headed out into the warm night air towards the car that was waiting, his chauffeur holding open the door for us.



Inside the limousine we each had a glass of champagne as we headed to the restaurant, arriving about ten minutes later.



As we entered the restaurant, Trent put his hand on the small of my back, and I tingled as his fingers paused, feeling the outline of my tiny thong. He smiled at me as we walked in, and were greeted by the waiter.



I was surprised to see that we were shown to a table with several other people already seated. Puzzled, I looked to Trent, and he smiled, then whispered in my ear, “Very important customers, babe. These are the project financiers. They wanted to meet the agent I have recommended for the tender to act on their behalf.”



I was shocked.



What Trent told me meant that his decision was already made, and that I had won the multi-million dollar tender!



I wanted to scream out in excitement, but I was aware of my surrounds. I wanted to ring Steve and tell him the great news, but Trent was starting to introduce me, and I knew the significance of the people I was meeting for the first time, given Trent’s sudden announcement seconds earlier.



Dinner was a blur, and I’m sure I had too many glasses of champagne, but I felt amazing. My mind kept racing thinking about the tender and what it meant in terms of financial windfall for my agency. As I sipped my fourth glass of champagne, I felt something brush my thigh. I looked down and noticed a hand. Next to me, the man I had been introduced to, Jason, was calmly talking to Trent across the table, but his hand was purposely now rubbing my thigh through the thin material of my dress.



I politely lifted his hand from my thigh, not wanting to attract attention. However, Jason was persistent as well as slightly rude, and a few seconds later his hand was once again on my thigh as he chatted away. I felt my face flush a little, feeling the warmth as he gently squeezed my thigh, and I shifted nervously in my seat, not wanting anyone else to see what he was doing.



Once more I removed his hand, and this time I crossed my legs as I hoped that would stop him being so naughty.



It didn’t.



Minutes later, as he turned to talk to me and asked me what I thought about the new apartments, his hand once more touched my thigh, this time delving slightly further, coming to rest in the cleft between my crossed legs.



I am sure I blushed, and as I mumbled an answer, finished off my fourth glass of champagne, I felt my nipples stiffen as Jason’s fingers began to work their way deeper, even though my long gown was stopping him from getting inside.



As we finished our dessert, a band began to play some soft music, and a few couples rose to dance. I was almost relieved when Trent asked me to join him for a celebratory dance. Jason’s hand quickly disappeared and Trent took me by the hand, and I was glad he did for I actually stumbled a little from too many champagnes!



Once on the dance floor, Trent took me gently in his arms, and I placed my own arms around his neck, as much as a balancer as anything else. He whispered in my ear as we danced.



“You look ravishing in that dress. Did you realise it is almost see-through?”



I pretended to be shocked.



“What? It is not!” I replied, my nipples now throbbing as I knew men had been watching me all night as the light from the chandelier had been casting outlines of my curves under the dress.



“You big tease! You know very well we can all see your braless boobs and amazing arse!”



I smiled and giggled a little, feeling very tipsy and rather horny. As I pressed my chest into his, I felt his hands lower to the globes of my bum right there on the dance floor. My mind went to Steve, back home, and I fantasized that he was standing behind me, about to press his own body against my arse cheeks, sandwiching me between myself and Trent.



My mind was snapped from my fantasy by the feeling of a man, a real man, not my imaginary husband, standing behind me. It was Jason.



“Mind if I cut in?” he asked Trent.



“Not at all, be my guest,” said Trent, before guiding my arms across to Jason who assumed the same position, only a little closer.



He was tall, and I found myself looking upwards as he began to talk, his hands innocently placed upon my hips at this stage.



“Trent tells me you’re quite the businesswoman.”



I blushed, pleased that Trent had described me that way to his associate.



“He also tells me you’re a wicked fuck.”



I was shocked, and my eyes must have given me away, as I pulled back from him.



He trapped me, pulling me firmly against his muscular chest, my own big boobs squashing hard against him now, my nipples aching as my senses confusion took hold.



“Relax, I am impressed. He tells me you’re the best fuck he’s ever had.”



I had no response apart from the burning sensation in my pussy as I tried to digest what he had just said



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The music stopped and we headed back to the table with the other guests.



My mind was racing. I was dying to get home to Steve, to take hold of his cock and suck it, kiss it, lick it and fuck it, but he was ten hours away by air!



“Well folks, it’s been a great day,” said Trent, standing. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get Dee back to her hotel as she has a big flight home tomorrow to share her news with her husband, Steve.”



As we all said our goodbyes, and the other owners wished me well with the sales, Trent took me by the hand and we were hailed a cab by the concierge. Just as it arrived, Jason came almost running out the door of the restaurant too.



“Mind if I join you? Trent tells me we’re staying in the same hotel!”



“Of course she doesn’t mind. Jump in,” said Trent, before we all climbed in and headed towards the hotel.



In the back of the cab it was a bit of a squash, and I was in the middle. Trent was a gentleman of course, but Jason was all over me with his hands, and his left arm he put on the back of the seat behind me, his fingers rubbing the skin of my neck as we drove along. I liked the feeling on my skin, but my mind was telling me to stay true to my husband and wait till I got home to satisfy the incredible urges that were coming from my pussy and swollen nipples.



We chatted as we drove, and thankfully, before long, we made it to the hotel.



Flustered from the close contact of being sandwiched between two men other than my husband, and Jason’s fingers on my neck tickling me all the way home, I was in need of some release. I couldn’t wait to get up to my room, ring Steve and then masturbate with him together on the phone to release the sexual tension that had built up in my loins.



The men showed me up to my room, and despite some urging by Jason and an offer of a drink by Trent, I managed to maintain my composure and decline their offers and went to my room alone. Trent and Jason decided to have a night cap in the hotel bar, and I headed to the elevator alone. Inside the elevator, I was aware of just how flushed and horny I was. I was alone, and while watching the lights head towards the 14th floor, I played with my nipples that were very hard and poking against the thin material of my dress. I actually gasped as I tweaked my right nipple and felt a surge of lust through my pussy as the sexual energy in my body took hold.



Inside my room, I peeled off my tight black dress, and then, wearing only my small thong, I decided to be a little naughty. I went into the bathroom, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and took a photo of myself pinching my right nipple and pouting. It turned me on pinching it like that, and I knew Steve would love it, so I texted him the photo, before stripping off completely and jumping into a nice hot shower.



As the water ran over my shoulders, I soaped up my big boobs and played with them, before dropping my right hand to my pussy and giving myself a good wash, before fingering myself too, noticing just how wet I was inside. I pumped three fingers in and out a few times, enjoying the feeling of heat inside my pussy, and as the water flowed down over my boobs, I closed my eyes and imagined Steve fucking me, his strong hands squeezing my tits as he pumped me from behind, just the way I liked it.



I was just about to climax in the shower, when there was a knock at my hotel room door, and I froze, my fingers still buried in my cunt.



Who could that be? What did they want? Could I ignore them and maybe they would go away?



I chose the latter course of action, but, as I stood there in the shower, the water flowing down over my fingers still buried inside my pussy, the knocking at the door came a second time.



“Dee? Are you there? It’s me, Trent. I forgot to give you the details of the tender and I don’t think I’ll be up when you leave in the morning.”



Dammit.



I pulled my fingers reluctantly from my pussy, washed my own juices off them and then turned off the water.



“Just a minute.”



Quickly grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around my body, folding the end down inside my cleavage , my hair dripping wet, and went to the door. I was flushed in the face, horny as a toad, and had just about climaxed after fingering myself in the shower seconds earlier, having sent my husband a racey photo. I hardly felt like answering the door, but given the tender with Trent was worth well over a million dollars to my agency, I knew I had to answer it.



Opening the door in my towel, water dripping off my legs and hair, I was surprised when not only Trent, but Jason too was standing there.



I was hoping Trent would just give me the envelope he was holding, but he asked if he could come in and explain the details to me, so I let them both in, trying to cover myself as best I could.



“Sorry to catch you at such an awkward time, babe.” Said Trent.



“You might be, but I’m sure not!” said Jason, “You look hot, Dee, mind if I join you when you’re finished being all business-like with Trent?”



He smiled, half joking, but his words caused my nipples to throb once more, and I felt them poking against the towelling material as his eyes cast their way up and down my entire body as I stood there.



Trent spent a few minutes going over the details with me, and then, as I stood there my pussy on fire from the earlier arousal, kissed me on the cheek, his hand patting my butt as we said our farewells. Then, Jason stood and approached, and his cocky attitude was starting to get to me. As he kissed me on the cheek, pausing a few seconds, his breath was warm against my face, and his hand pressed against my breasts in the towel, and I swear he even felt one of my erect nipples for a second.



Three minutes later, they were gone, and I was spreadeagled on the bed, my fingers buried inside my hot, wet cunt as I imagined what it might have been like to rip off my towel and fuck them both, right there and then.



Just as I approached orgasm again, my mobile phone beeped.



It was a text message back from my husband, Steve, and showed his hard cock that I knew so well, in his fist being pumped with our bed in the background. The text message said, “Horny, huh? Good! Enjoy yourself! See you soon….love, Steve.”



My mind raced. “Enjoy yourself!” Did that mean he wanted me to masturbate again? Did it mean more than that? Was he encouraging me to fuck without him being here?



My hazy, hot, aroused mind was playing tricks on me, and my fingers inside my pussy once more were rapidly causing me to approach the orgasm I was yearning so badly.



As I fell back on the pillows once more, I thrust the three fingers of my left hand back inside my pussy, and began to fuck myself to orgasm. My right hand was pinching and pulling my nipples, the way I love them to be touched during sex, and I was almost there within a minute or two..



Knock, knock.



“Fuck! What now?” I almost yelled as I was snatched from my cum yet again, my nipples red and swollen, my pussy sopping and the fingers of my left hand wet with my juices.



I grabbed the towel and covered up again, then opened the door, expecting Trent to be there telling me he had forgotten something.



It was Jason.



I wanted to kill him for snatching me from my orgasm yet again, but my body was betraying me. My mind told me to tell him to go away, but my pussy wanted him to tear off my towel and fuck the shit out of me. Steve’s text message had confused me, the alcohol had affected my judgement, and the frustration that had built up inside me all night was getting to me, so I stood there, in my towel, hair all over the place, face flushed, fingers wet from pussy juice and smelling like a women’s pussy.

“Fancy a nightcap?” he asked, holding up a bottle of really nice champagne. My Achilles heel. It was Moet Chandon, and I was actually a little thirsty from all my hard work trying to make myself cum.



“I have an early flight and I’m married, so one drink and then you have to go, ok?”



“Whatever you say, babe. I just wasn’t in the mood to sleep and seeing you in that towel like that before made my cock hard as a rock. I just had to see you one more time before you fly out tomorrow.”



He sounded almost sincere, despite the fact I knew he was there for only one reason. The thing was, I wasn’t sure I wasn’t wanting exactly the same thing!



He popped the cork and I grabbed some glasses from the mini bar, and sat down on the bed next to him as he poured.



“To you. May you sell all those fucking apartments before Christmas!”



We clinked glasses and I gulped down the frothy, cold liquid, before Jason topped up my glass again.



“Naughty. What happened to one glass?” I teased, my body relaxing a little more now as I sat there in my towel, my boobs still pressing against the towelling material.



“Well. It’s too good to waste, and I happen to know it’s your favourite. Steve told me.”



A puzzled look came over my face.



“Steve told you? When did you talk to him?” I asked, confused.



“He texted me about ten minutes ago. He said to tell you the photo looked great and to enjoy yourself.”



Now this was confusing, and very arousing at the same time. As I sat there, still wet, horny and wearing only a towel, this man I had not met before dinner that night was sipping champagne on my bed, saying that he had received a text from my husband, and, in my opinion, had almost given this stranger approval to be with me.



“How did he get your number? Do you know him?” I asked, wanting some clarification.



The champagne was getting to me again, and my whole body felt warm and fuzzy, especially my pussy and nipples



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“Trent introduced us online when we were doing reference checks for the tender applications. It’s company policy for us, so I called Steve and had a chat. He seems like a good guy. I must say, I had no idea how fucking hot you look standing in front of a mirror in just your g-string!”



He held up his phone and showed me the picture I had sent Steve earlier.



That bastard! My own husband has sent a sexy pic of me to another man!



My pussy twitched and shook at the thought, and as I gulped down the remainder of my second glass in five minutes, Jason took that as a signal of approval.



He took me by the hand, put my empty glass on the small table, and then removed my towel, very slowly from around my body. My hair was still quite wet, and I knew my nipples were really erect as I stood there, completely naked in front of this ‘almost’ stranger.



We kissed, and his tongue was hot and wet inside my own mouth as his hands explored my arse, pressing my boobs against his chest for the second time that night. However, unlike earlier on the dance floor, when I had mildly protested, this time I was like putty in his hands, begging him to ravish me and release the orgasm that had been welling inside me for an hour or more.



For a brief moment the married woman inside me took over, and I stepped back, removing his hands from my arse.



“Jason…….I…I can’t do this. I’m married, remember?”



He paused for a moment, then, with a forceful rush, he spun me round and before I had time to protest, his finger found my clit and started to rub it the way that drives me absolutely crazy.



I was his, and he knew it.



I parted my thighs slightly, encouraging him to finger me, and he took the bait. Slowly, as his right hand continued to play with my clit, his left hand dropped and two of his fingers found my sopping wet cunt, yearning for penetration.



I moaned and leaned back against his body, his mouth biting down on my neck as he almost lifted me off the floor with his fingers inside me, pumping up and down and causing my body to once again start the climb to orgasm.



I was ravenous and the thought of cheating on my husband made me even sluttier as I reached down and found his zipper, undid his pants and then stuffed my hand inside, finding his hard cock and giving the shaft a few hard strokes in my fist.



Momentarily he removed his fingers from inside me, long enough to take his pants off, and remove his shirt, before spinning me round once again, and then kissing me full on the lips again, as his hands reached down to push inside me once more.



His three fingers were now inside me, pumping slowly, as his thumb throbbed my clit and his other hand held me tightly round the waist. I was putty in his hands as he worked me towards the orgasm I knew would be a massive explosion of lust.



I squeezed his balls and pulled them down away from his cock quite hard, and he responded by jamming the fingers up inside me even further. His thumb on my clit was driving me crazy and the orgasm began to well inside me from my pussy walls as my nipples ached from hardness as they pressed against Jason’s muscled chest.



My knees began to shake as I felt the orgasm building inside me, and I was moaning loudly, wiggling my hips to move Jason’s fingers inside my cunt as we kissed.



Just then, the doorbell rang.



Again!



“OOooh, fuck!!” I moaned into Jason’s neck as his fingers froze inside me. His thumb stopped moving across my clit and I let go of his large balls.



“Who the hell could that be?” I cursed.



Jason threw on his pants, panicking.



I grabbed the towel and covered up once more, my body truly on fire, the orgasm ripped from my grasp as I walked towards to hotel room door.



“Who is it?” I hissed, wondering who it might be that had interrupted my orgasm yet again!



“It’s me, Trent! I left my room key on your dresser! Can I just come in and grab it, please?”



I looked across the room to the small dresser near the TV, and, sure enough, there was a room key sitting there!



“Ok, hold on!”I said through the door, before looking at Jason and indicating he should hide in the bathroom. After all, I wasn’t sure how me fucking one of the owners might appear to Trent!



Jason grabbed his things and jumped into the bathroom, before I opened the door.



“Sorry about this, Dee. I’m really embarrassed. Were you asleep? You look a little…flustered!”



I smiled, thinking that I was about as far from asleep as I could be!



“No, no. It’s ok. I was just chilling out and thinking about Steve. It’s my birthday today and Steve tells me he has a surprise waiting for me when I get home tomorrow.”



“Today? Why didn’t you tell me? Ooh, I would have got you a cake to share with the others at dinner!”



He leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek as he said, “Happy Birthday.”



The problem was, that as he stepped forward, my towel chose that very moment to drop completely to the floor, leaving me standing totally naked and exposed at the very instant Trent kissed me on the cheek!



I’m not sure what Trent thought, but he must have given it as a signal from me because the next thing I know, the birthday peck on the cheek turned in to a full-on tongue kiss, and his hands were all over my body, squeezing my boobs and wandering down to my arse.



I was in a state of combined shock and total arousal, having experienced such a sexually frustrating evening to date. I responded the way my nipples wanted. I responded the way my pussy begged me to.



I kissed him back and threw my arms round his neck, yearning for him to touch me, lick me, kiss me, finger me and fuck me.



My mind however was focused on three things as my body went into auto pilot and we began get sexually serious right there standing near the door. The first thought, as his hands mauled my tits the way he knew I loved them being touched, was that my husband was at home, and it was my birthday and he was preparing a surprise for me when I got home the next day. The second thought as my pussy ached and my clitoris throbbed as his fingers found it and gave it a delightful tweaking, was that Trent’s cock had failed to satisfy me the one time we had fucked previously. The third, and possible most sexually arousing thought, as that Jason, with the sexual confidence and large cock, was still in the bathroom, and that he could probably hear Trent and I getting it on now as Trent was starting to moan and I was also doing a little squealing as our tongues entwined and his fingers did a merry dance on my clit and pumped in and out of my very wet pussy.



My mind was racing but my body was winning. I parted my legs as Trent continued to push his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I found myself almost wishing he would jam more of his fingers into me, and push them deeper with every thrust as I was dying for some serious sexual release.



I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, and his small cock was well and truly erect, bulging in his underwear. He stopped finger fucking me, which caused me to gasp and whimper, my own fingers replacing his as one hand frigged my clit and the other pushed four fingers into my snatch, without any difficulty whatsoever. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed, and whilst Trent continued to shed his clothes, I finger fucked myself towards a rapidly arriving orgasm that I had been needing for hours now.



“Whoa, birthday girl. Slow down there!” said Trent, his lack of awareness of the sexual needs of a woman once again on show.



I was dying to cum and just wanted him to either help make me cum, or shut up and let me do my thing.



However, I guess he didn’t get to be the CEO of a multi-national company without getting his way, and before I had a chance to speak, he had taken my hands away from my clit and pussy, and guided me back towards my bed, where he lay me down on my back, and thankfully, spread my legs and began licking my clit with his tongue.



I lay back, closed my eyes, and my hands drifted to my large boobs with their swollen nipples. I squeezed and played with my tits, all the while imagining Steve fucking me the way he does so well, from behind, and with the force of a Mack truck!



The tongue on my clit was very good, and I was pleased to see that Trent had improved his cunnilingus skills since we had fucked. He was actually pretty good at it now, and I found myself starting to rise to orgasm once again that night.



Just as I felt the surge of passion start to rise from my cunt, with the hot, wet tongue lashing my clit quite fast now, there was a movement to my left, and I spotted Jason peeking through the bathroom door!



I was momentarily snapped from the focus of my orgasm as my mind raced. I wondered what Trent would think if he saw Jason. I wondered what my husband, Steve would think if he knew I was in my room making love to one man while another stood watching, having started the whole extramarital thing earlier that night!



I didn’t care, as my nipples, pinched between my fingers, and my clit, being tongue lashed by Trent, took control of my thoughts once again.



I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my own pleasure, and felt the orgasm start to surge once more from my loins as Trent continued to lick me.



About a minute later, enjoying my rising orgasm, I opened my eyes as I pinched and twisted my aching nipples, and saw that Jason, now totally naked, was standing on the side of the bed opposite Trent, his huge, hard cock pointing lewdly above my head. I glanced to Trent, buried tongue deep in my pussy, but he seemed oblivious to his colleague standing over me.



Instinctively I reached for his wonderful cock, realising that this was the only cock in the room capable of satisfying me that night, and I took it in my mouth as I lay spread-eagled being licked to orgasm.



The scene must have looked erotic indeed. I was on my back, my large boobs showing off their erect nipples, a man buried between my legs licking my pussy. I was now deep-throating the very large cock in my mouth and as the man I was sucking moaned and reached down to squeeze and play with my boobs, it started!



Like an avalanche rumbling from the mountains of snow, the orgasm started low in my pussy and began to take over my entire being. The built up sexual tension and frustration of the night’s events had a dramatic effect, heightening my usual sexual energy and causing my body to convulse and shake like a tsunami of sexual release.



It was indeed a good thing that my mouth was full of cock, because my moaning and squealing as the biggest orgasm of my life took over my body was intense! I am sure I would have woken Steve back home in Australia with the volume of noise I made as I came, had the cock in my mouth not started to spurt its own orgasmic load of semen directly into my hungry cock sucking throat! I gulped and shook, swallowed and convulsed, came and digested the huge load of cum that was deposited into my cumming mouth as I climaxed on the wonderful tongue that was licking me to climax.



I shook and came for almost a full minute, my boobs squeezed by Jason as I swallowed his cum. I was on sexual fire as Trent slowed his licking in response to my amazing contractions around his face with my thighs.



I licked the remaining cum off Jason’s cock and lapped at his balls, moaning like a pussy cat eating its food. I was so fucking satisfied it was crazy, and I remember thinking it had been the best orgasm ever, just as Trent removed himself from my thighs, and stood up to reveal a glistening face, coated with my pussy juices all over his tongue, lips, mouth and cheeks.



As Jason recovered from the ravenous blowjob I had just given him, and I luxuriated in the post-orgasmic bliss, my mouth still covered in Jason’s cum, I reached for a glass and rolled off the bed to pour myself a drink.



“Well, that was a nice surprise! Happy Birthday, Dee!” said Trent.



“No, thank, YOU!” said Jason, giving his now flaccid cock a nice shake as he stood there, his other hand on his hip.



“Well actually, I should be the one thanking both of you. You have no idea how good that orgasm was, or how long I was waiting for it! You guys teased me all night and then with Jason hiding in the bathroom, and Trent forgetting his keys just at the wrong moment, jees!!”



We all shared a giggle, and then there was a brief moment of awkward silence, until Trent, the more conservative of the two men in my hotel room, spoke.



“Well, I guess we should head off and let you get some sleep!”



Truth be known I was totally wishing they would both stay and fuck me ragged until I couldn’t walk.



“Well, I guess you’re right. My flight leaves early and I’m sure Steve will have something big planned for when I get home.”



That’s when Jason, the cocky one whose lovely cock I had just drained of a huge load and swallowed, spoke up.



“OOoh, come on, babe! Don’t try and tell me you don’t want a pair of cocks to fuck the shit out of you right here and now. You know you want it bad, and Trent and I are just the guys to give it to you. Get over here and let me suck on those gorgeous titties of yours and let’s get this fucking party really started so we can give you a proper birthday present.”



I was a little shocked, but he was totally right.



“I’m not sure we should stay, Jason. After all, Dee is a married woman!” said Trent, before the three of us giggled together.



“Well. If you put it like that, how could I refuse?” I said, walking slowly over towards the cocky stud, my big boobs shaking nicely as I wiggles my body to make them shake even more



.



I walked straight up to him and kissed him on the lips, his hands dropping to cup my arse behind me, and as we enjoyed a really hot kiss, Trent moved in behind us and pushed his little dick between my thighs, and I moved around until I nestled it between my butt cheeks, and felt the heat coming off the little cock behind me, as the large one hanging downwards in front of me started to come to life again and I felt it poke my belly.



Jason then collapsed down on the bed, and I fell onto my hands and knees before him, taking his cock in my mouth and marvelling at the way it started to swell once more. I can’t speak for other women, but the feeling of a soft cock hardening in my mouth as I suck it is one of the most amazing sensations I have experienced. I kept sucking Jason until his cock was rock hard again, my right hand playing with his balls, tugging on them as I deep throated his impressive manhood. Behind me Trent had positioned himself with his cock pushing at my pussy entrance. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it to. Even though he had a small cock, I guided it into me and the sensation of sucking a cock and being fucked at the same time caused me to gasp a little.



Trent then settled into a nice rhythm playing with my tits as he fucked me doggie style, and I kept sucking Jason’s cock at the same time. Jason leaned forward as I was being fucked, sucking his cock, and started to scratch me back with long raking movements, which was sensational. I was in cock heaven as the two men pumped me like a spit roast and fucked me in between them, cock in pussy and mouth at the same time, boobs played with and back being scratched. It was lovely and I was totally enjoying being fucked by the two men.



We stayed in this position for a good five or ten minutes. I’m not sure because it was so heavenly that time seemed to stand still as I rolled back and forth on the cocks inside me at both ends.



Jason then decided that he wanted some fucking, and I have to admit I was glad he did, because he had a cock that felt almost twice the size of poor Trent’s little wiener.



The guys swapped positions as I spun around on the bed, offering my wet pussy to Jason, who pushed his nice cock inside me with one long, deep thrust that was heavenly. Then, in front of me Trent played with my boobs and I took his slimy, juice covered cock into my hungry mouth and first licked my juices off it, before being easily able to deep throat him with every suck.



Before long Jason worked into a lovely motion with really long, deep strokes that hit the bottom of my pussy every time he pumped into me. Just as I thought it could not get any better than this, his fingers found my clit and I once again felt an orgasm surging through my body. The feeling of another cum approaching was too much for me, and I reached back and pushed my own finger into my cunt where Jason’s cock was pumping in and out. I rubbed my finger along the shaft of his cock as he fucked me, and I moaned as I felt the larger penetration caused by my own finger inside me at the same time. Then, when it was coated with my own love juices, I pulled my finger out of my pussy, leaving Jason’s cock in there to fuck me alone, even as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth. I reached back and found my bum, poking my wet finger into my arsehole and playing a little first, before pushing it all the way in until my entire finger was buried in my own arse.



I knew it must have looked hot to Jason, and so I decided to have some fun with the two men fucking me.



“Oooh, I can feel your cock going in and out of my pussy, Jason. My finger is fucking my arse and I can feel your big clock sliding in and out through the skin back there. Can you feel my finger fucking my arse baby? Can you?”



I was on my knees, being fucked from behind by a huge cock. Jason was pumping me with fantastic long, deep strokes, his hands gripping my hips as he pumped me. I was sucking a cock in my mouth, and finger fucking my own arse at the same time.



I decided it was time to really blow these guys minds and show them what a hot fuck I could be when my husband was not around and I was in the mood to fuck.



I dislodged both cocks and my own fingers from my arse, then asked Jason to lay down on the bed. I then turned to face away from Jason, my boobs facing Trent, giving Jason a full on view of my arse and back. Then, lowering myself down, I pushed his amazing cock into my arse, slowly, moaning and making sure the guys heard exactly what was happening with every inch that pushed into my tight arse.

“Oh baby, you’re not going to make me go to that stupid thing, are you?”



I looked up to see my wife, Janelle, giving me a pouty look.



“Why not, honey? I went to your stupid high school reunion. And that was in Buttfuck, Iowa.”



“Yeah, but at least my friends don’t hate you.”



“My friends don’t hate you.”



“No, they just think I’m a dumb bimbo who somehow seduced you.”



“I can’t see how they could think you’re dumb. You probably make more than all of them combined.”



“Uh huh, I’m sure working on Wall Street really goes over well with your Beatnik crowd. But regardless of anything else, I’m still the dumb, Midwestern, state school girl not a big-city Ivy Leaguer like the rest of you.”



“You’re just being silly. I swear, they don’t think of you like that.”



But, of course, they did. It was my tenth year reunion from Brown. And my friends, all dyed-in-the-wool liberals, still had a lot of weird attitudes about people from ‘flyover country.’ And it didn’t help that Janelle was typecast by her looks. Blond-haired, blue-eyed, and large-breasted she could have easily passed for a party girl. The fact that she had been salutatorian at her high school, earned a full scholarship to University of Rhode Island for grades and music, and worked like a dog her whole life did little to dispel first impressions.



The reaction when I started dating Janelle after meeting her in a Providence bar one summer was mild jealousy from my male friends, and loud disappointment from my female friends. I always figured that getting them together would make them close. They would see she wasn’t just a pretty face, and she would see that my friends were not just East Coast snobs, but it never really worked out.



The truth is, my friends were not snobby per se, but rather a combination of immature, insecure, and emo. My best friend Tara was always whining about not having a boyfriend, but she was also always making fun of how Janelle’s hair and makeup were always perfect. Celeste was always complaining about having a belly, but also made fun of Janelle’s obsessive workout routine.



But damn it, it was my tenth anniversary reunion, and I hadn’t seen the old gang in a while, and I wanted to share the evening with my wife.. and yeah, I liked showing her off as well.



I managed to talk Janelle into going, and actually we had a great day at Homecoming. It was fun seeing the campus again, and I even dropped by to see some old professors. We ran into a few friends, but everybody was mostly flitting about. That evening, we were going to get together for drinks and a dinner. Janelle and I were staying downtown, and made plans to meet up with Tara early at the hotel bar since she’d been working all day.



When I told Janelle the plans, she just sighed.



“What?”



“Tara hates me the most. You know that right?”



“You’re imagining things.”



She shook her head and laughed. “Really, Dave?”



“Look, she’s an old friend.”



“Did you ever sleep with her?”



“Tara? God no.” I hesitated. “What.. are you jealous?”



She laughed. “I sorta wish you had. You know Tara had a crush on you, right? She probably still thinks you’re the one who got away.”



“That’s crazy talk.”



“No, it isn’t. Girls can sense these things. And every time I’ve met Tara it’s been the same thing. She hates me because she thinks I am the cheap slut that stole you from her.”



“Honey, you are far from cheap,” I said with a smirk.



She slapped me. “Just remember, you owe me for this.”



We met at the bar, and Tara was the same Tara as always. Smart and generous, and slightly unkempt and overweight, and funny and whiny all at the same time. She gave Janelle a hug, but both the girls were more than a little stiff. But still we caught up, in a way that you can only do face to face no matter how many Facebook posts you read. Tara was in a dead-end, poorly paid, but emotionally satisfying job with a non-profit. She was still friends with a lot of the old crew. And she was still single.



After a couple of drinks, Tara was going on about how hard it is to meet men. Going on and on and on. I could remember these rants from back in college, and ten years on, they had only gotten longer and more bitter.



Finally, Janelle had enough. “Oh, Jesus, Tara. How is it that you could be a gender studies major and know so little about men? You want to meet a man? All you have to be is available.”



Tara sneered. “Oh sure, if you get all tarted up like a beauty queen, you can. But I’d like to meet a guy who isn’t just looking for a pretty face.”



Janelle looked over at me and shrugged. “I’m going to get a breath of fresh air. Give me your sweater.”



I watched her walk away and then turned back to Tara. “That wasn’t very nice.”



“I’m sorry. But she just doesn’t know what its like. Guys are always falling for girls like her, not matter how bitchy they are.”



“Janelle is not a bitch. She’s the sweetest…”



Tara put her hand on my forearm. “I’m not saying she isn’t,” Tara lied. “I am just saying it is different for normal girls.”



We changed the subject and reminisced about college for a while. Suddenly this woman sat down in Janelle’s seat.



“Hey, that’s my wife’s…”



She looked me in the eyes and giggled.



“Janelle?”



“In the flesh.”



She’d totally changed her appearance. Her hair, usually flowing past her shoulders in golden waves was pulled back into a sloppy bun, the kind women wear to go to Walmart or tend the garden. She’d taken out her contacts, and was wearing her decidedly non-designer glasses. She’d removed her makeup and added some dark circles under her eyes. And wearing my formless sweater made her look downright frumpy.



Tara shot her a dark look. “What is this shit?”



Janelle smiled sweetly. “Let’s do a gender studies experiment. Pick a man in the bar. Any man.”



“Well, sure, you can pick up a guy if you offer to fuck him the bathroom or some shit.”



“Tara, I’m not trying to show you up. I just want to show you something. You pick a guy, and then you can sit next to me. And if I do anything untoward to get his attention, then you call me on it. But I’m going to show you how easy it is to meet men.”



“Honey, let’s not do this,” I interjected.



“Oh come on Dave, it’ll be fun. Just play along.”



I sighed and nodded.



Tara scanned the bar. “That one,” she said, point to a middle aged guy in a suit at the bar. He was a big guy, over six feet tall, and barrel chested. His hair was thinning, but he was clean shaven. Lighter and younger he would probably have been ruggedly handsome. I have no idea why Tara picked him. But she did.



Jenelle instructed us to get seats at the bar next to him, so we could listen in, and then after a few minutes, she followed and squeezed between us and him.



She looked up at a hockey game on TV. “What’s the score?” She asked him.



He looked over at Janelle, and she apparently didn’t make much of an impression. “I dunno,” he said. “Wasn’t really watching the game.”



She continued to watch TV quietly, ostensibly waiting for the bartender to take her order.



The guy turned back toward her. “Are you a hockey fan?”



“Naw,” she replied lightly. “I was just curious.”



“Are you from around her?”



“No, up from New York for the weekend, visiting some friends.”



“Yeah, I’m down Boston on business.”



They talked like that for a while. Idle chit chat. They talked about New York vs. Boston. About work. About the best restaurants in town. His name was Tony and he seemed like a nice guy. Smart and sardonic. There was no overt flirting, not at first. Just two people, comfortable in their own skin chatting.



But then after a while, I guess she grew on him because he started getting more interested. He complimented her eyes — her glasses did little to hide them. She asked him if he worked out. He bought her a couple of drinks. They moved in closer to each other. I started getting uneasy. After a while, he checked his watch and then sighed.



“What’s the matter,” she cooed.



“I… I have to meet some people for dinner. Business.” He paused. She pouted. “But I really like you,” he paused. She smiled. “And well, since we’re both from out of town.”



She looked at him expectantly. He took her hand.



“I’d like to show you a good time,” he finally said, taking her hand and moving it to his crotch.



“Oh my,” she giggled, “is that all you?”



He took out his room key and placed it on the bar. “I need to go. But I’ll be back around 11:00, maybe 11:30. Come visit me. Room 1246.”



“Sounds like fun,” she replied in a sultry voice.



He leaned in and kissed her. A lingering embrace. She returned the kiss.



He walked away. Janelle turned toward us. Tara stared at my wife in shock, and I guess I did too.



She put her hand on my shoulder. “Sorry about the kiss, baby, it happened so fast, and I didn’t see a graceful way out of it.” She waved the key at Tara. “There you go. Nice guy. You picked him. He’s smart and employed. And all I needed to do was ask about a game he wasn’t even watching.”



“Well sure, if all you want is a one night stand.”



Janelle sighed. “There are worse things, you know, especially since I think he’s packing. But it would have been easy to get his number and arrange a date instead. I figured you’d be smart enough to get the point.”



I stepped in at that point. “Girls, girls, please can you two stop bickering? It is like being at home with my parents,” I said trying to lighten things up.



Janelle shook her head. “I’m gonna drop off this thing off at the front desk,” she said pointing to the key, “and go freshen up.”



She came back a few minutes later, once again put together, and returned my sweater. Happily it was time to get going and meet the others, which put an end to Tara and Janelle’s squabbling.



I had a good time that evening, though I was worried about Janelle. We ended up going to this cool Mexican-Japanese fusion place. The food was great, but my friends were being cold fish, especially after Tara circulated what must have been an embellished version of the events in the bar. Janelle ended up excusing herself several times to check out the decorations and the band that was playing out in the garden area. She was pretty quiet, and I could tell she was looking forward to the evening being over. I knew she wasn’t having fun, and I kept meaning to leave when another old friend would suddenly appear. But I figured she’d forgive me.



We went back to the hotel. I’d had a little too much to drink. Given how the evening had gone, I figured I wasn’t going to get any in any case. But she surprised me. When we got into our hotel room, Janelle casually slipped off her jeans and panties and walked around the room in just her clingy sweater while brushing her teeth.



“You look good enough to eat,” I offered.



“You talk too much,” she replied with a smirk.



I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. In addition to her other charms, Janelle has the tastiest pussy I’ve ever had. She’s always fresh and clean, her juices just a touch tangy. I lapped away for a while as she ran her hands through my hair.



“I want you,” she rasped.



I stumbled back onto the bed, and she roughly tugged at my pants. I was rock hard, and the moment my cock popped out, she was on top of me, impaling herself on my member. We fucked like that for a few minutes until she gasped in passion, collapsing onto my chest.



We slowly shed the rest of our clothes, my dick inside her the whole time, and then resumed our lovemaking in earnest. She was very wet and she fucked me hungrily, pumping her hips eagerly to meet my thrusts, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. I was drunk enough that it took me a while time to cum, but Janelle didn’t seem to mind even though it went on longer than usual. When I finished, it felt like a dam giving way, and dizzy from drink and exertion I collapsed onto the bed. We cuddled together for a while and drifted off to sleep.



I am not sure what woke me. Sex and booze usually knock me out, but good. But I guess being in a strange bed made me sleep lightly. I looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. I felt next to me and realized Janelle wasn’t there. For a moment, I assumed she was in the bathroom, but then the sound that had woken me popped into my head. It was definitely the door to the hallway. I got up, and yanked on a pair of jeans from the floor.



Sure enough, she wasn’t in the bathroom. And then like a shot, I had a weird vision. The bar. The man. The room key. Room 1246.



I went out into the hallway just in time to hear the elevator door chiming as it shut. I turned, spotted the stairs and sprinted up two flights to the twelfth floor. The door to room 1246 was slowly shutting on its mechanical arm, and I reached out at the last second to stop it from latching shut. I pressed my ear to the door.



“What, what, who is it?” Came a scratchy voice.



I saw the light go on.



“Who are you?” Continued the puzzled voice.



“I thought you were going to show me a good time. Sorry I’m late,” Janelle answered.



I hear him sit up on his bed. “Damn, girl, you clean up nice.”



I cracked the door open. She’d moved out of the entrance and into the bedroom. The room was lit, but dimly. He must have only had the reading light on over this bed. I slid inside and silently shut the door. I got down on my knees and crawled a few feet to get a view into the room. He was sitting on his bed, in his boxers, and she was standing before him in a short, thin, hotel robe which she holding together at the waist. Wordlessly, she released her grip, letting the robe come open, exposing her generous cleavage and closing trimmed blond muff.



“If I’d know you were hiding a body like that, I’d have ditched my dinner plans,” he said with a smile.



She stepped closer. Tony reached out and slid a finger up her inner thigh, and when she didn’t flinch, he pressed it up inside her. She gasped softly, her hips swaying sexily. He pulled out and rubbed his fingertips together.



“Somebody’s been a naughty girl already.”



She grinned saucily.



He pressed his finger into her mouth and she licked it clean. He pumped his finger back into her snatch several times, each time pulling out and feeding her a cocktail of her juices and my cum, which she swallowed eagerly. It was a sexy show, and Tony was enjoying it enough that he was stroking his rapidly thickening member through his boxers.



“Why did you think I’d appreciate sloppy seconds?” He asked.



She smirked. “I’ve never known a man to turn down a well-lubed hole.”



He laughed and pressed a second finger into her pussy. “You’re a hot little slut, aren’t you?”



“Let me see what you’re rubbing,” she replied in a sultry tone.



As he pulled down his shorts, his cock sprang out, standing at attention in his lap. It wasn’t some porno-style stunt cock, but he was definitely well-endowed.



“Mmmm, that’s a lovely prick,” cooed my wife as she dropped to her knees between his thighs.



Janelle is a world class cock-sucker. I hate to think about how she became that way. But the truth is, she could give lessons, and now she proceeded to pull out all the stops for Tony.



She started by licking his rod all over, getting it nice and wet, as she massaged his balls with her hands. Then she switched, sucking his sack into her mouth as he squished her hands up and down his thick shaft. She licked her way back up the underside of his cock, and then circled his cockhead with her tongue.



“Fuck, that’s good,” he growled, running his hands through her silky hair.



But she was just getting started. She took him deep into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as her hands continued to caress his shaft and balls. He began pumping his hips, trying to force himself deeper into her throat, but he was too big to fit all the way.



She rose up and kissed his belly, and then leaned forward and pressed his cock between her teardrop breasts, fucking his cock with her tits.



She looked him in the eyes. “If I finish you off, will you be able to get hard again to fuck me?”



“Baby, my dick’ll get hard just being in the same room as you.”



She pumping his cock between her tits a few more times, and then rubbed his cockhead against each of her nipples in turn, coating them with his pre-cum. Then she dropped down again and swallowed him deeply, fucking his dick with her mouth. He was moaning louder now, obviously getting close. Keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she started pumping his shaft roughly, wetly with both hands.



“Oh God,” he growled loudly. His hand grabbed a firm handful of her hair and held her in place. Not that he needed to because Janelle was eagerly sucking down his seed all on her own. I could see her swallowing gob after gob as he twitched repeatedly in passion.



When he was finally done, she straightened up, her hands still gently fondling his shaft.



“How long were you saving that up?” She giggled.



He laughed. “A few days. Maybe more, I guess.”



“That’ll be enough protein to last me a week,” she replied. Though she immediately belied that comment by swooping down and lapping up every stray drop of jism that appeared from his slit.



He softened noticeably, and Janelle took the opportunity to swallow him whole, taking him balls deep into her mouth. She worked his cock slowly. Long, deep, wet strokes that quickly brought him back online. In less than five minutes, his member was again rigid, jutting out proudly.



“I need it inside me,” she hissed and climbed into his lap.



He grabbed her hips and roughly impaled her on his cock. She threw back her head and gasped loudly.



“God, you’re big,” she moaned as she ground into him.



They fucked hard. He was a powerful man, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. His hands were all over her. He squeezed and slapped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and tickling her asshole. He mauled her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth until the areolae were puffy, wet, and swollen. He kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, and bit her neck hard enough to leave marks.



And she loved it. She was squealing like a porn star, grinding her hips into him to meet his thrusts, her arms wrapped around his head, her eyes shut tight in concentration.



Without warning he grabbed her by the ass and flipped her onto her back on the bed. She obligingly pulled her knees to her chest, her feet pointed toward the ceiling, opening herself completely for him. He climbed on top and began to jackhammer his thick cock into her pretty little snatch.



Her high-pitched squeals were soon joined by his loud grunts. Then the mattress began squeaking as they bounced up and down. And finally, the headboard began banging against the wall. From next door came a muffled voice, and a the sound of a palm slapping the wall urging them to keep it down.



Janelle and Tony burst out laughing.



“Something different?” she asked through giggles.



“Let me take you from behind,” he suggested.



He disentangled from between her legs, and she leaned forward and loudly slurped his slimy cock into her mouth several time before flipping back over onto her hands and knees. Her pretty little ass waved back and forth as he repositioned himself. Grabbing an ass cheek in each of his beefy paws, he thrust hard and buried himself in her swollen pussy.



“Ooof,” she gasped, throwing her head back.



Releasing her ass, he grabbed a thick handful of her hair and began hammering away, the sounds of their slapping flesh now filling the room. She was grunting and squealing, and her large breasts were swaying wildly beneath her.



He leaned forward and let a thick gob of spit drip down into her butt crack.



“Ewww,” she exclaimed. “Why’d you…”



But before she could complete the question, he answered it, coating his thumb in saliva and plunging it into her ass.



She growled ferally and began to shudder in passion.

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Thanks for all the feedback on the previous story; it definitely gave me the motivation to write another.

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The puff of smoke was a cliche. It was a metaphor. I just couldn’t remember which one. My eyes focused on the last puff of smoke I had exhaled from my cigar. It hung in the air heavily in front of me, capturing the focus of my retinas; the background an animated blur. The bourbon and the beer rendered my attention compromised. I squinted my eyes, trying to bring the image into focus, but I couldn’t. I could only see the smoke. The blur? It was my wife rocking back and forth between two of my friends, pleasuring the three of them in a way neither had known before. My mind reeled as I took stock of the situation; how did we get here?



Once a month, for years now, I get together with some guys to play poker. It’s your typical poker night with the boys. No one bets so much money that people leave pissed off, but the bets are high enough to keep things interesting. Arrangements have gotten more complicated over the years, but everyone makes sure their wife or girlfriend is out for the evening and we are free to swear, fart, drink, talk, and most importantly, play poker.



My wife, Anne, has mixed emotions about the game. I always think she’ll be happy to have the house to herself on a Saturday — to forget about me for an evening and let loose, but that is never quite the case. She misses me. It’s really cute and speaks volumes about just how much I mean to her, which I love, but I still need a night with the boys. It was my turn to host the game, making it harder for her to stay away.



She gets along well with Dan’s wife, so the two of them planned to go out and have a margarita while the guys came to our house for poker. I cleaned up the basement a little, pushing old boxes back into the storeroom, making sure it didn’t smell too bad. It was February so it was too cold to play out on the deck, and Anne doesn’t care for cigar smoke in the house. The basement was the perfect venue. It was cement floor, block wall, dirty, dark, and dank. And even better? I stuck an exhaust fan in a window that would blow the smoke out of the room. I had just what we needed: A card table, five chairs, cable TV in the corner playing ESPN and enough stogies, beer, Bourbon and snacks to keep us going as late as we wanted. It was a man cave, and we were men.



By nine o’clock everyone had showed up; Dan, Joe, Chris, and Darren. The perfect card crew. It’s tough to get the right group of guys for a poker game, usually there is the odd brother-in-law or the guy from work that you invite but wish had turned you down. Not in this group –just guys who know all the jokes before you tell them and laugh anyway. Light beer? Try again. Cheap bourbon? Not on your life. Nickel bets? Nada. No one gets bent out of shape if the money doesn’t add up, it never does, because we drink like fish.



Cards are flying, the music is getting louder, and the stories are even more ridiculous than last time. We’re all on our 5th beer, 3rd Bourbon and 2nd cigar. Every good poker night has a window of time when it feels like a runner at peak efficiency; every part in perfect harmony, moving together as one, striding towards a common goal, and that window was now. Right up until a pair of perfect legs begins to slowly descend the stairs.



I’m the first to see them. I know those legs anywhere, I see them every day, and yet they still make my heart beat just a little faster. I’m not sure who follows my gaze first, but one-by-one, everyone else turns to watch a pair of toned, athletic, bare legs make their way down the stairs. My wife, the runner, pushes herself hard on the hilly trails by our house so when she wears a skirt, every male (and sometimes female) head turns. As Anne descends the stairs her head eventually comes into view and she realizes we are all staring. She was hoping for that.



“Are you boys having a good time?” she asks playfully.



“Hell yeah!” Dan says with enthusiastically drunk gusto



“Good,” Anne replies genuinely, “I just got home and thought I would come down to see if you boys need anything.”



I don’t know if it was just me, but I swear there was suggestion as she said the word “anything.”



Joe and Chris tried to look at me nonchalantly, but I wouldn’t return their glance.



“Nah, we’re fine.” Darren said trying to be polite to the host’s wife. As a veteran poker night player, he knows the value of keeping the wife happy. A happy wife doesn’t always equal a good game of poker, but an unhappy one usually spells trouble.



I suspected Anne was hoping to get more involved.



“Honey, I bet everyone would love another round, they are just too polite to impose.”



“Impose?” Anne said incredulously, “I would love to serve your friends!”



I hadn’t misread her enthusiasm.



She made it a point to go around the table and ask each guy, with a hand on his shoulder, “And what can I get for you, Sir?”



Her skirt was fun. What’s “fun?” Its somewhere between flirty and playful. It’s loose with ruffles, colorful, and as a guy you just hope for that perfect gust of wind because you desperately want to find out what kind of panties, if any, she is wearing.



When Anne made her way around to me, I place my hand on her ass, making sure everyone could see, and told her to “guess.”



“Bourbon?” She asked.



“With four ice cubes.” I said authoritatively.



“You know I wouldn’t mess up your drink.”



She is a saint. I know everyone saw me touch her and I wondered what went through their minds. I watched her walk away, so did everyone else, loving her ass swaying back and forth just a little more than necessary.



When she returned a few minutes later, I eyed her blouse. I couldn’t remember how many buttons she had undone when she left, but I swear it was open further than before. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, everyone could tell. She has small but firm breasts with nipples that love to poke out. She slowly sauntered around the room, fully aware of the attention she was receiving — the card game had slowed significantly. “Who had the other bourbon?” Anne asked.



“That’s me.” said Dan.



“You know I can’t resist a man who likes his bourbon” she said with a playful note in her voice. She looked at me when she said this, and I couldn’t help but smile.



This past summer, one of our favorite fantasies became a reality when Anne took Chris and Joe at the same time at our pool, fucking them both wildly before letting me have my way with her. Since then we had cooled down a little with extra-marital adventures, choosing instead to rehash the experience often while having sex, each of us telling the other what they saw and felt to excite us as we made love. We even talked about wilder fantasies, with more guys, and sometimes girls, but hadn’t had the opportunity to try them out in real life. I could tell Anne was thinking about some of those fantasies right now.



She leaned over Dan, putting his glass on the far side of the table so she could bend over and show half the table her cleavage. Her tits pushed up out of her shirt, inviting all eyes at the table to try and look down her blouse.



“Whose deal?” I asked, bringing everyone back to reality while making sure I still had control of the situation.



I could tell Anne pouted just a little as the attention turned away from her and back towards our game. Just to see what would happen, I opened my mouth again; “Anne, why don’t you get some more pretzels for us.. you can even feed the winner of this hand a few as a little extra prize.”



“Oh! Fun!” she said as she scampered back up the stairs.



I could tell the fact that getting pretzels fed to them wasn’t exactly a show stopper as the hand progressed as any other might.. I tried to bluff my way to victory (or maybe I just wanted to lose) but was bested by Joe. Anne was right on cue, walking back down the stairs, still in heels (god bless her) and I swear her skirt was an extra inch shorter.



“Who won?”



“Joe is the big winner; make sure you take care of him.” I said.



“I hope you like pretzels, Joe!” Anne said.



After Joe had stuck his cock in my wife only a few months ago, I made him swear he’d keep it quiet. I wouldn’t have let him if I didn’t think he knew when to keep his mouth shut. This was the first time the two had any kind of sexual contact since then. I could tell there was sexual tension between the two of them. Anne happily slid into his lap, even wiggling her ass a little as she did, while Joe tried to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.



I began dealing more cards as Anne slipped another pretzel in Joe’s mouth. I couldn’t quite see but I would have bet another five bucks his hand found its way up to her leg or her ass. I tried to focus on dealing cards as I realized the thought of Joe’s hand on my wife was starting to give me a hard-on. Then I wondered if I was the only one with the same problem.



“What does the winner of this hand get?” Anne asked, a little too enthusiastically.



“Money.” I said stoically, pretending to be annoyed at her enthusiasm. Anne made a face at me. I knew she was excited.



“Maybe the winner of this hand gets to take a shot of tequila with you?” I asked.



“Tequila!” Anne said bubbly. Anne loves tequila. We both know how horny it makes her and by suggesting it, she knew I was giving my blessing to let things get a little more… out of control. It didn’t take long; Darren bullied his way into the next pot. “Line em up!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.



Anne bounced off and returned in no time with a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses, a few slices of lime and a shaker of salt. Darren started salting the rim of the shot glass till Anne scolded him. “That’s not how you do it!”



Darren looked confused. Anne licked his neck. Everyone’s eyebrows raised and a few glances were cast my way. “How else is the salt gonna stick?” she asked playfully, explaining to the crowd why licking my friend was necessary.



Then she took salt shaker and salted the area of my friend’s neck she had just licked. “Your turn!” She commanded.



Darren didn’t need told twice. He took just a little longer drawing his tongue over the oh-so-slightly-lower-than-the-neck area of my wife.



After they filled their glasses Anne shouted “my first!” slowly licked the salted area of Darren’s neck, tossed back her shot and quickly bit down on a lime slice to rid her of the acrid taste of cheap tequila. The crowd went wild.



Now it was Darren’s turn. He plunged his mouth forward on to Ann’s neck, Anne made it a point to moan softly for him as his lips and tongue cleaned the salt from her skin. The he casually tossed back his shot and made it obvious he didn’t need any lime or other type of chaser.



“Next hand!” Anne shouted excitedly.



“Winner gets to do a body shot off of Anne,” I said as Joe started dealing the cards. The hand was rushed and Joe raked in a pot that everyone, despite bad cards, stayed in till the end. Anne flopped on the table in front of Joe, her head towards the middle and her legs on either side of him. Anne hates panties and I was betting that from the way Joe looked between her legs he got an eyeful of shaved, bare pussy. Anne proceeded to unbutton her blouse from the bottom, up so that only one button held it on her now. Her stomach was bare and firm. She reached for the tequila bottle and made a pool on her belly button. Joe dived forward and sucked up all the tequila. Then he licked her stomach liberally making sure to clean it all. Of course the liquor had run a little farther south than her belly button and Anne made it a point to moan as Joe’s mouth made its way closer to her dipping waistline.



After watching that, I was guessing I wasn’t the only one in the room getting warm.



Darren asked the question that was on everyone’s mind. “What does the winner get this time?”



“Anne does the shot of tequila this time, off the winner… wherever she wants.”



I knew where Anne was going to pour the tequila, Anne knew where she was going to pour the tequila; everyone else would just have to wait.



I took a long draw on my cigar as the cards were dealt. I felt a sudden surge of confidence. I picked up my cards and saw the winning hand already. Time to take control. I bet aggressive. No one was going to drop out now, so I figured I may as well take their money. I could tell everyone was a little disappointed that “Anne’s husband” won a hand, I think they were getting hard watching my wife act slutty with other guys. Hell, I was getting horny watching my wife act slutty with other guys. She grabbed the bottle and made her way to me. I stood up, cigar in mouth and said “Suck it, bitch.”



She moaned, getting turned on more and more as I took a commanding attitude. “Yes. Sir”



She dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and fished my rock hard cock out.



“Shit, dude.” I heard Darren mumble.



She grabbed my cock in her left hand, pointing it down towards her mouth just a little, stuck out her tongue, resting it just under the head and then poured tequila on it so it mostly ran down into her mouth. “Yeah!” the roar went up from the gallery.



She didn’t pour a lot, but after she stopped she just sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it the rest of the way onto my dick. Anne makes a wonderful gagging noise, just for me, when I hit the back of her throat. I jammed her head down on my dick a few more times in a little show for the guys, who were loving it. When I let go, Anne didn’t slow down one bit, showing everyone how much she likes taking it all into her throat.



Then she slowly slipped my cock back out of her mouth, making a terrific little popping noise as my head escaped her lips.



“MORE!” she demanded.



This time I told everyone the winner would be sucking Anne’s nipples during the following hand. I asked Anne if she would be so kind as to show everyone the goods for a little extra motivation. As the cards were dealt, Anne unbuttoned her last button letting her shirt slide down her arms and exposing her rock hard nipples.



“Shit, you could cut glass with those things!” Darren said.



“Hopefully you can feel them with your tongue for me.” She said at Darren making sure everyone knew how much she was looking forward to this.



Chris won and Anne practically tackled him as she climbed into his lap. I’m sure he could see her pussy from the way her skirt was hiking up around her waist. As soon as his lips hit her nipples, she started moaning.



“mmmmm… bite them for my Chrissy!” she pleaded. Between the alcohol and the attention, Anne was starting to get unmanageable. “Next hand gets a blow job!” she said excitedly.



The cards were dealt hastily. Chris tried hard to pay attention, but with Anne feverishly demanding his focus, it was difficult to play while going back and forth between Anne’s tits and peaking around her to see what was still happening on the table.



I had the winning hand, but folded early. I was really excited to watch Anne suck one of my friend’s cocks. Dan finally won a hand. He looked a little unsure of letting his wife’s friend suck his dick. Anne jumped off of Chris and got on her knees in front of him. “Pull it out, big boy. Let’s see whatcha got!”



When Dan balked, Anne reassured him, “Don’t worry, we’ll make it up to Diane soon enough” and winked at him. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but made no move to stop her as she attacked him. When Anne sucked tequila off my dick, she was content to pull my cock through my fly. With Dan she pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, making him stand up for better access, and I’m sure a better show for her rapt spectators.



She grabbed Dan’s cock in one hand, and pumped a few times making sure he was at full attention. Then, instead of going for his shaft, she went straight for his balls. As soon as she sucked one of them in her mouth she moaned heavily, sending the vibrations into Dan. Dan gasped a little, much to the delight of the crowd. She then repeated the same trick on his other ball before sucking them both into her mouth. After a minute it was time to move on to… bigger… things. In one slow, smooth motion, she licked from behind his balls, across his sack, and up the base of his shaft. When her tongue got to the head of his dick, she lurched forward swallowing as much of Dan as possible. Dan’s knees buckled a little.



“Aw, do you need to sit down sweetie?” She asked sweetly. Dan didn’t quite respond, but he didn’t quite stay silent either. He just made a helpless noise as he fell back into his seat. Anne, god bless her, didn’t lose contact with his dick the whole time. She stood up and bent at the waist, now topless, giving everyone a great side view of her trim figure.



“Shit. What does the next guy win?” Darren asked hoping for at least the same treatment.



Anne, for only a brief moment, pulled her mouth off the dick in front of her and said. “Fuck poker! Fuck me instead!” and pulled down her skirt before diving back, face first, onto Dan’s dick.



Darren, dumbfounded looked over at me. Leaning back in my chair, casual, calm, and collected, I took one more puff of my cigar, nodded toward Anne and said “I think she meant you.”



“Shit. You sure Jake?”



“Better hurry before I change my mind.” I said smiling.



I’ve never seen a grown man drop his pants that fast. I’m not sure they made it off his feet before he got his hands on Anne’s hips. As he touched her, Anne didn’t even take a look back, she just moaned loudly in anticipation of what was about to come.



Darren got his dick in her, tentatively at first. I saw Anne bucking her hips back at him, trying to get him to thrust harder. He still wasn’t getting it. Anne finally let Dan’s dick slip from her mouth so she could turn and say.



“What are you, a virgin? Use that thing like you got a pair and fuck me like you mean it, you pussy!” A roar went up from the gallery



Feeling rebuked and a little embarrassed Darren began fucking in earnest, not only horny now, but angry too. His paced picked up and he was literally thrashing now. Anne started screaming onto Dan’s dick which only came out as a loud squeal to the rest of us. It was too much for Dan.



“Oh god,” he said raggedly. The rest of us knew what was happening.



It was about this time that I felt the bourbon, the cigars, the beer, and now the adrenaline too wash over me. For a moment, my eyes lost focus and my mind wandered. I blinked a couple times and it all rushed back into reality, just in time to see the first of long series of orgasms



When the first squirt of cum hit Anne’s mouth, she lost it. Trapped between two cocks, waves of orgasm visibly washed over her as she convulsed. She tried to hold onto Dan’s cum but between Darren slamming into her pussy and her own orgasm washing over her, she couldn’t hold onto all of it and spilled out of her mouth back on to Dan’s cock and balls.



As her orgasm subsided she calmed down and was able to regain control. Darren had been fucking her hard and fast and wasn’t able to keep up the pace. As he slowed down Anne took the opportunity to lick and suck up the loose cum – Dan was in heaven. After she felt like she got it all, she raised her head up and looked Dan right in the eye before opening her mouth and displaying her trophy. Dan looked back both dazed and confused.



“She wants you to give her permission to swallow.” It wasn’t my voice but Joe’s that broke the silence. I smiled remembering the incident earlier this summer at the pool.



Dan, still confused, mumbled, “Ok…”



Anne make a good showing of taking a big gulp and letting Dan’s cum slide down into her stomach. “mmmm… you taste amazing”



“Are you done playing around, little girl?” Darren asked, now getting impatient.

This is a story about my first time to ever be with a black man and I wanted to write it without any help from my husband Rob. I got the courage and confidence to try to write a story on my own in English from reading the stories that Geilemeid writes on Literotica. Thank you Geilemeid for your wonderful stories! Like her, my first language is not English and I found out that it is really hard to write a story, it was especially hard to find the words that I wanted to use to describe my feelings and thoughts but I tried. It would be good to read Chapter 1 so that you can get the background for my story. Annie



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When Ferguson walked into the restaurant and I saw him for the first time, I couldn’t say anything. He was the most beautiful man I think I have ever seen besides my husband. He was so tall and so strong looking and handsome too. I was embarrassed by my lack of words and I think that he thought that I was a little strange because I was just staring at him…. Thankfully my husband Rob filled in the conversation while I gathered my senses and started to think again….



I had never met a black man before socially and he took my breath away. We Japanese women have a fascination with black guys… At least some of us do and it is because we find black guys to be so different and exotic and I never thought that I would get to meet such a handsome black man.



While Rob was talking with Ferguson, I was standing back and just watching them but also began to think about a few funny things that my husband had done and said on that day. Especially when I was getting dressed before we went to the dinner and he asked me to change into something hotter and said it was because Ferguson might be a special client… Well he knows that is what I call some of my work clients who I like to flirt with and show off to and even fuck sometimes… Well then I started to wonder if something was going on…. But I didn’t say anything.



Finally I got my senses back and started to enjoy the conversation then I took Ferguson to meet the rest of the staff at the dinner. When he would meet them and talk a little bit, I just stood watching him talk.. He was really a confident man and a very good guy like Rob said, I could tell that by watching how he treated the other people at the dinner with respect and kindness. When I touched his arm and took him to the next table I suddenly began to feel my pussy getting wet…I couldn’t help it and I smiled to myself. When I get sexually aroused, my pussy gets very wet and my juices flow like warm spring rain water…



When we sat down and started our dinner, the conversation was very good and I began to feel more confident of myself and was really enjoying our talking. All the time I could feel my pussy getting wetter too. Then I made a really big mistake when I asked about his wife… I could kill Rob for not telling me about the accident and I could tell that Ferguson was a little surprised that I asked him about her.. I could also tell by how he reacted that he must have really loved his wife….. Somehow it made me feel better about him that he must have loved his wife so much… I cried though because I made him so sad… I felt awkward…



After we had dinner and started the deserts our conversations began again and we relaxed into a fun conversation then when we finished and were about to leave, I was surprised when Rob asked Ferguson to join us for a drink and some dancing. We weren’t planning to do that and when Rob asked him, I really thought that something must be going on and Rob wanted me to be with Ferguson…. Of course that made my pussy even wetter and I was hoping that maybe something really would happen that night…



Then before we left the restaurant when Ferguson went to the bathroom I was going to ask Rob but before I did, he told me again that Ferguson could be a special client and then I knew it was OK and I knew what my husband wanted for me… So I kissed my wonderful husband and felt his cock and it was getting big but then Ferguson came back to the table and caught us… I was a little embarrassed but not too much and when I got up to walk out, I made sure to sway my hips a little more than normal…. I was feeling sexy!!



When we got to the bar, I was beginning to think how I could flirt with Ferguson. I don’t usually have any troubles getting a man’s attention or anything but I was a little nervous this time. I don’t know why but I was. When we were getting ready to sit down in our booth, Ferguson first started to sit next to Rob but I took his hand and asked him to sit next to me then I pulled his hand to my leg above my knee. When I was doing that I was looking into his eyes and he was looking at my leg and I could tell he was happy because he was smiling a big smile… He didn’t move his hand after we sat down either and then I shifted and ‘accidently’ let my short skirt move up so that I know he could see my panties… He looked between my legs and I opened them a little so he could see my pussy thru my wet panties… I know he did too because he moved his hand up on my leg and I was hoping that he would touch me there but he didn’t…. Anyway, I was getting very excited and very wet too….I was feeling so slutty! We talked and had a drink then he asked Rob if he could dance with me. Of course Rob said yes and I was really excited! When we started to get up from the booth, I moved my hand under the table and ‘accidently’ let it touch his privates and smiled at Ferguson when we got up….. I really wanted him and wanted him to know it….



When we got to the dance floor, Ferguson pulled me close to him and held me tight and I could feel his hard body. It felt so good! Then we started to dance and move to the music and I could feel his body rubbing up to me and I could feel his cock rubbing against my tummy as we danced… It felt so good and I could tell that it was big too! Then he said something to me that made me feel sexy… He told me that he really liked my ankle bracelet and that it was very sexy looking… When he said that, I just told him that it was a present that Rob had given me a couple of months before, then I moved so my pussy was rubbing against his leg as we danced and he felt my ass and I almost had an orgasm when he did that… I was ready for him to fuck me then! But then the music stopped and he took me back to our table….



When we sat down, Ferguson said that he had to go because he had to catch an early flight to New York and I was so disappointed… Then Rob asked him if he wanted to come over to our house on Monday night to watch football and he said yes…. I didn’t know what to do but when he left, I just gave him a kiss and thanked him for a wonderful evening and told him that I couldn’t wait till Monday and kissed him again on the lips before he left…. Then I sat down next to Rob and kissed him and asked him to take me home……I was wondering what was going on and wanted to ask Rob and I needed to be fucked really bad too….



As soon as we left the bar and got into our car, I leaned over and kissed Rob again and grabbed his cock thru his pants, it was already getting hard and big… Then I asked him if he and Ferguson had something going on… Rob just said “What?”, and then I told him what I thought and Rob just laughed… He said, “Well we will see huh.”, and then he asked what I thought about Ferguson… So I told him that I thought that he was very nice and handsome and that I liked him a lot…. Rob just smiled at me and kissed me before we started to drive home….



After we got home I almost ripped Rob’s pants off to suck his cock then we went to bed and fucked… Rob kept teasing me when he was fucking me asking me if I wanted to fuck Ferguson… And well, I told him I wanted to… Rob was fucking me real deep and nice and slow and he had his finger in my asshole which I really love, when he asked me if I thought Ferguson’s cock would be bigger than his… I didn’t know but I told him that I hoped he was bigger because I like to fuck big cocks…I felt so slutty!! Honestly though, I have only fucked one cock up to that time that was bigger than my husband’s and it was just a little longer but not as thick as Rob’s wonderful cock.. But I wanted to tease him and when I said that, I told him that I would really like to be fucked by Ferguson’s huge black cock…



Then Rob stopped and turned me over and started to fuck my ass. I love to be fucked in my ass, it feels so different and makes me feel so full and wonderful and I cum so much when I get fucked in my tight little asshole…. Rob asked me if I’d let Ferguson fuck my ass too and I told him yes but not before he had fucked my pussy and filled me up with his cum… I can be such a nasty little slut sometimes and Rob loves it… He started fucking me hard and after a little while he shot a big load of cum into my tight ass…. I came too when he did and afterwards we just lay in bed and he kissed me… Before we went to sleep, Rob kissed me tenderly and told me that he would really like to watch me fuck Ferguson Monday night then he kissed me again and fell asleep… As I went to sleep, I was thinking about Monday night and Ferguson and how much I love my wonderful husband….



All day Monday at the office, I couldn’t concentrate. All I was thinking about that day was fucking Ferguson… After I got home from work, I changed into my workout clothes like I always do after getting home from the office.. That day, I was wearing a loose fitting sleeveless tee shirt, no bra, and boy shorts that are really short so that my butt hangs out some… Then I fixed a quick little dinner for us that we finished a little after 7:00 but before I could go change and freshen up, Ferguson rang the doorbell. He was early… Well, Rob just smiled at me and asked me to get the door while he got a couple of beers for them so I opened the door and Ferguson just smiled his big smile at me and said hello as he walked into our home… I leaned up and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. He hugged me and gave me a kiss on my cheek too and then hugged me and patted my butt and said that I really looked sexy…. I just said thank you and that I was embarrassed that I was still in my workout clothes… He said it was OK and that I really did look hot… I looked into his eyes and told him thank you again then said that I needed to freshen up and change for the game and gave him a wet kiss on the lips before I turned and walked away to change. I smiled at Rob before I left the room and he smiled back and blew me a kiss…



After I got to my bedroom, I stripped off all my clothes and panties which were already getting pretty wet then decided that I would take a quick shower before getting dressed. After drying off I came out of the bathroom and opened up my closet and started to think about what to wear to watch the football game… After a minute I couldn’t decide on anything so I just slipped on my Bears jersey, they weren’t playing that night though, and no bra. I decided not to wear any panties either…. Of course I was wearing my little gold anklet…I felt so slutty! Before I went downstairs, I sprayed a little perfume on my neck then on my tits and pussy before I put on a white micro mini skirt and some black three inch heels… I must say I looked pretty good in the mirror too… My mini skirt came down to barely cover my bottom when I stood up straight and if I bent over even just a little my ass would show which is what I wanted! Then I went downstairs to our basement where we have our home theater and game room… We have a nice home theater/game room… There are a couple of love seats, large sofa, and a king sized bed down there and there is a wet bar and pool table too… We use our game room a lot!



When I walked into the game room both Rob and Ferguson, who were sitting on the sofa, stopped talking and just looked at me and smiled…. Rob said, “Oh God Annie, you look fucking hot!”… I looked at him then Ferguson and was a little embarrassed about what Rob said but Ferguson just looked at me and smiled again… Rob then asked me to turn around for them so that they could see all of me… So I turned around real slow and raised my arms over my head so that my mini skirt could ride up and give them a little peek at my ass.. I felt so slutty and sexy!! Rob and Ferguson both smiled at me when I finished my turn around and Ferguson smiled and looked to Rob and said, “You’re right, she is fucking hot……” I smiled at Ferguson and stuck my tongue out at him a little bit then I sat down on one of the two love seats and just listened to them talk for a while… Ferguson looked so good to me and he and I kept glancing and smiling at each other….I could feel my pussy getting wet again too…



The game had already started but the guys weren’t really watching it as they just talked and joked with each other. After a minute or two, I got up to get Rob and Ferguson another beer before I went back upstairs to fix a snack tray for us. When I bent over to get the beers from the fridge my skirt rode up again and I made sure to wiggle my ass so that Ferguson could see my wet pussy and little brown asshole from behind… Then after I got their beers for them I went back upstairs to fix the snack tray…When I was walking up the stairs, I looked back over my shoulder to see that Ferguson was watching me. I know he was watching my ass so I stopped on the stairs and bent over a little so he could see my cunt and asshole before I smiled back at him and licked my lips… Then I went on up the stairs smiling to myself….



After a few minutes, I brought the snack tray back down and put it on the low table in front of the sofa and then I sat down in the love seat on the side of the table facing Rob and Ferguson…. They were still drinking their beer and talking and I just leaned back in the love seat and let my skirt ride up to the top of my thighs. I know they could see my pussy when I did that….and I opened my legs a little bit too… I felt like a fucking slut when I did that too…



Ferguson looked over to me and smiled then he stopped talking with Rob and told me that he really like my sexy ankle bracelet and asked me if it meant anything… Rob looked at me and smiled and said, “Annie, tell Ferguson what your ankle bracelet stands for.”…. Right then, I knew that Rob wanted me to fuck Ferguson and God I wanted it too….



I looked at Rob and then Ferguson and smiled and said, “Well, it means that I’m a hot wife.”….



Ferguson just smiled and said, “And???”….



“And well, I’m a hot wife who likes to fuck other guys and my husband is OK with it,” I softly said as I opened my legs a little more to show Ferguson my pink dripping cunt…



Ferguson just smiled a big smile and said, “Hmmm, I always thought that when a beautiful woman like you wore an ankle bracelet it meant that she likes black cock…”



I leaned back on the love seat and put my feet up and spread my legs wider and told Ferguson, “I never fucked a black cock before, but I would like to now…”, then I looked into Ferguson’s dark eyes and smiled and said, “Ohh God, please just fuck me….” I glanced over to Rob and he was smiling at me and was taking his clothes off…



Ferguson smiled at me and moved over to me on the love seat and slipped his hand up my leg to touch my very wet pussy… Then he slipped a finger into my dripping cunt… I pushed up to meet his finger and moaned as he leaned over to kiss me… I kissed him back hard and reached down to feel his big cock under his pants as he finger fucked my pussy… He pulled back then and stood up to let me unbuckle his pants and pull them down along with his boxers… When I saw his beautiful cock for the first time I was amazed… Even though I had been with more than twenty different guys before then I had never seen a cock that was as big as his… I pulled back just to look at his cock… It was almost as long as Rob’s 9-1/2 inch cock and it was thicker too even when it was soft and the smooth head was as big as a pear… I looked up into Ferguson’s eyes then leaned over to lick his cock as I held it in my hands. It felt so heavy!! Then I licked the head of his cock and flicked my tongue into his little pee-hole as I held it in my hand and looked up and smiled at him… I cupped my hands under his thick heavy balls and gently rolled them in my hands as I licked up and down the shaft of his beautiful cock… He was getting hard by then and his cock was getting huge, two or three inches longer than Rob’s and when I wrapped my hand around it, I couldn’t get my fingers around it! I opened my mouth as wide as I could and just was barely able to take his cock head into my mouth… I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and started to taste him… I was working my hand up and down on his thick cock as I sucked the tip of his dick. Ferguson’s pre-cum tasted so sweet! Most of the times I have sucked different guy’s cocks their pre-cum tasted a little salty… but Ferguson’s tasted so good and sweet! Then Ferguson pinched my nipple thru my Bear’s jersey really hard and it made me cum! But then he pulled away and backed up. When I looked up from his cock I saw that he was taking off his shirt… So I stood up and pulled my Bear’s jersey off and unbuttoned my mini skirt and let if fall to the floor and stood in front of him so he could see all of me as I smiled at him…



Ferguson took off his shoes and then slipped his pants and boxers off before he stood up and looked at me and smiled as he looked me up and down. I spread my legs wide so he could see my swollen cunt. Then he wrapped his big arms around me and pulled me in next to his body before he picked me up and then kissed me… His tongue was in my mouth and my tongue battled his as he held me and I wrapped my legs around his body trying to get his cock to my pussy… I wanted him so bad! He held me up and walked me over to the bed and then laid me down. I just laid back and spread my legs as wide as I could to open my pussy up for him and looked up and just asked him to fuck me….



Ferguson bent down and licked my pussy with his tongue before he carefully moved up over me… I was so wet I could feel my pussy juices running down the crack of my ass over my asshole… Then I felt the head of his cock touch my slit… He rubbed his cock up and down my slit then slowly began to push the head of his huge cock into my dripping cunt… I started to cum again when I felt is cock push inside my tight pussy then I pushed up to take him inside me…



“Oh God Annie, you are so fucking tight,” Ferguson moaned as he slowly worked his cock into me… He moved very slowly and gently as his cock pushed inside me all the way to my cervix and he still wasn’t all the way inside me! We just laid there for a minute with his cock against my cervix then I started to slowly move some more as he gently fucked me… I have never felt so full with so much cock in my pussy… We fucked for a long time very gently and slowly with long deep strokes and then I began to feel his cock push against my cervix and looked down to see the last couple of inches of his big black cock slide inside my pussy…. When he was all the way inside me, I felt the most incredible feeling…. I felt his cock inside my womb deeper than any other man had ever been inside me before and I started to cum again. This time, it was like no other time I have ever cum… My orgasm started deep inside my body and moved outwards and seemed to take over my entire body. I was trembling and my pussy was contracting around Ferguson’s cock as he continued to slowly fuck me and wave after wave of pleasure washed over me for a long time… I never have felt so good! I fucked Ferguson back as he fucked me and looked over to my husband to see him stroking his cock and smiling at me.

Our life was really nice.



We met as childhood sweethearts, married in our early twenties, had two great kids who were now almost independent, and money was fine. I ran my own real estate business and my husband, Steve, had a great job doing what he loved, working in football. He travelled a lot during the season, and this year, as the kids had both basically moved out, I found myself feeling slightly lonely for the first time in my life.



As my daughter and her boyfriend left after having dinner with me, I relaxed on the couch but could not find anything interesting to watch.



I looked around the room, and realised that I was in fact, bored!



I spent the next hour or so doing some mindless housework, and then, deciding to take advantage of the peace and quiet, I switched on my pc and started to check emails from work. As I sat there working away, an email popped into my mailbox. It was from John, my husband’s best friend. I normally wouldn’t have even thought of looking at it, as it was meant for Steve, my husband, but the subject of this particular email intrigued me. It said, “Hot XXX”.



My mind was a confusing mix of thoughts. I knew it was from one mate to another, and that I probably shouldn’t open it, but with Steve interstate till the following Monday, six days away, I decided to open it and see what my husband’s best mate was sharing with him.



When I opened the email there was a comment from John.



“Mate, I know your Mrs is not into this stuff, but check it out and see if you don’t get a hard-on watching this chick fuck. I’ve stroked out three orgasms already imagining it was you and me banging this babe! Enjoy……and remember, it’s your turn for our next highlight!”



There was a blue link under the message and it was titled: Mandy serves dinner and more.



I digested the message first. What did he mean by the part about me not being into this stuff? Did Steve want me to do something weird? What on earth did he mean, “…imagining it was you and me banging this babe?” Had my husband and his best mate done something I should know about?



Anyway, curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on the link. It popped up a porn site called Redtube, which I had never seen or heard of before, and on the screen was a big “play” icon. The title of the clip was as stated, “Mandy serves dinner and more.”



I sat back as the movie started playing, and my eyes almost popped out of my head as the movie played. Ten minutes later, I discovered my fingers buried between my thighs as I sat at my computer desk, the woman on screen completely naked apart from some amazing high heels, a monstrous penis pushing into her pussy from behind.



I had never, ever seen anything like this movie, and I was shocked. My mind raced about why the boys had shared with each other such a thing. Why were they imagining it was them having sex with this woman? Had they actually done anything like this without me knowing?



As the movie continued, I found my hands getting very hot as they stayed squashed between my thighs. The woman, Mandy, was now on her knees sucking both the large, and I mean LARGE, cocks between her lips, trying to jam them both in her mouth at once. Then, in a scene that I assume was fake, she lay one man down, and climbed on top of him, pushing his huge penis inside her, before the second man moved in behind her, and then, as she kept yelling, “OOoh yes, that’s it, fuck my tight arse,” I suspect he actually pretended to fuck her in the arse. It looked amazingly real, but I know things can be faked very well these days.



The movie ended when the two men suddenly pulled their very large penises from their positions, lay the woman down, and then came all over her face. Yes, I said her face! They actually sprayed her face with cum at the same time, and Mandy amazingly tried to actually lick and swallow some of their white gooey cum.



I quickly switched off my computer, feeling very flustered, and went to the shower. Once under the water, my hands drifted to my breasts, and I found them swollen, my nipples tingling.



I had no idea why such a disgusting scene had affected me this way, and as I drifted off to sleep that night, my mind was a mess of confusion.



The next day was Wednesday and I had no appointments apart from a meeting just before lunch. I decided to go out for lunch and as I sat at the cafe eating my chicken and avocado sandwich, my iphone beeped indicating a text message.



It was John, my husband’s best friend who had sent the movie to Steve.



The message read, “Christine and I wondered if you’d like to have dinner tonight? John said it might be nice to take you out. You free about 7.00? If so, we’ll pick you up. Ok?”



Nothing about the movie.



I have to admit I was feeling a little lonely, so I thought it would be great to catch up with them, even with Steve out of town, so I texted back that I would love to have dinner with them.



A minute later came John’s reply.



“Great. We’ll pick you up at 7.00pm. Our treat.”



I left the office early that afternoon and headed home to get ready. The problem was, that damn movie was still playing on my mind. I wondered if Christine had ever seen it? Or, even worse, had John ever let her do anything like that girl had done in the film? Then, remembering the comments attached to the link about the two men wanting to do it I was again totally confused. I switched the clip on once more, and watched in pure amazement at the woman and the two men fucking. This time though, I tried to figure out if it was actually real or fake. I could not see how it might have been faked, but surely women weren’t able to take two penises inside them at the same time like that?



I showered and dressed, and found myself ready about thirty minutes early. I was wearing a pair of jeans, and a nice new pink angora sweater that was rather tight. I had a pair of heels on that Steve loved, but that I always thought were a little high. I put my blonde wavy hair up in a bun and added just a touch of pink lipstick.



I sat on the couch for a few minutes to wait for Christine and John to arrive, but then found myself walking back to the computer. I clicked on the movie link again, and this time I had a reason. I had decided to find out more about the sex that was depicted in the movie.



On the right hand side of the screen were some other clips that I was able to click on. The first one showed a woman with two men but this time they only put their penises in her pussy and mouth, and then ejaculated all over her breasts as she played with them. I smiled, thinking that the Mandy movie was indeed faked, and sat back relaxing a little as I opened another clip.



My eyes almost exploded from my head!



This clip, way, way more raunchy than the Mandy clip, astonished me.



The girls in this clip was called Belladonna, and she had some tattoos. However, it wasn’t her tattoos that shocked me. It was what she did in the movie that stunned me and left me speechless. I swear with all my heart that in this clip, Belladonna had sex with four men at the same time. I have no idea how she did it, but it was clear that two men had their penises inside her vagina at the same time, before a third man pushed his own penis into her arse, and I have no doubt this was real, as she actually screamed as the head of the penis pushed inside her before the fourth man roughly forced his penis into her mouth. The four men had sex with her until she was covered in sweat and squealing in what I can only assume was pain. Just as she started to have what I assume was an orgasm on the three penises, almost biting off the one in her mouth, the doorbell rang!



I was totally flustered.



I hurriedly switched off the computer, and answered the door. It was John.



I must have looked unsettled, because instead of his usual smiling greeting, he looked concerned, and said, “Hi, Dee. Everything…um……you ok?”



“Yes, yes,” I said, not knowing where to look.



“Come in. Just let me grab my purse and keys.”



Dinner was lovely and we had a lovely time chatting and eating as old friends do. Just after dessert Christine excused herself to go to the bathroom.



“So, Dee. What was going on when I picked you up? You looked like I caught you in the middle of something.”



I didn’t know what to say, but my mind wanted me to find out more about why he had sent the movie to Steve.



Worried that Christine might come back and hear us talking, I whispered quickly.



“I happened to find that movie link you sent Steve in an email yesterday. Where did you find such a thing? How do you know Steve would want to see that?”



He sat back, obviously a little shocked that I had found it in the email.



“Ooh, my god. I’m so sorry. You weren’t meant to see that! It’s just some fun that Steve and I share….you know, blokey stuff. I’m embarrassed now! Sorry you had to see that.”



Just then Christine returned and we dropped the conversation. The evening ended well and as they dropped me off home, John got out to escort me to the door.



Kissing me on the cheek he whispered in my ear, “I’ll ring you tomorrow and explain everything, ok?”



That night I could not resist switching the computer back on and looking at more of the movie clips. I watched all sorts of filthy, nasty sex scenes, and I think by the time I fell asleep in bed at about one o’clock, my mind was shocked by the things I had seen. I awoke at about four a.m., my fingers of my right hand buried in my pussy, and I wondered how and why they were there. I didn’t really get back to sleep and when I arrived at work, I knew I had to get through the day without thinking of the sex that I had uncovered in the last twenty-four hours or so.



It was Thursday night and I was exhausted when I got home. I showered and had some dinner before falling asleep on the couch with the TV on.



I awoke with a jolt as there was someone at the door. Wearing only my dressing gown, I stood up, tightened the belt and went to see who it was.



It was John.



I invited him in and we had a coffee and chatted about the email, the movie clips, and why they shared things like that. John explained that he and Christine had been interested in kinky movies for a long time, but that Steve had recently been asking about porn and so John and Christine had shared some of their favourite sites and movies with him, without me knowing.



I was hurt and confused.



“Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why does he need this stuff? Is something wrong with me? Don’t I give him enough sex?”



I started to cry, more out of confusion and hurt at not being told about all this earlier by my husband or best friends than anything else.



John spoke for a long time.



He explained that he and Christine had watched pron for a couple of years, and they found it enhanced their marriage. He told me Christine had never had sex with any other men, but that she fantasized about what they saw in the movies, and that she had a few sex toys that she liked to use to pretend other men were fucking her when they had sex.



I was shocked.



He went on to say that Steve had asked him about some of the sex and porn when they had been drunk one night, and that the email was the first movie he had sent Steve.



I assumed from that comment that Steve had not actually seen any of the porn then, because I had answered them email and he was interstate still.



John finished by explaining that he was very sorry I had been exposed to all this, and that he hoped it wouldn’t come between our friendship, as that was very important to Christine and he.



I assured him it wouldn’t and we kissed and hugged and he left, before I went to the computer and opened the movie site again, my mind full of different thoughts.



That night I slept well, but I had a wild dream that was very vivid. In it, I was in bed with two men, and I ended up doing lots of nasty things that I had seen on the computer the night before and again this night. I actually fingered myself to orgasm in the middle of the night when I woke up covered in sweat, the images of large “cocks” implanted in my brain.



It was Friday morning and Steve was due back on Monday night.



At work that day I was sitting in my office when my mobile phone beeped. It was a text message from Christine.



“Dee. John told me you found his message for John with the movie link. Soo sorry! I hope you don’t think anything wicked. Free for lunch?”



I was, so I texted back, and we met at the ‘Shepherd’s Pie’ a lovely little bakery near my agency office. Christine worked two blocks away and so we often lunched together.



During lunch we had a fascinating conversation where I learned a lot, no, a LOT more about my best friend and her husband. She was much more willing to share the specific details of their porn habits with me, and by the time we finished lunch, I was flabbergasted! Not only did I learn that they watched porn, but Christine also told me she had once had a threesome with two strangers while John sat back and watched, playing with his “cock” as she described it while the two men made her have orgasm wilder than anything she had ever imagined.



Back in the office that afternoon, I was unable to concentrate at all, and I ended up leaving early and heading home. On the way home though, I pulled into a shop that Christine had told me about. It was called ‘Sexyland’ and was a massive sex toy, movie and lingerie and kinky clothing store. I was terrified walking in alone, but when I entered, it was really bright and open, and the girl behind the counter greeted me like an old friend, so I relaxed a little and felt a bit calmer as I began to look around.



I was wearing my usual office attire, black pencil skirt, heels and a white satin blouse. Underneath was my standard skin coloured bra, and my hair was once again up in my trademark bun, with some small hoop earrings. As I walked to the closest section, I was taken aback by the footwear that was on display. Boots that must have gone up to a woman’s pussy, heels that seems seven inches high, and platform sandals with incredibly spikey heels were everywhere. Every colour, style and size were available. I wondered what Steve would think if he were with me. Would he want me to buy anything? Would he be shocked? Would be encourage me to be a devil?



The next section was toys, and my god I was stunned. There were vibrators, dildoes, funny looking cone shaped things that I didn’t understand at all. I spent almost thirty minutes in that section alone before moving on to the video section, where DVD’s showed every imaginable act being performed. My nipples started to throb in the DVD section as I read some covers and looked at the amazingly graphic images on the front and back of the cases. Finally I went to the kinky clothing section and found myself wondering what my body might look like in several of the sexiest outfits.



By the time I was ready to leave, I was incredibly confused by my feelings. My body was on fire and my head was spinning.



Back home, I showered and freshened up, then jumped on the computer and explored the Redtube site some more. Before I knew it, it was two a.m. and I was totally horny from watching kinky movies of men and women doing things I had never even imagined. I went to bed and fingered myself to an amazing orgasm imagining three men were filling me with their dicks, before splashing that gooey cum all over me.



It was mind-blowing and the next thing I knew my mobile was beeping and the sun was up!



Picking up my phone, there was a text from John.



“So, sexy. Chris tells me you know what a kinky couple we are! Only joking. What u up to today or tonight?”



I texted him back.



“I am in shock. You’re deviates. I’m relaxing. Why?”



“Wondered if you want to come to a party with us? Sexy but fun. No pressure.”



That message set me back a moment. Party? Sexy? Pressure? What was he on about?



I dialled Christine’s number, hoping she would clear it up for me.



No answer.



Reluctantly I dialled John’s number, and when he answered, my nipples pulsed as I asked him what he meant about the party.



John spent a good ten minutes telling me how it was a sexy fancy dress party, where people just danced and had a good time in erotic costumes. He promised me it was nothing more than that, and that Christine had been a couple of times before and really enjoyed herself.



I decided to see for myself, and agreed to go with them. John said I had to wear something sexy or erotic, and he would pick me up at eight.



Hanging up the phone, I wondered what the party would be like. Then, I wondered what on earth I would wear! Steve had always said my jeans were sexy, but I knew this was a whole different ball game based on what John had told me.



I decided to head back to Sexyland and this time do more than window shopping.



The day flew by as I shopped till I dropped.



When I got back home, I emptied my parcels all over the bed and sorted through them. I wondered what Steve would think if he walked in that moment, with well over $1500 of assorted sex toys, lingerie, shoes and DVD’s sprawled out on our bed. His tame, shy wife had splurged and bought herself her first vibrator, a dildo, a jelly dong that had a suction cup on the bottom, which apparently sticks to the table or chair so you can ride it! I also bought a pair of spiked heeled sandals and some thigh-high boots, and a leather outfit that was stunning. It had a tiny, and I mean T-I-N-Y leather skirt, suspenders, stockings, a leather bustier and elbow-length gloves. There was a matching g-string panty made from satin.



The most interesting to me though was the DVD I had bought which featured a series of movies where the husband watched the wife being fucked by one or more men with incredibly large penises. I still struggled with the word, “cock” as described in so many of the movies I had looked at in the shop today.



I spent the remainder of the afternoon watching the DVD and by the time the doorbell rang and John greeted me with a kiss, I was totally aroused but ridiculously nervous and a little scared.



I had worn a black coat over my outfit for warmth, and kissed Christine on the cheek when in the car.



“I’m soooooo glad you’re coming!” she said. “John told me you were coming and I thought he was joking. You’ll have a great time, and trust me, you won’t be lonely, THAT’S for sure!”



A short time later we arrived, and I was surprised to see it was a large house. I guess I was expecting a club or something, but we entered and once inside we took off our coats. John wolf-whistled when I disrobed, and a guy behind me rubbed my bum and smiled at me, which made me jump.



I needed a drink for sure, and so we headed to the bar which was set in this really large room with a billiard table at one end. I stuck really close to Christine and John until we found some bar stools and John went to get the drinks. I took a moment to look around and counted about twenty people in all.



“So, what did he tell you, Dee?” asked Christine.



“He said it was just a fun party where we dance and have a good time, but dressed sexy.”



She laughed, which made me a little more nervous if that was possible.



“Well, he’s right in one sense. We do dance, and we DO have a great time. Just remember, don’t do anything you don’t WANT to do, and say ‘NO’ if you ever need to. That’s a house rule here to keep everyone safe and happy.”



I wondered what she was on about to be honest, but as I looked around and saw the crowd building with amazing looking people wearing all sorts of kinky outfits, I also started to get a little apprehensive.



“So, what have you done in the past and where DID you get that incredible outfit?” I asked Chris.



She was wearing a pink tube dress that was amazingly tight and was strapless, showing off her incredible boobs.

“Well, let’s just say that I’m not quite as innocent as you think I am. I go with the flow, if you know what I mean.”



I had no idea what she meant, but John arrived back with two champagnes and a beer, and the music suddenly lifted to a level that made basic conversation difficult.



When we finished our drinks, Chris took me by the hand and lead me out for a dance, whilst John went to get another round. We were dancing together and trying to talk over the music, when a young man came between us and asked me to dance.



I was a little flustered as I had not danced with another man in years!



“Go on, he won’t bite!” said Christine.



“That’s true” said the guy, “Unless you want me to of course!”



I laughed nervously as he took me by the hand and lead me away a few metres before we started moving to the beat together. He was a good mover, and I enjoyed being a few inches taller than him in my thigh high boots too! Steve is a lot taller than me, so it felt nice to be so tall for a change.



After a couple of songs, I starting to relax when John came over and passed me another champagne.



“We’ll be back near the bar. You o.k. here for a while?” he asked politely.



I was pleased my husband’s best mate was looking after me so well.



“I’m fine. Thanks!” I said, before switching my attention back to the young guy I was dancing with.



I lost track of time a little, until my guy asked me if I wanted another drink. I accepted his offer and he took me by the hand. I jumped a little when he did that, but then figured it was innocent enough as we walked back towards the bar area.



As I was standing behind him as he ordered our drinks, another man came up behind us and I felt him a little too close for my liking. There were about eight people standing near me, and this guy just stayed there, and I wasn’t certain at first, but it felt like his cock was pushing against my thigh above the top of my boots.



Luckily my dancing partner turned around and passed me a champagne, and we moved away, passed my pressing guest behind me back towards the dance area.



I was a little hot and somewhat flustered and so my drink didn’t last long.



I was starting to get a bit lightheaded from the drinks, and so I suggested we get some fresh air.



We walked out to the large outdoor patio area which had a wonderful view over the hills in the distance. Leaning against the rail to steady myself a bit, I glanced past the guy I was with and noticed a woman was being fondled by two guys, right in front of us! She looked me in the eye, smiled and then leaned left and tongue kissed the guy to her right, ad his hand openly reached under her dress!



I was a little shocked.



“Relax, honey. That happens all the time here. Just go with the flow!”



I smirked as I had heard Christine say those exact words minutes earlier!



Anyway, shortly afterwards another girl came out. She was much younger than me and she asked my guy if he wanted to dance. He raised his eyebrows and looked my way, asking if it was ok for him to leave me.



“I’ll be fine!” I said, “I’m a big girl.”



In truth, as he left, I was totally freaked out, scared and more than a little tipsy. In fact, I found myself really leaning on the railing as I watched the woman and the two guys get pretty serious not more than a few metres away!



As I stood watching, the woman was alternating her lips kissing her two men. They both had their hands under her very short dress by now, and were clearly both fingering her. My mind drifted back to the movie I had watched the days before and I wondered if they were both fingering her pussy or if she were letting them be dirty and play with her behind.



My mind was getting foggy with arousal watching the three get it on, and I found myself glued to the spot, my pussy starting to throb, my nipples hard and poking at the front of my bustier.



Before long the woman dropped to her knees, and I watched transfixed as she pulled their cocks from their small shorts and began to suck them both! It was a very sexy sight, and I felt some droplets of pussy juice start to form in my g-string as I watched the amazing woman suck off the men, who continued to play with her boobs they had pulled from inside her dress.



I watched for a few more minutes until I realised what was going to happen, and I think I panicked a little. The woman stood up, and as one guy got in front of her and sucked on her nipples, her hand rubbing his now very hard cock, the other guy moved behind her, pulled his shorts off and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. The woman was going to let this man fuck her! I knew that she was probably also going to let the other guy fuck her, and suddenly my mind snapped and I wondered what the hell I was doing!



What would Steve think? What would my kids think? Why was I standing there watching, my pussy on fire?



I left and walked quickly inside, hoping to find Christine and John, but they were not in the big room, and as I looked at the people dancing, I decided to try to find them and calm down a little.



Finding a hallway leading off the main room, I decided to see if they had gone down there. A few metres down the hallway was a door which was open. I glanced inside and was shocked to see two men kissing! They were both wearing leather pants with nothing on top, and as I recovered from the initial shock of their erotic display, I enjoyed a moment watching as they explored each other’s muscle bodies with strong hands. They had amazing abs and I was surprised just how my body reacted. I was flustered and found my heart racing as I watched them kiss and rub each other. I found myself somehow wanting to join them and explore their wonderful bodies, but then sensibility took over and I moved on down the hall.



The second room had the door closed, and I pressed my ear against it to see if I could hear Christine or John’s voice.



The only thing I heard were muffled groans and moans, and again my nipples went hard as the sexuality of the noises got to me. I knocked quietly, but received no answer, apart from a small yelp from one of the people inside.



I decided to see what was happening in there, and slowly turned the doorknob until it was open and I peeped inside.



I froze.



There, on the bed, on her hands and knees, with John sitting on the bed having his cock sucked, and another very large man fucking her from behind, was Christine!



My eyes must have almost popped out, and my mouth shot open in a huge gasp as I saw them fucking with this stranger.



John saw me first, and he smiled as Christine managed to keep sucking his cock as the man behind her pushed in and out, rocking her body back and forth with each thrust.



I walked a couple of VERY nervous steps inside. I had been friends with these two for years, but had never seen them have sex. Gosh, I don’t even recall ever seeing John naked! I’d showered at the gym with Chris, but that was it.



As I managed to calm myself enough to take in the detail of what was on display in front of me, I noticed John had a large, no, a HUGE dick.



Christine’s mouth was struggling to get around it, let alone suck it all the way down her throat the way my Steve loved me to do to him. The man behind Christine also smiled at me, and in a show of eroticism, he reached forward and cupped Chris’s boobs in his hands and then jammed his dick into her really, really hard and deep. It made her pop John’s dick from her mouth and I was stunned at just how long it was as well as how fat it was. I had never seen a bigger dick in real life, and my pussy immediately twitched.



Christine looked in my direction and she had a look of shock on her face too. I’m not sure if it was from the guy fucking her so hard, or the fact that I was standing there watching her being fucked by two men!



“Hi, Dee. Enjoying the party? I sure am! Why don’t you come and join us? There’s plenty of man to go around!”



Her face was wickedly sexy and I was shocked at how slutty my husband’s best friend’s wife was behaving, but when I saw the size of her husband’s dick again, I almost was tempted to take her up on her offer!



However, Steve’s face flashed before my eyes and I knew I should get out of there and leave them to party without me. I ducked backwards without saying a word, and then closed the door, leaning against the wall for a moment to catch my breath and regain my senses. As I stood there, my heart racing, I heard a loud “smack” and then a squeal as I presume they got back into the rhythm of fucking all together once more.



I waited a few more moments until my brain was clear and I decided suddenly that I needed to go to the toilet. My head was spinning from what I had just seen, but my bladder was also needing some attention. I quickly found the bathroom, and then, locking the door, pulled down my skirt and g-string, and sat down to relieve myself.



A few minutes later, all freshened up and having washed myself clean, surprised by just how wet I was, I dried my face and hands and unlocked the door.



Just as I opened it to leave, the two men I had spotted kissing earlier pushed inside the bathroom and almost bowled me over!



I squeezed past them, their amazing hard bodies rubbing against my nipples, and the electric charge that pulsed through me was stunning. My pussy throbbed again as my nipples shot to hardness before I had the chance to even get out the door.



My mind was full of madness. What was happening to me? Why was I here at this orgy? What would Steve think?



I turned right down the hallway, not wanting to go past the room where Christine was being screwed by John and the other man, and found another door at the end of the hallway. Nervously, I decided to peek inside, and as it was open, I could see everything in the room clearly.



I froze once more, but this time my legs propelled me forward into the room, even though my mind was saying stop.



Against the wall on one side of this room a woman wearing a tiny little dress and high heels was pinned between three men. The men were fondling her breasts openly. They were kissing her, fingering her, and I thought for a moment they were raping her. But then, just as my pussy pulsed and my nipples ached once more that evening, I realised she was LETTING them ravage her. She was WANTING this wanton sex attack.



Suddenly one man ripped her dress completely from her body, and her large breasts shook with the force of the dress being torn off, and she yelped a little as the other two men pinned her and roughly squeezed and bit her nipples.



I was frozen.



The men either side of her pulled her legs apart and began to finger pussy. I watched amazed as two sets of fingers disappeared inside her pussy and then pumped in and out repeatedly until she was totally soaking wet down there and moaning as if she was about to cum. The third man was kissing her, his tongue clearly visible flickering in and out of her mouth as he roughly pashed her and explored her breasts as the two others continued to finger fuck her relentlessly.



As I stood transfixed, my hand dropped to my skirt and subconsciously lifted the front, pulling aside my g-string until my fingers found my clit. It was swollen, and I rubbed it until the wetness from my pussy smothered my fingers as the three men continued their assault on the woman who was obviously enjoying being the centre of attention of these three hunks.



The guy in the middle stopped kissing her long enough to turn and watch me a moment, as his two mates continued to finger fuck the woman. Looking me in the eye, he reached for the woman’s right breast and gave it a firm squeeze, causing her to moan loudly at the touch.



I flicked my clit harder, feeling the heat rising in my pussy as I watched the show. Without warning, the man in the middle let go of her breast, and as the two man fingering her removed their juice covered fingers, one turned her around side-on and lifted her leg to gain access to her pussy. My fingers flickered even faster, my clitoris throbbing now as I watched the guy now behind her push his cock into her pussy, as the other man forced her head down to suck on his extremely hard cock at the same time.



The third man was by my side now, and I shivered as his hand touched my shoulder, the heat of his fingers causing me to gasp as I watched the woman being fucked with long, deep strokes as she tried her best to suck the cock in her mouth. I adored watching her boobs shake and bounce with each thrust of the cock in her pussy, and as the man next to me watched me watching the other three fuck, he suddenly made a move that shocked me and excited me completely at the same time.



Without warning he grabbed the top of my bustier and jerked it down, flipping my boobs free with such force that the nipples flicked over the edge of the leather material, making me gasp once more as the swollen nipples poked outwards inviting touch from the stranger.



But he was not finished yet.



Reaching roughly under my short, tight, black miniskirt where my fingers were playing with my clit, he found my g-string panties, and in one go, ripped the completely from my body.



I was unable to move as his hands found my boobs, my eyes fixed on the fucking in front of us, his hands squeezing and fondling my boobs with force. Suddenly his mouth was on my right breast, and as I felt his teeth start to nibble at my nipple, his fingers forced their way into my soaking wet vagina.



Steve and I met in high school, and no other man and touched me this way since our youth. I was shocked, not only at the way this man was fingering me and sucking my tits having never met me before, but at how my pussy was ridiculously damp, and my legs were parting almost automatically, allowing the stranger to push his fingers further into my pussy as I grabbed his head and jammed my boobs further into his mouth.



Across the room the woman was really being fucked now, and I was completely turned on by what was happening to her, and to me.



My legs were about a foot apart now, and the fingers inside me were making me hotter than I had been in months. The mouth on my nipples was gorgeous, rough, sloppy but magnificent, and when he dropped to his knees and started flicking my clit with his very talented tongue, I knew I was going to climax very quickly.



And so it was, as the woman across the room pushed back and jammed the cock in her pussy deeper in her pussy, I came on the face of a man I had never met. A man who was treating me like a slut, licking my cunt in public in full view of the three lovers in the room with us.



I came, and came, and came, until my legs actually gave way and I dropped to the floor on top of my licking lover, his tongue refusing to be dislodged from my cunt until I rolled off him, the shaking and quivering of my wild orgasm finally ceasing.



There was a rug in the middle of the floor, and as I started to come down from my orgasmic high, I rolled onto the rug and looked up to see what the three lovers were up to. I was astonished because the woman was now on her knees, only two or three metres away, and both men were pointing their cocks at her mouth, stroking them furiously, and she was lapping her tongue at their shafts, begging them to cum in her mouth!



A week ago I had never really watched porno movies. Now, here I was, on my back, having just been licked to orgasm by a complete stranger after he had ripped off my panties and bustier, watching a woman being fed cum by two strangers.



It was intense.



Suddenly the first guy started to spurt cum from his cock held tightly in his fist, and as he pumped the white goo from his cock, she lapped it up and actually swallowed it! Before she had finished gulping down his large load, the second guy spurted onto her chin, tongue and cheeks, and she used his cock like a spoon to scoop all the cum into a pool on her tongue, before making sure she swallowed all his load down too, finally poking out her tongue to show she had been a good girl and swallowed the lot.



My hands were pinching and pulling my own nipples as I watched this amazingly erotic, disgusting scene unfold before me.



The sudden realisation of what I was involved in hit me, and I got up, gathered myself together and left the room, much to the annoyance of the man who had just made me cum. I’m sure he expected a fuck, or at least a return orgasm from me, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Steve, and how I had kind of cheated on him just now. I walked quickly from the room and headed back down the hallway to the main room.



When I got to the bar and ordered myself a drink, I realised John and Christine were probably still in the room back down the hall, where I had seen John’s large cock and Chris being fucked by the stranger.



“Thank goodness I didn’t let that guy fuck me,” was all I could think.



As my drink arrived I sipped from it and headed back towards the hallway. I had decided it was time for me to go home and resume my ‘normal’ life, and wanted to let John and Christine know that I would catch a cab, presuming they were still having a wild time.



I found the room where I had seen them before, but this time only Chris was there. John was nowhere to be seen. Christine, meanwhile, was being royally fucked by a different guy than I had seen fucking her earlier, and instead of sucking John’s large cock like before, her head was now buried between the thighs of a wonderfully dark skinned asian woman, who was leaning back moaning in pleasure as Chris licked her pussy!



I was learning more about my husband’s best friend’s wife all the time at this party!



I was also learning that my own sexuality was a mess.



Once again I started to feel arousal, and my nipples started to pulse as I watched Chris being fucked really hard as she licked the woman’s clit at the same time. My pussy itched and throbbed once more, even though I had orgasmed only a few minutes ago thanks to Mr Stranger.



I was a confused bundle of nervous energy, and I once again found myself unconsciously entering the room to watch my friend being fucked and giving oral sex at the same time.



As I sipped my drink I realised that the scene before me was totally turning me on. Was I wishing it was me? Should I join in and go crazy? What would Steve think? Was I sick?



Before I had a chance to answer my own questions, a hand reached under my skirt from behind and squeezed my ass.



“Fuck I love watching her being fucked!”



It was John, and his hand felt amazingly hot as he pushed lower and reached under me to find my pussy, still wet, and my lips slightly open from my orgasm.



My mind said to stop him.



My legs parted.



My instinct told me to run.



My nipples told me to turn my head and kiss him.



I turned my head and kissed him, a deep, tongue-locking kiss that made our hands reach up and go crazy exploring each other.



My left hand reached low. I was on a mission.



I had to feel that large cock. I wanted to squeeze it, feel it, taste it, fuck it.



My mind said NO!



My hand and pussy overruled, and within seconds I was fondling the biggest cock I had ever felt or seen, as John continued to tongue kiss me, his fingers now pumping up and down in my vagina, my legs wide apart as we both watched his wife sucking a pussy while being fucked on all fours.



I knew I was about to cheat on my husband with his best mate, but at that moment, after spending such a week, and ending up being licked to orgasm by a complete stranger in a room watching a woman being double fucked, I didn’t care.



For the first time in my life my carnal instinct took over.



As I glanced away long enough to see the guy behind Christine pull his cock out and swap places with the guy fucking her face, I positioned John’s wonderful cock in place of his skilful fingers, at the opening of my sopping wet vagina.

Ever since I was a kid growing up, my favorite dessert has been Boston Cream Pie. Little did I know that, as a grown and married man, I would one day live in Boston and eat a creampie of a different sort, courtesy of my whore wife. But before the shouts of “wimp cuckold” are unfurled, let me start my story nearer the beginning…



It was February 14. Since December 31, it had been six weeks from hell due to the year-end financial reporting period. My accounting brain was fried, and I could barely tell a debit from a credit.



Pat, my department’s administrative assistant, poked her head around the corner of my cubicle. “Package for you, Rob,” she announced in her high-pitched, almost childlike voice. Gum smacking, she handed me a brown padded envelope.



I looked at the return address: it was from Sloan Detective Agency. Pat had remained in the doorway (at least, where there would be a door if I had one — with apologies to Dilbert).



She peered over her half-glasses, waiting for me to open the envelope. “I’d have opened it for you, as per usual, except it was marked ‘Personal and Confidential’,” she explained.



“Um, Pat, it’s marked that way for a reason,” I countered. I glared at her, waiting for her to take the hint. Finally, the light bulb turned on.



“Yeah, well, I’ve got work to do,” she said, “let me know if you need anything.”



After she had left, I took a pair of scissors from my desk drawer. The company was too cheap to spring for letter openers, and besides, we now did most of our business electronically. I used the thin edge of the closed scissors to open the envelope.



Inside, I found a bill and a DVD case. The bill for $300 plus tax from the detective agency was discreetly marked as “Surveillance Video.”



My fingers began to shake as I held the disk gingerly, as if it were a bomb about to explode. Perhaps it was.



I knew that I couldn’t wait until time to go home to see the video. I took an early lunch break, bringing my laptop PC down to my car in the parking deck. Accountants carrying laptops during the year-end reporting period raise no suspicions whatsoever.



Thankfully, the parking deck was only slightly chilly. February in Boston can be mighty cold when one is fully exposed to the elements. As I sat shivering in the front seat, I flipped the video disc into the DVD player. As it began to play, sweat formed on my lip and brow, despite the chill.



There were no introductions to start the film, no credits to roll. The opening shot from the camera appeared to be taken from inside a closet, looking out into a room.



The drapes were open at the far end of the room, and the room contained a king sized bed, end tables and lamps, a television, a desk and a dresser. It was obviously a hotel room.



A blur went by the camera from off screen to the interior of the room. As the figure slowed down, the camera focused. The figure in the room was Lori, my wife.



Lori wore a white terry cloth robe, the kind the hotel leaves in the closet. She sat on the edge of the bed and fidgeted.



She had a worried look on her face, as if she were struggling with a decision. “Fuck it,” she muttered.



Moments later, there was a knock on the door. The cameraperson apparently became bold, seemingly leaning out of the closet to follow Lori’s path to the door.



Lori peered through the peep hole. She unlatched the door and opened it a crack.



“May I help you?” she asked.



“Got a date with a lady,” a man’s voice replied.



“What’s the password?” queried Lori.



“Slut wife,” the man returned.



“Bingo,” said Lori. Lori opened the door wide and invited the man in. She then shut and locked the door behind him.



I sat in my car, somewhat stunned at what I was seeing and hearing. I continued to watch and listen to the video, feeling the chill in the air.



“How much?” the man asked.



“Depends on what you want me to do,” Lori replied with a smile. The camera focused on her face, catching a devilish grin. “Two hundred dollars for each orifice.”



“So six hundred if I want everything?”



“The man can do some math. What a surprise!” Lori heckled.



The man, now fully visible to the camera, wore dark sunglasses and a dark mustache. He pulled out his wallet.



“Six Ben Franklins,” he said, counting them out and handing them to Lori. She stuffed them into the pocket of the robe.



Turning toward the camera, Lori again had a look of indecision on her face. Overcoming that emotion, she reached for the sash of her robe and undid it.



She thrust the robe on to the desk and turned back toward the man. She was wearing a black, skanky chiffon night gown.



“Like what you see?” she asked the man.



The sweat on my brow and lips became profuse. My armpits began to flow with perspiration as well.



I couldn’t believe what I was seeing on video. My wife of sixteen years, down to her skivvies, accepting $600 to have all of her orifices filled!



“I like it so far, but I don’t see enough,” the man barked, “I want to see you take it all off.”



Lori hesitated, then reached for the hook and eye on the front of the sheer jacket to her nightie. It was tossed on top of the robe, leaving her in only a bra, panties, and stockings.



The camera zoomed in on her bra. Her nipples were easily visible through the thin black mesh. The camera panned down, and her trimmed bush formed a shadow behind the see-through panties.



“I want YOU to take them off,” she cooed to the man.



Holy shit! Was that my wife talking? My shy, conservative, demure, never-take-control wife?



“Gladly,” said the man, “but first you have to kiss me on the lips.”



What the hell? I thought. Doesn’t that prick know that whores don’t kiss their tricks? Didn’t he ever watch ‘Pretty Woman’?



But there she was, leaning in to kiss him, him taking her in his arms, the two entwined in a flying liplock. The camera zoomed in again, and I’m sure I saw some tongue action going on.



While they were still entwined, the man began fumbling with the black lacy bra. After several moments and Lori’s exclamation not to rip it, the bra went flying onto the stack of clothes on the desk.



The man groped her breasts and licked her erect nipples. Lori gasped in delight. He then leaned down and grasped the elastic band of Lori’s lacy panties.



I held my breath as I watched the panties drop to the floor on the video. I couldn’t believe it.



There stood my lovely Lori, still in great shape after all these years, naked in all her glory in front of the camera — about to earn six hundred bucks the hard way. Or was it the easy way?



The man stood back and asked her to turn around slowly for him. He admired her full breasts, her somewhat plump but shapely ass, her supple legs — and then he crassly reached in and stuck his fingers right into her crotch.



She gasped and protested that she needed to be wet before he’d be able to penetrate her. He licked her juices off of his fingers and said, “Looks like you’re doing a pretty good job of it already.”



She protested momentarily, then gathered herself and said, “Maybe it would help set the mood if you were naked too.” Again, I couldn’t believe this was my old-fashioned wife speaking these words.



I heard a car engine near mine start up. I quickly flipped the laptop screen down until the car had gone from the parking deck.



When I flipped the screen back up, Lori was just finishing getting the man’s underwear off. She went down on her knees to get his jockeys to the floor, then went down on his cock and started giving him a blow job. The camera zoomed in on the man’s bulging boner disappearing into my wife’s beautiful mouth.



As I watched, I began to think back over our sixteen years of marriage. I couldn’t remember my wife ever before deep-throating my cock; but here on camera, she was taking the man’s penis all the way in her throat until it hit her gag nerve.



Before long, I heard the man grunt and saw his body spasm. The photographer in the closet got the camera to maximum magnification, just in time to see Lori smile and dribble some of the man’s cum from the edge of her lip.



Sitting there in my vehicle, I must admit that seeing this on camera was getting me hard. My wife had never been a cum slut, but this experience seemed to be liberating her. Nonetheless, despite my arousal, I was shocked to see her doing that.



The man picked up his pants from the floor and reached into the pants pocket. He popped what appeared to be two little blue pills into his mouth.



Lori had stood up after swallowing his cum. He led her over to the bed and bent her over the edge. “I wanna do it doggy style,” he said.



“Is your cock going to be ready this soon?” she asked.



“Just talk dirty to me, and I’ll be okay,” he replied.



“Dirty? Like what?”



“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”



“I want you to fuck me — fuck me hard! Stick that cock in my cunt and fill me up with your jism!” she shouted.



“What — no condom?” he asked.



“Condoms are for wimps. I’m feeling slutty. I want to ride you bareback!” she exclaimed.



I nearly passed out in the car. I couldn’t believe my ears. What had gotten into my wife, besides a hot prick?



Speaking of which, I watched in frozen fascination as he leaned her further over and lined up his penis with her lovely slit, then pushed his cock past her labia so that half of his length disappeared inside her.



“MMMM-OOOOOH,” she moaned at top volume. It dawned on me that she was never so vocal at home, and she almost never let me enter her without eating her out or otherwise preparing her first. She must have been really excited and wet to take the man’s cock without the benefit of foreplay.



As they rocked and shook the bed, Lori’s tits bobbed back and forth to the rhythm of his thrusts, just like on porn movies. That’s how you know whether there’s real penetration — only the X-rated shows have that mutual rhythm down, whereas the R-rated ones with the fake penetration are always out of sync. Lori was definitely being penetrated onscreen.



Lori started to moan louder, almost a shout. I recognized other signs of her impending orgasm as well, though usually she only cums through oral stimulation rather than penis-in-vagina friction.



Did I see the man’s finger penetrating her along with his cock? Or was he just frigging her clit? It was hard to tell since he was doing her doggy style, so her clit was down instead of up, and his balls were in the way of the view.



The man was lost in a frenzy and surely wasn’t aware of what he was doing himself.



As if on cue, the man pulled out before letting her cum and rolled Lori over on to her back, missionary style. She spread her legs wide, her pussy lips gaping in invitation. The man re-inserted his cock into her slit and began thrusting again.



It didn’t take long for Lori to approach climax again. This time, the man was reaching the throes of an orgasm as well. The little blue pills seemed to be doing their job just fine.



“I’m going to cum again!” he shouted.



“Spew your spunk into me!” she squealed, “I’m cumming too!”



Their shouts and moans filled the room. I wondered, as I sat there watching, what the cameraperson thought about this as he or she was filming it. “It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it,” I thought out loud.



Lori and the man slumped onto the bed in momentary exhaustion. They rolled toward the middle and hugged and whispered. It seemed to be such an INTIMATE moment!



All sorts of emotions overwhelmed me. I was shocked at what I saw but my cock was swelling to epic proportions. What would Lori say when I took this home to her?



But the video wasn’t quite finished yet. After roughly eight minutes more of run time, the two of them moved from snuggling to a more passionate embrace.



Again, I saw some tongue action. The thought returned: aren’t they forgetting about ‘Pretty Woman’?



The man hopped off the bed and again grabbed his pants and reached into the pocket. He had a small tube, and it was quickly evident that it was KY Jelly.



“Ready to earn the last two hundred bucks?” he taunted.



Lori looked doubtful. “I’ve — I’ve — I’ve never done THAT before,” she said.



“What do you mean by ‘THAT’?” the man asked. Lori looked down in shame. “Come on, now — I want to hear you say it!”



“I’ve never done anal before,” she confessed.



It was true. In all our sixteen years, she had never let me in her back door. Sure, she’d let me rub it or even poke a lubed finger partway inside occasionally, but my prick had never been there.



Now, she was about to be taken from behind — for a lousy two hundred dollars.



However, I was enthralled by what I was seeing. Lori got on all fours on the bed, ass pointed toward the camera.



The man ran some KY around two of his fingers, then twirled the fingers around the rim of her sphincter. He soon worked both fingers to knuckle depth past her rose bud.



“I’m going to fuck your virgin ass right here and now,” the man said, “is that what you want?”



Lori didn’t hesitate this time. “Oh, YES,” she cried, “I want you to fuck me in the ass — RIGHT NOW!!!”



This was too much. I was almost embarrassed to watch the video. But it was so HOT!



I watched him push his erect cock against her asshole with his fingers, working it around the rim, then plunging it in a little at a time. She let out a loud whimper when it was about a quarter of the way in.



He hesitated to let her adjust to his size, then he began slowly rocking inside her. His penis disappeared all the way into her. She reached around and grasped his buttocks in an effort to pull him all the way into her back channel.



He then reached around to finger her pussy while he continued thrusting his cock in her ass. They found a mutual rhythm. He continued to finger her pussy with one hand and began tweaking her nipples with the other. He leaned down and trailed kisses down her back and onto her rump.



Before long, the two of them were cumming onscreen again. I looked at my watch and saw that I was past due back from my early lunch break.



Well, I had seen what I had hired the detective agency to do for me. Here it was Valentine’s Day, and Lori and I had special plans for the evening. This video was going to make those plans interesting.



I was hot and bothered and stunned. I wondered aloud whether she had spent six hundred dollars on my gift. I had run up a three hundred dollar bill acquiring this video, and I was going to give it to her tonight.



The rest of the day seemed to run interminably long, and when one of the accounting heads asked if I could work late to begin some tax season preliminaries, I nearly told her to eat shit and die.



I managed to simply remind her that it was Valentine’s Day and that I had plans with my wife. She looked at me like I was some sort of freak. The rumors about accounting nerds having not a romantic bone in their bodies is almost universally true.



I stopped and picked up some flowers and candy on the way home. Thankfully, I had thought to pre-order, as I knew from working at a florist in college that this was their busiest day of the year.



Roses, mixed chocolates, and a $300 DVD — these were my gifts to give to Lori. Lori, on the other hand, awaited me with a bottle of wine and dressed in a black chiffon negligee — one that looked eerily familiar.



Lori poured the wine. I gave her the roses and chocolates. The DVD remained behind my back for the moment.



I offered to give a toast as we both held our glasses.



“To whoring,” I said flatly.



Lori stared at me blankly. I handed her the DVD.



“So what’d you do with the six hundred bucks?” I asked.



She started to speak.



“Well, um, I put it in the bank — I’m not comfortable carrying that much cash around,” she replied simply.



“I’ll need to use half of it, to pay the photographer,” I replied.



“The one from the detective agency?” she asked.



“Yeah,” I answered, “they did a good job. I knew they were used to this type of work, and could handle it discreetly.”



“Did you ever find out whether it was a man or a woman?” she inquired.



“Nah — I didn’t want to know. Just wanted them to photograph from the closet and keep out of the way of our little rendezvous.”



“I’m glad. I was so embarrassed at first, knowing that they were filming us naked, and especially that they were filming us having sex. But after a while I got so into the role that I almost forgot. It would have been a lot more awkward if the person had shown himself — or herself — while we were fucking.”



“Yeah,” I responded, “as it was, you made a great hooker and I made a rather studly john.” I picked the dark sunglasses and fake mustache up from the table and laughed.



“Well, let’s see the video!” she exclaimed happily.



We went to the living room and I flipped the disc into the DVD player. With it being Valentine’s Day, Lori’s mom had taken the kids to her house to give us the night alone together, so we didn’t have to retreat to the bedroom.



When she saw the shadowy figure enter the hotel room onscreen, wearing the sunglasses and mustache, she pointed at me with a crooked finger and shouted, “You da MAN!”



“Yes, I certainly am,” I replied, “and you can be my little slut wife any time!”



“Only for you!” she laughed.



The onscreen action was even hotter the second time around, surely because this time I was watching it with my lovely and truly loving wife. Neither of us were good actors, certainly screwing up the role of a prostitute and her trick, but certainly screwing well in the role of husband and wife.



We soon left our clothes strewn in heaps on the floor, and we were banging for all we were worth on the couch, over the coffee table, and even leaning against the TV as we watched ourselves on video.



I even found the little blue pills, a prescription I’d first had filled specifically for the film, to allow us — or more correctly, me — to keep pace with the film. I also found the KY jelly for a re-enactment, and to my delight, Lori was fully into it. We held nothing back from each other.



As the film neared its end, I had again cum three times, and Lori twice, just as in the film. But this time, I wanted to even the score, so to speak. No, not revenge, for those of you still intent on torching the bitch.



I gently eased Lori back in the La-Z-Boy recliner. She was still naked and beautiful, and I proceeded to pleasure her with a leisurely round of muff diving. With her knees spread apart and my head between her legs, I suckled and slurped and fingered and prodded until I brought her to the precipice of a writhing orgasm.



I love the feel of her pulsating, throbbing vaginal muscle responding to my oral ministrations. As I took her over the edge, her clenching vagina spewed a healthy dose of the spunk that I had deposited into her love tunnel, just a short while ago, into my mouth. “What the hell?” I thought, and swallowed. Creampie — in Boston, no less.



After Lori plateaued from her orgasm, she said, “Thanks, Rob — that was WONDERFUL. I know you usually only eat my pussy as foreplay to get me wet and ready, but it felt downright blissful to have you do it AFTERWARD. Between that and the wine, I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.”



“If that’s what it takes to make her happy, then it’s my treat,” I thought to myself.



After all of our lovemaking and the film had ended, Lori and I sat hand in hand on the couch, drinking wine and snuggling. I couldn’t contain my curiosity.



“What made you agree to do the X-rated video with me, sweetheart?” I asked. “You’ve always been so straight-laced about things like that.”



Lori blushed and then smiled. “Valentine’s Day is supposed to be for doing something special for the one you love. Happy Valentine’s Day, Rob. I love you!”



THE END



P.S. Please vote and give comments. I know Loving Wives is a tough category, and I used a fair bit of satire and irony to push the envelope and deceive the reader, but hopefully there was something for all to enjoy and little for any to be truly offended — at least not once the true story became clear.

The combination of hot, tropical nights and continuing thunderstorms on the Mexican Riviera made for interesting atmosphere at the resort. It was the third straight evening of rain in Tampico, and the guests had elected not to let the dark, violet cloud covered days and humid, wet nights get in the way of their fun. On the contrary, the dark and stormy weather seemed to act as a blanket covering the increasingly exhibitionist crowd, protecting them against thoughts of their real-life doppelgangers with jobs, bills, kids and responsibilities back at home. The more the wind picked up, the more the tequila flowed. The heavier the downpour of rain, the more active the beach became at midnight. The surf washed up discarded fluorescent bikini tops and bottoms, returning them to land after strangers pulled them from whatever willing and nameless body they desired to ravage.



It was this exact atmosphere which led me to seduce my sister’s sleeping husband a few nights ago, and it was this same air which drove him to fuck me hours later. Yet, although the strangers who shared the resort with me were losing all inhibitions, Luke was going in the other direction. All of my little hints, flirtations and advances were clearly and abruptly declined. He was in no way mean or rude to me, but rather kind. Just as kind as he was before I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, and before he forced his slick cock up my ass three nights ago. He was kind to me as any average brother-in-law would be. His common kindness left me feeling empty. His politeness left me feeling desperately alone. His unwillingness to touch me made me cry myself to sleep. As usual, my younger sister had everything, and I had nothing if I did not have Luke.



Putting three little curved fingers up my pussy alone every night in my cabana was no longer alleviating any pain. I walked along the beach every night, waiting for a tall, dark stranger to approach me with lust in his eyes, but it never happened. As usual, despite my best efforts to appear slutty, I couldn’t pull it off — Too short, too tomboyish, and with glasses and little tits to match, I was neglected. I was a ghost. I suppose my childlike cuteness didn’t help either. Most people likely thought I was there with my parents, rather than a 30-year-old woman.



Like a freak, the way I found my excitement was masturbating in public. I’d find a small shadow somewhere to stand, pull my bikini bottoms just below my ass, put two fingers in my mouth, and then part my pussy lips with them. Hidden from view, I’d look out over the fun loving crowd as I pulled my little fingers in and out of my cunt, my breath growing heavier, my panting betraying my desire to remain secret, until I quickly reached a mild orgasm.



Tonight I needed something more. The kink monster inside of me wanted more danger to fuel the fire. Tonight I found myself crouched down, squatting within the six feet between my cabana and Luke and Robin’s next door. They didn’t even need to be home for the risk of being caught to excite the hell out of me. As I stood with my bottoms below around my knees, feeling the crisp wind across my bare, wet ass cheeks, looking thru the window into their dark cabana, I nearly had an orgasm without touching myself.



With my head tilted back up to the night sky, the little raindrops delivering their assault into my open mouth, and with my fingers lodged slightly into my cunt, teasing my clit with their tips, I was just about to cum. “Oh god”, I muttered. I felt the muscles in my thighs tense. For whatever reason, I opened my eyes just before my orgasm and looked thru the window. At this very moment, the door opened, and the lights flipped on, jarring me out of my dreamlike state. I yanked my fingers from myself and dropped to the muddy ground. Fuck! They were home. But they were not alone.



As Luke entered his cabana, his long brown hair wet from the rain and clinging to his sharp cheekbones, his blue-green eyes glassed over from the marijuana I’m sure he’s been enjoying on a regular basis, he tossed his keys on the table. Behind him was my sister Robin, her full, rubenesque figure well on display beneath a wet, sheer, white beach blouse — large round breasts, curved belly, full ass and thick thighs. Her beautiful face looked anxious, like how I remembered it from her birthday parties growing up. Her full cheeks were rosy. Her long, raven black hair clung to her shoulders. Her piercing deep blue eyes had a twinkle of mischief.



She held the hand of a man who entered behind her. A very tall man. A very muscular man. A shirtless, barefoot, bald, muscular man. I fell to my knees, my eyes, wide open, peering thru the corner of the window. I was in shock. I was trembling. I was sure I was dreaming. My sister is more conservative than I! What the fuck was going on?! …I pretended as if it wasn’t obvious. I was somehow able to pull my eyes away from the muscular man for a brief moment, to see Luke taking huge drags off of a joint. My sister turned to face the bald man, and, without a smile, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He delicately held the back of her head as their tongues mingled in each other’s mouths. They kissed like strangers.



After a moment, she broke away and walked to Luke. She kissed him in the exact same fashion, yet a bit longer, and much more lovingly. After the kiss ended, she looked into his eyes. She took his hand and led him to the bald, muscular man. The man pulled his little shorts down to his knees, revealing a long, thick, flaccid cock.



Luke casually dropped to his knees, and took the thick, soft, elastic cock into his hand. The bald, muscular man allowed his head to fall back as Luke sucked him. At this point, my pussy grew soaking wet. The sight of the man I lusted for, my wife’s husband, sucking the cock of another man had me instantly wetter than I’d ever been in my life. I knew positively that Luke was not gay, but his feminine features and demeanor had me captivated in this moment he was sharing with my sister and her lover. I looked at Luke’s small, tight ass and his bare, strong back as he knelt in front of his wife’s lover, his head bobbing up and down on the man’s shaft. Clearly this was just a sex act for him. This man was a sex toy and Luke had no problem taking his body part into his mouth. The muscular bald man kept his hands on his own hips (was this part of the arrangement? That he not touch Luke while he was servicing him?). The man’s cock grew rigid, and Luke sucked harder. My sister stood watching. I saw her mouth moving. She was whispering something to her lover and her husband, but I couldn’t hear what it was. She removed her clothes, and I saw her large breasts lifting up and down, responding to her heavy breath. Her nipples were rock hard. While Luke ran his tongue up and down the muscular man’s now very stiff cock, my sister placed herself on the bed, on her hands and knees, yet facing away from the two men. She arched her back, offering her thick ass and pussy to the bald man after Luke had prepared him sufficiently.



Without touching my pussy, my heavy thighs dripping with rain and my own juices, crouched down in the mud, I swear to you, my clit pulsated and I had a deep, warm orgasm just watching Luke suck this strange man. I put my hand up against the window as I came, reaching out for him. I wanted to help him.



Luke withdrew the man’s large, hard cock from his mouth. I could see his jaw was tired. As Luke stood up and turned around, taking a seat in a chair facing the bed, I could see his own penis was rock hard. Luke was bigger than the bald man. He sat in the small wooden chair, facing both the bed and the window. I couldn’t even entertain the notion of leaving. I was more attracted to Luke now than I had ever been. I wanted to see him fucked by the man. I wanted to see him dominated. And then I wanted Luke to make love to me.



I remained as small as possible, looking in thru the window. Without hesitation, I saw the man walk up behind my sister and slap her ass, very hard.



“AGH!”



I heard my sister scream thru the window, over the wind and the rain. The bald man got on his knees behind her. He wasted zero time as he roughly squeezed her round breast and shoved his cock up my sister to it’s base.



“OOOOOOO”



My sister cried.



Luke had made this man dangerously horny. The muscular man pumped my sister furiously hard. He squeezed her firmly around her belly as he fucked her pussy. Her entire body shook from the incessant jolts. He pounded her body through her pussy. I wasn’t sure if I was truly hearing the smacking of his hips crashing into her ass, or if I was imagining it. In the end, it didn’t matter.



“AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!”



My sister continued to cry out, both begging him to stop and begging him not to. The big man pushed himself forward, driving Robin into the bed, belly down. His hand still gripped her full breast as he lay over her, driving his cock into her, spreading her lips open with his girth. He fucked her at a rapid clip, and I felt as if I was watching a passionate, slow love making session in fast motion.



I was stunned when I glanced up to see Luke looking into my eyes. He spotted me, and he was angry.



Yet he was still slowly masturbating, stroking his beautiful cock.



“I’m sorry…” I mouthed to him. I’m not sure why I said that, but I did. Luke said nothing. He was looking absolutely nowhere else except into my green eyes. He was looking into me. I felt as if he was inside of me. I was suddenly close to another orgasm, my cunt still aching from the first.



As the man grunted primal, dumb noises when he pulled out of my sister and jacked off over her rear end, Luke glanced at his wife and the man, and back into my eyes as he shot cum onto his own body. The first blast hit him on the neck. The remaining shots landed on his toned chest and stomach, until finally his cock sat in his hand, pulsating, while drops of cum spilled from the tip of his penis over his fist.



He stood from the chair, his still erect rod bouncing as he sauntered over to his wife and exhausted bald man. Suddenly, with Luke standing tall over the two of them, spent on the bed, Luke seemed to be the master in control. He raked four of his fingers over Robin’s ass cheek, gathering much of the bald man’s cum. He put his fingers into Robin’s mouth.



Robin lied face down on the bed, her thick ass exposed, while the men finished their transaction. The strange man put his red shorts on, pulled his wallet from them and handed a thick wad of cash to Luke. The two men exchanged some kind words. I couldn’t make out what was said, but it seems as if the man was asking something of Luke. Luke smiled, and politely declined. The man asked something else. Luke now laughed a bit, and shook his head “no”. Resigned that he would not get whatever he was asking for, the man politely left, and Luke closed the door after him.



Now, alone with his wife, Robin again climbed up on all fours on the bed. Luke ignored her, and walked to the window. I felt fear rush thru my body. I wanted to run away, but I was like a deer in headlights. When he got to the window, he glared down at me, and I, like a frightened child before a spanking, looked up to into his eyes. He reached for the blinds, wanting to pull them down and again shut me out. He again wanted to deny me. Yet, he paused. Not only did he leave the blinds open, but he opened the window. I felt a surge of joy. He was letting me in! Having spent the last half-hour straining to hear from outside, now I heard everything as if I were in the room! I was like an overly grateful dog being allowed table scraps after the meal.



“What are you doing?” my sister laughed, still on her hands and knees. “The rain will get in.”



“Don’t worry about, slut.” He told her. She loved it.



“Oh, I am a slut, aren’t I? What are you going to do to me?”



Luke sauntered up to her, facing her, his flaccid cock dangling at her face. “Did you like watching me suck your lover?”



The question was too erotic for my sister. It needed no verbal response. She took his penis into her mouth.



“That’s good, baby.”



Robin looked up to him. “He fucked me, but you didn’t let him cum in me.”



“Nope,” Luke replied. “Don’t talk. Suck me.”



My sister did as instructed. Luke grabbed her hair and pushed her down on him. “You’re getting better at this. You suck cock like a good slut. Now, like it like an ice cream cone. Like we talked about.” My sister did so. “Good,” Luke said. “God, you’re beautiful. I love seeing your pretty, innocent face with my dick in your mouth.” Robin sucked him harder. “I want to see drool running off your chin.” Soon, he did.



After Luke was about to cum, he pulled out of Robin’s mouth.



“On your back, ready to take it.” My sister rolled over. He stood over her, and again grabbed a fistful of her hair, telling her that he owned her, and that trying to fuss in any way would be useless. He slapped the insides of her upper thighs with his palm.



“OW!” My sister yelled in pain. Luke slapped her sensitive, heavy thighs again. “OW!”



“You’re so fucking sexy. I’m going to put cum in your sexy body.”



Excited, my sister replied, “You will?!”



“You’re body was made to take a big, hard fucking. You can take it, can’t you baby?”



“I’ll try,” she said, as innocently as ever. It hit Luke in the right spot. Still continuing to yank her hair, he climbed on her and slid his large cock in her pussy.



“Did he break it in for you how you like it?” She purred.



“Yes he did, slut. Now shut up.” And with that, he shoved himself inside of her, pushing her thick body down into the bed. My sister moaned, “AAH, OW!”



“I said shut up,” he toyed with her as he again drove into her.



“UUUGH!! You’re bigger, so it still—”



He again fucked her aching cunt, not allowing her to finish.



“UUGH!”



Luke began rolling into her, like an earthquake growing in intensity. My sister began gasping. I watched her round, resilient body take his thrusts, bounce back, only to again be hit with another thrust. Luke was right — she could take it. He didn’t hold back. He fucked her hard. Her large breasts violently rolled in every direction as he plowed in and out of her pussy, her entire body reacting to the thrusts, yanking her head back by her hair.



“UUUNNGGHHHH! UUGH! UGH!”



He shoved his tongue in her mouth as he froze. It was as if someone had pressed pause. Seconds later, I saw cum squeeze out from between the walls of Robin’s abused pussy and Luke’s swollen cock.



“I love you,” Robin said.



“I love you, too,” Luke kindly replied. The sex games had ended. The role-playing was over. The muscular bald man, their human sex toy, had served his purpose.



I was not prepared emotionally to see them share this sincere, intimate moment. Again, I felt alone and empty. Having just witnessed the most insane, thrilling sexual experience of my life, perhaps second only to what Luke and I shared a few nights ago, the emotional fallout was sharp and sudden. For however erotic, charged and high I felt a moment ago, I now felt equally wretched and hollow. My sister and Luke were just pretending. What they had together was real love. I had nothing.



Hours later, alone in my room at 2 AM, I realized there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. My eyes were red and dry from an hour of sobbing in bed. In addition to how lonely I was feeling, I had to contest with all the laughter and joy I heard from the never-ending party going on the beach. Plus, I was sure the Luke and my sister were sound asleep in each other’s arms next door. I needed a drink. I threw on my long, white linen dress over my panties and black bra and headed out to the bar, hoping I could find a quiet spot to drink myself into oblivion. I had to make this stop.



Equally to my joy and horror, I saw Luke sitting alone at the bar. I stopped, unsure if I wanted to talk to him, because I was unsure if he wanted to talk to me. After all, he had appeared furious that I was spying on him earlier. I knew myself too well to think that I wouldn’t eventually need to be near him, so I skipped the hesitation and sat next to him. My instincts were correct — he was pissed.



“What the fuck were you doing out there?” He asked.



“I just needed to be near you. I didn’t know—”



He laughed. “You didn’t know you’d see me suck a stranger and then watch him fuck your sister? That’s shocking.” Luke sarcastically muttered before he downed his tequila, and motioned to the bar tender for another. Thunder cracked loudly overhead and rain poured down. I was quiet for a moment before I cautiously waded in:



“I loved it. Why did I love seeing you with him so much?” I hoped he, the man of my affections, would have the answer.



“You’re asking the wrong person. Maybe you should ask yourself, or your sister. Sounds like you guys are more alike than you realize”.



There was a long pause. The bar was loud with drunk people dancing, playing pool, watching television, etc.



“I have to know…” I started to say.



“About Brett?” Luke interrupted. Luke then gestured to a couple of men in the corner. It was Brett making out with another man, kissing.



“He’s gay. He hit on me the first night we were here. He was sort of tenacious about it. Your sister and I have been in a rut, and for whatever reason it really turned her on that he wanted me so badly.”



“Are you gay?”



Luke again laughed and sipped his tequila. “No, but only because I’m not romantically attracted to men. Brett wants to suck me, but I won’t let him. I’m not interested in letting him put my cock in his mouth.”



“But you’ll suck him?”



“Sure. He’s got an alright cock, and it turns me on that Robin likes it so much. And honestly, it’s flattering that he likes me so much. It’s all taboo and kinky, so I like the kinky thrill of it. What can I say? I like being a sex object.”



He had no fucking idea how much I masturbated thinking of him.



“But I think of it as just like sucking his finger or something.” He casually continued. “For whatever reason, I don’t’ think it’s a big deal. But I don’t want to tell anyone about it.”



“Why would you want to suck his finger?”



Luke laughed at my joke, and eased up on me a bit.



“Maybe I’m bisexual. I’ve always enjoyed using anal toys when I masturbate. And I honestly have no problem sucking a guy’s cock. I just don’t want to kiss them or let them suck me or anything.”



“I thought all men enjoy that? Anal stuff?”



Luke was quiet. He shrugged. “I don’t give a shit what all men like or don’t. I like it.”



His confidence made me hot for him.



“I love your sister to death. I think she’s my soul mate. But…” This was hard for him. He took another drink. “I’m not attracted to her. Watching another man enjoy her, even a gay guy who I had to suck to get hard, it makes me really want her. Maybe it’s a competition thing, but it works. It makes her very sexy to me. “



I understood. “What did he ask you after it was over? Before he left?”



“He had asked I would fuck him, or if he could suck me, and I told him no. Then I told him that was it. No more.”



“Why?” I asked.



“Because you found us out, and I can’t trust you. Robin is very upset, but it just has to be this way. I just told her Brett isn’t working out, and she thinks we can find someone else to use, but it’s not possible. You watching us made me realize how crazy the whole thing is.”



“I won’t tell anyone!” I saw how happy my sister was, having Luke desire her so much. I hated that I ruined that for her.



Luke was silent. “If anyone in your family found out, it would be devastating. It all was supposed to stay between Robin and I. Brett isn’t exactly someone we could bring to your parents house for Christmas. You watching us made me realize that things are only going to escalate. I don’t want to be searching Craigslist for male escorts, and we can’t find one person to share our life with. So — it’s over.”

Courtney’s hands trembled and her heart pounded through her chest at the anticipation of the upcoming return of her husband who had been away for an extended business trip. As she stood in her tight t-shirt and a pink pair of boy shorts, that hugged her astounding figure, she noticed her nipples were hard and long and in anticipation of her master’s return. Over the years, her husband had become obsessed with stretching and extending her nipples. At first, this constant attention bothered her and was painful, but now it was a crucial part of lovemaking that made her pussy drip with anticipation. Due to this constant attention, her beautifully shaped nipples have developed into incredibly sensitive mounds that created a warm and moist feeling in-between her legs by simply brushing up against other people or wearing particular blouses and shirts. Also, Courtney was very self conscious of how her nipples looked in her workout bras and tight shirts, but over time enjoyed seeing the protruding nipple pushing through the material of her shirts. She realized that women and men alike would sometimes sneak a glimpse of her erect nipples, Courtney all the time knowing, that those same folks would love to lay their mouths on them and give them attention.



Snapped back to reality as she heard the phone ring. She realized she didn’t have time to answer it as time was drawing near. As she moved swiftly back and forth throughout the bedroom, her erect nipples brushed repeatedly on her t shirt and it was pain and pleasure at the same time. Ultimately, she couldn’t resist the urge anymore. She gently reached under her shirt and gently tugged on one of them and heard a moan escape from her own lips. As she tugged at her nipple to extend it’s length out to a full inch, she felt a stirring in between her legs as her pussy began to ache. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and how slutty she looked standing there stretching her nipple to over two inches in length. She knew she had to stop but the sight of it pulled between her thumb and forefinger and the feeling was starting to get her heart pounding. She knew she couldn’t stand there pulling on her nipples much longer, soon her master would be home and he would be treating her body to the desires that she has come to desire and need over the time of their relationship. She knew that her mouth, pussy and ass would be filled with cock and her body left exhausted.



All of those things and much more were on the sex schedule for tonight for when he got home, but she had to focus on getting ready. Jeff had been away for some time, and her sexual desire and lust was starting to take control of her entire thought process. She was becoming consumed by the anticipation of the upcoming sex. As she stood in front of the mirror and thought of their deviant sexual history of threesomes and more, she unconsciously rubbed her pussy mound over her cotton panties. She stood there marveling the shape of her frame, due to years of hard fitness training, she realized that she was blessed with the body of an tight 18 year old with a perfect set of tits. How slutty and beautiful she looked at the same time with one hand manipulating her elongated nipple and now one rubbing her pussy mound, feeling her enlargening clit begin to swell with blood. She stole another glance in the mirror and she was excited and embarrassed at the same time, what a little slut she thought, as she snickered to herself.



Courtney’s mind was brought back to reality as she realized her pussy juice was now dripping down the inner part of her thigh. She tentatively reached down to her forbidden juice and ran a finger along the inside of her bronzed and tone thigh, and scooped up a droplet on her forefinger. She knew the right thing to do was to wipe it off, but the urge and her aching pussy told her otherwise. She gently lifted her finger to her mouth so she could taste the clean tasting pre juices seeping out from her now soaked pussy. The flavor was ever so slightly sweet and salty, and now she understood why Jeff said it tasted clean and delicious. Her mouth sucked effortlessly at the finger and cleaned it completely off. It was like holding back a rushing tide to not have another taste of her own pussy juice, but she knew that she was running out of time.



Moments later she stood in front of the mirror. Dressed in black lace crotchless panties and bra, black thigh highs and high heels. Her beautifully toned body, caramel colored skinned looked fantastic against the black outfit. She knew she had one last thing to do before he walked in the door, the asshole plug needed to be put in. She reached for the slim butt plug and the lubricant. She gently began to lubricate the entire length of the 5 inch butt plug. Next, she took additional lubricant and began to press her fingers against her forbidden opening. She was familiar with this pressure as Jeff consistently fucked her ass two to three times a week. It was a completely different feeling when he wanted to rape her backside rather than her tight pussy. Jeff took special pleasure in ravishing her backside and typically her asshole would hurt her for days afterward. Again, it was pleasure measured with pain. She loved the full feeling of his meaty cock buried full up in her rectum. Although painful at some point, she would pull him in tighter to ensure that his balls were slapping on her bum.



As her fingers began to spread her tight asshole in prep for the upcoming plug, she felt her fingers push past her sphincter muscle and deeper into her rectum and stretch it open. Quickly she grabbed the lubricated dildo, replaced her fingers and began to push in the ass plug. It felt cool to her inside, but quickly warm as it pushed farther up her ass. She knew it was secure when the ball end of the dildo pushed into her bum and was securely locked in place and now she could walk around with it securely fastened to her bottom. She always wondered why she did such things, how slutty and whoreish it was to walk around with something like this stuffed in her bottom. Sometimes he would make her put it in and walk around the house for the entire day with it in. She would drop off the kids at school and talk to the other MILF’s and wonder does anybody else walk around with things stuffed in their ass? Does anybody else have a master that requires that their nipples get stretched long and their asshole’s to loosen up and made easier to fuck? All good questions but not ones that get easily resolved and pondering them now was pointless.



Soon the dildo was pushed over the knob and was set securely in place inside her bum. It was an incredibly arousing feeling, she felt as though she was a sexual slave there for his abuse, and all slaves need a collar, in this case her collar was an ass plug used to stretch her hole in anticipation of a anal raping that would take place later. This plug will stretch her perfect star so that when it comes time for the assault on her backside, her hole will accept him quickly and will allow him to pound her bottom ruthlessly without causing her much pain while waiting for him to shoot his seed deep inside her anal cavity.



As the door opened her heart skipped a beat, the time was now. He walked directly across the kitchen and straight up to his slave and greeted her with a kiss on the lips . Shaking with anticipation, she responded, I love you and I have prepared myself as you desired and I all of my holes are yours to use as well. Jeff stood back a step and looked at his stunning wife, crotchless panties, black thigh highs and heels, exactly as he loves his slaves. He reached up with both hands and firmly took hold of each of her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. They both knew what his intentions were and considering how long he had been away, she knew the pain might be more than the pleasure due to his long time away. He began to twist Courtney’s nipples and then began to stretch them out. The chill ran down her spin all the way to her still aching and dripping pussy. Her head was down and watched as her sensitive nipples stretched and were pulled long away from her chest. First it was one inch, then he continued to pull them out until they were stretched a full two to two and half inches from her mounds. At this point, it was all she could do not to cry out but she knew if she did, he would only pull harder. Jeff demanded that she raise her head and look at him in the eyes. Court picked her head up and he whispered, you are a good slave and you understand that I will stretch and pull these because I like to, I don’t really care if it hurts and you understand that, don’t you? She understood and whisper, my body is yours to use and play with.



As he continued to pull and tug on her now numb and distended nipples, her pussy juice was literally dripping and making spots down her leg. She could feel the droplet hang on her pussy lips then drop to hit her lower thigh or around her knee. Jeff noticed the drip and wanted to exploit this. He whispers, turn around and show me how good you have prepared yourself. Courtney turns around and bends over to expose her ass to her master. As she bends over, Jeff looks for the butt end sticking out of her rump. Spread your asscheeks with both hands and show me. Courtney reached around with both hands and pulled aside her beautifully round and caramel colored asscheeks exposing the beige colored buttplug securely in her asshole. Jeff reached out and pushed it farther in, Courtney responded with a grunt. Although pushed into the hilt, he pushed harder and harder to ensure she felt it against her anal walls. He was now pushing hard enough to that she had to brace herself against the bureau so that she didn’t fall forward onto it.



After a few minutes of this punishment, he removed the dildo all the way out and he saw her sphincter quickly retract tightly closed. In his mind, Jeff was upset. He really wanted her asshole to stay loose and open due to all the punishment he has given her tight hole, but Courtney’s body was ripped and she was an incredible athlete and was fighting the looseness instinctively. The last time he pulled the dildo out, he checked it for cleanliness, and it was spotless. He instructed her to turn her head to the left and clean it off. She hated this and understood the risk of infection but again, it was expected. She felt him push the remarkably clean dildo pushing into her mouth and her mouth and lips worked to ensure it was entirely cleaned off of the lubricant and any ass juice. The taste was mild and actually got her a little hotter thinking of much of a slut she has become over the years. She would have never thought of going ass to mouth on herself with a dildo, but over the years Jeff has developed her inner slut where she was willing to try and perform mostly any task. She didn’t even know the dildo was removed from her mouth until she felt it push back into her sphincter and was set securely back in place.



On instructions, Courtney turned back around and was instructed to kneel in front of him. As she lowered herself to the floor, she felt the dildo stretch her hole a little more until she was resting comfortably on her knees. She knew the drill and immediately started to undo his belt and pants until she was greeted with his meaty cock bobbing up and down before her eyes. This is an activity that Courtney has long loved. She is an oral god, she loves the art of cock sucking, the smoothness of his head and shaft as it penetrates her pouty lips and the warmness of his cock as it sits and plunges in and out of her mouth. She truly was an oral slut and loved to have her mouth used as humping and dumping ground.



If interested in next chapter…let me know.

Michelle returned from the bathroom after about 15 minutes.



I was still in my seat watching secretly from behind the mirror, wondering what Sandy had meant when she asked; “Do you like the show so far?”



The implication that there is more to come, but what more could these people do to my drunk wife?



More to the point; what would she let them do?



Sandy handed me a drink & left the room. I was watching Michelle walking around the main room a bit confused & obviously looking for me.



She had straightened her dress, touched up her makeup & let her blonde hair out.



Michelle looked a million bucks as she made her way past the dance floor, turning heads all the way to a glass table the corner of the room opposite the bar.



I got up, walked through a door & into the next room. I sat in the last chair at the far end, literally three metres from my wife, who was still looking around trying to find me.



Why could I hear the music I thought to myself?



I noticed a couple open air vents in the window just below the ceiling, which allowed me to hear fairly clearly.



One of the waiters walked over to Michelle and handed her an orange drink in a tall thin glass. She smiled, thanked him & turned away as he walked back to the bar. Now she was facing the mirror & sipping her drink, oblivious to the fact I was looking her in the eyes.



Michelle touched up her lipstick, adjusted her mask & played subtly with her hair in the reflection. She was clearly enjoying herself because she was swaying her hips & humming along to the music, not realizing she was staring right at me.



I was so fixated on her beauty that I didn’t even see them approach her, but soon Michelle was surrounded by three masked men.



“You’re very sexy Blondie.” The guy on the right said in a British accent, “Do you want to have some fun?”



“No thank you” Michelle replied, “I’m just waiting for my husband & then we’re going home.”



“But my friends & I want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours.” He said lewdly as he reached behind & grabbed her ass. “You know you want it baby.”



“Ewww don’t!” Michelle snapped as she slapped his hand away. “Fuck off!”



“Now don’t play rough babe,” He said as he took her arm by the wrist & used his other hand to grab her ass again. “Your ass is what school boy’s dream of when they jack off.”



“Yuck!” She said pulling a sour face, “That’s disgusting.”



“What can I say? You look like a teacher babe” he continued, “…and I’m just a horny school boy who deserves an F!”



“You’re a pig!” Michelle snapped at him, “Now let me go.”



Michelle’s other hand was holding her drink, so she was in a predicament as the other two guys closed in & crowded her space.



“Has your husband ever knocked on that pretty little back door?” The guy was becoming more vulgar, “Or do you tell him it’s dirty?”



“I don’t know…” Michelle started to speak but was cut off as the guy continued.



“You don’t know what?” He smirked, “If your husband has thought about fucking you from behind?”



“I… never… huh!” Michelle stuttered.



“Don’t worry baby, he has dreamt of it ever since you met” He cut her off again. “Men love nothing more than turning little princesses just like you into anal fuck-sluts!”



Michelle’s mouth dropped open in shock, “My god. That’s disgusting!” She turned & looked at him. “You’re a horrible pig!”



“Damn right, & you’re my dirty little fuck-slut!” he said as he leaned in and kissed her.



The kiss lasted for about 3 seconds before Michelle pulled her face away. “Don’t, I don’t want to.” She said annoyed.



Her mouth dropped open again, she let out a gasp. Her eyes were wide open & staring straight at me because the guy pulled her hand to his exposed 9 inch cock & rubbed it hard on his crotch.



“Relax, it won’t bite.” He said smiling as his other hand started groping her ass. “You love all this attention, don’t you slut?”



“Why are you doing this to me?” Michelle said confused as one of the other men placed his hand on her right breast. “Please stop, I don’t want to.”



“If you don’t want to, then why are you playing with my cock?” The guy asked.



I looked down & saw that every time he rubbed Michelle’s hand on his dick, he released the grip on her wrist. She was now stroking his cock by herself. Each time her hand moved down the shaft, her fingers gripped tighter.



His other hand was sliding up the front of her thigh, lifting her black cocktail dress higher each time & exposing the tops of her black stockings.



The guy beside her was pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of the dress, as the guy behind walked away to the corner. I watched him as he started to drag the glass table closer.



Michelle’s stockings were briefly but regularly on display as her assailants molested her body. The guy was whispering in her ear, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying.



He had worked both his hands high under her dress and was simultaneously playing with her front & back



“Do you like me rubbing your pussy slut?” he said.



Michelle sounded meek & spoke quietly. “Yes.”



“And what about when I put my finger here?” She gasped and shuffled forward a bit as he moved his other hand around on her ass. “Well teacher. Are you going to give me an A?”



Michelle looked ashamed while staring at her reflection & nodding reluctantly, as she agreed to the indecent proposal without saying a word.



“I’m going to let you suck my dick now slut.” He said still rubbing her crotch, “That way I will be lubed up for when I slide it into your asshole”



Michelle was confused, drunk & had completely lost her inhibitions by this stage. He put his hand on her head & guided her as she knelt down in front of him without releasing the grip on his cock.



Slowly she lent forward & started to lick the tip of his dick. Sliding her mouth over the head, she used her tongue while her hand continued stroking his shaft.



The guy grabbed the back of her head, clenched his fingers & twisted her hair as he pulled her closer. “That’s it slut, try to make me cum!”



Michelle was gradually taking more & more of this guys cock in her mouth. Deep-throating his shaft until she couldn’t fit anymore in.



He was rough & pulled her closer. “Just breathe slut, you won’t choke.” He said as she began to gag.



After a few minutes he suddenly jerked her head back, pulling it away from his dick. “Stand up slut!” he demanded.



Michelle stood up and looked at him, waiting for her next instruction. ‘Now show me those tits.”



Michelle noticed that there were now about fifteen people standing around her as she looked around, unsure of this command. “I haven’t got all day slut. Show me those tits!” He firmly said again.



Reluctantly, Michelle reached up and slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. She pulled the front of her black cocktail dress down & exposed her tiny pink nipples. They were hard & centered perfectly on her creamy white perky A-cup breasts.



My dick was like a rock as I watched my beautiful wife standing half naked in front of this crowd. I wanted to go out there & drag her away, but I was so turned on but the evening’s events, that I needed to see more.



“Turn around & face the table” the guy instructed as she slowly turned around. “Now lift your dress & show me that sweet ass.”



Michelle hiked her skirt up over her hips & held it in place. Her black thigh high stockings & garters attached looked amazing. She was now facing the growing crowd of onlookers.



They could see her shaved pussy through thin lace thong & I could see her perfectly formed ass as she stood like a statue waiting for her next instruction.



He walked up behind her & reached around to her chest. “These are fucking perfect.” He said as he massaged her breasts & licked her neck for a few moments again whispering in her ear.



“Alright slut” He said stepping back & pointing to the glass table. “Bend over that table, spread your legs & raise that fine ass high.”



As Michelle lent over the glass table & she was immediately startled by a guy lying on the floor looking straight up at her naked breasts. It didn’t stop her as she spread her legs about two feet apart & waited.



The guy knelt down behind her & buried his face in her ass. Michelle’s black lace thong was pulled aside as the guy started licking & tonguing her pussy & asshole like a hungry dog.



Michelle was resting on her elbows to start with, but she lowered her body onto the clear glass table as the pleasure became too much. With her breasts pressed onto the glass, she started moaning quite loudly & moving her hips in rhythm as he tongue-fucked her ass.



Because her eyes were closed, she didn’t see the guy under table pull out a video camera. Everything he was filming was now displayed on a large cinema size screen above the bar.



Everyone in the room was now watching my wife having her ass eaten out from two angles. Half the crowd turned to watch the screen as he continued filming the action.



The guy soon stood up behind her & wiped his mouth. Like clockwork, one of the waiters walked over & handed him a small bottle of lubricant.



Hooking his index finger under the thin g-string of her thong, he again pulled it to one side. With his other hand, he squirted lube into the crack of her ass & then onto his rock hard cock before throwing the bottle & rubbing lube all over the shaft & head.



He rested his hand on the small of her back & gently pressed his thumb onto her puckered asshole as Michelle stared panting like she was short of breath..



Michelle relaxed more & slowly his thumb started to slide in. The digit moved beyond his nail, then the knuckle where he held it steady allowing her to get used to it.



“Tell me you like that slut.” He said loudly. “Tell me you want it deeper.”



“I … like it.” Michelle exhaled as she spoke, “Give me… uhhh… More…”



He continued to press his thumb farther into her asshole. I looked up at the screen & could see her staring right at the camera. Michelle’s eyes were bloodshot & her face blushed pink as he worked his thumb in & out of he ass.



He moved closer behind her & removed his thumb. “I’ll give you more you fucking slut.”



Holding the head of his cock on her puckering asshole, he gripped her hips and began to push forward.



The head of his dick popped in, but he didn’t push too much. Instead he again waited for Michelle’s ass to relax and open up a bit more. This allowed her body to accept the invasion and made his insertion smoother.



Slowly but surly his cock was sliding farther into my wife’s ass. He reached around & began to rub her clit until all 9 inches were buried deep inside her.



He began to slide in & out now, pumping her from behind & still talking. “You like that, don’t you slut?”



On the big screen I could see Michelle’s nipples were pressed flat onto the glass as she gripped tight to the sides of the table. “Yes, yes… ummmm… Yes!” She mumbled in a fit of bliss.



Her cheek pressed onto the cold glass. Drool started to leak from the corner of her mouth & her lipstick smeared on the glass.



He was getting faster now & slapping her butt cheeks like he was riding a horse.



“Tell me you love it slut!” He demanded. “Tell me I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had!”



“Ohhh… I… Uhhh… Ohhhh… I love it!” Michelle yelled out in short, sharp breaths. “Fuck me hard, fuck me hard, fuck me…”



His hands were firmly pressing down on her ass as he started fucking her harder. With short sharp thrusts, Michelle was lost in this strange world of pleasure, grinding her sweaty hips to his rhythm.



Most of the people were watching then big screen when the guy neared his climax & started to lose rhythm & pull out.



“Cum in me!” Michelle screamed out between thrusts. “I want… uhhh… Cum in my ass you prick!”



“Aaaarrr… Yesss! That’s it you slut!” The guy grunted as he squeezed her hips, thrust forward & shot his load into my wife’s ass.



“Ooooaaaahhhh!” Michelle moaned as her body went limp on the table like she had climaxed also. “Uuummmm… Yummm…”



He withdrew his cock until it popped out of her, followed by a river of creamy white cum.



I watched in amazement as her dilated pink anus started to spasm & contract. Michelle was leaning face first on the table exhausted, with her legs still straight & her ass in the air.



The guy lightly slapped her ass cheek when he walked away, leaving her breathing heavily, exposed & vulnerable in front of the crowd.



Two women walked over. They helped Michelle up, turned her around & sat her back down on the edge of the table.



The dress was still bunched around her waist as she sat there looking dazed & confused with her arms dangling limp at her sides.



I was wondering what was going to happen next, then one of the women leaned in & started passionately kissing Michelle on the lips.



To be continued…

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