Pretty fucking good. But I could be better.” She replies as I feel her hand move to my thigh.   “Mmmm, I see.” I say softly leaning back into the water. My hand gently strokes her upper and inner thigh. She shifts some and my hand moves towards her pussy. Her legs part more and my hand slides to her nice mound. I slowly run my finger up and down her opening. My finger teases at her clit as I do this. “Mmmmm, yesss.” She moans lightly and her hand moves to my cock. My finger slips in between her lips and into her warm pussy. I start moving my finger in circles inside of her. “Ahhhhh, mmmmm.” She moans louder and starts stroking my cock. I lean over and kiss her hard on the mouth. My tongue thrusts inside of hers and our tongues entwine. My finger starts working her clit and she starts pumping my cock faster with her hand. “Ahhhh.” I moan and shove another finger into her pussy. She breaks our kiss. “I want you to fuck me now Ron.” Emily says climbing from the water. She sits on the edge with her legs spread wide. I stand and move into position in front of her. Her hand guides my cock to her waiting pussy. She rubs the head of my cock against her lips and smiles at me. I slowly slip the head of my cock into her pussy opening. “Ahhh.” She moans lightly and I continue to push in deeper. I push in as far as I can go and just hold it there. “Are you ready?” I say smiling at her. She knods her head yes and closes her eyes, leaning her body back. I slowly pull out then thrust hard and deep into her pussy. “Ummmmm, Yessss.” She moans and I start fucking her as hard as I can. My balls are slamming into her as I fuck her deep. Aggghhhhh, Mmmmmm.” I moan as I fuck her pussy. “Come on fuck me baby?” She begs as I fuck her hard and fast. I lay her back and start fucking her even faster. At this angle my cock moves even deeper into her pussy. “Awww,Fuckk! Mmmm, Ooohhhh.” She starts moaning loudly and I feel her body tense up. I know she’s about to cum, so I keep pounding into her. “Ooohhhh, Yessss. Mmmm” She moans and her body shakes violently and I can feel her juices all over my cock. “Damn! Fuck my hot little pusssy.” She screams now, causing me to explode shooting my cum deep into her pussy. “Awwwww, Ummmmm.” I moan as I shoot load after load into her.  I keep thrusting and she tightens her pussy around my cock milking the cum from me. I finally slow and my cock slips from her pussy. I collapse on top of her and lay there panting like a dog. I feel her hands in my hair. “Mmmmm, I think somebody needs a raise.” She whispers softly. “You keep that up, and I’m going to get one.” I say smiling at her. “Maybe I’ll take you to lunch on Monday. Give you something good to eat.” She says laughing. Man I can’t wait for the weekend to be over.

see that and like most women always see the things she would like to change.

I think that like most couples we have used fantasies in our lovemaking but again I seem to be the driving force behind this and as much as I have tried, Tina has always been reluctant to admit her fantasies to me and when she does mention them I get the feeling that she is doing it more for me than her.

One of my favourite fantasies stem from a discussion with a work colleague from around 7 or 8 years ago. I had been out drinking with my mate Phil and we were discussing sex (as normal) when in drunken fit of honesty Phil said that he would love to get between Tina's long legs and fuck her silly. As his ex wife was a petite redhead with a fantastic body I hadn't considered that Tina would have been his type.

Having said that, I had often thought about what is must be like to fuck a fiery little redhead like Suzy.

That was the start of a recurring fantasy of watching my beautiful wife take another man (usually Phil) and to see her suck his cock after getting fucked in multiple positions. Sometimes I would think of myself in the room just watching and wanking. Other times I would be actively involved or taking pictures and capturing it all on video.

Not long after Phil and I had the original discussion Tina and I were having a beautiful leisurely fuck and discussing all sorts of things that turn us on. She could sense that I was holding something back and kept pressuring me to tell her what it was.

I was reluctant to admit to her that I fantasised about seeing another man fuck her and said that I would only tell her on the understanding that she knew that this was just a very horny fantasy and that I would never let something happen that we were not both fully committed too.

She was so eager to hear by now that she would have agreed to anything. Just the thought of telling her this deep dark fantasy had my cock rock hard within her and I stepped up the pace of my fucking.

I could feel Tina's vaginal walls clenching and unclenching on my cock and I took the plunge and told her Phil's confession. As I embellished a little on the detail I could tell that she was very turned on and I told her I was cumming. Tina groaned "me too" and we finished with the most marvellous simultaneous climax. Tina's cunt was almost squirting and I could feel it running down between our bodies. I was still very turned on and as I withdrew from her I moved down her body, kissing all the way until I reached her dripping cunt.

The aroma was the most perfect perfume. I moved my tongue from her ass to her clit before poking my tongue in as far as I could get it. I then spent the next five minutes licking and sucking Tina to another orgasm.

We lay back exhausted, silent for a few minutes.

"Was it true" asked Tina. "About Phil wanting to fuck me?"

Sometimes I think people ask the stupidest questions but then again I think she just wanted to hear it again.

We talked about why it turned me on so much and I had to admit that I am not sure why it does. It just does.

Tina admitted that sometimes she did wonder what it would feel like to have another man see her naked or caress, feel, suck and fuck her whilst I watched.

It seems our fantasies were broadly similar but both of us had been afraid to admit it to each other. Over the next few weeks we enjoyed teasing each other during sex about having others join us and although we never believed that anything would happen. During the heat of sex it turned us both on to talk dirty.

I would say, "Can you feel Phil's throbbing hard cock teasing your beautiful cunt lips apart?"

"Imagine he is sucking your nipples whilst you wank him to orgasm".

"Can you feel him shoot his hot cum all over your tits and face?"

Tina would respond in a like manner, asking me if I liked watching her get fucked whilst wanking myself silly.

It all served to pep up our sex life immensely whilst leaving us feeling safe that neither of us strayed from each other.

Ironically, another of the things that improved our sex life is that over the last two years I have had to travel a lot around Europe and we developed our own brand of telephone sex where we would tell each other what we were wearing (or not), what we were doing to ourselves and what we would like to do to each other.

We often joke that I must have masturbated in every major European capital city and I know that for a while my mobile phone bill would have bankrupted some smaller African states.

The sex when I got home at the weekends however was fantastic.

As you can guess the distance between us sometimes made our fantasies take on a new life and we would talk about all sorts of things that we knew would never make a real appearance in our lives.

It was not long before we discovered instant messaging and the use of the web cam. Our long distance sex took on a whole new life as Tina would perform stripteases for me and use her toys on herself. I would sometimes tell her that I was expecting some girl or other from whichever office I was visiting and that I had invited her up to my room for a drink. This meant that there was a good chance that she could appear whilst we were chatting and would Tina like to watch me fuck her via the web cam? All this was pure fantasy of course.

Tina would respond by telling me that she had invited Phil around for a meal and that the front door was open and he may well walk in on her writhing about with 10 inches of vibrating pink rabbit thrusting into her hot wet cunt.

It was ironic that we seemed to have more and better sex during the time that I was travelling both with the telephone and web sex and again at the weekends when would pretend that we were making up for our time apart. Whether or not we would have made love if I had been home is debateable but as I have said, our sex life was getting better and better.

We had started to experiment in other ways and Tina had become much more adventurous even allowing me to cum on her face for the first time. This provided much material for the next week's web cam discussions.

One evening during the week following her facial Tina was performing for me on camera and holding her pink cunt lips apart when she moaned, "oh my God, I need to pee".

"Then just do it", I moaned from 900 miles away, pulling on my very hard cock.

"No, I can't"

"Yes, please, do it for me", I pleaded.

Tina disappeared from view for about 10 seconds and came back with a punch bowl. She barely had time to place in view so that she could squat on it when a torrent of piss streamed from between her lips. The sound of her pee splashing in the bowl and the look on her face had me shooting my load in seconds.

"You're a pervert", she scolded with a smile on her face.

"You went to get the bowl, not me" I responded.

The following weekend we discussed why it had turned us on so much. We didn't know but we had to take it further.

By now it was a regular occurrence for me to stand over Tina and aim my cum for her mouth. Sometimes I would strike the target and other times could only reach her tits. Either way I would end up massaging it into her tits or licking it off her face.

Tina's particular favourite was for me to withdraw from her cunt as soon as I had shot my first jet into her and blow the rest on her labia. As soon as I had done this I had to push as much cum as I could back into her cunt with my tongue.

No matter how many times Tina had reached orgasm she could always cum again if I got that bit right.

This particular weekend I knelt above Tina as she wanked me, she whispered, "do you want to piss on me"?

"Oh fuck yes", I moaned, and pictured the sight of me sending a strong stream of piss all over her tits. "And how about Phil standing the other side and pissing over you as well?"

I thought I had overstepped the mark for a moment and Tina slowed her wanking. However, she raised herself up without releasing my cock and kissed me.

"I fantasise about you both cumming and pissing on me" she said. "Am I too naughty for you?"

Well, I blew my load there and then, my cum squirting on her pubic hair. We hugged tightly and I felt my warm sticky cum spread out over us.

We took ourselves to the shower room kissing and fondling each other as we went. As we soaped each other and cleaned off, Tina caressed my cock back to a full hard on.

"It's difficult for me to piss like this you know?"

"Do you want to do it now?" she asked and promptly forced her tongue into my mouth.

"Do you want me to?"

"Oh yes please", she moaned.

Tina stood back from me expecting me to piss right away but you know what it's like when you have a hard on, especially one as stiff as mine was at that moment. However I felt it stirring and told her get ready. Tina knelt in front of me, her face at cock height with the shower raining down on her.

"Here it comes", I moaned and the piss started to pulse from my cock. Tina raised herself back up, her face passing through my hot jet of piss. It must have lasted 20 or 30 seconds but in that time I had pissed over Tina's face, tits, stomach and cunt. When I kissed her I tasted diluted piss running down her face.

"Oh fuck, that was good" she moaned. "But it's my turn now".

I got down on my knees and gently prised Tina's labia apart and nibbled her clit.

"Keep doing that" she said, "I won't be long" and with that her first jet hit me square in the nose and mouth. I choked and spluttered a bit but I wasn't going to miss a second. I let her stream wash over me for a few seconds and then kissed my way up her body feeling the rest of her hot piss hit my hand as I fingered her gently. I had not been so turned on for ages and was already bone hard again.

We finished our shower with a more leisurely fuck under a hot powerful cascade, gently soaping and cleansing each other. When we hit the bed we fell naked into each others arms and were asleep in minutes.

The next morning I woke Tina by gently sucking her nipples. She loves that and will get very wet, very quickly. I asked her if she was ok with the way our sex life was going as we had done some things recently that I had never dreamed we would do.

"I really am fine with" it she said, "I only wish we had been more adventurous earlier on"

"What about when we talk about another man joining us", I asked.

"You know: Phil I mean."

"Why, are you thinking us going up a level with this"? She asked.

I thought carefully about my answer, did I want it to happen? What were the consequences?

"I have been thinking about it more and more but you know I could never do anything that would jeopardise our marriage."

"I have to admit that sometimes when you are away and we have been talking on the net, you have got me so worked up. And it has gone through my mind on more than one occasion: the idea is not as shocking as it was to start", she answered.

"Well it's good that we both understand each others fantasies and that we seem to be getting more alike in our desires, but let's not over analyse it.

It's good to have some things remain as fantasy I thought.

The next week saw me in Berlin for four days and the first two nights were following the recent pattern of mutual teasing. On the third night away Tina was sitting at the PC and talking dirty to me, her web cam in focus on her breasts which were peeking seductively out from her kimono dressing gown.

"I wish you were here now", said Tina". "I need a mans hands on these breasts". She leant back on the chair and I saw her hands slide beneath my view to her pussy.

"Of course if you can't make it I could always invite Phil over to take care of them for me", she teased.

"Oh fuck yes", I said pulling on my hard cock.

I was staring intently at the screen as her beautiful firm tits kept popping out from their hiding place as she worked her fingers in her cunt. Then it took me a second or so to notice a hand at her shoulder; a mans hand!

It caressed her neck and then teased her gown open revealing her firm breasts and even firmer nipples. The hand moved slowly across her right breast. Another hand appeared in view to copy the movements of the first on her left breast. I watched the hands first caress softly then increase their grip. I didn't realise how quiet we had both been until I heard Tina groan in pleasure.

"Are you OK?" She whispered quietly into the microphone.

"Uh, oh yes" I managed to stammer.

The hands had disappeared from view.

"No, are you really OK", with what's happening I mean? She questioned again.

"Sure", I stammered again as I recovered some composure. "If I was to say that I had just cum over my hand and didn't realise it would you believe me?"

Even though I had just cum I was still rock hard.

"Is it Phil?" I asked.

"Yes of course darling." "I thought it was time for me to take the initiative."

"Do you approve?"

In answer, I pointed my web cam at my cock. The head was still covered in cum and I had to clean up with a tissue.

"I think it's OK to carry on", I heard Tina say to Phil.

I heard Phil for the first time. "You're both sure about this?"

"Yes" we both chorused.

With that Phil's hands returned to Tina's breasts. He opened her gown fully and gently stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

I saw his left hand caress down her stomach while his right hand continued to alternately stoke and gently pinch her nipples. The left hand disappeared from view but I could tell from the look on her face and the way her body jerked that Phil's fingers had found her pussy.

I was dangerously close to cumming again, my cock so hard that it was painful. However I did not want to cum again until I had seen where this was leading.

Tina had lost the gown now and was naked before another man for the first time in at least 18 years. Phil was still standing behind Tina and reaching around to tease her breasts and pussy. Phil was fully dressed but Tina reaching around to unzip his fly. I could see that she was struggling with the zip. Phil undid his belt as Tina succeeded with his zip. Phil's trousers fell out of my view on the web cam. Tina caressed the growing bulge in Phil's underwear. Almost with a will of its own Phil's cock head appeared over the waistband of his underwear. Tina leaned forward to lick the precum from the top of his cock whilst sliding his underwear over his hips to the floor.

Tina then grasped Phil's cock and gently wanked it as she licked the head. My own cock was ready to burst a major blood vessel and I stammered. "What does it feel like darling"?

"What's it like to have another cock in your hand after all this time"?

"Mmphh" was the garbled reply as she sunk her mouth fully over Phil's cock and sucked harder.

The scene was straight from a porn film as I watched my wife's hand pump Phil's cock faster and faster. I could almost feel the suction as I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked harder and faster.

I could see Phil's balls start to churn as he was building to orgasm. Tina alternated between sucking and licking.

"Oh fuck", I said into the web cam. "He's going to cum on your face. I wanked my own cock harder and harder. I could tell that Phil was close to cumming even though I couldn't see his face.

The first jet of cum must have hit the back of Tina's throat quite forcefully. She pulled her mouth from his cock whilst continuing to wank him hard. The second and third blasts hit her on the nose and chin.

The sight of my friends cum dribbling over my wife's face sent me into one of the best orgasms I can remember. I have no idea where the first blast of my own cum went as it left my cock with such force. The feeling in my cock and balls had made me close my eyes for a couple of seconds. When I opened them again my wife was licking the last dribbles of cum from Phil's cock.

Oh how I wished that I was at home at that point. Although I have to say that there was something very erotic about the helplessness of being so far away from home.

Tina turned back to the web cam. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did", she asked?

"Oh yes my darling". "I just wish that I was at home with you now to hold you and fall a sleep in your arms".

"Me too", she said.

"Is Phil stopping over tonight", I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

"No, I want you to be here with me when he fucks me properly" she said with a very impish grin on her face.

There it was: out in the open. My wife wants to experience another mans cock. No longer a fantasy it was going to happen. I could only admire her self control as she could have fucked Phil there and then with my blessing but this way would be so much better.

How is Phil with this, I asked (as if I couldn't guess)? Phil had disappeared from view.

"He's left already" said Tina. I think he's little bit unsure about your take on this when your cock is not ruling your head she laughed.

I guess Phil had been playing it clever as we discussed this on many occasions and we both knew where we would like to take this.

"I can't wait to get home darling, are you ok with all this"?

"Of course I am Steve, I wanted to organise this tonight to show you that I am really enjoying our sex these days and I want you to know that whatever you want, I want, just hurry home".

Of course I had another day of meetings in Berlin but all of the next day my mind was elsewhere. I had managed to get an earlier flight though and expected to be home by about midnight that night.

I got home that night and the lights were still on so I guessed that Tina was still up. I came into the house and saw Tina at the PC. She was wearing her kimono as the night before. When she heard me come in we rushed to embrace each other. The sight of her beautiful pert breasts peaking out from her kimono is enough to revive the boner on a dead man and mine needed no further encouragement.

We kissed for a few minutes and our embrace gradually got more passionate as I massaged her breasts. I opened her kimono and let it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath and I could not wait to get her into bed.

"Wait a moment, I have to say goodnight to Phil". With that she sat back down at the PC. On the screen was Phil. Both web cams were on and I could see that Phil was also naked and pulling hard on his cock. The roles were reversed this time of course although Phil was only 3 miles or so across town.

Tina typed a message:

"Cum for me Phil"

And with that she moved the seat back and opened her legs so that Phil could watch her fingers slip into her cunt.

Phil changed hands and typed with one hand and wanked with the other.

"I can see why you use a microphone now Steve".

My mind raced as I tried to read all of the messages that they had been typing for the last hour or so. It looked like Tina had been teasing Phil to the point of orgasm for almost an hour. I took over the keyboard and typed...

"Thanks for looking after things whilst I was away"

Phil had given up typing and was pulling on his cock for all he was worth.

Tina peered over my shoulder still naked she had on hand on her cunt as she rubbed my cock through my trousers with the other.

On the screen Phil's cock erupted as a jet of cum shot from his cock over his stomach and chest. He went back to the keyboard and typed with a shaky hand "Oh fuck that was good, I have to go and clean up. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Sure", I typed in response. "Night"

I turned to face Tina and we kissed long and slow. Her lips were full and wet as our tongues met.

I caressed her beautiful bottom with one hand and tweaked her nipples with the other.

"Take me to bed and fuck me" she moaned.

We carried on kissing as we climbed the stairs. Tina was already naked and I tried to catch up shedding my clothes as we reached our bedroom.

We fell on the bed as I removed the last of my clothes. My cock was almost as hard as it had been the night before whilst watching on the webcam as Phil's hands caress my wife's breasts and finger fuck her whilst I was 900 miles away.

Tina was also very aroused and although I was eager to sink my cock into her beautiful hot wet cunt I also wanted to taste her arousal. I love licking my wife and I wanted to savour her smell and taste before we made love.

I licked along the length of her slit, gently nibbling her clitoris in between darting my tongue into her as far as I could.

"Oh God that's good", she moaned. "Move around so I can suck you."

I manoeuvred myself around trying not to lose contact with her cunt. I felt her tongue lick along the length of my cock before her lips engulfed me. I had been so turned on for the last 24 hours that I knew I could not last long. We 69'd for another 3 or 4 minutes before I warned that I would cum too soon if we didn't stop.

We moved back head to head and kissed again. My cock was painfully hard and was leaking more pre-cum than I had ever felt before. I slipped my cocked between her cunt lips which seemed to just suck me in. For all that she was very tight and there is nothing like the feeling of your foreskin being forced over the head of your cock by a tight wet cunt.

We fucked, gently at first, and kissed but we were both so turned. "Harder", she whispered. "Harder", louder this time. I picked up the pace and started to fuck her harder. "HARDER", she almost screamed this time. Her hands were on my arse pulling me in closer. A finger slipped gently into my arse as I pounded into my wife's cunt.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming" I grunted.

"Yes, fill me with hot cum", my wife moaned. "Fill my cunt". It was still a very arousing novelty to hear my wife use that sort of language but it only served to make me harder and fuck her faster. I felt the cum surging through my balls and up through my cock. I almost felt paralysed as my cum shot from my cock and into my wife's hot cunt.

Tina almost screamed as her orgasm hit at the same time.

I grunted with each surge of cum. There was a tremendous build up that needed to be released. I could feel the cum squishing from between her cunt lips and my cock as I came down from that orgasmic high.

As exhausted from our lovemaking as I was I still felt the urge to move down between Tina's legs and clean up the cum running out from her cunt, between her thighs and around to her gorgeous bum. As I licked her thighs, her cunt lips and then her clitoris she moaned and then held my head. She exercised her cunt muscles and squeezed more of my cum from her cunt. It ran over my lips and tongue and I struggled to lick it all up.

At last we both relaxed in each others arms. We kissed a long slow kiss. Tina didn't seem to mind that my cum was drying all around my face.

"I think you needed that one" she whispered in my ear.

"Last night was the most erotic thing that I have ever seen" I said to her. "I am so glad you took the initiative to call Phil over, was he surprised to get your call?"

"Funnily enough, he seemed to know what I wanted she replied, it was almost as if he was waiting for my call. Have you been discussing our sex life with him?

As she said it I knew it was time to confess to our discussions. Although she said it with a slight smirk on her face so that I felt that I was not in too much trouble. "Well Phil is not privy to all our secrets", I said, "but ever since he admitted that he'd love to fuck you we always discuss his previous sex life with Suzy and how much he misses her and of course the fact that I'm one lucky bastard to have a wife as beautiful as you." "I have also mentioned that I told you about his desire to fuck you and he was so mortified that I should have mentioned it that he has been unable to face you for months." "I also admitted that we used him once or twice in our fantasies and that seemed to ease his mind a bit."

I went on to tell Tina how Phil had admitted that our discussions had been the subject of most of his solitary wanking sex life for months. So I guess he may have been hoping to fulfil those fantasies but we honestly had not planned anything.

"Well I'm so glad that it has turned out this way", Tina said, "because I feel that our love life has been rejuvenated and as long as we are both comfortable with what we are doing I want to continue." "I do need to know how you feel about Phil fucking me though". "I realised after our call last night that I'd just assumed that it's what you want."

"Well if our sex life just keeps getting better then there is no way that Phil gets out of this house on his next visit without fucking you" I said.

On that we snuggled up together and fell asleep.

I slept through until about 8:30 the next morning which is a little unusual as I'm usually out of bed by 6:30. I heard the sound of the shower running and decided to join Tina. We spent the next10 minutes just soaping each others body and getting extremely turned on. We dried off and held hands as we walked through to the bedroom. We kissed and fell onto the bed. Without even realising it I had slipped my cock into Tina and we slowly made love. However as Tina approached her orgasm Tina moaned "I can't wait for you to see Phil fuck me, it just seems so naughty." I asked her if we should get him around tonight. "Oh fuck yes" she said "I'm going to cum." I felt her cunt get wetter and wetter. I slowed the pace of my fucking and pulled out before I came.

"Why did you pull out she asked."

"I think I'm going to need ALL of my energy for tonight" I grinned. But with that I could not resist going down to lick her pussy.

It was sheer torture not releasing my load of cum on Tina's tits or face but I knew it would be better to wait and let the anticipation build all day.

Eventually we got dressed and decided what we would do for the rest of the day. I thought I should give Phil a call to see if he was free that night. We had just assumed in our excitement that he would be.

I rang his number but he was not in so I left a message for him to call me.

Phil called back just after lunch. He sounded a bit subdued but I guess things had gotten as wild for him as it had for us. I suggested we meet in the pub, just the two of us for a drink.

I let Tina know what we were doing and she thought it would be a good idea and that she had some shopping to do anyway.

I met Phil 45 minutes later and he had a pint on the bar waiting for me. We shook hands but both could not think of what to say for a few moments then we both started to speak together.

Eventually Phil said "look Steve I'm not quite sure what to say here, if I've overstepped the mark" -- "stop right there mate," I said, "lets clear the air, Tina and I would like you to come around for dinner tonight, we really want to continue what we've started if you are OK with it."

The look on his face was priceless. "Thank fuck for that, he said I was sure I had ruined our friendship despite all we have talked about it in the past."

"Hang on" I said "Tina called YOU the other night didn't she?"

"Yeah but..."

His sentence tailed off.

"Look mate there are no strings here, I want to watch you fuck my wife; you want to fuck my wife and guess what!" "My wife wants you to fuck her so are you up for it?"

"Hell yes" he said "Jesus I need this beer now." And he nearly downed his pint in one.

We relaxed a lot after that and I told Phil all the details that Tina had not already told him. He told me how he had gone home the night before last from visiting Tina and despite her fantastic blow he had had a further two wanks before he went to bed and another in the morning but he had been anxious about our relationship ever since.

We had another couple of beers before Tina joined us. She walked into the lounge bar, looked around before spotting us at our table. She walked across making eye contact with Phil the whole time. Phil stood up as Tina approached. She put one hand around the back of his neck, leaned into him and gave him a deep, deep kiss. I could see her tongue fencing with Phil's. She broke free and gave me a kiss.

"Shit it's going to take me a while to get used to this" he said.

She sat down at my side of the table and asked who was going to buy her a drink.

Phil went to the bar to buy Tina a drink.

"So what have you boys been chatting about" she said with a wink to me.

"As if you didn't know" I replied." "Phil is coming around for dinner tonight, is that OK?" I asked to make sure that we were both still alright and to give Tina a chance to back out if she had had second thoughts. "Oh great" she replied. "Looks like my shopping won't be in vain then" she said. I took a peek into her shopping bags to see what she meant just as Phil returned with Tina's drink.

There looked to be a collection of lingerie in there that got my cock at half mast even with her being in it.

Phil got a peek into the bags also. "WOW" was all he could manage.

"What's in that big box" he asked?

"You'll both find out tonight if you're lucky she grinned."

As we had another drink our conversation got more risqué and I could see the bulge in Phil's trousers get larger. Tina confessed that she was getting very wet and felt so, so naughty. I can't wait to feel your cock in me Phil she whispered. Except that by now her whisper was not so quiet and a couple of lads playing darts near us started to laugh and stare at Tina.

"Look, I said to Tina why don't we find somewhere out to eat then go back to our place, I'm sure you don't want to cook now."

"Good idea" said Tina giggling, "I'm probably dangerous in the kitchen right now."

We walked a few hundred metres to a local Indian restaurant and ordered a meal and a couple of bottles of wine.

I think we were all really anxious to get finished and get back to the house and to be honest all I can remember from that meal was that we all got quite a bit pissed. However the short half a mile or so walk cleared our heads a bit and we managed to get back to the house without getting run over.

We rolled into the kitchen and I started to make some coffee and Tina went to the bathroom.

Phil and I took our coffee into the lounge and sat down. We seemed to hit a quiet period again. I broke the silence by asking Phil if he wanted to watch a DVD.

"Yeah sure"

I reached for my hidden collection at the back of one of the drawers and slotted it into the player. I purposely picked one of my favourites which was an MMF threesome. As usual it didn't take long for the non story to get to the fucking and sucking but I am sure that Phil's mind was elsewhere as mine was.

Just as a big busted blonde was getting spit roasted on the TV Tina walked into the lounge in a gorgeous light blue teddy. Her nipples were rock hard and pointing in our direction. The teddy was cut high on her thighs showing off her long legs and beautiful arse.

Phil and I sat there with stupid grins on our faces.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Stunning" said Phil.

"Fantastic", I mumbled.

Tina did a pirouette and walked closer in front of us.

I reached up to cup a breast and Phil looked at me before stroking her bum cheek.

"Ah, ah" she said backing away; you have to tell me which outfit you like best.

As she walked out of the room she cheekily popped the studs on the bottom of the teddy so we got a glimpse of her pussy.

Whilst she was out of the room I could see Phil trying to adjust his hardening cock in his trousers with being too obvious.

"Fuck this Phil" I said, "we all know what we want," and told him to get his cock out. I thought I should take the lead here and stood up and dropped my trousers. My cock was busting to get out of my boxers. I dropped them too. I must admit it felt a bit weird sitting down naked next to my mate but Phil did the same and sat down next to me.

I couldn't help staring at the first cock I had seen close up and personal. It was about an inch longer than my 6 ½" but I think I'm a bit thicker. I could see his cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum. I started to slowly wank and Phil did the same. We both looked at each others cocks and then at each other and laughed.

Right then Tina walked back into the room and looked at us both. "Didn't think it would take you long" she grinned.

Tina was wearing a pair of red crotchless panties and a matching half cup bra. God I could have cum there and then she looked so gorgeous.

This time it was me who said "WOW". Phil was just speechless. He just started to wank a bit harder.

Tina moved over to Phil and put her hand around his on his cock. She took his hand away and moved it into her crotch and placed her other hand back on his cock.

Phil didn't take long to slip one finger into her cunt and then another. But she soon backed away again and leaned over to me. I took one nipple that was peeking over the top of her bra into my mouth and gently bit it.

She backed away again.

"Are you ready for the last item?" She asked.

"Yes, but you'd better make it quick or I'll cum before you leave the room" I said.

"OK, then take your hand off your cocks don't touch them again until I say so and be good boys" she said and skipped out of the room again. "Fuck, does she always tease you like this?" Phil asked.

"I think it's the months of training teasing me on the web cam" I laughed.

Phil looked at my throbbing cock again. Are you about to cum? he asked.

It won't take much I said.

You'll have to squeeze it hard he said.

Yeah, but I'm not allowed to touch.

I don't know why, I can only put it down to the eroticism of the whole thing but he reached across and gripped my cock at the base. I must have looked a bit shocked at first but I didn't look him in the eye.

I seemed frozen for a few seconds but I instinctively reached across and held Phil's cock.

We just naturally started to wank each other. We didn't even see Tina come back in. But fuck me when we did see her it was the most erotic sight I have ever seen. She had on black leather high heeled boots that came up to her knees over stockings and suspenders. She did not have any panties on but a Basque which seemed to accentuate the slimness of her waist and made her tits seem so much larger as they spilled out over the top.

Tina seemed as stunned as we were as she looked at us holding each others cocks.

"God that looks so horny" she said. "But it's still cheating, never mind as long as you save the best for me" she added with a grin.

We both must have looked a bit stunned but we released our grip on each others cock and stared longingly at Tina.

I was sure that we could see her cunt starting to moisten as she paraded around the room for us. I had never seen her look more beautiful.

I got up from the sofa and kissed Tina long and hard on the lips. As I was doing this, Phil started to run his hands up and down her thighs. As we were hugging each other so closely I could feel when Phil's hands were reaching Tina's pubic hair. My own cock was wedged against her hot cunt and I could feel Phil's fingers stroke as much of my wife's cunt as he could reach.

I backed away a little so that Phil could slip a finger into her cunt.

"Want to swap?" I asked Phil.

"Yes please" he replied looking up into Tina's eyes.

I got down on my knees as Phil stood and leaned into my wife. It was strange seeing her kiss another man. Phil had one hand on her breast whilst his other reached around to stroke her bottom.

I picked up where Phil left off and started to tease Tina's cunt.

Phil's cock was close to my face as I leaned in to lick Tina's clit. As I licked between her lips Phil's cock started to press up against Tina's cunt and my face.

I turned to stare at it then took it into my mouth.

Phil let out a moan which caused Tina to look at what I was doing.

I think she was more stunned than I was and I suddenly developed a guilty conscience. I had never even had any gay or bisexual thoughts before nor had Tina and I discussed anything like this.

I took my mouth from Phil's cock and looked at Tina. She returned the biggest smile I had ever seen before she said "do it again."

I went back to sucking Phil's cock and started to finger fuck Tina.

Nice as this was, I was getting a bit squashed. As Tina was getting so wet and Phil's cock was nice and stiff, I took it from my mouth and aimed it between Tina's cunt lips. They both let out a stifled groan before Tina tried to climb onto his cock and take him fully.

I moved out of the way to watch as my wife took her first ever extra-marital cock.

As she climbed on Phil he carried her back to the sofa and lowered her down without letting his cock slip from her.

In this more comfortable position he started to fuck my wife harder and harder.

"Oh fuck, this is good" she moaned. I moved over to another seat and sat down to some serious wanking.

"Oh fuck" she kept moaning, "is this what you wanted to see darling, your best mate fucking the shit out of your wife."

I had never heard my wife use such crude language but it only served to turn me on more.

It was my turn to moan as I wanked harder and faster. "Fuck yes, fuck my wife Phil, give her the cock she wants, give her the cock she needs."

"Let me suck you darling Tina moaned."

I got up from the seat and kneeled close to Tina so she could suck and lick my cock.

"I'm going to cum soon darling, where do you want it?"

"Me too" moaned Phil as he continued to stroke in and out of Tina's cunt.

"I want you both to cum on my tits and face" she replied.

I looked at Phil, "are you ready?"

"Mnnnnfff, yeah" he groaned as he pulled out.

We got either side of Tina and wanked hard aiming in the general direction of her tits and face.

She reached up and fondled our balls. I was the first to blow and warned her. My first jet of cum shot across her tits covering her tits and arm, the next shot landed squarely on Phil's hand as he worked his cock hard. I managed to direct the last couple of shots over her chin just as Phil's cock exploded over her tits and my hand as I was massaging my cum into my wife.

I leaned down to Tina to kiss her and lick my cum from her face. I should have realised but I was in the firing line for Phil's next blast of hot cum to splash across both our faces.

It didn't bother me in the least and I continued to kiss my wife.

"God I need to cum darling, will you lick me?"

How could I refuse?

I switched around to let Tina suck my cock clean as I licked her.

The next thing I felt was two tongues licking up and down the length of my cock as they alternated between lick and sucking me.

I was in heaven.

I did my best to ensure that Tina got a fantastic orgasm as she licked my cock and kissed Phil.

I could feel the heat building up between Tina's leg and felt her muscles tighten as her orgasm approached.

She let out a mix between a muffled scream and a moan as her thighs clamped tightly around my head. I was determined to continue even if I suffocated between her beautiful thighs. Her orgasm kept coming and coming until at last she relaxed.

There was silence for a few minutes as we all recovered.

I got up to make us some drinks. When I came back in Tina and Phil were sat side by side on the sofa talking quietly. Tina was gently stroking Phil's cock and Phil had two fingers just nestling lightly between her cunt lips.
I put the drinks down and went get my camera.

The next 2 hours were filled with my wife fulfilling all my old fantasies as I took picture after picture of my wife getting fucked in multiple positions. She gave Phil the most erotic soapy wank and blowjob in the shower then they came back out and Phil took a series of pictures of me eating his cum from her freshly fucked cunt.

We all slept in our bed and I would love to say that we fucked the rest of the night away but the truth is that I was just too knackered.

However I did wake early in the morning to see Tina riding Phil's cock as they had a slow leisurely fuck.

Tina winked at me as I started to pull on my cock as I watched them. Tina collapsed on Phil as they both came together and before I knew it I was asleep again. No stamina huh? Our erotic adventure continued over the weekend as we pushed our boundaries even further. Perhaps I'll write about that after I have had a much needed wank after writing this.

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

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The night before our wedding before I went to my hotel room after we fucked and she lay there with my cum leaking out of her I told her I had a gift for her and that she had to promise me she would wear it during the wedding. She got excited and said I promise. As she opened it, unnoticed to her, a smile came on my face and my dick started to twitch. She looked up at me confused as she held a clear acrylic butt plug up. Etched in the side of it was her name and our wedding date. I told her that tomorrow she was to become mine and this meant completely mine. She started to open her mouth but no words came out. I’m sure she was confused considering we’d never even discussed anal much less done it. I shushed her and went on, “Look don’t act surprised, with an ass like that you had to know every guy you meet wants to fuck you in it. Well that asshole is mine now, along with the rest of you. You can keep all that I’m a good girl shit for your friends and your coworkers, I know the hoe you are when you have a dick in you and a finger in your ass, now I’m going to bring her all the way out.” The look in her eye would’ve almost made me think I’d misjudged the slut in my bride to be, but the juice running down the inside of her thigh gave her away. I told her to go to sleep and I’d be over at 5 am to put it in her ass. “But what if I have to go to the bathroom?” she asked. “You better take a shit before 5 because after that your ass is gonna be open like a 7-11. I’m sure somewhere in the back of her mind she figured that with a ceremony not even scheduled to start till 4pm the next day it was going to be a long day with he ass full.

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The next morning promptly at 5 I knocked on her hotel room door and it was opened almost immediately. She told me that she hadn’t slept much and she didn’t think there was any way she would be able to get that thing up her ass. I just laughed and told her don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna get his little girls ass to open up just fine. I took her into the bathroom and bent her over. Before she realized it I shoved a jelly vibrator in her pussy to get her going. As I rubbed her clit she began responding almost instantly. I told her to fuck herself with the vibrator and not to stop. As she did I squirted anal lube up her ass and proceeded to work the butt plug into her ass hole. I had it ¾ of the way in when she started to resist. I told her to relax and push like she was taking a shit. It took her a minute to understand and just as she started to tell me it wouldn’t fit, she felt the fattest part pop into her ass. She hopped up and down a couple of times getting used to the feeling, still holding the vibrator inside herself. I grabbed the base of the butt plug and shook it feeling it bump against the vibrator. She started moaning and I knew she was close to cumming. I yanked the vibrator out of her hands and told her, “Not so fast, you don’t cum until I tell you to.” She looked like she wanted to scream. I reached past her and turned on the shower, then pulled out my cell phone and called her best friend Lisa, the maid of honor in the next room. “Lisa, hey! It’s just after 6, can you get the girls up and go get Serena, you guys have a surprise breakfast at 6:30 – tell her I love her!” I hung up and smiled at my bride to be, “That way you don’t have time to masturbate! Better get dressed she has a spare key to your room and you don’t want her to know you have that up your ass! Oh and by the way, no panties under your wedding dress, or I’m canceling Cancun!”

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The wedding was a beautiful event, I’m pretty sure if anyone noticed Serena was walking like she had something up her ass they just thought it was the shoes. I still had one more surprise for her, she didn’t know the butt plug had a wireless remote that caused it to vibrate. You should’ve seen her jump when I pushed the button in my pocked as I kissed her at the altar. I’m sure everyone else thought it was just excitement, and for me it was. Throughout the reception I enjoyed turning her butt plug on and off, depending on who she was talking to. You don’t know the power you feel when you make your slut’s asshole vibrate while she’s Dancing with her father or talking to the priest. On more than one occasion she told me she had juices running down her legs.

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That night on the way to the hotel she kept reaching for my dick in the back of the limo and I kept pushing her hand away, telling her she had to wait. I still don’t think she completely understood the life she was going to have. When we got up to the honeymoon suite, I told her we needed to talk before anything got carried away. I told her to take off her clothes because I wanted her to give herself to me. “We’ve been fucking for 2 years, it’s a little late for that!” She replied, not understanding. “Take off your clothes.” I told her again. Once she was completely naked, I told her to relax. I pulled out some rope from my overnight bag and proceeded to tie her arms behind her back. We had experimented with bondage before so she didn’t resist. Once her arms were secure I blindfolded her and told her tonight would be the beginning of her life as my slut. I told her to open her mouth and I put large pink ballgag in her mouth and secured it to the back of her head. All she could do was moan in protest and moan she did. I lead her out onto the large balcony overlooking the city and bent her over the railing. She tried to stand up and I promptly slapped her ass, hard. “OW!” I could hear her moan into the ballgag. “Stay down!” I told her. I wrapped a rope around the back of her neck and tied her bent over the railing so her back was parallel to the ground and her tits were pointing to the sidewalk below. “You are my slut now, I can do anything I want with you. I am going to break you, I am going to train you to do anything I want.” “You are going to beg to eat my cum and eat my ass.” “You’ll be lucky if I ever fuck that sweet pussy again, because I am going to fuck your asshole anytime I want anywhere I want.” “You’re going to fuck any woman or man I tell you to, just because I tell you to.” The silence coming from her, told me she heard every word. I reached through the railing and attached clips with 4 oz weights on them to her nipples. She moaned in pain. I repeated everything to her again as I tied her legs to the railing, spread as wide as possible. I then proceeded to fuck her ass with the buttplug, calling her slut and whore as she moaned louder and louder. I jammed 4 fingers into her pussy and it was wet as hell. “Yeah you like this shit! I knew you wanted to be turned out! Are you my slut?” a muffled “um-hmm” could be heard. I started fucking her while shoving the buttplug in and out of her ass, when I looked up and saw several college age kids on the balcony across the street pointing. I waived and yelled, “It’s my wedding night! Just making sure this bitch knows she’s my slut for life! Feel free to watch, I’m gonna fuck her ass in a few minutes!” I swear I could hear Serena’s heart stop. Across the way I saw the flashes from digital cameras as they took pictures laughing and screaming “Hell Yeah!” back over to me. “You hear that, honey?”

It’s your first night being a slut and you’re already a star!” I could see her teeth showing on the ballgag in anger, but her pussy betrayed her as she started shaking in orgasm. “That’s my bitch!” I said to her. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you, I really do, and I’ll never leave you. I just needed to show you that I know what you really are, and that you are going to be that for me for the rest of your life. Now I’m gonna fuck that sweet, sweet ass of yours.” I pulled my dick out of her and walked back into the room looking for the anal lube that was in my bag, as I looked out on the balcony I decided to leave her there tied up for awhile, with the kids across the way snapping pictures. I turned on the vibration in her ass and proceeded to fix myself a drink. After 15 or 20 minutes I snuck back out behind her and smacked her ass hard several times, as she screamed into the ballgag. “Anal Time my love!” I whispered into her ear. I gently pulled the buttplug out of her relieved ass and squeezed ¼ of a tube of lube into her now gaping opening. I put the tip of my dick to her hole and pushed it in. As well as she’d taken the buttplug I don’t think she realized the difference in size between that and my dick. I almost felt bad for her… almost. I proceeded to take long steady strokes in and out of her ass to get her used to my size, before I proceeded to fuck her ass like it was going to be the last thing I would ever do on this earth. I yanked a handful of her hair and pulled her head back like I was the Lone Ranger and she was Silver! I reached around with my other hand to rub her clit, and as soon as I touched it she started cumming, and cumming hard! Moaning at the top of her lungs, screaming into the ballgag, “Fuck Me! Fuck My Ass!” over and over. Just as I started to shoot my cum up her ass I heard a knock at our door. I figured it was those college kids across the way, till I heard a voice say, “Hotel Security Open Up!” I finished shooting my wad up my wifes tensed ass then pulled out slapping her butt and saying to her, “Don’t go anywhere hunny!”

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I looked through the peephole in the door and saw 2 hotel security guards 1 black and 1 white and both obvious weightlifters. Having no shame as it was the honeymoon suit I opened the door butt naked. “Is there a problem?” I asked, catching them off guard. “Uh, sorry to intrude, but we’ve had a couple calls of a possible sexual assault on either your balcony or the one next door.” You can check my balcony,” I stated with a sly grin. The two proceeded to walk towards the balcony and a perfect view of my wife’s wet pussy and cum dripping asshole that still hadn’t closed from the days’ events. “What the….” They started to ask. “Relax,” I told them. “She’s my wife today’s our wedding day, look at our wedding picture, you can tell it’s the same person. I’m just training her to be my whore.” I could see my wife turning her head to see what was going on behind her, too bad about the blindfold. “Damn where can I find one of those?” The white guy asked me. “No shit!” Chimed in the black guy. “She’s the one and only I said, and you know what, you guys have had a long day, and it’s her hoe initiation, why don’t you take her for a test drive? Pussy is wet as hell and the asshole is already open, Batter up!” “Are you serious?” the both chimed in. “Look either you’re gay lovers and don’t want to fuck the hottest thing in this hotel, or you’re straight and you’re going to help me teach my wife that she’s a complete slut and that I can whore her out however I want.” “Man I ain’t catching no rape charge!” the white guy exclaimed. “Fine but you can’t rape the willing. Stick a couple fingers in her pussy, bet you $100 each it’s wet as hell. In fact since I just finished fucking her, lets wait 30 minutes and THEN you can stick your fingers in her, I’ll bet she’ll still be horny KNOWING you two are going to fuck her. If she’s not, you both get $100 cash, and if she is, you can choose to take the cash or fuck her to your hearts content, what do you have to lose?” The silence was golden, finally the black guy said, “Well I ain’t never been to college or nuthin, but I know a good deal when I see one, you’re on brotha!” We proceeded to leave my wife on the balcony with the college kids across the way still taking pictures, and we went in to have drinks and discuss the upcoming college football bowl games. Exactly 30 minutes later the white guy goes, “Time to make some money, cause that bitch is gonna be dry as sandpaper.” We walked up behind my wife and he promptly slit 3 fingers in her hot wet pussy like a hot knife through a stick of butter… “I’ll be damned he said, this has to be the horniest bitch I’ve ever seen!” “Keep your money I’ve always wanted to fuck a hoe in the ass, but none of them would let me,” As he pulled out his 10 inch dick I knew why… I’m not one to exaggerate, but this guy should have been in porn, it looked like he was trying to shove a lead pipe into a coke can. I gave him the tube of anal lube and told him he’d need it. I told my wife to relax, or it would hurt a lot more. Once he had ½ his dick up her ass she was shaking like kid who’d been locked out of the house in a blizzard. She told me later she lost track after she came for the 7^th time. He just kept pushing more and more of his dick up her ass and then he pulled the ball gag out Serena’s mouth. “Oh My GOD!!!!” She screamed, my ass, he’s ripping my ass in two!!! “You want me to stop?” He asked “Hell NO! she screamed I’m his slut and he told you to fuck me, now do it!” At this point he lost it and shot his load further up her ass than I ever hoped to go. As soon as he pulled out the black guard stepped up. Now I have a pretty good sized dick, a full 8 ½ inches and thick as hell. The white guard had a dick that was huge, but this brother’s dick proved every stereotype you could think of. A true Donkey dick if there ever was one and it was starting to go up my wife’s ass. Lengthwise he was only an inch or so longer than the white guy, but it was almost as thick as my wife’s forearm. “Oh God!” I heard her scream… “Can we go inside? I think it’ll be easier if I’m on my hands and knees” She said. “Hell why not, those kids had enough of a show.” Waving across the way as we untied and led her into the bedroom, I could hear the kids across the way talking about the pictures and putting them online. Once we got in the bedroom I took the blindfold off my wife and proceeded to kiss her. “I think you need to get fucked to take your mind of what’s about to go up your ass.” I told her pointing to the huge dick that was waiting for her. “Oh… My… God….” She stammered, “Yeah I think so and a shot!” We did a quick round of Patron shots and then I laid on the bed as she lowered her pussy down on me. “Lay still bitch or I may end up killing you!” The black dude told her. I though, he might be telling the truth. I started fucking my wife as I felt the pressure of his dick tearing her ass in two. She was shaking and cumming the entire time. I told her she was a good little slut and I knew she was the right one the first time I saw her. I came in her after about 10 minutes of feeling that monster dick in her ass and I slid out from under her. “Do what you want fellas, I’m worn out I said.” Going to take a shower I left the two of them there with her. I came back out and saw them taking pictures of her with their camera phones with their dicks in her ass, pussy and mouth. The white guy took a series of pictures of the black guys dick going from Serena’s ass to her mouth and back with him finally blowing his load on her face. After they were done fucking her, they got dressed, thanked me and left saying, it was obviously a false alarm and that there was no disturbance in my room. Serena lay there with a mixture of cum leaking from her pussy and ass, which was still open about a half an inch and dried cum on her face. One of the clamps still attached to her left nipple. “I Love you honey, is this what you wanted?” she asked. “Almost, there’s just one more thing.” I replied. “I want you to crawl back out to the balcony like the good little slut you are.” Exhausted she complied as I followed her out there. Looking across, I couldn’t believe the college kids were still out there waiting for more. Well I was about to give it to them. With my new wife kneeling in front of me covered in cum I reached down and pointed my dick and proceeded to wash her off with a warm stream of piss. She started to get up, “DON’T!” I commanded, “Stay down, get used to it.” She slid back to her knees and proceeded to lift her head up to me voluntarily knowing it was her face that needed to be peed on, the humiliation complete. As my bladder emptied to the cheers across the way I told her to suck my dick and get every drop out. As she did I felt my balls tingle and realized I had 1 more in me… I proceeded to fuck her mouth and throat one more time before laying my cum across her face. “Don’t wipe it off,” I said, let it dry completely then you can go to bed. I want it to be there when you wake up as a reminder of what you have become.” “Yes Daddy, I love being your slut,” sh

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.