2007-08-31

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Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

Doreen: Tom's Adventuresome Wife
by RLM

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Tom had no clue as to how adventuresome Doreen could be.

Courtship and Marriage:

Tom Currier first laid eyes on Doreen Martin when he had to visit the accounting department of his firm to see about the proper handling of a travel voucher related to his last consulting trip. At 26, Tom was the youngest engineer with the corporation, but he was already handling far more responsibility than many of the more senior members of the engineering staff. This was a measure of the confidence senior management had in his extraordinary abilities to see and execute creative solutions to very difficult engineering problems. It was now commonplace that he was the engineer selected to visit those plants in the corporation that were experiencing technical difficulties which their in-house engineers could not handle. The current travel voucher was the result of the latest of his consulting trips.

As luck would have it, the first available clerk in accounting that morning was Doreen. Tom handed her the travel voucher and said, "Could you arrange to have this deposited to the same bank account as my monthly salary checks?"

The beautiful blonde looked at the voucher, checked her computer data banks, and finally, looked at him. Flashing a dazzling smile, she said, "So you're the Tom Currier, genius engineer, I've heard so much about. Hi. I'm Doreen Martin. This won't be a problem. You can expect the funds to be deposited by late this afternoon, Mr. Currier."

Flattered, but also embarrassed, by Doreen's effusive complement, Tom's face flushed red, which made him feel like a schoolboy. Doreen saw his discomfort and thought to herself, "Wow! Young... talented... single... sinfully handsome, masculine, and sexy looking... and modest on top of all that." She pushed her chair back and sat upright. At the same time, her smile broadened and her eyes twinkled. Her new posture thrust her large breasts forward. "Is there anything else I do for you?" she asked.

Involuntarily, Tom's eyes moved downward where they focused on the blonde's large chest. Realizing what he was doing, he jerked his eyes back to her face and saw the knowing, gleam in her eyes. The flush on his face changed colors to a deep red. Not only had he been tongue tied by her complement, but now he had been caught blatantly staring her thrusting breasts. Most men in such a situation would simply retreat quickly to cut their losses. Tom Currier was cut from a different mold.

"I'm sorry," he said looking directly into Doreen's eyes. "I'm usually not such a complete dolt. First, I can't manage to say 'Thank You' for your very nice complement, and then to make matters far worse, I get caught staring at you like a schoolboy. I hope you will accept my apologies and my thanks for your very kind comment. And I also hope you will accept my invitation to dinner. I know a really great restaurant. It's not expensive, but the food is fantastic."

Now it was Doreen's turn to be flustered. The number of men who had become tongue-tied around her numbered in the dozens, or perhaps, in the hundreds, and the number who had stared at her body was in the thousands. Not once had any of these men ever frankly and honestly apologized and then asked her to dinner. That is, not one until she met Tom Currier. Her natural instinct was to decline the invitation, but then she took another appraising look at the confident, smiling engineer, and her pussy countermanded her decision. She heard herself saying, "I'd love to!"

"Great! Where do you live?"

Doreen jotted her address and phone number on a notepad and handed it to him. Tom scanned the address, smiled again, and said, "I'll pick you up at 8 PM. Reservations will be at 8:30 PM. Dress is casual. None of the men will be in suits and none of the women in cocktail dresses or evening gowns. There is a small dance floor but no live music. Thank you for accepting."

As he was walking out the door, Doreen realized with surprise that she could feel tangible evidence of her excitement between her thighs.

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Later that same day, Lewis Cains, another junior engineer, approached his desk smiling. "Hey, Tom, the grapevine has it that you have a date with Doreen Martin tonight. Any truth in that rumor?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, it's true. I stopped by to cash a travel voucher. One thing led to another and I ended up asking her to dinner. Didn't really expect that she would accept, but she did. Must be my lucky day!"

"Yeah, I can understand why you might think that. She's absolutely drop-dead gorgeous... pure wet-dream stuff. I felt the same way when I dated her a couple of months back."

"I didn't know you were dating her. I really didn't mean to try to take your girl friend away. I'm truly sorry, Lewis. I just didn't know."

"Oh... No. It's not a problem. I stopped dating her after three dates. We haven't been out together for months. I also know a couple of other guys who dated her... Neil Garvin and Grant Hauger... same thing... two, three dates and that was it. They just didn't ask her out any more."

"Care to tell what the problem was? Don't mean to pry, but I have the feeling that you intended to warn me anyway. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. She's beautiful, intelligent, good company."

"But?" Tom inquired.

"But, she's really uptight about sex. After three dates, a warm good-night kiss and a few squeezes of her wonderful chest was as far as I ever got with her. I don't think she's frigid or cold. I just didn't turn her on, I guess. Same story with the other men. I hope you do better than the rest of us. Just don't rub it in if you do."

"I never do that... not my style."

"I know. We all do. And we all appreciate it."

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Tom rang the bell at Doreen's apartment at 7:57 PM. Although he was a few minutes early, Doreen opened the door immediately and was ready to go. Her outfit was more than casual as Tom had suggested, but she looked so good in it, he wasn't about to object. The long-sleeve black top was very conservative except for the fact that is did expose some deep cleavage and about a quarter of each breast. The matching brown skirt was tastefully short. She looked radiant. He was stunned, but this time, not too stunned to speak.

Somewhat conservative, somewhat sexy, Doreen was beautiful.

"You look fantastic! Every man we see tonight is going to wish he was me."

Doreen felt a little shiver. This man seemed to know exactly what to say and when to say it. Looking him over, she felt he also looked fantastic. His cashmere sweater was stretched tautly over his muscular chest. His slacks fit him perfectly, and, although they were not obscenely form-fitting, there was still the hint of a sizable bulge at his crotch. His dark wavy hair, his brown, bright eyes, the slight shadow of his beard, and his strong jaw line gave him a very virile, masculine look. His strong-willed confidence was evident to her. When she looked up into his eyes, she saw the same knowing gleam that he had seen in her eyes earlier in the day. Her face flushed.

"I like the way you look too," she said softly, "as I'm sure you can tell."

"Well, thank you again," Tom said smiling. He offered Doreen his arm, and she accepted it gracefully.

Dinner was excellent as Tom had promised. The veal scaloppini was delicious, and the vintage cabernet Tom had selected perfectly matched. When they had eaten, Tom suggested dessert.

"I can't. Too full, and I need to watch my figure," Doreen said with a grin.

"I'll make you deal, I'll watch your figure and you eat dessert. How's that?"

Doreen tilted her head and, with a sly smile, said, "Sounds good, but you have to promise to watch my figure very closely. I don't want to gain weight."

"Well, you drive a hard bargain, but Ok. I promise to keep a very close eye on your figure."

For dessert, they selected crepe suzettes that were prepared by the chef at the table. They were every bit as excellent as the veal and the cabernet. As they enjoyed a last glass of the wine, Doreen said softly, "You really know how to wine and dine a girl. Do you have ulterior motives?"

"Men always have ulterior motives. I'm no different. Sorry."

"Sorry? Why sorry? I wouldn't date a man who didn't."

"Well, you're in luck then. You haven't. Would you like to dance?"

"There's no one else dancing," Doreen protested.

"So? We'll have the entire floor to ourselves. Besides others are just shy. As soon as we're out there, some others will join. Shall we?"

Doreen rose gracefully, took Tom's arm, and followed his lead to the dance floor. The music was slow and melodic. She moved into his arms and found that he was a very good dancer, smooth, skilled, and with an excellent sense of rhythm. That was unexpected. Engineers were supposed to study all the time in college... particularly skilled engineers like Tom.

"You dance really well, and you make it very, very easy for a woman to follow. Most good male dancers want to show off their skills and end up embarrassing their partner."

"On the dance floor, the woman is always the star... never the man. A good male dancer is one who makes the woman he's with look outstanding... and you look outstanding."

Doreen noticed that two other couples were now dancing, just as Tom had predicted. "You could stand some improvement, however," she whispered in his ear. "Hold me closer. I won't break."

"Well, I always try to improve," he whispered back as he pulled her closer until he felt her breasts against his chest. "Too much?" he asked.

"More."

"More?" he questioned.

"Yes, more. Don't you want to be fair?"

"Fair? What do you mean?" Tom asked, puzzled.

"You can feel me... but I can't feel you... yet."

Already semi-hard from holding the beautiful blonde in his arms, Tom felt his cock harden into a rigid spike. His pants were tight enough that there was no way he was going to be able to conceal his erection when the dance ended. He pulled Doreen closer. "Is this better?" he asked.

Feeling his large, rigid shaft pressing against her mound, Doreen sighed, "Mmmmmm.. much better. You've improved greatly in the last 30 seconds."

When the song ended, Tom continued to hold her in his arms. "The song just ended," she smiled, but didn't move away.

"I know. Let's dance another."

The next song began, and they continued to dance, Doreen's breasts moving over Tom's chest, his organ sliding over her belly and mound. The song ended. Tom was harder than ever.

When Doreen started to back out of his arms, Tom groaned, "Oh god... this is going to be embarrassing."

Doreen grinned and led her date across the floor back to their table. All the way there, the huge tent Tom's erection made in his pants was blatantly obvious to anyone who looked. When they were once again seated at their table, Tom said, "I hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you."

"You're the one who seemed embarrassed. I loved it." Tom's erection, which had been abating, surged again.

They stayed another 30 minutes while they finished the wine. The entire time, Tom asked her about her job, her ambitions, her background. Not once, did he mention anything about himself. When the wine was finished, Doreen realized with a shock that she had been doing 70% of the talking... Tom 70% of the listening. And his follow up questions made it obvious that he was really listening to every thing she said.

Before they left, Tom asked their waiter if he would ask Mr. Gardino to come over.

"Who is Mr. Gardino?" Doreen inquired.

"He's the owner and manager of this restaurant. I've been coming here for a couple of years now." A moment later, a man in his mid-40s approached their table and shook hands with Tom.

"Thank you for coming over, Raphael. I just wanted to tell you how fantastic dinner was and I also wanted to introduce you to my date this evening. Doreen, may I present Mr. Raphael Gardino, owner of the best Italian restaurant in the city. Raphael, this is Ms. Doreen Martin."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Martin. And I'm delighted that you had enough sense to take my warning seriously, Tom."

"What warning was that?" Doreen inquired, intrigued.

"I told Tom that it was ridiculous for a man such as himself to be eating my superb cuisine alone. I also told him that he would no longer be welcome if he again came in alone. However, to be honest, I didn't expect him to bring the most beautiful woman in the city."

Doreen smiled graciously and responded, "Like all Italian men, you exaggerate, but, as you know, women love it."

"True... true, but in this case, exaggeration is not needed. The truth is more than sufficient."

Finally, Tom interrupted. "I think I'll take my date and leave before she abandons me for you, Raphael. Please tell Marcel that he has outdone himself tonight with the veal the crepe suzettes."

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A half hour later, Tom's car stopped in front of Doreen’s apartment house. He escorted her to the door, and, as she turned to face him, he smoothly took her in his arms and kissed her softly, his hands staying on her back. She returned the kiss. Encouraged, his kiss deepened. Again, Doreen's lips responded in kind. His arms tightened around her pulling her closer as his lips moved sensuously over hers, his stiff erection once again pressed hard and urgently against her mound. His tongue moved out to stroke her lips. Hers touched his.

As Tom's cock surged to full erection, his hand moved downward to Doreen's buttocks. She felt herself pulled tightly against the rigid, demanding male shaft that was now throbbing against her mound. Her pussy throbbed in response.

Abruptly, she pressed her hands against his chest and pulled back almost out of his arms. "I'm sorry, but this is too fast for me," she said softly so as not to insult him.

"You're right. I never behave like this. It seems like I just lose all control when I'm around you. On the dance floor tonight, I felt like an undisciplined teenager. I hope you're not so disgusted that you won't see me again. I have tickets to a new production of "Cats" this weekend. I would like for you to come with me. Will you?"

"I'd love to go with you... to see "Cats" or anything else. And I hope you're not too disappointed with me for saying 'no', not yet."

Thirty minutes, later Doreen was alone in her bedroom. When she had undressed, she was shocked to see how wet and sodden her panties had become. When she held them to her face and inhaled their aroma, the musky smell of her aroused cunt raised the level of her excitement still further. She turned back the covers of her bed and prepared to go to bed for the evening. But with the way her pussy was throbbing, she knew that there was no possible way she could get to sleep with her vagina and clitoris engorged and pulsing as they were.

Doreen opened the drawer of a small cabinet beside the love seat in her bedroom and removed an 8-inch phallic vibrator. A moment later, she was lying on the love seat with her legs spread and her knees steepled. The vibrator was so intense, she always began with just her fingers. As she slowly stroked her wet sex slit, the intensity with which her clitoris throbbed shocked her. She was blazing hot.

As soon as her fingers touched it, her clit began to dance and throb.

Doreen was about to thrust the vibrator into her waiting, pulsing hole when she thought, "This is ridiculous... I had a fantastic man in my arms 30 minutes ago with a real, hot, throbbing erection that was dying to pleasure me. What do I do? I send him away and now here I am, spread out and ready, and all I have is this plastic toy! What a stupid Bitch!"

Without hesitation, Doreen reached for her bedside phone and dialed Tom's cell phone number. On the second ring, he answered. "Hello, Doreen. Did you call to say good night? That's wonderful."

"No. I didn't call to say good night, Tom. Where are you?"

"I just pulled into my driveway when you called. Still sitting in my car."

"Good. I called to apologize for being such a silly, foolish girl tonight."

"What? What are you talking about. You were wonderful."

"Like hell I was! I was a bitch. I'm lying here naked on a love seat in my bedroom right now. I have my legs open and was about to push my vibrator into my very, very wet pussy when I realized that it should be your hard cock about to enter me and would be if I hadn't put on that silly show when you brought me home. Would it be too much if I ask you to drive all the way back over here?"

"I'm backing out right now. I'm on my way. And you'd better be ready when I get there because I'm so damn hard right now, it hurts. It really hurts!"

'Hurry, Darling. HURRY! I'll make it all better with my hot cunt."

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"Oh god! Don't stop! Don't stop! AAaaaahhhhhh... oh my god!"

Tom had the gorgeous blonde spread out on the love seat in her bedroom with his head between her splayed thighs, his tongue stroking up and down Doreen's drenched slit. Each time it reached the top and encountered her near bursting clitoris, it would stop and work her pleasure bud up and down its pulsing shaft until it was dancing wildly in and out of its protective hood. At the moment Doreen begged him not to stop, his tongue was once more circling and licking her throbbing clit. Then, he sucked the entire shaft into his mouth, held it in place with his lips, and sucked. Her clit swelled as more blood rushed in under the pressure of the suction. When the tongue again began stroking the blood-engorged organ, it convulsed in spastic contractions... again and again.

Doreen climaxed repeatedly as Tom's tongue pleasured her throbbing cunt and clit.

Doreen's eyes rolled up, her lips curled in a grimace as her mouth flew open, her tongue extended and curled upward as the shuddering woman screeched and howled in a series of intense climaxes, each one harder than the previous one. Her legs were extended to their limit and rigid. Her tits bounced and heaved as she tried to suck oxygen into her lungs. Doreen's juices ejaculated in a stream that drenched Tom's face.

"AAAHHHHhhhhhh... STOP... STOP... OOOHHH FUCKKK... STOP... STOP.. AAAHHHHHHHHH!!" she pleaded when she finally gained control of her voice.

Taking mercy on the helpless woman, Tom backed off her contracting, convulsing clit and watched her vagina opening and closing as her spastic contractions continued. It took 30 seconds or so before they began to ebb, but Doreen's body continued to shake. Tom gave her another couple of minutes to recover before his tongue again moved into the swollen folds of her cunt.

"OOOooohhh my god... never before... never like this...oooohhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped as her hips again began to thrust her cunt against his face. In just a few minutes, she was rising toward still another orgasm.

"Please, PLEASE. FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW! I NEED COCK! OH...OH... COCK MY CUNT, TOM. PLEASE!!"

Moving behind the beauty, Tom turned her onto her side and pressed his 7-plus inches of iron-hard man meat against her still-pulsing opening. Doreen thrashed wildly trying desperately to impale herself on his sex spike. "Please," she moaned. He pushed it into her and felt the hot, velvet glove of her vagina sliding sensuously down the length of his prick until his balls were pressed snuggly against her gorgeous body.

The exquisite sensation of cock in cunt sent shivers of pleasure through them both.

"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaa... that feels incredibly good," Doreen cooed.

Tom began to fuck her slowly. "OOohhhhhhhhh yesss... like that ... just like that.... give it to meeeeeeee!" Her excitement mounted rapidly as she felt the hard phallus scrapping over her G-spot while his fingers rubbed just above her throbbing clitoris. Without warning, Doreen's vagina began to contract and pulse around the huge male shaft embedded within its entire length.

While still in the throes of her orgasm, Tom turned the moaning female onto her hands and knees, pulled her hips high in the air, aligned his cock with her opening, and nailed his entire length into her waiting cunt. "UUUNNGGGGHHHHHH!!" came the wail of pleasure/pain females always emit when drilled by a large male phallus to the very bottom of their cunts. She came twice more in doggy position before Tom decided it was time for Doreen to ride his cock.

Doreen howled as the masculine sex spike thudded into her cervix.

This time he pulled his organ from her still-throbbing vagina and sat on the couch, his prick a rigid spike that thrust vertically into the air. "Ride It, Doreen. Get on it!" he ordered. Spreading her legs, she straddled his thighs and lowered herself onto his cock. His organ filled her, and she groaned at the exquisite sensation. Doreen was too tired and too out of control to fuck herself on his rod, so Tom held her hips and thrust himself rapidly in and out of her cunt until she gasped, and he felt her vagina weakly throbbing around his cock again.

Tom thrust his hips upward impaling Doreen's throbbing vagina on each stroke.

"Doreen, I can't wait any longer. Suck me until I'm about ready to shoot and then I'm going to cream your beautiful tits."

As soon as Tom was out of her pussy and waiting, she rammed her mouth down his cock and began to suck as it were the fountain of youth. He didn't want it to end, but he was so hot and hard, he had to cum! Pulling his rod out of her mouth, Tom pushed a moaning Doreen onto her back, moved his cock near her big tits, and began to unload huge streams of cum until both of her mounds were covered with thick cum ropes.

Doreen sucked Tom to the brink of orgasm... then he creamed her big tits with his massive load.

Falling over onto her body, now it was his turn to gasp for breath. After a minute or so, he pushed himself erect, looked down into Doreen's smiling face, and kissed her tenderly. Then he kissed her harder.

"My god... how did you do that?" she moaned, totally bewildered. "I've never ever cum like that in my whole life. That was just fantastic! Where did you learn to make love like that?"

He kissed her again. "You really know how make a man feel like a lion, Doreen. Thank you. You were just an inspiration, I guess. You're easily the most beautiful and passionate woman I've ever been with."

"MMmmmmmmmmm.... why didn't you cum inside my cunt, Lover? You could have, you know. You can cum in me anytime you want."

"That sounds just luscious. I wasn't wearing a condom, and we hadn't really planned this. I thought it best if I didn't... besides, I wanted to cream your gorgeous tits. If we're going to do this again, we can both go to the clinic and be tested and then neither of us has to worry."

Doreen jerked his head down to hers and kissed him hard as she thrust her loins against his probing hand. "I feel like a slut, but I also feel wonderful. Do you still want to take me to see "Cats" this weekend?"

His fingers were gently rubbing her mound right about her clitoris. In less than a minute, her hips were thrusting against him again. "I not only want to take you to see "Cats" this weekend, I want to see you all the time. Would you consider marrying me?"

Doreen tried to answer, but her pussy was throbbing too hard. She came again. Her body was still trembling a full minute later. When she regained control, she smiled and said, "I think you ought to fuck me a few more times just to make sure I'm good in bed before you ask me to marry you."

"I'm serious. But I won't press the issue. We'll date. I'll fuck you as often as you'll let me. Each month, I'll ask you again."

"Can you fuck me again right now?"

"I've only cum once, Doreen. Your pussy and mouth still have a lot of work to do."

"How many times can you do it in an evening?"

"Do I get to spend the night in bed with you?"

"Oh god. I was hoping you'd ask to stay the night."

"In that case, I'm afraid you're going to have to take three or four more loads before morning, Darling."

"You're serious? Can you really do that?"

For an answer, Tom rolled the blonde beauty onto her back, mounted her and moved deep into her sex saddle. He kissed her and then drove his newly erected cock back into her throbbing cunt. His masculine groan of satisfaction mixed with her feminine shriek of pleasure.

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The next morning at work, Doris McCormick stopped by Doreen's desk. She smiled at Doreen and said, "Well, the news is all over the place this morning. You did it again didn't you." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Did what?" Doreen asked, totally unsure of what Doris was talking about.

"You know what. Every woman in the corporation has been trying to get Tom Currier to ask her out. You finally manage to get him and, as usual, you freeze him out just like you always do. Frankly Girl, I think you need a brain transplant."

"Freeze him out? How do you know that, anyway?"

"Easy. Tom's pal, Lewis Cains... I sure you remember Lewis... three dates with you and he was lucky to get a kiss much less anything else. Anyway, Lewis just flat out asked Tom if he got lucky. Know what he told him?"

"I can't imagine," Doreen said sarcastically.

"Well, he told Lewis that he didn't get as lucky as he did. He didn't even get good night kiss... just a peck on the cheek and a 'I had a really nice time' brush off from you. Do you think he's gonna ask you out again?"

"I hope so. He's very nice."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be holding my breath. Couldn't you at least give the poor guy a good night kiss?"

As Doris walked away, Doreen smiled as she thought, "What a man. He thinks more about me than about his male ego. God. If that man asks me to marry him again, I'm saying 'Yes'!

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Exactly one month to the day later, Tom picked Doreen up for a night at the opera. It would be her first time to hear a live operatic performance. In fact, it was to be essentially the first time she had heard an opera, start to finish. When they were in his car on the way, he said, "I picked this particular opera because it's my personal favorite."

"What's it called?" Doreen asked.

"Most opera buffs just call it 'Lucia'. Its full title is 'Lucia di Lammermoor'. It's a three act opera composed by Gaetano Donizetti. Cammarano wrote the Italian libretto that he based on Sir Walter Scott's novel, 'The Bride of Lammermoor'. It's the opera every bel canto soprano wants to master and sing".

Now intrigued, Doreen inquired, "What's it about?"

"The story is a tragedy. Lucia is deeply in love with Edgardo, but in order to restore prestige and wealth to the family, her brother, Enrico, forces her agree to marry Arturo. Later, when Edgardo sees Lucia's signature on the marriage contract, he tears his engagement ring from her finger, curses her, and rushes from the hall. Lucia collapses. Before the marriage ceremony, she is so distraught over the loss of her one true love, she goes insane and probably the most famous and incredibly beautiful bel canto aria in all of the operatic repertoire follows. When you hear it, you will understand why. At the end of the aria, Lucia dies and in the final scene, Edgardo upon learning of Lucia's death commits suicide by stabbing himself. It's a tragedy, but a beautiful tragedy... one that speaks of true love. I hope you like it."

Four hours later, as Tom held the car door open for Doreen, he saw that tears were cascading down her cheek. "I don't think I need to ask if you liked it," he said smiling.

"It was just beautiful. I've never heard anything like it. How can anyone sing like that?"

"Simple. You have to be born with the potential for a great voice, and then you have to work a lifetime to perfect your gift. If you do, the result is that you can sing the mad scene from Lucia as you heard it tonight."

"I hope you plan to make love to me tonight. You can fuck me another time. I need you to make love to me tonight."

"That's been my plan ever since I bought the tickets to 'Lucia'."

Two hours later, Doreen and Tom's naked bodies were curled up together both still gasping for breath. Tom had spent 30 minutes kissing and softly licking every square inch of Doreen's body. When she was moaning with desire, and his organ was hard as stone, he had put her on her back with a pillow beneath her hips. He didn't need to ask her if she was ready. Her hips were thrusting before he even mounted her. When he did, she begged him to put it in her. He had entered her slowly... deeply. When it was all the way inside her body, he had kept it buried against her cervix as he slowly ground his pubic bone against her clitoris. She had climaxed twice before he began to slowly move his rod inside her.

For 30 minutes he had fucked her, moving his cock all the way out... then back into her depths. At first, it was tantalizingly slow... so slow, Doreen begged him to go faster, but he made her wait. Her passion mounted to a fever pitch when the speed of his strokes increased. Toward the end, her legs were up high and locked around his waist. The mattress was soaked with her secretions. The squishing sounds of his cock as he pumped in and out of her throbbing vagina filled the room. She had climaxed again and again until she was begging him to fill her with his load. Tom kissed her hard and held the kiss as he ejaculated thick jets of semen into the depths of her pussy. The intense contractions of his cock inside her made her cum again. When it was over, neither of them could move. All they could do was lie there, panting, their organs still coupled.

When Tom had regained his breath, he whispered in Doreen's ear, "Will you marry me?"

Doreen squeezed her legs tightly around him and pulled him into the bottom of her vagina. Then, she whispered into his ear: "Yes." They kissed again, and when the kiss ended, she said, "Now, I need for you to fuck me ... fuck me like a hot whore, Stud!"

He did.

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One Year Later:

Tom and Doreen were married several weeks after Doreen had accepted Tom's proposal. With Tom's excellent income augmented by Doreen's, the couple had no financial problems and were able to immediately purchase a beautiful home in an upscale neighborhood. The newly wedded couple decided that it would be best to wait several years before starting a family. This would give them time to enjoy each other, to learn how to make the marriage work best, and to become established in their jobs and choice of location.

Sex between them was frequent and intense. Tom was constantly amazed at his wife's sensuous eroticism. There was nothing she wouldn't try, and if he couldn't come up with something new, she would. He often marveled about how totally wrong Lewis Cains had been when he characterized Doreen as not being that interested in sex. It was all he could manage to keep up with her.

By the end of the first year of their marriage, the intensity and frequency of sex had, not surprisingly, begun to decrease. Although most couples experience this, it bothered Doreen. After a month of intense courtship and a year of marriage, Doreen had been surprised to realize how much she enjoyed the intensely erotic sex she and Tom enjoyed. It had been her idea to introduce bondage and role playing into their sex. At the time, Tom was hesitant, but Doreen had been insistent. Later, he came to enjoy it as much as she did. For the past two months, Doreen had been dressing in more and more erotic clothing, and to her delight, it had served to heighten the sexual intensity of their couplings.

It was a Saturday and Tom was out on the golf course, as usual, so that Doreen had time on her hands. To take advantage of the warm, sunny, and beautiful day, she decided to read and sun herself beside their pool. Since she wasn't going to get much sun in her tight jeans, she went to the master bedroom, stripped down to her bikini panties, and put on a pair of black short-shorts. Deciding to omit a bra, she put on a light blue tank top. At first, she slipped her feet into a pair of thongs, then changed her mind and opted for a pair of open-toed sandals with wicked three-inch stiletto heels. Ten minutes later, she was enjoying the sun while reclining in a yard chair beside their pool.

Doreen looked hot in the short-shorts, tank top, and heels.

Doreen had been reading for perhaps thirty minutes when she saw the movement of the curtains in the attic window of the Winslow house that occupied the lot next to theirs. Although Tom had had a high privacy fence put around their spacious back yard, the Winslow's attic was sufficient high that anyone behind that window could easily see into their back yard.

Instead of being shocked by the idea that someone was spying on her, Doreen's excitement soared. She even felt wetness in the crotch of her shorts. Mentally, she pictured Jeff Winslow and his wife Kay. They were about 35 or so, ten years older than she and Tom, but still very attractive. She wondered if Jeff was in the attic spying on her.

Pretending to read, Doreen watched the attic window out of the corner of her eye. On impulse, she lowered the shoulder straps of her tank top and pulled it down far enough to expose half of her tits. Putting down her book and leaning back in her chair, she put on a pair of dark sunglasses and pretended to be sunbathing. From behind the shielding glasses, she saw the curtains move apart.

She squirmed around in her chair as if to get comfortable, and, in the process, pulled her top down enough to expose her nipples. Instantly, the curtains moved again. This time, Jeff moved close enough to window that she could see him looking at her through a pair of binoculars. She felt her pussy throb with excitement.

Doreen stood and looked around the back yard as if to be certain that she was alone. Then, she slowly pulled her tank top upward over her head. She tossed the garment on the yard table and stretched with her hands behind her head, her shoulders back, giving Jeff a perfect view of her large tits. Quickly raising her eyes, she could see that he was now holding the binoculars with one hand while the other was stroking his erect cock.

Juices gushed from her vagina. She hadn't been this turned on in months. Reaching behind her back, she unzipped her black shorts and let them fall down her thighs. She stepped out of them, naked save for her heels. She sat back down in the chair. As she did so, she glanced at the attic window and saw that Jeff was now pumping his rod much faster.

Doreen wanted to make Jeff cum. Seductively, she turned in the chair so that her front faced the attic, steepled her knees and took off her heels. Standing up, she turned her back toward the window so he could see her ass and legs from behind. When she spread the blanket on the ground, Doreen made certain to bend over to give him a good view of her slit peeking from between her thighs.

Naked except for her heels, Doreen's position concealed her tits and cunt.

Lowering her body to the blanket, Doreen reclined on her stomach with her legs extended. In this position, she couldn't see the window, but she knew that he was jerking his cock furiously, hoping to see more of her body. She gave him his wish by moving her legs apart so that her back, her butt, her thighs and legs, and her ass and cunt holes were fully exposed.

Doreen spread her legs wide enough to let Jeff see her cunt.

Now wildly excited, Doreen had to do even more. Rising from the blanket, she again bent over, picked it up and took it over beside the edge of the pool. After spreading it out, she sat reclined on her side with her legs teasingly bent concealing every thing she knew that Jeff wanted to see. Through her dark glasses, she could see that he was still at the window, still stroking his cock. But it wasn't as hard as it had been. She smiled knowing that he must have already shot off once and was now working on number two.

Although naked, Doreen concealed what Jeff wanted to see.

Turning onto her back, she cupped her tits and reclined on the blanket. She knew his cock had just gotten harder. Steepling her knees, she held the position for a while before she let them fall open to give Jeff a perfect view of her bare cunt. She saw the man's hand start to move more rapidly up and down his engorged shaft.

On her back, legs open, Doreen exposed her tits and cunt for Jeff's pleasure.

Doreen felt an irresistible urge to show him her open cunt from the back. Turning her body over on the blanket, she lay on her stomach with her legs open as she had done before. After a few moments, she bent her legs and lifted her feet into the air. Determined to make Jeff cum, she reached back and began rubbing oil onto her back. Slowly, her hands descended to her buttocks, which she rubbed and oiled sensuously. Finally, she was holding her buttocks open to expose the gaping hole of her excited vagina. At that moment, Doreen came. At the same moment, Jeff's load spewed out all over the attic curtains.

When Jeff saw Doreen’s cunt from behind, his cock exploded cum all over the curtains.

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That night Doreen and Tom were in bed fucking. He had just entered her and was slowly beginning to thrust in and out of her very receptive, hot cunt when she told him about Jeff spying on her from the attic. Instantly, she felt his hard cock jerk and throb inside her vagina. It felt like it had gotten even bigger and harder.

"Oh fuck, that's hot!" he exclaimed. "How much did you show him?"

"Every thing, Honey. Every thing... my legs, my thighs, my tits, my nipples, my ass, my cunt... every thing!"

"OOOHHH gawd damn!" Tom moaned as he jack hammered his cock to the bottom of Doreen's cunt with hard, driving strokes. They both came within a couple of minutes. Doreen's was still raging hot and fortunately for her, Tom's rod was still semi-hard. A moment later, he began fucking her again, his pistoning cock churning the cum load already in her pussy into a thick white froth that coated their coupled organs.

"What did Jeff do?"

"Unnghh... harder, Baby... Harder. OOOhhhh Yes. Like that!... MMmmmm... he jacked off... twice I think... AAAAHHHH!!"

"OH FUCK! How do you know?"

"I could see him jerking his rod."

"When he shot... what were you showing him when he came?"

"AAAHHH... god... you're hard.... it feels like an steel pole in my cunt... oooouuuuuuuuuu... don't know about the first time... aaaahhhhh... deeper, Stud... harder... I'm gonna cummmmm... he shot off when I spread on my back and showed him my cunt and then turned over and let him see it from the rear... uuuhhgghghhh... I'M CUMMINGG!"

"ME TOO! TAKE IT, YOU HOT SEXY BITCH!"

Later, when their orgasms had ebbed and they were slowly stroking each other's body, Tom asked, "Will you do it again?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Oh god YES! I want to watch you doing it."

"Why don't we start leaving the shades in our bedroom up so he can see. Their bedroom is so close, he won't even need the binoculars," Doreen suggested.

"I bet he uses them anyway," Tom grinned as he pushed his newly hardened cock back into his wife's hot pussy.

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For the next week, Doreen left the shades open in the evening when she was undressing. Tom would stay in the guest bedroom and watch the Winslow's house to see if he could see Jeff spying on Doreen. Four days passed with no sign of Jeff, but on the fifth day, Tom saw the curtains inside the Winslow's darkened bedroom moving aside. He could only discern a shadowy image on the other side since the room was dark, but it was obvious that Jeff had finally discovered the free porn show going on right next door.

Tom picked up his cell phone and dialed their home number. When the phone rang in their bedroom, Doreen quickly answered.

"Well?" she asked.

"He's in his bedroom watching you, Baby. What are you doing right now?"

"I'm sitting on the couch talking to you, Honey. My legs are wide open facing the window. He's getting a great view of my wet panties, Lover."

Doreen kept her legs wide open so Jeff could see her panties.

"He must be. I can see him slowly jerking his cock. And just as I predicted, he's looking at you through some pretty big binoculars."

"Mmmmmmmmm... you have no idea how incredibly hot this is getting me."

"I think I do. Erotic new sex games always drive you wild."

"Yeah, I guess you have figured that out by now, Lover. I've just pulled down my tank top. When I did, it pulled my bra part way down with it. One of my nipples is exposed, and the other one is almost out of the top of the bra."

Doreen looked distilled sex with one nipple exposed.

"And Jeff sees it too!"

"How do you know?"

"Cause he suddenly started stroking his prick faster."

A minute passed before Tom heard his wife speaking again. "I'm throbbing. I can feel my pussy gushing, Baby."

"What are you doing now?"

"I've pulled my bra down now. Both tits are completely exposed. I'm pretending to be scanning a magazine while keeping my legs open and rubbing my tits. Has Jeff shot off yet?"

"Not yet. He's having to stop stroking more and more often. He wants to prolong the fun as much as possible. You'll have to show him more to get him to shoot it, Honey."

"That's not a problem, Lover. I'm going to turn around and take off my skirt for him now."

A minute passes. "Is your skirt off?"

"Not yet. I'm dragging it out. I'm bent way over... sticking my ass out toward him. My skirt is slowly coming down my thighs, Honey."

Jeff's cock throbbed hard when he looked at Doreen's panty-cover ass.

"There! Skirt's off now. He's looking at my ass with just my panties covering it now."

I'm going to turn around and let him see me from the front, Tom. Turning... he's looking at my naked tits and panty-covered pussy now."

Doreen was nearly naked. Only her panties concealed anything.

"Jezz! What did you just do. Jeff moved closer to the window and he really jerking his dick now."

"I've turned around so he can see my ass and I'm pulling my panties down, Lover. He's looking at your wife's sexy ass and probably my cunt now."

"Judging from the way he's whacking his rod, he must be able to see your cunt, Doreen. Take your panties off, Honey."

Doreen lowered her panties completely exposing her ass and cunt.

"They are off. He's looking at your wife's ass, Baby. I'm going to turn around and sit down on the couch again."

"Have you done it yet?"

"Doing it now."

"Oh FUCK! He just had to stop jerking again. What did you just do?"

"Not much. I just leaned back, raised my legs, and opened my thighs. My cunt and ass holes are completely exposed now, Tom. I'm cupping my tits."

Jeff's cock surged and throbbed when Doreen spread wide and exposed her cunt.

"He's adjusting the binoculars now."

"What's that mean?"

"I think he's switched to the highest magnification. He's probably got a great close up of your cunt and ass."

"As soon as he cums, tell me. I'm gonna turn out the light and close the blinds. Then I want you in here! And in me... in my cunt. I'm so hot, I know I'll cum as soon as you stick it into me."

When Jeff saw her cunt under high magnification, his huge load exploded.

"His hand is really jerking it now. He's gonna shoot, Baby. Just a second... jacking faster... arching his back... HERE IT CUMS! Jezzz! What a load! He shot out 4 or 5 huge streams, Honey. He's done."

A moment later: "Ok. The lights are out... the blinds are closed. Get in here. I NEED TO BE FUCKED... RIGHT NOW!"

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Doreen and Tom continued to put on porno/strip shows for Jeff once or twice a week for several weeks until the novelty and excitement of doing it began to wane. This didn't bother Tom nearly as much as it Doreen who found herself craving the intense eroticism of what they had been doing.

One night after dinner, Doreen expressed her concerns to Tom. "I really miss the excitement we had teasing Jeff... getting him so hot that he creamed the curtains in his attic and bedroom. Don't you sort of miss that?" Doreen asked, hoping that her husband shared her feelings.

"Sure. It was really hot. The best part was the incredible sex sessions we had afterwards. Would you like to start teasing Jeff more often?"

"No. Not really. That's sort of worn thin. He's seen every part of me that I have to show him. We need consider some other ways to add spice to our sex."

"Ok. Jeff's seen every part of you, but there are a nearly unlimited number of guys that haven't. We could go to a club and you could flash and tease the men there. They would change constantly so it would take quite awhile before that got dull. What do you think?"

"MMMmmmmmmmm... you are one sexy man. That's very hot. How would you feel about my doing that when you're around?"

"I'm sure I'd be hard all the time. We could do either one of two ways or both. We could go together and I pretend I have no idea that you're coming onto other men, or we could go to the club separately. I sit at a nearby table and watch."

"What do I do if one of the men I'm teasing decides he wants more than just looking. What if he comes over and asks me to dance and then has his hands all over me on the dance floor? How do we handle that?"

Doreen's question caused Tom some concern. "I'm not sure. I don't want you to have sex with them, that's for sure! You're my wife. Teasing and flirting is erotic, but I don't think I could handle your having sex with them."

"Fair enough," Doreen replied. "How far do you think I should go? When would it cease to be hot and sexy for you and become stressful and humiliating? Neither of us want that."

"I'm not sure. How far would you want to go?"

"Well... teasing, flirting, flashing for certain. Maybe dancing with the guy if he asks me. Letting him feel my ass and probably my tits. Would that be Ok with you?"

"Yeah. That would be hot, but how would you get him to stop there?"

"That wouldn't be a problem. I just tell the guy up front that I'm married and teasing with a little fooling around is as far as I go. We'll be in a public place so they can't very well rape me or anything like that."

"All right. We can pick a club this weekend and try it out."

"Could I go any further than letting the guy feel my ass and tits?" Doreen asked.

"What else do you have in mind?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe, feeling the guy's cock. Letting him feel me under my skirt or inside my blouse. Perhaps a blowjob out in the parking lot? Could you handle that?"

"Yeah. That won't be a problem."

"MMMmmmm... Good! I'm already getting wet just thinking about how hot it's going to get you and how wild our sex is going to be. Now, I do have something that I have to tell you."

"What is it?

"When you were playing golf last Saturday afternoon, Jeff came over for a visit."

"Really? What did he want?"

"He wanted to tell me how much he enjoyed watching me strip. He said he couldn't remember ever being that hard before. I got wet when he told me that in detail. He also asked me if I would have sex with him."

"Randy bastard," Tom said.

"Well, you can hardly blame him the way I teased him. You would have asked me too if I had been teasing you that way."

"That's true. So, what did you tell him?"

"I said 'No', that I don't screw other men. I just enjoy hot flirting and flashing. He was really disappointed... I mean, he was crushed. He's dying to fuck me, Tom."

"I'm sure. I would be too. So, what else happened? Did you let him?"

"No, of course not! After I refused sex, he asked if we could play around and just have oral sex. I told him I'd think about it and let him know."

"So? Have you decided? Do I get a say in this?"

"Of course you do. I'm not doing anything that makes you unhappy. But you just said you'd be OK if I gave a guy a blowjob out in the parking lot. So, can I call Jeff back and tell him 'yes' to oral sex?"

"Can I watch?"

"I don't think he could do it if you were in the room. We need to do it just like we did when I was stripping for him. You watched, but he didn't know you were watching. You could hide in the house and watch us."

Tom's cock immediately got hard as iron thinking about it. "Yeah... call him back and say 'yes' to oral sex. When would you do it?"

"How about tomorrow night? I'll tell Jeff that you're on one of your frequent consulting trips until the weekend. I'll tell him that I don't want to have oral sex with him in my bedroom and we'll do it here in the den... on this couch. You can hide on the upstairs landing and have a perfect view."

"Damn! Come on! Let's go to bed and fuck. I'm hard just thinking about this. Are you wet?"

"Drenched, Baby. Come on!"

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Doreen called Jeff the next afternoon while he was at work.

"Hello, this is Jeff Winslow speaking."

"Hi, Jeff. It's the hot pussy lady from next door. Can you talk?"

Wildly excited, Jeff exclaimed, "Oh god, Yes! Just let me shut my office door." A moment later, he was back on the line. "Ok. It's shut. Have you got an answer for me?"

"I have, and it's 'Yes'.

"Oh YEAH! When? I'm already hard."

"Tonight if you can make it. Tom had to go out of town on one of he consulting trips and I'll be alone. Can you make some excuse to get away from Kay?"

"I'll have a friend call me at home and let Kay answer. He'll tell her we have an emergency and ask if I'm home. She won't suspect a thing. What time?"

"How about 8 PM? Now, remember! It's playing around and mutual oral sex. No fucking. Ok?"

"I'll be there at 8 PM."

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When Doreen answered the door at 7:55 PM, she was wearing a dress with a leopard pattern that just barely covered her ass, a pair of matching panties, and platform slippers. Jeff was already hard when he rang the doorbell, but upon seeing the obscene dress Doreen was wearing, he got even harder. As soon as he was inside the door, he pulled Doreen into his arms and kissed her passionately, his tongue moving inside her mouth during the kiss.

"Easy, Jeff, easy. I'm not going anywhere. We have hours to enjoy this. I don't want to do in my bed... that seems just too mean to Tom. Let's use the couch here in the den, Ok? Just remember... no actual fucking."

"Anyplace will do, Doreen. You look stunning!"

"I think 'whorish' would be a more appropriate term, don't you?"

"I don't think so. You're more beautiful than any whore I've ever seen. And I'm going to be honest with you... I've agreed to your no fucking rule, but I'm going to be doing every thing I can think of to change your mind."

"Fair enough. What me to strip, Honey?"

"No. I've seen you do that quite a few times now. I want to undress you."

Doreen knelt on the couch facing away from Jeff. She looked seductively over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "I'm waiting, Stud. Come get me, Honey."

Jeff moved behind Tom's wife, slipped his hands around her and cupped her big tits. She turned her head and they spent the next ten minutes with their mouths fused together, tongues exploring, while Jeff's fingers worked on Doreen's hard nipples.

"Oh yes! Play with my tits, Jeff."

When they finally broke their kiss and came up for air, Doreen was panting. "My god! Jeff. Why didn't you tell me you could kiss a woman like that? You could have had me like this months ago."

"MMmmmmmmmm... You really know how to turn a woman on."

"Turn around, Doreen. I'm going to take out your tits and suck your nipples until your pussy explodes."

"Oooohhh yessssssss...," Doreen moaned as she turned to face her lover. With one swift movement, Jeff had the top of her dress pulled down. Both of her 36D tits thrust out toward his face where his mouth captured on her hard nipples.

"Do you like my big tits, Lover?"

His mouth suctioned the hard bud inside his mouth. His teeth nipped her causing a groan of pleasure/pain to erupt from her mouth. As her left nipple was sucked and licked, its breast was squeezed and caressed by one of Jeff's hands while the second hand worked steadily on her right tit and its hard nipple.

He sucked her nipples hard... causing them to become engorged with blood until Doreen felt like they were going to burst. They both became ultra sensitive to the point that each time Jeff sucked hard, her cunt would contract and throb. He now had his hands wrapped both of her globes, squeezing and kneading them while his mouth licked, bit, and sucked her bursting nipples.

Doreen's hips began to hunch as Jeff worked her nipples. After 15 minutes of steady sucking, stroking, licking, squeezing, and milking of her tits and nipples, she was moaning. "Oh god! Oh god! Can't believe this... aaahhhhhhhh... oohhh shit... you're gonna make me cummmmmmm!"

Her moans caused Jeff to increase the intensity of his sucking and kneading of her tits. Then it happened:

"AH! AH! AH! AH! UUNNGGHHHH.... UUNNNNNNNNNNNNN... I'M CUMMING!! SUCK MY TITS YOU HOT BASTARD!!"

Up on the landing, Tom was jacking off furiously. When he heard his wife cumming from nothing more than just tit play, his cock exploded his first load. His chest, the wall and floor, and his hand were drenched with semen before his orgasm ebbed.

Jeff pushed Tom's wife onto her back and quickly stripped off her panties. For a moment, she thought he was going to mount her and fuck her despite their agreement. The way she was throbbing, she didn't think she would have stopped him.

"Your turn, Doreen. Get my cock out and suck me.!

Tom's wife rapidly scrambled onto her hands and knees, unzipped Jeff's pants and extracted his iron-hard, uncut, 6 and a half inch of cock. It was throbbing wildly in her hand, like a captured snake. Lowering her mouth, she engulfed the snake and swallowed it whole.

"AAAHH... Yeah! Suck my big cock, Honey. Suck it!"

Jeff had never had a woman deep throat his cock on the first thrust. The exquisite feeling of Doreen's lips kissing his groin as his cock throbbed inside her mouth and throat almost drove him over the edge, but he wasn't a teenager, and somehow, he managed to gain control before he ejaculated like a schoolboy.

Doreen held his balls and sucked his cock just like he had sucked her nipples... hard... her tongue making frequent trips up and down the entire length of the throbbing male shaft. Jeff's hips began to thrust, just as hers had when he had pleasured her tits. His thrusts drove the cock in and out of her mouth like it were a cunt he was fucking. Each thrust dove the head almost two inches down her throat.

Jeff stripped off his shirt and then rose to remove his pants. When he stood up, Doreen stayed right on his cock... sucking him all the way every time her lips made the journey down the thick shaft.

"Fuck my mouth, Jeff. Hard. Give it to me!"

Finally, Jeff managed to get his clothes off. "Kneel in front of me, Honey. Suck me like a hot slave!" Getting on her knees in front of her lover, she held the base of his cock while her lips worked up and down the rest of the shaft and the throbbing head. "No hands! Mouth suck only, Baby."

Doreen put her hands behind her back and continued to pleasure the thick phallus with her lips, her tongue, and her mouth hole. He held her head and thrust himself in and out of her hot wet hole as she kept her lips squeezed tightly around the surging male shaft.

Jeff fucked her mouth like it were a hot cunt hole.

"I'm gonna cum, Doreen. Get on your back. Hurry! I'm almost there."

Doreen climbed onto the couch, got on her back, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Jeff held her head in place with his left hand while his right jerked his throbbing shaft. When he felt the load surging through his cock, he aimed the cock right at her wide open mouth hole and began to pump load after load of thick, white cum into Doreen's mouth.

"Take it, Baby. Take my hot load. Swallow all of it. Don't lose a drop."

After the sixth gush was inside her mouth, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Then, she carefully licked up all the cum that had splashed on her face. After that, she used her lips and mouth to clean Jeff's organ.

"Your turn now, Doreen. Spread you legs, Honey. I'm going to eat that hot cunt."

Doreen opened her legs and watched as Jeff lowered his head between her gaping thighs until his mouth covered her cunt. She howled with passion when she felt the wet spear of his tongue separate the lips of her pussy and swipe up its entire length until it arrived at her swollen clitoris. She squealed loudly when she felt her sensitive clit being sucked into Jeff's mouth where he tortured it with his tongue sliding up and down its throbbing, pulsing shaft.

"Ooohhhh god... I'm gonna cum! Suck Me!"

Tom was about to cum a second time when he heard his wife scream, "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.... OOOOHHH FUCK... THAT'S SOOO DAMN GOOD! LICK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Jeff proved to be a master cunt licker. Keeping his tongue continuously moving over her engorged clitoris while his fingers caressed and probed her throbbing vagina, Doreen grabbed her tits, squeezed her nipples hard and then began to twist them. In five minutes, her ass was pounding up and down on the couch. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she chanted over and over and over as she surged higher and higher toward orgasm.

Just before Doreen reached her orgasm, Jeff pulled away from her convulsing pussy. "NNNOooooooooooooo... don't stop... Please... Don't stop! I'm almost there!"

"Can I fuck you?" Jeff asked.

"No... we agreed," she wailed, her hips thrashing and hunching.

"No, we didn't agree not to fuck. We agreed that I wouldn't do it unless you changed your mind and I warned you that I was going to try to change your mind. Can I fuck you?"

Doreen's hips flailed the air. Her ass was a foot off the couch, rotating in the air... begging... trying to get her lover's mouth back on her pulsing cunt. "Please! OH PLEASE! FINISH ME! PLEASE!" she begged and wailed.

Pressing his mouth to her throbbing sex hole, Jeff pushed his tongue between the gaping lips of her cunt, swiped upward in her sex trench causing howls of ecstasy to erupt from her lungs. When the tongue reached her clit and began to suck and lick in sensuous strokes up and down its entire length and then over its sensitive head, Doreen squirted all over Jeff's face and the couch. Her climatic shriek of female pleasure could be heard outside on the lawn."

Jeff moved up over Doreen's trembling body, his knees on either side of her body. Lowering his body on hers, he pushed his iron-hard cock between her huge tits. "Hold your tits around my cock, Doreen. I'm going to tit fuck you."

Although still in the throes of her own orgasm, she still managed to press her tits about her lover's cock and keep them pressed hard against his rod as he slammed his cock back and forth between her large globes. In less than five minutes, his load gushed out creamed her tits and one gush shooting into Doreen's open mouth.

Jeff second load creamed both of Doreen's tits.

Up in the loft, Tom's cock pumped out its third load at the same time as Jeff creamed his wife's big tits.

Doreen and Jeff rested for about 30 minutes or so. Doreen had started to put her dress on, but Jeff stopped her. "Leave that off. We're not finished yet."

"MMMmmmmmmmm... I love that," Tom's wife cooed. "How many times can you do it? You've already cum twice."

"With you, at least once or twice more. I just need a short break."

The two lovers enjoyed a glass of wine while Jeff continuously talked about how hot he had gotten watching Doreen strip and exhibit her body to him. His comments were very descriptive, even including how he loved the close-up of her open cunt through his binoculars and awesomely hard she had gotten him. The more he talked, the hotter Doreen became. Finally, her excitement reached the point where her hand was moving between her thighs openly masturbating in front of Jeff.

"God! That's hot watching you rubbing yourself. Come on, Honey. Squat in front of me... sit on your heels and rub that hot cunt while you stroke my thick cock."

Tom's cock throbbed when he watched his wife masturbating in front of Jeff.

Jeff's words enflamed her still more. A moment later, Tom was staring directly between his wife's wide open thighs as she sat on her heels and finger fucked her cunt and rubbed her clit with one hand while jerking Jeff off with the other. She rubbed herself faster and faster and getting close to cumming when Jeff pushed her onto her back and once more moved between her thighs and began to pleasure her with his tongue and mouth.

"Oh god! Oh god! FINISH MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Ten minutes later, Doreen's ass was jack hammering up and down, her hands squeezing her big tits, as she babbled and grunted the way a woman always does when she's about to cum. Jeff stopped.

"AAAHHH NO! NO! NO! DON'T STOP YOU BASTARD! I FINISHED YOU... FINISH MEEE! I'M ALMOST THERE. PLEASE!"

"I'll finish you with my cock up your cunt... no other way. If you want to cum, jack your legs back, spread wide open, and tell me to fuck you."

"No..no... please... do me... finish me... FINISH MEEEE!"

"Legs up!" Jeff ordered.

Doreen's hips pumped up and down in a futile effort to cum. "AAHHH... AAAHHHH... just a little more... PLEASE!"

"Last chance, Doreen. LEGS UP! SPREAD! DO IT!"

Tom's wife was helpless. Her legs flew up into the air and spread wide open. Her hands grabbed her claves and pulled them back elevating her cunt into perfect fucking position. "Hurry! FUCK ME! FINISH ME!"

"You Bastard! Fuck me! Make me cum!"

Jeff mounted her and drove his rigid cock spike deep inside the convulsing woman's wide open, waiting fuck hole. She howled in orgasm as the thick rod stretched her open and slugged into the bottom of her cunt hole. She came again as soon as he began fucking her. His hands thrust beneath her ass to hold her in position to receive cock, which he hammered in and out of her in one hard thrust after another... each one making the moaning, gasping woman grunt in female satisfaction. Neither could last. Jeff's load poured into her depths of her cunt in one huge gush after another as her pussy erupted in another throbbing orgasm around the driving male spear so deeply embedded inside her married cunt.

Thirty minutes later, Jeff had dressed and returned home since he knew Kay would be expecting him. As soon as he was out the door, Tom ran down the stairs, three at a time, to the den. His wife was waiting for him on the same couch on which she had just been fucked. She was naked; her tits shining with Jeff's just deposited semen, while another big load was seeping from her cunt. She was slowly masturbating her clit with her legs wide open when Tom entered.

"Come fuck your hot whore, Darling. I need more cock!"

"Do you want to divorce your whore wife, Darling... Or would you rather fuck the shit out of her? I hope its the latter... I want your big cock in my cunt!"

She got it.

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Later that evening in bed, Tom hugged his wife and asked, "Why did you decide to let him fuck you, Doreen. We agreed not to go that far?"

"I know, but you were watching, you know how hot he got me. I just couldn't resist any longer. All I could think about was sex. Besides, you were right there. You could have stopped it at any time. All you had to do was walk into the room, and Jeff's hard-on would have wilted, and it would have been over. Why didn't you""

"I guess for the same reason you didn't stop. All I could think about was sex and how hot it would be to see you being fucked."

"Are you mad," Doreen asked.

"No. Not really. Are you?"

"No... not at all. I loved it! And the fact that I knew you were watching made in unbelievably hot. Jeff thinks he's the one who made me cum that hard... but actually, it was you."

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Saturday Night at the Club:

According to plan, Doreen and I went to a popular nightclub Saturday night. She went in first and I followed soon thereafter. I immediately saw Doreen at the bar by herself. There was an empty table close to the dance floor, which seemed to be a very convenient place to sit to watch the unfolding events of the evening.

Doreen hadn't been at the bar more than ten minutes before a man approached. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but obviously my wife liked what she saw. A moment later, he took the seat beside her and ordered more drinks. They chatted for quite a while, and as they chatted, the distance between steadily decreased until their legs were touching below the bar level. From time to time, I saw my wife smile seductively at the guy. The second time this happened, his hand moved to Doreen's knee. She raised no objection.

I was beginning to think that the man with her didn't know how to dance or had no interest in doing so. This notion was dispelled when I saw him rise, take my wife's arm, and lead her to the dance floor.

Sitting as close as I was, I had no problem following Doreen and the dark-haired guy as they moved about the dance floor. At first, she kept a respectable distance between their bodies. But the longer they danced, the closer he pulled my wife, and she was obviously making no effort to discourage him. By the second song, Doreen's head was resting on the guy's chest and his hands had moved down below her waist to come to rest on her buttocks. When his hands began go knead the cheeks of her ass, I expected she might stop him, but instead her response was to grind her hips against his hands.

When the song ended, he led my wife over to the juke box to have her select the next song. As she studied the available selections, he said something to her. Doreen turned, smiled at him, and as she made the selection, she pulled her dress up in the back to expose her ass, her thong doing nothing to cover her ass.

"Is this what you wanted me to do, Honey?"

When the next number began, my wife and the guy were almost stationary on the floor. Their feet were hardly moving. What was moving was the man's hands and my wife's hips. His hands were alternately caressing her back and stroking her ass. As the hand moved over the cheeks of her ass, she pressed herself against his body and sensuously moved her mound over his large bulge. Encouraged by her actions, I saw the hand that had been stroking Doreen's back move up to the side of her breast where it gently rubbed over its thrusting surface. Doreen pulled back a little to allow the guy's hand to slide over the top of her tit.

Once he had his hand on my wife's tit, I knew it wouldn't take him long to expose it. She wasn't wearing a bra and the V-neck of her dress already exposed a lot of her tits. One simple pull, and he would have my wife's tits out. He moved them into a darker area of the dance floor, and a moment later Doreen's tit was sticking obscenely out of her dress. .

Tom felt like he might cum in his pants when he saw his wife's tit exposed.

As he worked her hard nipple, her eyes closed, but again, she gave no indication of objecting. I could almost hear the man thinking... "If the hot slut wasn't going to object to having one of tits exposed, why not take them both out?"... Before the song ended, he had done exactly that. For the rest of that number, they danced with both of my wife's tits sticking out of her dress.

"Several men saw Doreen's double D tits sticking out of her dress.

Just before the song ended, Doreen tilted her head back and the next moment their lips met in a passionate kiss. As their lips moved sensuously together, the man's hands continued to stroke Doreen's ass and both of her naked breasts while she ground her mound into her erection.

When the song ended, the guy said something to my wife. She smiled, replaced her tits inside here dress, and they walked, hand-in-hand, to an empty booth at the side of the room. This was far enough away that I had to move to a different position to see what was happening. When I was finally in a position where I could observe them, I saw that Doreen was so close to the guy that she was practically sitting on his lap. I also saw that he had one of his hands under the table top, and from the way my wife's body was squirming, it obvious that the hidden hand was caressing her legs.

While the hand on Doreen's legs was hidden, the hand working on my wife's tits was not. It only took a moment before he again had one of the breasts out of her dress. As he pulled and twisted the nipple, an expression of hot excitement flashed over Doreen's face.

Doreen's was panting with excitement sitting in the club with her breast sticking out.

Again, I changed my position so that I was slightly further away and facing my wife. The new position allowed me to see that his hand was on her leg slightly above her knee. It was moving in small circles with Doreen making no effort to stop him. As I expected, his hand gradually moved higher up her leg taking her skirt with it until it reached her upper thigh. Looking at my wife's face, I saw with some shock that her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her tongue was flicking rapidly across her top lip.

By this time, the man's hand had inched upward until it was almost touching my wife's panties. His hand caressed first one thigh and then the other, always staying very close to her panties. Doreen seemed unable to keep her ass still. Again, I saw him lean over and whisper into Doreen's ear. She smiled and shook her head.

He let five minutes or so pass while his hand continued to play with her thighs and tits. It didn't take long to get both of her breasts out of her dress. Doreen again raised no objection and made no effort to replace her breasts inside her dress. Once again he whispered in her ear, and this time I saw my wife's legs part to give him more access. Immediately, his hand moved the last two inches to her crotch and then slid sideways so that it was directly over Doreen's pussy. My wife's mouth opened wide and although I couldn't hear, I knew she had just emitted a deep groan as the hand began sliding up and down her panties right over her slit.

"In the dim light of the club, I could see both of my wife's naked tits as I watched her spread her legs.

As I continued to watch, my cock now hard as stone, I saw my wife's legs spread even wider to allow his entire hand space to cover the crotch of her panties. As he worked his fingers up and down her slit, her panties became wetter and wetter until they were soaked. At this point, he pressed harder forcing the thin panties to slide between the lips of her pussy. He continued to work until he had the entire crotch band buried between her engorged labia.

Doreen was now openly panting at the table. With the panty crotch buried between her lips, his fingers were now caressing the bare outer lips of her pussy. Doreen's ass squirmed on the seat, but she made no move to stop the action.

The man's next move was obvious. In fact, he had waited longer to make it than I had expected. I watched as he slipped a finger under her panties. The garment bulged outward as the finger moved downward to her slit. My wife's hips lifted off the seat when it entered her wet hole. I could see the bulge in her panties getting bigger and then smaller as he moved his finger in and out, finger fucking her cunt. A moment later, his entire hand was under the panties and she was being finger fucked by at least two, probably three, fingers.

The bulge moved upward. Suddenly, my wife's ass began to hunch up and down as he worked her throbbing clitoris at the same time as he finger fucked her even faster. It was obvious that my wife was hovering on the edge of an orgasm. At this point, he slowed his motions, and I could see that bulge at the top of her slit moved away. He was deliberately keeping my wife right on the brink of cumming without letting her cum. The entire scene reminded me of the way Jeff had gotten his cock into my wife's cunt.

He whispered something in her ear. When she shook her head negatively, his finger moved back to her clitoris where it very quickly excited her back to the edge of an orgasm. He whispered in her ear again. This time, I saw my wife nod. She lifted her ass off the seat, the guy pulled his hand out of her panties, and she slid them down her thighs and over her heels. When her panties were off, she gave them to the guy who put the souvenir in his pocket.

Tom couldn't believe his wife's cunt was exposed right there in the club.

With her panties gone, he now had easy access to her cunt. Moments later, I saw three of his fingers pumping in and out of my wife's stretched vagina while his thumb worked her throbbing clitoris.

Doreen spread her legs wide open allowing anyone to see her naked cunt.

Again, the man whispered something in my wife's ear. This time, she looked over in my direction, obviously unsure as to what to do. I motioned for her to tell the man she had to go to the ladies room. She pointed to her purse, obviously asking him to watch it for her. Thus assured that she would return, he nodded and Doreen slid out of the booth.

As soon as she was out of the line of sight from the booth, I pulled her into an empty booth in the area. "What are you doing? Who is he?" I asked. "He's practically fucking you right there in the booth."

"I know. He keeps working me right to the edge of an orgasm and then stopping. I'm so hot... I can't stop throbbing. He wants me to go to a motel to fuck. He's just a guy who picked me up. His first name is Cory."

"I don't want you to let him fuck you, Doreen."

"I know you don't. I told him that I was meeting my husband here in 15 minutes and that didn't have time."

"And?"

"He gave up on the idea of motel. Now Cory wants to take me out to his SUV and fuck me in the back seat."

"You want him to fuck you, don't you? Are you going to do it?" I asked.

"Not if you're going to hurt and furious. Is this really so much different than Jeff the other day?"

"I was watching then. I felt like I was part of it. Now, I'll just be waiting here while he screws you."

"You could follow us and watch through the car window while he fucks me."

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As soon as Doreen returned to the table, Cory wasted no time in hustling her out of the club to the parking lot. Since he had only a short time to enjoy my wife, I knew he would screw her right there in the parking lot rather than drive some other place and waste time.

I didn't wait to be certain I wouldn't be seen. There were so many cars in the lot, I knew it would be difficult for me to find Cory's car unless I followed them closely. I gave them a 5 second head start and then when out the same door.

When I was outside, I didn't see them ahead of me. They didn't have enough of a lead for them to already be out of sight in that direction, so they must have turned either left or right. I glanced in both directions and was just in time to see them rounding the corner to my right. I hurried after them.

As soon as I reached the corner, I could see them near the rear of the parking lot. There was a large, black SUV parked there and as soon as they reached it, Cory unlocked the back door. Doreen climbed into the back seat and Cory followed, shutting the door behind him.

Now I could afford the luxury of waiting until Cory was occupied with my wife and wouldn't see me. Doreen probably would, but that was even better. It would make the experience even hotter for her.

I waited maybe four minutes or so and then carefully approached the SUV. Fortunately, the windows were not tinted and there was ample lighting from the large mercury lights in the lot to illuminate the inside of the car.

I heard my wife before I saw either one of them. "OOOhhhh Shit! Don't stop, Cory Baby. Lick my hot married pussy, Lover. OH OOHH... Gonna Cummmm!" I or anyone else walking by could have heard my wife cries as her orgasm exploded. I wasn't surprised given the length of time Cory had been working on her tits, legs, cunt, and clitoris.

When I looked through the rear window, I saw they guy's head socked into the socket of my wife's gaping thighs. Cory already had her naked, which wasn't surprising since all he had to do was pull off her dress. One of her legs was up in the rear window, the other splayed out toward the front seat. Cory was taking his time. He really didn't care if her husband arrived and had to wait. He intended to enjoy this married slut.

"Oh God... Don't stop... Please don't stop. I'm gonna cum!!"

His tongue continued to swab up and down the length of my wife's throbbing slit. I knew when he reached her clit from her shrill shriek of hot pleasure. I could also tell from the way she thrust her hips high in the air and held them there while he sucked her engorged clit. "OOOOHHHH Don't Stop, Baby. Make me cum again. I'm almost there. Harder, you hot Fucker. Lick me harder. UUNNGGG!!"

Then less than minute later, I heard, "AAAHHHHHHHHHHhh.... FUCKKKKKK... CUMMINGG... I'M CUMMINGGG...MMMMMMMM..." Her climax lasted 30 seconds or so. As soon as it ebbed, Doreen howled, "NOW, STUD! NOW! GET ON ME! GET IN ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG PRICK, BABY. FUCK MY HOT MARRIED PUSSY!"

Cory flipped my wife over onto all fours and pulled her ass high in the air. Her head was resting on the car seat as he mounted her, aligned his 7-inch dick with her cunthole, and drove five inches of its length into her hot, waiting hole.

"UUnnnggghhhhh....yes...like that... LIKE THAT! FUCK MEEEEE!" Doreen grunted in female heat.

Oh Yes! Stick that big cock in me, Stud. Fuck my married cunt, Lover!"

The guy slammed his meat all the way into her cunt on the second stroke and then began to screw my wife with hard, rapid, forceful thrusts that hammered his cockhead into the bottom of her throbbing vagina. She came again from the intense fucking he was giving her. The wild contractions of her cunt triggered his orgasm. He held my wife's ass steady, buried his rod all the way inside her fuck hole, and then hammered short jabs into her as his cum pumped into pussy.

"MMMmmm... That was good, Baby. You really made my pussy explode. I've got to get back inside. My husband will here soon."

"Not yet, Doreen. I want to fuck you again. You can tell hubby that you had to use the ladies room and that you're sorry you made him wait... or for that matter, tell him there was a hot stud who wouldn't let you go until he had fucked you again. Whatever. Turn over onto your back, Honey."

It was obvious to my wife that there was no way she was going to be permitted to get out of the car until he had fucked her again. So, she turned onto her back as ordered and opened her thighs wide. I could see the thick load of cum seeping out of her stretched, swollen pussy.

"I need for you suck me hard again, Baby." With that comment, Cory straddled my wife's chest and shoved his semi-hard rod into her mouth. As he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth, he squeezed her tit. I could see her cheeks hollowing every time he pushed the cock into her mouth. Her hips were beginning to hunch in fuck motions. When he saw her humping, he reached back and finger fucked her cum-filled cunt while she sucked him.

"Oh Baby... Can you ever suck cock. Get me hard. Gonna fuck you again."

It took about five minutes before he was hard enough to screw my wife a second time. Hooking her legs over his arms, he pushed them up and back, spreading her wide open for his newly hardened fuck stick. Doreen wrapped her hand around him and guided the big head into her opening. As he pushed into her, she grunted the way women always do when a cock stretches their pussies open and enters.

"AAAHHHH.... My husband would kill me if he knew you were fucking me like this!"

Once he had it in her, the hot sensation of her velvet cunt sliding up and down his shaft quickly hardened his rod into a rigid steel shaft. "Take it you hot Bitch," he growled as he fucked my wife.

"Give it to me, you sick bastard... seducing and fucking a married woman."

"Squeeze my cock, Slut. Clamp that hot fuck tube around my prick, Baby, while I screw you."

"AAAHHH... like that? You like the way my cunt feels on your cock, Big Boy? Do you like fucking me? Then give it to me. Fuck the shit out of me!"

Cory slammed his meat in and out of my wife's convulsing vagina as she moaned that she was cumming. I saw his finger thrust into her ass just before he unloaded in her cunt a second time.

Doreen waited until Cory dismounted and then scrambled to get back into her dress. "Can I get your phone number, Honey. I'd love to see you and fuck you again."

"Give me yours. If I can get away from hubby, I'll give you a call. We can do it in a bed next time."

"Shit, Baby. You're already getting me hard again. You're really something."

"Well, you'll have to take care of that hard-on with your hand, Honey. Hubby is waiting."

My wife kissed him and got out of the car. I was waiting for her at the corner of the building. When she kissed me, she whispered. "Having you watch is just incredibly hot. I loved it. Thank you. Can you smell me?"

"Easily. You smell like hot cunt mixed with male cum."

"I should. It's running down both my thighs. Feel."

I did. Both of my wife's legs had streams of semen sliding down their length. "It'll fill up your shoes before we get home, Honey."

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Three Months Later:

The level of sexual intensity in the Currier home had not only returned to honeymoon levels, it had exceeded it. At work, Tom had difficulty thinking about anything other than how hot sex with Doreen had been the previous evening. If he wasn't thinking about the previous evening, he was wondering and fantasizing about what new erotic delights his hot wife had planned the coming evening.

For her part, Doreen was equally, if not more turned on by the sensuous, exotic sex than her husband. During her lunch hour, she often found herself shopping at Victoria Secrets for some new, hot outfit to wear that night for her husband.

A month previously, she had introduced Tom to a hot, new game she had invented that she liked to call "SFF", which was an acronym for "Seek, Find, Fuck". While Tom was at work, she would dress up in some sexy outfit designed to conceal her identity. Usually, her outfit would consist of new clothes that he hadn't seen, a wig that changed her to a brunette or redhead, or perhaps use a rinse, contacts to change her eye color, and so on. She would leave her husband a note telling him at which of two clubs he could find her. The game was for her husband to "seek" her out... "find" her... and then seduce and "fuck" her at the club or in the parking lot. When they played the game, sex was always searingly hot, not only that night but for a week or two afterwards as they teased each other about what had happened.

On two occasions, Tom had been unable to find his wife. Once, it was because her disguise had been just too good. He had searched for almost two hours before giving up and returning home. An hour later, this woman he didn't recognize rang the doorbell. When he answered, she asked him if he was interested in screwing her. She wore her disguise all the time they were in bed fucking.

On the second occasion that Tom was unable to find Doreen, it wasn't his fault. A sexy 24-year old guy had gotten to her before he did, and all the time Tom was examining various women trying to determine which one was his wife, the 24-year old stud was between his wife's thighs examining her cunt and ass with a deep probe. Of course, she had not told him that. Instead, she apologized for going to the wrong club. Tom had given the matter no further thought.

A little more than three months had elapsed since Tom and Doreen had begun playing the porno/strip game with Jeff. It was Friday afternoon, and Tom found himself wondering what to do for dinner. Doreen was in Houston at an accounting meeting for their corporation and wouldn't return until late Sunday. It wasn't often that she had to travel, but it did happen. Her boss, Edwin Logar, needed her assistance to fill in details with which he wasn't familiar. Generally, Logar, his associate director, Perry Kaulen, and Doreen would attend such meetings. He certainly couldn't complain since his position required much more frequent out-of-town consultant trips than Doreen's did.

He was in the process of searching the fridge for something he could fix for dinner without a lot of trouble when the doorbell sounded. Glancing at his wrist watch, Tom saw it was almost 8 PM. He wondered who was calling at this hour. Assuming it was a solicitation of some sort, he was very surprised and delighted to see that instead of a salesman, it was Kay Winslow, Jeff's very attractive blonde wife.

"Hi, Kay. Glad to see you. Doreen's out of town. Want me to take a message for her?"

"No. I don't have a message for Doreen. Actually, I came over to talk to you. Have you got some time, or would later be better?"

"Now is fine. Come on in. I was just in the process of trying to find something to fix for my dinner. Would you like something? Maybe a drink or a beer?"

"A glass of wine, if you have it, would be nice."

"White or red? We have both."

"You choose. Men are better at that than women."

"Well, I'm not so certain about that, but I have a nice semi-sweet Merlot. That Ok?"

"Sure," Kay said as she took a seat in the den. When Tom returned from the kitchen, a glass of wine and a beer in hand, he said, "Why don't we have our drinks out on the deck. It's a really beautiful day." Out on their spacious deck a minute later, Tom handed Kay her wine while he opened a can of beer.

Sitting down, Tom said, "What's on your mind, Kay." As he waited for her response, he noticed for the first time how sexy Jeff's wife looked. He had known for a long time that she was a very attractive, 34-year old blonde, but tonight she was wearing a small, white dress with two straps over the shoulders that showed off her very nice cleavage. In addition, the dress was short enough to reveal a nice expanse of her tanned legs, which she had crossed in a way that exposed a very generous amount of her thigh. The 3-inch white heels made her a very sexy, desirable woman.

"Like what you see?" she said softly with a sexy smile.

"Very much. You're a beautiful woman, Kay. Jeff's a lucky man. And, I'm sorry. I try not to stare at women and make them uncomfortable, but occasionally the testosterone overwhelms my good judgment. Sorry. Hope I didn't offend you before you even told me what's on your mind."

"You didn’t offend me. If I was going to be offended by attracting your masculine attention, I wouldn't have worn this outfit, and I wouldn't be sitting here showing you most of my thigh. Thank you for liking the way I look."

"Well, I do... very much. Thanks for being so honest. What's on your mind?"

"I don't know any really delicate way of putting this, so I'm not even going to try... My husband is fucking your wife."

Tom choked slightly on his beer. After coughing several times, he managed, "How do you know?"

"Women can tell, Tom. But I know men want hard, tangible evidence. First, he hasn't been taking care of my sexual needs for the last couple of months. Second, I know Doreen put on some hot strip shows for Jeff that he watched through his binoculars from our bedroom window. I know because once when she did it, Jeff was working in his shop, and I watched Doreen from the bedroom. She was putting on a really hot, porno strip show.

Tom took a long pull at his beer. "Is that it?" he asked.

"No, there's more. Third, on a couple of occasions, I could smell the aroma of Doreen's cunt in his pubic hair."

"But that might be any woman," Tom protested. "You couldn't tell Doreen's scent from that of some other woman."

"That's right, but who else does Jeff know that well? Fourth, and finally, one afternoon, I got off work early because of an electrical outage. When I was driving home, I stopped at the Holiday Inn to have a drink in the lounge. Jeff's car was in the parking lot. Naturally, I waited to see what was up. He and Doreen came out of the hotel about an hour later. He got in his car, Doreen in hers, and they left. Are you convinced?"

"I guess so. I'm not totally shocked, Kay, because Doreen told me that after she had put on one of these strip shows... she is sort of an exhibitionist as you have probably gathered... Jeff came over when I was out of town. She told me that one thing led to another and they ended up having sex. But I'm sure that it was a one-time thing... or maybe two times since you saw them at the Holiday Inn."

"Well, leaving aside the question of frequency for the moment, tell me, were you angry... furious... when you found out that Jeff had fucked Doreen?"

Tom was at a loss as to how to answer Kay's question. Finally, after a significant pause, he said, "No. Not angry or furious. I was hurt because she was having a wonderful time without me. We had a long talk, and I thought that it was simply a one-time thing... a fling. So, I let it go."

"That's very understanding of you. But let me tell you that Jeff has fucked your wife a lot more than just two times. I don't have an exact count, but it's probably more like one or two dozen times. And he's not the only guy screwing her either."

Tom was shocked. He had had no idea that Jeff had become a regular visitor to Doreen's cunt, and he certainly knew nothing about any other men except Cory that night at the club. He also didn't understand how Kay could know all this. So he asked her.

"What do you think your wife is doing all the time when you're out of town on your consulting trips three times a month or so? I've seen her boss Ed Logar visit several times when you're out of town. I've also seen one of your colleagues... I think his names is Lewis... dropping by to see Doreen."

"And Jeff? Is he doing my wife when I'm out of town?"

"Of course. As well as other times."

"What other times? How can they manage it?"

"It's not that hard. When you're in town, you play golf every Saturday like clockwork. While you're out hammering the ball with your shaft trying to put it in the hole, Jeff is often over here hammering your wife with his shaft trying to put it into her hole... with great success, I might add."

After a protracted silence, Tom finally asked, "So, what's the bottom line? Are you going to divorce Jeff? Are you angry? furious? What do you want from me?"

"Nope... none of those. Like you, I'm not angry or furious, I'm just mad that he's having so much fun while I'm sitting at home with a horny pussy. As to what I want from you... well... what do you think I want?"

As she asked the question, Kay smiled and slowly pulled the top of her dress down sufficiently to expose both of her hard nipples. She was braless. Next, she draped her left leg over the arm of the deck chair while spreading her other leg far to the right. Kay was also without panties. Slowly, sensuously, she moved her hands between her open thighs and spread her labia to fully expose her cunt.

"Please fuck me, Tom. I need it in my cunt."

"Does this answer your question?" she whispered as her tongue slowly licked her lips.

"Damn! But are awesomely beautiful and sexy!" Kay grinned at the complement and opened her legs even wider.

"But I'm not into revenge fucking, Kay. To be honest, I'm not sure I could maintain an erection if that was the reason for sex."

"If I wanted revenge on Jeff, Honey, I would just divorce him, take all his money, his home, our savings and throw him out of the house. I have no interest in revenge. He's a great husband... and he's also really hot in bed. Just ask your wife... she knows! I don't want to hurt Jeff. I love him. I just want an attractive man to scratch the itch between my legs with his big hard probe. Right now, my husband is too busy scratching Doreen's itch to take care of mine. So... would you like to have that job until Jeff starts taking of me properly?"

Tom's rod throbbed in his pants. Staring at the nearly naked woman spread out in front of him had him hard and hot. Kay saw his bulge, nodded toward his crotch, and grinned. "I think he would really like to have the job. Wow! How big is that thing?"

Flustered, Tom replied, "I've never cheated on Doreen before."

"Really? Your wife is getting screwed by who knows how many cocks and you're still the faithful husband. Don't you think that that's sort of one-sided and unfair?"

"Doreen's at a business meeting of the accounting departments for our corporation that won't be over until last Saturday night. She's in Houston with Logar and his chief assistant, Perry Kaulen. Do you think Logar is fucking her?"

"Of course he is! I told you that I've seen him visiting Doreen several times when you're out of town on a consulting trip. Now he has her alone in his hotel for three or four days and you wonder if he's screwing her? Come on, Tom. What kind of a question is that?"

"I agree it looks that way, but you can't really be sure."

Doreen looked at her watch. "Tom, it's almost 10 PM now. After a hard day's work at the conference and early meetings in the morning, Doreen should be in her hotel room getting ready for bed. Call her room."

Tom nodded, checked the hotel phone number in the phone's built-in directory, and dialed. When the front desk answered, he asked to be connected to Doreen Currier's room. The phone in his wife's room rang... rang again... and again. Ten rings later, the operator said, "I'm sorry, Sir. But there's no answer. Would you like to leave a message for Mrs. Currier?"

"No thank you. That won't be necessary."

"No answer, huh?" Kay commented. "I'm not the least surprised. She's in Logar's room or maybe Kaulen's."

"You don't know that," Tom persisted.

"True. Call Doreen's cell phone. Talk casually to her. Listen to the background noises... ask her what's she's doing... where she is."

Tom was having a very difficult time taking his eyes off Kay's exposed cunt and tits. She smiled seductively and whispered, "I love the fact that you can't keep from staring at my pussy and tits, Honey. You can see them anytime you want."

With a shaking hand, Tom dialed his wife's cell phone. After four rings, he heard her voice. "Hi, Darling. Is every thing all right?"

"Sure. No problems. Just a little lonely, and I wanted to certain that you're Ok and that the conference is going well. Is it?"

"I'm fine, Honey. Just sleepy and tired. It was a very long day. Uuummmm..."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing... just yawned."

"Ok. Where are you? What are you doing now? I'm sitting in the den having beer watching reruns on TV... boring... boring... boring."

"I'm sorry, Honey. But now you understand how lonely I get when you're off on a consulting trip. I'm in my hotel room getting ready for bed. Thought I'd read a little until I fall asleep."

"Are you naked?"

Doreen giggled. "Yes, I'm naked. That thought get you hard? ... You'd better...mmmmmm"

"I'd better what? Didn't hear that last."

"It was someone on the TV talking. Just a second. Let me turn it off."

Tom tried but couldn't hear the TV. He did hear, "ssshhhhh".

"Ok. I turned it off. Miss me?"

"Hell yes, I miss you. That's why I'm calling."

"Well, when you're gone, I find that the vibrator I keep in my bedside table helps me relieve my tension. You're welcome to use it if you like."

"Very funny, you sexy, hot Bitch. Just wait until you come home. You'd not going to be able to walk for two days."

"I'll look forward to my punishment, Lover. See you! Big Kiss!" Doreen broke the connection.

Kay was full of questions. "Where did she say she was?"

"In her hotel room."

"She's lying."

"Yes... she's lying," Tom confirmed.

"She's in Logar's room, isn't she?"

"Probably or Kaulen’s. I think he spoke to her."

"Really. What a dunce! What did he say?"

"When I asked Doreen if she was naked, she replied that she was and asked me if that made me hard. I heard someone say, 'You'd better ...' then the voice trailed off. I think the full sentence was, 'You'd better believe it.' I'm pretty sure Logar was hard looking at my naked wife and made the comment."

"Anything else?"

"Doreen suspected I had heard Logar so she told me the TV was on. But I listened and couldn't hear any other sounds coming from the TV. When she said she would turn it off, I heard what I think was her saying 'ssssshhhhh' to Logan to warn him to be quiet."

"My guess is that right at this very moment, Logar is between your wife's legs fucking the shit out of her," Kay said with a knowing expression on her face.

"I'm certain that you're right. When I told my wife I missed her, she suggested that I could do what she does... use her vibrator."

Kay burst into uncontrolled laughter. "Don't think that's gonna do you nearly as much good as it does her."

"No. It won't. But I know what will." Kay stopped laughing. "Get your hot, sexy ass into the bedroom, Kay. I'm going to fuck you until you've had so many orgasms you collapse."

"Oh Hot Damn!" Kay scrambled out the deck chair and walked rapidly to Currier's master bedroom. Looking back over her shoulder, she moaned, "Hurry! Please hurry!"

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By the time Tom reached the bedroom, Kay was already on the bed waiting for him. She had pulled the top of her dress down below both tits and hiked the hem up around her waist. Her left leg was raised and steepled, her heel resting on the bed's surface. Her right leg was lying flat on the bed and extended straight out. The position totally exposed her wet cunt.

"Hurry, Tom. I need it! Please fuck me!"

Tom made short work of his clothes. Kay never took her eyes off his muscular body as he did so. Hot desire surged through her body making her vagina and clit throb with anticipation. When Tom lowered his jockey briefs to allow his turgid, 8-inch sex spear to swing free, Kay gasped. "Oh my god! It's beautiful."

Kay quickly crawled out of the bed and knelt in front of Tom holding his throbbing organ. "Oooo My! It's just huge!" she gasped as her tongue run up and down the length of the iron-hard cock. A small strand of precum dangled from its tip, which Kay quickly licked up and swallowed. She had to stretch her mouth to fit her lips over its big cap. Her hand moved involuntarily to her cunt.

"Rub it," Tom ordered. Lean up against the bed and rub it. I want to see you do it."

"Oohh Yes! You dirty hot Stud. I'm already about to cum!" Stripping off her clothes, she leaned back against the bed, steepled both knees and spread wide open. Her fingers moved to the clit and she began to rub the engorged bud. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHH.... OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!," she moaned as she pleasured herself.

"Oh yes... Watch me doing it, Lover. Watch me make myself cum!"

"Do you want me to make myself cum?"

"Yes! Make that hot hole cum, Kay. While I watch. Do it."

Her eyes closed, her tongue extended and flicked rapidly over her tops lips, her ass raised a foot off the floor and vibrated in the air as her fingers strummed her clitoris rubbing its throbbing tip and jacking her the shaft with a finger on each side, her clitoris trapped between. She was already so hot, it didn't take long.

"I'm about to cum. OOOHHHH FUCK... WATCH MEEEE! AAAHHHHH.... CUMMINGG!" she screeched as her hole exploded, her juices squirting out two feet across the floor. As the orgasm raced through the moaning blonde's body, she shuddered again and again.

"If you want this cock in your cunt, Kay. Get up on the bed in doggy position. I want your hot ass in fucking position."

As she assumed the position, her tits hanging down toward the bed, Tom could her deep moans and labored breathing. He moved closed and studied her cunt hole from a few inches away. It was soaked, the lips swollen... engorged... red..., her hole opened and closed in spasms. He could see the erect clit at the top of her slit pulsing, throbbing, dancing in and out of its protective hood.

"Oh hurry, Honey. Please! Fuck me like a hot Bitch, Baby!"

Moving up to Kay's thrusting ass, Tom aligned his 8-inch cock with the hot, wet opening to her sex hole. He moved forward a bit so that the head touched her entrance.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHh.... YES! Do it to me, Tom! HURRY! STICK THAT HUGE COCK INTO MEEEEEEEE... FUCK ME!"

He began moving it into her... two inches... Kay sighed with hot female pleasure as she felt her hole being stretched open to accommodate her male lover. Two more inches... she grunted...half in pleasure... half in pain from the girth of the organ entering her. Two more inches... "AAAAHHH... Jezz! It's Huge! Is it all in?"

"No. Not yet."

"Oh my god... how much more? How much more cock?"

He fed another inch into her throbbing female sex hole. Jeff's wife shrieked with the intense pleasure of feeling a huge male sex spike exerting pressure on her womb... forcing it to move up and back and make room for the rest of the conquering male shaft. Kay was gasping for breath. "Please... stop. I can't take any more... too big... ooohhhh god... huge... no more!"

"You wanted my cock and you're going to take all of it, Kay. When I fuck... the woman takes all of my cock... understand?"

"Oh yes... yes! I understand... aaahh... have to take all of it... mmmmmmmm.... is it all in yet?"

"One more inch, Kay. Ready?"

"Give it to meeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

Tom forced in the final inch of prick in the squealing woman. Then he held it steady inside her cunt. Kay groaned... grunted... then she came!"

"OOhhhh I'm cumming," she howled in amazement. "Aaahhhhhh... making me cum."

"AAAHHH... too big... Can't take it... AAAHHHHHHH!"

While her pussy was still throbbing in orgasm, Tom began to fuck the wailing female. Slow, deep, hard strokes, each one thudding into the bottom of her hole with masculine authority. And with each stroke, Kay screeched in hot pleasure.

"I'm not wearing a condom, Kay, but I'm going to cum inside your cunt. I hope you're taking the pill, but it doesn't matter... the load goes into your cunt... understand!"

"Yes... yes... oh yes... your load goes into my cunt... god yes! Fuck it into me, Tom. Fill my cunt with cum, Lover!"

Tom began to pump her harder... grunting with hot male pleasure as her wet, hot female flesh slid up and down his sex spike enticing it to shoot into her depths. When his load began spewing into her cunt, he roared... the age old cry of the male planting seed. Kay's cunt spasmed as it was filled with semen. Then she came again.

An hour later, Tom had his newly hardened cock back inside Kay's cunt. This time she was taking him sidesaddle as he held her leg high in the air to fully expose her cunt to his thrusts. She was babbling as the thick cock pumped in and out.

Squishing noises filled the room as Tom's cock plowed in and out of Kay's cunt.

"Oh Tom! I've never, ever been screwed like this. Never! What's the matter with your wife... she must be crazy. Please tell me this isn't just a one-time fuck. I want you in me a lot."

"Jeff doesn't have to worry about taking care of your hot cunt any longer. I intend to keep it full of cum and cock."

Kay shuddered and came.

When Tom was ready to shoot, he whispered, "Kay, I'm going to shoot this load into your wide open mouth. Just keep you mouth wide open while I shoot it into you. Then be certain to swallow every drop."

Tom straddled her chest. She opened her mouth, extended her tongue as far as she could, and waited. The first jet was huge, a thick fire hose stream that hit the back of her mouth and began filling it. Four more gushes followed, Kay taking all of them. When he was finished, she smiled, closed her lips about the final three inches of his cock, cleaned him and swallowed the entire load into her belly.

Tom shoots his load into his slutty neighbor's mouth.

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Tom's Hot Wife:

When Doreen returned Sunday evening from the conference, she said nothing that would indicate that anything sexual had occurred. Her description of the four days she had spent in Houston made it sound like nothing but 10 exhausting hours of work a day.

If it had not been for his interlude with Kay, Tom would have not given the matter any further thought. He knew that his out-of-town consulting visits were exactly like that... 10 to 12 hours of hard work every day at the site. It really couldn't be any other way. The plant was having great difficulties that they couldn't handle and millions of dollars in lost production were being suffered. He had to work nearly around the clock to correct the problems as quickly as possible. Therefore, Doreen's description of the financial conference might have seemed reasonable... except for Kay's information and the fact that he knew marketing was not nearly as intense and as difficult as engineering.

While he was almost certain that his wife was playing around, he wanted to be absolutely sure before he said anything. He didn't expect it to be hard to find out.

On the following Wednesday, Tom told Doreen that he had to go to the Baton Rouge facility on Thursday. They were having technical problems with some of the units that had cut production capacity by nearly 10%. The story wasn't a complete lie. He was scheduled to make a trip to Baton Rouge, but it was once week hence, not this week. Tom had told his boss that he needed a couple of days off to take care of some personal matters. Charlie didn't even think twice before saying Ok.

Wednesday night, Tom packed his bags as he always did before a trip, and the next morning kissed Doreen and said he'd be back on Sunday unless he called to tell her otherwise. She waved to him as he drove away. However, instead of taking the interstate to Baton Rouge, he got a room in a Best Western Inn about 10 miles from his home.

That afternoon, he rented a three-year old compact car from Avis so no one would recognize his Avalon. Then, he changed into new jeans and shirt he had just purchased and put on a hat with dark glasses. As a disguise, it wouldn't have passed any close scrutiny, but it was more than adequate to prevent recognition from a casual glance by someone he knew.

At 2:00 PM, Tom was parked in the playground area at the entrance to his street. Since he and Doreen's house was on a cul de sac, any visitors had to pass by the playground to get to his house, and if Doreen left, she would have to exit the same way. In addition, the playground was close enough that he could see his house from his position. Tom had packed a lunch with a cooler of soft drinks and beer in the car. He settled down for what he knew would be a long, boring wait.

At 3 PM, Doreen's car passed the playground. That itself was surprising since it was Thursday afternoon and Doreen was supposed to be at work in the finance and marketing department. Obviously, fucking the boss had its perks.

A moment after Doreen passed the playground, a small compact car was following her SUV. Doreen drove to a nearby mall, parked, and went inside. Tom followed a safe distance behind. She obviously knew where she was going as she didn't even pause to check out the mall directory. Her steps took her straight to Victoria Secrets.

His wife shopped inside for over an hour. When she emerged, she was carrying several bags of new clothes. She went directly back to her car and from there back to their house. Again, Tom parked in the playground area. It was now close to 5 PM.

Around 7 PM, another car pulled into the playground area not far from where Tom sat. One man got out, looked around, and then locked his car. Afterwards, he walked purposefully out of the playground in the direction of Tom's house. His path brought him to within 20 feet of Tom. The light from the mercury lamps illuminating the area was more than sufficient for him to recognize Lewis Cains, his engineering colleague.

It came as no surprise when Tom saw Lewis walk directly to his front door and ring the bell. When the door opened, he couldn't see his wife, but he did see Lewis walk inside without any hesitation.

It didn't take any engineering genius to figure out what was going on. The only uncertainly was where would Lewis fuck his wife. They would probably get things started in the den and then work their way back to the master bedroom or maybe the guest bedroom. But then, maybe his wife wouldn't take him into their bed. She didn't want to have sex with Jeff there the one time he had watched them.

It was now dark and safe for him to approach their house. He took with him a powerful pair of binoculars and also an infrared night vision unit. He hoped that the night vision unit wouldn't be necessary.

Their house had four entrances, one in the garage, which wouldn't be available without raising the garage door, the front door, a back door leading to the patio, and finally, a fourth entrance from the utility room that led to the enclosure where the garbage cans were kept. This door was very convenient during the cold winter months. And it was also convenient for spying on a cheating wife, Tom thought.

Tom brought his engineering skills to the upkeep of his home. So when he inserted his key into the utility room door, it turned easily. When he pushed on the door, it opened silently on well-oiled and machined hinges. His rubber soled sneakers made no sound as he moved through the familiar darkness of his utility room into the kitchen area.

As soon as he was in the kitchen, he heard Lewis' voice: "OOOhhh Baby... Suck it! God, you're incredible."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...," came the familiar female moan.

"AH... AH... Ah... Oh yeah! Suck all of it, Honey."

Tom carefully moved to the kitchen door. From there, he had a good view of the den. His wife was bent over Lewis' body with most of his thick cock buried inside her stretched mouth. Her lips and head moved steadily up and down his cock. On the downward stroke, all of the cock was disappearing into her mouth.

"Oh Suck it, Honey. Suck my big cock," Cains moaned.

More female sighs followed. Lewis soon began to grunt and thrust. Tom could even hear the squishing noises as his cock moved in and out of his wife's mouth. She always got the cock soaked with her saliva before she really began to suck.

"Stop... stop, Baby. That's enough. I don't want to shoot off in your mouth the first time."

Then he heard Doreen's voice very clearly. "Whatever you say, Lover. How do you like my new outfit? I bought is especially for you, Honey."

"Would you enjoy fucking me when I'm wearing this outfit, Honey?"

"Oh fuck! You look incredible, Doreen. You're the hottest, most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Turn around, Honey. Show me back, and pull up that tiny skirt so I can see your ass."

Grinning, Doreen pivoted around, thrust her ass toward Lewis, and pulled her skirt up around her waist to totally expose her ass. The tiny thong was buried in her ass crack and concealed nothing. "Jezz," Cains gasped. "I'm gonna cum just looking at that sensational ass. Bend over, Baby. And pull that thong away from your cunt. Show me your hot, wet fuck hole." A moment later, Cains was staring at both Doreen's pussy and her ass.

Tom's cock hardened as he stared at his wife's hot body.

"Come on, Lewis. Let's go to the bedroom and fuck. I'm so hot I can't stand it. I need you to cock my cunt!"

"Jezz. You so damn hot. Why weren't you this hot for it when we were dating? You froze me out. What was that all about?"

"I just didn't know how fantastic erotic, kinky sex like this can be. If I had known, I would have had you bring a friend along on our dates, and you could have both fucked me."

"Tom doesn't know that I'm fucking you, does he?"

"No. He doesn't have a clue."

"That lights the fire in your cunt doesn't it? To cheat and get fucked when he doesn't know."

"Shut up, you Bastard. Just take me in the bedroom and give it to me. Otherwise, I'm gonna call someone else who will."

"Take off your skirt first, and show me your tits. Just pull your bra down... don't take it off. It makes you look like a hot slutty whore, and I know how much that turns you on."

"Ooohhh god," Doreen moaned as she pushed her skirt down her thighs and yanked the bra down below her tits. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

"That's part of it. Now get up on the counter. Spread your legs wide open and pull those panties aside. Show me the cunt from the front. Do it!"

When Doreen was on the counter, legs wide open, showing Lewis her gaping, wet cunt, she moaned, "OOhhhh fuck. I'm about to cum... This is so dirty, but I love it. Please, Lewis. Just touch my cunt, and I'll cum for you.... Please."

Oh god... I'm showing you every thing! I'm about to cum! Touch me! Make me cum!

"Love to, Honey." When Lewis moved between his wife's legs, Tom's view was blocked. But he saw his colleague's arm moving and his wife's arching her back. A moment later, Tom heard his wife telling Lewis not to stop... that she was cumming.

When Lewis backed away so that Tom could again see his wife, she was lying on her back, her chest and breasts heaving in the aftermath of her orgasm. Tom also saw that her lover's cock was again rigid with lust.

"Take off your panties, Doreen. It's time to fuck!" Cains ordered. Tom watched his wife hasten to obey. She lifted her ass off the counter top and dragged her panties down over her hips. Once off, she lay back, lifted both legs and stripped the garment off.

Tom watched his wife removing her panties so Lewis could fuck her.

Once Doreen's cunt was naked, Cains wasted no further time. Lifting her off the counter, which was too high to allow him to get into her pussy, he put her on a chair, shoved her legs up, and again moved between her thighs.

In the kitchen, Tom heard the loud, female gasp of pleasure when Lewis' cock penetrated her vagina. Her gasps then changed to a series of grunts produced by the prick churning in and out of her cunt. After five minutes, Doreen's shrieks were mixed with male growls of pleasure produced the wet pussy sliding up and down his cock.

Tom jerked off watching and listening to his wife taking cock.

Lewis continued to fuck Tom's wife with forceful steady strokes. The pumping motion of his piston in Doreen's sex cylinder was producing the erotic squishing noises of sex. Tom's rod was throbbing with need. Carefully, he unzipped and let it free. Then, his hand began to stroke his throbbing erection in time to his wife's cunt stroking the male shaft that fucked in and out of her hot pussy. Both Lewis and Tom fired their loads at the same time... Tom's into his hand and over the kitchen wall... Lewis' into his wife's cunt and over her contracting belly and tits.

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Friday night was a virtual replay of Thursday evening except this time instead of Lewis Cains, it was both Ed Logar and Perry Kaulen. Again, Doreen had gotten off work early. This time she had driven straight home.

Tom saw her car pass his position in the playground. At the time, he wondered if his wife would spend the evening alone or with Cains again. At half past 7 PM, he didn't have to wonder any longer. Logar's car with Kaulen in the passenger seat passed the playground and headed straight to his house.

Although he was well aware of what was going to transpire, Tom still thought he should check. He also realized his cock was hard at the thought of seeing his wife servicing both of her two bosses.

Tom waited until almost 9 PM before retracing his steps of the previous evening. This time, he left the binoculars and the night vision glasses in the car. As he was entering his house through the utility room door, he had a strong sense of deja vu. Even so, there no way he could have left without actually seeing what was happening.

His sense of deja vu was broken somewhat when he entered the kitchen area and still heard nothing. Unlike the previous evening when he immediately heard Cains urging his wife to suck harder, the house was silent. For a moment, Tom wondered if Logar, Kaulen, and his wife had left and somehow gotten by him unnoticed.

Carefully, he moved into the den. The only light came from the small desk lamp. If they were still here, Doreen must have decided to let the two men screw her in their bed. There was a short hallway connecting the den to the master bedroom. As soon as he entered it, the silence was broken by the unmistakable moans of a female being fucked. Tom had an instant erection.

Doreen's passionate cries drew him toward the open doorway of the master bedroom as a light draws a moth. When he was closer, he could hear both men grunting as they fucked his wife. Obviously, Doreen was not doing them one at a time.

With Logar and Kaulen both screwing her, Tom was reasonably confident that he could peek into their bedroom without much risk of being caught, and if he was, so what. It was his house, not theirs. Silently, he moved to the frame of the open door and looked inside the room.

All three of them were on the master bed. Kaulen was lying crosswise across the bed near its head. Doreen was sprawled on her back in the bed's center, her legs wide open, her head resting on Kaulen's stomach as she jacked and sucked his rigid shaft. Logar knelt near the foot of the bed with his body between his wife's gaping legs. The thrusting motions of his ass made it obvious to Tom that Logar was fucking Doreen with hard, driving strokes.

Logar was fucking Doreen's cunt while Kaulen was using her mouth hole.

Once again, Tom removed his cock and jacked off as he watched the two men using his wife. When Logar roared and began to unload inside his wife's cunt, Tom unloaded into his handkerchief.

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On Saturday, Tom was getting very tired of keeping his vigil in the playground, but there was only one more day, so he decided to see his plan through to the end. Doreen left the house three times during the day, but each time it was run some innocuous errands.

At 8 PM, however, she drove past the playground and this time she drove to one of the hot clubs they had visited on several occasions. Tom was close behind her and parked several spaces away in club's lot.

When his wife emerged from her SUV, Tom saw that she was dressed to seek and destroy. Doreen wore a form-fitting black sheathe, black, thigh-high hose with black garters, and 4-inch black heels. As she got out of the car, she intentionally spread her legs wide open. Even from his position, Tom got a great beaver shot of her naked, shaved cunt.

Doreen's cunt was naked beneath the tight sheathe.

After waiting in the parking lot for nearly an hour, Tom decided to go inside. He was still wearing his disguise, which he was certain would be enough to keep his wife from accidentally spotting him in the dim light inside the club.

Once inside, he located Doreen in just a few minutes. It wasn't difficult since several men were sharing her table, and she was the only female. For the next two hours, she danced with all the men, each one taking the opportunity to stroke and caress her body on the dance floor. When she was at the table, the men on either side of her were continuously fondling her legs and tits. And although Tom couldn't see beneath the table, he was certain that their hands were also roaming freely over his wife's pussy.

It was nearly 11 PM before his wife had apparently made her selection for the evening. She gave the other men a sexy kiss and allowed a virile-looking black guy to escort her out of the club to her car.

As soon as they left, Tom hurried out the side door and made his way to his car. It turned out there was no hurry since Doreen and the guy were taking their time. When they reached Doreen's SUV, they spent several minutes kissing while the guy's hand played beneath her short dress.

After they had each gotten into their cars, Doreen left first. She waited at the exit for the black guy's car to pull up behind her, and then, together, they pulled out onto the street. Tom followed a short distance behind.

After driving for less than a mile, it appeared that Doreen was again taking her lover for the night to their home, which produced mixed emotions for her husband. On the one hand, it made it easier to spy on them; on the other hand, he hated the idea that she was going to let this guy he had never seen before screw her in her own bed.

Every thing followed the same pattern, making Tom's sense of deja vu stronger than ever. An hour later, he was again peeking into his own bedroom where his wife was howling in sexual rapture as she rode his black fuck stick. Her ass was hammering up and down on the spike, and on each downward trip, she grunted when the cock thudded into the bottom of her cunt.

Tom's wife was cumming repeatedly on the thick black cock.

In between her screams and moans, she kept telling the guy how big his cock was and how much it was stretching her cunt. It seemed to Tom that she was having near continuous orgasms.

When the guy ordered her to turn around and fuck herself on his big dick, she couldn't do it fast enough. Using her hand to guide the guy's cock, she planted it into the opening of her pussy. As soon as it was in, the guy slammed his meat all the way into her making Doreen scream with delight. As she fucked herself, Tom could easily see the guy's cock stretching his wife's pussy into a huge round hole. Doreen's kept gasping, "Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!" over and over, stopping only when another orgasm surged through her.

The black stud was sinking his pole all the way into Tom's wife on every stroke.

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At 2 PM, Tom walked through the front door of his house instead of entering through the utility room as he had done the previous three nights. Doreen was reading the den. She immediately ran to greet him, planting a passionate kiss on his lips before he even had time to drop his suitcase.

"God, I'm so glad you're home, Honey. I missed you... a lot!"

"Did you? Really?"

"More than you can imagine," Doreen said with amazing sincerity. "Let's go to bed. I've been fantasizing about your big cock ever since you left. Come on, Darling. Your wife's pussy is hot."

"No. Not yet. We need to talk first."

Her husband's serious tone sent a shiver through Doreen. When she looked at the expression on his face, she feared the worse. Dutifully, she took a seat and waited.

Sitting down beside her, Tom began in a very calm, soft voice. "Doreen, I'm just going to relate the things I know. When I finish, I need for you to tell me where I stand... where we stand.

"First, when we did the porno/strip shows for Jeff, I got off on it as much as you did. Every time you did it, we would have incredibly erotic, hot sex. I could shoot off three or four times and you had more orgasms than I could count.

"When Jeff asked you for sex, and we planned for you to just have oral sex with him, I got so hard and so hot I couldn't believe it. Even when you let him fuck you, I couldn't stop jerking off watching the two of you. We both could have stopped it, but neither of us wanted to.

"Then, when you let that guy at the club... Cory, I think you said his name was... when you let him feel you up in the club, actually make you take off your panties right there in public, I again didn't want to stop it. I was just too hot. When you went to his car in the parking lot and let him screw you, I watched through the window and shot a load cum all over the guy's car when he shot his load into you.

"All of those things were sensuous, erotic fun and pleasure for both of us because we were doing them together. But since then, it has been just you having fun while I've been relegated to being a cuckold. That has not been much fun for me."

Doreen started to speak... to plead with her husband, but before she could say a word, Tom stopped her. "Please let me finish."

"I know you've been cheating nearly continuously for at least the last couple of months. Jeff has been screwing you frequently, particularly when I'm out of town or playing golf. I know that Lewis Cains, Neil Garvin, Grant Hauger, your two bosses, Ed Logar and Perry Kaulen have had sex with you. I also know that men I've never seen before have been fucking you.

"For example, when I called you at your hotel during the marketing convention, I first called your room, but there was no answer. Then I called you on your cell phone. When you answered, I asked where you were and you said in your room, which of course I knew to be a lie. I heard Logar speaking to you, and you said it was the TV, but there I heard no further sound from the TV. You were in Logar or Kaulen's room letting them fuck you.

"This last weekend, you thought I was in Baton Rouge. I wasn't. I was here, parked in the playground area watching. On Thursday night, I watched you entertaining Lewis Cains between your legs. At one point you said something like, "if I had known how fantastic erotic, kinky sex can be, I would have had you bring a friend along on our dates, and you could have both fucked me.'

"On Saturday, I again slipped in the utility room door and watched Ed Logar and Perry Kaulen fucking you in our bed... at the same time.

"And then last night, I followed you to the dance club and watched while 5 or 6 men played with your legs, tits, and pussy for two hours. I also watched that black stud, whoever the hell he is, screwing you in our bed. And I listened to you howling and screeching as you gushed about how big his black cock was and how hard it was making you cum.

"Anyway, that pretty much what I know for certain. Obviously, you prefer sex with other men more than with me. I just need to know if you want a divorce? You can have just about every thing if you do. I need to know if you still care for me. Basically, I need to know where we stand. I don't want to be left out like this and be humiliated."

"Ok. I'm done. And to set the record straight, I'm not furious... I'm not mad... I'm not even angry... but I am deeply hurt."

Doreen remained silent for a long, so long, that Tom went to the kitchen and poured them both a glass of wine. He set hers on the side table, and sipped his while he waited.

Finally, Doreen spoke:

"Obviously, there's no point in my denying any of this. In fact, I've done a lot more than you have discovered. For the last year or so, I've come to realize just how much I love hot, sensuous erotic sex. Everyone knows that most men like that... that's why so many men cheat. They just love sex so much they can't resist.

"Women, on the other hand, usually have other priorities that compete with sex as something that they want and love. Consequently, women cheat much less than men because other considerations intervene.

"For example, things like children... but we don't have any children. Things like religious beliefs in sin and damnation... but I don't believe in damnation to a fiery hell. I think that's a fairy tale told by preachers to instill fear and gain power over the minds of people. Things like fear of what others will think... fear of being labeled a 'slut'... I don't care what others think... not at all.

"So, the bottom line, is that I don't have anything competing with sex as something that I love to do. I'm just like a man in that respect. I love to be fucked. I cum when I suck a hard cock. I go wild when I flash my body and get men hard and hot to fuck me. I love to make men so hot that they can't keep from cumming.

"But unlike a man, a woman has the capacity to continue to have sex when a man would be totally spent... unable to get an erection. I can fuck six men, cumming twice with each one, and still be ready for a seventh man. Do know any man who can do that with even three or four women?

"Having said all this, I want you to know that your analysis is way off the mark in one respect. You said that I obviously prefer sex with other men more than you. That's totally wrong. I love you... and I love having your on me and in me more than any other man. No one else is even close! But, I also love variety... no... more than that... I NEED variety.

"It's like food. I know you love steak and Italian food, but you would not want to never eat anything else other than steak and Italian food. You need variety. I need variety in sex the same way. Didn't you enjoy fucking Kay?"

Now it was Tom's turn to be on the defensive. "I didn't know you knew about that. How did you find out?"

"It doesn't matter... but for the record, if you fuck a woman and don't want your wife to know, be certain to scrub your pubic hair thoroughly when you shower, or your wife will smell the aroma of her cunt when she goes down on you. Over and above that, we've talked. She told me. So I know how much you enjoy fucking that hot blonde. I also know that you like fucking me even more, but variety is nice, isn't it?"

"Well, you make a good point," Tom commented. "Does that mean you don't want a divorce?"

"Divorce? Why would I divorce the most creative, intelligent, brilliant engineer in the corporation? Why would I want to divorce the hottest stud I've ever had between my legs? When I said that I've been fantasizing about your big cock ever since you left and that my pussy is hot, I wasn't lying. Lewis, Ed, Perry, and Sam are all good in bed... they all make me cum hard, but no one... and I mean no one rings my bell like you do. Do you want to divorce me?"

"Of course not!"

"Why not? I'm a dirty slut who lets other men fuck me."

"Because you're my dirty slut, and I love it! So what do you suggest? Is it necessary for you screw all these guys behind my back? Wouldn't it be just as hot if I knew?"

"Hotter, Honey. It would be much hotter if you knew. I should have told you, but I was afraid you would throw me out of the house for being a slutty whore."

"So where do we go from here... other than to our bedroom, I mean."

"Sam invited me to a swinging party next weekend. How about we both go together. You fuck some hot women... I get laid by some hot men... then later, we'll share stories. Maybe we can have some threesomes... Kay and I with you... Jeff and you with me. From now on... no more cheating. We confide in each other. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful! It sounds wonderful. By the way, who's Sam?"

"He's the black stud you watched fucking me last night. Now enough talk. I'm going to the bedroom... if you want to fuck me, I'll be ready and waiting.

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A New Lifestyle

On Tuesday of the following week, Tom and Doreen had just finished dinner when the phone rang. Doreen answered. When she heard Jeff's voice, she winked at her husband and put the call on the speaker.

"So what's on your mind, Jeff... as if I didn't know."

"Well, it's been a couple of weeks since we've gotten together and well... Kay is having her period and well..."

"And you're horny and want to fuck me, is that about it," Doreen asked, grinning at her husband.

"Is it possible? Is Tom out of town?"

"No, we just finished dinner. Let us get the dishes washed up and give me time to change into something hot and sexy... why don't you come over about 9 PM?"

There was a protracted silence. After a bit, Jeff said, "But what about Tom? And I'm not sure I can think of an excuse to come over to your house that late."

"Honey, in the first place, Tom likes to watch and I like two guys at the same time. Can you handle that?"

"If he doesn't mind... neither do I, but I don't know about Kay."

"Put Kay on the phone."

"Well... I don't know about that."

"Here's the bottom line, Jeff: either put Kay on the line so I can talk to her or we're not getting together any more. Make up your mind."

A couple of minutes later, Kay picked up. "Hi, Doreen. Jeff said you wanted to talk to me. What's up?"

"Your husband's cock is up, but you're having your period so he wants to use it in my pussy tonight. You know that he's been screwing me, and I know that Tom has laid you two or three times, so let's not sneak around like little kids any longer. Tom's here and I'd love to have two guys pleasing me tonight. Are you cool with that?"

"What's in it for me? I just sit here and rub my messy pussy or something?"

"My period is due in a couple of weeks. You'll be done with yours, so you can take care of our two horny husbands. If you don't want to sit home alone, come on over and watch. We've got a great video camera. You can use it while these two studs work me over. Then, two weeks from now, I take some video of them making you cum. How's that sound?"

"When should we come over?"

"Around 9 AM. Plan on spending the night. No telling how long it's going to take me to satisfy both of these randy studs."

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At 9:15 PM, Kay was setting the video camera and tripod up and learning how to operate the equipment. Jeff and Tom were sitting on the couch waiting for Doreen to show up. When she walked out of her bedroom, she looked whorish in her see-through, black peignoir, white bra and panties, and 4-inch "fuck-me" heels. She leaned over the back of the couch and said, "Are you guys ready to fuck my hot pussy? I hope so because I can't wait. See anything that gets you hard?"

"I'm ready for cock, Guys. Are you ready to give it to me?"

Both of the men wasted no time in pulling Tom's wife onto the couch between them. Jeff pulled down her bra and bared her Doreen's left tit while Tom did the same to her right breast. With both of her tits exposed, Jeff went to work on her panties. Kay focused the camera on the hot blonde's crotch and when Jeff pulled her panties aside, she captured her exposed cunt on video.

"OOOHHHH YES! Do it to me!!"

While the men were stroking her naked tits and cunt, Doreen quickly pulled down their pants to expose their hard, thrusting cocks. Both cocks were big... more importantly to Doreen was the fact that both pricks were hard, erect, and ready to pleasure her hot cunt.

Jeff's rod throbbed inside Doreen's mouth.

Pulling them close, she sucked each cock in turn. When one guy was beginning to throb hard, she would stop, leaving him hanging, and suck in the other waiting male rod. Finally, she had to stop unless she wanted their loads in her belly, and she was just dying to have them shoot the first time inside her throbbing pussy.

"Suck it, Baby. Make it throb!"

When Jeff sat down on the arm of the couch, Doreen bent over his lap and began to suck him again. The position raised her ass high for her husband who slipped three fingers into her wet, throbbing vagina. Doreen groaned around the thick phallus that was plugging her mouth.

Nodding to each other, both men stood up and pulled Tom's wife up with them. They now had her bent over, her lips fastened around Jeff's cock while her husband held her hips and pumped his thick sex gun in and out of her wide open cunt. The two husbands fucked the moaning woman from both ends, timing their strokes so that when one pulled out, the other drove his cock into her. Kay's pussy was throbbing as she watched, masturbated, and filmed the action.

Doreen was getting cock at both ends... grunting and moaning.

"I need to get into her cunt," Jeff said. Let me sit down and you put her on my cock. You take her mouth while I pump her pussy." Doreen shuddered listening to them discuss how she was to be fucked... almost like she were their sex slave. The thought drove her right to the brink of orgasm.

When Jeff pulled her hips down onto his sex spike, she did cum. Kay captured the every moan and shudder that surged through Doreen's body. Abruptly, her moans were silenced by her husband's thick cock being shoved deep into her mouth.

Doreen's cunt throbbed in orgasm as Tom's cock pumped her mouth hole.

After five minutes of steady fucking, Doreen came a second time. "I think it's time we used my wife's asshole. Kay, is it time to fuck her in the ass?"

"Absolutely! Don't even bother to ask her. Just fuck her ass. Lift her up so Jeff can stick his cock in her ass. Then you can use her cunt at the same time."

Doreen screeched like stuck pig when Jeff's iron-hard rod drilled into her ass. Her weight forced her down his fuck stick until he was buried all the way in her ass. She felt all seven inches of man meat throbbing and pulsing deep inside her ass. Tom pinched her nose shut and said, "Open your mouth, Slut. My cock's going back in."

"UUUNNGGHH! Oh Fuck! He's in my ass, Kay!"

With her nose pinched shut, she had no choice but to open her mouth. As soon as she did, 8 inches of cock pushed into her throat. Kay focused the camera on her neck and later they all saw that the video clearly showed the bulge in her neck that pinpointed the position of Tom's cock head in her throat.

"Lift your legs, Sweetie," Kay commanded. "Get'em up in the air. Expose your hot cunt hole for Tom. Do it! You've been fucked enough to know how to present your cunt for fucking. Get your legs up!"

Doreen pulled her legs up to put herself in perfect position for double penetration. The thought triggered another orgasm. Both men, Kay, and the video camera saw her pussy opening and closing as her climax surged through her cunt and belly.

Pulling his dick out of her mouth, Tom mounted the waiting female, aligned his cock with the throbbing hole between her gaping thighs, and rammed it all the way into her on the first stroke. Doreen exploded in another intense orgasm as both pricks fucked her relentlessly... pumping in and out... thrilling her... scraping over her G-spot. Her engorged clitoris burst into hard, jerking spasms. Doreen screamed and grunted as she took the double fucking in both of her throbbing sex holes.

Doreen screeched and howled as she was double fucked - cunt and ass holes.

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The following Thursday afternoon, the phone on Tom's desk rang around 3 PM.

"Hello. Tom Currier speaking."

"Hi, Tom. It's Doreen."

"Hi yourself. What's up. Don't usually get a telephone call from my sexy wife in the middle of the afternoon. Want me come on to satisfy your itch?" he joked.

"No. I've already arranged for someone to take care of that job for today. I'm just calling to see if you're OK with that and to suggest that we go out for dinner this evening. What do you think?"

Tom hesitated and then remembered their agreement. "I'm cool. Who's taking care of your itch?"

"Logar. He's got a reservation at the Marriott Inn. I told him I'd let him know. If this really bothers you, I'll just turn him down."

"No need to do that, Honey. I love it that you called to tell me and are allowing me to say no. Why the suggestion that we have dinner out tonight?"

"I told Logar that I had to leave no later than 7 PM. He said that was fine. He'll almost surely keep me busy until then, and it will be almost 9 PM before I can get home and prepare dinner. It would be a lot easier if we met somewhere nice for dinner. I can tell you all the hot, sexy details."

"MMmmmmmm... that does sound erotic as hell. How about 'Marcel's Chateau'? I hear the food is great. Meet you there at 7:45 PM?"

"It's not that far. 7:30 would probably be better."

"You're assuming that you're going to be able to escape at 7 PM. This will give you a 15 to 20 minutes extra in case you have to 'provide more services' to your boss, Honey."

"MMMMmmmm... now that is a really erotic thought! This is so much more sensuous and more fun than cheating on you. Thank you, Darling. After dinner, you'd better be ready. I'm going to ravish you."

At 5 PM, Tom turned off the lights and left his office. As he walked to his car, he realized how hard his cock was. For the last hour, he had been trying to imagine what Logar and Doreen were doing. Of course, he knew in general that they were having sex, but he didn't know the hot details of precisely what they were doing. That erotic uncertainty had him hard as stone. He wished he could spy on them.

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On Saturday, Tom cancelled his golf game so that he and Doreen could spend the day together enjoying the anticipation of the swinging party that evening. It would be their first.

At morning, Doreen was overwhelmed when she walked into the kitchen to fix herself some cereal. First, her husband was in the kitchen wearing an apron rather than being out on the golf course. Second, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, frying bacon, hot pancakes, and eggs filled the room.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You really know how to surprise your wife, Honey. Why aren't you on the golf course?"

"Because I cancelled the game. In fact, I've cancelled the game until further notice. I would much rather spend the time with you. And I wanted to prepare breakfast to let you know how much I love you."

"Oh god!" Doreen whispered, totally thrilled. A moment later, she was raining soft, tender kisses all over her husband's face and neck. When they finally moved apart, Doreen remained close, her breasts pressed against him, as he finished preparing their breakfast.

"Ready for breakfast?" he asked with a grin.

"I just want to feel you against me."

Later, after spending an hour at the table enjoying the hot food, but mostly the intimacy of the other's presence, Tom filled their coffee cups and said, "Let's sit out on the deck. It a beautiful day."

They elected to sit together on the love seat.

Doreen looked into her husband's eyes and said, "You were wonderful Thursday when I called you about Logar. And just as wonderful this morning."

"You told me the hot details at dinner Thursday. But you didn't say whether you enjoyed the sex or not. Did you?"

"I enjoyed him more than on any of the other times he's screwed me because this time you knew, and I could relax. But even though Thursday was the best with him, it wasn't even close to the intensity of the sex we had later Thursday night and then again last night. You have no idea how incredible a lover you are, Darling... you're just marvelous. Kay would leave Jeff in a second if you asked her to. You must know that you could bed any woman in the corporation that you wanted."

"That's an exaggeration, but it's one that really strokes my ego. Thank you... and thank you again for loving me and loving sex with me."

Doreen sat back on the love seat. "It's not an exaggeration. Not at all! I know. Women talk, and before we married all they talked about was how they could get you into their bed."

"Well, I've got the woman I want and she's right here."

Doreen beamed, snuggled into his arms, as they kissed again. When they broke the kiss, she said, Now what about tonight at the party?"

"What about tonight? I thought it was settled. We're going to a swinging party... our first. Are you excited? Looking forward to it?"

"Yes... very excited. But I want you to have as much fun and pleasure as I'm having. I love the fact that I'm the woman you love and want the most, but you do like exploring other women's pussies too, don't you?"

"Of course. I'm male."

"I know... oh how I know! And I want you to be a hot predatory male animal tonight ravishing all those women. Ok?"

"I'll do my best, Honey. Let's go to the bedroom and make love."

"I think you'd better save it. You're going to need all your strength tonight, Lover."

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Sam's home was spacious, but even with 3000 square feet of living space, it still occupied only a small fraction of the wooded lot on which the home was built. When Doreen and Tom arrived around 8:30 PM, the party was already in progress.

"Wow! Sam obviously does very well for himself as a regional sales manager," Tom remarked when he looked over the well-appointed beautiful home.

"It is nice," Doreen remarked. "How many people do you think are here?"

"Hard to say until we've made the rounds. I can see five women already and probably three times that many men. There are probably more out on the deck and in some of the other rooms." Tom was silent as the walked through the rest of the house where they saw two more women. When they had completed their tour of the house, Tom looked perplexed.

"Something wrong?" his wife asked quietly.

"I'm not sure. I think there are seven women here and about 19 or 20 men."

Doreen giggled. "Well... men get exhausted faster than women, Honey. Or haven't you noticed that, Stud?"

"I know... I expected that there would be a surplus of men at a party like this. That's not the point."

"What then?"

"There are seven women... all white. I counted seven or eight white men, who must be their husbands or lovers. All the rest of the men are black. Did you notice that?"

"I did, but I didn't think much about it. Sam's black. He just asked his friends and most of them would be black. Is this a problem for you?"

"No. Not at all, I just thought it was curious. Is it a problem for you?"

"You're asking me if I have a problem with the thought of having to satisfy all those huge, black cocks?"

"Yeah. Sorry. Stupid question. Usually, I'm sharper than that."

They cruised for another ten minutes or so until Sam came over and took possession of Doreen.

An hour later, Tom was relaxing with a bourbon and water on the rocks when he noticed a very attractive, fiery hot brunette walking over to the bar obviously intent on fixing herself a drink. All she wore was a see-through, mesh teddy, fishnet hose, and four-inch heels. Her cunt was shaved, very wet, and on display. Obviously, she had already been fucked by one or more of the guests upstairs, but it was already an hour into a swinging party. There was no chance that he was going to get a fresh, unfucked pussy at this point.

The brunette got Tom's cock hard even though he knew she had already been fucked several times.

"No point in hesitating," Tom thought. "After all, it's a swinging party."

He walked up to the brunette and said, "Hi. I'm Tom Currier, Doreen's husband. This is our first party like this, and, to be truthful, I'm not sure what's proper etiquette here. But I am certain that you're gorgeous, and I would like to get acquainted and more. I hope you're interested. Can I fix you a drink?"

Turning to face him, the brunette gave him a startled look that then changed to one of puzzlement and from there to one that bordered on irritation.

Tom was shocked, to say the least. His approach had been polite and cordial as well as honest. And after all, it was a swinging party. A woman as beautiful as the brunette had to expect to be approached by interested men. And if she was too tired or not interested, all she had to do was say thank you but she was going to meet someone else. Why was she looking at him like he was some sort of freak?

"I'm sorry. You look angry. If I said something offensive, I certainly apologize. As I say, this is my first such party."

The woman's expression softened a little, but before she could reply, a handsome, black male moved up and took her arm. "Hi, Susan. I've been searching the house for you hoping you were free. Come on. I can't wait any longer to get into that hot, gorgeous body of yours."

Susan looked back and forth between the black man and Tom, obviously flustered by the situation. The black guy seemed to recognize the problem. "Is this guy bothering you, Honey?"

"It's his first time to a party like this. He's new. Doesn't know the rules. Apparently, Doreen didn't explain every thing."

The man nodded indicating he understood. Turning to Tom, he said, "What's your name, man?"

The guy's behavior seemed to Tom to be just as rude and inappropriate as Susan's. "It's Tom. I'm Doreen's husband."

"Well, Tom, you need to fix yourself a drink, get something to eat... the dining room is full of a lot great food... and join the other husbands. I think they're out by the pool area." After delivering his speech, the black guy took Susan's arm and led her to the stairs. His hand was inside her cunt as they walked upstairs.

"What the hell was that all about?" Tom thought to himself. "I must have hit on his steady girlfriend. But if he's that jealous, why bring her to a swinging party?" Nothing seemed to make any sense. The black guy was rude. The brunette was really surprised by his sexual suggestion to her. Only later did she become irritated, and her irritation vanished when she understood that he was new to the scene.

Scanning the room, Tom didn't see any of the women. Obviously, they were all very busy upstairs taking care of a lot of men. The last time he had seen his wife was about 15 minutes after they arrived. When he saw her at that point, Sam had his arm around her waist leading her up the stairs.

With nothing else to do, he walked out to the pool area and was shocked to find all the white husbands there chatting, having a drink, and eating. He sat down and introduced himself.

"Hi. I'm Tom Currier, Doreen's husband. It's our first time at a party like this."

The man to right said, "I'm Norman, Susan's husband. And the guy on the other side of you is Carl. He's JoAnn's hubby."

Tom turned and shook Carl's hand. "How come all you guys are sitting out here instead of being with the women? In fact, I don't really understand what's going on."

Turning back to Norman, Tom said, "I hope you're not offended but I just hit on your wife, Susan, with absolutely no success. I have more luck with women in a club."

Tom suddenly realized that all conversation had stopped and every one of the men was staring at him. Looking from one man to the next, he asked, "What's wrong? What in the hell is going on here?"

Norman said softly, "No one told you? Your wife didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"That this is a BC swinging party."

"BC? What's BC?"

Norman shrugged. "It could stand for Black Cock party... you know BC party. Most of us here think it stands for 'Black Cuckold' party. The women are only for the black studs. The white husbands sit out here by the pool until our wives are ready to leave. Susan must have been amazed when you suggested sex."

Tom exploded! "Gawd damn it! What kind of fucking bullshit is this!" Leaping to his feet, he walked toward the house.

"You'd better cool down, Tom. You don't want to go upstairs."

In a fury, Tom snarled. "My wife is up there without my permission!"

Racing up the stairs, Tom began opening doors. Behind every door, two or three black studs were fucking one of the wives. In some of the rooms, two of the wives were taking on four black men. When he opened the third door, he found Doreen on her back with her legs wrapped around the waist of a black stud whose ass was rising and falling between her gaping thighs as he plowed his cock in and out her cunt. She was moaning on every thrust of the huge cock into her elevated, waiting, pussy.

Doreen was howling with pleasure as the huge black cock fucked her throbbing cunt.

"GET OFF MY WIFE! NOW!" he screamed as he yanked the stunned man from between his wife's legs and onto the floor.

Doreen's eyes were wide with shock at her husband's abrupt intervention. The black guy on the floor stared up at the muscular, 6'2" frame of the infuriated husband and remained on the floor. Two more black men came to the door. "What's going on?" they yelled.

Tom walked to the door and snarled, "I'M TALKING TO MY WIFE! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" He slammed the door in their face and locked it.

"What's wrong, Honey. I thought you were cool with this?"

Now in a soft, calm voice, Tom explained, "They all lied to you, Honey. This isn't a swinging party... it's a black cuckold party. All the husbands are supposed to sit out by the pool while these black studs fuck their wives. And I'm telling you, blue blazing fucking hell is going to freeze over before I'll stand for that!"

Doreen stared at her black lover who was still on the floor. "Max, is that true?" Max just smiled and shrugged.

"I thought you knew, Honey. Everyone else knows...except you and your hubby, I guess."

Without another word, Doreen got off the bed, dressed, and then turned to her husband. "I'm so sorry, Tom. I didn't know."

"I know you didn't."

Doreen kissed her husband softly and whispered, "Come on. We're leaving. It's time I had a real man inside me tonight."

When they reached the head of the stairs, Sam and two more large black men blocked their path. "Where do you think you're going with Doreen, Honky? Get back out to the pool. Now!"

Tom moved his face to within two inches of Sam's. "Listen to me very carefully. If you and your friends keep me and my wife here against our will, I will file kidnapping charges against all of you so fucking fast you won't believe it. Moreover, you probably know that I'm the 'Golden Boy Engineer' with your corporation. Your ass will be out of a job by Monday afternoon and you will find yourself blackballed in every similar corporation. So get out of our way... right now."

The calm, determined fury in Tom's voice, his muscular frame, and the truth of his words hit home. The three men made a path without further question. As he passed, Tom turned to face Sam and said, very quietly, "If I find out that you've hit on my wife again, I'll have a discussion with some very influential men that I know who owe me favors and who are not at all concerned about the law, if you catch my drift. After that, you'll wake up one morning missing your dick."

When Doreen and Tom were back in their car driving home, Doreen turned to her husband and said in an awed voice, "Wow! I knew I was married to a brilliant engineer. I knew I was married to a handsome, virile man. I knew I was married to an incredible stud and lover, but I never, ever suspected that I was also married to a raging tiger of a man!"

Never taking her eyes off her husband, Doreen lifted her ass and pulled her skirt up around her waist exposing her naked, cum-filled cunt to his eyes. "You have me so damn hot, I'm about to cum just looking at you. Pull over somewhere and fuck me. I can't wait!"

"I need to be fucked! NOW! I'm so hot, I can't wait. Please!"

"Lie down on the seat and jack your legs up in the air," he ordered. A moment later, one of Doreen's legs was up on the dashboard while the other one was draped over the back of the back of the front seat. Pulling into a rest area, Tom pushed his pants down around his thighs and mounted his moaning wife. His wife exploded in a screaming orgasm as soon as his steel-hard cock rammed into her waiting cunt.

He fucked her steadily through one orgasm after another... she couldn't stop cumming around his surging sex spike. "Oh god! What a Stud! What a Stud! Fuck me... OOOHHH please! Don't stop. Don't stop! It's soooo good!"

Tom grunted and rammed her even harder as his load fired into the depths of her vagina. The intense sensation of feeling him ejaculating inside her made her howl in another intense climax. After the last spurt had pooled deep inside her pussy, Tom continue to ram himself in and out of his gasping wife.

"Oh my god! You're still fucking me! Your cock...aaahhh... your cock...ugh uunngghh... your cock.. it's still hard as iron... ooohh god! Fuck me! Hard! I'm cumming again.!"

Doreen came two more times before her husband fired another load of cum into her convulsing cunt hole. This time he pulled his jerking rod out of her and dismounted. Doreen's chest was heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Without warning, she felt her husband pulling her out of the car. She was trembling so hard, Tom had to support her.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"Bend over the hood of the car! Pull your skirt up over your ass. Spread your legs!" he ordered.

Doreen scrambled as fast as possible. When she was in the position ordered by her husband, she looked back over her shoulder with a blissful smile on her face. Arching her ass in invitation, she waited for her marvelous stud husband to again enter her. She didn't have to wait long. Ten seconds later, she felt his sex club stretching her pussy wide open. She came again when his prick hammered into the bottom of her cum-filled vagina.

She wailed and gasped as she felt his throbbing cock filling her again and again... wrenching repeated orgasms from her loins. When she wasn't in the throes of another orgasm, she thought, "What in the hell am I fucking other men for when I've got this man."

Aloud, she said, "Honey, I just want..."

"Shut up. Keep your ass up so I can get all the way into you. Don't talk. Just let me make love to you."

For the next 20 minutes, Tom pleasured his wife with long, slow, loving strokes that sank all the way into her pulsing vaginal cylinder... his fingers caressed her engorged clitoris fetching her to orgasm after orgasm. She lost bladder control and urinated all over the side of the car. His hands went to her throbbing nipples... pulling ... twisting... squeezing. She came again.

Keeping up a steady fucking motion in and out of his wife's pussy, Tom whispered, "I really have no interest in screwing other women... none... not one is as sensuous, as sexy... as hot... as loving... as beautiful as my wife. So, I don't mind going to swinging parties with you in the future, but don't be angry if I don't bother with the other women. I'll just wait for you to be free."

Tears streamed down Doreen's face as her pussy throbbed with the fucking she was receiving from her magnificent husband and his rigid, iron-hard fuck stick. "I'll always be free from now on," she moaned, "no more lovers... no more other men... unless you decide you want to watch me getting laid. I'm yours! Period!"

Tom's strokes increased in speed and force. Doreen grunted and came again. When her orgasm had ebbed enough for her to speak, she whispered, "Darling, would you please make love to my ass... or fuck me in the ass... either one. Please!"

A moment later, she felt her asshole stretching around her husband's prick. As it sank into her depths, she knew she never wanted him to take it out.

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