sp;                                                       A. G. Thomas



For several long minutes I sat looking stupidly at the door as the frantic pounding and shouts of Police continued before slowly rising and walking to the door. As I turned the dead bolt the door burst open and I found myself looking into the concerned faces of three uniformed policemen.

"Mr. Bishop. We tried your office first but they informed us that you hadn't come in and we feared the worse. Thank God you haven't done anything foolish. May we come in please." As the officers stepped forward I blocked their way. "What's this about I nearly screamed. I haven't done anything. I'm a respected businessman and member of the community."

"It's about your wife sir! Now may we please come in and talk to you." As I stepped aside and they filed past me the one with a lot of strips on his sleeve took my arm after closing the door behind him. "Perhaps it would be better if we all sat down. Would you be so kind as to show us to your living room please. As if I were one of the walking dead without a word I turned and led them into the living room.

Not until upon standing in the entranceway and seeing the static on the TV did I remember leaving the DVD's and stack of photos out on the coffee table in plain sight. Seeing one of the policemen reach down and begin thumbing through the stack of photos I tore from the grasp of the one holding me and rushed forward. But my lunge was blocked by the third policeman who after wrapping his arms about me said it's to late Sarge. We should have known when that sick fucker just laughed at us that he'd done something like this."

I hardly heard his words though as while struggling to brake loose I was screaming let me go you've no right. "Calm down Mr. Bishop. We're not here to critic your viewing habits we're here to help you." Somehow his words broke through the anger and shame that filled my brain and slowly my frantic struggles to brake free ceased. "Help! How the hell could you possibly help me" I whispered as with tears filling my eyes I slumped to the couch.

"What in heavens name could you possibly do or say that might be of the slightest help to me" I muttered. "Are you going to tell me that the slut in those videos and photos isn't my wife. Maybe your going to tell me that they've been retouched, or that it's some other woman who just happens to look like her. Is that what your here to do. Are you here to try to convince me that the wanton filthy slut that I saw in those DVD's and photo's is anyone other then my wife."

By the time the last words were out of my mouth I was screaming like an hysterical woman. For a minute none of them said a word they simply looked at me. Sitting down beside me the Sergeant said "no Mr. Bishop that's not what were here to do. I'd give anything to tell you that the woman that you saw in those video's isn't your wife but I'd be lying. And no matter how convincing I tried to be you'd know I was lying, so no, I'm not going to try to deceive you.

But before you think about divorcing her you might want to hear why she did what she did. To make a long story short she was blackmailed. You see Lawrence Lathum the head of the EMC at St. Marks drugged her one night about five weeks ago. We believe he somehow slipped her ketamine. At least that's what our experts think after viewing the tape he made of her that night. Mr. Lathum won't admit to it. He just laughs like a hyena while saying what a black cock hungry slut she is, but as I said I experts think ketamine was the catalyst for her behavior the first time.

As for your wife well the only thing that she remembers about that evening is a distorted perception of both sight and sound. She vaguely remembers Mr. Lathum leading her from the EMC. It was as if she were looking down on herself; as if she were dreaming. She doesn't remember anything else until the next morning when, after waking up with she describes as a hangover, Mr. Lathum showed her a tape of her having sex not only with him but several other men as well.

Our experts believe that in the dream like hallucinate state that she was in he convinced her that she was at home with you. That it was you that she was making love to. As I said earlier the sick fucker didn't stop there. Over the next several hours he had several friends of his visit her in that room.

It's the belief of our experts that before each man had sex with her Mr. Lathum told her how much he, meaning you, loved her; how much he enjoyed making love to her. Not knowing or suspecting that anything was other that what she believed it to be she willingly and uninhibitedly welcomed each lover she was presented to.

He video taped as well as took photographs of every thing that transpired in that hospital room. In the morning he confronted her with what he termed her indiscretion. He told her that if she didn't become his sex slave; I don't know if he used that exact terminology, but however he worded it it boiled down to  if she didn't do as he wished that he would send copies of the video not only to you but to both hospitals administrators as well as her parents.

Leaving her with no option but to comply, and believing that by doing so she was saving her marriage as well as retaining the respect of her parents she gave in. That in a nut shell Mr. Bishop is how he got your wife to willingly participate in making those video's you looked at. What she hadn't foreseen was the depravity that Mr. Lathum was capable of.

Do you remember him bringing her home?" Slowly I nodded and when I did he said "ok that checks out then. At least Lathum wasn't just blowing smoke up our asses and bragging about something that he only now wished he had done. Now what comes next I hate to tell you but I have to. Were you aware that as you were driving away that he went back into your house and that he didn't leave until just before you returned from work?" Jumping to my feet I screamed no while looking at each policeman in turn hoping, praying that what he'd said was wrong even though in my heart of hearts I knew he wasn't.

I'm afraid so Mr. Bishop. Mr. Lathum bragged about it. He boasted about using her every way possible while telling her what a wanton slut she was. He claims he repeatedly taunted her about pleasuring his friends and any others he might decide to give her to. He also took pictures of her that he didn't send to you because, though they were very provocative, we've seen them, they didn't show her with other men.

What you have there on the table before you Mr. Bishop are the only two videos that he shot." For several long minutes he paused studying my face before again speaking. "You heard me correctly Mr. Bishop he only shot two videos that he had any intention of distributing. There are roughly a hundred copies of each, which in addition to the blackmail video, the District Attorney well see are destroyed after Mr. Lathum's trial.

As for the web site well it doesn't exist. In the raid we were able to get his computers and thus prevent his uploading it to the internet. Here again after the trial the hard drives will be destroyed. The District Attorney wishes you to know that he will do all that is in his power to protect your wife's identity and thus hopefully your marriage.

Now if you'll be so kind as to come with me Mr. Bishop I'll take you to see your wife." With that he stood and without waiting to see if I and his fellow officers were following walked from my living room. A moment later I along with the other two policemen followed.

Once in his car we, with the others following behind in another car, pulled away from my house. It was not until about fifteen minutes later that I became aware that we were not heading in the direction of the hospital but toward the industrial park.

"Where are we going? I thought you were taking me to the hospital? I thought we were taking me to see my wife?" For a second only silence greeted my panicked words and then he spoke or should I say chuckled.

"Hospital? I never said anything about a hospital Mr. Bishop" he chuckled as he turned into the industrial park. "As for seeing your pretty black cock hungry wife, well.... you'll see that nasty cum slut in about another minute, give or take a few seconds. Now sit back and enjoy what's left of the ride."

Hardly a moment later he pulled between two warehouses then around to a building that's front was an office complex. Pulling up before the offices which had LapItUp Productions stenciled on the window he climbed from behind the wheel and opened my door. When I hesitated he pulled me from the police car and shoved me toward the entrance. Move it Bishop! You wouldn't want to keep Mr. Lathum and his "star" waiting would you.

Opening the door he pushed me through. Flashing a beaming smile to the receptionist he chuckled "hi beautiful. They haven't started shooting yet have they?" Looking up from her magazine she smiled and despite all the thoughts roaring through my head my breath caught in my throat. She was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. She looked like the younger version of the 1983 Bond girl Kim Basinger except that her hair wasn't blonde, it was a lustrous deep chestnut.

There was another difference also. Her skin coloring was like that of another famous actress and bond girl Halle Berry. I couldn't help but wonder if the rest of her was as beautiful and then I didn't have to wonder anymore as she stood and walked from behind her desk.

My heart beat in perfect rhythm to the clicking of her three inch stiletto heels on the marble floor. She was dressed in a skin tight red dress that was so short as to just barely cover her charms. As she glided, yes glided, toward us I stared opened mouth at her. Her light laugh, like the ringing of a fine crystal bell, tickled my ears as with but a cursory glance at the cop beside me she stepped to within a papers thickness of me. Only her 34C breast, which looked to be about to spill out of her dress and my erection kept her from melting against me.

A shiver racked my shoulders as rising to her tiptoes and with her lips just lightly touching my ear sultrily whispered "Mr. Bishop I presume. You must be very proud of your wife. She's made you a lot of money. Not as much as she's made Lapitup Productions of course, but a lot of money never the less."

The closeness of her, the smell of her perfume scrambled my senses making her words meaningless syllables. For a moment I forgot why I was there, forgot that somewhere in the building my wife might at that very moment be fornicating with an untold number of negro's.

Dropping back onto her heels and without taking her eyes from mine she breathed "no Forrest. He was about to wake her up a couple of hours ago and get her ready for her next video but then he got a call from one of the distributers. Seems they had a special request, and no I don't have any idea what it was. All I can tell you is that after he hung up he told everyone to get the fuck out and not to come back for a couple of hours.

When they left I asked the main cameraman William what was going on. He didn't know but he said that after the call Mr. Lathum was ecstatic. Maybe even more ecstatic then he'd been at Robin's first shoot. He swore he saw dollar signs in the old man's eyes. Anyway, before Mr. Lathum started burning up the phone he told me to tell you that even though he'd promised you and your compatriots another taste of her it ain't gonna happen. At least not today."

I sensed more then felt the cop beside me tense up. Was he really a cop I wondered, or was he just someone dressed up to look like a cop in order to get me here? Well whichever the case was, he had fulfilled his assignment admirably. "Before you go storming onto the set and getting in his face darkie you best think twice. You ain't so dumb as to forget what happened to the last two brothers that pissed him off are you?"

Again her light tinkling laugh kissed my ears after which she breathed "Best if you just go on back to the precinct and catch you some bad guys. Besides now that you know where she lives, and of course if Mr. Bishop here has no objections, well then you can visit her just about any ol' time you please. If it were me though, well I'd just satisfy myself with pleasuring her on the set so as I wouldn't piss off Mr. Lathum."

The buzzing of the telephone cut off whatever else she might have been going to say. Her words must have had their desired effect for the anger which had been emitting in waves from the stocky negro beside me dissipated. Turning from me she leaned over her desk and picked up the phone. When she did her skirt rode up confirming my fantasy that she wasn't wearing panties.

Looking back over her shoulder she gave me a wink and while smiling said yes Mr. Lathum. Just a few minutes ago. All right sir I'll tell them" and with that she hung up the phone. Without waiting for her to say another word Forrest grabbed my arm. Muttering under his breath so that the receptionist wouldn't hear he hissed, "all right Bishop let's go. Lets go watch your wife make her seventh video shall we."

Pushing me through the door we walked down a long hallway. As we drew nearer to a door over which a red light glared the faint sound of dogs barking that I'd heard when entering the hallway grew louder. Standing before the door I held back. I did not want to see what was on the other side. I did not want to see what the special request for my wife's latest video was. But a hand between my shoulder blades propelled me through the door and into the surreal setting of an animal shelter.         

her here, under the wooden structure of the dock!

Ashlee made no protest when Coby lifted her into the strength of his arms. They kissed crazily, as he carried her below the darkened docks of Pier Nineteen. Here the air was musty and cobwebs twisted and swayed in the sultry breeze. He laid Ashlee down on the dusty boards which made up the floor, and then lowered his body to cover hers.

The two were not aware of their surroundings in the heat of their desire, nor were they aware of the tall, shadowy figure who watched them from a distance, concealed behind the overhanging old ropes which hung from the top of the dock like a dark canopy. Ashlee's clothes were coming off, and she soon lay there shamelessly naked as Coby gazed longingly at her lovely body.

Jason Turner watched with cold brown eyes as Coby's lips swooped downward to draw Ashlee's aroused nipple into his mouth. Jason heard his fiancée moan in pleasure as Coby began to suck and flick the pink nub of Ashlee's breast.

Jason watched as Coby's hands slid down Ashlee's body to find the dark curls nestled between her long legs. His fingers stroked and caressed as his mouth played lovingly upon her large, lovely breasts. Jason had gone onto the docks for a late afternoon walk. He never imagined he would find something like this when he had left his father's fishing boat!

"Ohhh Coby! You do that so well!" Ashlee spoke in a sexy purr. "I was going to ask you for a back-rub, but I think I prefer your hot cock instead!"

Jason's eyes widened in great shock and disbelief. Ashlee never spoke that brazenly to him. Nor had she ever gazed at him with such a breathtaking mixture of love and lust shining in the depths of her sapphire eyes. Coby was taking great delight in her wanton response, his hands ceasing to caress Ashlee's body just long enough to remove his own clothing. Soon Coby stood over Ashlee's loveliness entirely nude.

Despite Jason's disgust at finding his fiancee in the arms of her former lover, he was angered to find himself becoming more than mildly aroused by the passionate scene before him. "Take me now, Coby! I'm yours!" Ashlee called out in a pleading voice, her thighs coming open to receive Coby's thrust. Jason felt his own male organ swell and throb when he heard those sexy words.

Coby lowered his body over Ashlee's, his swollen member entering her in one velvet plunge. She was wet and hot, her silken tunnel welcoming him tightly. Jason watched Coby's hips pump up and down atop the woman they both loved, as Ashlee kept muttering erotically, "Deeper, Coby! Ohhhh YES! Faster! HARDER!!!"

Ashlee wrapped her long sexy legs around Coby's butt, her body rising wildly to meet his forceful thrusts. Jason had a perfect view of Coby's thick shaft disappearing again and again into Ashley's tight little pussy. Jason felt his cock straining hard and swollen in the tight confines of his blue jeans, when he suddenly came to the realization that the lovemaking had never been this intense with him and Ashlee. She had never moaned, screamed, and begged as she was doing now when fucking Coby. Andshe had most certainly never wrapped those gorgeous legs around HIS body while raking her long red nails across the flesh of his back.

"Ohhh God, Ashlee!" Jason heard Coby moan in a voice aching with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum!!!"

"I'm gonna cum, too," Jason said under his breath, finally releasing his own erection which had been about to burst from his jeans as he needed to find satisfaction soon. Jason began to stroke it roughly as he listened to the lustful groans of Coby Sheer. Just as Ashlee let out a scream of utter ecstasy, Jason exploded all over his own hand trying not to call out his joy too loudly upon his orgasm. As Ashlee's body quaked with the force of her climax, Coby voiced throaty groans of pleasure, his fiery semen pouring into Ashlee's velvety depths.

After their heated lovemaking session, Ashlee lay snuggled in Coby's arms, unaware that she, Coby, and Jason had just had a triple climax. Her dark head was cradled against Coby's chest as Coby began to speak. "That was wonderful, love. You're great," Coby said, placing a soft kiss upon the top of her head.

"Thank you, my love," Ashlee said cheerfully with a small smile. "You were pretty marvelous yourself. That was the wildest sex I've had in quite awhile."

"Yeah," they heard a sarcastic voice say from out of the shadowy darkness. "I might even say that myself."

"Jason!" Ashlee gasped, her body trembling as she jerked upright, twisting halfway out of Coby's arms when she heard her fiancée's familiar deep voice.

"That's right, Ashlee. It's me and I saw everything. You really put on quite a show," Jason said, his face absent of any expression as he moved into their view. Luckily, he had the presence of mind to have zipped his jeans before stepping out from the shadows.

"My Gawd, you saw---?!" Ashlee cried out, cheeks flaming. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Say anything?! I didn't want to miss the entertainment!"

"Ashlee, I think we better get dressed," Coby spoke, reaching for his clothing, but Jason's booted foot moving quickly, covering the pile of discarded clothes and stopping Coby from covering his nakedness.

"Not so fast, Sheer," Jason said coldly. "You're not moving a muscle until Ashlee gives me some sort of explanation."

Jason's furious dark eyes shifted to Ashlee, regarding her with a dangerous blend of savagery and disgust. "Jason, please! Don't hate me!" Ashlee murmured in a pitiful sob. "I didn't want to hurt you!"

"Why the hell were you acting like a slut then?! My Gawd, we were supposed to get married!!! Why were you fucking someone else?!"

"Stop it, Turner!" Coby screamed ferociously. "You can't talk to Ashlee that way!"

"Y---You don't know the whole story," Ashlee spoke, looking from one man to the other. "You won't like what I have to confess."

"Out with it, Ashlee!" Jason insisted impatiently, rolling his eyes. "Come on...we don't have all day."

Ashlee took a huge, deep breath, and then began speaking. "Years ago, after Coby and I broke up, I was in a terrible state," said Ashlee. "I was so confused, so heartbroken, and I felt so undeserving of love. I felt I could never love again. I ended up in London. I had to find work, but I could not concentrate. I ended up selling my body for money because I felt so bad about myself. I became the slut you have accused me of."

Coby gasped in horror as Jason continued to stare into Ashlee's face with steely brown eyes. He looked as though he may be sick. "I didn't want to do it. I was just out of my mind with grief," Ashlee spoke tearfully, pleading with both Jason and Coby with her sorrowful blue eyes.

"Luckily something pulled me out of it, and I decided to leave for Paris to study medicine. That's why...that's why I couldn't give myself to you completely, Jason. I just couldn't bring myself to act the slut for someone other than the man I love."

"You're saying you love Sheer, aren't you, Ashlee?" Jason choked out as tears were aglow in his angry eyes.

"I've always loved him, Jason. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to use you. I was confused about my feelings. Now I am finally admitting it to myself. It's Coby I have always loved, and Coby I will continue to love," Ashlee confessed, pain in her beautiful blue eyes as she gazed at Jason with nothing but compassion.

"And where does that leave me, Ashlee?" Jason asked in a groan.

"I have to set you free."

"Set me free?" Jason repeated, a pained expression on his handsome face. "Why didn't you set me free before you fucked him?! Gawd, you make me sick!"

Jason turned away, his face downcast in deep sorrow. Coby and Ashlee scrambled to put on their clothes. They were half-dressed when suddenly Jason twisted back around, glaring into their faces.

"I will never forgive you for this, Ashlee! You said you loved me. You said you would be my wife. We were going to have children together!" Jason cried out. "It was nothing but lies! You lied to me again and again! Well, I won't just stand here and grieve for that which never really was! Instead, I'm going to go out and find somebody else! I'm going to look for a REAL woman!"

With those words, Jason walked away, leaving Ashlee to stare at Coby with a surprised expression on her face. "How do you like that?" she gasped. "He breaks up with me... and right away he's out 'looking for love.'"

"We shouldn't let it concern us, Ashlee," Coby said, pulling her into his arms as he suddenly realized she was all his now. "I'm just glad that I am not longer 'looking for love."

"Me, too, love," she said gazing into his greenish hazel eyes. "I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out how much I love you. I guess I'm just a stubborn fool."

"We were both stubborn fools, my love, but no more," said Coby, reaching down to softly kiss her lips. "Now, I'm NEVER letting you go."

(Stay tuned for Chapter Three: Jason finds a Woman...or Two)

she left with a group of guys who wanted to gangbang her and didn't come back until the afternoon of the next day. I wasn't bothered by her appetite for hard cock, but overnight was a bit too much for this brand spanking, new husband. She claimed she fucked over thirty guys, lots of them more than once. She slept for the rest of the day, but that night she slipped out of the room and didn't return until late the next morning. I put her over my knee and gave her cute rounded ass a good spanking as she cried and told me she'd be a good girl. I went out to the pool to calm down and when I returned she was gone again, this time for two days.

 By the time we got back from this disaster of a honeymoon, I knew there would be big trouble and soon unless I came up with some kind of plan to keep her happy. She confessed that she was seeing a couple of guys at the part time job she had, both of them married, which was something of a blessing. Between them and me, Charlie claimed she could probably get by provided she got plenty of action on the weekend. Based on her performance on our honeymoon, there was no way that yours truly and a couple of part time studs at her job were going to fill the bill.

 I started scrambling to come up with a lot more trustworthy individuals who wouldn't mind taking care of Charlie's itch on the weekends. My goal was to be able to set her up for at least one gangbang over the weekend, although two or even three might be a better fit for her considerable appetite when it came to cock. I got lucky when an old buddy of mine who had gotten married a few years ago complained to me that he and his wife needed something extra to keep the magic going. That got me to thinking and after making a number of phone calls, I managed to arrange the first couples day involving Charlie and a few of my old buddies and ex-girlfriends who now were happily, or in some cases, not so happily married.

 The initial one took place at the home of one of my closest friends and his sexy wife who went both ways it turned out, and a good time was had by all, especially Charlie who even allowed herself to be tied up for a portion of the gangbang. Although there were only four other couples in attendance, my nympho bride's itch was well scratched thanks to the enthusiastic response of the women. By far Charlie was the hottest babe there, and that sort of incentivized the distaff side to put a little extra into the way they handled my wife.

 Things turned freaky when our hostess broke out her strap-on and the ladies took turns stirring up the loads of hot sperm that their husbands had pumped into every hole that Charlie possessed. One guy managed to drop a load into her armpit, and another filled one of her ears to the brim with his offering as everyone cheered him on. Once word got around about this little orgy the invitation list grew to the point that people had to make reservations to attend a couples meeting.

 My nympho wife took to bondage like a duck to water. She claimed that being tied tightly freed her from any guilt feelings and made the hard cocks, strap-ons, fists and fast tongues that probed her even more pleasurable. I also was informed that the frequent spankings I gave her these days also eased any residual guilt she might have for cheating on me. Strange as it sounded, our new arrangement seemed to be working. However like any significant change in one's pattern, this one had its ups and downs. Usually the  sexual momentum generated by the weekend action was enough to sustain her until mid-week. Beyond that it was a crap shoot. It was my call on keeping Charlie happy, and so I learned to roll with the punches whenever she went a little astray.

 Our first problem had to do with our next door neighbors on both sides. Mark and Marilyn Connor were a childless, middle-aged couple who were quite reserved, at least that's what I thought. Until I brought home my new wife, interactions between us were infrequent but always civilized. All that changed when Mark got a good look at Charlie out by our little pool in one of her skimpy bikinis. It got downright frigid when Marilyn noticed that her husband was taking much more interest in my new wife than she thought was warranted. My wife cannot deal with men who don't immediately start slavering at the sight of her fantastic body. So initially she was quite satisfied in the homage that Mark was paying to her. When Marilyn gummed up the works, Charlie took that as a challenge and acted accordingly.

 It turned into a contest of the wills between Charlie and Marilyn. The first time I realized what was going on was when Charlie began to sunbathe topless, displaying her incredible 38Ds in all their fleshy glory. Next I noticed the drapes were tightly shut on the Connor's windows facing our pool. However once I caught a quick glance of Mark peeking out as Charlie absentmindly played with her nipples, making those nubbins stiff as ice. Things got hotter in a sense and now Charlie was taking the sun in the nude. That brought a response from Marilyn who one early evening rang the doorbell and announced to me that my wife was distracting her husband with her brazen displays of flesh that not only involved nudity, but also lascivious behavior to boot.

 The behavior part was something new and so we two tiptoed to the pool area to discover my wife shamelessly masturbating while a bemused Mark Connor stood in the window of his bedroom and stroked his pecker in homage to my wife's awesome body and behavior. I had to stiffle a laugh at this display of sexuality taking place between my wife and my neighbor. Without even thinking I mentioned that Mark was rather well hung and this was going to cause plenty of friction now that my oversexed wife knew about what he had in his trousers. Marilyn's reaction showed a new facet of her personality, one that was more in tune with mine and even Charlie's.

 "You tell that brazen bimbo if I catch her even near my husband, I'll ram my strap-on so far up her ass it will come out of that hot, pouty mouth!"

 From that time on, my view of Marilyn Connor changed dramatically. Seizing the moment I asked what might happen if perhaps tomorrow evening I delivered my cloaked wife to them, naked underneath with her hands cuffed behind her back, so that she could make a very sincere apology and do whatever they chose to demand in the form of reparations. I watched as my straight-laced neighbor licked her lips nervously before breaking into a broad grin and declaring in a voice loud enough to carry back to the pool area.

 "You march that big-titted bitch over to my door promptly at seven tomorrow evening and we'll take it from there. Don't expect her back into the wee hours, if at all. I'll only guarantee that by early morning she'll be able to walk, but I hope she doesn't have the kind of job that requires her to be seated for any significant amount of time."

 When I broke the news to my darling wife, her baby-blues got big and she smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary. I wondered if she and Mark had already made a connection, which would explain his reaction to watching her jill off. That night she pretty much confirmed my suspicions, by making sure the curtains in our bedroom were pulled back, and the window was wide open. She insisted that we keep the light on while I nailed her fore and aft. Finally she assumed her most erotic position, on her spine, legs akimbo and her body jackknifed at the waist, so her hands could grab her ankles and keep that shaved pussy wide apart.

 While I pounded away at that weeping gash I looked up at the mirror over the dresser and saw the Connors reflected back at me. Marilyn and Mark were as naked as jaybirds and I was quite taken by her trim body and the thick patch of dark pubic hair guarding her cunt. She was smiling and at the same time slowly jacking Mark's hard dick that could have easily doubled for the limb of a fair sized tree. I knew at once that Charlie must already have sampled that cudgel, and was looking forward to a great night of sex with the Connors. I wondered if they'd have the decency to leave the lights on and let me watch and jack-off as they went at each other.

 The timing couldn't have been any better in that it was Thursday night and Charlie was itchy as a cat in heat. She must have deliberately rationed her pussy at work, making a number of her fans very unhappy. As promised she was standing at the door to the Connor place at seven , waiting for them to welcome her inside. I vainly hoped that they might display some charity and invite me into their home for some or all of the fun and games I knew were about to take place. It was not to be; it was a stone-faced couple who stood in the doorway and took possession of my helpless wife. Marilyn gave me a curt nod and her face nearly betrayed her glee as her husband opened the cloak to reveal Charlie in her naked glory,her stiff nipples and bloated cunt lips rouged crimson. That was all I would see of my nympho bride for the rest of the night except for the digital pictures that Marilyn e-mailed to me until well in the early hours of the morning.

 I heard from Marilyn by phone about an hour after I returned home. She informed me that she'd be spending me some fun pictures during the evening if I was interested. In the background I could hear a swishing sound followed by a slapping noise and a muffled grunt. Marilyn finally got around to explaining what was going on while she was talking to me. My wife was lying on their bed, her gaping asshole freshly fucked by Mark's huge cock. He was using his belt on her round bouncy buns, and to avoid disturbing their other neighbors, Charlie was gagged with a pair of Marilyn's ripe panties that had been sitting in the hamper for a day or so. The mental picture that formed in my head got me hard and horny. I knew that despite the grunts, Charlie was having a grand time with the Connors.

 As promised I received an e-mail a few minutes later consisting of three pictures. The first showed my new bride stretched out on a king sized bed, lying on her stomach. Marilyn Connor, wearing only a pair of bikini panties was seated comfortably upon Charlie, her hands holding my wife's firm rounded cheeks apart. Kneeling between my nympho bride's thighs was her husband, Mark, holding his stiff prick steady and obviously on the verge of pushing that long thick tool into Charlie's puckered butthole. From the way this picture was framed, the Connors were pretty adept at using digital technology to record their little bedroom antics. I wondered if they also had a webcam, and that was confirmed by the accompanying message that came with the pictures. According to Marilyn the webcam was sending streaming video to a number of people located all over the world. These folks were playing in the big leagues and as of this evening Charlie was making her international debut.

 In the second picture Marilyn had lost her bikinis and was holding Charlie's head by her long blonde hair against her hairy crotch. Mark had shifted his position so that about half of his monster weapon was now buried in my wife's asshole. Charlie's bound hands were clenched tight, indicating that she was having some difficulty handling the tree limb of a cock that was nosing its way deeper and deeper into her poop chute. The third shot showed Mark spooned against Charlie's buns, his cock swallowed whole by my wife's well stretched lower GI tract. Marilyn had a look of bliss on her face, an indication that Charlie's tongue was making good progress in satisfying her hostess.

    ( To be continued )

he lottery one day, but surprises don’t have to be life changing. Life just needs moments that are so exciting that you’ll never forget them.

I’m not saying that sex with Carl is not exciting. We make love and fuck all the time and it’s great. Just a couple of weeks ago I was washing the dishes in the kitchen wearing one of Carl’s old shirts, which barely covers my big brown ass cheeks, and Carl enters in the room from being outside, reaches around me and presses himself up against my back. Just the sight of me dressed like this gets him so hard that I could feel his stiff dick poking my rump.

“What are you doing,” I asked, as his hands reached around and squeezed my huge teats.

I then had to reach behind me and unzip his fly to let that aching bad-boy (his dick) out of its cage. It didn’t take long for Carl to push me forward over the sink and rub the head of his pink member on my already dripping cunt. Then he stopped and began slowly working the head of his shaft into my pussy.

“Yeah, Carl! Put it right there in Mama,” I told him. “You got it Honey,” he replied, and whoosh, He pushed his dick right up into me. I grunted with delight as Carl began to pound me while his hands worked my soft huge breast. I pushed back with my ass on each stroke. He let go of my teats and leaned around me to watch my big beauties sway in rhythm to our fucking. I raised one leg up onto a step-stool next to the cabinet and looked below to watch his big ole’ balls slapping against my lower belly with each shove. It was awesome.” “Fuck me, Baby, Fuck me,” I told him. In about twenty minutes of both of us grunting and seating I could feel his tool swell inside me.

“Go ahead baby give Mama that hot load of cream,” I cried, “I want it, and I want it now,” and I squeezed his shaft with my vaginal muscles as hard as I could. Carl obliged with a deep grunt and an explosion of hot man-juice rushing through my sloppy cunt. He came so much that it began to drip out onto the floor. As his dick receded from my pussy we both collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

As we lied there on the floor holding each other, a thought popped into my head. “Is there more than this”, I wondered. Don’t get me wrong, this sex is great, but still I wondered, is there more than just husband and wife humping.

Sometimes, when Carl is at work and I’m home all alone, I look at a few of the adult magazines and xxx-videos that we have in our bedroom. Reading the stories in the magazines always turns me on, and usually I end up masturbating, fingering my cunt and working my way up to one of my dildos that I keep in the nightstand drawer. I love laying on the bed reading about other people’s sexy experiences, but the bits that really make me horny are those that have two girls going at it together. Reading about it or seeing it really does something to me. “Mmmmm, it makes my pussy wet.”

I know that I wasn’t Gay, but Bi….maybe? Or just curious. And if I was how would I know for sure? As things turned out….I got the chance sooner than I thought.

A week ago, I was showering in the morning and lathering up really good with the soap, rubbing it slowly all over my body, especially my 38F tittys so that Carl could watch and keep this vision of me in his head all day while he was at work.

Carl slid open the glass and said, “Bryan and Kathy are throwing a party Friday night, do you want to go?” “Sure,” I responded.

“Thing is, I gotta’ work a little late Friday, close some accounts,” Carl added, “but I’ll meet you there, is that okay?” “No problem,” I assured him. Then he reached in and tweaked my nipples, the big flirt, to make me squeal a little and then he closed the shower door.

Friday finally came around and I showed up at Bryan and Kathy’s, I had been looking forward to going to the party because it got me out of the house for a while. I was dressed in my favorite low cut green and black party dress with the spaghetti straps and a pair of matching 5-inch heeled shoes that accentuated my slender yet muscular dark-brown legs. It hugs my womanly curves around my teats and ass just so, and stops Carl in his tracks to see me in this. Not to mention other guys always stop to gawk when I’ve worn this out to dinner too.

I was met at the door by both Bryan and Kathy. “Barbara, it’s great to see you,” Kathy charmingly said to me. Then I thought to myself, if any woman was my “type” it was Kathy. She’s a dead ringer for a young Sophia Loren. Together she and Bryan were one sexy couple all right. Maybe the ones who could…..?

Bryan said, “You look fantastic!” and Kathy added, “My, you’re looking sexy, Barbara.”

I looked at Kathy and with a devilish grin replied to her, “does it matter you’re not a guy?”

That thought must have been on my mind…without thinking I had set a whole train of events in motion. It was a throwaway line but how was Kathy taking it? I wondered if she knew what it really meant.

I went to the refreshment table and order a white wine spritzer, and engaged this so-so attractive guy standing there in idle conversation. I couldn’t help but look over to where Bryan and Kathy were standing and noticed they were looking my way and she was whispering something into his ear. Bryans’ eyes looked up at me and then he looked away. What was she telling him right now, I wondered.

A little later, I went over to the buffet table. Before I knew it, Kathy was right beside me. “Having a good time?” she asked. “Great,” I replied. What she said next really rocked me.

She leaned into my ear and said, “Wouldn’t it be even better if I was licking your tits and pussy, right now?” I must have dropped my plate in the surprise. I knew then that she would work out my secret fantasy.

Then I felt Kathy’s hand slip down between my panties and my ass just beneath my short dress while we where standing there. “Does this shock you Barbara or is this exciting?” She said with a grin. Then she worked a finger into my cunt and moved it back and forth a couple of times. I couldn’t believe it. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she added. So we left the buffet walking through the party guests and discreetly went up the stairs.

 

It all happened so quick, I was in the master bedroom and Kathy was over me like a rash.

She began undressing me, exposing my huge tits, as I pulled off her clothes. “Kathy, how did you know? I panted.

She answered, “Let’s just say…it takes one to know one.”

“God, your boobs are so sexy….As I always thought,” she added. Then she rubbed on them with her tender hands and began kissing them all over. This was what I had fantasized about, a beautiful, busty woman seducing me. But, here? Now?

My mind was spinning from the thought and the realization of the situation. I felt weak as she embraced me with one arm and kissed me while her other hand began rubbing and warming my crotch. “But, Kathy,” I said, “what about Bryan?”

“Bryan,” she answered, “he knows all about it.” This reply shocked me a little.

Then she knelt down and reaching up, began squeezing my teats as if though in worship. Then I heard Bryan as he came out of the master bath, “That’s right Barbara, he said, “As every couple should, we share everything.” He was totally nude and stroking his 7-1/2 inch penis while walking towards us.

“You don’t mind do you dear?” Kathy asked. “Only he likes to watch. Besides, I perform so much better with an audience,” she said coyly.

Of course Bryan’s appearing the way he did was another surprise, but by now I was so excited that it didn’t faze me. Kathy pushed me down back onto the bed. She pulled herself over to the edge and spread my legs apart and began fingering my eagerly waiting pussy. First, one. Then two, and then three. My cunt became wetter and wetter with each stroke of her hand. A few minutes of that and then she began tonguing and eating my wet pussy. I grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs back even further, while Kathy reached up kept her hands busy messaging and squeezing my teats. I couldn’t believe it. My secret fantasy was really happening. A beautiful woman was really eating out my pussy, and it felt sooooo….good.

This went on for a while and I had closed my eyes as Kathy kept right on tongue fucking me. Just then a very hard dick was placed into my hand, and I began stroking it. I assumed it was Bryans’, but then looking up I was surprised again. “CARL!” I said. I knew this cock felt familiar.

Looking down at me, he replied, “I worked it out a few minutes ago, Baby. Watching you get eaten by Kathy made me hard. I just had to relieve the tension.”

In all of the excitement I had never thought of my husband. (Bryan had secretly let out the party guests and let Carl in.) So, the cunning S.O.B. had set me up. Was I mad? Was I ….. Hell!

I lay back down and began stroking Carl’s and Bryan’s stiff dicks, one on each side of me, while Kathy sucked at and fingered fucked my pussy. This was all so exciting; soon I was cumming in torrents all over Kathy’s face as she lapped up my nectar.

It was her turn now. Carl lay down next to me as I climbed on top of him and slowly sat down onto his thick throbbing member. I began pumping my round Latin ass up and down, making my cheeks shake with force. It was too much for Kathy. She moved around in front of me and pushed her gorgeous cunt right into my face. I began eating her wet honey pot. It was my first taste of another woman’s pussy. I loved it.

Bryan then came up from behind me, knelt down and eased his big cock into my ass. Hmmf! I couldn’t say anything else my mouth was full of Kathy’s cunt. This was my first ever foursome. It only took a few minutes but we where all climaxing together. Kathy in my face, Carl in my cunt and Bryan in my ass. It was wonderful.

It was all to exciting and I had to have more. Kathy obliged by bringing out a huge strap-on dildo and rolled me over onto my back. She then belted it on and we began kissing and fondling each other again. I was so wet from all the man-goo running out of me that I didn’t need any lubricant for the penetration. It was so hard and felt so good, I screamed with delight. Kathy fucked me until I reached orgasm again.

We then traded places, and I fucked her with the strap-on. The guys were all excited again and came over while Kathy stroked their hard cocks. Soon they were cumming all over her gyrating gorgeous breasts, and this must have aided in her excitement as she screamed, then quivered and began orgasming, wrapping her legs tightly around me. I couldn’t believe it. I was having sex with this beautiful woman, and in front of our husbands.

If sex was a mountain I was at the top that night. All that I ever fantasized about was happening for real. I had my first sex with a woman, my first with extra partners. And all because my fabulous husband understood, that all women have fantasies. You know, those sexy dreams that they keep hidden until their husbands find out and makes those dreams come true.