Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Olivia. I'm 5'2" and, though not fat by any means, I've been told that I have curves in the proper places. My 44 DD breasts catch the eyes of more than a few men. Of course, the one man that I've been eyeing at work doesn't seem to notice. Maybe I should explain.

I've never been one for love. I've never been one for a relationship, for that matter. I like sex, pure and simple. I've never had difficulty getting men . . . again due to my noticeable chest. But Tom's different. He's married . . . and he is actually faithful to his wife. I've tried flirting with him, but he just blushes shyly and finds some excuse to be put distance between us. I've seen the picture of Sara on his desk and, while it's only a headshot, I can see why he's faithful. Her blue eyes are the kind that men get lost in, but have an innocence about them that is appealing. Her blonde hair flows over her shoulders like honey . . . a stark contrast to the short, black-bleached-blonde hair that grows on top of my head. The only thing that the two of us seem to have in common is our lips. We both have full, red lips that are only accented by a touch of the similar, red lipstick that we wear. She was the kind of girl that I went after in college.

Oh? I didn't mention my varied tastes? Well, there's a history there, you see. When I was in high school, I found out that I was a "mutant." Now I'm a comic book fan and got that term from one of them, but it really does describe me. I give off a "pheromone," for lack of a better word, that sexually excites people. By the time I was in college, I could control the amounts that I gave off. The problem is, it only affects women. At first, I hated this. But I grew to appreciate the power. I could turn some of the most conservative preps in my dorm in writhing whores who couldn't get enough of my tongue, and this turned me on to no end.

And it was because of this ability that I came up with a plan to fuck Tom. He may not cheat on his wife with me, but what if I could get her involved?

It was a Friday afternoon, and Tom was just finishing up with his last client. Mine had actually left a half-hour earlier, but I had stayed under the pretense of getting some work done. In truth, I was waiting for Sara to meet Tom. I wanted to meet her face to face.

At a little after 5:30, she arrived. I must say that I was impressed. The black dress that she wore was very becoming and flattered her figure quite nicely. She was built similar to me, except that she was a few inches taller and her breasts were . . . I'd guess . . . D cups. The dark fabric of her dress accented her pale skin and the top button of the front was undone, showing a slight amount of cleavage. She was a vision and, like me, probably had men staring at her.

I had packed my briefcase so I could time my departure when she was there. I stepped out of my office and purposely shut the door a little too loudly. A glance in her direction showed that she was looking at me, just to see where the noise had come from. She flashed a friendly smile and turned toward Tom's door.

I had to act now. I waved at her and said, "Hi! You must be Sara!"

She stopped and looked at me, surprised. "Yeah. Uh, you kind of have me at a disadvantage."

I hurried up to her and extended my free hand. "I'm Olivia, your husband's co-worker. He talks about you all the time." As she took my hand to shake it, I release a small amount of the pheromone. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me, trying to figure out where her slight arousal had come from . . . and she was probably a little scared.

Tom came out of his office. "Hey, honey," he said as she turned toward him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I see you met Olivia."

"Uh . . . Yeah," Sara said, her eyes coming back to me. "Funny that you never mentioned her."

"I'm sorry," he returned. "I didn't think that you liked for me to talk about work all the time."

"So what are you two lovebirds doing this weekend?" I asked innocently.

"Tom's barbecuing tomorrow," responded Sara. "He's a master with the grill."

"Mmmmm . . . Sound's great," I sighed.

Just as I figured that he would do, Tom politely asked, "And what are your plans for the weekend?"

"I'm going to rent a bunch of movies and lock myself in my apartment," I chuckled. As I said this, I released a little more of my pheromone and glanced at Sara.

She closed her eyes and absently moved her right hand up to unbutton another button on her top. This seemed to go unnoticed by Tom who was glancing at his watch. What caught his attention was when she blurted, "Why don't you join us?"

His eyes shot up, but he didn't say anything. I knew that he would feel uncomfortable having his wife and the girl who has been flirting with him both in the same place. But I also knew that he would be too polite to contradict her.

Dutifully, I responded, "I couldn't impose like that," and released just a little more of my musk.

Sara was actually starting to perspire. "Nonsense," she chimed. "Any friend of my husband's is a friend of mine."

I shrugged. "Well . . . okay."

She gave me the directions to their apartment and rushed Tom out of the building.

I waited a few minutes, then followed them out. Tom's Cavalier was still parked in his space, but it was bouncing slightly. I made my way past the car, pretending not to notice what was going on inside, but I did get a pretty good look. Sara had Tom on his back in the backseat. Her buttons had been undone enough for her ample breasts to be free. They glistened with sweat as she road his cock hard, right there in our work's parking lot.

Apparently, I had gotten her so turned on that she couldn't wait for after dinner. Tom was probably wondering what had gotten into his conservative wife. I'm sure he was enjoying himself, anyway. I envied her . . . him . . . both of them. But I'd rectify that tomorrow evening . . .

I rolled my eyes and looked down to examine myself. My clothing today had been chosen for eye-appeal and, hopefully, quick removal. I wore a blue, silk blouse with the top two buttons undone (I'd tried three, but it would have shown my black-laced bra, which would have been a bit too obvious). My black miniskirt matched the heels that I wore and just barely covered my thong. I smiled at the affect. Looking back at the old man, I still noticed that he wasn't even paying attention to me. His cock must have fallen off years ago.

I stepped up to #1830. Ringing the doorbell, I could smell the grill that must be in use in the backyard. After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Sara. She was wearing a slight amount of makeup, though nothing over the top. Her skirt was made of denim and wasn't too tight. Her dark red T-shirt also wasn't very revealing. Obviously, she wasn't dressed for the game that I wanted to play tonight.

As her eyes looked me over, taking in my every curve, I released a controlled amount of the pheromone. I noticed her breath increase slightly as she smiled and moved to the side. "You're just in time," she commented cheerfully. "Tom's bringing in the meat now."

I smiled, biting back the crass "meat joke" that I would have normally said, and replied, "I brought some wine. I hope you guys don't mind." I handed her the paper bag that contained a bottle of the strongest wine that I'd ever had. It was bottled in a special winery fifteen miles outside of town. While the flavor was sweet and non-threatening. I drank an entire bottle by myself once only to have it knock me on my ass. A friend told me that she thinks that they put Everclear in it. So much the better.

She smiled again as I entered. I watched as she walked into the open kitchen and placed the bag on the counter. The sliding back door opened and Tom walked in, carrying a plate of chicken breasts. He was wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt and the slight breeze outside and slightly messed his brown hair. He saw me and smiled shyly as he walked past and set the plate on the kitchen table. "Did you have trouble finding us?" he asked politely.

"None at all," I responded. "My mother lives in this area." I noticed Sara look up curiously, so I continued, "She lives about two blocks away, actually. On Aberdeen."

"Olivia brought some wine," commented Sara.

"Cool," replied her husband. "We'll have to break out the wine glasses."

"I'll get them," I volunteered. "Where are they?"

Sara had turned back around to grab some side dishes from the counter. "Up there." She motioned with her head to the cabinet above her.

I moved to her right and leaned up and, as I opened the cabinet door, released another bit of pheromone. As I grabbed three wineglasses, I glanced toward her to see her looking down my shirt. I was barely able to hide my smile of delight.

Tom sat in a comfortable chair near the sliding doors. Sara sat on the couch across from him and I took a seat next to her. I had hoped that splitting the potent wine up between three people would keep it from having that knockdown affect on us. I was right. More importantly, the wine had made Tom loosen up. He was laughing and seemed to be enjoying himself. I had started a game of "Truth or Dare," starting out with normal questions about likes and dislikes. I had slowly moved into the more personal questions and was happy to note that they had jumped in by getting personal with questions addressed to me, as well. I was particularly interested in the fact that, while Tom had been with other people before they had met, Sara had been a virgin.

I had been trying to lead the questions to even more personal information. At one point, I had thrown caution to the wind. "Tom. Truth or dare?"

Tom thought for a moment. "Truth."

So be it. "Have you ever messed around with another man?"

Without a thought, Tom answered, "Nope."

I raised an eyebrow, but he denied it again. I'm usually a good judge and I believed him.

"Okay," he smiled, "Olivia, truth or dare?"

I gave him a crooked smile and said, "Truth."

"Have you ever messed around with another woman?"

I had hoped that he would ask that. "Yes."

He seemed genuinely surprised. So did Sara. I looked at her lewdly. "Truth or dare, Sara."

She considered for a moment. "Truth."

"Have you ever messed around with another woman?"

No hesitation. "No." I believed her.

"Truth or dare, Olivia?" It was Sara's turn to ask.

"Truth."

"Did you enjoy messing around with women?"

I released a little more pheromone as I answered, "Absolutely."

She sucked in her breath with a shudder. I smiled and looked at her husband. "Truth or dare, Tom?"

"Truth," he looked a little nervous. The slight bulge in his pants might have something to do with that.

"Have you ever fantasized about seeing your wife with another woman?"

He looked at Sara and their eyes met for a few seconds before he gave an answer that somewhat surprised me, despite the fact that it would make things a little easier. "Yes."

I glanced at her. She didn't seem surprised, either. Apparently, they'd discussed it before.

"Truth or dare, Olivia?"

I glanced at Tom. "Truth."

"Are you attracted to my wife?"

I looked at her and gave off a little more of my stuff as I said, "Oh, yeah."

There was a moment of silence, then I looked at Sara and asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

I was somewhat surprised by this, but I recovered quickly. "Take your shirt and bra off."

She considered for a moment before glancing at her husband and pulling off the shirt. Reaching behind her back, she removed the undergarment. Her large breasts bounced free. Though I'd seen them yesterday, they looked so much better without the tint of the window in the way.

She looked back and forth between her husband and me. Finally, she asked, "Truth or dare, sweetheart?"

He took a deep breath. "Truth."

"Would you be turned on by seeing me messing around with Olivia?"

He swallowed hard. "Yes."

He looked at me and said, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

He breathed hard. "I dare you to play with Sara's breasts."

Now that was leading somewhere. I glanced at Sara. I couldn't very well follow through with the dare if she didn't allow it. She looked at him and, for a moment, I thought that she might actually get angry with him for his insolence. Just to be on the safe side, I released a strong dose of the pheromone and her eyes flashed to me and she instinctively moved her arms away from her chest.

I leaned forward, caressing each breast in turn. She closed her eyes with the pleasure as I gently pinched the nipples. I glanced over toward her husband, whose eyes were glued to us. I gave him a crooked smile and leaned over, taking one of the nipples into my mouth. Sara let out a slight moan and I could see the bulge in Tom's pants grow even more. I released even more pheromone as I alternated between the nipples, all the while caressing the breasts with my hands.

I was really turned on my now, so I reached up with my hands . . . my mouth never leaving those lovely breasts, and unbuttoned my blouse, removing it, then the bra, gladly. As I moved my right hand up to continue massaging Sara's breast, I gently moved the other up her skirt to find that her panties were soaked. I couldn't help but smile as I looked up at her and asked, "Truth or dare, Sara?"

Between her gasps of ecstasy, she looked down at me and, perhaps in a vain attempt to keep things from going too far, answered, "Truth."

That wouldn't stop me. I released a massive amount of pheromone and inquired, "Would you like me to eat your pussy until you cum?"

Without a word, Sara's hands shot up her skirt and yanked her panties down. I moved over to give her room to get them off. After that, she lay back on the couch and spread her legs. I could smell her arousal as I leaned forward, casting a glance at Tom, who was breathing heavily and rubbing his crotch. Just before my tongue touched her beautiful clit, I released the most pheromone that I can release at one time. I wanted this to be a sensation that she would always remember.

When I started licking, Sara began to groan. I had maybe gotten her a little too excited. Her first orgasm rocked her body almost immediately and I could taste her sweet nectar pouring into my mouth. I looked up to find that her eyes were closed and she was pinching both nipples as her back arched in ecstasy. I continued to suck her clit into my mouth and, when she screamed and put one of her hands on the back of my head to hold me in place, I knew she wasn't anywhere near finished.

I glanced over at Tom to find that he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock, starting to stroke it. It was even bigger than I had imagined and I suddenly wanted it buried in me while I ate his wife. I looked back at her and said, "Your husband looks a little lonely." Then I released more pheromone as I went back to diligently eating her pussy.

I could hear her say, "Truth or dare, Sweetheart?"

Without a thought, Tom replied, "Dare."

"I dare you to take Olivia from behind while she eats me."

Tom climbed from his chair, his dick rock hard, and made his way to the couch. I could feel him position himself behind me. Then, I felt his shaft plunge deep inside of me. The feeling was electric. I groaned in intense pleasure as I continued to eat Sara.

With each thrust, I could feel my own orgasm building. I looked up at Sara and saw her looking over my head at her husband. Her eyes were filled with passion, so I released even more pheromone and shoved my tongue into her pussy. She let out a cry and arched her back as I pulled my mouth away and said, "Are we going to fuck here on this couch all night, or do you guys want to go to a bed?"

The three of us climbed off of the couch and made our way to their bedroom. I climbed on their queen-sized bed and lay on my back. Tom got on his knees, lifted my hips and shoved that rock-hard dick of his back inside of me. Sara straddled my face, her front toward her husband, and began pinching my nipples as I continued my little "dinner." I could imagine Sara passionately kissing her husband over me while I ate her pussy and he fucked me.

As I felt myself coming close to climaxing, I reached up and began to pinch Sara's nipples, just as she was doing to me. My orgasm built to an explosive intensity as Sara began to cum in my mouth again. I could feel her shaking uncontrollably as Tom groaned and pulled his cock out of me, covering my stomach and breasts with his seed.

Sara climbed off of me and I could see her move toward her husband and kiss him hard on the mouth. Then the two of them looked at me as I dabbed a bit of his cum on my index finger and licked it off. After that, I dabbed some more on the same finger and offered it to Sara, who cleaned my finger easily. She then leaned down and licked every bit of his jism off of my body.

The three of us collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Sara was in the middle and Tom and I each used one of her breasts for a pillow.

After a moment, I remember Sara asking, "So who won the game of 'Truth or Dare,' anyway?"

I usually don't move around much in my sleep, which is why I still had my head resting on the softness of Sara's breast. Tom, on the other hand, had alread turned his back to us. I was suddenly very horny.

I raised my head to uncover her nipple and gently licked it. Her breathing remained steady, so I took it into my mouth and nibbled on it. Her breathing began to change as I reached over and pinched the other one, releasing a large amount of my pheremone.

It didn't take long before I could detect the scent of arousal coming from between her legs. I carefully moved up along the side of her body and put my mouth close to her ear. At that moment, I moved my hand between her legs and started to massage her swollen clit. A groan excaped her lips.

I released some more pheremone and whispered in her ear, "Are you still horny?"

In the dim light of the room, I could see her open her eyes and look at me lustfully. She nodded.

"Does it turn you on that another woman is pleasuring you while your husband lays, unknowing, right next to you?"

A look of guilt moved into her eyes, until I released some more pheremone. Then I asked, "Knowing that you are cheating on your husband while he is laying right next to you adds spice, doesn't it?"

She sighed with pleasure as I put two of my fingers inside of her, then nodded in agreement.

"Do you want me to please you again?"

She immediately nodded again.

"Then tell me what you want me to do to you," I commanded.

"I want you to do what you did after the "Truth or Dare" game," was her reply.

"That's not good enough," I responded. "I noticed that you don't have a slutty mouth."

She didn't respond to this.

"You don't swear, do you?" I reiterated.

Between gasps of pleasure, she shook her head.

"But you want to be a slut for your husband, don't you?" I asked.

"But he doesn't want a slut," she countered.

I released some more pheremone and said, "All men want sluts. Didn't it please him when you fucked him in the back seat of his car after work?"

She nodded.

I released some more pheremone and commanded, "Then tell me what you want me to do to you, slut?"

"I want you to eat my fucking pussy!" she whispered a little too loudly. "I want you to teach me how to be a slut!"

Fortunately, Tom's steady breathing continued.

I smiled and kissed my way down her neck, biting one of her nipples as I passed it, until I'd gotten to her pussy. Wet with arousal, her clit glistened in the moonlight. I let my tongue flicker out and touch it. The effect was immediate. Sara's breath caught in her throat, then her breathing began to speed up as my tongue continued it's relentless assault.

While I ate her, I finger-fucked her with my right hand while pinching one of her nipples with my left hand. Before long, her heavy breathing was undertoned with moans and I thought that she might wake her husband. As if sensing my thoughts, she grabbed a pillow and covered her mouth with it. This dampened the increasing volume of her wails.

I moved back up to her ear, my right finger now rubbing her clit. I leaned close and released my maximum amount of pheremone as I whispered, "Any time that I want to fuck you, you will always agree. The only thing that turns you on more than the prospect of me eating your pussy is the thought of your husband fucking me. You will do what you can to arrange that, without your involvement. Do you understand?"

I pulled the pillow away from her face to see her looking at me in pure passion. "Yes," she gasped as the first wave of the orgasm hit her.

"You will be a devoted wife to him, never arguing with him and always fucking him whenever he asks. But, whenever he goes down on you, you will always fantasize that it is me eating you. Do you understand?"

She gasped an affirmative as the second wave of the orgasm hit her.

"Repeat what I have ordered you to do."

"I will always let you fuck me. I will . . . try to arrange for you to fuck . . . my husband." She could barely talk as what was probably the biggest orgasm that she had ever had was building. "I will be a devoted wife and let him fuck me whenever he chooses and I will fantasize about . . . you . . . whenever he eats my pussy!" As the orgasm struck, I wrapped my lips over hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined as she moaned into my mouth at the strength of the orgasm that was making her mine and, soon, would make her husband mine, as well.

As she settled down, I held her close. She sighed, contented, and fell asleep.

The next morning, I got up before either of them awoke and left. I know that she fucked his brains out when they woke up. I told her to do so before I left . . .

I arrived early and asked the waiter for a table in a dark corner. He gave me a circular booth and brought me a glass of wine. A few minutes later, Sara showed up. She looked hot. She wore a blue denim skirt and an untucked, button-up shirt that left the top three buttons free, showing a delightful amount of cleavage. Even though I couldn't exactly give off the pheromone over the phone, it was obvious that it was still having an affect on her. This wasn't surprising. I had seduced women in college who were still dressing the part of the slut five years later.

I smiled as she walked by a table of high school boys who stared hard at her breasts. Maybe we could give them a better show.

Sara sat down at the booth and flashed a pearly smile. "Hi," she offered.

I released a slight amount of the pheromone and hugged her, giving her a sensuous kiss on the neck as I did so. I could feel a shiver run up her body.

As we pulled apart, I replied, "Hi." I looked over her attire lewdly. "Nice outfit."

"Thanks," she replied as she bent forward, giving me a view of her luscious tits. Judging by the grin on her face, I think that this was intentional.

"How's hubby?" I asked as I took a sip of the red wine.

"He's good," replied Sara. "He's not so much of a prude anymore." The waiter came up and she ordered an Amaretto Sour.

"He was a prude before?" I inquired.

"Well, he's always been good in bed . . . But he's never been one to just . . . fuck."

I grinned. "And he is now?" I released some more of the pheromone, hoping to get her to tell me more.

She took a shuddering breath. "He's fucked me every night since you were there."

"Has his technique improved?"

"OHHHHHHHH yeah," she responded. "Last night, we went to a strip club and I hired him a lap dancer. When she was finished with him, she walked up and stuck her tongue in my mouth. It turned him on so much, he pulled me into the men's bathroom and fucked me right there."

"Mmmmm . . . Sounds yummy," I commented. I was beginning to get really turned on at that point, so I moved a little closer to her and put my right hand on her left leg. "Have you given anymore thought to what I asked you to do regarding Tom?"

Sara's carefree attitude clouded. "You mean, about me encouraging him to fuck you without us being in a treesome?"

"Yeah."

She fidgeted with the tablecloth. "I'm not so sure that I would feel comfortable with that."

I released a concentrated amount of the pheromone and started to move my hand up her thigh. "Of course you would feel comfortable. The thought of seeing your husband fuck somebody else is the hottest thing to you. It makes your pussy feel all wet and squishy." I moved my hand under her panties and noticed that she had already begun to leak precum. I gently stroked the clit and she moaned with pleasure. "You just want to sit there and finger-fuck yourself while he's spilling his seed inside of me. The disloyalty adds spice, don't you think?"

She was breathing heavily by now and was looking at me with pure passion in her eyes. I looked across the room to note that one of the teenage boys was looking at us, too. I decided to give him a show and I unbuttoned three more of the buttons of Sara's blouse. She hadn't worn a bra, so her tits bounced free. I leaned over and took one of the nipples into my mouth, all the while rubbing her clit feverishly.

I looked up to see our waitress, her tray with the Amaretto Sour shaking, nervously watching us. The cloud of pheromone around us was getting to her, too. She was perspiring and breathing heavily and I thought that she might drop Sara's drink. I looked up at her and said, "I think you can put that down, now."

The waitress caught my eye in embarrassment, sat the drink down in front of Sara's breasts, then left hastily. I took the drink and poured a small amount of it over one of Sara's nipples, then dutifully licked it clean.

I now had three fingers inside of her while I rubbed her clit with the thumb of the same hand. She bucked in the seat as an orgasm rocked her body.

As she calmed down and her breathing returned to normal, she ran her fingers through her hair as I released a maximum amount of pheromone and asked, "Isn't seeing your husband fuck another woman a fantasy that you just HAVE to try?" I swirled her drink with one of the fingers that was covered with her cum and offered it to her.

She smiled lustfully at me and asked, "Can you come by tonight?"

Sara put herself back together and I got up and went to the women's bathroom. I opened one of the stall doors and stepped inside, fully intending to use it. As I closed the door and locked it, I heard a slight moaning coming from the stall next to mine. Curious, I got up onto the toilet seat and glanced over the wall.

The waitress was sitting on the toilet, fingering herself with her right hand, while she pinched the nipple of her small, perky breasts with her left. She was cute, with long dark hair and an athletic build, so I decided to watch for awhile. Since she hadn't seen me, I released a massive amount of the pheromone and saw her passion increase as she fingered herself to a frenzy, her wails practically rattling the walls of the stall.

I climbed down from toilet and stepped quietly out of the stall, although I think that I truthfully could have been wearing lead boots and she wouldn't have heard me over her own voice. I walked to the door to the bathroom and encountered the manager, an attractive middle-aged woman with red hair, green eyes and at least a C cup. She was looking past me at the stall in which her worker was masturbating. I released another massive pheromone cloud and noticed her anger melt into fascination as she approached that door. I turned and left.

As I got back to the table, two of the teenage boys were talking to Sara. I cleared my throat loudly and looked at her. The disappointed boys turned and walked back to their table as I took my seat next to my new little slut. "I wouldn't count on our waitress coming by soon," I commented. "Unless I miss my guess, her manager is about to give her a raise."

Before leaving the house, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing my favorite, red dress. A love toy named Connie in college had given it to me after a few nights of wild lovemaking. She had been the president of the largest sorority on campus. She and her high-nosed friends had turned their noses up at my application for membership, as they had heard rumors that I was a "dyke." Connie had been the most rude of the group, so I had enjoyed alienating her from her friends by seducing her. But that is a story for another time.

The dress emphasized every curve and pushed up my considerable cleavage. It ended about six inches above my knees.

I pulled out my darkest, blood red lipstick and applied it to my lips. It made me look like a vampire. I felt like one, too. Afterall, I was stalking some very precious prey tonight.

After spraying Passion by Elizabeth Taylor in my cleavage, I grabbed my purse and keys and left . . ..

"Where's hubby?" I asked.

"I sent him to the store for some wine," was her response. "I was hoping that I could have you laying on our bed when he gets home."

Clever girl. "Let's get to it, then," I smiled as she moved aside to permit my entrance.

I followed her into the bedroom. The smell of incense filled my nostrils and went straight to my pussy. I had always loved incense. The correct aromas could be a powerful aphrodisiac . . . Just like my pheromone.

Sarah seated herself in a comfortable chair that faced the bed. I climbed onto the bed and lay on my side, my head propped on my right hand.

I looked at her and she appeared nervous. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes darted up to meet mine. "I'm fine," she lied.

"You're not getting cold feet, are you?" I released a large amount of the pheromone and continued, "I thought you said that the thought of seeing your husband fuck me would be an extreme turn-on."

The pheromone worked immediately. Her eyes closed and her hands went instinctively up to her breasts, pinching the nipples aggressively. "Oh, no," she whispered. "I couldn't possibly get cold feet about that."

At that moment, we heard the front door open. Tom's voice called out from the living room, "Honey!"

Her eyes opened and she looked at me lustfully as she responded, "In here, sweetheart!"

I heard his footsteps as he approached the bedroom. Then the door opened and he looked in at us.

Well, he actually looked at Sara. The passion in his eyes for his wife, after having been married for two years already, was enviable. I almost backed out right then. Maybe I could be the one to watch. But no. I had wanted him to fuck me, and it was about to happen. I wasn't trying to take him from her permanently.

I'm not a that much of a bitch, you know.

Sara climbed from the chair and walked over to her husband. Putting her arms around his neck, she gave him a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, which he returned gladly. Finally, she pulled away, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I have a present for you." She gestured toward the bed.

This seemed to be the first time that he had seen me. His face went through a gamut of emotions ranging from lust to confusion. Finally, he looked at his wife and simply stated, "I don't understand."

"I've always wanted to watch you fuck another woman," she whispered into his ear, just before letting her tongue flick out and lick it.

He raised an eyebrow. "You have? Since when?"

As she nibbled on his earlobe, she said, "Always."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

She pulled away from him and regarded him as she would a child. "I'm telling you that I want you to fuck this big-breasted hottie on the bed here, and you're questioning me?"

He glanced at me. I gave him a lewd stare and licked my lips. "She wants to you and me to help her fulfill her fantasy. Afterall, she and I helped you to fulfill your fantasy."

He looked back at her. "You really want this?"

She rubbed the crotch of his jeans with her right hand. "Oh, yeah."

He pulled away from her and walked toward the bed . . . and me.

I climbed up on my knees as he stood in front of me. The nervousness in his eyes almost made him look like a schoolboy who was about to lose his virginity. It was cute. I gave him a crooked smile as I wrapped my arms around him and gave him an open-mouthed kiss. After the experience of french kissing his wife, I purposely gave him a less "duelling swords" kiss. I wanted him to remember this as a different kind of experience than those that he regularly had with his wife. I didn't necessary want to do anything better than her, just differently.

At first, he was stiff. But his nervousness eventually melted away and he started returning the kisses with gusto. And he was a damn fine kisser, too.

I moved my arms down to his wrists, never removing my lips from his, and raised his hands to my breasts. He instinctively began to massage them through the fabric of my dress. The way that he moved his hands in circles felt fabulous. He even seemed to be teasing me by touching the nipples, which were now rock hard, just long enough to send a bolt of pleasure through me.

I wanted to make sure that Sara wasn't getting jealous, so I released my maximum amount of pheromone. Immediately, I heard her say, "Fuck her, honey. Fuck her NOW!"

His hands moved around to my back and I felt him unzip my dress. He pulled the straps from my shoulders and let the dress fall to my waist, then followed suit by pulling his lips from mine and burying his face in between my tits. I could feel him kissing and licking and nibbling the flesh between them and it felt amazing. I let out a low moan as his hands moved up to pinch my nipples.

I could feel the dampness between my legs and my heart racing. Sara let out a groan of pleasure and I opened my eyes to look at her. Her right hand was under her top, pinching her right nipple, while her left hand was buried in her pussy. I smiled and thought about all of the fun that I was going to be able to have with these two in the future.

Tom had moved down and lifted my skirt. I hadn't bothered with panties, so he had a direct route to my cunt, which he used readily. He pushed me onto my back (damn, I love it ROUGH!) and put his face between my legs. His tongue licked me with practiced ease. I pinched my own nipples as I groaned in ecstasy. I looked down at him to see his eyes watching my face. To give him a better show, I pushed my massive tits upward and alternately licked my own nipples. When he saw me doing this, he increased the intensity of his tongue's performance and brought me to a massive orgasm.

I pulled away from him then, rolling him onto his back. I crawled to the edge of the bed and climbed off, positioning myself between his legs. Kneeling on the soft carpet, I turned and gave Sara, who was still fingering herself to ecstasy, a wry smile, just before I took Tom's rock-hard cock into my mouth.

Though circumstances have given me a pretty equal number of male and female sex partners, I have always had a special place in my heart for sucking dick. There is nothing at all that turns me on more than the feeling of a throbbing member that actually gets bigger while it is in my mouth. Since Tom was so engorged, I didn't think that this would happen. I was wrong . . .

I pulled his dick from my mouth and stroked it, then put it back in, sucking hard and moving my lips up and down the length of his shaft.

He groaned with the pleasure as he stroked my hair. Fearing that he would cum before I could get that throbbing trunk inside of me, I stood and looked at Sara. "How do you like it when he fucks you in the ass?"

She barely opened her mouth, but the intense orgasm that she was bringing on herself made it impossible for anything but an intense cry to issue forth.

Tom answered for her. "I've never taken her there."

I smiled. Talk about doing something "different".

I climbed onto the bed next to him and put my mouth next to his ear. "Do you want to do that to me?" I whispered.

He nodded.

"Then tell me." I looked down to see that he was stroking his cock, its shaft glistening with my saliva. The thought of what we were doing with his wife sitting just a few feet away was incredibly hot.

"I want to take you that way," he dutifully repsonded.

I smiled and shook my head. "My ASS. You want to FUCK me in my ASS." I moved my left foot up to start rubbing his cock. "Come on . . . You can say it." I looked over at Sara, who was still convulsing with her own orgasm. "Your wife tells me when she wants me to eat her pussy."

I looked up at him to find that he was glancing at her lustfully. Finally he looked at me and ordered, "Get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you in the ass!"

I scrambled to get into position. I loved anal sex. And knowing that this was a new experience for him made it that much hotter. He positioned himself behind me and I could feel the head of his dick dived in, then out, of my pussy . . . I guess to get it wet again. Then I felt the head move to my anus and plunge in. The feeling was amazing. I could feel him fill my ass with his manhood and I screamed with the pleasure. He started slowly but, as I put all of my weight on my left hand and moved my right back to massage my swollen clit, he started to speed up. When the orgasm finally began to wash over me, it was ten times more intense than the one that I had just had when he ate me. I stopped rubbing my clit and grabbed a pillow to stifle my screams but, as I felt his hot jism pumping into my bowels, I lost control and screamed so hard that the windows in the room rattled. Not only that, but I literally ripped the pillow in two.

He pulled his dick out of me and Sara was looking at us quizzically. She had, apparently, finished cumming during my intense orgasm. I smiled and held my hand out to her and she stood and walked toward the bed, taking her sleeping place between the two of us...