ind her a lover , this time we had to be more creative. We decided to get a room at a nearby hotel. We made reservations and went to the hotel. I had a couple of options , both of which had me hiding in the closet and watching unknown.

We decided to try option one. She would order room service and we would see how attractive the room service attendant was. If he was not to her satisfaction she would simply turn him away. So she ordered a steak, with a salad and a bottle of wine. Knowing that the room service attendant would probably be slightly older since he would be delivering wine. Rather than the young high schooler on his first job. So we waited about 20 minutes till there was a knock on the door. I got into my position in the closet , with a generous view of the bed. To my suprise I could not see the room service attendant when she answered the door beings the bedroom was around the corner. From the flirting that was going on I had a good idea that she approved. The attendant introduced himself as Thomas and asked her where she would like her food. She informed him to put it by the couch in the suite. Thomas then asked how she would be paying for the meal , cash , credit or charging it to her room. She asked him to call down to his supervisor and inform them she had to run to the atm and it would be a few minutes before he could return. He obliged , but was somewhat hessitant. She asked Thomas to have a seat and that she would be right back she had to get the money out of the bedroom , and that she just wanted him to help her open the wine. He replied that he would open it while she got the money. Then my wife came into the room and removed her jeans and t-shirt while giving me a wink. She was in just a matching red g-string and bra with some red thigh high fishnet tights on. She looked amazing and I couldn't wait to hear Thomas' response when she returned to the room. He was sure to be amazed although I had still not seen him at all. She came around the corner and I heard Thomas studer for words. She told him that she hoped she would be alright for the tip. He , gasped for words and muttered out yeah that would be great. He told her she had a amazing figure and looked great in her outfit. She laughed and thanked him. Then he said so this is why I called my boss. She asked if it was ok. He explained it was more than ok. She grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bedroom where I was anxiously awaiting.

I saw my wife lead a man into the bedroom and I enjoyed every minute of it. The guy was 6'0 tall probably 190 lbs. with light brown hair and a athletic figure. My wife began to kiss his lips and rub her hands on his body. He kissed her while rubbing her ass . He kissed down her neck and gently stroked her ass. She started unbuttoning his button up shirt that was part of his uniform , revealing a muscular chest. She leaned in and was kissing his pectoral area. He responded by removing her bra revealing her sexy 34b breasts. Then he kissed her breast bringing her to excitement. She then began to unbutton his pants and removing them to the floor . He stood there in just a pair of boxer briefs. He obviously worked out often as he had a tone , muscular figure. He layed her down on the bed and began kissing her passionatly . Moving down her neck , over her breast and down her stomach. He then began to slide her panties off revealing her cleanly shaven pussy. This obviously got him excited as he moved right in and started lapping her rapidly. Working his tongue all over her clit and inside her wet dripping vagina. She tilted her head back in pleasure. He slid a finger in her hole and began working it in and out while sucking on her swollen clit. He moved up perpendicular to her not missing a beat. She reached up and felt for his cock. She moaned loudly as he kept moving all around her pussy, finger banging her at the same time. Out of nowhere she screamed excitedly that she was cumming . Then she pushed him on his back. I was excited to see what was to come. She removed his boxers and from the look on her eyes she was amazed at his size. This guy had a huge cock. Not just long but wide. Even I was amazed at his size. He had to be 10 inches long and 4 inches wide. I was envious of his size and I am not small by all means. She told him he had the biggest dick she had ever seen . He thanked her. She began stroking his cock furiously up and down , then she wrapped her lips around his giant stuggling to get it in her mouth . She could barely even take the head of his cock at first , but he was gentle with her . Letting her set the pace. She worked her way down taking roughly half of his dick in her mouth . With her new found confidence of blow-jobs she was going to town on his cock. Slowly sucking three quarters of the way down , then gently sliding up while rubbing his balls in her hand and stroking the bottom of his shaft. He was moaning loudly enjoying my wifes mouth suffocating his cock. She moved between his legs staring into his eyes while drowning his cock in her saliva. She told him she wanted to feel him inside of her, but to be easy he was huge. She spun around and got in the reverse cowgirl position , so that she could control his depth. He put the head of his cock right at her opening and she gently lowered herself onto his massive dick. Slowly giratting her hips back and forth just working the head of his dick inside her. She was moaning lightly while rubbing her clit with her left hand and grouping Thomas' balls with her right. She worked her ass around slowly taking more and more inside her. He rubbed her sexy thick ass with both hands pacing her on his dick. Soon she was riding him roughly up and down ass jiggling and taking his whole huge member inside of her , moaning so loud the front desk probably heard her. She yelled she was cumming again and he took that as a clue to start penetrating her. His hips thrusting his dick up inside her pussy . Her pussy devoured his cock like a homeless man on a thankgiving feast. Then he moved her off him and positioned her doggystyle at the end of the bed. He began rubbing her swollen lips spreading her cum and juices around lubricating his entry. Then he roughly thrust his cock right into her without warning . She moaned in pleasure. Rocking back into his waist , fucking him like there was no tommorow. He reached down grabbing her breasts while fucking her pussy relentlessly. She was loving every minute of it. Then he told her he was about to come. She told him to pull out and let her suck him off. He pulled out and she sat on the bed sucking his swollen dick until he came. She swallowed every last drop , cleaning him up from there festivities.

He then got up and put his clothes back on. She slid her bra and panties back on. He asked her for her number and she replied she was sorry but that she was happily spoken for . He looked confused, and she informed him this was a one time thing and that she had lost a bet. He kissed her on the cheek and headed out of the hotel room . Forgetting to collect for the room service.

After Thomas left she headed to the closet and opened the door letting me out. So how was it she asked. Everything I had hoped for it was amazing watching you be fucked by another man I responded. She kissed me and said she didn't think she would enjoy it as much as she did and thanked me for the opportunity. I told her its all part of a long relationship and you have to keep things interesting. She asked me when we were going to play poker again, and what the stakes were going to be. I told her I wasn't sure what I would ask of her. She told me if she won she wanted to have a threesome with me and another girl. She loved females breasts and couldn't wait to suck on another girls tits, and that she was excited for a girl to suck on her pussy. I think I might make sure I loose the next game.....Check in and see the results , we are playing tonight.

sband. Then my husband said he had to use the mens room just when a great song came on and he said go dance I be back in a few. So I hit the floor and started dancing and soon enough two guys started to dance with me the dance floor was really crowded then before I new it the guy in front of me had a tight grip on my hands and the guy behind me pushed into me and they worked me across the dfance floor to a dark spot and the guy behind me lifted my skirt and grabed my ass cheeks then I felt his cock trying to push into my pussy I tryed to push and pull away buth the guy in front squeez my hands so hard it made be bend over more then the guy in my pussy pop a load that ran down my leg. I could not beleave I just got fuck on a dance floor. Then just as he pulled away another unknown guy jump in and grabed my hips and shoved his cock into me Now I started to get into a panic the guy in front really hand my hands so tight I thought he would break them. So now the guy in my pussy pop his load and another guys grabes me and trtes to shove his cock into my ass but could not and slipped into my pussy because it soaked with cum and he fucks me the guy in the front tells someone leys get her out the back door then suddenly he lets go and they all jus walk off different ways. Then I see my husband and he say I could not see you here. I tols him I think I danced to much Iam dizzy let go. So we walk out to the car and my husband say whats so wet running down your leg I looked down and saw clear and white cum all down my inner legs so I told him some girl spilled her drink on me when she bump into me on the dance floor. To this day have not told him what happend to me.

rloaded circuit breakers at a power station the nerve centers of my brain tripped one after the other in quick secession. Rational thought was beyond me. My body of its own accord, twisted, bucked and ground into his face as his tongue delved deeply into the all consuming heat between my legs one last time.

Another gurgling wail of unadulterated lust and passion bubbled from my lips as every muscle in my petite quivering body tightened. My back arched from the rumpled sheets leaving but my head and feet in contact with the bed as in masochistic bliss in response to his teeth tormenting my clit like a dog with a bone.

Like an epileptic in the throes of a fit my slight petite frame shuddered convulsively as his hands and my own body lifted and held me against his pleasure giving grinning face.

My joy, my pleasure was only beginning though. No sooner had the brilliant flares of light died and I had sunk back onto the bed then his forearms slipped beneath my knees. Lust and depravity flashed from his eyes as he lifted my legs and pushed them up then back over me.

As my knees pressed into my small but firm breast fear should have griped the very foundation of my being. But my arousal was such that even had my brain been capable of rational thought fear was the last thing that would have wove through it.

Like a puppy knowing it was going to be rewarded my upturned exposed loins wiggled and danced with passionate fervor. As his rigidity poked at the entrance to my soul incoherent babblings of want and need spilled from my lips.

Again and again his masculinity prodded at my slit only to slide aside. A savage growl burst from his lips drowning out my own whimper of frustration. Releasing my left leg he grasped his cock centering its bulbous head to my cunt.

Just before the heavy mushroom head slipped into me he chuckled going to fuck you Sam. Going to fuck your skanky cock-loving ass so hard your eyeballs are going to pop out of that pretty face of yours.

Slowly, teasingly the bulbous crown then two, four and finally all seven inches of his wonderful cock wormed into me. With each glorious inch every nerve ending in my body flared as if hit with electricity. Such was the feeling that shot through me that had my heart not already been beating it would have been shocked back into service.

His weight pressing down on me. His demeaning, gutturally hissed words calling me a tramp, a cock hungry slut filled my ears, my brain. Yet surprisingly I felt no shame, instead I felt only exaltation.

Like a wolf feeding upon a rabbit his teeth gnashed, bit, tore at my shoulder and neck. Without thought my head tipped back exposing my throat to his hungry gnawing. A soft whimpering moan of arousal slipped from my trembling lips as his mouth closed over my juggler.

Though he hung motionless above me the pulsing of his cock inside me throbbed in time to that of my life’s blood as he hungrily sucked. A picture of a female victim of Brahm Stokers Dracula flashed before me as my hands weakly rose then dropped to the back of his head.

Just as I had oft imagined the sultry victim of the master vampire doing my mind screamed feed love, feed. But just as my hands somehow found the strength to press his hungry feeding mouth tighter to my throat his lips trailed downward across my chest.

My disappointment was short lived though for a heartbeat later his lips closed over my left nipple. The scraping of his tongue, the nipping of his teeth, tore a gurgling moan of ecstasy from my rapidly rising and falling chest.

Like an indecisive child that had been presented with two different flavors of ice cream his mouth moved from one nipple to the other then back again. Through it all the mush jokingly called my brain screamed out my body’s wants.

The sensation of his lips, tongue and nipping teeth first on my throat and then on my nipples ripped through me like a meteor storm. Such had been the sensation flooding through me that I had not realized that he had begun to drive into me.

Upon the realization though my mind babbled fuck me daddy, fuck your whore of a daughter. As if he had looked into the gooey mush of my brain and read my thoughts he began to animalistic, savagely drive into me.

With his powerful fingers locked about my calfs spreading my legs wide to either side of me I was unable to move my loins to met his powerful thrust as readily as I wanted to. Yet wanting him to know that I gloried in his taking of me I somehow managed to wrap my arms about his thick waist and grasp his driving buttocks.

My body felt as if it were aflame as with animal like growls he drove powerfully into me. In answer to his whizzing labored grunts whimpering pledges of love, of supplication reverberated off the walls of my skull.

What I had thought were silent pleading sobs on my part were anything but. For even as the words rippled through the mush of my brain his large callused hand covered my mouth and nostrils turning my screams of ecstasy to muffled incoherence.

As the supply of oxygen, which had been feeding my heaving lungs all but vanished my tightly closed eyes opened wide. Surprisingly neither fear nor panic gripped me as I looked up into his cold cruel eyes, though in reality they should have. Was this how I was going to die instead of how he had so often taunted me. If so, why?

As my eyes began to slowly close and darkness pressed ever closer about me I couldn’t help but think what a waste. Where would he ever again find a woman so willing to give of herself as I had? If his son Jacob again married would daddy's next daughter in law be so obedient, so supplicant to his every wish as I had been? I somehow doubted it.

As the final molecule of oxygen emptied from my lungs and nothingness closed in a secretive smile flickered across what little consciousness remained. In the fleeting microsecond that remained of my life the memory of when he had first crawled atop me flashed before me. Every detail, every nuance as sharp as if it had happened hours ago instead of years.

It had been the day after my marriage. Jacob had just left with his mother for her doctor appointment leaving me alone in new unfamiliar settings. Aware that no one would be home for hours I hadn’t bothered to change out of my sheer white ruffle lace baby doll. A deliciously sinful affair that Jacob had presented to me after the wedding.

I was sitting at the breakfast nook sipping coffee and fuming about Jacob’s failure to consummate our marriage when suddenly someone’s arms had encircled me. Before I could think to react lips were nuzzling my ear and over familiar hands were fondling my breast.

My first thought as I instinctively settled back against my unseen accoster's chest was that my husband had dropped his mother at the doctor's office then returned to fulfill his husbandly duties. Something which he'd been unable to do last night because he'd had to much to drink.

A soft purr rumbled in my throat as together with angling my head back over my shoulder my eyes closed and my lips pursed in anticipation of his kiss. But the lips that met mine were anything but gentle. In a panic my eyes flew open, but my accouter was to close.

With his lips still pressing against mine he turned me about. As he did so his lips pressed even harder against mine silencing any protest I might have made. My hands lifted to his chest to push him away but I had no strength and they simply rested there.

As my accoster’s tongue pressed against my lips seeking entrance his hands roamed over my slight shivering body like a blind mans. Despite my fright as well as honestly not knowing who was kissing and fondling me my eyes drifted shut.

A soft moan escaped me only to be swallowed by the man’s mouth. The instant my lips had parted slightly allowing the moan to escape his tongue had slithered into my mouth like a snake seeking a new home. As his tongue and hands continued to explore my mouth and body I felt like putty in an artist hands ready and willing to be shaped and molded how so ever he desired.

Another louder moan escaped me as his hand slipped between my legs and without my willing them to do so they parted. I felt more then heard his chuckle as his fingers rubbed over the growing dampness between my legs.

Suddenly his lips left mine and a guttural chuckle filled my ears. Though I was no longer being kissed my eyes remained tightly shut as I reviled in the unfamiliar sensations rippling through me like waves.

I remember thinking that this man was a rapist. That I should be fighting him. That I should be scratching him, clawing him, screaming out my indignation. But then the thought that if I did so he could and probably would hurt me flashed through my mind.

No! Better that I acquiesce. Better that I accept the inevitable. Being soled and alive was so much more preferable then being dead. Still though my body had no business reacting to this degenerates touch as it was.

Despite having accepted my fate no small measure of disappointment flowed through me. My virginity was going to be taken by an uncaring stranger instead of by my husband.

Yet quick on the heels of disappointment was also one of elation. I was finally going to feel what it truly meant to be a woman. Never mind that it wasn't my husband. Never mind that someone other then him would enjoy that which I had been saving solely for him.

With those lurid thoughts shame flickered dimly in the shadows of my mind. Would Jacob still love me after this? Would he even want me after this man had soiled me? But even as doubts about the future of my marriage flashed across my consciousness my body shivered with want.

As if in an erotic dream I felt the tie of my sheer lace baby doll loosen then the flimsy material itself as if in slow motion slid from my shoulders. A soft approving whistle filled the silence as my small but firm breast were exposed to his sight and touch. Almost before my mind had grasped that fact his hands closed over my breast.

God but you’re a hot little minx aren’t you he chuckled as his fingers, at first teasingly and then ever harder, pinched and tugged at my nipples. My only response was another purring moan and the uncontrollable shivering of my petite frame as if from a chill.

Through it all despite my wanting desperately to see this stranger that was to take my virginity my eyes remained tightly closed. Not even when his hands tugged at my G-string and my buttocks rose from the seat thus allowing for its easy removal did they open! A simple light touch to my inner thighs on his part and my legs as if with a mind of their own opened wider.

My chest rose and fell and ragged gasp issued from my lips as while one rough calloused hand continued to fondle my breast the fingers of the other glided over the puffy aroused lips of my vagina. For long immeasurable minutes his fingers teased me, toyed with me.

Heat surged upwards from between my legs to meet that which flared from my breast. A tiny faint voice, hysterical with fear, screamed that what was happening was wrong but I paid it no heed as my body shivered in response to his touch. A second later a groan of disappointment burst from my lips as the fingers that had been fluttering over my wet lips moved away.

My disappointment though was short lived as together with a mirth filled chuckle his fingers again set about teasing me, torturing me. Like a feather they glided along my upper thigh moving toward my knee before gliding upwards again to tease the bubbling cauldron between my legs. Again and again for what seemed like an eternity the fingers traced their teasing torturing path while I in response and with body trembling moaned ever louder.

A slight touch to my knee and again as if with a mind of their own my legs opened yet wider. A movement more sensed then felt and then together with fingers grasping each of my upper thighs something round and hairy moved between my legs and against the moistness between them.

Instinctively, though never before having experienced such, I knew that the hairy bowling ball sized object between my legs was my accoster's head. Oh God I silently groaned thats nasty. But despite that thought as his tongue slide over me my stomach muscles tightened and my loins pushed against his face.

hither to fore fluttering hands came to rest atop his head. My buttocks, without conscious command from me, squirmed and bounced from my stool. Squeaks like that a mouse would make, and which I somehow knew were mine, filled the hither to fore silent kitchen as I humped and ground against the flickering tongue exploring my love cannel.

I was both afraid yet wanting desperately to see this man who was awakening my body but try as I might I couldn’t make my eyes open. Yet a minute later after several more stabbing, probing, swipes followed by the mans teeth closing over my clit they did open. For a moment I saw only whiteness then slowly it dawned on me that I was staring at the ceiling.

Look down Sam! Look down and see who's between your legs my addled brain had screamed but my head wouldn't obey the command. Then slowly, ever so slowly together with continuous squeals of pleasure spilling from my lips my chin dropped to my chest. As my eyes tried to focus on the top of his head he pushed back from me and tilted his face up to look into mine.

A chocked startled gasp had erupted from my constricted throat bloating out the words I had only just begun to grasp the meaning of. There between my widely spread legs grinning up at me mirthfully was my father in law Harold Rice. Even as the realization gripped me it did not stay my fingers from tightening in his hair and endeavor to pull him back to me.

Please what Sam he repeated, as I had looked down at him dumbfounded not fully comprehending his words. Please what Sam? Please fuck me daddy! Is that what your trying to say you nasty little slut? What’s the matter? Didn’t my boy give your sweet smelling pussy a proper workout last night?

Or are you such a slut for cock that you’ll let any swinging dick have a go at your snatch? Tell me you fucking cunt! Tell me or I’ll leave you to get your own self off with a candlestick. Tell me God damn it!

The look in his eyes as well as his seething hurtful words frightened me. I wanted to tell him that I was a virgin. I wanted to tell him that his son had been to drunk to consummate our marriage but speech was beyond my capability.

Angrily he pulled me from the stool. Then turning me about he pushed my face down against the seat I had just vacated. A stinging slap to my right buttocks tore a gurgling whimper from me. Again and again and yet again his hand rose and fell.

Each resounding smack was harder then the one before. I tried to stifle the tears and wretched sobs erupting from my chest but couldn’t. Then finally after what seemed like a lifetime he quit spanking me. But strangely instead of feeling relief I felt…. Wanting.

He must have sensed such for with labored breath he cackled oh the little cock slut likes her fanny being spanked does she! Well I got something else she'll like a whole lot better.

The sound of his zipper being yanked down was like that of a passing freight train to my ears. A whimper of fear spilled from my lips but I couldn’t stop my body from trembling or my buttocks from pushing back as something spongy yet abnormally hard moved up and down my moistened vagina.

I felt my lips parting, felt the first invading inch of him enter me. Mocking ramblings of oh yeah slut that’s it wiggle that ass for daddy hissed from his lips. Show daddy how much you want his cock drilling your nasty snatch you cock hungry skank whore. His words were demeaning, hurtful, but instead of being appalled or offended I wallowed in the degradation of them as if they were praise.

I tried to choke back the continuous whimpering sobs spilling from my lips as the first thick inch of what my fevered brain told me had to be a telephone pole slowly wormed into me. The effort was futile though for in spite of the awesome length and girth that I imagined his cock to be, and despite the knowledge that if such were the case that it would split me in two I couldn't stop my soulful passionate moans or the wiggling of my hips.

An inch then two, and finally three wormed into me only to nearly withdraw before again reentering me. Again and again he slowly methodically sawed in and out of the searing heat between my trembling legs. What sounded like incoherent gibberish tumbled from my lips as together with bracing myself on the seat I pushed back against his grinding driving loins.

Words of dirasion and mocking laughter filled my ears as his hands locked about my thin waist in an effort to control my movements. The effort was meaningless though as a million years of evolution and instinct guided me. My body felt as if it were being consumed by a roaring bonfire. A sensation like that of cold water dripping onto a hot skillet shot through my brain as his sweat and spittle dropped onto my back.

Again and again he pushed into me and with each thrust he not only sank a little deeper but the movement of his pelvis became more erratic and faster. My pussy felt as if it were being stretched beyond belief, felt as if it would never again be the same, but I cared not. All that mattered, all that existed for me was his cock, his thick wonderful glorious cock.

Together with my hips pushing back to met him my abdomen undulated like a belly dancers. Behind me labored grunts of thats it slut, thats it! Show daddy how much better you like his cock then your husbands! Show daddy how much of a slut you are for his cock reverberated in my ears as his hands slid up my sides then beneath me.

Like a farmer milking a heifer his fingers kneaded my breast and stretched my nipples. A gurgling groan a passion and arousal lodged in my throat as the bulbous head of his cock pushed against my hymen a last time before ripping it asunder.

Pain such as I had never before felt tore through me as with the lose of my virginity his rigid organ bored to the very depths of my being. A disbelieving whoop of holy fucking shit a virgin; the fucking bitch is a God damn virgin made its way into my brain through the ringing in my ears. His discovery though was meaningless to me as a flare of brilliance like that of an exploding sun burst in my brain.

The heat from its exploding burned me, consumed me and I didn’t care. Dimly through ears deadened by the pounding of my heart and the blood roaring through my veins I heard a warbling screech. The wail though had no meaning to me as what felt like molten lava flowed into me sending my already trembling body into convulsions as if from a terrible fever.

Another sun exploded. Then another, and another, and yet another and then blackness. Contentment, tranquility and a feeling that I couldn’t describe encompassed me. A sensation like that of floating, of being rocked gently like a baby in its cradle tickled my numbed mind.

So blissful was the feeling that I never wanted it to end, but then slowly my eyes opened. A moment, an eternity slipped by before I realized that I was lying in my wedding bed and hovering above me driving his beautiful hard cock slowly and deeply into me was my father in law. Twice more that morning he made love to me and each time he did the glory, the bliss, the rapture that I felt was as great or greater as the first time.

Why would daddy deny me that which had never lessened in all the years I had supplicated myself? More importantly though was why would he deny himself the pleasures of my body? Pleasures such as his wife never had or ever would give him and yet I his daughter in law so willing and eagerly did?

Just as I mentally threw my arms wide welcoming death his hand slid from my face. But it wasn’t until together with growling don't you fucking die on me you cock-loving slut along with slapping me that I managed a first weak breath.

My lungs were screaming from the pain of taking in much needed oxygen but he seemed not to notice or care. Growls of fuck me bitch, fuck me like you did that goddamn nigger and those fucking wetbacks this afternoon erupted from his slavering lips as he tightly gripped my hips jerking me to him.

"Tell me slut. Tell me how much you loved those dirty smelly spics drilling your skanky cock-loving snatch this afternoon. Tell me how much you love pleasuring those that I give you to. Tell me slut."

Weakly at first then ever louder I told him what he wanted to hear. But before my voice could rise to a crescendo his lips covered mine stopping my flow of babbling. It wasn’t until then that I realized that even as I had believed that my life was slipping away that my loins had continued to buck and grind against his.

As his tongue filled my mouth my nails dug into his gyrating pumping ass cheeks seeking to pull him deeper into me. Like a continuous looping film that afternoons events played out before me as my father in law animalisticly thrust into me.

His late morning call telling me that he wanted me at the job site before lunch rang in my ears just as it had when I had taken the call. So too did his mirth filled chuckle as he told me he didn’t care what I wore just so long as it wasn’t much before hanging up.

In my minds eye I saw myself hurriedly showering then slipping into what I was sure would please him. At the job site those witnessing my arrival had looked at me lecherously as I had climbed from my car.

But the feeling that had washed over me from their stares was as nothing compared to that which I felt as I had strolled through the job site. Electricians, carpenters and a score of laborers eyes fastened on me as I strolled past them in my simple white blouse and powder blue pleated micro mini.

Had those eyes boring into me known that beneath my skimpy outfit was nothing but bare flesh? Did they suspect what I was about to do? Now just as then a smile touched my lips and a shiver raced through me.

My wonderment ceased and the multitude of lecherous stares were forgotten when I saw daddy. He was in the back of the complex arguing with a rather large rough looking negro. The moment I stepped beside him and daddy’s arm slipped about my thin waist the argument ceased.

A moment later a smile touched the negro’s lips as daddy told him that I was his to enjoy however he wised so long as his crew of Mexican laborers finished the two six hundred and forty square foot cement slabs before 3:30.

A heartbeat later it was the negro beside whom I stood and whose large calloused hand was fondling my buttocks. At the negro’s insistence it was agreed that he could enjoy me as his crew started the job.

As the negro had started to turn and lead me toward his truck daddy told him that after he had pleasured himself each of his crew could have me. Then getting into the mans face he’d hissed that if he and his crew thought they could simply spend the afternoon fucking my brains out he had better think twice.

If the job wasn’t finished on time, or if he later billed him for more then they had agreed on he would see to it that he never worked another job site. What's more, he would see to it that his wetbacks were back in Mexico so fast they wouldn’t know what happened.

The ever so slight tightening of the negro's arm about me, the slight slipping of his arrogant smirk attested to the fact that daddy had interpreted his intentions. His armor kinked, his lust, his depravity cooled he stood with downcast eyes as daddy turned and walked away. A second later though his smile returned as I whispered sultry don't worry big boy you won't regret it.

After the negro and one of his crew cleared a space in the back of his pickup then spread out a tarpaulin for me to lie on I with him right behind me climbed into the back. Over the next three hours he, followed by one after the other of his Mexican crew climbed between my legs.

At 3:20 with the job finished and as his crew gathered up and loaded their tools into the bed of his truck I dropped to my knees before the negro. Even though I hadn't been told to do so I felt that a little extra was called for. Call it a reward of sorts for not only finishing the job early, but also for orchestrating the pacing in which the eight man crew enjoyed the fruits of my body.

For a second he simply looked at me askance then grinning broadly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. As my fingers closed about his cock and pulled it toward my slavering mouth he chuckled if you be part of every deal I makes with your daddy girl I's going to have to work twenty hours a day just to break even.

Over the next fifty minutes or so as first the negro and then one after the other each of the sweat soaked smelly Hispanic’s stepped before me I eagerly took their dirty cocks into my mouth.

As hungrily as a baby feeding at its mother’s tit I sucked and slobbered on each filthy cock in turn as it was presented to me. And just as a man that is dying of thirst when given a drink of water I unashamedly greedily drank my fill as each mans spunk flooded my mouth.

Only when together with the last mans groans of the nasty slut's mouth is like a suction pump together with his hands pushing against my forehead and his cock being forcefully pulled from between my lips did my efforts cease.

By 4:13 with the exception of but myself and my father-in-law the job site was a ghost town.

What I had felt that afternoon as well as on many another occasion was nothing as compared to that which I was feeling at that moment. Daddy was proud of me. He was proud of his little girl because without question or hesitation I had obeyed his wishes.

But more then just being proud of me he was pleased as well. He was pleased that because of me he had gotten a substantial discount off the negro’s and mexicans labors. And now because of that he was rewarding me in ways that money never could.

Savagely, animalisticly he thrust into me and as he did so seething words of degradation spewed from his mouth. Yet strangely I felt no shame for I was his to treat and to do with how so ever it pleased him.

My warbling words of affirmation were testament to that as again and again and yet again he thrust powerfully and deeply into me. With each bone jarring thrust into me my warbling moans of pleasure became higher and more feverish.

It mattered not that my screams of rapture might be heard by my sweet daddy’s wife of thirty some years. Nor did it matter that my two little girls, his grand daughters, who were sleeping in the bedroom across from mine, might hear.

All that mattered was my loving daddy’s thick, long, wonderful cock and the pleasure he was giving me. Pleasure such as his son had never been able to do in the seven years of our marriage. Pleasures such as the scores of others that I had allowed to climb atop me at my loving daddy's behest hadn't been able to give.

Together with a last savage growl he pulled my quivering spastic petite body to his. Then with a last grinding roll of his loins he flooded my womb with his boiling thick seed. The same wonderful glorious seed that had been responsible for the birth of my eldest daughter.

Fifteen, twenty minutes later after I had lovingly cleaned all traces of our lovemaking from his beautiful cock he climbed from my bed. For a minute he stood over me tenderly caressing my cheek while I for my part looked long and adoringly into his eyes.

"Your husband will be home tomorrow Samantha" he muttered. "Make his weekend an enjoyable one if he ain’t to tired." Then turning from me he walked silently from my room and back to his wife.

on. We had the wildest sex we had ever had once she shared everything with me. We decided that we wanted to try swinging.

Kelly was excited but very nervous. We found out about a club via a swingers magazine. Once we decided to go, she went out and got some very sexy clothing and off we went. Once we got there, things were going pretty slow. We did not know how to meet people, so they had a "Spoon Dance". This is where you start on the dance floor together and someone brings a spoon on the dance floor and taps you with it. You change dance partners and when the music stops, you have to put in a quarter in the pot. It is a great ice breaker. I began to notice that Kelly was enjoying dancing with as many guys and she could. She was a little drunk so she was grinding her crotch into theirs. After the dance was over with a number of couples invited us back to their table. We went back to the table and we talked more. One of the ladies suggested that we all get into the hot tub. We all got undressed and I noticed Kelly staring at the cocks of all of these guys. We got in (naked of course) and she was on the other side of the hot tub sitting between two guys. Their wives were sitting on either side of me. We were all talking and laughing when I looked over at Kelly and her eyes were closed. She was breathing heavy and I noticed her hands were under the water in each guys crotch. One of the guys was fingering her. She opened her eyes and looked at me and I told her to enjoy herself. One of the guys sat up on the edge of the hot tub with his cock standing straight up facing her mouth. She grabbed his cock and began sucking on it. She is such a good cock sucker that he had to tell her to slow down or he was going to cum. The other guy lifted her up so her ass was facing him and he put his cock in her pussy from behind. The two women went over and began sucking on her tits and playing with her ass. After a few minutes we all were getting to hot so we decided to go to the orgy room. We dryed off and almost ran to the room. Kelly could not get enough of the guys cock. She almost knocked him down and starting sucking on him again. This time, the other guy came up beside her and put his cock next to her mouth. She took turns sucking both cocks. I did not realize how many people were in the room, but I noticed another guy come up from behind her and put his cock in her. He fucked her until she came and he shot his load inside her. One of the women got behind her and sucked the cum out of her pussy. This was too much for one of the guys and he shot his load into her mouth. She loves cum and could not get enough of it. The other guy saw this happening and could not hold back. He shot his load all over her face and tongue. Kelly was now on fire. She wanted to fuck and suck anyone near her. She grabbed one of the women sitting beside her and went down on her. I did not know she was bi, but man am I glad she is. She licked and sucked and kissed this woman until she exploded at least three times. Once she was done we all got into a sucking/fucking circle. We began sucking and fucking everyone in the room. We would go for a few minutes and someone would yell "Switch" and that is what we did. It was unbelievable. In all Kelly either sucked or fucked 5 guys and 4 women. When we were done, we all went and took showers. Kelly was still really horny and she said she was not ready to go. We walked into the back hallway and noticed a lot of people watching two couples fucking. She sat at the edge of the bed and watched. I stood back and watched her. As she was sitting there, a guy in just a towel came up to her and I noticed she stuck her hand up under the towel. He dropped his towel and she began sucking him. It did not take him long and he shot his load deep into her throat. I had not noticed, but another guy had slid under her and was fucking her laying on his back and she was sitting on him while she sucked off this guy. When she was done sucking, she went to town fucking the other guy. She pumped his cock with her hot pussy until he exploded in her. She leaned down and kissed the guy and then walked over to me. She said while she was getting fucked by this guy another guys said he had some friends that wanted to meet her. I said lets go and we followed them back to another room. There was 6 guys in there. Kelly eyes got so big. She jumped on the bed and said "Who's First". It took no time for one of the guys to jump on and start pounding the shit out of her. She was screaming and he got ready to cum and she looked up at him and said "Cum on my Tits". He pulled out and shot a huge load on her belly and tits. She went nuts. The next guy came up and said he wanted to fuck her from behind. She got on her knees and he began to fuck her. She looked over at another guy and motioned for him to put his dick in her mouth. She was getting fucked from behind and in her mouth. She is so good that she got both guys to cum at the same time. She opened her mouth a little and let some of the cum drip out of her mouth for my enjoyment. The next guy came up and said he wanted to know if he and his friend could both put their cocks in her pussy at the sametime. She was so wet and horny that she jumped at the chance. One of the guys laid on his back and she climbed on. She leaned forward so the other guy could get his cock in her as well. She had never done this and I think this was the most excited she had ever been. She was screaming and yelling in excitement. It did not take long for these guys and they both shot their loads into Kelly. She rolled off of them and layed down looking exhausted. Each guy gave her a kiss by and thanked me and walked out. Kelly looked at me and said, you know, there is one man I have not fucked tonight. She grabbed me and we had one of the greatest fuck sessions we ever had. I came so hard she almost hit the bed post. Kelly said it was the wildest sex night of her life but she was willing to try and top it sometime at a later date. She does try and I will share with you at a later time. This is true story. Please comment on it. Thanks

as the perfect employee.

Pattie and I were about the same age, though I can't say I felt as close to her as Bryan did to Troy. There was always something about her that made me keep a little distance. I was never really sure why they took up with us. I always had the teeniest sense that Pattie thought she was above us. I could tell that she really enjoyed the fact that Bryan worked for Troy, and she liked to remind us, very subtly of course, that she was being very generous by being our friend.

Not to say we weren't friends. We certainly were, or at least I thought we were. We shared all kinds of things, but I never could really trust her. I remember one time she asked about my sex life, and I told her it was pretty normal and she said she meant other than my husband. I was kind of shocked. When I told her that Bryan was the only guy I'd ever been with, she just sort of made this face that said I was so not cool. "Frigid?" she said with a laugh that I knew was meant to disguise her utter disdain for me. She reminded me so much of all the popular girls I remember from high school who would be friends to your face and just cut you into little pieces when you weren't around if they thought you didn't believe what they did.

High school was not a favorite memory for me or for Bryan. Neither of us were part of the popular crowd, like Troy and Pattie had obviously been. Bryan wasn't the least bit athletic in high school, though he always wanted to be. He wasn't cute or handsome and didn't have much of a body. It wasn't that he was skinny or fat; he was just pretty much average. He didn't have a car or nice clothes and he certainly didn't have money or an extroverted personality. Of the things that make kids popular, he really had nothing. But I liked him a lot for his kind of funky charm and self deprecation. We were boyfriend and girlfriend from our sophomore year. We never dated anybody but each other. We were both virgins when we got married right out of high school.

I wasn't really much in high school either. I guess I had more friends and certainly got asked out more than Bryan, but I wouldn't consider myself part of the popular crowd. I didn't have that cute little bouncy look everyone admired in those days. I was one of those girls that parents would say was going to be "stunning" when she grew up. Well, I never believed that and none of my friends paid any attention to it either. Who cared what you were going to be! As it turned out, I guess the parents must have been right. Just a few years out of high school, I did change quite a bit, though I'm still not sure why or how. True, I started to wear my hair differently, got contacts, and began to dress in clothes that accentuated my figure rather than the baggy shapeless things I liked in school, but still, I was surprised at the apparent transformation. I guess I first started to notice a difference while we were still living in New Orleans. I become aware that more and more guys were turning around to look again when I'd walk past. Some just openly stared. I got whistles walking by construction sites (but then what girl doesn't), and I started to get hit on a lot at work or even just shopping downtown, though it took me a long time to realize it.

I remember one time so vividly. I was in a supermarket in the Garden District just going about my business when this really nice looking guy comes up to me and tells me that he just had to tell me how "hot" I look, all the time staring right at my chest. I wasn't wearing anything very sexy, just shorts and a scoop-neck top that was maybe a teeny bit small. He could see from the ring on my finger that I was married, but he still asked me if I "date." I just smiled and walked away. I was kind of flustered, but also strangely excited by it all. Very excited, as a matter of fact. I started to notice similar sorts of things happening a lot after that.

When I told Bryan about it later that night, I was astonished at his reaction. I expected that he'd at the least raise his eyebrows and at the most get jealous, but instead he got all excited and had me retell the encounter, what there was of it, over and over. I got the sense that he was even a little disappointed that more didn't happen. I realized that he wanted me to be more turned on by the guy and what he said than he thought I was. Actually, I was excited myself, but was too shy to say so. I knew that was silly and that I should have told him how aroused I really was. So I decided I would embellish the story a little. That night in bed, he asked about it again, and this time I did add a little more spice to the story than what had really happened. I told him that as I turned to leave, the guy put his hand low on my hip, turned me towards him, and asked for my telephone number. I said I smiled and said maybe next time and slowly walked away, turning back to smile every few steps. We had very good sex that night!

That little encounter became an important part of our sex life. Bryan wanted me to promise that if that should happen again that I would give the guy my number or, even better from his point of view, that I would encourage him in some other way, like flirt openly with him. The idea that excited him the very most was for me to let the guy actually touch me intimately. I promised I would, though nothing like that ever happened again, except in Bryan's fantasy. The funny thing is, I really did want to. I just never had the courage. I was brought up to be a "good girl."

Unfortunately for Bryan, though my appearance had changed considerably for the better as I got older, if men's comments, stares, and come ons were any indication, Bryan had remained pretty much the nondescript character he had been in high school. He was very proud of the change in me, however. I think he felt having a good looking wife made him more of a man. He used to call me his "trophy wife," but only in private. He used to like to compare me to Troy's wife, Pattie. He would tell me that Troy's wife was a little less pretty and not as sexy as I was. I think it was the one way, probably the only way, in his mind, that he could feel at all superior to Troy. In Bryan's eyes, Troy was a player, and I think it made him feel confident and a little proud that he had me and Troy didn't. That's probably why he always wanted me to flirt with Troy, to prove he couldn't get me, I guess. Sad thing is, Pattie could string Bryan around her finger in a minute, and everyone but Bryan knew it. Still, in private, Bryan liked to insist on how much more attractive to guys I was than Pattie. Guys are sooo strange!

Truthfully, though, Pattie and I were physically very much alike, especially when dressed. I guess she likes her everyday clothes to be a little more revealing than I do, but our bodies look pretty much the same. We both have blonde hair and blue eyes. Mine tend to a greener shade than Pattie's and my hair needs a rinse to stay blonde. She insists hers is totally natural. It isn't, I can assure you. We both have really big boobs, though I know from trips to the spa that hers are just slightly larger, though mine probably seem bigger because they are rounder and much, much firmer. Her nipples are larger, and after two kids, brown. Mine are smaller and very pink. My waist, to use Pattie's words, is "impossibly small," though she is by no means much larger.
I think we would both say that our best feature, however, is our round hips and perky butts, and our long and shapely legs, which especially in heels, make a dramatically alluring package. ("Dramatically alluring!"...God, I sound so much like Pattie when I talk like that.) Our big difference, at least in Pattie's mind, is that I keep myself totally shaved, something that Bryan wanted initially, but which I've come to like myself quite a bit. Pattie keeps hers "closely trimmed." Pattie has never commented on me being shaved, except to arch her eyebrows, but I can tell she doesn't think much of it and probably tells her friends about it. I'm sure she thinks it's rather trailer park.

Pattie likes to flirt with Bryan, though I know she'd never do anything with him. That would ruin the power trip for her. Frankly, she plays him like a musical instrument, and the poor little sap just goes along. I never say anything about it because, truthfully, I don't see a lot of harm in it and it is a good boost for his ego…which needs boosting! As a matter of fact, it's Bryan's ego that sort of led us into the lifestyle we've been fooling with for the last three or four months. Bryan likes me to get dressed up as sexy as possible and then go to a club or bar and flirt a little and make some guy (or guys) think they have a chance with me. Bryan comes to the bar a little later, watches for a while, and then he comes on to me and, of course, ends up "winning" me and taking me home. He wants me to dress and act like a seductress that only he can tame.  Weird, I know.

But I don't mind. It's kind of fun a lot of the time. I like being kind of wild and reckless like that some times. It's exhilarating. The only bad part is that it's just never, ever quite enough for Bryan. When we're home in bed after a night out, he'll tell me that he wishes I would dress a little sexier next time or let the guys go a little further than I do. My God, I don't know how I could possibly dress much sexier without being totally naked. The last couple of times we've gone out my skirt was so short it barely covered my butt and my top was so tight and cut so low I could barely keep myself inside. In fact, while dancing with a guy just a few months ago, one boob actually popped right out! Bryan did like that! (When I told him about it in bed, I did too! Hee hee.) His latest idea is that I should let guys feel me up when I dance with them or let them put their hands under my dress while we're sitting at the bar. He's pretty disappointed that I just can't get myself to go that far, though in bed I always promise I'll do it next time. I always really intend to, but I always get too nervous when the guy actually starts to touch me to actually do what Bryan wants. Which is why what happened recently is so hard to explain.

On Bryan's twenty-seventh birthday late last month, Pattie and Troy wanted to take us to this hot club that they'd recently discovered to celebrate. When the day arrived, Pattie asked if it was all right if a good friend of hers from high school who was visiting for the weekend, a guy named Aaron, could join us. He seemed like a nice guy. Kind of quiet, almost mysterious, and strangely attractive in that way that's so difficult to account for. He was obviously extremely confident and had a way of looking at you that suggested he was interested but not enough to do anything about it. A definite challenge for a woman!

Being as it was Bryan's birthday, I decided that as a special surprise I would try my very best to act out what I could of his little fantasy. I would be as close to his little wet dream as I could be without embarrassing him in front of Pattie and Bryan and their friend Aaron. I knew it wasn't likely I could actually let anyone go as far as Bryan wanted, but I was going to seriously try. I mean I really was. I was going to dress as alluringly as possible and go as far as I could. If nothing happened, I would just make up a story, tell him that I had let a guy touch me. Maybe I'd say Aaron did, since he was a "stranger."

That particular evening was like sauna, so I decided to wear a thin little silk midriff camisole, whose scoop neck was maybe just a teeny bit too low and maybe a size too small as well. The thread-like spaghetti straps looked like they would likely burst under the force of my boobs straining against the thin, see-through fabric. The last time I had worn it, Bryan told me it was the hottest top I owned. A natural choice, then! A thought about wearing this seriously tight and tiny micro, micro mini that Bryan had bought for me last year from some erotic fashion site on line, but when I tried it on, I had serious doubts.  It was the tiniest thing I had ever seen.  The waist was worn half way down my hips and the hem ended a half an inch below my butt.   It was more like a belt than a skirt!  I would have to wear pantries with it because I could not sit down without exposing myself completely.  And I do me completely!  But when I tried it on and   looked at myself in that teeny micro mini and sheer top, I saw somebody I didn't know.  For some strange reason it excited me and I decided on the spot that I would wear the skirt.  And without panties! 
I remember Bryan getting all excited about a pair of five inch ankle-strap pumps I'd worn earlier that summer.  He said he loved the way my boobs bounced when I walked in them, so that was another easy choice.  So there I was in fuck me shoes, a skirt about the size of a small belt, a virtually see-thru camisole, and absolutely nothing else.  I never looked or felt sexier.
I was going to tell Bryan when we left that I was wearing nothing at all underneath this teeny micro micro that might get in the way of any hands that wanted to explore my body, so I was completely "accessible"! Which was his favorite fantasy-sex word.

The whole ensemble was probably really right on the boarder of sexy and outrageous (or maybe illegal!), but I really wanted to wear it and I was pretty sure I could pull it off okay. I could see Bryan was maybe a little hesitant about the way I was dressed at first, but I was pretty sure either I or a couple of drinks could change his mind pretty quickly. As it turned out, all it took was the look on Troy's face when he first saw me to make things right. He was nearly leering, which I could tell pleased Bryan immensely. I could see his mood change instantly. He was just so proud to have his "bitch" on his arm. The one bitch Tony couldn't have. I just completely relaxed after that.

I was pleased too, because this night was special in other ways as well. We had been trying to get me pregnant for over a year, and tonight my temperature said I would be at my peak fertility. Bryan has a low sperm count, so we have to make sure we make love during these peak periods. For Bryan, and I guess even for me, those times when we have to perform had become pretty much unerotic, and the last five or six times we tried seemed more like an obligation than a good time. I really wanted Bryan to enjoy me tonight. I had a sense that this could be the night I got pregnant, and I wanted it to be special. I was going to try my best to do enough on this night out to convince Bryan that I had been his erotic dream slut. In bed that night, his fantasy would turn into wild, wild sex! His birthday was going to be most special. The sexy outfit and the little slut wearing it were going to guarantee it.

As a surprise treat for the birthday boy, Troy had decided to take out the Shelby Cobra Mustang that he had been restoring for ayear for the first time.  Bryan was elated. He loved that car and talked about it constantly.  He had piles of magazines and books devoted to it, so this was really something special. Frankly, I wasn't sure I could stand up to the competition.

So with Troy and Pattie in the front seat, and Aaron, me, and a very, very excited Bryan in the back, we set off for the club Pattie and Troy had picked out. There is simply no room in the back seat of a Mustang, I can assure you, but there  seemed to be even less room in the back seat than I expected, until I realized that Aaron was sitting rather close to me, so close I could feel the heat from his leg burning against mine. I realized too that Bryan was sort of nudging me in Aaron's direction as well. It was strangely exciting.  We were all like literally wedged together.

I felt (and I guess was) nearly naked in the backseat in that skimpy outfit. I kept tugging at my tiny little skirt, but every turn we took caused it to ride right back up my thigh. When I realized after a while that Bryan was slyly helping it slither up my leg, I decided since it was his special birthday, I'd just let it happen. With Bryan's assistance, my skirt was soon within a fraction of an inch of showing everything. I just let it be. It wasn't nearly as hard to do as I thought. I could literally feel Bryan's excitement and could see the beginning of an erection pushing against his pants. That was a good omen, I thought!

Aaron, on the other hand, seemed completely nonchalant, but I did noticed him looking surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye nonetheless. It's funny how that excited me. I crossed and uncrossed my legs a few times which was just enough to push the dress that fraction of an inch higher necessary to reveal all. Without looking, I could tell that my cute little shaved pussy was peeking just below the hem of my skirt. I felt Aaron press himself a little harder against me. My heart started to beat as hard as Bryan's. I hoped my increasingly erect nipples straining against the thin silk of my camisole weren't as conspicuous as I feared.

The club was as good as Pattie and Troy had promised. The band was energetic, the crowd young and lively, and the atmosphere dark and tinged with the erotic. I was a little surprised, shocked really, when Pattie asked later in the evening if I wanted a little Ecstasy in my drink. I just shook my head no. But when she gave me that "oh, aren't we just the good girl" look and told me that she and Troy took it all the time and that they loved it, I thought, what the heck, why not. A couple of girlfriends I knew in high school had tried it and they all said it was a lot of fun. I had heard that Ecstasy put you in a good mood and made you feel mildly erotic, so I thought that might be just the thing to help me be a little more the girl Bryan wanted tonight. I turned to Pattie and said that I had changed my mind. She just smiled at me and said, "Good thing, darling, 'cause your first drink was loaded with it!" and just burst out laughing.

Bryan and I danced a bit, but I could tell that what he really wanted this night, the thing that got him most excited, was when I danced with Troy or Aaron. And maybe because of the Ecstasy, I don't know, or maybe the drinks, or maybe just the whole mood of the evening, that's what I wanted to do, too. In fact, I wanted to dance with as many guys as I could. I wanted guys to look at me. I wanted to get them excited! I was glad I had decided to dress so spectacularly sexy. I felt so seductive, so carnal, and really for the very first time in my life, just so totally uninhibited. Thanks to a combination of things, Bryan was going to have his slut wife tonight! Or at least that's what I honestly hoped to be.

Pattie turned out to be surprisingly helpful, dancing with Bryan a lot, which was unusual, since she normally will just get him excited after a dance or two and then ignore him the rest of the evening. She actually encouraged both Troy and Aaron to dance with me. That seemed strange to me, but Bryan was so obviously enjoying it, I gladly went along.

Aaron was by far the best dancer I had been with in a long, long time, something I really, really appreciate. I love to dance, and it might sound conceited, but I know I'm good. I also know how hard it is to find a partner who can bring the good dancer out in you. Aaron could do that, especially that night.

For me dancing is extremely erotic, in some ways as good as sex. I think the way we were dancing must have enhanced all the other erotic stimulants surging through my body, and during one of the few slow dances we danced, I guess I made that pretty evident to him. I didn't move his hand when he placed it lightly on my breast, and when I felt his growing erection moving against my thigh, I just completely melted into him, pushing my swelling breasts against his chest and just grinding my hips into his like some common whore. I wanted him to kiss me. Desperately so. Dancing, drinks, and Ecstasy had brought me to near abandon. Toward the end of the dance, he put both hands under my skirt, obviously exposing me to the entire dance floor. I wanted to be exposed. I think I would have let him undress me if he wanted. Well, at least I would have something truly erotic to tell Bryan, I rationalized, as we walked back to our table.  I had actually done what he wanted.  I had let someone touch me in an intimate way.

We left the club about 2:00 A.M., and to Bryan's total shock and joy, Troy offered to let him drive the Cobra. What a great present for Bryan! I was a little surprised when Pattie got in the front seat with him, but I was frankly tipsy and excited enough not to worry overly about it. Besides, I frankly didn't think it would be all that bad to be sitting beside Troy and Aaron...Aaron, especially. I would make it all part of the fantasy that I would tell Bryan about in bed that night.
We all squeezed into the back seat again, but this time, because Troy is so much bigger than Bryan, there was just no room at all.  So I knelt on the floor and leaned over the front seat. I was bit drunk, true, and had convinced myself that it would be just a little too erotic to find myself squeezed between Troy and Aaron (whom I was getting to like too much, I knew). But in truth, I had this overwhelming urge to be looked at. So instead, I leaned over the front seat and innocently showed my cute little ass to Aaron and Troy in the back seat and my boobs to Bryan in the rear view mirror. I was being such a provocative little cock tease, I know. But that's all I really intended to be—a tease! I just wanted to be arousing enough make Bryan's birthday fantasy believable. That's what I told myself, anyway. And anyway, what could happen in this tiny backseat.

So you can imagine how shocked I was suddenly to feel a hand stroking the inside of my thigh. I saw Bryan looking at me in the rearview mirror, but he was looking at what I wanted him too, my boobs hanging half out of the tiny camisole. I saw Pattie look, too, but I frankly didn't care at the moment. I had to quickly decide about the hand. I realized from the position of the guys in the car that the hand fondling the inside of my thigh had to be Aaron's. Obviously, I should immediately have reached back and quietly removed his hand, but then again, I thought in the haze of too many drinks and the erotic intoxication of Ecstasy, that this is what Bryan always asks me to do. He says he wants a stranger to touch me, and Aaron is a stranger. So why not? Tonight, I would just let it be.

Sensing no resistance from me, Aaron's hand continued to explore the inner flesh of my thigh. He moved his hand to the back of my leg, slithering tentatively higher and higher, until he found my bare butt and slowly but steadily began tugging my skirt up. And still, I didn't resist. The exhibitionist in me wanted both of them to see my body. Exhilaration surged through my body when Aaron finally slipped my skirt up over my hips. I was nude from the waist down for Tony and Aaron to see. 

With my tiny skirt now bunched at my waist, Aaron deftly moved his hand again to the inside of my thigh and gently began to nudge my legs open. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but if it didn't go much further than this, I reasoned, (and I didn't think it would, not in the car with Troy right there beside us), Bryan would be very excited about it later that night. So I gave into to the pressure of his hand and parted my legs slightly for him.

It appeared, however, that my idea about what might and might not happen was proving to be completely wrong. I knew Aaron wouldn't be surprised to find me pantiless and shaved. After all, I had given him quite a show on the way to the club earlier in the evening and he had actually felt my bare butt on the dance floor. But I imagine he was surprised to discover my legs opening so easily. So was I. I realized that if his hand moved just a tiny bit higher, he would also discover a rather wet pussy, shaved smooth as polished silk.
He found that an instant later. Again, I didn't protest. The second I felt his hand cup my pussy, I knew I really did have to make a decision. What would Bryan like to have happen and what, on the other hand, would put him in a jealous fit. From our many, many very erotic bedroom conversations, I knew he would get turned on by a stranger touching me—as I said, I had promised to do it so many times and never, ever had the courage to follow through—so I thought that maybe this would be the time. Tonight, given the mood I was in, I thought I could give him at least that part of his fantasy. After all, it was his birthday. And Aaron was a stranger. And I did feel brave. I decided, I would let his hand stay where it was. Just for a second or two, though! I had convinced myself that I was doing this all of Bryan.

Again sensing no opposition on my part, Aaron's hands began roaming freely over my ass and up and down the insides of my legs. My skirt remained bunched up over my hips, exposing my pert little bottom to him and Troy both. Turning my head slightly, I saw Troy grinning at Pattie. I realized that she could see my skirt up over my hips, too. I hoped she couldn't see what her high school friend was doing to me. I was probably too far gone for it to matter, though.

"How's everything going back there," Bryan grinned, obviously thrilled to be behind the wheel of that over-powered sports car of his dreams. I could tell he was kind of high and a little turned on by the car…and in no little part by having Pattie in the front seat with her skirt hiked up high on her thighs and enough of her boob peeking out from her dress to make driving dangerous. I wondered if she was wearing panties. Everyone in the car except Bryan could see I wasn't!

Aaron, growing less cautious, began to part my labia and delicately to stroke my clit. I had never been touched quite like that. Shivers ran up and down my spine. My body was on fire. Aaron definitely knew how to please a woman! I really thought I might pass out from the base emotions engulfing me.

"Everybody having fun?" Bryan laughed

"Oh, I think we all are," Pattie laughed back. "Aren't we, Candy?"

"Oh, gobs," I said, getting a little worried now as Aaron's finger began to slip in and out of my embarrassingly wet pussy.  I probably wouldn't tell Bryan this.

"Candy's probably having more fun than all of us," Pattie said, looking back at me to watch Aaron's finger sliding so easily in and out of me. Leaning provocatively over toward my husband and letting her boobs brush against his shoulders, she added with a giggle, "cause she's had the most to drink." And I heard Pattie and Troy just burst out laughing. "Are you having fun, too, Aaron?" she asked.

Aaron didn't answer. He was obviously intent on something else! I opened my legs a little wider for him.

I sensed him shift his weight slightly towards the center of the seat. A second later, he began to gently pull me over to the left, as if he were lining me up. I realized he must be directly below me now, and wanted me to sit on his lap. He was beginning to pull me harder and harder down toward him. It was going to be difficult to resist for long without making a spectacle of myself.

In my excited haze, I decided what could it hurt. Bryan would get all turned on when I told him I sat on the guy's lap, particularly since he knew I had no panties on. We'd have great sex out of it. So I gave in and slowly let him pull me back onto his lap.

You can imagine how I felt when I realized he was lowering me not onto his lap, but directly onto his very, very hard cock! I just froze. I tried to hold back. My God, I couldn't let him fuck me with Bryan inches away! The head of his dick was actually brushing against my labia before I managed the strength to stop. Unfortunately, with my skirt pushed up above my hips now, which I certainly couldn't let Bryan see, I was in a terrible dilemma. I couldn't rise up and get away from Aaron for fear Bryan would see my state of undress, and I most certainly couldn't push down. And then fate decided the matter once and for all.

Driving a little too fast, Bryan hit a big dip in the road. The car took a tremendous bounce, lifting my bare ass in the air and dropping me straight down right onto Aaron's perfectly positioned cock! In an instant, I was sitting squarely on his lap with my eyes and mouth wide open in total amazement...and with Aaron's iron hard, ridged rod driven deep, deep inside me. In an instant I had been penetrated far, far deeper than Bryan's cock had or could ever manage! I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.

I remember it all so vividly. I see it in slow motion in my memory now, even though it happened in less than half a second, I suppose. I can still feel Aaron's beautiful cock slipping in so easily to the depth that Bryan normally goes, and then, a tiny hesitation, and oh my god, the incredible experience of my pussy being opened deeper and deeper and deeper than it had ever been! By the time my ass had slammed down into his lap, I felt I had been impaled on a telephone pole. I dropped my head on the back of the front seat and bit my lip to keep from screaming out. I had never experienced anything like Aaron's gigantic rod completely stuffed up inside of me, never knew there was anything like that to experience. And what was worse, I was starting to climax!

"Anything wrong, Honey?" Bryan asked from the from the front seat.

"No, I'm just feeling a little dizzy...from the drinks, I guess," I mumbled or moaned, I don't know which.

"Yeah, those drinks can get way deep inside you, can't they, Candy," Pattie said, grinning her stupid head off and putting her hand on Bryan's thigh. I turned my head to glare at her, but at that moment, Aaron slipped his hand under my ass, lifted and adjusted me slightly, and dropped me back down on his engorged cock It was just enough to put me over the edge. His beautiful tool was exploring regions of my vagina that no other man had ever discovered. I felt almost like a virgin as Aaron's rod parted layer after layer of unused pussy. I started to cum so hard. I couldn't completely stifle a moan. Thank God for the CD player and for Metallica being a loud band.

"Are we coming to our house soon?" Pattie said to Bryan, grinning and emphasizing "coming." Both she and Troy laughed so hard at that. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to want Aaron to stop, but what I desperately wanted was for him to fuck me even harder. I realized quickly that Pattie could see Aaron fucking me, and had, I came to believe, probably encouraged it. I just hoped above all that Bryan would never know that inches behind his back, his wife was having her cunt filled with the most magnificent erection she had ever felt.

Somehow, in my lecherous, drug induced frenzy, I had let Aaron pull the straps of my camisole down my shoulders and to twist my swollen tits free. He was using them now as handles to steady me as he guided his magnificent fuck tool deeper inside me. I was too far gone to care that Troy had joined in, rubbing the inside of my thigh and pulling my legs apart so Pattie could get a better view from the front seat and Aaron could have even easier penetration. I didn't feel any anxiety at all now, though God knows I should have. This was just the most incredible experience of my life. Each bump in the road would force Aaron deeper into me and drive me absolutely crazy.

"You're not getting sick, are you Honey?" Bryan asked.

"Oh, she's pretty sick, all right," Troy laughed

"Way, way sick," Pattie added. "Drive faster," she said to Bryan. "I love to watch what happens when the car hits those dips in the road," she intoned breathlessly.

It was sick, I know, but by then I was so into Aaron's fabulous cock revisiting areas of my vagina that no man other than he had ever been that I couldn't even reply. I, too, wished that Bryan would find every single dip in the road!

"Do you want me to pull over a sec," Bryan said, turning the CD down and slowing a little bit.

I had to do something then. Oh my God. I had to snap out of this sex induced delirium. I quickly tugged the top of my camisole back up, though I mysteriously let the straps hang down my shoulders, and pulled myself back up straight. Only my nipples kept the top from falling back down to my waist.

"No, I'm fine. Really. Don't worry. Everything is fine," I said smiling. But I couldn't stop rocking back and forth on Aaron's beautiful love rod. "Just a little high from the drinks." And at that very moment I felt Aaron's engorged cock begin to pulse and throb and suddenly begin to flood my pussy with what seemed like endless gallons of hot, burning cum.

Each forceful burst deep in my very, very receptive cunt drove me to paroxysms of pleasure. I had to lower my head again to muffle the most extraordinary climax I have ever experienced. Like miles away I seemed to hear Pattie saying "Oh, yes, everything is fine, really fine! Just keep driving," and just laughing and laughing.

When Aaron pulled out of me, I started to sit up before I realized that he had again managed to pull my camisole all the way down to my waist. He was plunging two fingers deep into my vagina and spooning his cum out of my sopping pussy. Pushing my head below the seat, he began to feed it to me. I licked it up greedily. I felt like such a whore. I had to pretend to Bryan that I was lowering my head to keep from being sick. The sensation of swallowing Aaron's delicious cum was nearly as wonderful as the extraordinary climax I had not yet completely recovered from.

Suddenly, I realized that Aaron was lifting and moving me over toward Troy. I had a definite feeling that Troy was going to fuck me now too. All I could think was, "Please, God, don't let Bryan see this."
I needn't have worried. Pattie had him completely mesmerized. He couldn't take his eyes off of Pattie, with her skirt now pushed clear to the top of her thighs and her boobs now more than half out of her dress as she squirmed around on the seat beside him. She was obviously very excited herself. I wondered if Pattie wanted Troy to fuck me. And if so, why.

I knew that what was about to happen was so wrong. How could Troy be thinking of doing his friend's wife, especially with him right there in front of him completely unaware? I could blame the drugs, I guess, but in truth, I can't really offer any excuse for myself except that the memory of Aaron's fabulous rod so deep inside me just made me so completely receptive that I couldn't resist at all. When Troy lowered me onto his waiting cock, I offered no resistance, none at all. I opened my legs and  quietly began to moan.

Oh my god! Troy's dick forcing its way into my cunt seemed even fatter than Aaron's and every bit as long. Were the two of them normal? Was Bryan's cock just small? With Troy grunting as his dick strained to stretch the walls of my vagina to accommodate his fat cock, I thought Bryan must surely know what was being done to his wife. But Pattie had managed to capture Bryan's total attention now, and when she turned the CD to full volume, Troy just went wild on me.

I tried to control him at first. I couldn't believe Bryan wouldn't see or hear Troy hammering my pussy. But eventually I just gave in. I lowered my head and raised my ass, spread my legs completely open for him, and eagerly accepted Troy's fat pile driver plunging again and again into my willing cunt. Aaron reached over and began pull hard on my nipples while Troy pulled my legs back on the seat and proceeded to fill my quivering fuck hole with his luscious meat. In wild abandon, I met his every thrust. Seconds later, Bryan's good friend had swamped his wife's pussy with another enormous load of cum. And Bryan's wife found herself in the throes of another incredible climax.

I don't know how I got myself back together before we pulled into Pattie and Troy's garage. Getting out, I heard Bryan say to Aaron, "Hey, what'd I tell you.  Great piece of ass, eh," and sawn Aaron give him a thumps up.  I smiled at them both, wanting desperately to go home with both of them and have them refill my yearning pussy with their luscious meat.
I knew I had to pretend to Bryan to be sick so we could go right home. Funny, Bryan's wife was finally his perfect slut-whore fantasy, and he had completely missed it.  He didn't get the birthday present he wanted, the present that was performing wild sex right there behind him in the back seat of that little Mustang.  Now, I surely couldn't let him make love to a pussy filled with Aaron's and his best friend's cum! I did feel sort of bad, though, and I promised myself that I would make it up to him the next day.  And then I turned over and fell asleep with visions of the two magnificent tools that had just plowed and seeded Bryan's fertile field.

Part Two:

After a shower the next morning, I tried to make it up to Bryan. I told him that I had sat on Aaron's lap and that I had let him go so far as to feel my tits and ass—through my clothes, of course, not bare. It was enough. Bryan got very aroused and fucked me as well as he could with his equipment, I guess. It was hard not to fantasize about Aaron and Troy plundering my pussy, but Bryan was happy, and though I was a tiny bit hung over, the memory of last night made me happy, too.

Pattie and Troy had invited us, along with a number of others, to an afternoon barbecue and swim party the next day. Bryan was still quite turned on by our morning love making and my "slut" story. He told me he hoped I'd try to be a little slutty this afternoon, too. He wanted me to wear this skimpy string bikini I bought but didn't wear on vacation last year. There was a good reason for that. The whole thing was about the size of a postage stamp! The thong bottom covered about an inch of my pussy and absolutely none of my ass. The bra covered my nipples, but barely. And I do mean barely! I honestly thought that would be way too much for the neighborhood, but feeling guilty about last night, I did want to please my husband. After he agreed to let me wear a sarong over it, I agreed. I promised to spend a lot of time jumping in and out of the pool. That seemed to satisfy him.

We walked over to Pattie and Troy's around 4:00. Troy greeted us at the door, pointed Bryan to the bar, and pulled me aside.

"I just want to thank you for last night and tell you what a really great piece you are, Candy," he said quite sincerely, I thought.

Sincere or not, I was really like totally shocked that he would be so blatant. I didn't know what to say, so I just mumbled "Thank you," and began turning red.

"Aaron and I both thought your pussy was so tight that we were wondering wonder if Bryan actually used it" he laughed. "You sure know how to use it, though," he added, smirking. "I loved the way you opened up for me."

All I could do was stammer something that I don't even remember. Something stupid like "Oh, I'm glad." I was totally, totally unnerved, and turning redder and redder.

"Pattie said you'd probably be pretty easy," he added, "but I gotta admit I was surprised at just how easy! I'll want a return visit real soon," he grinned, putting his hand on my ass and rubbing it.

I was just mortified. I was so shocked I hardly knew what to say. Turning beet red, I could think of nothing to say but another utterly vapid remark, like "Oh, okay.  Great." But I certainly had no intention of letting anything like last night happen again. I couldn't understand what had happened to me. But still, the awful, awful thing was that, way deep inside, I was truly happy that I had pleased him! I hoped that Aaron would feel the same way Troy did. God, what is wrong with me!

Bryan was already at the bar having a vodka tonic when I came out onto what Pattie calls the "cabana." A lot of people were there already, some from the neighborhood, Pattie said, but most of whom I didn't know. We're still pretty new in the neighborhood and I assumed that many of the folks there were friends from Troy's work. A lot of "strangers," I thought, determined to give Bryan his sex fantasy.

Bryan must have been thinking the same thing, because almost immediately he was encouraging me to take the sarong off. I wasn't quite ready for that, but I did loosen it enough to show a lot of thigh and an ample portion of boob.

Bryan was on his second drink when Pattie came over and asked me if I had seen Aaron. I said I hadn't, feeling my heart starting to beat furiously in my chest and my skin beginning to flush.

"Your wife looks really hot, doesn't she, Bryan," Pattie smiled, intentionally emphasizing the ambiguity of "hot."

"She's way hot," Bryan went along. I could see that he was pleased.

"Oh, Candy, there's Aaron over by the pool. Why don't you and Bryan go for a swim?" Pattie suggested. "I'll fix one of those 'special' drinks you like when you come back," she said, winking at me.

"I'm going to stay here and drink for a while," Bryan said. "You go ahead, Babe."

I knew what he was saying to me. He wanted me to take off the sarong. I was also pretty sure he wanted me to show a little something to Aaron, the object of this morning's sex fantasy. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, I mean, I still had some shred of modesty, but I remembered what I owed him and decided to oblige him as best I could. I'd just swim over, let Aaron and his friends have a quick look, and swim back. I hoped that would satisfy Bryan.  I did intend to show enough to make him happy, but not enough to get me in trouble again

Walking to the edge of the pool, I slowly unwound the sarong, turned and nervously threw it to Bryan. I could see he was pleased. Judging from the looks I got, I guess other guys were pleased, too. I liked that I looked pretty good, but I felt totally naked. The bikini really left almost nothing to the imagination. But I couldn't completely lie to myself. I knew that I also loved the reaction I was getting. I was really going to have to try to fight the slut I was becoming.
Diving into the pool, I felt my top pull completely away. I'd never been in the water in this bikini before, but flimsy as it was, I wasn't too surprised. I pulled it together, knowing it wouldn't stay that way long, and swam over to where Aaron was sitting with two other guys, one of whom was a very tall, athletic looking black man.

I looked back to see if Bryan was looking (he was) and asked one of the guys there to help me out of the pool. I suppose I was disappointed that it wasn't Aaron who volunteered, if I'm to be honest, especially since it was the black guy who lifted me out, and he got treated to the large handful of the wet, bare tit that could have been Aaron's. His hand looked so black on my white breast. I pulled away quickly, but I knew Bryan would probably be very aroused if he saw that, even if they guy was black, and that was what I wanted, after all.  I couldn't let him touch me twice though!

I covered up, but not very quickly, ignored the black guy, and said "Hi, good to see you again" to Aaron. I liked that he was getting a good look at the body he had so completely violated last night. I watched the wet skimpy top slip to the edge and just slightly beyond my hardening nipples...and did nothing to fix it. I desperately wanted him to see and appreciate what he had last night.

I loved the attention I was getting from the other guys around the pool, especially since I could justify it by saying I was doing it all for Bryan. I hoped he saw the guy sitting next to Aaron put his hand way up my thigh and leave it there momentarily and stroke my thong-clad ass as I was getting up to leave them.
I jumped back into the pool, holding onto my top this time, and started to swim back to Bryan.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy, a sort of body builder type that I had noticed earlier, slip into the pool and start swimming toward me.
He caught up with me quickly, and grabbing me around the waist, he suddenly threw me into the air.  When I hit the water, my flimsy top came completely undone, and when he grabbed me again and this time just lifted me out of the water, I was totally bare from the waist up.
I was kind of angry and was about to say something to the guy, when I saw Bryan with a big, big grin on his face, so I decided to say nothing.  I really truly wanted to make up to Bryan about the night before, and if he was enjoying this, why not just let it be.  I noticed he wasn't the only one enjoying it, especially when the guy lifted me up over his head the second time and held me there and shook me in the air.  A lot of guys were vocally appreciative, I must say!!!
When he lowered me back into the water, I asked him his name. "Bart," he said.
"Well, Bart," I said, eyeing his well-muscled body.  "You are very strong and very, very forward!" I laughed.  "And very wicked, too."
"And you are fucking incredibly sexy," he said staring at my boobs.  "You work out?  I've never seen a better body, baby," and reaching down he quickly and deftly untied the bottom of my skimpy little bikini.  I was totally nude!  Luckily, I was also underwater for the moment, at least.
"You are so bad," I exclaimed, trying half-heartedly to wiggle away from him.  "Don't you dare lift me up again," I added quickly.  "My husband is right there and you have me like totally nude!"
"Yeah?" he replied nonchalantly.  "I hear your husband likes to show you off your hot bod.  That true?"
I didn't really know what to say, or who he might have been talking to.  "Well, just don't do, okay!" I said sternly but maybe unconvincingly.
But he had other things in mind.  He put his large hands around my tiny waist to, I assumed, lift me up again.  Exactly what I said not to do.  "Don't lift me all the way out of the water," I repeated sternly.  
And he didn't.  He lifted me high enough to show my boobs to a loudly appreciative group of guys at poolside, but this time, it turned out, he wasn't only lifting me to show me off.  He was also lifting onto his cock!
"What are you doing," I said quickly and nervously, as I felt the head of his cock brushing my labia.
"I'm going to fuck you!" he replied.
" Are you fucking crazy?  Everybody can see!"
"Baby, I can't help it.  You're too fucking hot to pass up," he answered, his voice growing huskier.
"My husband's right there, looking at us."
"Open your legs!"
"Didn't you hear what I said.  You're fucking crazy.  He's looking right at us," I said, turning my head toward my husband and smiling and waving innocently.  I certainly didn't want him to know what was going on under the water!
"I'm not letting you go, Baby.  You might as well open up for me," he answered pulling me closer to him.
I could see Bryan looking quizzically at me.  I didn't want this muscle-bound ape to fuck me with Bryan looking right at me, but for some insane reason, I did exactly what he told me to and opened my legs for him.  While I was smiling and waving at my husband, I felt the head of Mr. Universe's cock slide effortlessly into my open pussy.  "Don't you dare cum in me," was all I could stupidly think to say, as he immersed his cock totally inside me .
"My husband is watching, you know," I said nervously, while opening my legs completely now to accommodate  him. 
He never answered, and I guess it mustn't have matter to him because his penetration of me only quickened.  I looked around, but no one other than Bryan seemed overly interested, and I realized it must look like we were just talking.  Bryan, who knew I was topless, was watching with a big encouraging smile on his face.  I doubt he imagined that this guy's cock was now fully inside me and starting to excite me terribly.
I obviously didn't want to draw attention to this, so I just leaned back away from him so it looked like we were only talking, but that only made me that more open for him.  All I could think of to say was to repeat, "Please don't cum in me."
I guess he took that for license to continue doing me, because he started to fuck me in earnest then.  He wasn't very big or really very good, but the situation was erotic enough to get me even more excited, I guess, because I know from that point on I did absolutely nothing to discourage him.  In fact, the reverse is true. 
All the while Mr. Muscles was fucking me, I was watching my husband, smiling and flirting with him with my eyes, while encouraging my body builder to fuck me.  I was getting more and more excited and I guess making it evident, because I began to notice a few others now looking more closely at me and my body builder.
Just as I felt myself on the verge of climax, I felt his cum exploding inside me.  I just said to him "You complete shit!" but I also know I said it with a little giggle.
Bart took one more hard stroke inside me, making sure he deposited the last of his load as deep inside of me as he could.  "Sorry, babe," was all he said.  "You got me too fucking hot to stop."
"Well, you're still a shit!" I said feigning anger.  "You didn't even let me climax!  Now help me get my stuff," said, winking at him.
"Next time, Baby," he laughed.
Since there was so little to put on, I was dressed again in a second.  Bart said again that he intended to fuck me again very soon, and I just smiled and stuck my tongue out at him, and swam back to Bryan, who had a big, big smile on his face.

"You happy, honey?" I said, when I strolled back to the bar where, with Pattie's encouragement, Bryan  was drinking his third or fourth vodka. He just gave me this big, huge grin. I guess he was.
"I loved that big guy lifting you up," he said.  "You looked so incredibly fucking hot, baby!  Every guy here wanted you, I could tell.  But I'm the only one who gets you, and that really turns me on,'' he said thickly, putting his hand high up on my thigh.
"That's right," I lied, the feeling of Bart's cock still lingering inside me.  Pushing my body close to Bryan, I whispered, "All this is for you.  I want to show off for you, and I'm glad you're happy.  I can't wait for tonight in bed!" I added sexily.  He had no idea how horribly frustrated I was at that second and how much I wanted to cum.

I sat down beside my husband, and Pattie returned with a "special" drink she had made for me, a vodka and cranberry with the unmistakable aftertaste of Ecstasy. I knew I shouldn't do this, but this time I was prepared for its effects, and I was certain I could control myself. And I have to admit, I just loved the feeling I got from it last night, and I was going to make sure that this time Bryan got all the benefit of it later in bed. I owed him that, at least. I drank the vodka down quickly and made no objection when Pattie took my glass and with a knowing smirk went to refill it.

I kissed Bryan sexily and was on the verge of telling him to take me home and fuck me, but when I asked for my sarong, he said, no, he liked what he was looking at. I could tell from his slightly slurred speech that he was getting rather drunk, and I suspected that Pattie was encouraging it. I didn't know why, but I decided not to  interfere. I was getting a little high myself, and it wasn't entirely from the alcohol! I was feeling just intensely erotic and sexually charged.
But I did ask him again for the sarong, promising him he'd be pleased with what I did with it.
Walking to the bathroom, sarong in hand but not on, I loved the looks I was getting.  It's exciting to be desired, and I knew I was.  If someone just came up and took me right then, I think I would have gone willingly.  But I also knew that I really owed Bryan.  In less than twenty-four hours, three different men had been inside me, and now I really, really had to do whatever Bryan wanted me to do in order to make it up to him.  And I knew what that was.
In the bathroom, I removed the bottom of my bikini, and noticing the pool of Bart's cum puddled  inside, decided it would be best to just throw it away, which I did.  I cleaned up as best I could, wiping and tasting the cum that had run down my thigh, and tied the sarong very low on my hips, wrapping it so my entire leg would show when I walked.  The sarong itself was so sheer that it would be more than obvious that I had nothing on underneath it.  (I was very happy I kept myself completely shaved, because it would have been even more obvious then.)  I retied the bikini top so loosely that I would have to be very, very careful to keep from spilling out as I walked back to Bryan.  Not that I think he would have minded!
Pattie continued to feed Bryan drinks, and she kept my "special" drink filled, too. She flirted with him outrageously, and I played along, pretending to be jealous. Bryan loved it.  I was getting a ton of attention. Even some of the women commented on what a hot body I was.
It was exactly the atmosphere to feed Bryan's fantasy.  Sitting close beside him, I took his hand and slipped it easily beneath the sarong to show him how open, how "accessible" I was.  Bending slightly forward, I let the bikini top slip off my left breast. I told him I was ready to do absolutely anything he wanted.
"Would you like to see a stranger touching what you're touching now?" I whispered in his ear, opening my thighs to his touch.  "If you want me to, I'll make that happen for you," I said, opening my legs further and letting the sarong fall dramatically open.  "The next guy who sits by us can have this, if you want, Bryan," I murmured seductively.  "Do you?" I asked in a sultry low tone.
I could feel Bryan getting excited.
"I do want that," he stuttered.  "God, yes, I want that."
It was what I wanted, too.  I smiled at him and waited.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh god, yeah, baby, I do!"
"Okay," I said sexily.  I smiled up seductively at him, leaned back in my chair, and brazenly advertizing my availability. Everything was on display and totally assessible!
About fifteen seconds later, I felt someone sit down to my right.  Not looking at whoever it was, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, letting the folds of the sheer sarong part completely.  Whoever was to my right now had a completely unobstructed view of my silky smooth pussy.  Turning provocatively, I suddenly just froze.  The man on my right was the black man from the pool!  
 What I did next was terribly rude, I know, but frankly, being from the South, I'm uncomfortable around black men, especially in sexual situations.  Without bothering to cover up, I got up and moved to the other side of my husband. 
Fortunately, another man sat down beside me almost immediately.  I certainly didn't like the nasty look the black man gave me when I so obviously dissed him, but I turned my attention now to the man on my left, offering him what I had just offered the Negro.
He wasn't at all a handsome man, but he wasn't threatening, either, which I knew would make Bryan more comfortable.  I vaguely recall seeing him at other neighborhood parties.  His name was Alex, and I think he was a manager at the telephone company or something.  I just hoped he'd be aggressive enough to take what was being so deliberately offered to him.
To make sure he understood, I turned slightly towards him, opened my legs, and deftly pulled the sarong completely open. I smiled at him, asked him his name, and suggested that we might have met before.  He told me we had, and that he was "fascinated" by me.  I said that I found him interesting as well.  It took maybe five minutes of this semi-sexual social chatter and finally an overtly sexual display of my breasts before his hand found the courage to make its way up my thigh to my wet and very willing vagina.
As his fingers parted my labia and slipped inside me, I turned slightly to give Bryan a better view, only to discover to my horror that he was starting to get sick.  All of Pattie's drinks had done the trick.  I was suddenly so mad at somebody.  This met I had to go home, and it was way, way too early, barely past 10:00.  I saw the black man sneering at me.

With the help of Alex the telephone manager, I managed to get him home and into bed where he promptly passed out. I knew I should do something with Alex.  It seemed wrong to promise all that I had showed him and do nothing else.   I went ahead and kissed him and then offered no resistance when he began to fondle my breasts, but my heart really wasn't in it.  I let him undress me and take me to the couch, where we kissed for a while.  He caressed my clit, and I went so far as to take him in my mouth for a little while, but when he prepared to enter me, I knew I would have to make him stop.  I honestly did try to let him go on.  I didn't want to be a cock tease.  But after his fifth or sixth stroke in me, I rolled away from him and tearfully told him that I just couldn't do this with my husband passed out in the next room.  I promised him he could have me in better circumstances.
When he left, I was so disappointed in the whole situation, I began to cry.  I wanted to be at the party.  I wanted to be all the things I had promised Bryan I would be.  And now, nothing!
About fifteen minutes later the phone rang. It was Troy checking up on his "friend" Bryan. When I told him that he was passed out, he encouraged me to come on back to the party. They were just starting to dance and needed partners. I knew that would be just so wrong, and as much as I wanted to go, I sadly declined.
Five minutes later the door bell rang. It was Aaron. I nearly fainted.

Without a word, he walked over to me and began to kiss me, working his silken tongue clear to the back of my throat. He unwrapped the sarong and with one quick pull, he literally tore the flimsy bikini top from my body and began to caress my breasts.
"Did the guy who brought you home fuck you," he immediately asked.
"No," I quickly lied. I mean, he didn't like cum in me so it wasn't really a lie.
"Well, I am going to fuck you, Candy," he said, lifting me in his arms.

"Aaron, no! Please don't do this," I moaned between breaths. "This isn't right. I should have stopped you last night."

"Shut up, Candy. I'm going to fuck you now.  And then I'm taking you back to the party. But first, I'm going to fuck you," Aaron stated simply but powerfully. He had either heard nothing I said or was paying it no attention. "

I could hardly breath, my heart was beating so fast. "Right here?" I managed to whisper.  "My husband's in the bedroom!"

"Yes, right here. The idea of fucking you with your husband in the next room turns me on. Much like last night."

I tried to object, but ended up saying nothing at all. I couldn't. The Ecstasy had done its work again. My heart was pounding. My eyes glistened. I could hardly breathe. I whimpered "No, no, no," but offered no resistance when he carried me to the kitchen table.

I nearly died when he knelt down, spread my legs, and began to kiss my pussy and probe my clit with his tongue. No one had ever done the things he did to me there that night on my kitchen table. He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and very gently, very delicately placed it between his teeth, biting down ever so slightly. The sensation was simply overwhelming. I was thrashing around and moaning like a mad whore. His tongue meticulously explored the inside of my cunt and I couldn't help but push my vulva harder into his exquisite face.

When he stood up and removed his pants, I saw really for the first time the superb instrument that had so thrilled and filled me the night before. I could do little but gasp. Still, I had the sense to try to stop him again. I tried to squirm away, but he caught me by the legs and pulled me back towards him.
I suddenly panicked. Bill was in the next room and I could not let this happen. But he was too strong. I looked down again at his cock. It was so long and so hard, so very obviously manly. And oh my God, so obviously ready to penetrate and so certain to please.

He whispered in my ear how much he appreciated the clean smoothness of my soon-to-be-his pussy. While he prepared me to be fucked, turning me over and opening my legs completely. While he adjusted the position of my ass, I made one last effort to get away, but all I ended up doing was wriggling myself right onto his cock. Feeling his powerful pleasure tool edging into my vagina and his massive cock head parting my labia, I completely surrendered. I found myself suddenly brought literally to tears of gratitude. I began to weep and moan "Oh, thank you, Aaron, thank you, thank you," as each exquisite inch of his delicious rod slipped deeper into my loosening womb. "God, how I want you," I moaned like whore I knew I would be for him.

Suddenly, however, we both heard the bedroom door open and Bryan stumble into the bathroom. Aaron looked quizzically at me, arching his eyebrow as if to ask, "Well?"
I hoped the light was dim enough so that Bryan wouldn't see when he came back out, but it really didn't matter now. I was too deep into Aaron's entrancing use of my body. Turning towards him, I simply shook my head and whispered "Don't stop!"

It was obviously the answer he wanted. He laughed, called me a whore, and began to drive his bulging cock harder and harder and deeper and deeper into my yielding body. The climax I could sense coming would be unimaginably, I knew. Somewhere in the midst of this incredible climax, in between Aaron's grunts and my own low moans, I know I heard Bryan pause and stumble back into the bedroom. Aaron didn't hesitate a second. He continued his invasion of my aching cunt. I don't know if Bryan saw or sensed what was happening to his wife. It wouldn't have mattered. There's no way I could have interrupted that ferociously enticing assault on my perfectly prepared pussy.

When I came down slightly from my climax, Aaron slowed his rhythm and asked me if I had ever been "fucked in the ass."

"No," I answered sort of questioningly.

Aaron smiled and said, "Good. A virgin ass."

He pulled out of me and repositioned my ass to receive his glistening love rod. For some reason, frightened though I was at what was about to happen, I was deeply impressed that he didn't ask if it was okay to fuck me anally. Not that I would have refused, but I liked his confidence, liked that he would do whatever he pleased to me and never ask. We both knew that, in truth, I was his bitch now, not Bryan's. Sadly, I would gratefully do for him what I could never do for Bryan.

Aaron's first rending of my ass was far more difficult than I had thought. He had to struggle to penetrate me at first, (promising that when he had me fully opened he'd make sure that someone kept me that way for when he came back to visit!) His first full thrust also hurt much more than I had anticipated. Even biting my lip, I couldn't help but cry out in pain. Aaron laughed and paid no attention. He was so manly and so in control. I was his fuck meat, little more than that. And it thrilled me so that I was absolutely delirious!

He repositioned my ass, and simply drove harder and deeper. He knew it didn't really matter if it hurt. I certainly wasn't going to say no to him about anything, and he would have paid no attention if I had. He was fucking me for his pleasure, not mine. Ironically, that gave me intense gratification.

"I'm going to finish up in your mouth, Babe," he grunted between piercing stabs deep into my ass. "I don't want cum dripping out your ass while we're partying," he laughed.

Sadly, I was just beginning to enjoy the sensation of Aaron's cock tearing into my ass when he abruptly pulled out, ordering me to open my mouth.

I wanted so much to please him that I encouraged him to do anything he wanted, and I ended up trying to force him completely down my throat. I gagged and nearly threw up, embarrassing myself totally. I managed to recover just in time to receive Aaron's first gush of warm cum spurting into my open mouth. My mouth filled so quickly I couldn't swallow quickly enough to keep the last of his ejaculation from spraying over my face. He made sure no cum was left unswallowed, however.

Finished with me, he told me to go find something sexy to wear, something that would show everybody what "I got" while we danced. "We'll go show these rubes some stuff, huh, Babe."

"Okay," I excitedly answered, hardly thinking at all of the consequences. "Let me go change." Right then, I belonged to him. I was his bitch. Totally!

"Something sexy now, way sexy! I'm going to want to fuck you again tonight and I want to watch Troy fuck you, too."

I wasn't sure if he was serious about Troy, but deep down I knew that if he wanted that, he would get it. If so, I hoped both would finish in my mouth. I was already worried about being pregnant from the night before and the guy in the pool.

What I really responded to at that moment, though, was Aaron's offer to dance with me. I remembered how exciting that had been…and what it had led to. More so than I ever had with Bryan, I wanted to be so sexy for Aaron when we walked back in to the party and even more so when we danced. I was Aaron's girl tonight and I desperately wanted him to be proud of me. He deserved the best and I would show them all what a fine body Aaron had draped around him.

I knew just the dress I wanted. It was a sheer little backless V-neck that Bryan had bought me from Frederick's last year. I had never worn it for him. It was just too outrageously sexy. The halter top leaves the sides of my breasts dramatically exposed and the short little full skirt comes literally just barely to the bottom of my ass. I would wear for Aaron!

I went back into the bedroom and quietly rummaged around until I found it. I felt like such a whore standing there in the bedroom with the taste of Aaron's cum still in my mouth. But I also had the memory of Aaron's enchanting cock filling me with unbearable pleasure. I found the dress and the shoes I wanted and went into the bathroom to change. No panties, of course. I was sure Aaron wouldn't want that! The shoes I picked out were very similar to the ones I had worn the evening before at the club, except the heel was a little higher. Looking in the mirror, I was very pleased. The very short full skirt would present no impediment to his hands. The little dress covered virtually nothing. I was positive this is pretty much what Aaron had in mind by "sexy."
I knew I was right when, walking back to the front room, I reached up on tip toes to kiss him. He crushed me to him, his hands all over my body. "You are so fucking hot, Candy," he said quietly. I can't describe the bolt of passion that surged through me.

He stepped back, turned me around, nodding in approval. I nearly fainted in delight. He smiled and asked me how to get me out of the dress quickly.

"It's easy," I laughed, "Just untie the halter top."

A instant latter, the little sundress lay heaped at my feet, and I was in his arms again, this time totally nude, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

"Let's go," he said, pulling me towards the front door.

"You want me to go naked?" I giggled, slightly resisting.

"That's right, Baby. I want to show off that gorgeous body when we dance."

I reached down and grabbed the dress, but I let him lead me out the door and on to the porch completely nude. In fact, we were down the block and half way up Pattie and Troy's driveway before I could laughingly convince him to stop and let me slip the dress on.
I loved walking nude with him, I really did. It was exciting and dangerous, and I loved the way he didn't even care. When a car drove by and honked, all he did was cup one of my tits and wave at the driver!

At the door, I did ask him to please retie the halter, but he tied it so loose that the top hardly covered my breasts at all. Actually, it didn't cover them at all!  He ordered me not to retie it. God, he was masterful! He walked me back into the party with the back of my dress hiked up and his hand all over my naked ass.

The party was in full swing. Everybody was happy I was back. Aaron led me out on to the patio dance floor where we were going to "show the rubes." I don't think I have never danced better. The crowd shouted encouragement, maybe because when Aaron twirled me my skirt left nothing at all to the imagination, or maybe, I preferred to believe, because we danced so well together. When we finally sat down to rest, most of the women were looking daggers at me, but their husbands' eyes were saying something else!

We had a few more drinks, and got lots of compliments (from the guys) about our dancing. We both were feeling very excited, me remarkably so. I couldn't wait to get out on the patio to dance again. Finally, Aaron grabbed my hand and led me out to dance, but this time he whispered in my ear that he wanted me to take the dress off while I danced. I can hardly believe this, but I did it!

I turned around and asked Aaron to untie me, and then I very slowly danced my way out of it. When the skirt cleared my hips and I kicked it away, I really went wild, dancing like a mad woman. I never saw the dress again.

The next thing I knew I had, I think, four guys dancing with me. None of them touched me, though, which I thought was strange, but I could hear them all talking about my body, especially my tits and my shaved pussy. Somewhat later (I don't know how long), somebody (I don't know who) walked me back to the cabana area, sat me on a bar stool, and started feeding me drinks. Truthfully, I don't remember much of that and hardly any of what happened afterwards. It's all just a bunch of hazy, unconnected images.

I remember feeling a pair of very large hands encircle my tiny waist, lift me off the chair, and push my head down towards the bar. Looking down I saw an enormous black cock just beginning to disappear into my tight, white pussy. I remember hearing a guy say, "Look, Clay's fucking her" and dimly recollect hearing a neighborhood woman I saw standing next to Pattie say, "Surely, he's not going to put that whole thing in her!" and Pattie reply, "That whore? Of course he is!" And I guess he did just that, lifting me off of the ground with each hard stroke.
Clay, it turns out, was the guy I had dissed at the bar, and he was violently making up for it.  I recall hearing people in the crowd urging him to fuck me harder, and he certainly obliged them. The climax I experienced made me know what a fool I had been.  He was magnificent. 
I have this vague image of later being dragged to a lounge chair and being "partied" by a number of guys.  How many, I don't know.  Pattie says she lost count at twelve.

Somewhere in the middle of this I dimly recall Pattie coming up laughing with an big spoon in her hand and urging one of the guys to scrap cum out of my cunt and feed it to me.  And then I clearly recall my body builder guy grabbing me by the ankles, flipping me over and dragging me tits down over to the garden hose where another guy stuck the hose inside me cleaned me inside and out.  Muscles dragged me back to the patio by the hair this time and left me for another group of guys to have fun with me.

That was most of what I can remember. Troy says that a whole other group of guys who came late to the party fucked me after that. I'll take his word for it. The one dominate memory I have is wondering when Aaron would do me. Troy said he used my mouth. I don't even remember. That hurts so much.

The last thing I recollect is Clay walking me out to a car parked outside and apparently selling me for some cocaine to the man there.  I, of course, made no effort to resist.  It seemed futile now.  The cocaine dealer fucked me bent over the hood of his car. 
Then somehow, how I don't know, two young black boys, I guess maybe fifteen or so, somehow picked me up and walked me home.  I remember one asking the other if he had ever had white pussy, and both saying no, but now they were getting some. 
In my stupor I led them home, where one bent me over the porch railing and fucked me viciously alternating strokes between my ass and cunt. When he finished with me, the other took me into the foyer, which still had the lights on, and had me kneel down in front of him with the door wide open while he fucked me in the mouth.  I somehow ended up being fucked by both again on the lawn.  And then for some reason, which I will never know, the one held my legs open while the other kicked me viciously in the cunt, calling me vile names all the while.  Tiring of that, I guess, the younger one dragged me out to the gutter, rolled me on my side and put my tit up on the curb and held me there while the older one sadistically stomped my breasts, first one, then the other.  The older one then held me for the younger to do the same thing.  And lastly, maybe to prove their contempt for while women, the older one stubbed out his cigarette on my left nipple.

Thank God, I had the sense not to go straight to bed when they finished with me and left.  I managed to stumble into the bathroom where I had quite a shock. I had cum in my hair and on my face, and cum mixed with blood running down my thigh. My tits were all scratched up, I guess from being dragged across the patio, and horribly swollen from the stomping.  My nipple had a horrible blister where the black boy had burned it.  I had bruises everywhere. I managed to take a shower and put on a long, ugly cotton nightgown and slipped quietly into bed.

I don't think Bryan ever knew anything, though he told me he had a weird dream about me fucking a guy in the hall. I slept in that awful nightgown for nearly a month, pretending to be not feeling well. Bill was all excited when I missed my period and I know he thought that's probably why I had been "sick" those weeks. I was terrified, as you can imagine. I had no idea whatsoever who the father might be, and knew that we could easily be surprised by a very black baby. Luckily, I miscarried three and a half months later. I never saw Aaron again.

There's a part three to this story, but I'm tired now, and besides, Troy is coming to fuck me any minute now.  It's that time again, but Tony will probably be the one to plant the baby Bryan wants to replace the one he lost.

 

gained custody of them from his first marriage. He opened the shower door and started the water running. I loved looking at his naked body, although a nice, long Sunday morning of sex was certainly out of the question now. That was a shame, because I was getting horny. Slipping on my short silk robe, I went into the kitchen to start the coffee brewing. He was a light eater, and I knew he would get breakfast on the plane anyway, courtesy of his first class ticket. I decided that I would make myself a bacon omelet while Mark was getting ready. By the time he appeared in the kitchen I had eaten and was rinsing out the dishes in the sink. He swigged his coffee down, came up behind me and put his coffee cup in to the soapy water. His hands slipped under my arms to fondle my perky C cup breasts. I closed my eyes and murmured appreciatively which encouraged him to pull my robe open. His strong fingers tweaked my nipples before his right hand ran down between my legs. I thought for a minute we might have time for a quick one, but we heard the company car pull up in the driveway. “Sorry Lindsay, I got to go.” Mark kissed me on the lips and left the house, travel and laptop bags slung over his shoulders. I turned back to the dishes and suddenly noticed Robert standing in the doorway from the study. Casually closing my robe, I wondered how long he had been standing there. He sauntered over as if nothing had happened and sat at the breakfast bar. “Morning hun, didn’t know you were up.” I greeted him. “Hey Mom, well I heard Dad getting up, and then the smell of bacon cooking.” “Do you want some? I can quickly rustle up eggs and bacon.” “Sure, if you don’t mind. Have you heard from Craig?” “He should be back tonight. The Parkinsons are going to take him to see a movie and then drop him off later.” As I broke the eggs, Robert poured himself some coffee. He was wearing black pajama bottoms and a light blue T-shirt. His short dark hair was tousled from his sleep and I unconsciously touched mine. Like his Dad and brother, they all have startlingly grey eyes. I was the odd one out with long white blond hair and blue eyes, courtesy of my Scandinavian genes. “My blond warrior princess” Mark often called me. Placing the plate in front of Robert, he immediately started to devour the food. I thought “Teenage boys! Always hungry, always…” My mind went back to earlier this morning; just how long had he been standing there? Robert, now filled up with some calories and a little wired on the caffeine, started to chat. I half listened as he talked about school and his computer gaming friends. “So, you don’t have a girl friend yet?” I smiled. He blushed. “I’ll take that as a no then.” He started to say something and stopped. I made eye contact and he looked away. “What? What were you going to say?” I leaned forward across the countertop as if to interrogate him. His eyes glanced at me and then down to the opening of my robe. Until this morning I had never thought that he might be sexually interested in my body, I guess I had just been naive. A little tingle fluttered in my tummy as my mind continued its turmoil. “No, that was just a normal male reaction to cleavage. Well, there is one way to see.” I thought. I poured myself a coffee and sat on the bar stool in a manner to expose a tantalizing amount of leg. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him staring. It excited me a little, so I crossed my legs and allowed the robe to slide up even further. It was now so high he was nearly able to see my pussy. Without him seeing me do so, I slackened the tie on my robe so that as I reached over on the countertop to pick up a magazine, the front of the robe pulled open. As I pretended to thumb through the pages, I glanced down and saw that the pale underside of my right breast was visible. From Robert’s body language, he was certainly excited. I could not believe I was doing this, but I could not stop myself. I found myself still hungry and fancied some cereal. I saw his eyes shift again as I slipped off the stool. Glancing down I saw he had a large erection. This time it was my turn to look away in embarrassment. As I reached into the cupboard for a bowl, I broached the question that had been bugging me. “How much did you see this morning?” I half expected a denial. “See what?” I heard him put his plate in the dishwasher behind me. There was a pretend innocent tone in his voice. “You know.” I jumped as I felt his hands on my hips. At first, I thought he was just trying to get something out of the cupboard and was stopping me from stepping on his toes. “Dad knew I was watching.” I froze with that comment, my mind spinning. He took my silence as permission and his hands slid up to cup my breasts through the thin silk material of my robe. “I saw him fondle you, and then his hands open your robe, like this.” I know I should have stopped him right then, but my mind kept imagining Mark standing behind me. I groaned as his hands covered my breasts through the thin material and gently squeezed. His thumb and forefinger sought out my nipples and tweaked them erect. My robe started to slip off as Robert kissed my bare neck and ran the tip of his tongue across my shoulders. His erection pressed up against my ass and I realized he was now standing between my legs. I could not think straight, things were moving too fast. “You shouldn’t do this Robert.” I pleaded, but the weight of his body kept me pinned against the countertop. His hands moved off my breasts and then after a few seconds rested on my hips to lift up the bottom of my robe. I realized he had untied his pajama bottoms because I could feel his hot, hard cock between my legs. “Robert!” I cried out, but he parted my legs and tried to push into my vagina. Only the tip of his huge cock managed to penetrate me. He only managed three short thrusts before crying out in pleasure and he pumped his seed into my tight pussy, spurt after spurt. There was a brief pause before he withdrew. I managed to stand up and turned to face him, my first instinct was to yell at him, but seeing the look of shame on his face, I lowered my voice. “Robert, was that your first time with a woman?” “Errr, yes. I am so sorry; I just could not control myself. I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry Mom.” Tears welled up in his eyes. I moved forward and hugged him for a long time. “Don’t worry Robert; I shouldn’t have led you on. Dad should not have teased you either.” “I am a terrible lover, I came too quickly and girls will laugh at me.” I kissed him. “Every boy cums a little quickly the first time, it’s just the excitement.” I comforted. “The next few times you will be able to control yourself, do not worry.” He did not seem to believe me and was starting to fret. “Look I’m going to have a shower, you take one as well. When you have umm, recovered, we will do it again, okay? Just let me know when you want to try a second time, you need to build your confidence up.” “You mean it Mom?” “Yes, but we are not going to make a habit of this though.” I went into the bedroom, leaving the door open, and tossed my robe into the laundry bin. Cum was trickling down my legs in a quantity I have never seen before. I turned on the shower until it was warm, stepped in and washed my body and hair thoroughly. I ran the events back through my mind. Mark knew his son was watching, but now I could not say anything. I will cross that bridge later I thought. Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself off and tied back my damp hair. I was just about to put on some underwear, when Robert walked in with a towel around his waist and closed the door. “I think I’m ready again.” “Already?” I raised one eyebrow and then the other as he dropped his towel revealing a full erection. No wonder he had difficulty getting it inside of me. He was big, very big. Not having had children also had kept my vagina tight. He walked forward, took my head in his hands and gave me a long passionate kiss. I returned it, putting my arms around his neck. My nipples hardened on contact with his chest and his large cock was sandwiched between our bodies. We collapsed onto the bed, me underneath, my feet still touching the floor. He pushed my breasts together, licking and sucking on my cherry red nipples until they were nearly half an inch in length. I moaned in pleasure and stretched out my arms on the bed as he kissed my tummy, going lower each time. When he reached my blond haired apex, he paused, as if unsure what to do next. “Pull my pussy lips apart and lick.” I counseled. A lightning bolt of pleasure surged through my body as he touched my clit. “Ahhh yes, take my clit in your mouth and suck it, oh God that is so good. Run your tongue from my ass to my clit. Yes, keep it up, oh oh oh oh ahhhggg.” I started to climax, my body thrashing as his mouth worked my secret parts. “I need you in me, but take it easy or you will tear me apart.” He switched position and the tip of his penis touched the entrance of my sopping wet pussy. “Easy….” I begged as he pushed inside of me. “Go easy.” The first 3 inches of me are my most erogenous and I could feel myself begin to cum as he entered me. My body seemed to be splitting apart with the size of his cock. “Please don’t cum yet.” I thought. Inch by inch he gently pushed inside of me. I was so tight he was having a little trouble. “Okay ease out, almost all the way and ease back in again. Oh fuck I’m cumming. Just keep that up, oh yes, oh yes, ohhh yes.” I hit a tremendous peak, driven by a little pain and the intense pleasure of his hard cock thrusting inside of me. I was being so stretched I was almost passing out. “I’m cumming.” Robert cried. “Fill my cunt up, ahh yes.” I begged as his seed shot deep inside of me. Wave after wave of that beautiful warm fluid surging into me made my orgasm pulse throughout my body. He collapsed on top of me. After our breathing changed from ragged to just panting, I gasped. “I told you it would be better. Was it good?” “Oh, so good, you were right. I just wished I could get myself fully inside of you.” I slumped back against the bed. “How much more was there to go?” He glanced down at his cock that was firmly embedded in my pussy. “Another 3 inches.” “Oh God, that is going to take some time to stretch me that much.” He pulled out of me and lay next to me. “Does that mean we are going to do this again?” I just lay on the bed, relishing the sensation. “Well whenever you feel ready, but that will really be the last time.” He gathered up his towel and left the bedroom. The early morning and the heavy sexual activity weighed on my eyes. I rolled over on to my side and fell soundly asleep. It must have been three hours later when I woke up. I got up; my legs still a little shaky; got dressed in a pair of pink string bikini panties and pulled on of one of Mark’s shirts. I walked into the kitchen to find Robert making a cheese and salad sandwich. He made no comment about our earlier encounters. He had dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. “Hey Mom, do you want a sandwich?” I rubbed my face. “Please hun. Water also.” “Have mine, I’ll make another.” Robert placed it in front of me. I could not believe the change in him. He had gone from a shy, quiet boy into a confident male. It was my turn to eat ravenously and we ate silently, matching mouthful for mouthful. I finished and pushed my plate away and took a long drink of water. “What time is it?” I asked. “Coming up for twelve.” “Uhh, I need to set the cable box for the tennis.” I walked over to the back of the sofa looking for the remote control. I bent over the chair, picked it up and programmed the cable box, still leaning over the back. Just as I finished, Robert came up behind me and massaged my butt cheeks. I felt my juices starting to flow immediately, knowing he was going to try to sink his full length into me. “Robert!” “I want to bury my cock fully into you.” “Oh nooo.” I begged, but his youthfulness took over. He pulled my panties aside and rubbed between my legs as I hung over the sofa, helpless to his advances. “See, you are wet.” “No hun, that is your cum from last time.” “One last fuck, I promise.” He grasped the waistband of my panties, ripped them off, spread my ass cheeks and again that large cock entered me. Bent over the sofa, I knew he could go very deep. “Go really carefully.” I took a deep breath as he started to push all the way into me. I could feel the tip of his cock touching my cervix. “Steady.” I warned. I felt his hips touch my buttocks. “Oh, I’m totally in, ohh that feels soooo good.” He started to pound into me, his hips slapping against my ass. His long thrusts, pushed into me, deeper than I have ever felt. I started to scream in pleasure, my poor pussy brutalized and pounded as he wantonly used me. “Yeah, you like this Mom? Like my big cock inside of you?” “Oh please, please.” I begged. “You are going to be my love slave?” “Yes, please fuck me harder.” He took up the challenge and slammed into me, time after time. I started to cum for a second or third time, I had lost count as the raw sexuality took over my instincts. “Yes, yes, ahhhhhhh.” My verbal cries pushed Robert over the edge and for the third time that morning, he emptied his cum into me. “Oh you are such a tight fuck, such a whore. Arrrgggggg.” He pulled out leaving me spent, laying over the back of the couch, my cum covered pussy leaking his juices. “I’m going out, but I’ll be back my little cum bucket.” He zipped up his shorts. “Craig is going to enjoy taking you also. You say anything and I’ll tell Dad.” He left the room and I heard the door close. I stood up, my legs shaking. “What have I started?” I whispered to no one. To be continued for sure! Comments? Email me at clintonbeverly@yahoo.com and reference FS

e="4">“Tell me.”

“I go to the game and then afterwards, you guys take me someplace and I get drunk and you make me strip in front of your friends …and they masturbate while they look at my breasts.”

The thought of her flashing those fabulous jugs in front of my buddies did give me kind of thrill. I knew the guys would go nuts if something like that happened. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I knew it would give her a thrill to show off her tits like that and I’d been bragging for a long time how great they were to my buddies. Hmmm.

About a week later, we had another game at the park and we won by a couple of points. Afterward, since it was Al’s birthday, we went to his house to celebrate. Joy went with us, of course and Al made a pitcher of “Zombies” for everybody. It wasn’t long before we were all feeling pretty good, especially Joy, who never drinks much. Somehow she had managed to down two of those damn things and was fairly plastered. You can always tell when my wife is drunk, she gets this “fuck me” look in her eyes that drives guys nuts.

We were still wearing our shorts and t-shirts which by now we’re pretty rank so we ditched the shirts. As the evening wore on, somebody, Al, I think wanted a picture of the team wearing just their jockstraps. He wanted to put it on his internet site. We all laughed about it, and then decided to do it. With Joy watching we dumped out shorts and stood there in jock-straps while she took our picture out by Al’s pool. After she took the pictures everybody dived into the water and we cooled off for awhile. When we went back into the house to watch ESPN, none of us wanted to put our sweaty shorts back on over our wet jocks, so we just walked around with our asses hanging out. Joy kidded us about it, but it was clear she was a little embarrassed and a little turned on.

Later, I was talking to Al and I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, since I hadn’t brought anything with me.

“Look, buddy, just between us, and no offense, but what I would like is a good look at your wife’s tits.”

We laughed, but when I looked across the room at my wife I felt a pulsing between my legs.

I took Joy into the kitchen and started making out with her. I had my hand underneath her blouse, playing with her boobs through her bra, working my thumb inside the C cups that held her twin 38’s so I could tease her nipples.

“Those guys would die if they could see these babies …see big they are, how thick your nipples are …they’d get instant hard-ons.”

She groaned at the thought I put in her head. “I’d like to see their dicks all big and hard …” she whispered. “Shake my tits in front of them so they wanna jack off.”

She arched her back and pushed her tits in my face and moaned.

“Listen, uh …Al told me what he wants for his birthday.”

She rubbed my hard cock through my jock. “What …”

“He wants to see your tits …”

Joy smiled, thinking he was joking. “Oooh, how naughty, bring him in, I’ll suck his cock.”

“No, seriously. That’s what he wants for his birthday.”

Joy stared at him, realizing he was serious. “What did you tell him?” she asked, her feline eyes heavy and filled with lust.

“I told him it was okay with me if it was okay with you.”

She gasped. “Really?”

I nodded. “We’re all friends. What the hell. You wanna?”

She groaned and buried her face against my chest. I slipped my hand around to squeeze her firm, rounded buttocks.

“Should I?” she asked, her voice muffled against my chest.

“If you want to.” I answered. She looked up at me.

“Will you hate me afterwards?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

“You’re really hard …is it turning you on …thinking about me showing my tits?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know …kind of. Yeah.”

“Ooooh, that is so hot. What would I do, strip for him, or all the guys?”

I shrugged again. “All of ‘em I guess.”

She rubbed my cock up and down with her hand. “Would they jack off while I did it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Would you do it, too? Jack off while I showed your friends my tits and my ass?”

She was really rubbing my cock, now. My voice cracked as I said, “Maybe. Yeah. If they did it …yeah.”

“Oh, God …that is so hot …let me blow you. Right now.”

“No, babe …wait …” She pulled my jock to one side and started jacking me off. I had to stop her while she was still hot. I stuffed my cock back inside my jock. “C’mon …” I led her into the living room where the guys, still in their jockstraps, were sitting on barstools, those high ones, watching ESPN. Nobody noticed as I walked over to the stereo and punched it on, finding a jazz station, some low down stuff that was perfect for what we wanted. Lou looked at me, then.

“Hey, we’re watchin’ the game!”

They stopped watching the game when my wife I nodded and gave him a wink, gesturing to my wife. “She wants to show you something.”

Al hit the mute on the t.v. remote and all we heard was the music. Joy stood there, shy, a finger-tip between her teeth, looking at the four guys, and then over at me. I nodded.

“Go ahead.”

She started to sway with the music. I looked at Al who gaped at my wife. “Happy birthday, Al.” He looked at me and bowed, arms up, praising the gods for his good fortune.

Joy swayed gently with the music, reaching to undo the buttons on her blouse. The guys sat there, not daring to breathe for fear she would stop. I walked over and sat by Al. We all watched Joy open her blouse and show us her huge, pear shaped tits encased in her white lace bra. One of the guys gasped out loud. “Oh, jeez!”

Joy smiled, enjoying the reaction. She slid her blouse down her arms and dropped it on the floor. She ran her hands up her flat belly, cupping her breasts so that they almost spilled out over her bra. She moved closer to us, turning now to move gently to the music, her back to us. Slowly, teasingly, she lifted the hem of her short skirt, exposing the lower half of her ripe buttocks. She bent at the waist so that her ass was pushed out toward us, her skirt riding up on her hips. She wiggled her butt and Lou almost fell of his stool. “Holy shit…” he gasped.

Joy pulled her bikini panties up between her buttocks and ground her ass around and around at us. My dick was so hard I thought it would rip through my jock. I looked over at the other guys and they were having the same reaction. Joy turned around and shimmied out of her skirt, kicking it away so that she stood in front us dressed in just her bra, panties and high-heels. The guys were going nuts and she loved it. She reached behind her now and started unfastening her bra.

Everybody froze, waiting for the big moment. The bra popped open and she held it to her tits with her hands for a long few seconds. And then, with everyone not breathing, she slid the bra away, coaxing it down her arms and off. Her breasts were magnificent, big and pear shaped with those thick nipples. She stood there for a moment, her back arched, pushing them toward us, and then she shook them back and forth so that Al let out a cross between a yell and a scream. Joy smiled and began playing with her own tits, pinching her nipples, lifting the big globes so that they pressed together, letting them drop, shaking them again in time to the music. She started to peel her panties down, then and there were whistles from the guys. She stopped just as the top of her triangle of pubic hair came into view.

“Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” she said in a throaty voice.

I couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth. I almost came in my jock. The guys looked at each other and then Al pulled his jock aside so that his cock sprang up in front of him. It was really big …thick and long, about nine inches. Joy’s eyes were riveted on it and I read her lips …”Oh my God.” The other guys had their cocks out, now, too. Lou was stroking a mammoth piece of meat, bigger even than Al’s. I looked at Joy to see if she saw it and she had. She was open mouthed with awe and lust. Everybody watched as she resumed peeling her panties down past her pussy. The lips of her puss were folded back with her desire, slimy with her juices, some of it literally oozing down into her pubic hairs, hanging off them in a couple of thin strings. That was when I took my own cock out and started pumping.

“Play with yourself, baby.” I told her.

Joy slowly ran her finger up between the lips of her cunt and got it wet and slick. She rubbed her puss for a few seconds, grinding her hips back and forth, then turned and bent all the way over. She reached back to spread her cheeks and showed us her slick, dripping cunt and her tight little asshole.

“Who wants to smell my pussy?” she said in a voice I hardly recognized. My cock spasmed and I had to concentrate on not cumming.

Joy worked her ass in tight circles, her cheeks spread lewdly in front of us. John staggered to his feet and moved to her, his cock bobbing stiffly in front of him. He went to his knees and put his face close to her ass and pussy. She looked back over her shoulder at him, one big breast pointing to the left. “You want it on your face?”

John only groaned. Joy took half a step back and pressed her spread cheeks to his face, moving her wet pussy around on his face. She groaned suddenly and pulled away. I saw that she had almost cum. She looked at John, still on his knees, his face slick with her juices.

“Do you like it?” she asked. John closed his eyes and jacked himself off.

Joy looked at me and smiled a wicked smile before walking over to stand right in front of Al.

“Wanna play with my tits, birthday boy?”

Al looked at me, pleading for a yes. I shrugged, too turned on to go back. He reached for her greedily, filling his hands with those luscious breasts. She was breathing hard, now and I knew she was over the edge, nothing would bring her back now, but a good cum. She watched Al’s hands work her breasts over, watched him pull on her nipples. She looked over at me, at my cock still in my hand, ready to explode.

“I wanna play with his cock.” The words came out of her in a slow, heated roll. I was too turned on to even speak so all I did was blink. She pushed Al’s hands away from her tits and looked down at his huge cock, pulsing at about nipple level. She smiled as she reached for it, wrapping her long, tapered fingers around it, her nails not touching because of it’s thickness.

“Oh, yeah …this is a big cock.” She whispered as she began to stroke it for him. “Oh, yeah …oooh, look, you’re cumming.”

A big bubble of early cum formed at the tip of Al’s cock.

“Rub it on your tits …” I said, knowing she would anyway.

Joy let a moan escape from her lips as she leaned forward slightly and pressed Al’s cock to her big breasts, smearing his juice around on her nipples.

“Put it between your tits, babe, jack him off that way.”

Joy moaned again, almost a sob of desire as she put her hands on her breasts and squeezed them tight around Al’s cock. She moved them up and down his dick , her chin tilted down so she could watch the huge head thrusting just inches from her mouth.

“Faster,” groaned Al.

Joy began pumping his cock between her tits at a quicker pace, his pre-cum smearing them, making her cleavage slick and shiny.

“Do it with your hand, now.” wheezed Al. Joy let his cock escape from between her breasts and resumed jacking him off.

“You like it?” I asked.

“It’s so big.” she gasped, her eyes riveted on the heavy slab of cockmeat in her hand.

I felt a flash of resentment, then. Al’s cock was about two inches bigger than my seven incher.

“I wanna suck him,” she whispered, her voice choked with lust. I closed my eyes and blinked them open again, looking into her heavy lidded, dark orbs.

“Can I?” she pleaded.

I nodded. She drew a breath, noisily between her teeth, a noise borne of lust. We all watched as she lowered her face slowly toward Al’s thick meat. She bent it down slightly and pressed the slick cockhead to her lips, running it back and forth, then holding it under her nose and inhaling deeply.

“Oh, I love to smell cock …cock and sweat …Ummmm …”

She reveled in the meaty smell of Al’s cock and then ovaled her generous lips. She held her mouth, poised over Al’s cock for a long moment, and then plunged downward, filling her mouth with thick, warm dick. She groaned along with Al as she began to Al her head up and down, fucking her mouth on his cock. Al was in ecstasy, the others pumped their cocks in a steady beat, wondering if they might be included in this largesse. Joy slid her mouth off Al’s meat and groaned.

“I love big cocks …I like them in my mouth …shooting cum down my throat …spurting on my tits …all over my tits …on my pussy …on my ass …” She dove down again, swallowing half his cock. Al put his hand on the top of her head and guided her up and down on his meat, getting a cadence he liked. She looked up at his face while she sucked him off, watching his reactions. It turned her on to see him so helpless beneath the pleasure she gave. I had seen that look a thousand times and knew what Al was feeling.

“Oh, yeah …suck me off, Joy,” grunted Al. She turned her head slightly and Al’s cock slid across her cheek. He rubbed it around on her face, smearing his juices across her lips. She groaned as she felt the heat from his cock sliding across her face. He pressed the swollen head against her lips and she smelled cock under her nose, a meaty smell, musk mixed with sweat and cum that sent shivers of excitement down through her body to make her even wetter between her thighs.

“Oh, God, yes …put it in my mouth …let me suck it.” she groaned.

She went down and took his cock with her mouth and Al groaned so loud they all thought he was cumming.

I watched my wife suck Al’s dick and felt my own cock ache from the intense erection I had. “Blow him, you little slut. Suck his cock,” I rasped.

Joy slid her mouth off Al’s cock and looked at me, her lips swollen and puffy from sucking cock. “Make me do it, baby. Make me do it.”

I reached over and put my grabbed a handful of Joy’s hair, pulling her down to Al’s cock again. “Do it, slut.”

She sobbed in despair and passion as she let Al’s cock fill her mouth. Her big tits rested on Al’s thighs as I forced her mouth up and down on Al’s cock. Her pussy was dripping thick rivulets of juice as she tried not to gag on his big dick and then she was slipping her mouth off his cock and running her tongue around on the head, tasting his juice, running her warm tongue down the thick shaft, licking the hot flesh of Al’s thick cock.

Al looked over at me and asked, “Can I cum in her face?”

I nodded. “If she wants you to.”

Joy looked up at us and ran her tongue over her full lips. “Ooh, baby …spurt lots of hot cum on me. Do it right in my face …” She let her tongue slip from between her lips and ran it around and around the head of Al’s cock. Al spasmed and grabbed her with both hands, pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking her now, using her lovely mouth like a cunt. She groaned around the cock she was sucking and I saw everyone jacking off as we waited for Al to cum. He jerked her by the hair, pulling her mouth off his cock. She closed her eyes and turned her face up so that his cock was poised inches from her chin. She reached up and wrapped her hand around the thick slab of meat and jacked him off. It took maybe five or six strokes for Al to start spurting cum all over Joy’s face. Thick, white streams of sperm splattered across her chin and mouth, then more of it spurted across her nose and forehead.

She kept pumping his cock as another stream of cum splattered her forehead, a glob of it landing in her hair. He pulled her closer to his cock as the spurts tapered off, making her take them on her lips. She moaned and opened her eyes to look at his dick in front of her. She let him push it in her mouth and sucked cum from it before leaning back and rubbing the head around and around on her cum covered face. Al groaned and tried to stop her, but she held onto his cock and sucked the head into her mouth again, cleaning his cum off of it. I grabbed her then and pulled her over to me, pushing my own hard cock into her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down, Al’s sperm oozing down off her chin and jawbone, hanging there in thick rivulets. I felt the cum surge up from my balls and spurt into my wife’s mouth. She choked, and pulled away, a big glob of cum spilling from her mouth and oozing down her chin. I pushed my cock back into her mouth and spurted more thick juice into her. It felt agonizingly pleasurable to spurt cum in her hot little mouth. She let me finish cumming in her mouth then when I slid my cock out from between her lips, she pushed my cum out of her mouth with her tongue. I was amazed at how much I had given her. It was so thick and plentiful that it slid down her chin and hung in one long glob down to her breasts. She gasped for air and looked up at me.

“Make me cum …” she pleaded. I looked over at the other guys who were jacking themselves off.

“Let them cum on you, first.” She gave me a slutty little smile and walked over to them, her face and tits covered in cum. There were four of them sitting there, pumping their cocks. She leaned over John’s cock so that her cum splattered tits touched his dick. She cupped her tits in her hand and spread them apart so that John’s hard cock slid between them. She jacked him off with her tits until he spurted a fountain of hot cum between them. She groaned as he came between her tits. “Ooooh, yeah …do it, do my tits …cum on them.”

She finished John and then moved over to Bill who pointed his cock at her tits and spurted almost immediately. His cum leapt from his dick and landed on her lips and then on her tits. She leaned back and spit his cum from her lips as he continued spurting on her. When Bill finished, Joy stood up and smeared all our cum around on her breasts and reveled in what it felt like.

“Oooh, I like this a lot! More. I want more cum.” She moved to Phil and knelt in front of him. “In my face, big cock. Do it right on my pretty face.”

Phil could hardly breathe as he pumped his thick cock over my wife’s face and then he was shooting it all over the place. The first jet of sperm went clear over Joy’s head but the next one splattered her left cheek. She opened her mouth, then, and Phil tilted his cock downward to spurt his cum there. She stuck her tongue out and Phil coated it with his cum. She let him fill her mouth with his sperm, then turned so that we could all see her holding it in her mouth.

Everyone groaned as if on cue and watched her swallow the thick cum. Ron was next and he was close to dying, I think. He let Joy take his cock in her hand and rub it around on her sperm slick face. She watched him as she jacked him off and licked the underside of his cock with her tongue. She leaned down a bit and sucked his balls into her mouth while she continued to jack him off. He let out a tortured cry and she released his balls to plunge her mouth down on his cock. We watched as Ron spasmed and fucked Joy’s mouth with quick, short strokes, obviously filling her mouth with his cum. Joy made hot little noises as she received his offering and then she slumped backward and let Ron’s cum ooze from between her lips and slide down her chin. She spread her legs right there on the floor and started finger-fucking herself while we watched, or cocks hanging semi-rigid beneath us. She grunted and fucked her cunt up at her hand, her tits bobbing and jiggling as she brought herself closer to an orgasm.

Finally she arched her back and let out a scream as she dug at her cunt with her fingers. I felt my cock beginning to fill with blood again and knew this wasn’t over yet.