Author's Note:  The stories in this series are primarily fantasy.
 To be certain, the nature of the erotic encounters described are
patterned after those experienced by my wife and I during a long
swinging lifestyle, but the stories themselves are fictional.  An
effort is made throughout to keep the nature and sequence of
events within the bounds of possible reality as it is my belief
that erotic literature is at its best when it stays as close to
real life as possible.  RLM


        Assistant to the CEO

          by  RLM

  The office was crowded with women a lot younger than I. 
Although I thought I looked attractive in my tight blouse, short
skirt, stockings and heels, I knew I really couldn't compete with
the younger women in the room.  At 32, I was probably 6 or 7
years older than any of the other applicants.  Nevertheless, I
still had some hope of landing the job.  The ad had clearly
specified, "Experienced, older women encouraged to apply".  But
then it had also stated that the job involved extensive PR work
for which an attractive appearance was essential.  All in all, I
was not too hopeful, which was depressing since Phil and I needed
the money, and the ad implied that the salary was negotiable
depending upon the experience and qualifications of the
successful applicant.

  Two hours had passed and all of the other women had been
interviewed except for me and one other woman.  Finally, the
receptionist approached and said, "Ms. Lansing?  Ms. Paula
Lansing,  Mr. Baxter will see you now."  I rose and entered the
inner office, my heart in my throat.  The office itself took my
breathe away.  Inlaid tile floors covered by what appeared to be
a gorgeous Turkish carpet, jade figurines inside glass cases, a
large walnut conference table surrounded by plush chairs,
matching paneling on the walls, expensive, but comfortable chairs
and a large sofa provided ample seating for visitors, and
finally, a large ornate desk behind which sat Mr. Marcus Baxter,
suggested a very profitable company.  It must have cost a
fortune.

  "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.  Please
forgive me.  I've been interviewing all day there were so many
applicants", Baxter said and he came around to my side of the
desk, smiled broadly, and motioned for me to take a seat.

  I did, and he sat in the chair opposite me. It was a moment
before I could answer him.  He was an absolutely stunning man! 
He had to be the most handsome, virile-looking man I had ever
seen.  Thick, wavy black hair above equally thick, dark eyebrows,
accentuated the piercingly dark eyes.  He wore his beard with an
unshaven look, like a two-day growth, that just seemed to emit
waves of virile masculinity.  His jaw was square, powerful.  A
knowing smile seemed to dance around his lips and eyes.  I
couldn't keep my eyes from wandering downward to the rest of his
body.

  His coat was tossed carelessly over a nearby chair.  His white
shirt was stretched tautly across his muscular chest and upper
arms.  It looked as if one deep breathe would rip the fabric. 
The silk tie with its intricate pattern must have cost over $100.
 His waist seemed to just disappear.  I judged his height and
weight to be around 6' 1" and 190 lbs.  He wasn't a huge man,
just an incredibly well-proportioned, powerful man with an
impossibly handsome face.

  Finally, I found my voice, "That's perfectly all right.  I
understand.  I'm sort of surprised though that the position
hasn't already been filled.  The other women were beautiful."

  Baxter stared at me without speaking.  I could almost feel his
eyes on me.  They inspected my face.  I smiled.  Next, they took
in the contours of my breasts beneath the tight blouse..then
downward to my waist and hips.  Finally, he looked at my legs and
the portion of my thighs exposed by the short skirt.  My face
flushed.  He nodded, looked up, stared directly into my eyes,
smiled softly and said, "What a beautiful body you have.  Your
legs are incredible.  But you don't seem to understand much about
feminine beauty.  The other women looked like pretty toys.  You,
however, look like a woman."

  I felt the wetness seep out between my thighs.  It seemed hard
to control my breathing.  I pressed my crossed legs tightly
together.  The pressure on my clitoris caused my mouth to open
slightly.  I saw that Baxter was carefully watching all of this.
I knew that he knew I was wet.  "Thank you", I stammered.

  Baxter picked up my file and slowly leafed through it.  "You're
fluent in Spanish", he inquired?   I nodded.  He nodded and asked
me a question in Spanish.  I answered in some detail, also in
Spanish.  "Very good", he said.

  He inquired about every facet of my experience.  Then he turned
to the PR aspects of the position.  "You are aware that the
successful applicant will have numerous duties among which will
be substantial PR responsibilities with many of our most
important clients.  It is essential that you be prepared to
handle this aspect of the job in a flawless manner."  I again
nodded and assured him that I could handle the responsibilities.

  "I'm pleased that you have confidence in your ability.  But I
must make certain that everything is clearly understood.  This is
a commercial real estate firm.  We deal in the sale of properties
whose cost often runs into the millions.  Both the buyers and the
sellers must be pleased with both our efficiency and our service.
 That is why this position requires a very attractive,
intelligent, mature woman.  Your responsibilities will include
your services as a woman."

  I could hear my heart pounding in my chest.  I watched as this
man closed my file, tossed it on his desk, turned toward me,
looked once more at my thighs.  He stared long enough to make
certain that I knew he was looking, and asked, "Do you have any
questions about the position?  Don't be shy.  Better to ask than
to be surprised."

  I realized that Baxter intended to offer me the position.  Why
else waste his time explaining all the details and then allowing
me to ask questions.  "May I inquire about the salary and
benefits?"

  "Of course you may.  I would expect nothing less.  The position
carries complete medical and dental benefits for yourself and
your family.  We also add 15% of your salary to a retirement plan
of your choice within the limitations that it must be selected
from among those we have judged to be a safe investment for our
employees.  These retirement benefits are immediately vested with
you.  They cannot be taken by the Company for any reason nor can
they be attacked by legal actions that might be taken against
you."

  Baxter paused, smiled.  I felt like I would melt under that
gorgeous, masculine smile.  "The base salary is $50,000 per year
in addition to the benefits I have already described."  I could
not suppress a gasp.  That was more than my husband made teaching
in a junior college after 10 years on the job.  Baxter continued:
"In addition, there will be substantial bonuses and perks that
will make the effective salary of the position more like $90,000
or so."

  He stopped, leaned back in his chair, and again inspected my
body, my face, my breasts, my waist, my legs, my thighs.  "Stand
up", he ordered.  I rose to my feet as if I were in a trance.

  "Turn around."   I turned presenting my back to him.

  "Bend over!"   I hesitated.  "Bend over", he repeated.  I did
it.  I felt my skirt riding up high on my thighs.  I wondered if
he could see my panties.  I held the position of perhaps 20
seconds before he finally said, "Wonderful!  Just amazing.  I
think the base salary should be $60,000."

  I sat back down.  My breathing was fast, labored.  "Services as
a woman to whom", I asked.

  "To me and our clients.  Anytime, all the time, in anyway I
require.  There is, however, one additional requirement if you
are interested.  Your husband must be informed and he must agree.
 You will sometimes be working, how shall we say, "late hours", 
and I do not want to have to worry about a jealous husband."

  "Why not just hire one of the single women.  Then there's no
problem", I inquired.

  "Because they are too naive, too addle-brained, too immature. 
I prefer a sensuous, beautiful married woman like yourself who is
also incredibly well qualified, sharp, intelligent, and I'm
certain, passionate.  Go home.  Discuss the offer with your
husband.  Take these papers with you.  If you both agree, I need
both of your signatures and I need for you to decide by Monday. 
Understood?"

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  "Is he serious", my stunned husband, Phil, asked.
  "Oh yes.  He's very serious.  You should see his office and
this company.  I mean, it's big, very big."

  "But $90,000 to $100,000?  Why?"

  "Phil, don't be naive.  You know why.  I speak fluent Spanish;
I'm highly qualified to handle sales and manage his schedule and
business affairs; I'm intelligent and I'm married so he doesn't
have to worry about entanglements, and he likes the way I look. 
He stared openly at my legs."  The real question is, are you
comfortable with this arrangement.  Baxter made it very clear
that you have to agree or it's no deal."

  I waited for my husband to respond.  Nothing.  "Well?", I
asked.  When he still didn't say anything, I moved up close, put
my hand on his crotch, and whispered, "Just think of all the fun
we could have with all that money.  Everything we want will be
ours.  And be honest with yourself...wouldn't it be hot for you
to think about what I might be doing at work?  Wouldn't you get
hard thinking about it?  And then when I come home and tell you
all the hot details while you're fucking me, wouldn't you enjoy
that?"  Phil now had a raging erection.

  "Will you tell me everything?"
  "Oh yes.  Everything.  I promise."

  "Oh gawd.  That is so hot", Phil moaned.
  I laid down on the couch, opened my legs wide, and pulled the
crotchband of my panties on one side. "Come over her, Honey.  Get
on your hot slut wife.  Get in her.  Fuck her like a whore."

  Phil practically ran over.  He dropped his pants and shorts. 
His 7 inch cock was standing rigid, hard as stone, straight up. 
I rolled the condom onto his penis, and he mounted me, my hand
guiding him into my opening.  I felt it ram into me, grunting
when it was fully buried inside my vagina.  Thrusting my hips
upward to receive his rapid strokes, my husband fucked me like a
whore.  Biting his earlobe, I whispered in his ear, "Just think
how hot and sexy this is going to be, Honey."

  His cock throbbed hard inside me.  He fucked me even faster. 
"I'll tell you everything he did to me.  How he used me.  All the
positions he took me in.  Won't that be hot, Baby?"   Phil
exploded his cum into the condom into like a bull.  He wasn't
this hot and wild on our wedding night.

  He collapsed on top of me.  I kept his body pressed tightly
against mine, making certain his penis stayed embedded deep
inside my cum-filled channel.  After five minutes, I began to
undulate against him, squeezing and milking him with my cunt.  In
another five minutes, he was hard again.  Before I let him
continue fucking me, I had him sign the papers. 
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  As soon as Paula walked into agency the first day, all the loud
talking stopped.  She could feel every male eye on her.  Some
were watching her legs, half exposed by the short sheathe dress
she wore.  She looked at Jamal at the first desk.  His eyes were
locked onto her ass that was perfectly molded by the tight dress.
 Fred Jackson was watching her large breasts bounce.  She glanced
down and saw that her blouse was sharply indented by her hard
nipples that were exposed by the demi bra she wore.   She hoped
Baxter's reaction was equally positive.

  The first couple of days at work were consumed with details.  A
secretary filled her in all the operational details of the office
and Mr. Baxter's normal work schedule.  She was amazed at the
size of her private office.  A list of all the important
transactions that were in progress was provided.  By the end of
the second day, she was fully absorbed in the duties of her new
job.

  Ten minutes after Paula had arrived for work on the third day,
the red light on her desk flashed.  Baxter wanted to see her. 
She smoothed her hair in her private bathroom, applied additional
red lip gloss and eye shadow, adjusted her thigh-high hose, and
pulled her short skirt down as far as it would go.  She was
pleased with her appearance and thought Baxter would be too.

  "My reports about your work to date are excellent, Paula.  So
far, it's obvious that I have made the right decision in hiring
you.  Tonight we will be having dinner with Mr. Julio Romero and
one of his associates.  Mr. Romero is considering the purchase of
20 acres of prime real estate for the purpose of building a new
shopping mall.  The asking price for the land is $50,000 per
acre."

  "I'm sure we can persuade Mr. Romero that it is in his best
interests to purchase the property."

  Baxter nodded.  He carefully examined my body as I stood in
front of his desk.  Finally, he looked into my eyes and said,  
"I like what I see.  Do you like what you see?"

  Paula's legs felt like they might not hold her.  She was keenly
aware of the wetness of her panties and her thighs.  "Yes", she
panted. "I like it a lot."

  "Lift your dress, Paula."

  She knew what he wanted.  Her hands began to work the tight
sheathe up her thighs until she had the bare thigh flesh above
the tops of her hose exposed.  “You look hot, Paula,  Now
higher...Show me your panties.”

  She struggled to get the tight garment over her large hips. 
Finally, it was bunched about her waist.  Her panties were so wet
with her excitement that they had become nearly totally
transparent.  The neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair was
easily visible.

  “Your panties are very wet, Paula.  Are you excited?”

  “Oooohhhhh “, the overheated housewife moaned.

  “I can see that you are.  Turn around.”

  Quickly she turned.  Without even being asked, she bent over to
expose the wide expanse of her full ass.  Her ass crease was in
clear view as was the wet slit of her pussy.

  “Spread wider”, came Baxter’s command.

  Paula moved her feet far apart and bent forward.  Again the wet
crotch band slipped between her labia and disappeared.  Her chest
heaved with sexual excitement.  She felt his large hand on her
ass.

  “Oh god… I’m hot.  So  hot!”, she gasped.

  Baxter's hand explored her inner thighs and then moved upward
to the wetness of her pussy.  He ran his fingers along the length
of the bunched crotch band sunk into her slit until it reached
the engorged clitoris.  Although covered by her panties, it
wasn't difficult to locate the erect knob of sensitive flesh.  He
rubbed its tip and felt it throb.  He rubbed harder.  Her hips
began to undulate in fuck motions.  Baxter listened to her moan.

  "In the future, you will remove your panties when you arrive at
work."  The command brought a groan from her as the finger
continued to caress her hardened clitoris.

  "I like the small triangle of trimmed bush you have. 
Beautiful."  Removing his hand from between her legs, he ordered,
"Turn around.  How large are your breasts?  I would guess 36C."

  "36D", I said with pride in my voice, which this man
immediately noticed.  He stared at my chest, but said nothing. 
He continued to stare right at them.  I pressed my thighs
together and moaned softly.

  "Do you want to see them?"

  "Why do you ask?  Don't you know?"

  Quickly Paula opened four of the buttons and pulled her blouse
wide allowing the large mounds to thrust through the opening. 
The demi bra just barely concealed the nipples.  Baxter waited
patiently, staring at them.  Her face flushed with sexual heat as
she pulled the bra down.  Both naked tits sprang out.

  "Your nipples are very hard, erect.  I knew they would be.  Do
you realize how incredibly sexy, how slutty, how sensuous you
look right now?"

  "Yes..yes..YES!!", Paula gasped.  There was no way she could
stop.  She desperately wanted this incredibly sexy, virile man to
see everything.  Quickly she pushed the wet panties down
revealing the swollen lips of her cunt and the wet inner thighs.
Baxter pointed his index finger downward and made a Asmall circle
in the air.

  Paula turned, presented her back to him.  Her panties were
quickly pulled out of her slit and down her legs.  She stepped
out of them and again bent at the waist so he could inspect her
naked ass.  She held the position, letting him look.  Then Paula
felt his hand on her ass.  There was no way she could suppress
the passionate moan.  Female hips undulated to present her sex to
full view.

  "Get on top of my desk.  NOW!"  Paula moved immediately to his
desk, pushed some things aside and laid back.  "Get your legs up.
 What's the matter with you?  Don't you know how to present your
cunt to a man for use?"

  She jerked her legs into the air, put her hands behind her
knees and pulled them up and back.  Her knees bent assuming the
classic female fucking position.

  "Knees on your tits.  NOW!", came Baxter's command.

  When they touched her nipples, she was completely exposed.  She
knew Baxter could see her cunt and her asshole.  She wanted him
to see her asshole.  Her cunt throbbed in anticipation.

  Baxter's tongue moved onto the pulsing shaft of the erect,
throbbing clitoris causing ripples of pleasure to course through
the wide open vagina.  When it reached the tip, the tongue
stopped and pressed against the swollen organ.  Female moans
filled the room.  Then, it flicked back and forth causing the
Paula’s hips to arch upward, her legs to stiffen.  As lips
suctioned the turgid shaft into the waiting male mouth, the
thrashing woman shrieked loudly and began a continuous moaning
punctuated with gasps.

  Inside the mouth, she felt the tongue rapidly lashing up and
down her near bursting clitoris.  Sex juices bubbled from her
throbbing vagina; her toes pointed and her knees straightened
locking her legs rigidly into a taut, stretched position.

  When his finger wedged itself into the crevice of the tightly
clinched ass and touched her hole, it opened spastically in
response to the swirling motion of the tongue around her engorged
clit.  It sank into her anus...one inch...two inches..three
inches...then it began sensuous in-out fucking motions.

  Paula wailed in hot passion as the finger fucked her ass.  She
felt the tongue leave her clit and enter her overheated vagina,
one inch, then two inches.  Slowly, it was pulled out of her sex
channel.  She felt it slide up the length of her gaping slit
until it once more found the throbbing bud at the top of her
cunt.  Her ass was now six inches off the desk, thrusting wildly.


  “OOOHHHHHHHHHH GOD…LICK MEEEEEEEE”, she wailed in response to
the throbbing spasms of pleasure rippling through her clitoris.

  Her boss felt the moaning wife approaching orgasm.  Her vagina
was throbbing throughout its entire length and the engorged clit
jerked spastically every time his tongue touched it.  Using his
fingers, Baxter stretched the cunt lips wide and stripped back
the protective hood to completely unsheathe Paula’s clitoris. 
His finger massaged the shaft with slow up/down motions.  He
smiled as the woman's hips rose higher; her eyes clenched shut. 
He increased the speed of his strokes watched the wet hole open
in hot response.  She was begging him to finish her, to let her
cum.

  Clamping his lips over her near bursting organ, he sucked hard
causing her clitoris to expand and throb within his mouth.  His
tongue lashed up and down the shaft and over the tip, again and
again and again.  Her mouth opened wide in a strangled gasp of
helpless passion.  Several more hard strokes of his tongue over
the clit tip caused her tongue to shoot out and rotate in wide
circles.

  He felt her clitoris contract in a hard spasm and
simultaneously felt Paula’s vagina begin to throb wildly up and
down its entire length.  Her sex opening expanded and then
contracted violently.  He heard the hot whore grunting, then
moaning and finally screaming as her orgasm exploded.  For 30
seconds, hot spasms continued to surge through her clit and
vagina causing her sex hole to open and close in hard
contractions.  Her legs fell to the desk top, her breath coming
in labored gasps, her big tits rising and falling on her heaving
chest.

  Baxter's cock jerked, precum coating its swollen purple head. 
He had to get into her.  He rose and moved between her legs. 
Paula felt him pushing her thighs wide.  Instantly, she jacked
her legs back into the air and pulled them back to elevate her
pussy into fucking position.  With her knees against her tits,
her cunt was a perfect target for his cock.  She spread herself
wider as she felt his body press between her thighs.  Looking
between her raised legs, she saw his cock for the first time.  It
brought a gasp from her lips.

  "OH GAWD! How big is it?"

  "Ten inches", came the reply.

  The bloated head swabbed up and down the length of her soaked
cuntal opening.  When it brushed across her sensitive clitoris,
she felt her cunt contract in a hard spasm.  Slowly, Baxter
worked the head into her vaginal opening.  She moaned in female
passion as she felt is stretch her open.

  "Ohhh gawd...he's in me...aahhh...it's gonna tear me open."

  Then she felt it sinking inward, widening her cunt into a
gaping, stretched tube.  Panic seized her, and she began to
thrash wildly on the desk.  Baxter easily held her in place, his
arms under her raised legs prevented her from lowering them.  His
powerful body had no problem holding her in fucking position.  He
pushed three more inches of cock into her cunt.  Paula wailed
helplessly.

  Abruptly, Baxter pulled his cock out of the upturned, open
cunt.  Paula's eyes snapped open, surprised, relieved,
disappointed, all at the same time. She saw Baxter staring at the
widely stretched vaginal hole.

  "What a hot piece of ass you are.  That's the hottest looking
cunt I've seen in a long time.  Just beautiful.  I wish you could
see it.  Your cunt is a wide open, soaked hole.  The juices are
bubbling out, begging to be filled.  What a woman!"

  Paula's passion flared in white heat at the words.  "Ohhhh YES!
 It's wants to be filled with your huge cock.  Fuck me... 
Please... FUCK MEEEEE!", she screamed in female heat.

  Baxter drove his steel hard, 10 inch weapon back into the
waiting hole.   Now thoroughly coated with female sexual
lubricant, 8 inches entered her easily, sinking into depths her
husband had never reached in 11 years of marriage.  Her hips
surged upward to receive the huge cock.  A wild shriek of
pleasure erupted from her lips.  She knew that others in the
office could hear her and knew that she was being fucked.  The
thought enflamed her even more.

  "More..more..give me more....", she begged.

  Pulling five inches from the tight vaginal sheathe, Baxter put
his hands under her ass, held her in place and drove back into
her.  He watched her mouth fly open, her eyes clench shut as the
five inches of cock again entered her passage along with another
inch of hard masculine cock.  With nine inches of incredibly
thick cock buried in her, her clitoris just exploded from the
pressure on it.

  Baxter felt her cunt contracting and throbbing around his shaft
as she heaved on his desk in orgasm.  The man on her ground his
cock against her womb, pushing up and back, making more room
inside her.  She was still cumming when he withdrew and pumped
her again..then again..finally burying the last inch into her
spasming hole.  Continuous orgasms rippled through her pussy.

  Baxter felt his cum rising.   He watched with pleasure as
Paula's tits bounced back and forth on her chest as he fucked
her.  Her tongue was out, licking her top lip.

  "Are you on the pill", she heard him ask.

  "No", came the response. Her eyes opened wide.

  "Too bad.  The cum goes into your cunt anyway."

  She came again at the thought that he was going to ejaculate
his huge load into her unprotected pussy.  Hard spasms rocked her
vagina as she felt the huge cock swell even bigger inside her
cunt.  His strokes shortened.  He hit into her harder, holding
her ass steady as he prepared to unload in her hole.

  Her entire body convulsed, shuddered, in a wild climax when she
felt the hard male weapon in her jerking as it fired off.  Her
hands felt her lover's buttocks clench over and over, his
powerful hips ramming into the open V of her legs, as more
masculine cream was ejected into her cunt.  Finally, his thrusts
slowed..then stopped.  He collapsed on her, his chest heaving
with exertion, his semihard cock still twitching within her.  She
had never in her life felt more like a woman.
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  Phil sat on the bed and watched as his wife pulled the tan
thigh-high hose up her shapely legs.  His cock was steel hard and
jerking, precum covering the tip and shaft.

  "Oh gawd.  He licked your pussy while you were lying on his
desk?  Did he make you cum?"

  "You have no idea how hard me made me cum.  I just exploded. 
And he stayed on my clit.  He wouldn't stop.  My pussy contracted
and throbbed..over and over.. my juices spurted out.  It was
incredible."

  He couldn't take his eyes off of his sexy wife as she selected
her dress for the evening.  It was black, form-fitting, with
panels over her breasts that tied behind her neck.  Phil was
wildly excited, thrusting his hips upward as he jerked his hard,
7-inch penis.  Paula watched her husband as he did it, a smile on
her lips.

  "Did he fuck you", her husband asked.

  "My skirt was up around my waist, my panties were off, my
blouse was wide open, the bra pulled down, and my tits sticking
out.  My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was soaked and still
twitching from repeated orgasms.  Of course he fucked me.  Do you
think he just jacked off", she asked sarcastically.

  Phil tried to stop jerking to keep from cumming.  "Did he say
anything?  How did he ask if he could fuck you?"

  Paula turned, naked except for the thigh-high hose, she watched
him masturbate.

  With her hand on her hip, she replied, "Yes, he did say
something to me.  He said, "Get your legs up.  What's the matter
with you?  Don't you know how to present your cunt to a man?"

  Phil couldn't suppress a moan.  He jerked his cock harder,
faster, too excited to stop.  As his hand flashed up and down his
slickened shaft, he asked, "How big is his cock?"

  "About 10 inches and very thick, twice as thick as you", Paula
replied as she dropped the black cocktail dress over her head and
struggled to pull the hem over her flared hips.  When she had it
down, her husband saw that it ended at mid-thigh.  The top two
panels that attempted to cover her big tits only managed to cover
half of the thrusting mounds.

  Phil was acutely aware that Paula hadn't put on any panties or
bra. His wife selected a pair of black stilettos with wicked
four-inch heels and silver highlights on the sides.  When she
bent to faster the straps about her ankles, one top panel fell
away exposing her breast completely.  Phil had to squeeze the
head of his penis to stop the ejaculation.

  "10 inches!  How could he possibly get that into you!?  I'm
only seven inches.  He's almost twice as big as me."

  "Honey, you never were any good at math.  Marcus' cock is 50%
longer and twice as thick as yours.  That makes his cock about
six times as massive as yours.  Go to Google...find out how to
figure out the volume of a cylinder...a big, hard, massive fuck
cylinder."

  He knew she was right.  "Gawd.. six times bigger than me."

  His cock throbbed with the thought of that massive weapon in
his wife's cunt and mouth.  He wanted desperately to see it in
her.  Again and again, his hand flashed up and down the erect
shaft. Then he desperately squeezed his thighs together to hold
off the orgasm.

  "How did he fuck you?"

  "On my back, on his desk like I told you.  I jacked my legs way
up and pulled them back until I had my knees against my tits.  I
thought I was in perfect position for him, but still had to make
some adjustments to get all of that monster cock into me."

  Her eyes locked on Phil's cock as it jerked with excitement,
ejecting another blob of precum over the head.

  "He couldn't get the last inch into my cunt in the position I
was in.  So he had to shove my legs back further to elevate my
hips.  Once he had me like that, he held my ass firmly in place
and drove the final inch into me.  You have no idea, Honey.  I
could feel it shoving my womb up and back to make room for all of
it.  After that, he just fucked the shit out of me.  He liked
pulling it all the way out and looking at the big, gaping hole
his cock had made between my thighs."

  "He used a condom didn't he?"

  "He did ask me if I was on the pill.  I told him no.  He just
said, "Too bad.  The cum goes into your cunt anyway."  Then he
unloaded in me.  It was massive.  I could feel his cock flexing
and spurting, again and again and again."

  "But you'll get pregnant", Phil screamed.

  "Probably.  If not that time, then the next time or the next. 
I've got a doctor's appointment later this month to get on the
pill.  Then I'll have a D & C done.  Until then, I think my cunt
will be receiving a lot of cum.  In fact, I'm having dinner
tonight with Marcus and two clients.  I have a feeling several
more loads will be in me before the night is over.  Are you sure
you're OK with this?"

  For an answer, Phil just moaned, jacked his cock, and fired
several huge streams of cum up into the air.  They arched high
and fell onto the carpet between 3 and 4 feet away. 
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  Paula sat beside Baxter as they drove to the night club in his
Mercedes.  He looked approvingly at her attire.  "You look
fantastic..delicious.  Did you prepare as I advised?"

  "Yeah.. I did just what you suggested.  Now I have a
suggestion."

  "What is it?"

  "That you introduce me as your wife.  I'm wearing my wedding
rings.  You just stay at the table and be my very docile, wimpy
husband.  I'll take care of Julio and whoever is with him."

  "Tell me why."

  "Men like fucking married women.  They're sort of worried that
you're screwing them on the price of the property, which you
probably are.  The fact that they think they will be screwing
your wife ought to make them a lot more comfortable with the
deal, not to mention the fact that I will be around for all
future discussions with them."

  Baxter smiled and nodded.  "Once more, I say that I certainly
made the right choice in who to hire for this position."
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  Within fifteen minutes after his wife had left the house, Phil
was hard again.  And with each slowly passing minute, his cock
seemed to get more and more rigid.  It felt like it might explode
without even touching it.  He paced, back and forth, wondering
what Paula was doing now.  Was she having dinner yet?  She might
able to get the clients to purchase the property without having
sex with them, he thought.  She can be very persuasive.  It was
hard for him to imagine that Paula would have sex with someone
else the same day Baxter had fucked her.

  Finally, he could stand no more.  Racing out to the garage, he
jumped in his car, and drove toward the Country Club where Paula
had said they were having dinner. 
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  Julio Romero couldn't take his eyes off of Baxter's wife.  The
sultry beauty just seemed to exude sex.  The panels of her
skin-tight dress didn't cover all of her ample breasts.  The
nipples made clear imprints in the material.  He was certain that
she  couldn't possibly be wearing a bra.  There just wasn't
anyplace to hid the straps.

  And she was really a mature beauty.  Full, luscious red lips
that she frequently licked with the tip of her tongue. 
Piercingly green eyes framed with eye shadow enhanced her face
even more.  Romero's erection grew even harder.  The way Baxter
ignored her was amazing.

  The third man at the table, Hector Cortez, was Romero's
associate and bodyguard.  A large man, he busied himself
wondering if there was any way he could get his cock into this
hot bitch.

  "Well, Gentlemen, I'm sure Marcus has told you about the
marvelous location of the property.  It's ideal for a shopping
mall.  There isn't one within several miles and the area is an
upscale development wih many high-income families.  Everyone in
the area has been waiting for a first-class facility to be built
in the area.  And if there are any problems during the
development, I will be more than willing to help you with issues
like building permits, utilities, zoning requirements, whatever.
I would be available anytime you need anything."

  By this time, both clients were ignoring Baxter.  He seemed to
be just a wimp husband.  Romero had previously felt that Baxter
had significantly overpriced the property, but now he felt that
the man didn't have the initiative or the courage to do that.  He
decided to find out for certain.  "Paula, would you like to
dance.  I would be honored."  He rose and held out his hand,
deliberately ignoring Baxter's presence as he invited his wife
into his arms.

  Paula gave him her sexiest smile, took his hand and followed
him onto the dance floor ignoring her "husband" of the night. 
Once on the floor, Romero took her tightly in his arms and pulled
her body against his.  He enjoyed the feel of his large tits
mashed against his chest.  He moved her head close to his and
whispered in the woman's ear.  "You feel even more voluptuous
than I imagined you would."  Paula pressed her body tightly
against him.
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  Phil couldn't concentrate on his driving.  His mind kept
picturing his wife with Baxter and some unknown clients.  He
imagined Paula lying on a bed, naked except for her hose and
slutty heels, her legs spread wide open, and raised with knees
bent, in open invitation.  They're just having dinner, he
thought.  Maybe discussing the property.  After all, they're in a
crowded upscale restaurant.  Nothing sexual could be happening
there.  His cock was still very hard in his pants.  He adjusted
it inside his shorts for more comfort.

  He saw the Country Club ahead.  Turning sharply into the
parking lot, he found the first open space, parked the car, and
ran to the entrance.  The dining room was only partially filled.
His eyes searched the room, but his wife was no where to be seen.
 In fact, there were no tables with several men seated.  After
searching the room again, Phil realized that he had either
misunderstood where his wife was having dinner or they had
changed their plans.

  Ten minutes later, he was driving aimlessly around the city. 
He was now talking to himself:  "She could be having sex, but I
doubt it.  The way she looked, she shouldn't have any trouble
getting the men to buy the property."
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  They moved slowly around the floor, neither concentrating on
the music.  Paula felt the man's hands move to her buttocks, one
on each cheek.  Obviously, he didn't care who saw them.  She
moaned softly in his ear and felt the immediate response of his
cock. She undulated her belly and crotch against his bulge until
he was fully hard.

  "What did you mean when you said you would be available anytime
I required anything", Romero asked.

  "Exactly what I said.  I'm available anytime."

  "Like now perhaps?"

  "Yes..like now or tomorrow or whenever."

  "I want to fuck you."

  "I know you do.  When are you going to do it?"

  "Your husband?  Is he a problem?"

  "Yes.  You can't let him know or he may withdraw the deal.  But
a man of your experience should be able to handle that, yes?"

  "I will handle it.  Your tits are naked under the dress?"

  "Yes."

  "And your cunt?  Is it also naked?"

  Paula felt her vagina contract at the lewd question.  She was
acutely aware of his hands on her ass in full view of all the men
surrounding the dance floor.  She knew Romero wanted all of them
to know he was going to fuck her.  His commanding voice
interrupted her thoughts.

  "Well?  Answer me."

  "That would spoil all the fun", she teased.

  "Fair enough.  And if I should wish to verify that you're not
wearing a bra?"

  "I'm surprised you even bothered to ask me."

  Romero nodded, reached down and pulled one of the front panels
of her dress aside.  The naked breast sprang out.  Paula noticed
two men at a nearby table watching her being exposed.  "Two men
are watching, in case you need to know", she whispered.

  "Is that a problem for you?"

  "No. Not at all."

  "Nor to me.  I don't care who sees your tits."  He moved to the
other panel and exposed her second breast.  "Where are these
men?"

  "To your left at a table at the edge of the dance floor."

  Romero moved Paula away from his body so that her naked tits
were fully exposed.  "Turn toward them.  Show them your big naked
tits."

  She turned in his arms, arched her shoulders forcing her tits
outward and presented them to the men a few feet away.  One
licked his lips; the other put his hand on his hardening cock
bulge.

  After a few moments, Romero pulled her back into his arms, once
again shielding her exposed breasts with his own body.  She felt
his hand moving under her dress, up her thighs.  "Please.  Not
here.  Please.  Take me somewhere more private", she begged him.

  "After I enjoy feeling your wet panties, I will."

  "You can't feel my panties."

  "I can't?  In just a moment you will discover how wrong you
are."  His hand moved higher until it reached her naked buttocks.
 "A thong, huh.  I suspected you would be wearing a thong."

  He moved his hand between their bodies to her crotch intending
to slid his fingers into the front of the thong.  Paula opened
her legs to give him more access.  The action made Romero's cock
jerk in a hard spasm.

  When his hand reached its intended target, all he felt was
smooth skin, no crotch piece.  Moving downward, he felt the
hardened knob of the erect clitoris.  Further down, his fingers
sank into the slick moistness of her naked cunt.

  "I apologize, Senora, you are right.  I can't feel your
panties.  Follow me.  I'm going to fuck you now."

  As Romero led them off the dance floor, the two men were
staring at her with lust.  She winked as they passed.

  Across the room, Baxter saw Paula being led out of the club
into the parking lot.  He gave no indication that he was aware of
anything.  Turning to Cortez, he said, "Would you like another
drink?  I'm going to order myself another."

  Romero led Paula to his limousine in the valet parking area. 
His driver immediately leaped out to open the back door for his
boss.

  "Thank you, Pedro.  I'm going to be enjoying this hot gringo
woman for awhile.  You may lower the partition if you would like
to watch."

  Pedro saw the naked swinging tits on the woman and was certain
he would be watching. "If you save your load, you may have a
better place to shoot it than into your hand", Remero advised.

  Once inside the spacious back seat, Romero worked Paula's dress
higher and higher on her thighs.  Smiling, he watched her hips
hunching in fuck motions..back and forth.  Then her dress rose
above her ass exposing her naked cunt.   He wasted no time is
jerking the dress up around her waist.  The hot woman spread her
feet apart to allow him to get between her thighs and grind his
organ into her pussy.

  After a moment, Romero moved back so Paula could get his pants
down.   He fondled her swinging globes as she worked at his
pants.  The 36D tits were firm in his hands.  He pushed Paula to
her knees.  She knelt in front of him and examined the 8-inch
fully erect cock.  The head was a swollen big purple knob atop an
equally large shaft.  His hardness excited Paula.   The sex
weapon stood almost straight up against his hard belly.

  Romero thrust his cock toward Paula and said, "Suck it,
Slut...Get your mouth hole over my cock and suck me.  Hurry up!"

  She couldn't do it fast enough.  Kneeling in front of the
chair, she took his huge cock in her hand and began jacking him
off.

  "Don't jack it, Slut... Suck it!"  Romero commanded.

  She held his balls with one hand, and with the other guided his
pulsing cock into her mouth hole.   Her mouth stretched as wide
as possible to get him inside.  Romero hammered his organ deep
inside the sucking mouth, ramming her head downward on the
throbbing shaft.  More cock sank into her cavity.  As he dragged
it back, Paula's cheeks hollowed, sucking him hard.

  When only the head was still in her mouth, Romero pushed it
back in.  Five inches..then six inches.. then seven inches.  The
cock head entered her throat.  Her eyes bulged. Another half inch
of cock was forced in.  She gagged.  Romero ignored her distress.
 "Don't gag, Bitch.  Suck.  Suck like a whore."

  Romero held her head steady and drove the last half inch of
cock into Paula's throat.  She gagged again, retching. 
Momentarily, she dislodged him from he throat, but Romero thrust
it deep, again burying it in her throat.

  "UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH... OOOMMMPPPFFFFF..", came the strangled
gasps.

  Ramero paid no attention to her.  He held her head firmly in
place and mouth fucked her hard.  Saliva ran down his cock shaft.
 Finally, Paula's throat expanded enough for her to take all of
it.  Her gagging ceased.  Romero drove his cock in and out of her
mouth.  She sucked it harder.

  Suddenly, Romero pulled his cock out of her mouth.  "Lay back
on the seat.  Get you legs up in the air.  Spread wide and open
your cunt" he ordered.

  She fell onto the seat on her back.  Her legs rose, and she
steepled her knees, spread wide as she did it.  Her fingers
spread open the entrance to her vagina.  Romero moved between her
thighs and lowered his face to her pussy.  He stared into the
opened hole.  His tongue slowly and deliberately circled Paula's
swollen clit, teasing the pouting lips of her hot pussy.  Romero
watched the woman writhing on the car seat, moaning "Oh God" over
and over again, as she pulled his head closer into her bucking
sex saddle.

  Pedro stroked his hard six-inch cock as he watched the woman
raise her legs way up into the air, bending them at the knees. 
His cock throbbed harder when she wrapped her slender arms around
her knees, and brought her thighs down until they both pressed
into her big, well rounded tits. This caused her back to arch
up,lifting her buttocks high off the car seat.  Romero's tongue
worked deeper and deeper into the slut's cunt.

  Pedro saw his boss slid two fingers up into the woman's hole
while he sucked her dripping clit.  She began a long breathless
groaning that gradually grew louder as she approached what
appeared to be a mammoth orgasm.  He could see the fingers
plunging in and out of her sopping vagina making squishing sounds
on every thrust.

  "Oh God, don’t stop, don’t stop now," the woman shrieked,
thrashing about on the seat, "I’m going to come, please, suck my
clit harder, make me come," she begged.

  Her throbbing clit was sucked harder.  The fingers ramming in
and out of pussy became a blur of motion.

  "Oh, yes, yes, yes, I’m almost there, oh God, yesss...." Ramero
shoved his thumb up her upturned anus.   "Yesss... yessss....
like that.... yessss...I’m  cumming..... I’m cummmminnnngggg!"
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  The TV was on, but Phil was not watching it.  By this time, he
had decided that Baxter's clients were ready to sign the
contracts on the property.  He wondered why his wife wasn't home
yet.  Finally, he realized that to sign the contracts, they
probably had to go back to Baxter's office.  That was it, he
thought.  They've gone back to his office and are signing the
agreements right now.

  He dialed Baxter's office phone and waited for an answer,
confident that all his fretting and worrying that his wife was
having sex with the men was pointless.  They had been married for
over 10 years and had two children.  And she wasn't on the pill.
There was no way she was going to actually have sex with them. 
He listened to the phone ringing in Baxter's office. 
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  "Now Julio, now, please. Please put it in me, oh, let me, let
me put it in. Fuck me, fuck me good", Phil's wife begged.

  She took the head of his hard 8-inch cock and guided it to her
flared vaginal lips.  Romero drove his shaft into the moaning
woman, and Pedro had to struggle to keep from shooting his load
in the front seat as he watched.

  The thick cock slid smoothly and easily into the lubricated
tube of the woman's waiting cunt.  He watched her hole quiver and
stretch to accommodate the big male weapon.  She took his cock so
easily, Romero suspected that she had been very recently fucked
by an even larger phallus.  Romero pulled out and re-entered her
again and again, enjoying the delicious entry, the hot moistness
and snug clinging of her thick, fleshy pussy lips on his hard
penis.  Each of his re-entering thrusts brought a fresh
"Aaahhh..." from Paula's parted lips, as her head whipped from
side to side.

  Romero fucked the luscious slut with hard driving thrusts that
thudded into the bottom of her sex tunnel.  She bucked wildly,
her legs spreading as wide as the back seat of the car would
allow.  Her big tits bounced on her chest in time to the fuck
strokes in her vagina.  Pedro watched Romero's huge cock, 
covered with her juices, sliding in and out of the gringo's
stretched cunt.

  Paula began to scream...OOOOHHHH FUCK IT..FUCK MY CUNT..I'M
CUMMINGGGGGGG.."

  The feel of her contracting cunt pushed Romero over the edge. 
He slammed his steel-hard rod into Phil's wife.  The big head
lodged up against the mouth of the woman's womb where it exploded
one thick stream of cum after another into her unprotected
vagina.

  As Romero exited the limo, he stopped to wipe off his cock and
pull up his shorts and pants.  Paula lay unmoving on the back
seat, her legs still wide open, cum seeping from her distended
pussy.  Romero watched with interest as one large white blob was
forced out by her cunt's contractions.  It slid down her vaginal
lips into the crack of her ass.  It soon disappeared down her
crevice.

  "I have to get back inside, Pedro.  If you wish, you may take
10 minutes and fuck her.  After you cum, send her back inside."

  As Remero walked toward the entrance to the club, he turned in
time to see Pedro starting to fuck the woman. 
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  Phil waited anxiously for his wife to return.  He had tried to
sleep without success.  Once more, he glanced at the wall clock.
It was almost midnight.  Paula had said that she and Mr. Baxter
were having dinner with two of Baxter’s clients.  How long could
it take to have dinner and sign some contracts, he wondered. 
Once more visions of Paula being fucked raced through his head.

  It was nearly 1 AM before Phil heard their garage door open for
Paula’s car.  He couldn’t suppress a gasp of shock when he saw
his wife.  Her hair was mussed, her lipstick half gone and
smeared, one stocking was torn, her dress was wrinkled and one
breast was almost completely exposed.  “Are you OK”, Phil asked
with real concern.

  “I’m fine, Honey.  Just worn out.”

  “What happened?  How come you’re so late?”

  “Romero and Gomez were hard to convince.  It took some time and
work, but I got it done, Honey.  They finally signed, a million
dollar deal.  Marcus was ecstatic!  And he’s promised us a very
nice bonus.”

  “How much”, her husband asked.

  “Don’t know”, his wife answered as she walked toward the
bedroom, dropping her dress on the way.  She was naked underneath
except for the stockings and heels.

  “Tell me about the evening”, Phil begged.  “Tell me
everything!”

  “Tomorrow, Honey.  I’m just exhausted.  I need to get to bed,
tomorrow’s another work day.”

  Phil’s hard cock wouldn’t let him back off.  “No.  Now.  I want
to know.  Please, just tell me if you had sex with anyone.  The
way you look, you must have.”

  “It was a million dollar deal, Honey.  Of course they fucked
me.  Are you mad?  Are you still OK with this arrangement?  You
did agree and you knew sex would be involved”

  “Oh gawd!”  Her husband jerked his zipper down and pulled out
his very hard penis.  “They?  How many?  How?  When?  Oh shit!” 
He began to masturbate.

  Paula removed her heels and was stripping off her torn
stockings while she watched Phil jack off.  “First it was Julio.
He took out my tits on the dance floor and finger fucked me.” 
Phil dropped into a chair, thrust his legs out, and began
squeezing his pulsing penis harder.

  "He took your tits out right there on the dance floor?  Did
anyone else see them?"

  "I know two young guys sitting next to the dance floor did. 
Julio made me turn and show them my tits."

  "Is that all?  Did he do anything else while you were dancing
with him?"

  "He felt me up.  Put his hand under my dress and finger fucked
me.  Then he took me out to the valet parking lot where their
limo was parked.  His driver, Pedro, opened the door, and I was
pushed into the back seat.  Julio told me to suck his cock.”

  “Did you suck him?”

  Paula smiled.  “I sucked his entire 8 inches all the way,
Honey.”

  “Eight inches!  OMG!  Did he cum in your mouth?”

  “No.  I wasn’t surprised.  I knew he wanted to fuck me.  After
I had sucked him for several minutes, he pulled out and made me
lie on my back with my legs up and spread.”

  “Did he take off your panties or did he make you do it?”

  His wife smiled wickedly.  “I wasn’t wearing any panties.  You
saw me dressing.”

  “OHH GAWD!  Then he fucked you?  What was the driver doing?”

  “He fucked your wife’s pussy hard and shot me full of cum while
Pedro watched and jerked off.  Just like you’re doing.”  After he
had finished, he told Pedro he could fuck me if he wanted to. 
Then he left my lying there on the back seat of the limo with my
legs wide open and his cum running out of my pussy.  I think he
went back to the club but I'm not sure.  Pedro was all over me."

  “Did the driver fuck you too?”

  “He ordered me to get up on my hands and knees and stick my ass
up as high as I could.  I turned over, put my head on the car
seat, pulled my knees under me and arched my ass up in the air.
I wasn't close enough to the edge of the seat for him to get at
me, so he took hold of my hips and slid me across the seat until
my heels were sticking out the car door and he had my cunt in
fucking position.  Then, he did me doggie, Honey.  It didn’t take
him long.  Maybe a couple of minutes.  He was really hard and hot
from watching Julio giving it to me.”

  “Was that the end of the sex for the evening?”

  “No, I'm afraid it wasn't.  That's why I'm so late.  Romero
told Baxter he was ready to sign the contracts and wanted to do
so immediately so they could leave in the morning.  Marcus didn’t
have the papers with him so we all went back to the office for
the signing.  Baxter had me ride with them in case they got
lost.”

  Phil was having to squeeze the head of his penis to stop
himself from cumming.

  “I sat in the back with Romero and Gomez.  Gomez hadn’t had me
yet and he was wild to fuck me.  We were on the back seat with
Romero sitting facing us.  Pedro had the partition down so he
hear and see me getting fucked.”

  “How did he fuck you”, Phil asked beginning to jerk on his
penis again.

  “He pulled my dress straps off my shoulders so he could suck my
tits.  While he got his pants off, I bunched my dress up around
my waist.”

  “How big is he?”

  “Seven inches, thick, uncut, about the same size as you."  Phil
breathed a sigh of relief.  At least, not all the men had bigger
cocks than he did.
  "I wanted it in me.  He told me get on it so I spread my legs
on either side of him and sat down on his cock.  I was so wet, he
sank in all the way as soon as I lowered my hips.  He started
ramming me really hard and I had an intense orgasm.  It was a
20-minute drive, but he only needed half that time to shoot his
load into me.  I came again when I felt his cock jerking inside
me.”

  “What was Romero doing while you were being fucked?”

  “He was watching Hector's cock pumping in and out of me from a
foot away.  He was also finger fucking my ass while he watched.”

  “OH GAWD!  I’m gonna cum!  Was that it?”

  “No.  I’m afraid we kept Mr. Baxter waiting.  You wife was a
total slut.”

  Phil struggled to hold off his orgasm.  "After unloading in my
cunt, Hector stretched out on the seat, spread his legs and told
me bend over and suck him.  While I licked him clean, my bottom
was up in the air right in front of Julio.  He got behind me and
put his cock into my pussy.  When we got to the firm's parking
lot, he was still giving it to me.  I had already cum twice more,
but apparently, I was so stretched and wet, there wasn't enough
friction to get him off.  So he had me hold my cheeks open while
he put it in my bottom."

  "In your ass..", Phil repeated.  "Did it hurt.  Could you take
him?"

  "Not much.  I was so wet.  All that cum had run down my ass
crack into my anus that I was really well lubed, and Romero had
spent ten minutes stretching me with his fingers.  He just put
the head against my ass and pushed.  I relaxed and it slid right
in.  Once he got the head into me, he had no more problems.  He
buried all eight inches into me on the first thrust.

  When it was all in me, he held my hips and really started
fucking me.  Hard, driving strokes.  I could feel his big balls
slapping my cunt every time he bottomed out in my ass.  I put my
hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit while he did it to me.
It didn't take him long to cum.  I got off again while he was
shooting his cum into me."

  "AAAHHHHHHHHHhh...."  Phil's cum exploded upward in a high arc,
hitting his wife's thighs and legs on the way down.

  Fifteen minutes later, as he watched his wife crawl under the
covers, he asked, "Do you think I could watch sometime?"

  "I doubt it.  There's a lot of money involved.  Not just sex. 
You might make the clients nervous."

  "Please ask Baxter if I can watch or something.  Please", her
husband begged.

  "I'll talk to him", he wife said as she fell into a deep sleep.
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--


  The following Monday evening, Paula brought home five surprises
for her husband.

  "What are they?", he asked excitedly.  Paula handed him a small
wrapped package.

  "What's this?"

  "It's surprise No. 1.  Open it and find out.  I'm sure you will
love it."

  Phil tore off the wrapping paper and used his Swiss knife to
slit the sealing tape.  Opening the box, he removed a stack of
$100 bills secured by two rubber bands.  Stunned, he removed the
bands and began counting.  There were 50 bills in the pack,
$5,000.  "What's this?", he asked again.

  "That's my commission for helping land the Romero contract last
week.  And here's surprise number two, my first month's paycheck
in advance."

  Phil carefully opened the envelope and stared at the enclosed
check for $4,127 and some change.  He was speechless.

  "Like I told you, I'm paid $60,000 per year.  That's $5,000 per
month minus withholding and social security."

  "Damn!  I knew the money was going to big but it never hit me
until now just how big."  He jumped up, pulled his wife into his
arms and kissed her passionately.

  "I knew you would like those two.  I'm not so certain about
surprise number three."

  "What is it?  After the first two I can hardly wait", her
husband exclaimed.

  "I have to be gone for a few days."

  Paula was right.  Phil seemed dejected.  "Where are you going?"

  "Two places.  This evening I'm meeting with a small group that
is considering leasing three large units in the new Southside
mall.  Hopefully, I can persuade them to sign the leases.  Then
early in the morning, Marcus and I are flying to the Cayman
Islands to discuss another large deal.  I'm not sure what that is
but he said that it's as large as the one I landed with Romero."

  "How long will you be gone?"

  "I'm not certain.  However long it takes to complete the
business I guess."

  "What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

  "That's the fourth surprise.  Marcus has promised me that he
has something you will like.  He said you can't come with us and
watch as you requested, but he has something planned.  And, if
nothing else, you can go on a spending spree.  We can certainly
afford it now."

  "And the fifth surprise?", her husband questioned.

  Smiling, Paula stood up and unbuttoned her blouse.  When it was
off, she opened the front clasp of her demi bra and let it fall
to the floor.  Her nipples were erect and hard.  Unzipping her
skirt, his wife pulled it down her hips.  Now naked except for
her heels, hose, and tight bikini panties, she stretched out on
the couch.

  "Just before I left the office, Marcus fucked me on the couch
in his office.  He had been saving his load all weekend, and he
didn't fuck me this morning.  This afternoon he fucked me
missionary until he had made me cum twice.  He pulled out of my
pussy without cumming and got me on my elbows and knees with my
head on the couch and my ass really high.  When he sank that huge
10-inch cock back into me in that position, he was really in me
deep.  I came again when it thudded into the bottom of my pussy.

  Then he began to fuck me, hard and deep, until I was cumming
almost continuously.  I was so hot, panting and grunting as he
drove it in and out of me.  Finally, I was begging him to cum. 
He told me that he was going to put a monster load into me.  I
came again when I felt him beginning to shoot it into me.  His
cock jerked and jerked and jerked... shooting in one huge stream
after another.  He wasn't half finished cumming in me when I felt
it running down my thighs.  After he did finish, he had me put on
my panties and bring you Surprise Number 5."

  At that point, Paula spread her legs wide open, one heel up on
the back of the couch, the other one up in the air.  Phil stared
at the absolutely soaked, and now totally transparent, crotch of
his wife's panties.  He could see the cum-matted small triangle
of pubic hair above her clitoris.  The opening to her vagina was
also clearly visible.  Her pussy lips spread wide allowing Phil
to see the gaping hole left by Baxter's huge cock.  He could
smell his wife's cunt from six feet away.

  "Get my panties off, Honey, and clean me out good."

  Paula brought her legs together to let her husband remove her
panties.  The massive cum load caused them to stick to her vulva
as Phil pulled them down his wife's legs.  As soon as they were
off, Paula spread as wide as she could and arched her cunt upward
for her husband's viewing pleasure and to give total access to
his tongue and lips.

  Diving between her wide-spread thighs, Phil pulled her lips
open.  Immediately, a thick stream of cum belched from the
interior of her cunt and ran down her ass crack.  His tongue slid
into the sticky cum load and began to lap it up, swallowing as he
cleaned his wife.  When he had worked his way up to Paula's clit,
her pussy began to contract and throb, her hips thrusting up and
down fuck motions.

  "Ohhhhh yessss...eat me out, eat your slutty wife's cum-filled
hot cunt, Baby!"

  Phil did just that as his wife exploded into orgasm.  The
spastic contractions of her cunt forced more of Baxter's load out
of the bottom of her vagina into her husband's waiting mouth.  He
alternated between licking and sucking up her boss' cum and
sucking her throbbing clitoris.  She arched her hips high and
came again, this time spurting her own cum all over her husband's
face.  Finally, after cleaning as much of the load out of her
cunt as he could, Phil moved up to mount his wife.  His cock was
rock hard and ready.

  "Whoa!! Big boy.  You have to finish your cleaning job first."

  Her husband's protests were cut short when Paula flipped over
onto her belly, arched her hips, and reached back and spread her
buttocks wide open.  The thick globs of cum embedded in her ass
crack were exposed.  A lot of it had already formed a white crust
on the sides of her crack.  Phil could see a white, thick cum
pool just inside his wife's asshole.  Once more he bent to his
task, his tongue cleaning her ass crack and cheeks and then into
her tight hole where he scooped out several more globs.

  This time when her husband moved up to mount her, Paula held
her position, spread her knees even wider, and reached back and
pulled herself wide open.  Phil stared into his wife's two
gaping, wet sex holes, white flecks of cum still inside them.  In
a rage, he slammed his cock into her cunt as hard as he could,
holding her hips so she had to take the full force of his thrust.

  "UUUGGHHHHHnnnnnnnn", his wife wailed.

  "TAKE IT YOU DIRTY SLUT!  YOU WORTHLESS FUCK WHORE!", he
shouted as he fucked into her cunt again and again and again.

  She screamed as she came, "OHHH YESSS...FUCK YOUR DIRTY WHORE
WIFE'S CUNT, BABY... SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNN MEEEEEE.."

  Phil felt his load rising in his balls ready to explode. 
Looking at his wife's wet asshole, he pulled his cock out of her
spasming cunt and drove the spike into her upturned ass.  She
gasped as his steel-hard cock stretched her hole open and
hammered all the way into her depths.  He held her hips in place
as he fucked his wife's ass for the first time.  After a dozen
strokes, filled her back hole with her second huge cum load of
the day.

  Half an hour later, Phil was watching Paula get ready for her
evening assignment to secure the leases.  She carefully cleaned
her pussy and cunt and then did the same thing to her asshole. 
She playfully cursed her husband as she did this.  "You Bastard!
Why couldn't you have shot your load into my cunt like Marcus
did?  Then I wouldn't have to be doing this."

  After her bath, she laid out a short, skin tight red,
miniskirt, a low-cut blouse, a demi-bra that exposed most of her
tits including both nipples, nude-colored hose, a sexy garter
belt, a pair of white, nearly transparent bikini panties, pink,
open-toed, 4-inch heels, several rings, a rhinestone choker, and
earrings.  She put on the hose and garter belt.  The hose rose
high on her thighs where they were held by the garter clips.

  She slipped into her heels, sat down in front of her vanity,
and began putting on her makeup.  Red lip gloss, blue eye shadow,
eyeliner to make her eyes appear fuller and larger, a touch of
rouge to give her face a glow.  She had already had her nails and
toes done that morning at a salon.  She rose, looked over the
results, and smiled.

  When she put on the uplift, demi-bra, Phil saw that it covered
nothing except the lower third of her breasts.  Her nipples were
completely exposed and both tits were thrust up and out.  She
pulled the panties up until the waistband rode high on her hips.
Most of her buttocks were exposed and her cunt slit was perfectly
outlined by the nearly transparent garment.

  Next came her pink blouse.  It fit loosely.  The plunging
neckline exposed the upper third of her breasts. She leaned
forward and looked in the mirror and saw both of her nipples were
visible.  She smiled again. Stepping into her skirt, Paula tugged
it up over her hips and zipped it up in back.  The hem was only
three inches below her pussy.  There was no way she could
possibly sit down or bend over even slightly without exposing her
panties to anyone watching.  Finally, she put on her rings,
choker, and earrings.  Phil noticed that she kept her wedding
rings on.

  "How do I look?", she asked her husband.

  "I've got a hard-on just looking at you.  You're the hottest,
sexiest looking woman I've ever seen in my life."  His wife
beamed and kissed him passionately, her mouth opening wide.

  After getting dressed, it took Paula an additional hour to pack
several outfits, her toilet articles, underclothes, shoes, etc.
before the cab arrived at their front door and she was off.

  Phil still had an erection wondering what would happen next.
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  It was 10 PM that evening.  Phil was watching some old movie on
TV, bored, yet excited at the same time wondering what was
happening with his wife.  The money lying on the coffee table
still amazed him.  Over $9,000 after just one week of work!  He
found it difficult to believe.  And the best part was the sex. 
It seemed like he was hard most of the time now, even when he was
alone like at the moment.

  His thoughts focused on Paula.  It was only a few leases, not a
huge purchase like with Romero.  Surely this wasn't a big deal. 
Baxter could probably get them signed without Paula even being
there.  But then if that were true, why would his wife have
dressed so damn hot before going out.  And what was the deal in
the Cayman Islands?  That must be something big.  Briefly, Phil
fantasized about how large Paula's bonus might be for that.

  Finally, he thought back to the five "surprises" his wife had
brought home that afternoon.  He certainly loved all of them,
particularly the money and her drenched, cum-filled cunt.  But he
wondered about the his unknown fourth surprise.  Baxter promised
to provide something I would really like in place of getting to
go with my wife and watch.  Moments later, the phone rang.

  "Hello."

  "Is this Phillip Lansing?"

  "Yes it is.  Who's calling."

  "We haven't met, but you know me very well by now.  This is
Marcus Baxter, you're wife's employer.  Paula has told me about
your desire to accompany her and watch, and I think she has
explained why that won't work out well."

  "Yes, she has, and I understand, but I'm disappointed."

  "I know you are and that's why I'm calling.  I thought you
might enjoy me giving you a blow-by-blow description of what's
happening and, at strategic times, letting you listen to the
proceedings.  Are you interested?"

  "Oh yeah.  That would be great!", Phil exclaimed.  "You don't
mind?"

  "Not at all.  Least I can do.  And besides, I think it will be
very erotic.  First time I've ever talked to a husband and
described what his wife is doing.  Think you're up to it?  If
not, you can always hang up."

  "I'm fine with it.  Don't worry."

  "Ok, I won't.  Paula and I had dinner with three Afro-American
men who are interested in leasing three properties in a new mall
being built.  The leases are expensive because of the location of
the mall and the amount of space involved."

  "Did they sign?", asked Phil.

  "At first, they were hesitant, but your beautiful, sexy wife
took care of their concerns by assuring them that they could call
on her at any time to take care of hard problems that might rise
up."  Baxter chuckled at the double meaning of his comment.

  "Is my wife with you now?"

  "Not right at the moment.  I'm in our suite at the Hilton.  She
rode with our clients to show them the way.  By the way, their
names are Bob Johnson, Jack Lawson, and John Carter.  Bob and
Jack are in their early 30s.  John is younger, maybe 26 or so.  I
assume you know that they plan on having a party tonight with
your wife as the entertainment.  That's the main reason they
signed the leases."  He waited a moment.  When I didn't respond,
Baxter said, "Hello?  Are you still there Phil?"

  "Yes, I'm here.  And I do understand."

  "Good.  I'll call you back when things are getting
interesting."  The phone went dead.

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  An hour passed, and Phil was couldn't sit still.  His cock had
been hard for an hour.  Finally, the phone rang again.

  "Sorry to keep you waiting, Phil.  Everyone's here now.  Can
you hear me Ok?..  Good.  You know how your wife is dressed.  She
really looks hot and the men have been commenting on it all
evening.  They're having a drink now.  Paula is sitting in the
middle of the couch with Jack and Bob on either side of her, and
John sitting in a chair directly behind her."

  "MMmmmm...look at that.  I'm afraid your wife's short skirt has
ridden up when she sat down, Phil, and the guys aren't about to
let her pull it down.  They're getting an excellent view of her
panties.  Did you notice just how thin they are?  You did, huh. 
Well, I can certainly see how thin they are.  I can see her
little triangle of pubic hair from across the room so they can
easily see it."

  Baxter smiled when he heard Phil groan.  "Maybe they can't see
it as well as I thought they could.  Jack and Bob and working
together to pull her skirt even higher.  They got it way up her
hips now.  Bob just said, "Damn, woman.  Love your sexy garter
and that hot looking white pussy."

  "Paula isn't just sitting there, Phil.  She has her hands on
Jack and Bob's cocks.  Looks to me like she's slowly jacking them
through their pants.  Whoops.  John wants in the action.  He just
reached over your wife's shoulders and opened her blouse.  When
he saw her tits, he said, "Man, look at the big tits on this
white Bitch."   Sorry, about that Phil.  Would you prefer I sort
of clean up the conversation a little for you?"

  "No..no..  please don't do that.  Tell me everything just as it
occurs."

  "I assume you're jerking off, right?"

  "Oh yeah.. can't help it.  Too hot."

  "Ok.  Whatever you say.  John's fondling your wife's tits. 
Jack and Bob each have one of her nipples in their mouth.  Paula
has her head thrown back, eyes are closed, mouth open, tongue out
licking her top lip.  I'm afraid I have to tell you that they're
taking off your wife's panties now.  Down they go!  You now have
a pantiless wife, Phil.  They're got her legs spread wide. 
That's real teamwork!"

  Phil jerked his cock faster.  He could just picture his wife
with her tits out, her panties off, her legs spread wide open
totally exposing her wet cunt.

  "They're finger fucking her now..pulling her cunt open,
stretching it.  Bob's working on her clit.  You should see your
wife's hips and ass.  They're thrusting up and down in fuck
motions, Phil.  She arches her hips up, holds them there, lets
them finger fuck her sex hole, Phil.. What a hot slut!"

  They getting her to her feet now.  John has already stripped
off and Jack and Bob are doing the same.  Man.. you really should
see this.  John's cock looks like it must be 9 inches.  Bob is
almost that long but even thicker, and Jack is over 10 inches and
thicker than any of them.  ZIPPPP... your wife just lost her mini
skirt, Phil.   Now John is removing her blouse.  The bra is
useless, conceals nothing but they're taking it off her anyway. 
I wonder... wait... no..  they're going to leave her garter belt,
hose and fuck-me heels on."

  They have your wife over by the bed now, Phil.  She's
kneeling... it's a circle suck, Phil.  Can you see it?  She's
going from one hard cock to the next, sucking them.  LOOK AT
THAT.  YOUR WIFE IS TAKING ALMOST ALL THEIR COCKS INTO HER
THROAT."

  Phil's first load shot all over the carpet.

  "Are you still with me, Phil?  Good.  The other guys are
watching your wife sucking Jack's cock. After licking him around
the head for a few seconds she sucked about nine inches of his
cock into her mouth.  Now Jack is starting to moan.  BOOM!  BOOM!
 BOOM! he’s shooting his load into your wife's mouth."

  "It looks like she's finished with Jack, Phil.  Now she's
moving over to Bob and getting his cock in her mouth hole.
No..no, I'm wrong.  Sorry.  The guys are getting your wife to lie
down on the bed now.  Bob has planted himself next to her head. 
Oh Man, your should see this!  His cock has just disappeared into
Paula's throat.  John is now kneeling between her thighs starting
to eat her pussy. Jezz.. I wish you could see your wife's hips
jump when John's tongue touched her swollen lips.  Phil, you
better believe your wife is dripping wet and ready for sex now."

  "That's really amazing!  Jack's cock is hard again.  Damn. And
he just blew a big load down your wife's throat.  He's trying to
get John to move so he can have access to your wife's cunt.  He's
in there now.  Between her thighs.  She's lifting her hips and
legs up. Jack's sliding forward... he's in her saddle, Phil.  He
right there.  I've moved closer so I can see.  The tip of his
cock is touching her cunt lips.  He's not quite lined up right. 
The guys are all maneuvering Paula's opening into line with
Jack's cock. Phil.   THAT'S IT.  HE'S THERE!  IT'S GOING IN,
PHIL.  THAT 11 INCH BLACK COCK IS BEING SLOWLY PUSHED INTO YOUR
WIFE.  LISTEN."

  "AAHHHH FUCKKKKK..ah..ah.ah.ooouuuuuu... he's innnnnnn..
INNNNNN meeeee!  11 inches...UUGH UGH UGH...AAHHHHHH...  11
INCHES OF COCK!!!  INNNNN MEEEEEE", Phil heard his wife scream. 
He jacked his cock faster.

  "Your wife has stopped sucking Bob for a moment, Phil.  She
savoring the sensation of that monster cock sinking into her
belly.   Everyone is gathered around the bed watching Jack's cock
plowing in and out of Paula's cunt.  He's starting to pump in and
out of your wife's fuck hole, Phil."

  Phil listened to his wife grunting and moaning.  He could even
hear the slapping of Jack's body against hers, the thud of his
loins ramming up against his wife.  He recognized the squishing
sounds as being those caused by a hard cock pistoning in and out
of his wife's sex cylinder.  His hand gripped his shaft hard as
he continued to jack off as he listened to Beth responding
enthusiastically.

  "Your wife is rocking her pelvis back against Jack's cock as he
fucks her", Baxter related.  "Now she's stated sucking Bob's cock
again.  WAIT!  She stopping the suck.  Damn.  She can't suck; 
she stopped because she's about to cum.  And Jack's gonna shoot
it in her...NOW!!!  BOOM!  BOOM!  BOOM!  Jack's pumping her cunt
full with a lot load and your wife is cumming.  I can see her
eyes squeezed shut and her body shaking."

  "OHHH OOHHH OHHH...UUUMMMMMMMMM... aaahhh... getting...
uummmm...getting it...ooohhhh..  FUCK MEEEEE."

  "Jack'S finished.  He's pulling out of her cunt, Phil.  Now Bob
is pushing him aside and moving between Paula's thighs.  She's
changing positions, rolling over onto her hands and knees.  Damn,
you should see this, Phil.  Your hot wife is reaching back and
guiding Bob's cock into her.  WHAM!  He just rammed it all the
way into her on one stroke.  John's putting his cock into her
mouth now.  She's sucking him.  Man, they're nailing her,
pounding their cocks into her holes at both ends!"

  Phil heard steady thudding noises...low pitched grunts...then
louder squishing..sucking sounds.

  Then a man's voice: "Damn!  She's hot as fire.  Just at that
white Bitch's open cunt!"

  Then a different male voice:  "Yeah.  Incredible."

  Then the first voice again:  "Look at her asshole!  See how it
opens and closes every time I fucks in and out of her cunt."

  Second male voice:  "And those big white tits.  Look at 'em
swing back and forth!"

  Then Phil heard his wife's voice:    "HE'S IN MEEEEEEEEE... 
HE'S IN MY CUNT... FUCKING MEEEEEEE.. OOHHH GAWD...HE'S
HUGE..UUGGHHHH..UUNNGGHH.."

  His wife's moans and gasps grew louder.  He could hear the man
fucking her grunting steadily as he rammed himself in and out of
her cunt.  In a few more minutes, Baxter told him that Bob had
shot his load into Paula's cunt.

  "Bob's pulling out now.  There's cum running out of her cunt
and down into her brown cunt bush.  Now it's John.  He's moving
up behind your wife's ass to take Bob's place.  THERE IT GOES! 
COCK NUMBER THREE UP HER CUNT!  Phil could hear her moan as she
felt herself filled again.

  "Unnnnnn. ooohhhhh. OOOhhhhh AAAhhhhhh   Oowwhhh, John, that
feels so dammed good.  It's so big!  Fuck me hard, John. Stuff me
with your big cock."

  "John's not going to last much longer.  He's ramming his cock
in and out of your wife's fuck hole like a sledgehammer, Phil. 
He just slugged it in deep!  Holding it there.  Pulling back. 
Paula is cumming.  Her mouth is wide open, tongue out, honking
like a whore.

  WHAM!  John just rammed her again.  Her whole body is jerking;
saliva is running out of her wide open mouth, hanging from her
chin.  Banging her hard and fast now.  HE'S GONNA UNLOAD IN
HER!.... BOOM!  BOOOM!  BOOOM!  third big fuck load is shooting
into your wife, Phil."

  "I think things may be done, Phil.  At least for awhile.  Wait
a minute."

  "Hi Phil,  This is Jack.  Loved dumping two loads into your
wife.  She's lying on the bed on her back now.  Those big white
milkers are heaving up and down.  Marcus hasn't had a turn in her
so I'm taking over for him for a bit.

  Man, that white honcho has a BIG wang.  Must be about 10 thick
inches of fuck meat for her.  He's on the bed with her now. 
Pushing her legs apart.  She's one fucked out white slut, Dude.

  Yeah.  That's the way, Man.  He's hooked her legs over his
arms.  Shoving them up and wide.  Way, way back.  Open her up,
Stud!  Got them knees shoved up against her tits now.  Look at
that!  Her ass is up in the air.. she's a wide open fuck hole
now, Man.  He's got it in her.  There it goes.. up her slimy
cunt, Phil.  Bottoming out.  Can you hear it?"

  "oohhh..ugh..aahhh..oohh fuck meharder..please...harder... make
me cum again... STICK THAT THING IN MEEEEE!"

  "He's pulling it out of her cunt, Phil.  Yessss..That's right!
Fuck the hot Bitch's asshole.  Hear that, Man.  Marcus is gonna
ass fuck your white bitch.  Damn!  Look at that fucker stretch
that asshole!  He's in her!  Listen to your whore scream, Phil."

  Paula gasped for breath .. her labored moans and shrieks filled
Phil's ears.  "My ass... MY ASS..  YOU'RE IN MY ASSSSSSSSSS.. 
..ooohhh..fuck meeeeeeeee... FUCK MY ASSHOLE. aaahhhhhhhhh...I'M
CUMMING AGAIN...UUGGHH...  Aaaahhhhhhhhh... deeper.. He's in
sooooo damn deep. I'M BEING ASSFUCKED."

  "OOHHHH Honey.. he shooting...he cumming in my ass...NOW! I can
feel him jerking in my ass...He's cumming in meeeeeeeee.."

  Phil listened as the thudding of their bodies slowed..then
stopped.  His wife was panting, her breath coming in deep labored
gasps.

  "Hi, Phil.  This is Jack again.  We're all having a great time
here.  I'm sure you can hear how much fun your hot wife is
having.  Marcus told us that she's not on the pill.  So enjoy
yourself listening to us breeding her.  I'll leave the phone open
beside the bed all night so you can listen anytime you want.
Bye."

  Phil continue to listen all night long even when the action
seemed to have stopped.  At one point he fell asleep only to be
awakened in the middle of the night by banging/bumping noises on
the speaker phone.  It took Phil a few seconds to realize that it
was a headboard hitting a wall at regular intervals.  Obviously,
Paula and one of the men were going at it again. Then he heard
Jack's voice:

  "Ride it Slut.  Hammer that white ass up and down on my big
black fuck pole.  Fuck yourself on it..faster..harder."

  Phil began jacking off again visualizing his wife sitting on
Jack's cock hammering her ass up and down on his huge black cock.


  In a few minutes he heard Jack moan and say, "I'm cumming,
Slut!" From experience, Phil could easily imagine his wife
throwing her head back and her body shaking as she came too.
There was silence for bit and then, "Thank you, you hot-assed
white whore.  You're an incredible fuck."

  Phil had shot off four times that night.  
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  After that night listening to his wife being fucked at the
Hilton, Phil heard no more from his wife or Baxter for days.  He
knew they were in the Cayman Islands doing something related to
real estate deals.  And he also knew that Baxter and probably
other men were fucking Paula regularly.  He didn't know how much
more uncertainty he was going to be able to stand.  This was just
driving him crazy.  He sat down to think seriously about what he
could do about the situation.

  The FedEx envelope arrived the next afternoon.  When he opened
it, he found it had been sent by Baxter.  There was a brief note
and an envelop on top.

  Hi, Phil.  I know you're worried about Paula.  Don't be.
  She's fine.  Having a great time.  We will probably have all
  of our business completed by the weekend and will be back by
  Sunday afternoon.  In the meantime, I thought you would enjoy
some "vacation photographs" I've had taken of Paula and our
  friends.  The bonus for Paula's help with the leases is also  
enclosed.  Take care.

The note was signed "Marcus".  Phil opened the envelope and found
ten $100 bills inside.

  There were dozens of glossy, high resolution photographs
inside.  The first one that held Phil's attention showed his wife
with her elbows on a low table, her ass arched high.  Her tight
sheathe was skin-thigh and very short.  Half of her breasts were
exposed by the low-cut bodice that just barely covered her
nipples.  She wore thigh-high hose and pumps with five-inch
heels.  The attached caption stated that beneath the dress, she
was naked, no panties, no bra.  Just a naked cunt and ass that
had been used many times that night.

  Phil stared at the photograph, his cock hardening to a rigid
steel shaft.   Paula's bent over posture caused the sheathe to
ride high on her hips exposing the tops of her hose.  She had her
legs slightly spread and he knew anyone standing behind her would
have had a perfect view of her exposed cunt.

  He flipped to the next photograph.  He gasped at its sensuous
lewdness.  It was the same scene but now the photographer was
behind his wife.  She was looking back, her thighs opened even
wider, smiling at whoever was taking the picture.  The dress was
riding high enough to expose her ass along with the slit of her
cunt, which gleamed with wetness.  Phil wondered if she was just
excited or if she had been recently fucked.

  The pictures were obviously taken by a professional working
with excellent equipment.  Each shot was in vivid color with
incredibly sharp detail and focus.  The next one had Paula
reclining on one elbow.  It was a close up shot from the waist up
that showed the full extent of her cleavage.  Another shot was
the same except it had been taken from above so that the viewer
could see deep into the valley between his wife's tits.

  Phil flipped to the next picture.  It showed his wife with one
leg raised, knee bent, the five-inch spike pump resting on the
table.  The position caused the sheathe to ride up around her
hips.  Her wet slit could be seen between her thighs.  The next
photo was similar, but now her thighs were spread much wider so
that more of her cunt was exposed.

  Phil’s breath was now coming in gasps.  He groaned as he
flipped through several more pictures of his wife.  He stared at
one in which her tits had been removed and were sticking out over
the bodice of her dress.  The sheath served only to push the big,
naked globes up and out.  Both tits bulged; both nipples were
hard and erect.

  The next photo had his wife lying on her back, thighs fully
spread and lifted into the classic female fucking position.  Her
breasts still pushed out of the top of the sheathe.  The was
followed by two more shots, each taken with the camera pointed
directly between his wife's spread thighs.  The second one was an
extreme close up showing every crevice of her open vagina, which
was clearly filled with milky white semen.

  Finally, there were several pictures of Paula tied to a fucking
platform... naked except for her hose and heels.  Her legs
straddled two padded parallel bars that stretched her wide open.
She was bent forward over a cross bar for support and her hands
were tied to the forward legs of the platform.  Her ankles were
each strapped securely to the back legs of the platform.  Her
head was below her crotch so that she could see her own cunt
easily.  The position made both her ass and her cuntholes easily
accessible.  He had never seen a woman look more vulnerable or
more whorish.

  A second photograph showed another view of his wife on the same
fucking platform.  This time, Paula's body filled more of the
photographic field and several long strands of cum dangled from
her pussy lips and another thin stream could be seen seeping from
her asshole.  Obviously, the photographer must have put his
camera aside while he and some other men fucked his wife's cunt
and ass several times.

  Paula's hips, ass, cunt, and thighs filled the entire field of
the third photo of the set.  In this shot, obviously taken later
than the second one, his wife's asshole had been stretched into a
huge, open circular hole.  Cum could easily be seen pooled inside
the gaping hole as well as streaming down the crack of her ass
and cunt slit.

  The pictures were followed by some typed comments, apparently
from the men who were fucking his wife.

  "Your wife's mouth is fantastic.  She took the full length into
her throat on every thrust.  As you can see from her position on
the platform, she really didn't have much choice.  Her mouth
moved up and down the full length even more rapidly when she felt
me beginning to throb.  She sucked hard, jacking her mouth up and
down my cock until it erupted and filled her mouth and throat
with cum.  She's the hottest fuck whore I've ever screwed."

  "I had already mouth fucked your wife, Phil, so for my second
crack at her, I decided to use her cunt.  My cock sank all the
way to the balls on the first thrust.  You can easily see why
from the pics.  She's spread wide enough to take a log up her
pussy.  As you can imagine, her cunt was very wet with cum by
this time so I was able to hit her womb every time I rammed into
her.

  Unfortunately, her pussy had been so stretched by previously
fucking, I wasn't getting enough friction.  No problem.  Just
look at her on the platform.  I just pulled out of her
well-fucked cunt and pressed it up against her asshole.  There
was a small stool to let us get higher into position to use that
tight hole.  The cum in her cunt lubricated me nicely and I slid
in easily.  She grunted and moaned as it went in, but there was
no pain.  I could feel your wife throbbing.  She groaned and came
as I fucked her ass.

  I couldn't take much, however.  She was just too hot and too
tight.  After a dozen or so strokes, I unloaded in her.  She's a
great fuck!  Several other men also used her ass so after an
hour, it wasn't nearly as tight as it was when I was in it (see
last photo of her gaping asshole)."

  Phil looked back at the picture of his wife tied to the fucking
platform, imagined all the cocks fucking into her holes, jacked
his cock and shot a huge cum load directly onto his wife's ass
and cunt in the picture. 
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  Paula returned home on Sunday as Baxter had promised.  She
spent the next 24 hours in bed resting from her sexual ordeal. 
She also brought home another $5,000 in cash in payment for her
excellent services.

  While his wife slept, Phil went to Baxter's office to execute
the plan he had spent the last week crafting.  The secretary told
him he would have to make an appointment later in the month
because Mr. Baxter was very busy and couldn't take the time to
see him.

  Phil stared at the buxom secretary and said in an ice-cold,
voice, "Ms. Johnson, I strongly suggest you get up off your sexy
ass, go into Baxter's office, and tell him if I'm not in his
office in five minutes, he can read about all his sleazy deals in
the expose section of tomorrow's editions of all the newspapers
in the city.  You have five minutes.  And by the way, cancel
whatever plans you have for this evening.  I'm going to be
fucking you."  In three minutes, Phil was standing in front of
Baxter's desk.

  "Listen you little wimpy bastard, no one, I mean no one, comes
into my office and threatens me, least of all a nothing shit like
you!"

  Phil showed no emotion.  He waited until Baxter's tirade had
subsided.  "I suggest you sit down and listen to me.  If you do,
you will be in wonderful shape, even better than before, with an
incredibly sweet deal.  If you don't, your business is going into
the crapper; your clients will desert you like rats off a sinking
ship; your reputation will be ruined;  it's even possible that
some type of criminal charges may be filed so that you end up
being butt-fucked in the state prison for the next several years.
 Do I have your attention?  Shall I continue or not?"

  Marcus Baxter had not built a real estate empire by being
stupid.  Over the years of hard-nosed business dealings, he had
developed a keen sense of which men can be bluffed and deceived
and which men were hard and dangerous.  He had seriously
misjudged Phil Lansing.  Far from being a wimpy cuck, his manner
and demeanor were cold and calculating; his determination and
resolve were steel hard.  After a moment of silence, Baxter
responded, "Forgive me.  My comments were totally inappropriate
and inaccurate.  My sincere apologies.  Please sit down.  I'm
more than just a little interested in your proposition."

  "Apology accepted", said Phil as he relaxed in a chair. 
"First, I'm going to explain what will happen if we cannot reach
a mutually beneficial agreement.  Understand, I do not, I repeat,
I do not wish to have to move in this direction.  But you must
understand that the position exists.  If you have questions or
objections, feel free to interupt.

  First:  I have in my possession several hours of tape
recordings of your voice and that of a black man named Jack
Lawson, who would be very easy to locate since he is the process
of opening a new business at the Southside mall having just
leased the property from Baxter Enterprises.  These tape
recordings describe in vivid detail the prostitution of my wife
in the most vile manner imaginable.  The newspapers, tabloids,
the better business commission, and the DA's office will be most
interested.

  Second:   I have a note signed by you admitting the payment of
a monetary bonus for the sexual services of one Mrs. Paula
Lansing.  Furthermore, I have your check showing a starting
salary of $60,000 per year to the same Paula Lansing for
"secretarial duties".  I also have $10,000 in cash payments as
evidence of further payments for prostitution.

  Third:  I have 23 high-resolution, glossy photographs of my
wife in the most lurid, sexual postures one can imagine.  I also
have the FedEx envelop in which these incriminating photos were
delivered.  This provides the corroborating evidence of payments
for prostitution involving movement across state lines.

  Baxter was visibly shaken.  Sweat ran down his cheeks.  His
face was flushed.  Phil was not done.  He hammered the final
nails into the coffin of Baxer Enterprises.

  Fourth:   I have the following names of involved individuals:
Julio Romero, Hector Gomez, his driver Pedro, three black
businessmen, Bob Johnson, Jack Lawson, and John Carter, along
with the names of three of your clients who enjoyed fucking my
wife in the Cayman Islands last week.  They were easily
identified from their photos taken while they were busy fucking
my wife in her mouth, cunt, and asshole.  When their names become
public and they realize you are responsible for this debacle, I
think it is very likely that you will mysteriously vanish...I'm
sure you understand my meaning.

  Fifth:    I have all of this evidence in the hands of an
attorney who has instructions to leave the material sealed unless
I suddenly vanish, fall off a cliff, or drown in my breakfast
cereal.

  Baxter was sweating before.  Now he was trembling.

  Phil's voice softened considerably.  Now, all of that is the
downside.  It would not only destroy you, it would also destroy
me, my teaching profession, Paula, our marriage.  I do not want
that anymore than you do, but that is exactly what will happen
unless you agree to some small changes in our business
arrangements.

  Baxter nodded.  "What are these 'small changes'?"

  "Nothing that will not be profitable to both of us and also
very, very enjoyable.  Let me list them for you."

First:   When you require my wife's sexual services on a business
deal, you will work through me and me alone.  If I agree, Paula
fucks whoever is necessary to land the deal, just as she does
now.  No change there.  The bonuses for her services remain the
same.  No increase, except you pay me, not her.  Your profit
margins are unaffected.

Second:   When you wish to fuck my wife, have your friends fuck
my wife, have her fucked by a dog, or whatever, you will first
inform me of your intention to fuck her and how you intend to
fuck her.  It is not a question of obtaining my permission.  You
can fuck her whenever you wish.  If you wish to spend the weekend
in our bed fucking my wife, just give me a call.  We'll arrange
something hot for both of us.  The point is, Paula is my whore,
not yours.

Third:   Whenever I choose, I will be present when she is whoring
for us.  If we can't find a better, hotter cunt to fuck, we can
both use hers.  This is non-negotiable.  To take care of the
problem of intimidation of prospective clients if Paula's husband
is present, I shall be your business associate, not her husband.

Fourth:  To expand operations, we will soon find that we need
additional married whores.  I am to be fully involved in their
selection and will, of course, have full access to their bodies.
Since you will be paying their salaries and bonuses, I realize
that this condition is not completely fair.  Consequently, you
will have final say in which women are hired and which ones are
retained as our business whores.  The only exception is my wife.
She will remain our business whore for as long as I wish.

  I would point out that every semester, several young,
attractive coeds offer me sex for a higher grade.  Thus, I have a
never-ending list of hot women who have shown themselves to be
willing to trade sex for something they want.  I don't think
recruiting some of them will be a problem for us.

Fifth:  If we find my wife is not performing well, we will
together arrange suitable discipline for her.  In the worst case,
I will use all the material I have to send her to prison for
interstate prostitution, or, failing that, we will sell her to a
Mexican whorehouse.

Sixth:   One additional minor item:  I want you to inform the
big-titted whore outside, Ms. Rita Johnson, that she should tell
her husband that she will be working very late tonight allowing
me to sample her cunt, mouth and asshole.  Also, you will inform
her that unless her sex holes are needed to help us with pressing
business deals, they are always to be available to me.


  Phil stopped.  After five minutes of silence, he said, "Do we
have an agreement?"  The question was unnecessary, and Baxter
told him so.

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  The second day, Paula called in sick.  Actually, her husband
wouldn't let her out of bed.  He seemed as insatiable as a
teenaged boy, nailing her to the bed with his cock in her cunt or
ass time and time again.  After the second fucking, she
protested.

  Five minutes later, her wrists were tied to the bedposts, her
panties were stuffed into her mouth, and Phil's cock was in her
ass again.  He would only let her out of bed long enough to pee.
Once, when she took too long to empty her bladder, Phil entered
the bathroom, belt in hand, jerked his peeing wife off the camode
and whipped her naked ass all the way back to the bed as her
urine ran down her thighs.  As soon as he had her back in bed,
her whipped ass on fire, Phil again slammed his newly hardened
cock back into her cum-filled cunt and ordered her to fuck
herself on it.  She came again in just a few minutes.  When he
felt her cuntal contractions subside, he pulled his rock-hard
cock from her vagina and pushed it into her ass.

  It was 10 PM before Paula persuaded her randy husband to get
out of bed long enough for her to fix them a meal and eat
something.  His wife did get the meal prepared, as her husband
watched.  Phil ate quickly, but she wasn't permitted to finish
her meal before Phil had her bent over his lap spanking her naked
ass vigorously.

  She flailed her legs helplessly in the air, spreading wide and
exposing her cunt in the process.  The delicious sight inspired
him to spank her even harder.  She screamed and cursed him;  that
earned her Phil's belt across her naked ass.  After 10 minutes,
her ass was a bright red with angry welts from the belt.  She was
wailing and begging him to stop.  As Phil whipped his whore, he
explained the deal with Baxter and her new status.

  He finally took pity on her and pushed her off his lap onto the
floor.  She lay there sobbing, her breath coming in tortured
gasps.  She looked up at her husband and saw his cock was rigid
with lust again.  The sight made her cunt throb with passion. 
Her clit felt like it was on fire and her ass was on fire.

  She rolled over onto all fours, pressed her head to the kitchen
floor, and elevated her ass as high as she could.  Reaching back
with both hands, Paula pulled her ass open, and exposed both of
her sex holes completely.  Shoving her hand between her spread
thighs, she masturbated her burning clit shamelessly as she
waited for her master to choose one of her holes.  She reached
another orgasm before he made his choice.


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