When I got married, I thought my life of being a slut and having any man I desired was over. I was ok with that though, my husband has a big cock and is a very aggressive lover, but still sometimes I find myself longing for another cock. I was not sure if I could resist if I ever had the opportunity to have another man. One type of man intrigued me especially in all my days of being a willing slut I had never fucked a black man. I was very curious about what it would be like, but being married I could only fantasize about the possibilities. I am not sure how my husband would react about my fantasy so I kept hidden in the back of my mind as a little fantasy I would enjoy by myself while I masturbated with one of my many vibrators.

 

Well after I had been married for about two years an opportunity of a life time arose. My husband and I were looking to buy a new truck. He was enthralled with the new Dodge Hemi’s and just had to have one. He had stopped at a dealership one Friday, to try and make a deal on his way home from work and told me to meet him there when I got off. When I arrived he had already closed the deal on beautiful silver Hemi and while he was finishing the paperwork he told me to take the salesman out to see the car we were trading in and to clean out the car of all of my belongings and move them to the truck. Well he introduced me to the car salesman which is the most handsome black man I had ever seen named Charles. Let me pause and tell you about what I was wearing that day. I had on very tight fitting dress that did not leave any thing to the imagination (of course no bra and panties). As I was bending over in the car I gave Charles a nice shot of my ass. Right as my husband came walking up. We both noticed the obvious erection it gave him. It was hard to conceal, his cock had to be huge! It made me very wet to think about that monster black cock in side my tight white pussy. I wanted Charles like I had wanted no man before in my life. We finished closing the deal and I sat and flirted with Charles as my husband signed the paperwork. When my husband was ready to leave so I looked one last time longingly back at Charles, my mind racing on a way I could have this man.

 

I as we drove home my husband teased me about bending over in front of the salesman and giving him an erections and he said that he noticed that I was looking at him in a weird way and flirting with Charles. I was thinking this is not good, he will not like this, he is going to be mad at me and yell for flirting with another man. Instead he just smiled and said that I needed to drop off the truck to Charles Monday afternoon so that they could install some steps on it and that Charles would return it at 5:30 when I got off of work. Then he just winked at me and changed the subject.

 

My Mind was racing as I thought about what my husband had just implied? Or was I reading into because I wanted to be Charles little whore and let him use me for his wildest desires? Had my husband just given me permission to fuck Charles or was my fantasy carrying me away? All weekend my mind was racing, here was my chance and maybe my last chance to have that big black cock I so desperately wanted. By the time Monday had arrived I had decided on a plan, I was going to fuck Charles.

 

On Monday, I took extra time getting ready, shaving my pussy, putting on a sexy black thong and matching black bra and sexy high heel stilettos. Next, I put on a very short Pleated skirt and a very sheer low cut top. I know my boss was going to yell at me for dressing this way, but I did not care. When I dropped the truck off with Charles, I told him I had to work late and not to bring the truck by my office until 6, instead of 5:30. so no one would be left at the office when Charles dropped the truck off. I called my husband and told him I had some paper work to finish up and I would not be home until around 7. I was afraid of what he might say; he does not like me working late. I was very surprised by his reaction, he just said no problem, take your time and right before he hung he said “have fun”. I still cannot figure out if my husband is giving me permission to fuck another man or not, but at this point I am so horny thinking about that big black cock, that I have to have it deep in my pussy even if it costs me my marriage.

 

Well Charles Walked into my office about 6:10. As he walked in I got up and very obviously locked the door behind him and invited him to have a seat while I got the check to pay him for the steps. I purposely had set my purse on the floor so I had to bend over to get out the check. I bent over with my lefts spread slightly at an angle that I knew would allow Charles to see up my skirt and see my skimpy panties not hiding much of my pussy. As I was bending over I wiggled a lot purposely taking a long time to find the check.   Next thing I knew Charles hand was on my ass under my skirt squeezing it gently. When I wasn’t paying attention he had walked up behind me. He stopped and asked me if this what I wanted, because he thought I was sending all kinds of signals that I wanted to fuck him and all I had to do was say the words. It was the moment of truth. My mind was racing, my pussy was sopping wet. The excitement of this experience made me shudder with my first orgasm and I moaned yes….fuck me!

 

  Charles need no further encouragement and quickly grabbed me from behind. And pulled me to him. With my back against his chest, he put one hand under my skirt and began fingering my pussy and with the other he lifted up my shirt and bra and started playing with my nipples and boobs, while he slowly nibbled on my neck and ears with his mouth. He whispered into my ear and asked me how I liked my sex…did I like it rough, slow, hard, fast….I was out of my mind with pleasure and I moaned that I liked it rough and hard, the harder the better (I had always been a kinky girl and loved to be choked, have my hair pulled etc. during sex) and that I wanted to be his cum slut to use and abuse. All of a sudden Charles quit fingering my pussy and feeling my breasts and nipples. He roughly grabbed both my arms twisted them behind my back pulling my hands up towards the back of my head and forcing me quite painfully and roughly to bend over my desk in full view of the glass front doors to my office. He used one hand to hold my hands in the middle of my back and to keep pinned on the desk.

 

Even if I wanted to I could not change my mind now. He was much stronger there was no way I was getting up until he let me. With his free hand he freed his massive cock that as I looked over my shoulder I could see was absolutely huge, he was easily twice the size of my husband. He then pulled my panties to the side and with one big shove buried his cock in me to the hilt. I screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I had never had a cock that big before. Then with his free hand he reached up and grabbed my hair. So there I was in front of the glass doors of my office building, bent over my desk with my hands pinned behind my back, my hair being used to pull me into a big black man fucking the hell out of me for the world to see…and I didn’t care who saw me as long as he fucked me hard! The instant his cock entered me I was screaming with my first orgasm. I had never come that hard in my life. I continued to cum over and over again as he rammed away at my soft white pussy with his huge black cock. He pounded me with his cock for a good 15 minutes, telling me what a slut whore I was and that I was now his booty call and any time he called I had to come and fuck him! As I was having about my 8 ^th orgasm and enjoying the rough treatment of him pulling my hair and his huge cock I felt him tighten up and then felt him explode into my pussy with his cum as grunted and pulled my hair even harder drove me down into the desk leaving bruises on my hips and back. After he came he pulled out, let go of my arms and pulled me to my knees by my hair and made me lick all his cum and my pussy juices of his cock. He then pulled my hair back so I was looking up at him and said he would be by tomorrow to pick me up on my lunch and hoped I liked to suck cock. He then left me there kneeling on my office floor with cum running out of my pussy and down my leg.

 

I stood up and drove home thinking about what would my husband say? Had he really given me permission to fuck this black man? As I pulled in the drive and walked in the house he met me at the door and took one look at me and asked if I had fucked him? I was a little shocked and said yes. He smiled very big and said that he was hoping that I would get the hint and he had fantasized about me fucking another man for sometime. He then (knowing that I like it rough) grabbed me by the hair forced me to the floor on my knees and elbows, lifted up my skirt, pulled my panties to the side and stuck his cock in my well used cum filled pussy. He fucked me hard for about 5 minutes and we both orgasmed together.

 

Since that experience I am free to fuck any man that I want just as long as I tell my husband all the details about it and let him fuck my well used cum filled pussy afterward.

 

To be continued in the Chronicles of Mindy part Two: A slut wife

After a few weeks of dieting though, Donna told me she was going to start working out with some friends at her bosses’ home. Her boss, Marilyn; was the owner of the business Donna worked at and was very well off. Her home is huge and comfortable, and I’ve always liked going there for parties.

I noticed that with our different schedules though, that I could and did work out during the early afternoon, while Donna had to work out from 830 to about 10 p.m. three days a week. She quickly began to lose the excess weight and began to look very much as she had when we were first married.

Donna was a true blue eyed goddess when I first met her. She was a bit short, but her beautiful blond hair and glacier blue eyes were and still are striking. She had 38d cup breasts and she was a true blond. She had also come from a problem family. She was the only girl aside from the mother, with 5 brothers and a drunken dad. How she managed to get to 18 without being raped by one of them surprises me to this day. She was a virgin the day I took her, and was always a bit repressed in her sexuality.

Not to say that sex was bad. Once she’s spun up, she’s a dynamo. She moves like a whore, and sucks cock better than any other woman I’ve ever met. She has no problem swallowing and seems to genuinely like the taste of cum. She moves around a lot when we fuck and there’s been a time or two when I thought she’d hurt me good by her surprising bursts of strength.

I’d been working out for a while, and as sometimes happens in a long-term marriage I’d sort of lost track of Donna. We saw each other every day and spoke but I realized that I really didn’t know what was going on with her.

I did notice after she’d lost the weight and really began to tone up, that she seemed much more ready to have sex. I also noticed that she came much easier. This usually happened after her work out sessions, and I suppose that I really didn’t think much about it. I mean I sometimes got pretty worked up by exercising, and I figured that it must be much the same for her. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

We’d been on our regimen for about 8 months before I really got suspicious. There were quite a few times when she’d come home from working out, not smelling like she’d done anything at all. I asked her about it one night and she said that her boss Marilyn had a pool, jacuzzi and large shower that she used before coming home. What really tweaked me though was a couple of times when she’d come home with wet hair. Donna’s hair is really long and thick, and if she washes it, it takes a really long time to dry. As a consequence she usually skips a day or so between washes. On these occasions though, she’d come home with it really wet, and too tired to do anything with it.

I began to suspect there was more than exercise at her workout sessions.

I decided to follow her to one of them, and kinda of drop in to see how everyone was. I waited until her Wednesday night session and gave her about a half-hour head start. I then drove to her bosses’ home.

As I pulled into the drive of the large estate, I noticed that the gates, which were normally open, were closed.

I pulled up to the call box to announce myself and heard Marilyn give her permission through the squawk box. It seemed that she was highly amused by something as I heard her giggle a bit as she spoke. I pulled into the long sweeping driveway and noticed about 15 cars there.

This surprised me as I knew that Donna’s firm wasn’t that large. Including Donna and her boss, there were only about 4 other women that worked there. I pulled into a parking space right next to Donna’s 2 year old Camry and stopped the engine.

As I approached the house I saw the lights come on the front porch and the door opening. I was startled to see Marilyn, and a woman I didn’t know standing in the entry wearing very small bikinis.

Let me take a minute to describe Marilyn. She’s about 28 with the longest and richest looking auburn red hair I’ve ever seen. She has a killer figure that I’d seen bits and pieces of before at summer picnics and the like. To say that she was hot in that tiny bikini was like saying habaneros are mild.

Her companion was just as hot. Tall with black hair, slim hips, long legs and truly awesome tits. Marilyn stood there in a bikini that was made to be the same color of her hair, while the other woman had one that matched hers.

I was ushered in and offered a drink as the two ladies walked just far enough ahead of me to let me take in all their moves and figures as they glided into the main living room.

This room was immense and centered around a large entertainment center, with large screen plasma tv, and enough electronic accessories to make any guy drool. I’d been here many times before watching the Super Bowl or some other sporting event when she was married. Her divorce had pretty well squished that though.

"This is Angie," Marilyn said quietly. "She’s my new roomie."

"Nice to meet you, Angie," I said very distracted. At that moment I was trying not to look too hard as both Marilyn’s and Angie’s swimsuits decided for reasons unknown to science to make themselves even smaller and draw up even further. I had really good shots of both women’s pussies as they sat across from me on a loveseat. They didn’t make this any better as they both crossed their legs slowly from left to right.

Marilyn noticed and laughed a cruel little laugh.

"Are we distracting you a bit Max?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah, a bit I guess," I said with suddenly very dry lips. I was beginning to be uncomfortable, as my cock was straining against the jeans I wore.

"We’re really very sorry about that, aren’t we Angie," she said in a completely insincere tone.

Angie didn’t say anything but nodded slightly as she began to look back at me.

"Why are you here Max?" Marilyn asked.

"I, uh thought I’d see what kind of work out Donna was getting," I said quickly. I had to keep squirming around a bit as it was getting very uncomfortable. I was rock hard and it was beginning to show on my face and in my body language.

You’d have thought I’d said the funniest thing in the world just then. Both women began to crack up and I had to listen and watch them as they literally fell over each other in the fit. This didn’t do much for my cool, as watching them writhe around and gasp for air, was making parts of them shift and jiggle in a most disturbing fashion.

They finally got a hold of themselves and while she caught her breath Angie spoke for the first time. Her voice was a rich contralto that spoke to parts of me that weren’t connected to my ears.

"Just what do you think that Donna does here, anyway?," she asked.

"Aerobics, cross training and she pumps some iron," I said repeating what Donna had told me several months before.

That made Marilyn crack up again, and I began to suspect that she was either drunk or a bit stoned with all the acting up she was doing. Angie also began to laugh but kept it under better control.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," she replied. "There’s certainly some aerobic activity going on, and she does pump something, but it’s not iron."

I began to get a really creepy feel just then, and I was also getting a bit pissed off. Here I was trying to find out what was going on with my wife and these two seemed to be having a lot of fun at my expense. It showed in my voice as I responded to her statement.

"Just what the fuck is going on here anyway?" I growled.

That made Marilyn begin giggling again and Angie lit up with a big smile.

"Exactly," she answered.

"Exactly what?" I said my voice beginning to get louder.

"Fuck, you know the singular of fucking, to fuck or to be fucked," she said with a grin. "He fucks, she fucks, it fucks, you know SEX. That’s what we do. That’s how your precious Donna has lost all her baby fat. She’s fucked it off."

This needless to say hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t believe it, not Donna. She’s always been so repressed. I’d tried to get her interested in the swinging lifestyle or even a little grab ass with another couple we’d known very well in the past, and she’d always shot me down in flames. She’d wanted nothing to do with it, and had damned near bitten my head off when I’d asked.

"I think you’ve got both me and her confused with someone else,’ I said. "Donna would never do anything like that."

"Would you like some proof?" Marilyn said finally finished with her sporadic laughing fits.

"What proof?," I asked.

"How’s videotape work for you?" she replied.

"You have tape of Donna with another man," I said shocked.

"Another man, other men, women, toys, anything you’d like except animals, she doesn’t like that," She responded.

"I don’t believe you," I said trying to absorb what I’d been told.

"There’s nothing like evidence, they always say, and there’s no better evidence than your own eyes," She said standing and walking across the room.

She went to a bookshelf and opening a door on the front, scanned the titles, before picking one. She fed it into the vcr and walked back across the room. As she did so, she took off her top, and a few steps later removed her bikini bottoms as well. She stalked across the room, naked and beautiful. She tossed her hair before walking over and sitting down on the couch to my left.

Her friend Angie, seeing this, also stood and doing a quick bump and grind strip tease, also removed her bikini before taking a place on the same couch to my right.

I was trying to take all this in when the tape header ran out and the opening scene formed up on the huge plasma screen. The soundtrack of the tape, which opened up on a large round room, accompanied this. The room was carpeted wall to wall, in luxurious pale pink shag rug; with several beds or couches that seemed to part of the floor. There was a wet-bar against one side, and mirrors on the walls and ceilings. The room was empty except for an area that looked very much like a large playpen.

The playpen looked like much of the others I’d seen, except for the size and it’s contents. Where a normal child’s pen had toys and objects in it to keep them busy, this one was at the same time familiar and unfamiliar. Instead of a child’s toys the pen was half filled with sex toys of various sizes, for both men and women.

There were dildos, vibrators, plastic pussies and all manner of devices designed to allow a person to masturbate. The pen was in the center of the floor and slightly elevated so that it provided a great view of the entire room.

"In order to get into the room," Marilyn said; "you have to take a shower and enter through either the left or right doors. Hanging in just past the showers are a bunch of robes. That’s the key to our system. If you go into the room, you consent to keep quiet about it. You can’t go in the room without being naked under a robe. If you stay in the room with your robe tied shut, you’re just there to watch, or to use the playpen. If you untie your robe but leave it on, you’re ready to be approached and asked. If you take the robe off, you’re ready for anything and you can jump in and begin."

"Why all the rules?" I asked.

"So no one can say later on that they were forced to do anything against their will," she replied. "I also videotape every session. That also provides evidence and to be honest with you I get off watching."

"So what tape are you showing me?" I asked.

"This is Donna’s first trip into our special gym," she answered. "I have another regular gym on the first floor, next to the pool and hot tub. If you’ll watch you’ll see in a minute what happens."

I watched as Donna and the other two women now with me entered the room. At first she stopped and just looked around. She was still looking around as Marilyn began to explain the rules to her. I saw her startle when the door to the right opened and six people walked through it.

There were four women and two men. They walked into the room and just as they crossed the threshold began to drop their robes to the floor. The women were all gorgeous. There was a dirty blond-haired woman, with immense tits. Two men attended her, a large black man with a big long cock, and a white guy with a weight-lifters build.

Three of the women seemed to be together, a slender black girl, a sultry looking hispanic girl and a white lady that was about ten years older than both of them. They began to fall into each other’s arms and kiss and fondle each other with wild abandon.

The two men started to perform some very slow and erotic foreplay on their lady friend. They broke off, one going high while the other tended everything below the belt.

The three women were at this point all horizontal and were touching, licking and biting in all manner and fashion. The older woman seemed to be calling the shots and directed the others to first attend to her tits, before they passed on to licking their way down her body, to her thighs and pussy.

Donna and the other two stood watching. Marilyn and Angie stroking and petting each other while Donna stood huddled in her robe. She finally noticed the behavior going on beside her when she heard Marilyn moan, when Angie began to playfully nip on her nipples.

She stepped back and tripped over the railing to the playpen. She landed ass over teakettle on the floor of the pen, with her robe billowing up and settling on her chest and shoulders.

This made both of the Marilyn’s and Angie’s in both the tape and sitting uncomfortably close to me begin to laugh. The on-screen duo reached in and with much squirming and giggling pulled her back to her feet.

At that point the onscreen pair also removed their robes and asked Donna to do the same.

She just shook her head, in a bit of shock I think.

"The playpen is the safe zone in here," the videotaped Marilyn said. "You can stay in there and watch, or play with yourself while we play out here if you choose. Just remember the rules, if you don’t want to play, don’t untie your robe."

The tape continued. As I watched I realized that the people who were taping this, there had to be at least three of them, were shooting from behind the mirrors. They had to made of one way glass. The view changed quite a bit as the various cameras recorded all the action.

After a few minutes I noticed Donna settle down in the playpen and begin to finger herself under the robe. The robes were made of black terry cloth and must have been very thick. After a very short time I saw her begin to perspire pretty heavily. Of course by that point she’d grabbed up a medium sized dildo and was stroking it in and out of her pussy slowly.

As I watched this, I felt a hand begin to lightly brush the front of my jeans. First brushing the area from the middle of my thigh towards the large peak formed by my now diamond hard cock. I began to see spots in front of my eyes, as she began to stroke faster and moving in a circular pattern.

I looked to the left and there was Marilyn grinning like the Chesire cat as I tried to watch both the actions on the screen and her at once. She continued stroking my cock through my pants and also began to undo my belt. As she did this, I saw Angie stand and quickly kneel down on the floor between my feet.

Between the two of them they made short work of both my resistance, not much I have to say; and my clothes. In just a minute or two they had completely undressed me.

Now let me say for the record that this was an extremely weird situation. Here I was watching my wife masturbating on tape, in the middle of an orgy, while two incredibly hot women were working me over. I’m not the kind of man to cheat on my wife, or play the field, and I’m not gay. I’ve been known to get turned on watching the occasional porno and even after 22 years with my wife, I still find her incredible sexy. But I mean really. What was I supposed to do, Ask them to stop?

While Marilyn provided a blow by blow, so to speak, Angie lowered her head to my cock and began to gently nip at it with her teeth. She broke this up with a variety of licks. Some of, which were long and slow, like she was eating an ice cream, while others were like quick jabs and flicks. She followed this up by slowly engulfing my cock and sliding me down her throat.

"See here is where Tommy comes in and says hello," Marilyn said quietly pointing at the screen.

At this point a very tall and well-built white man entered the room. He came in from the left-hand door, and looking around quickly walked over to the playpen. He kept his robe on and as he approached I could see him reach down and straighten his cock under his robe. He was watching Donna busily hammering a bright red vibrator in and out of her pussy while she writhed around the floor of the pen, with her eyes closed.

He walked over to the pen and watched her while she began to finish off. When Donna has an orgasm she tends to jerk a thrash around a lot. It’s my number one hint that all is well. She loves oral, and I’ve watched her use a vibrator like this before in our own bedroom, and I could tell she was about done. As he watched he reached under his robe and began to stroke himself slowly.

As I watched the action on the screen the action I was receiving was also picking up. Angie had slowed down a lot and began to lick and stroke me, while teasing me by taking her mouth off my cock and gently blowing the tip dry. Looking down I saw her gently pursed lips puffing on my rod, as she looked up and winking took me deep into her mouth again.

I switched back to the screen for a minute. This was during a cut-away and I could see what the others were up to. The three women had formed a chain and were busily munching each other cunts like there was no tomorrow. Somewhere they’d gotten a hold of some golden vibrators and were also stroking each other as they ate. The older woman came first screaming like a banshee. The other two finished within a few minutes. They lay there covered in sweat and their own cum, panting like tired hounds.

The other threesome in the room, had also been busy. The woman had the black man’s immense cock buried to the hilt in her throat. Every time he pulled out she took a deep breath. You could tell just how big this guy’s tool was, because every time he rammed it back into her mouth, her throat bulged out like it was about to pop. He was on his knees feeding her this slab of meat and pulling on her tits. The white guy was busy as well. He started out by noisily munching her snatch and rubbing his face all up and down in it. He must have rubbed every square inch of his face in her pussy. He was trying to cover his face, head and neck with her juices. After doing this for a few minutes he reared back, and with a single huge grunt, slammed his own fairly large cock home in her wet pussy. The microphone pick-ups must have been extremely sensitive or in just the right place, because you could hear the juices sloshing and squishing.

A quick cutaway followed this again to my Donna as her orgasm hit. She began to thrash around like she always does, and as she did so her robe flew open and exposed her to the room and the view of the stranger looking over the edge of the pen. As I watched this I saw him also undo his robe’s belt and slip it off to stand there naked and stroking his cock as he watched my wife cum.

This just about sent me over the top as well. I know that Donna had dropped a lot of weight and had really toned up, but here on the screen it was like watching her for the first time. She was beautiful, glowing like a star, with that freshly fucked look that only women get after a killer orgasm. As I watched she began to pant her own way down from her high and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Tommy’s cock only a few feet from her face.

She squirmed and scooted back to the far edge of the pen. Tommy stayed where he was, standing there taking her in while slowly rubbing the end of his cock.

"Something new has been added," he said sarcastically. "Who’s our new toy?"

"I’m just here to watch," Donna stammered. "That’s why I’m in the playpen."

"Yes I can see that," He replied. "But you can’t expect me not to watch you, in return can you? Besides, your robe is untied."

She had just noticed the same as she began to try to straighten out the robe, pull it out from under her ass and tie it at the same time. I was feeling pretty good as well, as Angie began to really tease me. She’d take me to the very edge of orgasm and then back off and gently squeeze my balls. This was just enough to keep me going while not letting me over the edge.

"You may as not bother," Tommy said on the screen. "I’ve already seen everything you have, and watched you cum. As you can see I have nothing to hide. Besides, you still have the robe on, you can always say no, and no one will be hurt."

Donna seemed to think about it, and seeing how stupid it was just let her hands fall to her sides. She did sit up a bit and covered her breasts with her hands.

At this point there was another cut away to Marilyn and Angie. Marilyn had an immense strap-on plowing into Angie’s asshole. The dildo part of it must have been at least two feet long and about six inches thick. Marilyn was really slamming in her at this point. Angie was just moaning and thrashing at this point. She reminded me a lot of Donna when she came.

"So what do you think of all this," Tommy asked Donna.

"It’s a bunch to take in at once," She replied.

"Yeah, but Marilyn told you about this, and you did come down here on your own two feet didn’t you?" he asked. At this point he’s gotten down on his knees, and while he spoke to her, continued to stroke his cock slowly.

"I wish you wouldn’t do that," she said quietly.

"Do what?" he asked.

She simply pointed to his groin, as his hand continued its slow circuit of his dick.

"Oh that," he said. "I’m sorry I didn’t even think about it. Most of the time I have it in somebody’s mouth or cunt by now. I’ve never had to stroke it this long."

"Like I said this is a lot to take in at once," she whispered.

I noticed that the entire time she spoke to him, she never took her eyes away from his erect cock. As she spoke I saw her lick her very dry lips more and more often. I’ve been around her long enough to know that look in her eyes and the action of her lips and mouth.

She wanted his cock. I mean really wanted it. She was getting wet just thinking about it and she was trying to figure how well it would fit in her mouth. He must’ve noticed the same thing.

"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked.

"No, I don’t think so," she said with a shaky voice.

I was watching this scene while Marilyn spoke quietly in my ear and Angie continued her slow torture of my cock.

"She told me later that she wanted his cock the first time she saw it," she whispered. "She really did try to hold off against her urges, but she was just too turned on. She’d watched all the action in the room, and had just had a massive orgasm. She just had to touch someone else, to feel their flesh and make sure it wasn’t all a dream."

Tommy continued speaking to Donna. Ignoring her earlier plea, he continued to stroke himself. The dark red-blue head of his cock was covered in pre-cum and glistened softly in the light. If you looked around the room you could see that all of the other action had stopped. They were all watching the tableau playing out in the playpen.

Donna couldn’t see any of it at this point. All she had eyes for was Tommy’s cock. As he slowly teased her with it and watched her face turn first red with embarrassment then go pale with lust.

She began to reach forth her hand across the invisible barrier of the pen’s wall. Just as she touched his cock he quietly purred.

"You need to take your robe off," he said very quietly.

She stopped frozen in place. It was if she’d been turned into a photograph, unmoving not blinking just a still life image. After a few seconds she reached up and shrugged the robe off. It fell to the floor as he reached forward and taking her by the hand helped her step over the playpen wall.

They stood and came together, deeply tongue kissing. As she returned his kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, she reached down and gently, tentatively began to stroke his cock. She rubbed the head of it and drawing up some pre-cum brought her hand up to her mouth and slowly licked it off.

After she lapped his pre-cum from her hand, he brought his hand around the back of her head and drew her mouth to his again. They shared the taste of his cum, between the two of them, swirling their tongues around and around.

As she was stroking him and they shared the cum, he reached up with his free hand and began to gently kneed and brush her nipple. She moaned in his mouth as he did so.

Donna’s tits are remarkably sensitive. If she’s had the right things done to her, or if she’s sufficiently turned on, she can cum just by touching them.

"She had her second orgasm then," Marilyn whispered into my ear. "Everyone was watching them. They were so hot."

I was feeling pretty hot then myself. Angie’s ministrations on my cock were beginning to work me over the top. While she continued to tease me, I was getting to the point of no return faster and faster. She was also lapping up all the pre-cum I could ooze. There was a lot of it as well. It was stringing back to her mouth like some kind of obscene web linking her mouth to my cock.

On the screen Tommy had begun to reach over to place his hand on Donna’s pussy. He gently reached between them and placed his hand on her hair and began to push a finger into her.

"Stop," she moaned into his mouth. "It’s too much, too soon."

"Fine," he replied. "What do you want?"

"I want your cock," she whimpered, "I want to taste your cock."

"Be my guest," he said calmly.

At this point Angie began to hum around my own cock. She started with some unknown but simple tune that while I really couldn’t follow, sounded wonderful.

Returning my gaze from Angie’s slow slurping of my cock to the screen I saw that I’d missed a few minutes as I saw Donna on her knees in front of Tommy. At first she just looked at it.

She stared at the shape of it, the size and texture. I could see her tracing the veins in it with her eyes, and she reached up to push and prod it back and forth. She looked at it from all angles.

Whoever was doing the filming must have been really professional. The camera never wavered, it was rock steady as it zoomed in on the close-ups or pulled back for the full body shots.

She finally began to lick his cock. Having been on the receiving end of many of her blowjobs, I can tell you that there is nothing finer in the whole world. The way she moves her mouth, snakes her tongue back and forth and sucks on the very end is like a slice of heaven. She can, depending on her mood, keep you hard for hours or bring you to an earth-shattering orgasm in minutes. Your own stamina has very little to do with it. She’s just really good at what she does. It must be natural talent, I know I didn’t teach her.

At this point I was really about to pass out. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, and my breathing was getting more and more shallow. I could feel my own release quickly building, to overload. As she again took her head away from the end of my cock, to tease it I grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her in the mouth. She stayed on it and deep throated my cock, tensing and releasing her throat muscles on the end of my dick.

On the screen I could see that Donna was going for speed, not teasing. She must have really been turned on. She was gulping his cock down like she was eating her last meal. Tommy didn’t stand much of a chance. To give him credit, he did last longer than I ever did, when she’s done the same to me, but in the end, he was lost.

He began to thrust and groan shoving his meat in and out of her throat, grunting sounds were coming from her, as her cheeks puffed out and her throat bulged with his thrusts.

Looking down I saw much the same, and realized with a start that Angie was sucking me exactly like Donna had. Donna must have trained her in the fine are of cock sucking. Angie was both an apt and eager pupil. Many of the tricks Donna used to make me go longer and harder were being done to me by someone I’d only met an hour before.

On the screen the inevitable occurred. Tommy roared and arched his back as he came. Donna, sensing the bulge at the head, that was the signal, pulled back just slightly to allow his sperm to wash over her face and spray into her mouth. She gulped it down and when he shot again, was right there to catch the next spurts. She licked the cum off his cock and when it began to ooze out, began to rub her face with it, smearing it from lips to forehead.

Seeing this finally sent me over the edge. I felt myself go. Angie took the option of keeping suction on it as it spurted. I shot load after load of cum into her mouth as she milked it with her mouth and tongue. She opened her mouth at the last to show me the pool of cum collected on her tongue as she licked her lips, coating them with my goo.

Seeing this, Marilyn jumped down off the couch and began to kiss Angie’s mouth, tongue kissing her, and licking her lips eagerly. She also helped clean my cock by slowly licking and swirling her tongue on the end to catch it all.

I quickly looked back to the screen to see Donna doing the same with both the women I had here in front of me.

"So, what do you think?" Marilyn asked.

"I don’t know what to think," I answered. "It’s hot, and I can see that no one forced her into it. I really don’t know what to think. Can I ask a question?"

"Sure," she replied.

"You said earlier that this is how she exercises, does that mean there are more tapes?"

"Oh yeah," she replied, "But that’s another story."

The man sat next to her asked if she wanted another drink then rose to move to the bar.   Anna saw the men across the room now take the opportunity to be less discreet and felt their eyes examining every inch of her body while their facial expressions betrayed the lewd and lustful thoughts that ran through their minds.   The woman blushed but was brave enough to look back and give them all a little shy smile that almost broke out into a giggle.  

One man licked his lips in an exaggerated way letting her know he desired her; she laughed again before looking away.   Then, feeling very adventurous and wicked she shuffled her legs about making her thighs part and displayed for a few long seconds, the gusset of her white panties.   Almost in unison the men drew in deep breaths and cleared their throats as they enjoyed the spectacle.   It was enough to attract the attention of the woman’s partner who was still waiting at the bar to be served with drinks.

Just in time he too witnessed part of the show through the mirror at the back of the counter.   He felt a thrill watching how Anna endeavoured to make it all look so accidental and innocent.   In fact it was her coy demeanour coupled with her shy smiles and giggles that helped give the situation an air of erotic sensuality.   It wouldn’t be quite the same, thought the man, if she was blatantly flinging her legs open to all and sundry.

Careful not to spoil the event he watched discreetly through the mirror noting how vulnerable she seemed under the lustful scrutiny of the band of men.   Anna smiled again at the men who by now must have been confused wondering why this delectable woman hadn’t noticed just how much leg she was showing and had not covered up.

Bringing the drinks back to the table her partner excused him self and disappeared to the men’s room.   He knew full well that the men, still watching every move they made, would be hoping for more visual delights and he felt his cock twitch as he pictured the scene.   Holding his cock as he stood by the trough he felt it growing and stiffening as his arousal grew.

Of course he was right to assume what Anna’s actions would be.   Fiddling in her bag she moved around causing her knickers to become visible and leaning forward she gave an excellent view of her cleavage as a blouse button suddenly popped open.   Anna knew what effect she was having and peeped up to secretly check out the fronts of her audience’s trousers.   She almost began to shake a little when she saw the outline of more than one interested penis!

Barely able to control his erection her partner returned to find Anna already rising from her seat to attend to the same call of nature.   She walked slowly and nervously because she knew she had to almost brush past the men to reach the door that led into the corridor.   They liked her even more close up and she saw their eyes peer down her top and mentally undress her.   She was very conscious of how her nipples stuck out and saw one man become fixated with her breasts that wobbled slightly as she walked.

Her path was just a little blocked making her stop and as she turned to squeeze past sideways one of the men spoke to her.

“You’re a very sexy looking lady!” he grinned before eyeing her from head to toe making no pretence at what he was focusing on.

His friends unanimously agreed making Anna’s cheeks flush bright red.   She hadn’t expected such close contact and wasn’t quite ready for it yet.   The conversation went on and Anna nervously answered their questions telling them all about her self – or at least certain little mundane things.   The men sometimes embarrassed her sometimes positively shocked her with their forthright sexual comments.   Suddenly she became aware that she had been away from her waiting partner for perhaps too long and escaped just in time to avoid answering the next question.

“So – what is a girl like you doing in a joint like this?   We haven’t seen you here before. Did your boyfriend bring you here?”

“It’s not my boyfriend,” she explained shyly, “It’s my husband.   Sorry, I’ll have to go now.”

When she did eventually return to her table the men had gone.

Her husband quietly asked, “What did they say to you?”

“Well, they asked if it was our first time here because they hadn’t seen us before.”

The corny line was nevertheless a very relevant question – just why where they drinking in what was a downmarket and rather tawdry establishment?   Why would Anna have found it difficult to answer the question honestly?

Well, after being married for seven years they had, one night in bed talked about what turned them both on.   Like many other couples, in an effort to stop their sex life becoming stale they had had ‘the talk’.   Now at thirty three years old they were becoming conscious that the years fly by and life’s routine sometimes makes for a very boring existence.

In short, the outcome of it was that to the surprise of them both Harry, the husband had expressed an interest in tales and stories of wife-watching.   He had admitted that the few times his wife had been a little indiscreet and men had noticed that he had experienced an incredible excitement.

He sat up in bed embarrassed at his admission but it was quickly turned into a breathtaking shock when Anna revealed that she would be quite willing to exhibit herself when the opportunity arose.   She too, confessed the young wife, got a thrill from showing off to men and if she hadn’t been so shy or scared about what would happen if he had caught her being naughty would happily have become quite the exhibitionist.   When she told her husband that on one occasion she had answered the door to a caller and purposely let her gown fall open he nearly choked and it was several days before he got his head round it all.   There were aspects of his wife’s character that he knew nothing about – and it both scared and thrilled him.

So it had come about that the couple had agreed they should seek a little adventure and excitement.   They would go out with Anna dressed to thrill and she would flash her body in front of men.   Though not of course in their own neighbourhood!   And that is why they were in a downtown area of low repute.   It was much less daunting, they reasoned, and she would be less self conscious, that if she wanted to dress sluttish or very daring it was best in a place where it was almost expected - a place where such women fit in easily.

Though this middle class and sedate couple’s idea of a “rough joint” was slightly misplaced so they had actually not chosen an appropriate place even though it was a little downmarket for their standards.   However, it was a place in which they felt comfortable and having found similar bars they had returned to this part of town several times.

A point of discussion between them was “Is it sexier to wear a very tight short skirt that rides up the thigh and shows off her bum to its best advantage or like on this night a short flared skirt that, when she dances, as she sometimes did, would billow up and display her scant underwear.”   Now, on these special nights when they went out each article of clothing, bra, top, stockings, was chosen with sex in mind and its potential to attract the attention of other men.

Many was the time the couple had worked their way into a sexual frenzy just talking about it and when Harry witnessed her actually showing off to men the pleasure he felt was beyond belief.   As yet though, in the pursuit of their hobby there had been no contact with other men other than a few small comments – but that was about to change.

“They told me I looked very sexy and had an awesome figure,” Anna informed her husband excitedly but shyly.

“They made me blush because they said I had aroused them and it would show when they stood to leave.   One of them actually pointed down to the bulge in his pants!”

As she related the rest of the conversation to Harry both were starting to feel the excitement building up though Harry was a little concerned about his wife’s willingness to stay and chat with the men.

“Did you enjoy being so close to them after letting them see up your skirt?   Did it turn you on?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered his wife without any hesitation.   “They told me they are going on to that club in the next street.   They suggested we should try it – go along later.”

Harry felt a surge of jealousy and apprehension thinking of how quickly and easily his wife had become intimate with these complete strangers.   What would she be like if she was here without him, he wondered?

“Do you want to go there?” he inquired.

“It might be fun,” she said pointedly.

Again Harry felt his nerves tighten realising that his usually shy wife wanted to meet again the men she had just purposely sexually teased and displayed her knickers to.   This had never happened before; she had never wanted to pursue the naughty games with the same men or man and certainly not been brave enough to stand and chat with them too!  

“If we go……and they are there…….will you be teasing them again….flashing for them?”

“Why do you ask?” she retorted. “If the chance is there and it seems OK to do it then probably yes.   Isn’t that what we like to do when we come out – what we enjoy doing?”

“Yeah, it’s just that you’ve never done it for the same men twice, and after having talked to them too.   Maybe they’ll think you’ve followed them and want something more.”

“So won’t that make it more exciting – for us I mean?   I’m not going to just walk up to them and say, ‘Hey it’s me again!’ am I?   They may not even notice we are there anyway.”

“We’ll go to the club!” Harry blurted out before gulping down his drink.

The music was a mixture of blues and jazz that fitted well with the tacky and drab décor.   This was a backstreet club for backstreet people and Harry looked warily around the room peering into the dark dingy recesses.   Every few seconds a face peered out from the gloom, usually the face of a rough and hard drinking man who obviously made his living using his big hands and muscles.   Whether that work was likely to be considered legal or industrious Harry felt could leave room for doubt.

“Maybe we are out of our depth here,” suggested Anna.

“We’ll have a drink and see how it goes…but you could be right.”   Harry showed his nervousness.

For a while they sat at a table in a quiet corner watching the handful of dancers that had responded to the now more upbeat tunes.   The place was barely half full but given that various groups were huddled away in little cubicles and enclaves with high back seats it was difficult to tell.   The lights were turned down too so when a waiter approached with two more glasses the couple only noticed him when he spoke.

“The guy’s over in the opposite corner send their regards,” he told them slamming the drinks down before quickly disappearing again.

After a hurried consideration both decided it would be better to accept and drink the stuff so not to cause offence.   Harry strained his eyes trying to see who exactly had been so hospitable.   His question was answered a minute later when a well built man approached.

“Hello again, OK if I ask your wife for a dance?”

A short silence was followed by Harry stuttering his permission and without actually being asked the question Anna rose from her seat and allowed the man to guide her to the floor.   Now Harry saw more faces appear from the corner as men leaned forward to ‘clock’ Anna in her little flared short mini skirt.
 
Rock and roll classics filled the air and Anna showed off her ability to jive.   She was good and so was the man, in fact out of the dozen or so people on the floor they were the ones who stood out.   Though to the men in the corner and to others similarly placed it also had something to do with the way Anna’s skirt took off when she twirled.

Through the dim light Harry could still see the view his wife was giving the watching men.   So too could he read the lustful grins on their faces as her dancing partner moved them closer to the corner table.   It went on, the dance finished and Anna stayed chatting to the man between tracks before they moved again.   They danced with great vigour and they became hot and dishevelled.   Harry knew because he saw the buttons on his wife’s blouse pop open to show the silky glow of her white perspiring bosoms.   In spite of her bra being low cut the edges of her cups could still be seen.

Harry’s cock rose to the occasion as every time his wife spun round the naked flesh of her upper thighs contrasting with her dark stocking tops made her look most delectable.   Then they were gone.

For an instant Harry had taken his eyes away and she was no longer there!

With eyes flitting around the room he felt panic setting in.   She hadn’t passed him to go to the ladies room so where was she?

“We wondered if you’d like to join us over there in the corner.”

The man who had slithered down unseen next to Harry startled him.

“Your wife’s over there at our table – she wasn’t sure whether you would want to come over – so I’m here to ask.”

The man sounded intimidating even though polite which alarmed Harry even more.   His lips moved but no words came out causing the guy to smile at his dilemma, then the man spoke again.

“Look friend, we can see you are a man who likes to see his wife enjoy life and have fun with others – know what I’m saying?   Come over and we can all have a good time!”

Harry’s instinct was to deny what the man was implying and he was a little embarrassed that they had been so obviously transparent and indiscreet.

“Can’t sit here on your own, pal – follow me!”

He did, and during the couple of seconds it took for Anna to see her husband had arrived a lot was taken in by him.

She was laughing merrily, the centre of attention amongst the group of six men.   Two either side of her and two sat more or less in front she was positioned slightly back from the table so all could see from her head to her foot.   She was on display and it hadn’t been accidental.   The hem of her skirt was almost folded across her tummy showing just the faintest glimpse of the front of her panties.   The disarranged blouse was still unbuttoned more than it should have been and now as she was hot from dancing it clinged tightly to her breasts accentuating her nipples.   A man held her hand – in place on his upper thigh.

They all laughed at a witty remark then Anna looked up losing her smile for a second.   She was seeking knowledge on whether her husband approved – and was as happy as she was.   Harry felt just a little uneasy at seeing his wife’s unconcern of this close contact and too his shock she made no attempt to remove her hand from the man’s thigh.

“Sit down fella’!” said a voice from the table.   “We told your wife not to be a spoilsport and keep pulling her skirt down.   We all agreed she should let us have a better look at her amazing body from close up.   Those sexy legs are the best I’ve seen here in a long time!   And my, don’t we all love to see girl’s in stockings, not pantyhose!”

When one of the other’s reminded them they should not forget to mention her lovely tits all grinned and agreed making Anna blush and giggle.   Though, as Harry noticed again, she seemed to really be enjoying it all.

Feeling nervous even though everyone patted him on the back and shook his hand he sat quietly listening to the men discus his wife’s attributes as they sat gawping lewdly at her. Anna, in turn, answered their silly questions and responded shyly between her bouts of giggling and little girl glances.   Sometimes she caught the eye of her husband and seemed a little anxious for a sign but then the next comment would make her giggle again and she would look away.

Obligingly she moved her legs around first stretching one out then bending it fully making the men hopeful they would catch a better glimpse of her panties.

“Go on,” pleaded one man, “Just let those knees spread a little wider!”

Anna giggled loudly and drew a deep breath pretending to be outraged – but she loved it and was excited by it.   Then looking coy and nervous she let her thighs part slowly and using her spare hand actually pushed her skirt just a little higher!   Not all the way but enough to expose that sensuous little triangle of cloth.   Again she giggled telling the men that all this was very naughty and she shouldn’t be doing it!

After a while Harry detected a little movement in her forearm.   He was probably the only one now who didn’t have a full view of where her other hand was but his imagination told him that it was no longer sat resting on the man’s thigh.   Now he noticed a change in her facial expression and saw in her eyes a look of surprise and shock. even though she still giggled and smiled.

Her laughter sounded strained and she glanced at her husband as though someone had just pinched her bottom.   A certain air of fear, alarm at what might happen next could be read on her face.   Then, as though resigning herself to the event she seemed to avoid Harry’s glance and let her eyes flit in every direction before staring at the floor.   Her breathing too had become strained and deeper causing her chest to heave.

The torso of a big man was in the way and Harry couldn’t see to Anna’s right hand side.   Still her arm moved rhythmically but slowly up and down, to and fro.   Harry could stand it no longer and stood up from his chair.   His sudden movement alerted the men something was amiss but they did nothing waiting for his next move.   They knew full well what had caused his wife’s astonishment.

Harry looked down to see his wife’s hand held over the crotch of the man holding her hand.   He was doing the actions stimulating his penis by holding the woman’s fingers in place around his shaft.   Instinctively Anna, on seeing her husband’s attitude tried to withdraw her arm but was held firm.

“Relax baby, its fine!   We are having fun here, no need to worry.”

It all happened very quickly and Harry was just finding the right words to say when he was told to sit down.   The big man in front of him spoke softly but with menace in his voice.

“Hey, don’t go causing any trouble; let’s not spoil a good night.   Chill out man, you like to see your wife teasing men like us so this is just carrying it a stage further.   It’s more upfront – you’re just not used to it that’s all.   Don’t fret – we know about those little fantasies you have in your head, time to put your money where your mouth is friend.   Look, she’s scared now and she was OK before you alarmed her.”

Harry felt the evil stare of several men burn into him.   Before he took his next breath a hand came down on his shoulder and encouraged him to sit.

“It’s fine now babe, it was just a reaction, just go back to enjoying yourself again.   Stay calm.”

Harry heard the words directed to his wife and looked to see a confused look on her face.

“Tell her that you’re fine now Harry, that you’re cool,” instructed one man.   It was more of a command than a suggestion.

Harry told all he was fine and feeling the need to avoid any danger forced a smile to his wife before repeating himself.

The men immediately reverted to their jocular but lewd ways as they resumed watching Anna’s hand being used to bring pleasure.

“Just open those thighs a little more again sugar,” whispered one man, “Things got a little spoilt there.”

Harry watched his wife oblige.

Again with the crucial bit of the scene blocked from his view Harry could only watch Anna’s forearm and see the expression of her face.   True, like the others he could see the display of leg and panties and was able to watch the heaving of her chest that pushed her nipples forward and caused the crease of her cleavage to widen then close Also he felt somewhat guilty that all this was making his cock very hard and giving him a perverted thrill.

His heart beat quickened when he saw the man seated at her other side start to stroke her stockings, stopping just short of the three inches of bare flesh at the top of her leg.

“That’s it Anna, enjoy the excitement,” he told her.

Was it this or something else that made her suddenly let out a soft yell and her eyes open wide?   Her arm too was busier, going a little faster, and working as little harder.   The men had stopped joking and now seemed quieter and more serious.   Harry kept hearing little gasps and whistles and exclamations of the sort usually uttered by people watching sex films.

Suddenly Harry saw the other man let his hand drift right up to Anna’s panties and gently commence to rub the swollen mound.   He had to try and stand again but was pulled down.

“Hey, Jed, move over a little so Harry can see too!”

Jed did as he was bid to reveal that Anna’s hand was now wrapped around an exposed and very stiff cock – she was busy masturbating the man but that was not the only shock Harry witnessed.   No longer was her hand being forcibly held in place.   The man had withdrawn his penis from his pants and after starting her off had relaxed his grip to let her set her own rhythm.   His hand was hardly touching her but she had not protested or snatched her arm away.   And on her face was a little shy smile that was followed by one of her little giggles.

Anna, on hearing the man say Harry wanted to watch had taken it to be a sign of his approval and was now quite happy to please the men.

Several minutes passed by with everyone enjoying the show.   The guy stroking Anna’s legs bunched her skirt high letting the others watch as his fingers went from her upper thigh down to her knee then up to the mound.   Sometimes he ran his hands over her belly and Harry knew he was soon going to be tempted to delve down inside her panties.   Events put paid to that idea as the cock she was holding stiffened and the audience yelled out knowing soon it was about to erupt.   Anna was urged not to stop and with great embarrassment she tried to look away but curiosity got the better of her and with cheeks burning red she peeped at the cock she was masturbating.   When it did shoot its sticky liquid out she was heard to give out a long sigh and moan before the shouts of the men drowned out her voice.

With laughter and great joy all around the attentions of the other occupants of the club were drawn to the group.

Say, you guys, the manager has asked me to tell you to cool it!” said the waiter, who had witnessed the last few seconds of fun.

Behind him the manager himself spoke out, “Over the top a little men!   Why don’t you all go over into the corner then you don’t cause me to loose my license!”

Harry, still reeling from his wife’s willing behaviour wondered why these hard men did not argue with the man but instead did as they were bid.  

“Come on Harry!” urged the man next to him pulling him up from his seat “Can’t argue with the boss-man!”

Looking for a chance to tell Anna that they should now take the opportunity to scram double quick, Harry, with dismay saw his wife being led into the dark corner of the room.   He was sure he saw her smile and giggle as a man joked with her seeming happy to follow him.   Within a minute Harry was being sat into a chair at the edge of a large semi-circular cubicle that had room for them all with extra chairs around the front.   Anna had been taken away to the dance floor and he could only watch as she jived away with her two partners.

She was happy and content – and that fact filled Harry with despair and anger.   She had just been forced to wank off a stranger and had her pussy played with in front of a watching audience and she should be upset and desperate to get away.   That, at least is how Harry thought it ought to be – shouldn’t she be ashamed that she had to perform this right in front of her husband too?   Had not their little sex games gone over the top?

Anna twirled and made her skirt billow up showing her pants and stocking tops, just as she usually did when out to tease.   She showed no distress and in between numbers laughed and chatted to the men letting them kiss her cheeks and hold her around the waist.   The others talked amongst themselves then as Harry momentarily withdrew his vigilance deep in thought Anna was suddenly gone.

Panic set in and now not being coaxed to remain in his seat dashed to the door that led to the corridor.   He surveyed the area and hoped she was in the ladies room.   Hoping she would appear alone he planned to make his escape through the backdoor.

“Your wife’s powdering her nose,” a voice told him.   One of the men she had been dancing with came from the men’s room and passed him saying he needed a drink.

Now was his chance and sure enough Anna came out behind a party of very noisy females.

“Quick!” he said as he grabbed her arm, “Let’s go out the back way.”

He felt resistance and bewildered he stared his wife in the eye.

“Are you not upset and scared after what’s just happened?”

Harry detected a disappointed look on his wife’s face.

“Do you not want to leave?” he asked incredulously.

“It got a little out of hand but it’s OK now.   They won’t hurt us you know, as long as you don’t try to cause any trouble.”

She seemed confused as though she was trying to find ways to rationalise the situation and justify reasons why they should stay.    Looking sheepishly down at the ground she listened to her husband’s pleading and reasoning.

“But you always said you would like it if you saw me with other men.   This is why we both enjoyed me teasing….thinking what it may lead up to.   Now it’s actually happened you have got cold feet and want to go home!”

Harry, stunned and surprised, put one more point forward, “You do realise that if you go and sit with them again they will want you to do more things for them?   That’s why they have moved into the corner – the manager isn’t going to stop them because it was his idea.”

“I know,” she said quietly.

“Then you don’t mind – you want to stay and let them maul you?”

Almost imperceptibly Anna’s reply came and left Harry numb.

“It’s fun – exciting.”

Suddenly as though someone had flicked a switch she brightened up and spoke urgently.

“They will be missing us – let’s go back in before they come looking!”

Incredibly she took his hand and hurrying ahead pulled him with her back into the club’s lounge.   She said she would dance again and pointed him to the group of men who beckoned him to rejoin them.   He had no choice but to resume sitting with them and saw his glass had been replenished.

“It’s a drink on the house Harry, the waiter’s been told to get you anything you want – all night.”

After a slight pause the man spoke again, “Your wife enjoys having fun with us.   We will have better fun later when the place is quieter – when most of the strangers have gone.”

Harry felt his stomach churn wondering what the man’s comment implied.   The menace in the tone of his voice kept Harry from questioning him further.

“I think maybe you are a little shy to show how much it thrills you watching your wife with other men.   It’s OK, we have met people like you before – lots of guys like to watch.   Just takes a little while before you feel comfortable that’s all.   Don’t worry about showing how much pleasure it gives you, do what comes naturally.”

Harry almost laughed out loud at this gangster’s attempt to lecture him and play the sex therapist.   Cynically he grinned and thanked the guy.

Some of the other men had been away from the table and they returned just as Anna and her dance partner returned.

“Glad to see you still here Harry!” said one making the others smile.

As they shuffled for their seats a big rough bearded man announced he needed a breather.

“I could do with a little air,” he said, then as he looked at Anna suggested, “Why don’t you come out back with me and keep me company for a few minutes?”

Harry was very conscious of the knowing glances and smirks exchanged by the others.   Surely his wife had noticed too and would turn down the offer.

Her little giggle told him she was going to oblige the man and sure enough she stood waiting for him to lead the way.   Harry knew by the way her cheeks flushed and how she averted his gaze that she certainly was aware that the man had lewd intentions.   Nevertheless he watched open mouthed as she willingly went with him out of the room.

It was a long four or five minutes that followed and Harry’s nerves were on edge.   The pictures that came into his mind made him feel sick and his hands shook.   The remaining men mostly ignored him as they talked away but just occasionally told him not to worry.   Harry couldn’t decide whether they were making fun of him or if they were genuinely trying to calm him down.   When one of the men went to the bar then disappeared through the same door Harry’s great distress was evident.

“Harry,” said one man softly after a lull in the conversation, “Why don’t you go and watch what’s going on.   Go and join them then maybe you’ll feel better.   Don’t spoil things though.”

He could feel all eyes on him as they waited for his response.   Shaking like a leaf he tried not to rush as he made his way to the door then once in the corridor hurried to find the exit.   It was a fire door that led into a small courtyard and like one would expect was used for storage.   A couple of people stood around near the opening but ignored Harry as he stepped out into the yard.   For a minute he couldn’t see anyone then from behind a stack of crates he heard a low moan.

Resisting the urge to rush forward he stealthily crept around the stacks.   He didn’t want to be seen because now he could observe Anna and see just what she was prepared to do when she thought she was free from him.   The poor man’s heart pounded and his mouth was dry as more moans reached his ears just as he was about to peer around the corner.

The scene before him stopped his breath.   Anna was stood side on to the big man who was leaning against the wall of the courtyard.   He was very busy kneading her breasts which by now were out of their harness while her top and bra straps were off her shoulders.   Anna’s was busy too – her hand was wrapped around a very thick and hard shaft.   Harry saw her wrist moving his foreskin slowly up and down.

  Astounding though it was that didn’t complete the scene that met his eyes.   Behind his wife was the other man who, as he lazily smoked a cigarette had his other hand between Anna’s legs.   Her skirt was folded around her waist and even the skin of her belly above her panties was visible.   Her hips, whether by accident or design moved in little circles against the man’s probing fingers

The predominant fact in Harry’s mind was that all this was unhurried and slow.   It was all being done for pure mutual sexual pleasure.   She was not being forced or coerced – it was not an act of flustered instant gratification done before she was likely to beg them to stop.   It was being done slowly and they were taking their time.   Harry actually heard them calmly speaking to each other.   Though the sounds that made the most impact on Harry was Anna’s little whimpers and giggles that preceded her moans of sexual delight.  

Listening he heard the big man tell Anna how nice her tits felt and what a fine woman she was.   The woman lapped it all up and giggled as she thanked him.   The smoker had now finished his cigarette so having both hands free he held Anna while his fingers slipped inside the top of her panties and delved down the front to find her slit.   Harry watched mesmerised as his wife merely responded by giggling yet again then let out a little feeble “ooh!”

“Come on baby finish me off!” said the big man.

The watching husband saw a large hand take hold of his wife around the back of her neck and pull her face down toward his cock.

“No it can’t be – she isn’t going to do it surely!” Harry whispered to himself.

But she did and he just watched helplessly.   He heard gurgles and moans and the slurping sounds almost made him feel disgusted knowing his wife’s mouth was sucking on this musty shaft.   A yell and loud groan told Harry the man had ‘cum’ – but Anna’s face stayed put and he could see she was still sucking.

The man behind still had his hand inside her panties and as she stood Harry saw the sticky liquid on her cheeks and chin just visible in the half light of the yard.   Expecting her now to cry or protest or even run away through a fit of conscience Harry saw and her just giggle in her girlish way.

He was lost in his despair and taken by surprise when the big man was almost upon him.  

“Harry!” he shouted, “Didn’t know you were watching – go and join them!”

Shocked now he had been discovered Harry stepped toward his wife and the groping man.   The big man, now with lust satisfied went on his way back into the club.

It almost felt surreal as husband stood before wife in the yard.   The guy still had his hand in her knickers but she cared not.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked calmly and nonch alan tly.

“All the time,” he answered, hoping to shame her.

It did not cause her any distress and she smiled and laughed a little as her hips moved involuntarily due to the movement of the man’s fingers in her pussy.   With her distinctive shy and coy manner she proceeded to wipe some of the jism from her face.

“Can I borrow your handkerchief?” she asked of her husband, “It’s got everywhere!”

Harry found his hand meekly obeying as he pulled the square of cloth from his pocket and handed it to Anna.   There was a short awkward silence before the man’s voice broke through the night air.

“Say Harry!” he began, “That was good to watch eh?   Why don’t you step nearer and let me watch her do you now?”

“Well,” uttered Anna shyly smiling all over her sperm stained face, “He might not want me to – not here.”

She addressed the man but it was a question to her husband.   Harry could not believe she had done such a thing!   Was this really happening or was it a weird dream – was this really the woman he had married?   Here he was, stood listening to her speaking so calmly having a conversation while a man had his fingers deep inside her and she was happily stood with her tits hanging out and her clothes bunched around her waist!

“Come on, I’d love to watch you suck cock again!” said the man.

“Oh…OK….I suppose I will then!” said Anna resigning herself to the man’s request.

Without further ado she unzipped her husbands fly while he stood dumbfounded taking it all in.

Soon he was in the strange situation of standing in the backyard of a club being masturbated by his wife while another man played inside her knickers.

  Nature took over, he felt his cock start to rise and stiffen.   Anna noticed too and squeaked her approval.   She kissed him and he tasted the salty cum from her previous efforts – it caused his penis to stiffen even more!   He watched how her tits bounced up and down and saw her delighted face smiling at him.

“I told you it would be fun!” she whispered in his ear before she sank down in front of him.

His penis slipped into her mouth and she greedily sucked on him.   This is how the other man enjoyed her – this is what he watched her do to him.   She loved the way her pussy was being played with at the same time because Harry could tell that she did.

“Fucking hell!” hissed the other man.

Harry saw him almost ripping her panties down and his heart skipped a beat as the man then lifted his wife’s backside high in the air.   When Harry heard the sound of a zip he realised he was about to watch Anna be fucked from behind by a stranger.   Would she now call a halt and say this is enough?   Would he, her husband just stand there and watch this man fuck his wife right in front of him?

Anna yelped when she felt the man’s dick but then just sucked harder.   Harry thought he must now be inside her because his hips bucked against her.   Should he stop it now?   Perhaps just this once it would be interesting and exciting to watch how his wife responds to another man fucking her.    He felt her suck with more enthusiasm so she liked what she was experiencing.   Almost unconsciously Harry’s hands fell to hold his wife in place, supporting her and b alan cing her as she jerked back and forth.   Helping to her keep her mouth wrapped around his cock he watched and listened to her enjoying the other man’s penis inside her cunt.

The man slapped her arse twice and Harry, shocked, waited for his wife’s protest.

“Oh yeah!” he heard her say as she momentarily took his dick from her mouth.

She liked that too, and Harry just held on to her as he watched the man repeat the action.

Tried as he may Harry couldn’t hold back his rising sperm for long.   With a feeling of embarrassment and guilt he gave in to Anna’s lips and the erotic sight before his eyes.   His wife drank his juice with a thirst like she had never had before.   She begged her husband, even though he was spent to hold her tight and in place so not to loose the pleasure of the thrusting cock behind her.   She was very vocal for the last few minutes of her shafting and at last the man exploded inside her.

  No longer was there any evidence of shyness and as their passion subsided, Anna turned and happily licked the man clean.

Silently they moved back indoors and as Anna excused herself by the door to the ladies room the men smartened them selves up and went back into the club.

“Do you want to go home now?” was the only thing Harry thought to say.

“Not really, not just yet,” his wife told him.

The one thing that scared Harry now was that he knew his wife didn’t like to be left unsatisfied after sex.   He knew she was still aroused and if they had been home and he was exhausted then this would be the time she would bring herself off with dildo or fingers.   Whatever she would do tonight didn’t bare thinking about.

For another hour he watched his wife dance as though nothing abnormal had happened then sit and chat happily to any man or men who cared to talk to her.   Sipping on her drink and once again sounding like a giggling shy housewife she would accept with equal polite delight invitations to dance or to go and sit in a more private dark corner.

Whether the request came from one man or two she would say the same, “Oh….go on then!” before either walking to the dance floor or sitting away from the others and allowing her clothing to be undone and performing favours.

  Harry was ‘made’ to circulate by the other men but observed from a distance. Once when he was near her table his wife asked him if he was OK just as she was about to delve into a dark recess with two men.   Minutes later he got to see her with legs spread wide and knickers off sucking one cock while she used her hand on the other.

  That time she didn’t see the point of dressing because two others stood by waiting their turn.   Anna was heard to giggle and sigh as one of the new men made a bee-line for her tits and sucked on her nipples.   Several men just preferred to watch and Anna clearly didn’t give a damn.

Suddenly Harry was more aware of the quietness.   No longer were their many voices talking at once or invasive music playing in the background.   Most had gone and now the bar had closed the manager came to join them with two of his ‘heavies.’

Harry felt scared because he realised that Anna was the only woman left in the room.

She was asked to join them for a drink and did so but Harry saw she had had more than enough.   Told to sit next to the boss man she was flanked by a man of wide proportions.   The talk was pleasant and boss man asked her about her life and likes.   It became a little more direct and blatant making Anna resort to her usual giggling and laughter.   She was like the little naïve housewife again but Harry saw something else in her eyes.

He could see how the danger and tension and sexuality was arousing and exciting her.   Here were three men who would most probably make sure they got what they wanted and they seemed to be building up to wanting her!   She had obliged everyone else tonight so how could she refuse them?   Now she was blushing and looking coy when they told her she had nice tits and amazing legs.   It was different now the room was quiet and everyone was watching and listening.   Lots of men stood around their table, all in earshot and interested in what the boss man was saying.

Harry sat nearby resigned to accept what fate would dish out and take the consequences of their actions.   Their game had led them here and this was the extreme result of their playing with fire.

“So now I’ve more time Anna let me take a closer look at those tits of yours.”

The request took her by surprise and she drew in a breath before her cheeks glowed red.   She protested and went shy looking at the ground.   The man laughed and told her again he wanted a better look.

“But everyone’s watching!” she reasoned, “And you’ve turned the lights up!”

“Shall I get Jake there to help you?” he asked pointing to the man on her left.

Anna knew what he was threatening and she shivered trying to keep the smile on her face.   Reluctantly she began to unbutton her top and having done so held the two halves open for his inspection.

“Nice!” he said, then reaching forward he pulled her left breast from its cup and teased her nipple.   All watched with baited breath as Anna’s bra was eventually unfastened and her tits came out on show to everyone.

“Stand up Anna!” he ordered, “I just love to see stockings on a pair of fine legs.”

He hauled up her skirt and made a meal out of touching and waxing lyrical about her body and how juicy her cunt felt.   She was mortified when his fingers went inside her and he faced her toward all the watching men.

“Come on guys!” show her a cock or two and lets see if she gets even wetter.   Give her something to turn her on.”

Some of the less bashful ones did and soon Anna was stood being fingered while several men in front of her masturbated.

“Take your skirt off Anna,” said the man calmly.

Anna shook as she fumbled with her button, then she felt the garment fall to the floor.   To hoots of approval Anna was then sat on the boss man’s knee facing her audience.   He ran hands up and down her leg then whispered loudly in her ear so everyone else could hear.

“I believe you are good with your mouth Anna.   So we’ll see if that’s true as we watch you perform on Jake.”

There was going to be a sex show and Anna was the star.   Jake was not a shy man and grunted as he quickly removed his trousers.   He was a big man in every way and Anna’s eyes widened when she saw his weapon.

“Would you prefer that inside your pussy Anna?” asked the man laughing.

Anna giggled.

Boss man was also good – with his fingers.   Anna made some agreeable noises and as Jake stood in front of her she didn’t need to wait for instructions on what to do next.   Reaching out with both her hands she took hold of the hard cock and directed it toward her already open mouth.   The crowd showed their approval and cheered loudly.

Jake gave her nipples some rough treatment while boss man worked hard with his fingers.

“You like that Anna?” he asked at one point.

“Ummm!” she murmured as she greedily sucked on the cock.

“Make him ‘cum’ baby let everyone see it go into your mouth!”

Harry watched this whore, this slut, who was his wife, do just that.   Happily she held her mouth open and let the men see how the white sperm splashed on her tongue.   Harry even heard her giggles in the midst of it all and saw her hips work against boss man’s fingers.   Anna, he observed, was very much turned on.

“Now I’m going to give you a good fucking Anna!” announced the boss, “Take your panties off.”

Harry felt that sickening surrealism once again as he watched his wife simply obey the man while at the same time laugh and smile and giggle as though nothing was amiss.   With a happy face, that nevertheless had lust in the eyes, she lay back as requested on the table top and lifted her legs high and wide opening her pussy for all to see.

“How many times has this cunt been fucked tonight Anna?” asked the man lewdly.

“Three,” she answered.

Harry felt even more sickened, only once had he seen her being fucked!

“Good to see you’re enjoying it all Harry!” said a voice behind him.

Now it was time for Harry to show some honesty.   He followed the man’s gaze and had to finally admit that under the table his hand was busily pulling on his very stiff penis.   Harry had sat very quiet; too scared to admit just how much pleasure he himself had received from this unusual nights events.   So his wife had been fucked two more times than he knew about?   It didn’t matter – she would tell him about it later if he asked her.

Lots of men were wanking as they watched Anna who now had her legs held apart by other men was about to reach her orgasm.   Her giggles and laughter now took on an almost manic nature and Harry saw how her eyes had glazed over. The man was happy for his wife – and happy to be able to witness the sexual event.

Maybe, if she really liked tonight…….they could do it again sometime!   Maybe they would be invited back.

 

The End
 

"Who was that," I asked.

"Part of my surprise for Saturday," she replied. "Don’t worry you’ll love it."

"If it’s like the last few surprises I’ve received in the last day or so, I’m not so sure," I said.

"Is mom still asleep?" she asked changing the subject.

"Yeah," I answered. I knew she was up to something, but couldn’t tell what. I also knew that if I pressed her too much I’d never find out. I decided to go along with it for now.

"Ok," she said. "Now here’s my plan for Saturday. First off like I said earlier, mom wants to get you drunk and take you to the party on Saturday. Now, I’ll be doing the bartending. Instead of making your drinks with any liquor in them, I’ll make them all virgin. But mom’s will have more in them than she’s used to. She’ll be the one too drunk to resist. But I need you to act like you’re thoroughly soused. That’ll put her off guard, while you stay in full control of your faculties."

"So you want me to be in control, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, you need to be," she replied. "Then when we get her to Marilyn’s the fun will really start. Be thinking about what you want to have happen to her. I’ll need to know before Friday afternoon."

"Okay," I said. "Oh, by the way, how did it end up with Fred the Fuck machine and your mom this morning?"

"I asked her about that while you were asleep," she said. "It seems that Fred’s control has finally been broken. It took her 3 hours to do it, but he finally came in her pussy. She said that she came right home afterwards, and that was when she caught us. She wanted me to suck his cum out of her hole."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little while after she got home," she answered. "She had climbed up on the bed, and flipped me over. She then lowered her pussy to my mouth just as I was waking up and made me eat her. It was either that or smother. You know he has great tasting cum and so does mom, but together it’s almost so good it’s addictive. I licked her pussy clean just as she came all over me. I wanted to go take a shower to wash it off."

"Did you?" I asked, my cock again starting to twitch and poke out the front of my robe.

"No," she replied looking at my cock. "She held me down and licked her own cum off me before eating me to an orgasm of my own. She has the greatest tongue of any woman I’ve ever felt."

I noted that as she finished this she was licking her lips again. Her eyes were starting to glaze as she moved forward and took my cock in her hand. She began to stroke it while she continued.

"She told me about what I missed while I was busy," she said. "She told me about the four man blow job she did and the cum shower she got when about 10 guys all stood around her and jacked off on her. She also told me about how Angie and Marilyn had gotten her off when they and some of the other girls joined up to lick her clean."

This was really getting to me, as was her stroking on my cock. I felt the head swell after a few minutes more of her monologue of her mother’s sexual conquests and I grunted as I shot a load off onto her hand and the dining room floor. She daintily raised her hand to her mouth and slowly licked my cum off her palm. Looking down she slowly slipped down to the floor in a smooth cat-like motion and with her cute little ass pointed right up at me licked the rest of my cum up off the tile. I just stood there like an idiot. I was too stunned to be anything but aroused.

As the line goes though, the spirit was willing but the flesh was oh so weak. I was still wiped out from all the sex I’d had over the last day and was having trouble standing let alone do anything else. All I could hear was the pounding of the blood in my ears. The few brain cells I had working then were trying to figure out how I hadn’t had a stroke or something yet.

After she’d cleaned up our mess, she stood stretching like a cat and walked naked back to the stairs and out of view. I sat down in one of the dining room chairs and caught my breath. My mind was still whirling from the events of the last 24 hours, and if Anna were any indication it wouldn’t stop soon.

I went into the kitchen to get a quick drink and look over the options for dinner. I decided to surprise my girls by cooking one of my gourmet specialties. I gathered the ingredients and spent the next hour getting the meal together. When I finished I decided to see what was going on. Normally when I’m pottering around in the kitchen one or both will come see what’s up. There’d been no sign of them.

I walked up the stairs to our bedroom and just as I was about to open the door I heard them quietly talking. It took a few seconds to determine what they were discussing but when I did I almost felt my jaw drop off my face.

"So, I’ll talk to Marilyn and get her to drop the robe rules for the playroom, so that anyone entering can be grabbed and raped or whatever then," Donna said. "That way even if he thinks he’s safe your dad will get assaulted by the ladies present."

"That sounds great, mom" Anna said. "I’ll put a roofie in his drink a few minutes before we go downstairs and after it kicks in, he won’t be able to fight or run or anything else."

"Yeah, and if all goes well, he won’t remember it, and we can use the videotape to blackmail anything we want to out of him," Donna purred. "It would be great if Marilyn knows any bi or gay guys to ream him out while he’s out of it. You know that every once in a while he lets me fuck him in the ass with either a strap-on or a dildo. I think that given half a chance your dad could swing either way."

"Like wife, like husband huh?" Anna said.

"Yeah, I’ve always loved a girls tongue in my pussy, almost as much as a cock," Anna said matter of factly. "I’m so glad I got into this group. I’ve had the best sex ever with them."

"I can tell," Anna said. "You’re getting wet again."

"How about a quick 69, while we wait for your dad to finish dinner then?" Donna asked.

"Oh yeah," was the enthusiastic reply.

As I stood there listening to the two of them again have sex, part of my mind was already working on the problem of their plan for me on Saturday. My lovely wife was planning on having me be raped by other men while drugged.

Now let me say this for the record. As I’ve already stated before, I’m not gay. I definitely like the ladies. I have fooled around with the notion of having sex with men in the past. I really like to have my ass done when I’m in the mood and the idea of sucking a cock doesn’t fill me with dread.

I found myself really looking forward to Saturday. I also knew that I was going to have to talk to Anna before then, to plan my own spin on things. I was sure that I’d want to remember what happened and the idea of being drugged out was too much.

With these thoughts finished I opened the door a bare inch and saw the two of them engaged in a hot 69. Donna was on top, as I noticed she liked to when with other women. Anna was the bottom, and she was licking her mom’s snatch for all she was worth. She also had a bright red dildo pumping brutally in and out of her mom’s ass while she munched away.

Donna was really getting into it, with her ass plunging up and down in rhythm to the strokes and swaying her hips left and right as well. They seemed to be perfect together, moving as one sweaty well oiled machine.

I pushed the door open and dropping my robe stroked my now hard cock, into action again. I lined up on Donna’s pussy from behind as I sank onto the bed, and with a fast lurch drove it in. I couldn’t get the penetration I wanted, because I had to leave room for Anna and her dildo. That was fine though as we made a sandwich of her mom and drove her crazy. I noticed that Donna also had a dildo buried in Anna’s pussy and was slipping it in and out ferociously.

I’d like to say that we all came together, but we didn’t. It was a sequence of events though, and none of us lasted too long after the first, Donna; came. She began to hurl and buck back and forth, and she set off Anna. The sight of the two of them, thrashing back and forth, set me off too as I sprayed jizz into Donna’s hotter than hot pussy. The action was so intense and the gyrations of the three of us were so strong that the king-sized bed we were in could take it no longer. With a sudden snap I felt the headboard and frame both give way at the same time. The headboard sprang away into the wall with a faint thud, and the metal frame screeched in protest as the mattress and box springs slammed into the floor.

The fall stunned everyone for a moment and then Anna, being on the bottom, began to flail about to get our combined weight off of her. This was hard to do as the three of us began to giggle uncontrollably once the dust began to settle, and the shocks wore off.

After we’d barely gotten under control again, I announced that dinner was ready. That set the two of them off again and it was some time before we could get up to go down to eat. We all dressed in robes or nightshirts before heading down and the meal was served in an excellent mood of goodwill and love.

After dinner Donna said something about going to call her boss about work, and left Anna and I to do the dishes. This is an activity that she and I have done since she was old enough to stand and hold a plate. It is a great time to talk about the day, or in this case make plans against her mother.

"I heard some of what you and mom were talking about earlier," I said quietly. "Are you going to go through with it?"

"Well I do have a couple of roofies with me from school," she admitted. "I was going to use them on you if you didn’t play ball. As it was, I didn’t need them did I?"

"No, not for me," I said. "But as I recall, your mom has denied the guys in your group access to her ass, is that right?"

"Yeah almost all of them have wanted to, but she wouldn’t let them," she said. "She never really gave a good reason for it either."

"Well here’s a thought," I said. "Why don’t we give it to her, and make her ass the blue plate special on Saturday? We offer up her ass to all comers, so to speak."

"Oh yeah, I love it," Anna said in excitement. "That way she can’t say no again in the future, and the guys can have all she has to offer. We can get Kenny, you know the muscle guy, to fuck her ass with that huge prick of his. I also know that Tommy has always wanted to fuck her ass. And then there’s Fred, I’ve never taken him in the ass before, but he might even give you a run for your money there."

"What about the rest of your mom’s plan?" I asked. "The part about getting me fucked by some of the bi or gay guys Marilyn can find. Do you want to do that also?"

"I don’t know, do you want it?" she asked.

"I won’t say no, but I’m also not sure," I replied. "I’ve always liked it when your mom has played with my ass, or fucked me there with her strap-on, but I don’t know about another guy. As for giving or getting head, I also don’t know."

"Well at least you’re honest about it," she said. "You know, if you were stressed about it, I could always shave a roofie for you and give you a partial dose. It would be enough to relax you, without blanking you out. You’d still be in charge of yourself, but maybe not as uptight."

"That might be ok," I said uncomfortably. "If you can be sure of the dosage."

"Well, I can try it tonight if you like," she said. "That way we can be relatively sure of how it’ll hit you. If you get too much tonight, we can scale back for tomorrow."

"Ok," I said. "I’ll try it, but if it’s too much we go in without it tomorrow, ok?"

"You bet," she assured me. "I’ll put it in a drink later before we go back to bed, and that way we’ll see how much it changes things."

Together we finished the dinner dishes and pots and pans. As we finished Donna came back into the room, with a grin on her face.

"I’ve got great news," she said. "Marilyn is having a party at her house Saturday night and we’re all invited. It should be great fun, what do you think?"

"That sounds like fun," Anna said. "I haven’t seen her for ages."

I almost choked.

"Well before we go to any parties or do anything else tomorrow," I said, "we have to buy a new bed."

That got the three of us laughing and giggling again, as we strode into the family room to watch some quality television, and plan the next days’ schedule. Donna surprised me by putting in a hard core porno tape from our collection. It was a bit odd, sitting there in my robe and slippers watching a fuck movie with my wife and daughter next to me on the couch. They bracketed me on either side and I felt them occasionally move or shift as the action on the screen turned them on.

After a bit, Anna got up to fix us drinks and took our orders while Donna and I sat back to watch the movie. While she was gone, Donna leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. "I love what’s happened today," she whispered. "The two of you look so hot together, I almost cum by just watching."

"Same here," I said. "I need to get a movie of the two of you. I bet it would sell like hot cakes."

"Maybe you’ll get what you want after all," she said cryptically.

Just then Anna returned with the drinks and as she handed me mine, she gave me just the slightest wink. Leaning in, she whispered, "I gave mom some too. I need to see how she’ll react."

I somehow kept from choking on my drink as she said this, and quickly returned to watching the action on the screen. It involved a beautiful brunette and two guys, one in her ass and the other slamming her mouth. As I took my first drink the one in the girls’ ass let go across her cheeks.

I couldn’t taste anything different about the wine, so I drank more. Donna was drinking her favorite, rum and coke, while Anna had a beer. She isn’t quite 21 yet, but I really couldn’t see any reason to bust her for it, what with everything else going on. Donna as usual finished her first drink in record time and Anna got up to mix her another. I drank the wine more slowly and finished about the time Donna had gotten half way done with her second.

I began to feel somewhat loose, as the room seemed to expand ever so slightly. The walls moved apart and the lighting seemed to be brighter. As the effects continued, I noted that it was much like a severe drunk. I felt the few pressures on my mind begin to melt away, until I felt like a god.

Part of my mind was still in control as I watched though. I felt very warm and had to loosen my robe to get comfortable. Looking over at Donna I saw that she’d completely removed her nightgown. She sat there watching the movie, slowly fingering herself. Her skin looked flushed and feverish as she really got into it.

Anna in the meantime was watching us with that calm and analytical look she sometimes gets when working on her homework. I saw her making mental notes as to our behavior and actions. She also removed her clothes to make us both feel more comfortable I think.

She moved over to Donna and placing her hands on her breasts began to slowly massage them and tweak her nipples. This had the desired effect as Donna began to reciprocate. They in turn reached over to me in an unspoken invitation to join them. The almost rational part of my mind could see that Donna was not in control of herself, but the rest of me just didn’t care.

I began by stroking Donna’s legs, knees and thighs. I moved slowly up her thighs to the interior of her hips, just where the legs and vagina come together. This is a very erotic zone for Donna, and I stroked and kneaded very slowly, letting her get the full effect. I’d been doing this for a moment when I noticed that Anna was gone. I looked over at the TV and saw her loading a different tape into the machine. After a few moments I saw that it was a tape of the session in which she’d taken her brother, Sam to a party.

Donna was moaning, by my massage of her thighs and vulva, as I looked back at the screen again. I felt Donna’s cum squirt over the back of my hands as I saw Anna’s pussy slowly engulf Sam’s big cock on the screen. It was easier to hold on as Donna came. It was as powerful as past orgasms, but her muscular control was off, so it wasn’t as violent.

She came down from the high of the orgasm, but looking into her eyes, all I saw was hunger for more. At this point Anna walked back into view. I’d somehow lost track of her, in the mental haze and saw that she’d donned her mother’s strap-on. She smiled wickedly at me as she turned and prodded Donna onto her face and shoulders, with her ass high in the air. Anna slowly rubbed lube on the head of the strap-on and pushed the nub of it into her own pussy. Leaning over, she probed her mom’s ass with a delicate index finger generously coated in lube.

"When I’m done with her, you’re next," she said to me.

Donna had meanwhile squirmed around on the couch and placed her head next to my lap. Using only her teeth, she grabbed and untied my robe. Spreading it apart with her face she leaned in and began to slowly give me head. I heard and felt her grunt as Anna shoved the strap-on into her with a series of short jabs. As this happened Donna was ever so slowly licking my shaft from base to head, and swirled it with her tongue.

As I’ve stated before, Donna is a cock-sucking genius. Her mouth, tongue, and teeth all come into play. The drug might have robbed her of some of her gross motor control, but there was nothing wrong with her mouth. She alternated between low and high pressure on my cock, sucking and licking at various speeds. Just as I began to feel like I was losing it, she reached over and grabbed my balls and squeezed to hold me off. This was one of her slow, blowjobs. Running on instinct alone, she was giving me her very best.

The drug in the wine allowed me to feel all the sensations, but it also kept me in the flow of things very well. The rational part of me, remarked on her technique, while the rest of me just enjoyed it. This was while Anna was fucking her ass with deliberation. She used all of her athletic prowess to move and groove it on. She alternated pace, depth, and direction, all the while Donna was groaning around my cock head.

Donna had another huge orgasm, as Anna piled into her, and as before, she came hard, but without the furniture destroying force I’m used to. Donna pulled her mouth away from my cock and moaned her pleasure in a string of unintelligent sounds and pieces of words.

"Now it’s daddy’s turn," Anna said with an evil grin.

I turned around away from her with my ass in the air, as her mother had done. Donna shifted along with me to keep my cock in her mouth. Anna repeated her careful lubing procedure, and ever so slowly began to insert the rubber dick into my ass. I was definitely in the mood. Whether it was the topic and time I’d had to think about it, or the drug, I couldn’t be sure.

It felt like forever until she bottomed out the phallus in my rectum. My anal muscles, while they hadn’t gotten as much as workout as Donna’s usually did, were ready for all she could give. While she butt fucked me, she reached around and gently pulled and stroked my balls. I could feel her mother’s delicate tongue reaching past me to lick Anna’s sweet pussy every time she pushed in.

It got to the point where the sensations began to merge. I think that it was some aspect of the drug, but at this point I didn’t care. I couldn’t tell what was turning me on more. The mouth expertly milking my cock, the hand gently playing with my sac, the rubber dick in my ass or the sight of my son slamming his huge cock into his sister’s gushing pussy, on the TV. I couldn’t differentiate between them anymore. All I felt was a gentle peace, and the beginnings of the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Suddenly I could take no more. I shot my load into Donna’s ever cum hungry mouth. Anna also seemed to sense what was happening and pulled away. I know that I couldn’t have shot too much, drained as I was from the events of the last days, but I felt as if I was cumming forever. I looked at the screen to see Anna slowly licking her own cum, from her brother’s immense cock.

When I was spent I felt slightly more clear-headed and turned again to focus on the screen. I saw that someone had chained Sam to the altar, and the other women present were having their way with him. I saw his strain against his bonds, with his immense strength and saw with some satisfaction one of them tear away. This seemed to drive the crowd wild as they surged in and held him down with their beautiful naked bodies. Everywhere I looked I saw beautiful women licking, stroking, kissing or sucking at some bit of exposed flesh. The sensations he experienced must have been as unbelievable as the orgasm I’d just had.

I continued to watch Sam’s activities on the screen. Donna was lying there content as a kitten with her mouth full of cum, while Anna took a break. Anna and I watched Donna start to slowly stroke her pussy with one hand, while pulling at her nipples with the other. She appeared to be transfixed by the occurrences taking place on the screen.

After watching Sam take all cummers for about a half-hour, Anna again reached over to pull gently on my pud. It didn’t take long with her help to get it really hard again. She had retained the strap-on and was again lubing it up for action.

"I want to fuck mom in the ass, while you do me in mine," she whispered.

I grinned an affirmative while she again lubed up her mom’s asshole. Donna was feeling no pain, and while greatly robbed of her motor control, was more than compliant. She was like a living doll. We could pose and move her anyway we wanted. Her willpower was also greatly diminished and she let us do anything we wanted with her.

Anna, finishing up the anal lube, slowly inserted the strap-on’s plastic head into Donna’s shiny rectum. This time Anna was going for a more seductive, slow and pleasurable fuck. She stroked in and out for several minutes while I cranked on my cock and lubed it as well.

I climbed up behind the two of them. Donna was on the bottom, while Anna was doing a kind of doggy-style while standing on her knees. Anna leaned forward and using that phenomenal body of hers, levered herself between us. I held part of her weight with an arm around her belly, while the rest was balanced on her mom’s ass. I took a page from her book, and ever so slowly entered her ass.

As usual while in my home away from home, I stroked and pushed and pulled. After a short time Anna and I got into a complicated rhythm, me pushing in her, while she pulled out of her mom. We played around with the order, and frequency. At this point no words were spoken, the only sounds were the grunting of Donna, the sighs of Anna and my own feverish panting.

I could feel a change coming soon, however as I felt both Donna and Anna begin to ever so slightly speed up. Anna was becoming more vocal the more she moved and Donna was grunting like a stuck sow. I watched a fine trickle of sweat bead up and begin to flow down Anna’s back, near her hairline. As it moved further down, it picked up more, and it increased speed. Before it could disappear into the crack of her ass, I leaned in and licked it off the middle of her spine.

It was like lighting a rocket. Anna began to thrash and buck like she always does in the throes of an intense orgasm. This must have been the catalyst for Donna as well, as she joined her little girl. The two of them began to shake the bed, the frame and me like I was hardly there. I heard more creaking and snapping as the remains of the bed began to break under the combined force of their orgasms. I held on for dear life, I was determined to see this through to the end, and not fake one, or shoot anywhere else.

I barely rode the two of them through that orgasm, and as I continued to plow her ass, also rode through two more each of both Anna and Donna. With each jolt I was losing my grip on the sweaty little darlings and it was much harder to continue on. I saw Anna become drenched with sweat and cum, and I still continued on.

After an in determinate time later, I felt the familiar twinge in the head of my rod, and began to really pump it to her. Anna had as I watched also continued to match me thrust for thrust in her mom’s ass. For every bump or grind I gave her, she passed it on to Donna.

"Oh shit baby," I screamed, "here it comes." I said this as I again flooded her ass with my cum. This again had a trickle down effect as the two women beneath me also came incredibly hard. We moved as if we were one large animal joined at the ass. As this occurred I again heard snapping and breaking, this time from within the mattress itself.

The sights I saw were incredible. Here were the two loveliest women in town, covered in sweat, cum and shit, lying in the remains of a 5 year old king sized mattress. The smashed and splintered headboard partially sticking out of the wall, and the three of us lying there like the dead. The room was suffused with the odor of our sweat, mixed with the scents of semen, girl cum, and shit.

The tape had continued on without us. I looked over and barely registered that both Marilyn and Angie were administering to Sam. While one of them rode his mustache, the other rode his huge cock. I looked at the screen and felt a brief pang of jealousy that he was so much more endowed than I was. His cock was almost twice my girth and half again my length. It was no wonder that the women on the tape had worshipped him as they had. He could give any of the men in Mariyln’s group a run for their money on length alone.

Angie was throwing herself up and down on it like a pogo stick, smashing herself brutally upon the head and shaft. He met the challenge well, and was obviously doing well with his mouth. As Marilyn was also jumping and screaming like a wild woman.

I took all this in, as I lay there panting for breath. Donna was also sucking wind like a bellows. Little Anna, in much better shape; didn’t require anywhere near as long to recover, and was soon nestled between Donna’s and my laps. She alternated licking and sucking either of us, eating her own shit and slurping her mom’s pussy. The combination of all the sex, the alcohol, and the roofie was too much and I felt myself drift off into a hazy sense of dreamland, where reality and fantasy merged. Some point after that I lost consciousness.

If I dreamed, I can’t remember it. I awoke feeling a bit out of it, with what felt like a mild hangover. I recognized that what had woken me up was a broken spring protruding from the mattress. I looked about the bed and saw that it looked much as if a truck had run it over. The headboard was in three pieces, one of which was sticking in the wall. The frame, box springs and mattress were lying flat on the floor. The mattress on which I lie, was pointed up in several places and I could see spots where the springs were piercing the sheet.

Donna and I were alone in the bed, Anna having left at some point. I gently prodded Donna, with no affect. I tried again with more force, and with the same result. I could hear her snoring softly and after several more unsuccessful attempts, gave up. I slipped out from under the covers, and staggered into the bathroom for a piss, and shower. The hot water served to clear my head well and by the time I was done, felt as if I could begin to face the day. I put on a robe and my warmest slippers and after looking in on Donna moved down the hall.

I followed my nose downstairs to the kitchen and discovered that Anna had again cooked a great breakfast. She stood at the range naked except for an apron. As I entered she heard me, and turned to give me a quick kiss before pointing to the coffeepot. That was the best news I’d had all morning. I made my customary cup and sighed into a chair.

After a few moments Anna finished what she was doing and plating the meal up swished her way towards me.

"Not anymore now, please baby," I said groaning. "I think it’ll fall off if I do anything with it right now."

"Yeah, I know," she said. "I feeling a little whipped myself right now. How’d you sleep?"

"I slept fine," I replied. " I have a bit of a hangover though."

"Yeah some people react that way," she said. "It’s a chemistry thing. I’ve taken it before and do okay, and I hope that mom will be the same."

"She was still out of it, when I came down," I told her.

"She’ll probably sleep for a while longer," she said. "It’s a good thing though, the longer she sleeps the lower the chances of a hangover, and the less she’ll feel it."

"So after I passed out last night, what did you do?" I asked.

"Not much", she replied. "Mom was pretty much out of it, but she stayed awake. We just watched the movie some more, and I had her lick me for a while. About an hour after you passed out, she did too."

"So you’re going to have to watch how much roofie you give her tonight then," I said.

"Yeah, I’ll give her what I gave you, maybe a little less," she said. "I definitely will keep the alcohol away from you both tonight. I think that’s what did you both in. I think that if we do the same amount without the booze you should do fine. Do you want to do any tonight?"

"I don’t know, it seems ok," I said. "Let me think about it, and I’ll let you know."

"Fair enough," she answered. "So what’s your plan for today?"

"I think that I need to go bed shopping," I said. "Do you want to go with me?"

"I think that would be great, let me get cleaned up and check on mom," she said standing up. She turned and with a bit of a spin untied the apron and threw it at my head. She laughed and pinched her nipples, and ran from the room.

After my pulse slowed down I got a refill on the coffee and went back upstairs to dress. As I was pulling on my shoes, Anna entered the room, and bent over her mom to check her out. She was dressed in the tightest bell-bottom, hip hugging jeans I’d ever seen. She had topped this off with a mid-riff baring mini-shirt and a wide belt. The pants rode so low on her hips that if you looked closely enough you could see just the barest hint of muff hair at the top. She wore some flat sandals, and bright yellow sunglasses.

"Are you ready dad?" she asked.

I had to take a breath or two before I could answer. She was stunning. Her high, firm breasts were held up with a small lacy bra that was clearly visible through the scoop neck of the shirt. She stood with her legs ever so slightly spread in a very provocative yet natural pose. The effect took my breath away a moment.

"Yeah," was the only thing my punchy head could come up with in response.

We left her mom still sleeping on the ruined bed, and went downstairs and out to the garage. We piled into my large truck and pulled out onto the road. We discussed the merits of several bed designs as we drove downtown. I favored the normal and old fashioned style like the one I had. She reminded me that not only was it not the best bed for me, but that our combined energy had been sufficient to destroy the one we’d had.

We dickered like this back and forth through a couple of the chain stores before coming to a smaller and more expensive place in the center of town. I’d driven past a few times before and had heard the radio ads, but had never really thought much about it. We pulled up and still discussing the pros and cons, stepped into the place.

They had an impressive selection, of spring mattress types, water beds and the new foam types. We looked about for several moments before a salesman approached. He was a white guy in his early 20’s with a slight build, red hair, and his clothes while clean were, a bit ratty. He stopped a few paces away and I could see him drinking in Anna.

She had her back turned to him, and I was pretending to look at something else. He stared at her ass and moved up from there. His eyes lingered on the shapely swell of her ass cheeks and then moved up to the partially revealed turn of her right breast. I could see his face flush as he stood there, and felt on top of the world. I knew that she was mine. She finished her turn and caught the barest glimpse of him before he faked a cough and introduced himself.

She smiled her most beguiling smile and they began to discuss our mattress needs.

"I think we need a large bed," she said innocently. "Something with a lot of room to move around in. We also need something strong, able to really take a pounding."

Her words hit this guy like a club. He was trying to make a sale and she was both enchanting him with her eyes and figure and making him hard as rock with her words. It got to the point where after a few minutes I couldn’t take any more and left them to work it out. I went to the restroom for a piss and laugh.

I came back from the restroom and found them over at the foam bed mattresses. She was sitting on the very edge of the bed while he stood over and in front of her. With only a little more effort she could lean in and blow him right there. I looked around the showroom and as it was early Saturday morning saw no one else. He had evidently been picked to open for the day and there weren’t any more salesmen in the place.

I stopped where I was and watched the proceedings with some interest. She was speaking again and I could just make out what they were saying.

"I really like this kind of bed, but its just so expensive," she pleaded. "I’d really like to have one like it, but I’m sure that my daddy will say no, when he finds out how much it is. Is there any way you could take anything off the price for me?" She said this as she ever so lightly brushed the bulging front of his slacks with her fingernails.

"I uh, think that maybe we have a sale on them," he stammered. "I’d have to check," he said while I saw the wheels in his head turning. He was caught between the chances of nailing this incredibly hot girl, and the fear of being caught by a customer, or another employee.

"I think that I can make you think about it a bit better," she said as the shameless little bitch reached up and slowly pulled his zipper down.

His brain was locked, as I think anyone else’s would be in the same circumstances. He was paralyzed as her small deft hand reached into his pants and pulled his hardening cock out. He started to swivel his head left and right looking around to see if anyone was approaching.

"What if your dad, comes back?" he grunted.

"He’s taking a shit, he’ll be a while yet," she said looking up into his eyes. "I can make you feel great if you let me, but I do want a deal on this first."

"Sure, anything you want," he said thrusting his cock at her mouth.

"How about 30% off the sale price," she said right before slowly licking his glans.

"I don’t know if I can do that," he moaned.

"I’m sure you can figure something out," she whispered to him as she took the head into her mouth and sucked ever so lightly.

He started to shudder as she plied her trade on him. I watched, from the distance a bit envious, but knowing that I’d get more of her later. She worked him up with all the skill her mother and she both had. Having been there and gotten that, I could tell that he was going to have a rough time explaining this to his boss. She used her mouth, lips, tongue and hands to really work him over.

Every so often she’d stop and work the deal as well. By the time he was ready to shoot, she had him down to half off the sale price, with us taking one with us when we left. He’d given her an extended warranty, and offered free setup as well.

She took her mouth off him as he began to cum and the semen shot out and arced across the intervening space to land on her chest between her tits. He shuddered through the rest of his orgasm and watched with bulging eyes, as she reached into the scoop neck of the shirt and collected his sperm on her fingertips. She ever so slowly and seductively licked them clean, as she used her other hand to pull her breasts from her bra and smear them with some of the runoff.

I’d never seen anyone so young, look so much like he’d have a heart attack. He just stood there rooted to the spot, transfixed by the image. I think I was too, until I heard the front bell ring indicating someone’s entry. I looked back over my shoulder and saw two people obviously dressed as salesmen walking into the store, talking and drinking coffee.

I coughed loudly to draw their attention and signal to Anna. I moved over towards them and began to converse, after a minute or two Anna and the young man came out of the other showroom, and moved over to the sales counter. I saw this and making my excuses moved over to pay for the bed and get directions to where their loading dock was.

Anna stood there looking normal but a bit smug. The young fellow had recovered some from what he’d just experienced, but still looked a bit flushed and disarrayed. He quickly stammered through the finishing details, price and instructions to the dock. His fellow salesmen checked Anna out in passing and I saw the smirk on Anna’s face get bigger as she saw them as well.

As we finished I couldn’t resist what I said next. It was just so appropriate, and I thought that if I didn’t the day would be wasted.

"Anna honey," I said looking at her chest, "you missed a little."

She just laughed and reached up to her chest and brushed an imaginary speck of cum from it, before putting her finger back into her mouth and slowly licking it. This while the poor sales guy stood there about to pass out from shock and surprise.

Anna and I were still giggling like crazy as we left the store for my truck. She really cracked up and was rolling after she sat down in the passenger seat. I thought she’d piss herself the way she was carrying on. She didn’t calm down until I’d backed up to the loading dock and between the dock boy, and myself had half loaded the mattress and frame into my truck bed. After we strapped the whole thing down, we drove away, Anna still holding her sides.

When we got home we unloaded the bed and frame, and left it propped up against the front of the garage, and then went inside to pull down the remains of our old bed. I was pleased to see that Donna had gotten out and was finishing her breakfast as we entered. She was none the worse for wear and apologized for drinking so much the night before, that she couldn’t remember much of the night’s happenings. I made some excuse and with Anna following made short work of tossing the old bed out the second story window into the back yard.

Together we manhandled the other bed into the room and after about an hour had it up and ready for use. Donna had slipped new sheets onto it, and was fluffing the pillows when I stripped my clothes off and laid down in the middle.

"I think we need to christen this properly don’t you?" I asked. I didn’t have to ask twice as I was shortly wrapped around the two of them, hands and mouths searching out each other’s pleasure. I lay back and received a fantastic double barrel blowjob from the two of them.

Anna was concentrating on the shaft and my balls, while Donna worked the tip. They’d come to an unspoken agreement to make me last as long as they could. Which for the two of them, was quite a while. I was helpless to do anything but close my eyes and try to remember how to breathe. After a time I couldn’t begin to measure, I shot a load up and out, under strong pressure from Anna’s left hand. The two of them contentedly began to lap up my jism and tongue kiss to swirl it between them.

They followed this up by lying side to side and fondling each other’s tits and pussies. I just leaned back and enjoyed the show. After a few minutes of this they moved head to tail and began to lap each other’s pussies. Anna delicately and deliberately exploring her mom’s snatch, while Donna just dove in, licking, slurping and nibbling to beat the band.

I watched them cruise through two more orgasms each. They had their customary hard cums and while they thrashed as much as they always did the bed took it like a trooper. Except for the comfort of it, I might as well have been on the floor as much as it moved. I nodded off and caught a nap while they continued.

No matter what they look like, they all are fascinating! The way the veins run up and down a hard shaft delights me, the different shapes and colors of the yummy heads, the way some are straight and others are curved, and the different amount of pre-cum each one makes drives me wild with lust! I don't care much about the size, a big one feels wonderful in my pussy, but a smaller one is delightful in my ass.

Of course, there are pretty cocks and ugly cocks, just like faces, but I've found that they don't necessarily correspond. One of the ugliest men I have ever met had the one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen, and was one of the most considerate and giving lovers I have ever fucked.

The naughtiness of being a slut is also incredibly exciting. I find it supremely erotic to give myself completely to my lovers, so they can use me for their pleasure and satisfaction. It is such a turn on to be the erotic vehicle which causes a man such intense gratification, to be the object of such desire and passion. When I flirt with a man, my pussy tingles with the anticipation of feeling his hardness filling me up, knowing that just the possibility of fucking me is making his penis hard.

My husband, Will, was not the first man I fucked, of course. Before we were married, I fucked a lot of guys and sucked off many others. But, until recently, I thought that I wasn't supposed to fuck anyone outside my marriage.

I remember the first time I ever fucked a man – well, he was almost a man. It was in my parent’s restaurant where I worked in high school. We closed early on Sunday nights, so my Dad had given me the responsibility to close up. Everyone else had gone home for the night, but I had to wait for Richard, the bus boy, to finish before I could lock up and go home. Richard was 17, a senior on the football team and I thought he was so handsome.  

I had just turned fourteen years old, and maybe I was precocious, but I couldn't wait to find out if sex was as good as everyone said it was. All my older sisters had already started fucking, and they said they loved it. They had all told me about sex, what they did when they fucked their boyfriends, what guys liked, and how to do it to them. They also had given me some condoms. So, I was ready to be fucked the first time I had a chance.

My sisters all have nice big tits, and even at fourteen, mine had already blossomed into firm 36C’s that stuck out proudly from my chest. It was the bra-less 70's, and I loved the stares I would get at my perky nipples jutting out through the thin material of my tight tee-shirts. Whenever I went out with boys my age, they would make clumsy attempts to get under my top and feel my tits. I would let them until I got bored with their pawing, but they all seemed so stupid and silly to me. I wanted Richard to be the one to fuck me for the first time. That night, I decided this would be my chance.

I watched as Richard mopped up, his muscles rippling under his tee-shirt as he swung the mop back and forth, the sweat a sheen on his smooth skin. When he was finished, I just pulled off my own tee-shirt and proudly showed him my firm, bra-less tits. I stood there, naked to the waist, and asked him if he liked them. I asked him if they were as nice as some of older girl’s tits, and told him that if he liked them he could touch them. He just stood there with his mouth open, staring at my tits. But, I could see his cock standing up through his thin khakis, so I knew that he liked what he saw. I asked if he was just going to stand there, or if he knew what to do with them.

Of course, he immediately started feeling them and pinching my nipples. I had long enjoyed the joys of masturbation, and I knew from playing with myself that pinching my nipples makes me wild with lust. I just wasn’t expecting how much more wonderful it would feel when a man pinched and pulled my nipples. It drove me crazy! He bent down to suck on them, and I moaned in ecstasy as I pulled his head tightly into my breasts.

I told Richard that I was still a virgin, and asked him if he would be the first to fuck me, if he would put his hard cock in my virgin pussy and show me what everyone was talking about. How could he refuse! Richard lifted me up onto a freezer chest and lifted my mini-skirt up around my waist. I had already removed my panties, and he had the sense to lick my pussy a little. I was so excited, and his tongue felt so much better than my own fingers on my clit, that I came almost immediately. It was the first time someone else had ever given me an orgasm, and I nearly suffocated him as I came.

I wanted to make Richard feel as good as he had made feel, so tits bouncing, I hopped down off the freezer chest. I kneeled down to pull off his pants and underwear. I had seen a few of the nearly hairless cocks of some of the boys my own age when we fooled around while necking and petting. I even had sucked a few off, and I knew I liked the way they felt in my mouth and that I liked the taste of cum. But this was the first time I had seen a fully grown man’s cock. It almost looked menacing, jutting out at me aggressively, daring me to take it in my mouth. Its head glistened with precum, and my mouth salivated as I stuck out my tongue to lick it off. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could and sucked on his lovely prick.

Richard moaned and leaned back on the counter for support. I licked and sucked for awhile, taking as much of his cock down my inexperienced throat as I could without gagging. But I wanted this hard cock in my pussy. I wanted to fuck!

Richard was shocked when I pulled out a condom and asked if I could put it on him. None of his other girlfriends would ever have anything to do with the actual mechanics of a condom. I giggled as I rolled it over his beautiful hard-on. Then he slipped his erect penis into my tight wet pussy and fucked me on top of the freezer in the kitchen of my parent's restaurant.

It hurt just for a moment, just a brief stinging feeling which was quickly replaced by the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced. I wasn’t ready for how incredibly full his hard prick made me feel. I went crazy, wrapping my legs around Richard’s tight ass, gripping the edge of the freezer, and bucking my pussy into his driving cock. I was wailing with delirious ecstasy as orgasms washed over me again.

“Cum on my tits! I want see you cum! I want to watch your cock spurt cum on my tits!” At the last second, Richard pulled out, whipping off the condom and I jacked his cock off to unload spurt after spurt of hot cum. I rubbed into my big tits as I licked the last few spurts from his cock, getting my very first taste of his lovely semen.

Richard was never my boyfriend. Although he was the first to fuck me, we never dated, but were just fuck-buddies. It wasn’t at all cool for a Senior boy to be seen with a Freshman girl. I didn’t care, as long as he kept fucking me. I loved fucking him just for the sake of fucking.

Richard already had another girlfriend, an air-head cheerleader who was a real cock-tease. He was totally infatuated with her blond Barbie-doll looks, so he wouldn’t dump her. She gave him blow-jobs occasionally, but usually she only gave him hand-jobs and wouldn’t let his cum get on her hands.

I felt sorry for him, so I let him fuck me whenever he wanted, even after I started to date and fuck other guys. Besides, he was really a pretty good lay, especially after he got to know what got me off. When he went to college we continued to fuck whenever we were both home for vacation. I loved the naughtiness of it, the wantonness that made it such a turn on.

I soon developed quite a reputation as a slut who was an easy lay, fucking and sucking a lot of guys before I met and eventually married Will. Will and I have always had a terrific sex life, and he is still the best lover I have ever had, but that didn’t keep me from lusting after other men or wanting other cocks.

Will let me know from when we first started dating that he enjoys women who like to fuck a lot of men. He said he wanted to express his love for me by giving me the freedom to enjoy other lovers, either by myself or with him. Will had been in an open marriage before, and told me I could have other lovers, but I was afraid it would wreck our marriage. After we were married, I accepted the common wisdom that I had to be monogamous to keep my marriage intact, so I suppressed my desires to fuck other guys.

Will made me realize that sex with other men wouldn’t make me a bad person, and he gave me the courage to go ahead and fuck Tom. He knew, because I have always been extremely lusty and wanton and uninhibited with him, that I would love it, that there was an inner slut, a hidden whore within me. Little did I know just how much Will would actually cherish and prize me even more as his wife-whore!

Just like when I was fucking Richard, the idea of flouting society’s norms by being such a naughty slut drove me crazy with lust, so when Tom came into the bar that first night we fucked, I just threw everything to the winds and gave myself to him in the nastiest way I could. I had my first fuck-date with Tom a few days later, while my husband was working late. After I returned home, and Will so lovingly licked Tom’s cum from my pussy and fucked me, I thought that sex couldn't get any better.

Unbelievably, tonight it did get better. A lot better! Tonight, I just had my first threesome experience with my husband Will and my boyfriend Tom. I got to play with two beautiful cocks at once, and I was so wildly aroused that I would have done just about anything with anybody. Tonight I had the most fun I have ever had in my life! What on earth could I have been waiting for? It was unbelievably delicious!

Will was sweetly fucking me this morning, after my fuck-date with Tom last night. My pussy was still warm and wet, so when and told me that he wanted to fuck me with Tom, that he wanted to see his whore with two cocks fucking her, I exploded in orgasm.

Will kept fucking me as we excitedly talked about what we would do later. He told me to meet him at our favorite bar after work. He said that he would take care of everything else. He didn’t want me to have to think about anything but the fun I would have fucking two cocks. He wanted me to fantasize about it all day long, so I would be crazy-horny for our sexual adventure. My two beautiful cocks! I couldn’t wait!

When I came out of the shower, Will had laid out a new outfit for me that he had bought just for the occasion. Black leather miniskirt, an extremely low cut, very sheer white blouse, seamed black lace stockings, garter belt, see-through white push-up bra, finished off with a pair of four inch stilettos. He made me model them for him. I looked at myself in the mirror. “I can’t wear this to work!” I looked like a high-class Park Avenue call-girl. My 38DD tits were practically falling out of my blouse, I could clearly see my dark nipples through the nearly transparent fabric of the blouse and bra, and I could hardly move in the miniskirt without exposing several inches of bare white thigh.

Will let out a low whistle, and came up behind me to tease my nipples through the fabric. “You look like such a delicious slut!” I leaned back into him, and he smiled wickedly at my reflection. “No, I don’t expect you to wear this to work. I do expect you to change into it before you meet me and Tom at the bar. If my whore is going to fuck two men tonight, she should be dressed for the part.”

The day seemed to drag by interminably. Whenever I saw Tom in the hallways at work, I took every opportunity I could to tease him and flirt outrageously with him, but Will had told me not to say anything about what we had planned. We laughed and talked about how much we had enjoyed fucking the night before. “You fucked me so good! I loved the way your hard cock felt in my pussy and ass! I can’t wait to fuck you again! Meet me after work at the bar.” I could see that he was in a state of extreme arousal, so I knew he would show up.

It was Friday, so the office closed early again. Everyone had left by four o’clock , and the office was empty. I stayed behind to take my time changing into my new outfit and prepare for the evening’s sexual adventure. I began my transformation into a tart. I touched up my makeup to give it a more dramatic slutty look. In a moment of inspiration, I rubbed a little blush into my already dark nipples to make them even more visible through my sheer blouse. I rolled my stockings up my legs, carefully making sure that the seams were straight, and attached them to my garter belt. I looked terrific! My pussy was already dripping with anticipation, and I couldn’t resist masturbating to a quick orgasm.

I walked into the bar shortly after five, enjoying the open admiration of every man there. I let them take in the full effect of my sexy outfit, as I slowly walked through the crowd. My nipples swelled, as I felt eyes staring at my tits, and I smiled back at several men who hopefully invited me to join them for a drink. I knew most of them, and I greeted them by name as I suggested that maybe they’d get lucky next time.

Swinging my hips, I brazenly sauntered over to Tom. I walked right up to Tom, put my arms around his neck, and gave him a great big sloppy, slutty kiss.

When Will to showed up a few minutes later, I turned to give him an equally sloppy, slutty kiss. It was the first time Tom had actually seen Will face to face since we fucked, so he tried to act cool and bought Will a drink.

"Thanks, Tom. So, how do you like fucking my wife? She’s a really hot piece of ass, isn’t she? I love her sloppy wet cunt and the way she loves to suck cock. Look at her. Don’t her tits look great? Look at her nipples in that shirt. Doesn’t she look like a slut, tonight? I don't blame you for fucking my wife. Actually, I’ve got to thank you for fucking her. She’s been so happy and horny, she’s fucked my brains out all week long. I think you should fuck her more often."

Before Tom could choke out a reply, Will started talking about how beautiful and sexy he thinks I am, telling Tom how much he loves my tits and how pretty he thinks my pussy is, what a good fuck I am and how well I suck cock. It made my knees weak and my pussy throb to stand there between two handsome men and hear my husband talk that way about me.  

I just pulled both of my men close to me, saying how good Tom had fucked me and how much I loved having two men to fuck. I just kept kissing them both while they laughed and talked about what a slut I was and how much I love to fuck. Of course, by that time pussy juices were practically running down my leg.

In a voice just loud enough to turn a few heads, my husband asked Tom if he would like to help him fuck me, saying that any woman who was dressed the way I was, ought to be fucked right away. All that sexy talk had made me totally brazen. I slid my hands down so that I could give their sexy asses a squeeze. "Oh, yes! I'd love that! I want you both! I want to be your whore! Let’s go. I want both of your hard cocks! I want you both to fuck me, now!"

Luckily, there is a nice hotel just a couple of blocks from the bar, and Will had already reserved a room. Followed by several shocked and many envious stares, we hurried over to the hotel. As we walked down the street arm in arm, my head was in such a whirl that I could hardly think. We seemed to be floating down the street. I was so nervous I wasn't able to say a word, but I must have been laughing and grinning like an idiot, because everyone we passed smiled and grinned back. My pulse was racing, my heart pounding with wild, raw emotion and the lust for the two hard cocks I knew I was about to enjoy. I had never, ever, been so turned on or excited in my life!

For someone who has consistently avoided any kind of non-monogamous sex, I'm sure there has never been a quicker and more thorough convert to slut-hood! As soon as we got to the room, I unbuttoned my blouse and   dropped my skirt on the floor. Putting my hands on my hips, jutting out my tits, I looked them both in the eye. "What does a naughty slut have to do to get fucked around here?"

My two men laughed as Tom quickly pushed me back on the bed and started licking my sopping pussy, while Will removed my bra to kiss and suck and pinch my nipples. That did it. I was already so turned on that I screamed in an immediate orgasm.

“Give me a cock! I need a big hard cock!! If someone doesn't fuck me immediately and fill my pussy with hard cock, I’m going out in the hall and jump the first person I meet. Somebody fuck me now!!” I tore at Will’s pants, and he started pounding his wonderful sweet cock into me, fucking me while Tom crawled up by my head, so I could suck his cock and lick his balls. I was in complete, utter, total bliss. I just let myself get carried away in a hazy blur of fucking and sucking and cumming and cumming and cumming.

Having two cocks fuck me was indescribable, but I’ll try to give you an idea of what it was like. Every where I reached I touched some part of a hard, manly body - taught legs, rounded muscles, flat belly, firm ass. My senses were filled with the caress of strong hands, brush of rough beard on soft skin, earthy smell of manly musk.

As I sucked Tom's cock, Will fucked me and kept talking to me softly. “I love you so much, Amy. You look so beautiful with a hard cock in your mouth. Suck his cock! What a lovely, sweet whore you are! I’m so proud that my wife is a cock-sucking slut. I’m so excited and happy that my woman loves cock so much! I love that you suck cock so joyfully. Make Tom cum! Suck his cock, and make him fill your mouth with cum! Suck him, slut!”

With his fingertips, he lightly and lovingly caressed my lips and mouth where they enveloped Tom's throbbing cock, feeling my greedy sucking. He kissed my face and eyes. When he kissed and licked my lips where they surrounded Tom’s cock, I exploded in a blinding orgasm!

I have never felt so incredibly alive and desirable! It was overwhelming that I could arouse such an erotic response from two men at once! Tom fucked my face, as I greedily sucked and swallowed. "I still can't believe what a fucking whore your wife is. Look at the slut. She's stuffed full of cock and she's sucking on me like she needs more! I fucking love it! Come on, suck it, slut! Take it! Suck my fat cock down your slut's throat, you cock-sucking whore!"

I loved all the dirty talk, and I seethed in another shaking in orgasm as he shot his cum in my mouth. I desperately tried to swallow as much as I could, to show Will what a slut I was, and he showered me with praise. “Take it, Amy! Yes! Good girl! Drink his cum, slut! Show us how you love it! Show me what a whore my wife is!” Tom's penis fell from my mouth, and I opened it so my lovers could see it filled with cum. Will leaned in to kiss me, licking away the last few drops from my lips. As he tasted Tom's cum, he exploded in violent orgasm, filling my pussy with his own warmth.

My two beautiful lovers collapsed on either side of me, caressing me, touching me, kissing and licking and nibbling, keeping me riding my sexual high. "Fuck Tom now. Put his hard cock in your wet cunt and fuck him. I want to watch my slut-wife fucking another man."

My husband turned me so that Tom could fuck me from behind. In that position, Will's lovely cock was just inches from my mouth. My husband gently slapped my face several times with his hard cock and I moaned in ecstasy, begging him to let me suck him. “Oh, please let me suck your cock. I want him in my mouth while Tom is fucking me. Oh, God! Tom is fucking me so good! I love it! I love his cock in me! His big hard cock feels so good in my cunt! Please give me your cock! Please let me suck it! Please fuck my face! Come on, fuck me!”

He smeared his pre-cum around my face, my mouth gaping open trying to capture his lovely penis. My husband slapped me a few more times with his cock, and shoved it into eager mouth. "I love you, my wife, my whore. I love you because you are not afraid to let yourself follow your instincts and find the pleasure you need and deserve. Look how beautiful she is, Tom. Look how she loves to be fucked. Listen to her beg for cock. She's begging to suck my cock like a starving slut. Come on, fuck her! Fuck the slut! Fuck her!!”

Tom slammed his fat cock over and over deep into my burning pussy. “Feel how wet and slippery your fucking cock makes her pussy. Pinch her nipples while you fuck her. She loves that. Pinch them hard. Feel how it makes her pussy jump and tighten and squeeze around your cock. Pack her cunt full with your slut-fucking cock. Take her, you fucker. Fuck her. Use her like a whore!" I moaned in ecstasy. Tom’s thrusting was driving Will’s cock deep down my throat, and I screamed my orgasm around the sweet cock filling my mouth.

I can only remember all this now as though through a dense fog. It’s like I was stoned the whole time. While it was happening I lost all conscious thought, overcome and drifting in an ecstasy born of the sensory overload of two men, two cocks, two tongues, four hands, caressing, sucking, fucking, cumming and cumming and cumming. I have no idea how many times I came, or how many times they filled me with their sweet cum. I simply surrendered to their use. I just opened my mouth and cunt and became a vehicle for their pleasure, and in doing so experienced more pleasure than I ever imagined was humanly possible. I was laughing, crying, moaning and screaming in ecstasy, shouting obscenities, begging to be used, filled, pounded with cock.

At one point I vaguely remember exploding in yet another mind blowing orgasm when, as I was riding Tom’s cock, Will started licking my ass. I groaned as his tongue drew circles around my puckered little hole. He gradually inserted more and more of his tongue, licking my asshole deeper and deeper. He slowly shoved his cock up my eager ass. In the intensity, I surged back and forth between blackness and bursting fireworks, screaming filthy gibberish at the top of my lungs, and yet, not being able to make a sound, shaking and shivering, whipping my head back and forth, cumming continuously, bucking and thrusting against the two cocks filling me, stuffing me with their hardness.

For that brief, endless moment, the whole universe was nothing but the whirling orgasm centered on the two beautiful hard cocks filling my cunt and ass. “Oh, God! It feels so fucking good! You’re splitting me apart with your fucking cocks! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme, you fuckers! Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!! Give it to me hard, you fuckers! FUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!!!”

I was riding a giant wave of orgasm upon orgasm. As they reached their climaxes, Will and Tom rolled me over, so they could jerk their cocks above me. My fingers flew over my clit as gobs of cum from two cocks splattered on my face, in my hair and on my tits. We finally collapsed together in a cum covered tangle of sweaty arms and legs. Will and Tom gently massaged their cum into my skin, then brought a couple of warm, wet towels from the bathroom and lovingly wiped off all the sweat that covered me from our fucking.

Before I drifted off to sleep with a sweet cock in each hand, I was thrilled to hear Will telling Tom that he had his permission to fuck me whenever he's busy or out of town, and together the two of them would fuck me silly whenever I liked. To put it simply, I learned to glow last night and I'm still glowing! I have never before felt so wonderfully, so totally and completely, satisfied and happy! It has made me so happy and relieved to be able to fuck anyone I like. I feel so much more focused and calm. I finally feel that my life is complete.

I am so lucky to be a slut!

"That was her intention," Angie said. "She meant for you to come into the group when she thought you could handle the truth."

"When was that going to be?" I asked quickly.

"I’m not sure, you’d have to ask her directly," she replied. "I’d wait though if I were you, as she’s going to be pretty busy tonight."

"Busy my ass," I yelled. "Why is she going to be so busy that she can’t talk to me about this?"

"Tonight is a special theme night," she replied. "We’ve gone to a lot of effort and expense to make this evening happen. Not only that, but I think that the discussion you’ll want to have with her, will want a more private venue, don’t you?"

I had to really think about that for a minute. If I spoke to her now, feeling the way I did, she’d become defensive, and pissed. Not that I was worried about her mood that much. It also occurred to me that if we did have a fight here, she’d probably never come back.

I was hurt and confused, but I was and had been hugely aroused by what I’d seen and done since arriving. I’d had great sex with two beautiful women and if I played my cards right could probably do so again, and have some others as well. These thoughts played across the shreds of my emotions and also that serpent part of my brain weighed in, by giving me another set of twinges to my crank.

"I see your point," I finally said. "I really like what I’ve seen and done here so far, and I know that Donna has too. If she didn’t she wouldn’t have come back after the first session. I also have to admit that sex between her and me has been great since she started coming here. If I have one compliant it’s that I wasn’t invited before now. Does she know I’m here now?"

"No," Marilyn said. "That’s one of our little surprises. We’re going to spring you on her a little later."

"There’s more of the tape you haven’ seen yet," Angie said.

"I think that I’d better see at least a little more before I see her again," I said with my voice shaking.

At this point Marilyn started the tape again. I saw that as before the tape was being shot from multiple angles and the rest of the crew must have arrived. I also noticed that the time stamp on the tape showed that more than 2 hours had elapsed since the time of the first action.

"We took a little nap," Marilyn offered. "She was tired, and I wanted her to keep up her strength."

The action picked back up with a shot of Marilyn and Donna lying in each other’s arms asleep on the altar. They looked so perfect lying there. Donna on her side, while Marilyn was lying above and to her right, pillowing Donna head on her tits.

A cut away came up showing the doors on both sides opening quietly. From both of them issued a line of men and women. They all wore their robes and what looked like carnival masks on their faces. The masks covered the eyes and top of their faces, while leaving the mouths accessible. It was difficult to tell at this point if any of those present had been in the first tape or not.

They all walked silently without a word across the carpet to take up position around the altar. They ringed in the two sleeping women. I took a quick count and saw that there were about 30 people in the room. The men outnumbered the women but only slightly. Looking again I saw that there were 20 men and 15 women. As they finished taking up their places, one of the women reached forward and gently shook Marilyn’s foot. She awakened and smiled at the sight that greeted her.

She quietly moved out from under Donna. Donna is a very sound sleeper, and usually has a problem getting out of bed in the morning. She stirred slightly and rolled over onto her back. A full on nude shot of her gifted the people present as she lay there, on the altar.

The woman, who’d awoken Marilyn, moved up until she was near Donna’s feet. She reached up and secured her feet to the altar with a set of restraints I hadn’t noticed on the floor earlier. These were spaced in such a way as to allow Donna to move a bit, but not to bring her legs together too far. The cuffs were lined with what looked like chamois or very soft leather. One of the others moved up and gently taking her wrists repeated the procedure on them. At this point she was still asleep.

I watched as the woman who’d awakened Marilyn stood and shucked off her robe in one fluid gesture. I stared at her for a moment and then shifted my view to Angie as she lay on the floor watching my reactions as I watched the tape. I quickly compared the two images and guessed who the first mystery guest was.

"Guess who," Angie said giving me a coy little wave from her place on the carpet.

I watched the tape again as I saw Angie move up until she was between Donna’s shapely thighs. Donna loves to be awakened by getting oral. I often do this on weekend mornings when neither of us has much planned for the day. It really gets her motor running and always leads to wild sex.

Angie began by slowly licking the inside of Donna’s ankles. She moved up tortuously slow until she was flicking her tongue over the back of her knees. This is part of Donna that’s really sensitive. Not as much as her tits, but almost. Donna began to stir in her sleep, and smile. I think she thought that it was Marilyn who was servicing her. I began to look forward to the time when her eyes opened on the sight.

Angie, was good at what she did, and made no clumsy or overt gestures or pressed too hard. This went on for almost five minutes with Angie, alternating between legs, or portions of them. She also moved steadily upwards, towards Donna’s pussy. Donna was beginning the slow progression from sleep to awakened arousal. This was something I’d seen many times, and I knew that it took her awhile before it would happen.

Angie continued on until she had her face pressed up against Donna’s twat. She flicked her tongue softly on her labia, and began to softly stroke her clitoris with the very tip of her tongue. Donna began to stir more until I saw the usual shit-eating grin on her face. I knew that she was awake at this point but was keeping her eyes shut. She told me once she does this as it intensifies the sensations for her. I could tell she was getting into it, as Angie began to munch pretty seriously on the clam before her. It’s always nice to watch someone who enjoys his or her work, as she obviously did.

Donna, eyes still shut, reached down and began to caress Angie’s hair and pull her closer to her snatch. Donna butters up a lot when she gets head, and this time was no exception. When I eat her, I like to smear her juices around on my face, and lips. Donna though, has remarkably sensitive fingers. As she stroked and pawed Angie’s hair, I saw her stop moving and take a deep breath.

"Marilyn?" she mumbled.

"Yes dear," Marilyn replied, but she was standing near Donna’s head.

"Is that you?" Donna asked.

"No dear its not," She replied softly.

At this, Donna’s eyes shot open and looked down to see who was between her legs. It was also at this point that the assembled people all dropped their robes to the floor in unison. That movement drew Donna’s head up and around until she could see what was going on. As she began to take it all in, Marilyn leaned over and bit her right nipple. Between the pussy munching she’d received and the sharp pain of the bite, Donna orgasmed again.

This was one of her harder ones, and she let fly with all she had. When Donna really cums hard, she squirts juices from her pussy. As I watched, one of the cameramen caught it, and it had been edited into the finished movie. She squirted about 3 feet and her juices splattered all over Angie’s face as she was looking up, Donna’s thighs and some landed on Angie’s back and ass.

The crowd surrounding the altar, watched this and as one began to applaud loudly. Some of the men hooted and howled as the women clapped and cheered. One guy was whistling to beat the band. Donna lay there in the throes of her orgasm, and blushed even more than before.

Donna’s aerial orgasm seemed to be like a starting pistol. The assembled people all fell to around the altar and began to engage in the hottest orgy scene I’d ever watched or imagined.

One of the men had crawled up and begun to lick Donna’s cum off Angie’s ass and moved his way up her back. His erection sliding out from side to side as he slid his way up. When he got to the proper position he thrust his cock into her pussy from behind, and began riding her. She responded by leaning back into him and fucking him hard.

A man with a stag’s head mask had taken up his stance over Donna’s head and lowered his cock to her gasping mouth. Without thinking she took it in her mouth and began to suck him off. Two women, one on either side had taken up places on Donna’s sides and were gently licking her tits. Her recent orgasm, returned like an aftershock and she began to moan around the dick in her throat.

Two other men, seeing open opportunities before them sidled up behind the women munching Donna’s tits and rear-ended them. One fucking the woman in her pussy, the other smearing lube on his cock and taking the other in her ass. As she began to moan, she passed the sensation to Donna who continued to cum.

As I watched I saw all of them begin to engage each other in a slowly frenetic fuckfest. There were cocks titties and pussies everywhere. These people were really familiar with each other and while there was some speaking or asking what someone wanted, most of the dialogue was in the form of moans and sighs occasionally punctuated by a shrill scream or loud grunt from the men.

Donna finished off the guy in her mouth as the fellow fucking Angie on top of them finished and they fell away to the side. As the one in her mouth finished his place was taken by one of the two black men present. He placed his cock at Donna’s mouth as she began to reach forward for it with her tongue. As she did this, another man took his place between her legs and pushed his average sized cock into her juicy cunt. It slipped in and he bottomed out with no apparent effort. He began a steady rocking pace, and every once in a while would pull out entirely before sliding ever so slowly back in.

Donna wasn’t the only one busy at the moment though. Marilyn had three guys doing her in a complicated sandwich. Each hole was filled with a dick, and she rode them all equally well. How she managed it, with a spine, I couldn’t figure out. She slurped away with a huge cock in her mouth while the two guys in her lower extremities had worked out a complex rhythm, between them. The guy in her ass either was too excited or something because her didn’t last long, and as he pulled out a plug of his semen leaked out her ass and began to work its way down her cheek.

It wasn’t too long until Donna had again worked her oral magic, and the guy in her mouth roared out as he shot his load. Donna being the cum hungry bitch she is, slurped and sucked him until the last drop. She had again only begun to take a deep breath when her mouth was presented with yet another cock. This one I thought I knew the owner of, as I’d seen her suck him off in the first movie. I saw that she too figured this out as she mumbled out a quick, "hello Tommy"; around the head of his cock.

The guy in Donna’s pussy looked like he was making a career out of fucking her. He altered his thrusts, speed and depth, and the whole while just kept on fucking her. After watching this and the others in the shot, I turned to Marilyn as she reclined beside me.

"Did that guy in her pussy ever cum?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she replied. "That’s Fred, he’s our ever-ready bunny. He’s always up for a good fuck, and has amazing endurance. He can literally go for hours, as he can only cum in a girls mouth. He had me down for about 45 minutes once, until I begged him to let me finish him off. Once he’s in place it usually takes a lot to get him out. On this occasion he fucked Donna for about 30 minutes until Angie snuck up on him and blew his bag from behind."

The rest of the action continued on. The cameramen shot a lot of film and there were a lot of cut-aways. This was due to the amount of action that 35 people intent on fucking each other silly can produce. As I watched though, I saw that no matter what else was going on, they continued to show Donna as the center of attention. Each time some guy finished in her mouth or sprayed his load across her face, they caught it on film.

"So is Donna the new star of the show or what?" I asked.

"No, not really," Marilyn said. "We just focus more on someone’s first time, and if they take a post at the altar. Most of the rest of the time she’s an extra or background player like the rest of us. There’s no real star of the show, although my camera operators tend to show their favoritism by giving some of them more film time than others."

I looked back at the screen in time to see Donna’s lips again coated with a thick coating of sperm, as Tommy pulled his tool out of her mouth. As yet another guy was set to take his place, Angie stepped in and told him to wait, as Donna needed a drink and a chance to rest her mouth. As she said this she placed the straw of a sports bottle to Donna’s mouth and let her suck out a bunch of liquid from the container. Donna, gratefully sucked out about half the contents as she worked her jaws back and forth. Angie didn’t leave the guy to his own devices as she took up position on the floor in front of him and Donna and began to slurp at his meat.

Donna watched this from an upside down angle. As she was being drilled by Fred and his never ending fuck, she also breathlessly began to provide advice to Angie as she sucked the guy off. Whenever there was a complicated move or technique, Donna would take over for a minute to lead by example. I saw Angie nod occasionally and take mental notes. Between them both they finished the guy off, as he sprayed his cum on their two faces. The two women shared it between them in a deep tongue kiss.

The action continued on as the two men servicing Donna’s tit lickers, finished off and went to get a drink at the bar. The two women fell together into a steamy 69 and cleaned each other very effectively. Marilyn finished off the guy in her mouth and the one in her snatch, just as another guy moved up to position his cock at her asshole. She leaned back and impaled herself on his cock.

This was just the tip of the iceberg though as looking around all you could see was more and more oral, anal and vaginal action going on. It was hard to focus on any one aspect of it as there was so much going on. The soundtrack was littered with moans screams and sighs and almost everywhere you looked was a wet pussy or pool of jizz.

At this point the guy fucking Donna was still at it. He never once fell into a rut and was providing enough variation to keep Donna’s attention pretty well. It was amazing though that he just kept on going. He’d really hammer her for a bit, and then slow down. He didn’t have the biggest club in the house but he really knew how to use it. I saw Angie, watching them and decide.

She crawled around the edge of the altar from the front and as the guy continued slamming Donna, she climbed up and gently began to nip suck and lick at his balls. Having experienced this myself only an hour ago or so, I knew he couldn’t last long. Nor did he as he arched his back and came with a short and abrupt grunt. He turned to glare at her a moment and she said, "Don’t hog all the action Fred."

He got up and moved over to where he could continue to watch the altar and the action on it. Donna was without a cock in her mouth for the longest I’d seen since starting this show. She was liberally covered in her own and many others cum, and a fine sheen of sweat. She glowed like a fallen star, as Marilyn now finished with her anal friend, and Angie began to work her over between the two of them.

Marilyn dived down to her pussy and began to lap up her cum and that of Fred, the guy who’s just shot off. As she did this Angie lowered her pussy to Donna’s face and she began to service her. The action between the three of them was so hot that it caused several of the people not actively fucking or sucking to pause and watch. They were the focus of at least two of the cameras now, and there were far fewer cut-aways, as the action progressed.

I’d been watching this unbelievable orgy for about 45 minutes now. Every time I thought the action would slow down or drop off, it found a way to pick up again. The threesome on the altar began to take over the action, however. Very soon that was the only action going on. The cameras showed the rest of the participants lying back against the couches or beds and just watching these three gorgeous women pleasure each other.

As I watched I felt that old familiar feeling again, but I also felt my balls ache. They’d been hard used for three hours and while my brain wanted action, they weren’t completely convinced yet. I thought that maybe a break was in order and told Marilyn and Angie that I had to take a piss and would return shortly.

Having been in the house many times previously, I knew where the toilets were and moved down the hall to the closest one. I did this naked as I hadn’t wanted to take the time to get dressed before moving on. I also figured as how they’d both seen me that way for some time now, I really couldn’t shock them much. I knew there were other people in the house but assumed they were all in the basement play room.

As I swung open the door to the bathroom, I started when I saw who was leaning back slightly applying rouge to her nipples. It was my daughter Anna. Sitting on the sink in front of her was a Mardi Gras mask, shaped like a bird.

She turned to look full on at me, just as we both asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

He was slamming her silly as an older man was pulling his limp but long, cum covered cock out of Donna’s mouth. Looking at her face and mouth I could see the remains of those men she’d pleasured earlier. I couldn’t begin to guess how many men she’d sucked off, put it must have been a lot. Her face, chin and lips were soaked in partially dried semen. I knew she’d eaten more than she wore, but it was still a lot. The man withdrawing from her mouth leaned over and whispered something in her ear as he stepped back, which gave her the giggles.

Anna walked directly to the altar where her mother lay. The altar was a low slung bed-like affair, about half the width of a queen sized bed. It could and had been lowered or raised at either end, and there were restraints built in to secure those persons of that persuasion. Donna hadn’t required them this, as I’d learned earlier, fourth time. The mistress of this little show usually had about 35 people in her group, but knowing of my daughter’s involvement and presence had brought in some extra hands.

I saw the room take a collective breath as Anna approached the altar, and without missing a beat lowered her pussy to her mother’s lips. She then reached down and began to massage Donna’s tits, with both hands. Donna’s love of pussy had originally confused me, as several times over the years when I’d suggested threesomes, or group sex, she’d vehemently said no. As it was, she began to munch on her daughter’s pussy like it was the last one on earth. This while Fred, slid back to watch the show and stroke his cock.

The hostess, Marilyn then suggested the two ladies do a 69, while Fred continued, in Donna doggie style. Fred and Anna shifted positions, while Donna pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Fred, entered from behind without missing a stroke, and bottomed out in Donna’s cunt. Anna was busy as she started to slowly lick and slurp on Donna’s labia. Donna, wasn’t into subtlety at the moment, however as she began to heartily slurp out the contents on Anna’s pussy, some of which I’d dumped in a few minutes before.

The sight of this was incredible. The two women I loved more than any others in the world were busily and happily munching each other’s snatches. I saw that Donna had on a blindfold that would make discovery of her partners difficult. I took this as standard practice having seen it in several scenes of other in-house videos I’d seen here.

The two ladies were so hot I wondered how the cameras were filming this without melting down. As she munched her mom’s pussy, I saw that Anna would occasionally lick and suck on Fred’s balls, and root. He began to struggle to maintain his erection. According to what I’d heard, he’d cum swiftly in someone’s mouth. I watched amused as he fought his losing battle against my daughter’s talented tongue and mouth. Like her mother, she had a gift for this and shared it.

He was goner, without even knowing it. Having sampled both the ladies in question’s oral talents, I knew that even with the hidden drug, trick or mental discipline he would blow soon. I’d no sooner thought this when I saw him start to heave and thrash as he shot his load into Donna’s, now well fucked pussy. This didn’t deter Anna at all as she pulled his cock out to finish him with her mouth and slurp down the last of his load.

This was like ringing the bell, at the ranch. I saw 10 men start to line up and form up behind each of them. They were very polite, and it seemed to me as if this particular maneuver had been rehearsed. As they took their places the two hotties on the altar, continued their oral ministrations on each other.

The first man up on my daughter’s sweet little ass, was the hugely endowed black man from the earlier video. He stood on the floor and then pressing and rubbing the end of his cock in her slit, lubed himself enough to begin fucking her. I saw and heard her take her mouth away from her mom’s boiling snatch to moan out as he pressed it deep within her. He started slowly, but didn’t seem to have much control, as he quickly sped up. He was liberally covered in sweat after a few moments and was dripping by the time he shot his load deep within her.

Not to be undone however, I saw that the line had also formed up behind my lovely wife. Her first lover was a hispanic fellow, with a cock that while not huge, was quite wide. I looked on as he began to try and squeeze it into her. If the scale of the camera was correct, the head of his cock alone must have been almost 5 inches. If it had been a little shorter it would have been like getting fucked by a square cock. He had a good technique, but must have been really turned on, because he didn’t last very long. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and shot his load down towards Anna’s busy mouth. She somehow managed to keep her mother going while catching quite a bit in her mouth.

This was just a representation of what they went through for the next 20 minutes. All the while they were busily munching each other, they were getting nailed by man after man from behind. One amorous fellow tried to start anal on Donna, but she yelled at him until he stopped and took her pussy instead. Anna had no such qualms and took it in either hole, like the slut she was. Soon her ass looked like it had been painted white.

Donna and Anna came at almost the same time. I think that Anna was slightly ahead and wanted to simultaneously cum, looked to Donna’s asshole and fingered it just as she began to lose it. This was the catalyst that Donna needed and as they both came the men in their rears did so as well. This was a good thing as they both began to thrash and buck, as I’d never seen before. As I watched I became concerned, as it seemed that they came forever, and in an extremely violent fashion.

Having been on the receiving end of Donna’s orgasms for years, and recently having experienced one of Anna’s as well, I could tell that this was a big one. They moved and screamed out with their pleasure. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. They were both covered in cum, their own and the men’s who’d been taking care of them. They were both the type of woman who squirt a bit when they orgasm. I’d seen Donna cum quite a bit before, but never this much. Anna had kept up with her squirt for squirt and they were both shagged and soaked from the force of their orgasms.

At this point I realized that I was exhausted. I reached over for a drink from my now empty glass and noticed a definite shake in my hand. This wasn’t too surprising given all that I’d seen this evening. It did make me think about making good on what I’d told Anna earlier and I shakily rose and walked to the bathroom after retrieving my clothes from the pile on the floor.

I entered the bathroom and started the shower to let it run while I pissed a good portion of the whiskey that I’d drank all night out. Following about 20 minutes in the shower and I felt almost human again. I was way too drunk, even then to drive home, so after dressing I used the phone to call a cab and gave an address down the street from Marilyns’ home.

I walked out of the house through the main living room, and as I did so paused to look at the show continuing on the large screen television. It revealed that Anna and Donna were side by side on the altar, still taking all comers. Donna was still wearing her blindfold and as I watched the two of them were deep tongue kissing as they were alternatively being fucked or eaten by some of the women who’d decided to join in the fray. I simply shook my head as I quickly scribbled a note to Anna to bring home my car, and left the keys behind.

I staggered out into the warm summer night and walking out to the gate exited and continued down to the address I’d given the cab company, just as he drove up. I sat down in the back seat and after telling him my address immediately fell asleep until we arrived. The driver finally got me awake and after paying him, along with a large tip, went inside to stagger upstairs. I had just enough energy left to kick my shoes off and loosen my belt before collapsing on my king-sized bed.

My dreams were nothing compared to the reality I’d witnessed before bed. As much as I can remember of them, they were like re-runs of home movies when my kids were still small and we did the family things together that normal people did. This was interspersed with erotic scenes of both my wife and my daughter servicing me, their brother and son, or each other.

I awoke much after the sun had risen to the unmistakable feeling of a mouth on my cock. Most mornings I, like a majority of men, woke up with a piss hard-on. This morning it was getting some not altogether unwanted attention.

I lay there just enjoying the sensations, not too eager to open my eyes and see who was doing this to me. I imagined it was Donna, getting in a little early morning snack. I finally opened my eyes right before shooting my load, to see my daughter’s gorgeous blue eyes gazing adoringly up at me as she pulled her mouth off the end to watch my cock spurt up her nose and across her lips.

This startled me and I jerked back. Anna just smiled as she licked her lips clean and wiped the rest of my goo off her face with her fingertips. She then took the cum she’d gathered and slowly licked it off her fingers. All the while her eyes never left my own.

"I’d have thought you’d have had enough for one day," I stammered.

"I can never have enough of your cum, daddy," she replied smiling mischievously.

"When did you wrap it up?" I asked.

"I left at about 4 a.m." she said. "When I left mom was still at it. She’d just finished a train of about 15 people and that was when Fred got his second wind, and jumped up on her. She said she was going to fuck him, with just her pussy until he came. She still isn’t home, so for all I know they’re still at it."

"Did your mom ever find out who you were?’ I asked quietly.

"She found out after our second chain, of guys," she replied. "We all took a break and I went to soak in the hot tub. As I was relaxing in there I heard someone enter the room, and heard her gasp as she recognized me. It really surprised her."

"I’ll bet." I said. "Then what happened?"

"We had a soak and a long talk," Anna responded. "We talked for quite a while, and I told her what I’d told you. She took it really well. Of course she’s a total slut anyway."

"Don’t talk about your mom that way," I said instinctively.

"Well she is you know," she said. "She’s just fucked, sucked or eaten the pussies of about 100 people last night, if that’s not a slut, I don’t know what is."

"I see your point," I said, after thinking a moment. "Then what happened?"

"We walked hand in hand back into the party and joined forces to suck and fuck as many of the people there as we could," she answered. "It was really hot going back in there, with her knowing who I was and all. We even got back together again briefly about 2 a.m. We got some toys and put on a quick show for the room, right before about eight guys finally lost all control and ran in and grabbed me. They took me off to the side of the room and just had their way with me. I had cocks in me, and on me, and rubbing everywhere else. It was great."

She continued the story for about another half-hour telling me of the erotic goings on at the party. She told me of many of the people that had attended and some of the more bizarre and sweaty occurrences she’d witnessed or participated in.

Hearing this blow by blow, so to speak; was having a terrible effect on me. I felt my recently spent cock begin to twitch again, and as she’d not left her position between my legs Anna saw it as well. She just reached up and began to slowly stroke my cock as she continued with her tale.

"Mom, had started up with a couple of the girls and was surrounded by naked women, with their hands or mouths all over her," she said. "She was stroked, petted, eaten, or licked by almost every woman there. There are a couple of very strictly straight gals in the group and even they got into it, by squeezing her tits while they were fucked from behind. She and Marilyn got into the hottest 69 I think I’ve ever seen at about 330."

"So you left shortly after that?" I asked, to try and distract both her and myself.

"Yeah, not long after that," Anna said. "I took a shower, got dressed and found your note and came on home."

"Did you tell your mom about me being there, or what we did?" I asked.

"No, you asked me not to," she replied. "She did ask me what I thought about you joining up though. I told her that I thought you could handle it. It was all I could do not to laugh and tell her though."

When she finished saying this she began to slowly lick my cock from base to tip. I felt myself again going as hard as a rock. I shook her off long enough to completely undress as she fingered her red and raw looking pussy.

"Doesn’t that hurt," I asked.

"Yes, a bit," she said. "But it feels so much better with a cock in it. Can you help a girl out?" She said as she shook her shoulders and gave an obscene little shimmy. "Please put that hard thing in me."

Never one to disappoint or fail to honor such a request, I sat back down on the edge of the bed and began to caress her arms and tits with my hands. She leaned into it, moaning softly. Her nipples stiffened immediately as I leaned in and began to work them over with my mouth and tongue.

She reciprocated by lightly brushing the shaft of my cock with her hard fingernails. That drew a deep shudder through me as we leaned together and deep throat kissed. She sucked on my tongue like she’d done with my cock earlier.

I reclined on the bed on my back. My cock pointing straight up into he morning sunlight streaming through the window. She crawled over to me and mounted me slowly lowering just an inch or two of her pussy onto my hard cock. She began to tease me something fierce as she controlled the depth and speed of her thrusts. When I tried to spear her with a sudden upwards thrust she just leaned back and avoided it, as my cock scraped across her thigh.

"No, no," she said. "I’m driving this train."

I leaned back and nodded as she again lined up on my cock. I raised my hands and began to caress her thighs and lower back as she again took charge of our fucking. She moved left, right, up, down, and even rotated for a bit all the while changing speed and depth. All those years of running and gymnastics had definitely paid off. She ran me through my paces but good.

I could hold off pretty well though, as I’d already shot more in the last 12 hours than in the previous 12 weeks. I gave back as good as I got, sometimes getting a free shot in while she lapsed her attention. I also reached up and began to massage her tits while I fucked her. This had the desired effect as she had multiple orgasms and shook so much I thought she’d break my back.

After a while of this, I couldn’t tell you how long; she raised herself completely off my cock.

"Time for something completely different," she said in her best Monty Python imitation.

With that she lined up and moved her ass up a bit and then took one hand and smeared some of her copious amount of juices and my pre-cum onto and into her asshole. I just grinned up at her like an idiot. I was about to ream her ass like I’d done her mom.

"Can I drive sweety," I asked quietly.

"Sure dad," she replied and leaned back and turned away from me.

I got up on my knees and approached from the rear. Taking my own hand and reaching up to her snatch I too rubbed some of her juices on the head of my now straining cock. Little did she know that fucking a girl in the ass has long been one of my favorite acts, and one I do very well. When I ass fuck a woman, it is enough stimulation to keep me hard, but not quite enough to make me cum. As a result I usually last pretty long in Donna’s ass.

About twice as long as when I fuck her normally and about 10 times longer than in her mouth. I normally only fuck Donna in the ass when we both want to go for a long time, or when we have an all-niter. I’m not in the incredible Fred’s category, but I can go for a long while, and Anna was about to find out, just how long.

I lined up and slowly began to insert my cock into her brown hole. I expected it to be tight, but this was the tightest butt I’d ever had. Her anal ring was strong as she leaned forward to let my cock slide into her. I continued to push in until I was balls deep in her ass. She took a deep breath and leaned back into me.

I reached up to stroke and fondle her butt cheeks as I slowly drilled her rectum. Her hard muscles rippled like steel springs under my hands. The intense amount of running and exercises she does to stay fit enough to compete, have given her incredibly sexy looking legs, and her ass is to die for. She also very flexible as I found out yet again.

I was driving the train, but she was steering it. She did things with her spine, hips and lower back that I can scarcely recount, let alone understand. Not only that, but she had an incredible level of control on her anal ring and rectum as well. She pushed, pulled and squeezed with it. I felt as though I was being run through a dull meat grinder at one point.

I varied my thrusts, both speed and depth, and occasionally pulled out and drilled her pussy some more. All the while she moved and gyrated back and forth and up and down, matching me move for move. At one point I was only giving her the very tip of my cock, and her incredible control was actually milking my cock, rhythmically pushing and pulling on it.

As I did this I reached around and varied between pinching her tits, and probing her pussy with my fingers. I stroked her clitoris with the fingertips of my right hand, while pulling her nipples with my left. She moaned and grunted through several orgasms as I did this.

She had another big one and I felt my legs get gushed on as she squirted out, and had to stop what I was doing with my hands to hold on for dear life. I stopped pumping in her, with my cock buried as deep as it would go as I held on. The bed frame creaked and groaned as she thrashed about, and I barely managed to cling to her sweat covered back.

As she finished with her orgasm I continued in her ass. She hung limp and barely moving at all. I had to use one hand to hold her up as I pressed on into her ass.

"Dad, please finish, for God’s sake," she moaned.

"All in good time, my dear," I whispered in her ear. "This is my revenge for getting me going so early in the morning after last night. You should probably have let me sleep."

She just moaned again as I picked up the pace. I began to really slam her ass at this point. She just dropped to her knees, and fell onto her face and shoulders into the pillows as I slammed again and again as hard as I could into her sweaty ass. Her control was slipping at this point and she eventually just lay there, unable to move or fight back. I was raping her in the ass, and thoroughly enjoying myself. She again came to orgasm while I slammed her ass and stroked her rock hard clit. This one wasn’t as strong as the one previous but she squirted more female cum as she did so.

I felt the familiar twitch in my cock head again and knew I’d shoot soon, I felt a hand on my balls and a kiss on my neck. It was so unexpected that I shot then and there. I turned to see Donna, naked; leaning over the end of the bed, pulling on my sac with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other.

"Hey baby, does that feel good?" she whispered to me.

I just moaned an answer as I shuddered through the most intense and strangest orgasm of my life. Here I was balls deep in a girl, that until earlier the previous evening I’d thought was my daughter while my wife of 22 years was stroking my balls. I was covered in sweat, both my own and Anna’s, along with her cum and mine.

I fell back onto the bed as I tried to gasp out a reply. I looked quickly over to Anna and saw that she’d just collapsed face first on the bed, seemingly out to the world. Donna was standing where she’d been when she’d finished me off with her hand, with a lusty looking grin on her face. She took one look at me and dove in, to take my cock in her hand and began to lick, stroke and suck the combined, cum and crap off it.

She sucked hard and long and before I knew it, I’d shuddered through another mini orgasm dribbling a few painful drops of cum into her mouth. I thought that I was going to die. The sensations running through me were too much for one brain to hold. The last thing I remember before passing out was her eyes boring into mine, while she licked her lips like a cat with a saucer of milk.

How long I was out I couldn’t tell. When I did regain consciousness I was sandwiched between Donna and Anna. They were both facing each other and seemed to be speaking quietly and had been for some time.

"Welcome back sleepy-head," Donna said quietly. "I’m glad you could come back to the party."

"Hi dad," Anna said kissing my ear.

I could feel a hand stroking my semi-rigid cock, but was too out of it to know whose it was. I tried to open my mouth, but it was so dry and my throat was so parched that I couldn’t speak. It was several moments before I could croak out anything even close to intelligent.

"Hi," I said weakly.

"You look like something the cat drug in," Donna said with a twinkle in her eye. "Anna will you please get your father something to drink."

As she nodded and pulled out from under the covers, I felt the hand leave my cock. She’d been stroking me while her mother lay less than a foot away. The cheeky little bitch.

"Donna, I can explain," I croaked.

"Shh, there’s nothing to explain," she said placing her finger to my lips. "Anna told me she was going to seduce you last night, and it seems that she was successful. I don’t care. Besides there’s something you have to know. Anna isn’t your daughter. I had a brief fling with Mike, Candy’s brother; it was while we were having problems right before I got pregnant with her. "

My exhausted state, must have been enough to cover the lack of expression on my face or surprise I’d have normally shown. Donna continued on telling me the same story she’d told Marilyn month before, which I’d seen on the tape last night. Anna returned after a few minutes with one of my T-shirts on and bearing a large glass of orange juice. I gulped through it as Donna continued telling me the story of Anna’s conception. This was while Anna left downstairs to fix breakfast for everyone, something she does whenever she’s at home from school.

After trying to digest everything I’d heard, I asked, "where were you last night? Why didn’t you come home?"

"I went over to Marilyn’s to work out and had a few too many drinks, I thought it would be best to sleep it off there. I did call and leave a message, but I guess you were too busy to check the machine."

"You must really hate me, for doing that to Anna," I said.

"No baby, I don’t," she replied. "I knew she was going to seduce you, and I know how much you love me and her. It makes me feel really good to know that you’re willing to share that kind of love with her too. I also know how great you make me feel, and I know that you’ll never hurt her. That makes me feel really great. So don’t worry about a thing. It’ll be our little secret. Besides from what I could tell earlier, your own conscious wasn’t that bothered by it, why should mine?"

I just lay there. I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was my wife casually dismissing my fucking of her daughter. Even if she weren’t mine by blood I’d raised her, and for all intents and purposes was her dad. Donna had just wiped clean any guilt I might have felt in taking Anna.

Anna entered the room with a huge tray laden with fresh fruit, eggs, cheese, toast and coffee. I found myself ravenous, after the events of the previous 12 hours. As I finished with my breakfast I looked over at the clock and discovered that I was 4 hours late to work.

"Don’t worry dad," Anna said. "I called in sick for you for today, and the rest of the week. I think we all have some special bonding to keep us busy."

Donna snickered at that as she got out of the bed to go to the bathroom. While she was gone, I whispered to Anna. "She still doesn’t know about last night, does she?"

"No, not yet," she whispered back. "We were talking about it before you woke up, and she wants to take you to Marilyns’ on Saturday, the night of her next party. She wants to get you liquored up and take you in all sly like. I think we should turn the tables on her, though, and I’ve got a plan if you’re game. I’ll tell you more about it later. For now though, let’s see if that cock of yours has anything left in it."

I took all this in as she squeaked and dove for her robe while I fell back into the hallway, stood, and ran back to the living room. Marilyn and Angie were still watching the movie and had begun to caress each other yet again. I stormed into the room, I was seriously pissed and was going to have some answers.

"What the fuck is Anna doing here?" I screamed at them.

I crossed over until I stood in front of them with my fists balled up and ready to fight. I was covered in sweat and it began to run down my back and legs.

"We already answered that question about Donna," Angie said with a smirk.

"You filthy rotten bitch," I yelled and reaching over snatched her away from Marilyn by the hair. With my free hand I slapped her across the face. I pulled her back in for another backhand slap by her hair, and continued this using her hair like a yo-yo cord until I was too exhausted to move.

As I did this Marilyn stood and tried to drag her away from me. I countered that by throwing a roundhouse punch into her jaw. She dropped to the floor like she’d been shot. I finally let Angie slip to the floor as I stood there heaving and blowing trying to remember what my life had been like a few hours earlier.

I’d had a devoted and loving wife, and daughter. I’d been in a monogamous marriage with my wife of 22 years, who I’d do anything for. My life had made sense, it had fit into a normal model that I could accept and deal with. Even all of the events of the last three hours hadn’t been entirely awful, just weird. Now this.

"Dad?" I heard from behind me.

I turned and saw that Anna had left the bathroom dressed in one of the black robes I’d seen everyone else wear. She was standing there with two towels and a handful of wash-clothes in her hands. I could tell she’d seen at least part of my tirade with the two now semi-conscious women. I took a large towel from her and wrapped it sarong like around my waist, as she handed me first hot and then cold wash-clothes to clean up and calm down with.

"I asked you what you were doing here a few minutes ago," I said.

"I belong here dad," she answered. "I’ve been coming here for 2 years now, whenever I was in town."

I groaned out loud with fury and pain. My little baby was in this nest of creatures, and they’d done god knew what to her. What was worse was that she, like her whore of a mother seemed to love it.

"How did you get started with these people, Anna?" I asked.

"You and mom are partly to blame," she said defiantly. "You went on that trip of yours for your anniversary. Who did you leave me with? Do you remember?"

It took a moment before I could do so. Then it came crashing down on me. We’d left her here with Marilyn. It had been a few months after her divorce, and Donna had thought it would be good for both of them. We’d taken a 10-day cruise around the Caribbean as a second honeymoon to celebrate our 20 years together.

I swayed a bit on my feet and fell onto the couch. I looked about me and saw that Marilyn was helping Angie to her feet. Angie stood there with her bloodied face and scratched and battered lips, supported by Marilyn who was bleeding heavily from the nose.

"Wow lover," Angie said. "You’re just getting me warmed up, don’t take too long with her, I’ll need another good fuck soon."

Marilyn said nothing as she helped her down the hall towards the bathroom I’d just left.

"Lover huh? It seems that I’m not the only person here with a story to tell now am I?" Anna said quietly. "How have been spending your evening daddy?"

"Nevermind that for now," I countered. "How did you get started up with these people?"

"It started because I was bored," she said. "You guys just left me here with somebody I didn’t even really know that well. I was almost 18, and you left me with a baby-sitter. I deserved better than that. I was old enough to look after myself. After a couple of days I started looking around the house. I found her little gym downstairs and her cache of tapes. After I watched a few of them I got really hot, and when she got home I confronted her with what I’d found."

"Then what?" I asked weakly.

"I told Marilyn that unless she let me join them, I’d rat her out," she replied. "I can just imagine what you’d have done then. You’d have freaked just like what I saw, but even worse would be that she and her group would all go to prison. She really didn’t have any choice. So she called her group together and we had a party."

"Did she tape that one too?" I asked.

"Of course she did," she said matter of factly. "She tapes all the parties. I asked for a copy of it, I have it back at school and she kept the original. Would you like to see it? It’s really good, I took a turn at the altar, and got fucked and eaten by about 15 people. It was great."

At this point I have to admit that I couldn’t stand any more. All I wanted was for it all to end. I sat on the couch with my face buried in my hands and began to moan. Anna watching my reaction came over and sat beside me. She pulled my head down to her shoulder and breast and began to say soothing words and shush me like a child. I sat there wracked in guilt and pain, over what my little Anna had gone through.

After a while her soothing treatment got through my pain and grief and I began to say, "I’m sorry." I said it over and over again. It became my entire focus to try to let her know how terrible I felt about what had happened.

"Daddy, it’s fine," she said when she saw that I could listen. "I wanted to do it. I still want to do it, it’s fun and I really like it. They have never hurt me, and I’ve never done anything that I didn’t want to. They don’t force themselves on anyone, and they don’t make anyone stay if they don’t want to. It’s a type of freedom that I’d never known until then. Please don’t feel bad about this, it’s what I want."

"But now they have your mother too," I croaked.

"I know dad," Anna said. "I asked Marilyn to approach her and bring her in. I was going to have her bring you in soon too. I wanted to wait a while first, because I knew you’d be the hardest to convince."

"What?’ I asked feebly. "Why in god’s name would you do that?"

"Because I love you and momma so much," she replied. "I wanted you and her to feel the same love and acceptance that I do. I wanted the both of you to be as happy as I am. These are wonderful people and they love me, and I them. I wanted the other people in my life to be as happy as I am."

"Sam too?" I asked, referring to her older brother.

"Yeah," she said. "It was what I gave him for Christmas last year. I brought him to the New Year’s fling that Marilyn has every year."

I groaned again. It was getting worse. I felt myself alone and detached from reality. My mind spun again and I felt on the verge of passing out. Anna seeing this, got up and went to the bar. She returned with another large tumbler full of scotch. I again tried to down as much as I could in one drink. The burning feeling of the drink as it passed down my throat brought tears again to my eyes, and seemed to help snap me back a bit to the real world.

"Daddy?" she asked. "Are you going to be all right?"

"Honey I don’t know that I’ll ever be all right again," I said. "What are you doing here now, I thought you had finals this week?"

"I did, I’m finished though," she answered. "I have 10 days until the next semester starts and Marilyn called and asked if I could come home for a special party. She paid for the plane ticket and met me at the airport and everything. It’s going to be great. She has mom downstairs and I’m to be unveiled to her soon. Mom is taking her fourth turn on the altar. No one else has ever done that many times. Marilyn has called in all her friends and some people she parties with when she travels out of state on business. Mom’s having the time of her life."

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"Marilyn has a closed circuit live feed from her party room," she replied. "It plays on every set in the house."

She jumped up off the couch to cross to the table where the remote was. I watched her as she stood up and walked. Her robe bounced up with her and gave me a flash of her legs and pretty little ass. She stood there and switched the channel until she came to what she was looking for. Then she came back to sit beside me.

I watched the screen as the door on the left side of the room opened to pass Angie and Marilyn. They’d cleaned up and looked steadier on their feet. They wasted no time in crossing into the room and jumping into the first pile of writhing, fucking and sucking bodies they could find.

"Angie really likes rough sex," Anna said. "You probably got her going like a furnace when you belted her around like that. I’m surprised that she and Marilyn didn’t just find a quiet corner of the house and fuck each other sick."

"Anna don’t speak like that," I said automatically. She looked at me and I at her, and then we lost it. I began to laugh until I cried. She did the same. It was several minutes until we could both focus back on the screen let alone breathe.

The action on the screen said it all. Again as usual, there were multiple feeds and it looked as if someone were switching the views from the different cameras, showing different parts of the room, and different bits of the action. The previous parties I’d seen hadn’t had more than 35 people in them at most. Looking into the room, I saw that there must have been nearly 100 people in there. There were men and women of all ages. Some looked older than the rest, but still in very good shape, and some looked much younger.

Again Donna was on the altar. She seemed to love being the center of attention. As I watched a man I’d never seen before was spewing cum onto her face, while her pussy was being ploughed by a burly looking black man. I saw Fred, the ever ready little fucker hammering some red-head in the corner of the room, near the bar. She looked like she was about to pass out from sheer exhaustion. The camera dwelt on them for a few minutes, as the woman had yet another orgasm.

Anna laughed and said, "that’s Fred of the long fuck. He got on me the first night, and I thought I was going to die. He just keeps on fucking, he’s amazing. Thank god he was the last guy in my pussy."

That took me a back for a minute. Here was my little girl talking about fucking some guy I’d just seen fuck her mother in another tape. I thought I’d try a little conversation to keep my brain from frying any more, and the liquor had really loosened me up.

"What’s his secret?" I asked.

"I don’t know, he won’t say," she replied. "But I’ll be damned if he just can’t cum unless he’s in some girls’ mouth. I’ve seen him literally fuck a woman to sleep, because she’s too exhausted to move. Most of the time one of the other girls will finish him off, or he’ll move on to someone else. He is a machine though."

With that she began to provide a running dialogue about the people present. She first told me of the people she didn’t know. These were the extra hands that Marilyn had called in for the big event. There were about 50 of them, and as she spoke I could tell she was making mental notes of which one’s she’d pursue when she went downstairs.

Then she began to discourse on the people she did know. She told me anecdotes of previous parties, who they were, what they did for a living etc. She told me of one preacher and his blond-haired wife who’d been members almost from the beginning. She told me of how the preacher couldn’t get off with another woman unless he could see and be seen by his wife. She also told me that the preacher’s wife had never had an orgasm until she’d come to one of the parties, and then only with another woman.

There was the story of the two tit obsessed women of the second video I’d seen and their love affair with lactating women. They loved the feel of tits filled with milk, and the taste of it. They were live in lovers who came here to play around and drive each other crazy. If any of the other women in the group were expecting or were nursing they would each pool their money to buy as much as they could.

There was the guy who loved to watch himself in the mirror. He was a bodybuilder and looked great. Every sinew and strand of muscle he had showed in stark relief under his skin. He wouldn’t do anything unless he was in an unobstructed line of view with a mirror. As I looked at the screen I saw him pull his rather large tool out of the ass of a black woman, and stroke it a few times, watching his reflection. He then placed the head back at her anus and pressed slowly in. She groaned and wiggled beneath him, frantically frigging herself with one hand.

There were two women, neither of whom Anna knew in the play pen, watching with gaped mouths and busy hands as they watched the action going on around them. They were really giving the toys in the pen a workout as they watched the sweating, heaving mass all around them.

There were 4 men standing over by the bar, drinking and watching the proceedings. They looked like any other small group of Sunday afternoon quarterbacks reviewing the big game. They pointed and made comments about the various couples, or groups and made the occasional cheer or jeer when someone came.

As I watched the feed from the room, I felt the liquor I’d drank again begin to lull me into a fit of relaxation. I felt Anna snuggle up next to me. Like she had when she was a little girl watching tv with me. I was reminded of how bizarre this situation was when I saw her begin to frig herself with her right hand, up under her robe. I startled and tried to move away.

"Don’t leave dad," she said. "You’re so warm and nice to cuddle with."

"Anna I don’t think it’s right for me to be this close to you, or watch this," I said.

"Why not?" she said. "You’re not really my dad you know."

That hit close to home. All I could do was to stammer out an incoherent denial.

"Dad, I know all right," she said. "I know that you’re not my biological dad. He’s dead."

"How did you know, and when?" I asked.

"I found out when I had knee surgery last year," she replied. "Do you remember donating blood in case I needed it? Well, mom had them run a paternity test on it. I looked at all the paperwork; I’m studying to be a nurse you know. I looked at all the paperwork and the test results when they came back in. I’m over 18 so they had to let me see them. I knew what to look for, and when I got out of the hospital I confronted mom and made her tell me the truth. So if you wanted to fool around it’s not like it would be incest or anything."

"Yeah but it will be if you do anything with your mom," I said.

"So what?" she replied. "We’re both adults in the eyes of the law, and no one can do anything about it anyway. What do you say dad, want a romp with your little girl?" She said this as she stood and removed the robe ever so slowly down her perfect shoulders until the mounds of her breasts showed.

At this point I defy anyone reading this to do anything other than what I then did. I was drunk, both with liquor and lust, staring at a half-naked nymph, with only a towel to separate us. I’d been sucked and fucked since shortly after arriving at the house, and wasn’t in the best frame of mind to begin with. I was seriously pissed at my wife, my son, and daughter, and everyone else in the house at the moment. All I wanted was to wipe the smirk off her face.

I grabbed her by the hem of the robe and pulled her onto the couch. She spilled onto it and her robe opened on the way. I landed on top of her looking down at her firm young breasts. I could feel the heat of her snatch through the towel on my balls. I cupped one of her tits and fingered the nipple. I felt a shudder go through her as she reached down and pulled the towel away from my crotch.

She moaned lightly into my ear, as I lowered my mouth to her tit and began to gently suckle at it. She was busy as well as she slowly stroked my cock to full size. She squeezed the shaft and head as she did so, milking my dick along.

"I want it in my mouth dad," she murmured.

I leaned back on my knees as she dove down to meet it. She completely swallowed my cock until I was balls deep in her throat. She started licking and working over the shaft, with her full tongue and tried to swallow even more of it into her hungry mouth. After a few minutes of this, she began to lick the shaft and the underside of the head, like taking in her first ice cream cone. She licked and slurped along the entire surface of my cock. She seemed to truly relish the taste of my meat and when she encountered some pre-cum, gobbled it down moaning around my dick. I was again in the paradise reserved for those men who encounter the exceptionally gifted cock sucker. I could see that the techniques I’d enjoyed for years were being passed around what passed as the water-cooler here. The word had gone out, and she like the others had taken their lessons to heart, so to speak.

She sucked and licked me for a time that I couldn’t really measure. At one moment it felt mere seconds and the next like she’d been doing this for days. Before I could shoot in her mouth though, I pulled out and reached down to her and asked, "do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yeah dad," she said. "It’s always been a wish of mine for you to fuck me, I’ve wanted that since I was old enough to know what fucking meant."

I stood with her, slipping the robe to the floor, and kissed her gently on the face. I kissed her, on the mouth and we briefly sparred with our tongues. While she stood immobile, I ran my mouth and tongue around her neck and throat. I nuzzled the back of her neck, and kissed the hollow where her neck and shoulder came together.

I began to kiss my way down her body, pausing for a few minutes to work over her breasts and nipples. I could feel her first orgasm take her as I gently bit her left nipple. I discovered that she was definitely her mothers’ daughter, even if she weren’t mine.

I continued on to her flat tummy and kissed and licked her navel and kissed along the line of her hips, as they passed around to her luscious behind. I grabbed and kneaded the cheeks of her ass, and slowly began to spread her ass cheeks with my hands. I just had to know if she’d inherited all her mothers’ passions.

I reached back as she squatted a bit, and ran my index finger along the crease of her butt. She moaned again. As she did that I placed my finger right at the entrance to her hole and gently prodded. She had another small orgasm, I could tell as I had started to slowly separate her labia with my tongue when she came. I discovered she was a gusher, just like her mom. She began to slip down to the couch and I rode her down, licking and jabbing my tongue into her snatch while tickling and pressing in on her rectum.

"Please fuck me," she moaned.

I did a small pushup to get lined up as she pulled her legs up and out. I pressed down until the line of our bodies was as well lined up as I could and slowly pressed the head of my cock into her. She squealed out in pleasure and slammed up onto me, impaling herself on my cock. I began by riding her slowly. I tried to do half thrusts in and out, but she was having none of it. She wanted all my cock in her, as deep as it would go. Seeing this I accommodated the lady by just bumping the end of my cock against her pubic bone. We kept at this for about 5 minutes, until I tried to slowly pull out. She let me do the slow comfortable screw at that point and I settled in for a long one.

She varied her reactions to my thrusts, and as she did so her hands became busy as well. With her mouth locked on mine in a deep tongue kiss, she began to stroke and scratch the outsides of my thighs, with her nails. She also would reach back and give me some of what I’d given her, with one dainty finger seeking out my asshole. As she did this I felt her signals, so much like her mother’s that she was about to cum. As I also felt this I broke our kiss, and latched onto her left nipple with my mouth and began sucking like mad.

This tactic, I’d used with her mom, also had the desired effect on her. She came hard, and it was all I could do to hold on. She was much stronger and in better shape than Donna, and I knew it would be a close thing to stay in her, until I shot. As she bucked and screamed, I let loose my last load of the night. It wasn’t the biggest one I’d ever shot, but it was one of the very best. I poured it into her pussy like a river, and came down from my orgasm with a shudder.

I felt her lying beneath me in a pool of our collected sweat, and cum. She’d gushed again, and the combination of our fluids was spread across the surface of her pussy and smeared across her thighs, when I pulled my flaccid cock out.

"Damn, that was hot," she whispered.

"You’re not kidding baby," I said also whispering.

"Dad, I’ve got to go downstairs in a few minutes," she said.

"I know; they’re all waiting for you," I said. "But let me ask a favor or two of you first. One, don’t tell your mom I was here, and don’t let anyone else do so either. Two don’t wash up before you go downstairs, and let your mom eat your pussy first thing. I want her to taste our cum. Will you do that for me?"

"Oh yeah," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "A little cheap revenge on mom then?"

"Yeah and on you," I said. "Oh by the way, your mom also cums really hard if you lick or bite her nipples right before orgasm, but if you finger her ass, she’ll go out of her mind."

"Where are you going to be/" she asked.

"Baby, I’m beat and my poor head needs a break," I replied. "I’m going to grab a shower and a cab and go the fuck home. I won’t wait up for either of you, so have fun."

"Oh dad, I hope you’re not mad at me for keeping the secret and getting you and mom into the group like this," she said very quietly.

"I’m not sure what I am at this point," I said. "I need a little time to sort all this out before I can answer that question. I’m also not sure when or if I want to tell your mom that I know. I’ll have to think about it. But I’ll tell you this, I’ll get some time off from work, and we’ll take you back to school in the motor-home, and maybe we’ll take the time to get to know each other better."

"I can’t wait dad," she said as she walked towards the staircase.

She was completely nude with one hand down between her legs cupping her snatch to keep the mingled cum inside. I sat back on the couch to watch as she entered the playroom and crossed over to the altar. This was a tape I was going to have to have a copy of, but I’d watch the live show first.