Erotic Games by RLM

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Frustration:


  Angela Bloom was relaxing with a cool glass of mint tea while
chatting with Doris Hightower, who was working on a screwdriver.
For the first 15 minutes, the two women gossiped about which of
their friends were getting a divorce or about to and about who
was now sleeping with whom.

  "Did you know that Mary is now sleeping with her boss?" Doris
asked with a sly smile.

  "No!  You mean Mary Baskins?"

  "The same."

  "That's really hard to believe.  Tom is a nice looking man, and
isn't her boss 10 years older than Mary and overweight?  Is this
just a rumor or do you know it to be a fact?"

  "Yeah.  Her boss is Jason Waymore.  He's about 45, but not all
that much overweight.  And, yes, it's a fact.  I had heard rumors
so I just asked Mary.  She told me herself."

  "So why is she doing it?"

  "The usual reasons... Tom isn't paying any attention to her. 
He's more interested in his job and sports than Mary's pussy. 
And even though he's nice looking, Mary says his cock is below
average."

  "Did she tell you how big he is?"

  "Five inches... hard.  And she also told me that Jason is a
thick 8 inches."

  "OH!" Angela gasped.

  "Yeah.  He's big, and Mary said he's fucking her three or four
times a week.  That's out of the five days a week she's at work.
So, he's pretty much after her most of the time whereas Tom is
ignoring her."

  Angela was silent for several minutes.  Finally, she said, "My
sex life sucks too."

  That surprised Doris who replied, "Really?  You've never said
anything.  Is Stephen ignoring you?"

  "Pretty much.  We're only having sex three or four times a
month.  Not even once a week."

  "That's as bad as Tom, at least according to what Mary told me.
 Jack's not fucking me much more than that either.  He's only
interested about once a week."

  Now it was Angela's turn to be surprised.  "I didn't realize. 
From the things you've told me, I thought you were getting laid a
lot more than that."

  "I am."

  "Oh.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to pry."

  "Of course you did.  And I don't blame you a bit.  It's hell to
want sex and have a spouse who's not interested.  And you know,
it's not just husbands.  Some women are perfectly content with
sex once a month.  I'm sure it must drive their husbands crazy."

  "I suppose that's true," Angela nodded in agreement.

  "You know what's needed?" Doris asked rhetorically.  "We need
to have everyone's sex drive rated by a national testing agency
and be available to anyone considering marriage.  That way highly
sexed people could marry highly sexed people and vice versa. 
That would do more for lowering the divorce rate than all the
marriage counseling in the world...  So tell me, what are you
doing about your problem, Angela?"

  "Nothing so far.  Just putting up with the situation.  What are
you doing... if you don't mind my asking."

  "I don't mind at all, Angela.  I take tennis lessons here at
the club from Ramon.  You wouldn't believe how thick his cock is!
 And I have at least one massage a week.  They're got two
masseurs and both of them really know how to ring a woman's
bell!"

  "Are they big too?" Angela asked fully aware that her pussy was
getting wet from the conversation.

  "Lennard is about 7 inches, but he really knows how to use it
and he can stay hard forever.  Mark is a black guy with a 9-inch
dick.  Let me tell you, Angela... I don't know how big Stephen is
but when Mark sticks that 9-inch sex spike in your pussy, you
start cumming and you don't stop until he's finished fucking
you."

  "Oh gawd... that sounds so hot.  Do you have anyone you see
regularly?"

  "One guy.  He's married so he has as much trouble getting away
as I do, but we manage it a couple of times a month.  With Ramon,
Mark, and Lennard banging me, plus Alex and Jack, I stay pretty
well satisfied.  Listen... why don't you and I made an
appointment to have a massage this afternoon.  You can have
either Mark or Lennard.  I'll take the other one.  You won't
regret it, believe me."

  "I do believe you, but I'd like to try working things out with
Stephen before I cheat on him.  If I can't, then I'll be calling
you to set up the appointment for the massages.  I'll also be
enrolling for tennis lessons.

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  Angela and Stephen Bloom were supposedly having a serious
discussion about the reasons why their sex life seemed to be
deteriorating, but after 15 minutes, the "discussion" had become
more of an argument than a discussion with each of them blaming
the other for the fact that they were now having sex no more than
two or three times a month.

  "If you would spend less time worrying about moving up the
corporate ladder of success and more time on our relationship, we
wouldn't be having these problems after being married only two
years," Angela charged.

  "And if you spent more time making yourself erotic, sexy, and
appealing and less time chatting with your female friends at the
country club, doing volunteer work, and gossiping, I would be a
lot more interested in having sex with you," Stephen responded.

  Stephen�s statement caused Angela to pause.  After some
thought, she said, "You're right, Steve.  Neither of us is paying
enough attention to our relationship... to our sex lives.  We
both need to make some changes."

  Her husband also paused... nodded and said, "I agree.  So how
do we do this?"

  "To be fair, I'll take the first step.  Tell me something that
you'd really like to see happen.  Something that would light your
fire and make you a lot more interested in sex."

  Stephen thought for a moment and said, "I need a little more
time to think about this.  Would you like a drink ... a beer... a
soft drink ... some coffee or tea?"

  Angela smiled, obviously pleased.  "Some iced tea with lemon
would be great, but I'll fix it."

  "No.  You just sit there and relax while I fix the drinks and
think about this."

  About 10 minutes later, Stephen reappeared in the den carrying
a tray holding a pitcher of tea with lemon slices on the side. 
There was also a frosted bottle of Bud on the tray.  He poured
his wife a glass of tea, squeezed in the juice from two lemon
slices, and handed it to Angela.  As she took the first sip, he
sat in the chair opposite her with his Bud in hand.

  "Some of the time, I would like for you to dress hot when we go
out.  Like you're trying to attract male attention.  I would also
like for you to dress like that in the evening when we're alone
at home.  But more than just dressing the part of an exotic,
sensuous woman, I would love it if you would also act the part. 
I guess that's about it."

  "What if other men hit on me ... try to pick me up when we go
out and I'm dressed like a slut?  Is that going to create a huge
problem for us?"

  "It's going to get me hard as stone and wild to fuck you."

  "I love the sound of that, Honey.  Just remember, no jealousy
when other men hit on me.  And one more thing... if you expect me
to play the part of a hot slut, you have to play your part too. 
You can't expect to treat me like I'm your loving, conservative,
and faithful wife while at the same time expect me to feel and
act  hot and slutty for you."

  "I understand, and I think that's a good point.  So when do we
begin?"

  "Sooner than you think, Honey.  Sooner than you think.

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A Visit from Gail:

  Stephen arrived home from work at his usual time of 6:15 PM the
next evening.  He tossed his car keys in the tray on the bureau
and called out to his wife.  There was no answer.  After checking
the bedroom and the patio, he still had not located Angela. 
Then, he realized that he hadn't seen her car when he had parked
in the garage.

  "She must have gone to the grocery store," he thought as he
retreated to the kitchen to get a cold Bud out of the fridge. 
When he entered, he smelled the delightful aroma of a lasagna
baking in the oven.  He also found a note on the door of the
fridge.  It read:

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Hi Honey,

  Sorry I'm not here.  My mother called and needed me to come
over.  There's a lasagna baking in the oven that will be done at
7:00 PM.  There's also a Caesar salad already prepared in the
fridge.  The garlic bread is wrapped in foil on the counter.  Put
it in the oven around 6:40 PM, and it will be ready when the
lasagna is done.  There's tiramisu in the fridge for dessert
along with a bottle of a good Chianti to go with dinner.  Enjoy!

  I'll be home by noon tomorrow.  I hope you don't get too
lonesome tonight.  I've arranged for some entertainment for you.
One of the items is in the DVD.  Just press the start button.  I
believe the title is "Wives Out of Control".  I'm sure you'll
like it.

  Love, Angela

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  To say that Stephen was surprised would have been a gross
understatement.  He couldn't remember his wife ever being gone
overnight with no advance warning.  And the dinner was great. 
She had never done that before either.  But the wildest thing of
all was the XXX-rated DVD.  When he had asked her on a few
occasions if she would like for him to rent a porno film for them
to watch together, Angela had turned him down in no uncertain
terms every time he had asked.  Now, she was renting one herself.
 "Wow!" he thought, his cock already getting hard just from that
thought alone.

  Dinner was even better than he had imagined.  The tiramisu was
delicious and the wine excellent.  After eating, Stephen poured
himself another glass of wine and settled down in from of the TV
to check out "Wives Out of Control".

  The porno film was hot.  It featured two of the industry's
hottest female porno stars each taking on multiple partners
singly or two or three at a time.  Halfway through the film, both
wives were engaged in a joint gang bang with six men who were
switching back and forth between the two women using all of their
holes.  Stephen's cock was iron hard.  He was jacking off while
watching the DVD when the front doorbell rang.

  "Shit!" he grunted as he pressed the "stop" button on the DVD
and did the best he could to conceal his throbbing erection
inside his pants.  In spite of his best efforts, when he answered
the front door, his pants were tented.

  When Stephen opened the door, his mouth dropped open but no
sound emerged.  The dark-haired beauty standing in the doorway
was sensuously gorgeous.  Her red blouse was opened almost to her
navel.  Both of her large tits appeared to be about to fall out.
She was wearing form-fitting slacks.  Her long-black hair
cascaded over her shoulders, and her full lips were coated with a
dark red, wet-looking lip gloss.  When she spoke her voice was
deep, throaty, and seemed to ooze sexual invitation.

  "Is this the Bloom residence?  Are you Stephen?"

  "Yes and yes.  What ... what... eh... what can I do for you?"

  "That's not the question, Honey.  The real question is what can
I do for you?  Your wife told me that she had to be gone this
evening.  She was worried that you would get lonesome and horny
with no woman available.... so she hired me to keep you company.
Aren't you going to ask a girl in, Lover?"

  Speechless, Stephen stepped back from the doorway to allow the
woman to enter.  As she passed him in the doorway, her hand
closed about his erection and squeezed his shaft.  "MMMmmmm... I
guess your wife was right... you are hard and horny... really
hard!  I bet you've been jacking this big cock, haven't you?"

  Stephen flushed with embarrassment, almost like a school boy
caught by his mother while looking at dirty pictures while he
stroked his cock.  "No need to be embarrassed, Lover.  But I'm
sure we can find something a lot more fun for you to do with that
big, hard cock," the woman hissed while licking her lips.

  Straddling the arm of the couch with her legs open, she leaned
forward to the point that her breasts were almost hanging out of
her blouse.  "Like my tits, Honey?"

  Suddenly, recognition exploded in Stephen's brain.  He blurted
in shock, "My god!  Angela!?  I don't believe it!"

  "Angela?  Sorry, Baby.  I'm Gail.  Forget your frumpy,
conservative wife, Lover.  You'll be spending tonight between my
legs, not hers.  She's says you're safe and clean... so I'm not
even going to make you wear protection, Stud.  You can enjoy
unloading inside me as many times as you want.  You do want to
get between my legs, don't you, Honey?"   She spread her legs
wide open.

  If Stephen's cock had been iron-hard when the doorbell rang, it
was now like diamond.  Rigid with hot lust, it was painful for it
to be confined inside his pants.  He couldn�t ever remember his
cock being this hard.  His eyes were drawn automatically to
"Gail's" crotch.  The slacks were so tight, her pussy and her
slit were perfectly outlined.

  "You're not wearing panties," he gasped.

  "I'm wearing a thong, Stud.  But the crotch is sunk so deep 
inside my cunt and ass, it just looks like I'm not wearing
panties.  Do you like the way my cunt and slit look, Stephen. 
I'm very wet and very, very hot.  Come on.  Let's take this to
the master bedroom.  I want to you to give it to me on the same
bed you use to fuck your wife on those rare occasions she allows
you stick your cock into her pussy."

  "Oh my god!" Stephen groaned still unable to believe it was his
wife sitting on the couch.  She was hot... slutty... whorish...
just distilled essence of hot sex!

  "Your wife told me that you like big tits.  That's why she
picked me, Baby.  Mine are 36DD."  Gail pulled off her blouse and
tossed it aside.  "Are they big enough, Stephen?  If you suck and
lick my nipples long enough, you can make me cum just from doing
that.  I hope you do.  I love it when a man suck my tits and
makes me cum."

  Unable to resist, Stephen squeezed his diamond-hard dick
through his pants.

  "Take it out, Honey.  I love to see hard dicks... particularly
hard dicks that are going to be inside my cunt most of the night.
 Let me see it, Lover."

  Stephen did as he was told.  Unzipping his pants, he removed
them and kicked them over beside Gail's discarded blouse.  His
briefs were too small to contain his raging erection.  At least
one inch of cock protruded from the waistband.

  "Oh Baby!  Your cock looks delicious.  Your wife must be an
idiot to leave you alone."  Stephen's rod pulsed and throbbed in
response to Gail's comment.

  She unzipped her slacks, turned, and pulled them down below her
ass.  "How do you like my butt, Stephen?  It's 36" of very
fuckable ass, Stud.  Do you like to fuck a woman's ass?"

  "My wife never lets me do that," he moaned in response.

  "Don't ask the silly bitch.  Just bend her over and put it in
her ass.  She may squeal and protest.  Ignore her.  Just give it
to her.  You can practice on me tonight."

  Stephen was already on the edge of shooting a huge load all
over the carpet.

  Gail got on her hands and knees and bent over the edge of the
bed with her ass arched high.  "I think this is the best position
for anal sex, Honey.  I love it this way."

  Angela heard her husband groan as he gazed at her raised ass. 
Turning over, she was delighted to see his throbbing erection
protruding from his unzipped pants.  "Why don't you take off your
clothes, Honey?  I'm going to."

  Stephen's prick jerked upward as he watched his wife, who had
suddenly been transformed into an exotic, slutty whore, raise her
butt off the bed and strip off her thong.  Her bra quickly
followed leaving her naked save for the slutty come-fuck-me
heels.  Spreading her legs wide open, Gail steepled her knee and
thrust her pussy at Stephen.  "Come on, Lover.  Get naked so you
can fuck that hard dick into me."

  "My god!  You have a clit ring!!" Stephen gasped in amazement
as his cock actually vibrated with fuck lust.

  "Of course I do.  A lot of hot, sexy women have them nowdays. 
Does it turn you on, Baby?  Make you want to suck my clit... make
me howl ... make me cum?"

  Stephen literally ripped his shirt in his frenzy to get his
clothes off.  Once he was naked, he stood by the bed, prick at
attention, uncertain as to how to approach his new, slutty,
erotic wife.  Seeing his hesitation, Gail got off the bed and
stood in front of her naked husband, her hands on her hips, both
big tits heaving with excitement.  "That's a really nice dick,
Baby.  Your wife has hired me for the entire night, Lover...  I'm
bought and paid for.  No need to seduce me, Honey.  All you have
to do is use me... see any part of me you'd like to use to
satisfy that hard cock?"

  "Oh hell yes, you hot Slut!"  With one swift motion, Stephen
shoved Gail onto the bed on her back, jerked her legs wide open,
and thrust his head into her crotch.  His mouth covered the hot
sex  hole and moved upward to her excited clitoris.  He sucked it
between his lips causing it to swell under the pressure.  After
it had throbbed inside his mouth several times, he slid his
tongue up the turgid shaft.  Instantly, Gail's clit contracted in
a hard spasm.

  Stephen's wife was not a screamer during sex.  In fact,
sometimes she hardly made a sound when she had an orgasm.  Other
times, her climaxes were accompanied by soft grunts or moans. 
But now she was becoming more vocal than she had ever been before
as her mouth stretched wide open making repeated, soft moans of
pleasure.

  "unn...     unn...     unn...     unn..."

  Stephen licked and sucked his wife's pussy and clitoris
harder... faster causing her moans to increase in frequency and
volume.

  "Uunn...Uunn...Uunn...Uunn...Uunn"

  Gail's ass arched off the bed.  Her hands grabbed Stephen's
head and mashed it hard against her erupting cunt.  Somewhere
above his head, he heard deep guttural moans coming from his
wife... louder... faster... and more and more frenzied."

  "UUNNN!  UUNNN!  UUNNN!  UUNNN!  UUNNN!"

  Her clit began to contract in rapid, repeated spasms.  Flicking
his tongue over the sensitive tip, the contractions intensified.
Her guttural moans changed rapidly to howls of pleasure.  Gail's
vagina opened and then convulsed sending several forceful streams
of her sex fluids gushing over his chin.  Each gush was
accompanied by a high-pitched, wail of female pleasure. 
Stephen's cock pulsed with fuck lust for his wife's hot, gushing
cunt.

  "OOHH GOD!  UUGGHHH!  OOOHHH GAWD DAMN!  I'M CUMMING!!
UUNNGGGHH!!  CUMMINGGGGG!!"

  Gail was still spurting and moaning when Stephen reared up and
socked his hips deep into her wide open sex saddle.  His rigidly
erect seven inches plunged into her throbbing hole easily and
fully and on the first thrust.  His balls slapped her ass at the
same time as the cock thudded into the bottom of her cunt,
banging into her cervix with hard, masculine authority.  Gail
grunted from the force of entry... her legs flying up and back...
her toes curling with pleasure.  The echoes of her passionate
grunt were still hanging in the air when Stephen rammed into her
again... then again... and again... each thrust driving Gail's
hips deep into the mattress and bringing louder and louder wails
of excitement.

  "OH FUCK ME, STUD!  FUCK ME!  AAHHHH... YES!  LIKE THAT.  FUCK
MEEEE!"

  Thrusting his hands beneath the writhing female's ass, Stephen
pulled her cunt onto his rampant shaft and drilled into her like
a jack hammer.  Briefly, he worried about hurting his wife, but
his lust immediately overpowered any such gentlemanly concern and
made him fuck her even harder.  Gail began to hiss and gurgle. 
Her mouth stretched into a huge oval... her tongue shooting out
and curling up.  Squishing fuck sounds emanated from her erupting
pussy.  Stephen screamed as his load poured into the throbbing
female hole.

  "AAAGGGGAAAA... UUUNNGGHHHH... FUCKING YOU, SLUT!!  AAHHH
SHIT... SHOOTING IT INNNNNNNNN!!  CUMMING IN YOUR HOT CUNT!!"

  When her husband finally pulled his prick from her still
pulsing hole, tremors shot through her body as her now empty
vagina convulsed again.

  Lying side-by-side on the bed, Stephen and Angela gasped for
breath.  It was a full minute before Angela's legs fell to the
bed, but they stayed open as a mixture of her cuntal secretions
and Stephen's huge cum load seeped from her cunt.

  "My god!  I've never... ever... been fucked like that, Stephen.
 That was fantastic!"

  Her husband was still panting in the aftermath of his orgasm
and didn't reply.  When he finally did answer several minutes
later, he growled, "Suck me, Gail.  Suck me hard again.  I'm not
finished fucking you yet!"

  Gail quickly rolled over and took his cock into her mouth and
began sucking as she cupped her tits and squeezed her hard
nipples.  Gradually, she took more and more of his cock into her
mouth until the head was down her throat and her lips were
kissing Stephen's groin on each trip her lips made down his now
fully erect shaft.  She felt him beginning to throb inside her
mouth.  She sucked harder... hoping to make him shoot it in.

  "MOUNT, SLUT!!  FUCK YOUR HOT HOLE ON MY COCK!"

  Gail quickly mounted her husband's body in cowgirl position. 
She held his cock as she moved the head up and down her slit
until it was centered right on the opening to her sex channel. 
Before she could sink down on the shaft, Stephen grabbed her hips
and rammed her cunt all the way down.  The head slammed into her
cervix causing a female grunt of pleasure to erupt from her
mouth.

  "Now fuck your cunt on it, Slut!"

  Angela hadn't been this hot on her wedding night... not even
the first time Stephen had fucked her in his apartment.  She
pounded her pussy up and down the iron-hard sex spike.  In
moments, she was cumming again.  Leaning over his body with her
hips continuing to pump her pussy on his shaft, she whispered,
"Ohhhh it's soooo good, Lover.  I'm cumming... I'm cumming...
oohhhhh my god.... I'm cumming again!"

  She was still in the throes of another orgasm when Stephen
ordered her to turn around and fuck herself reverse cowgirl.  In
moments, her legs were spread far to the side of his thighs as he
thrust his rod into her hole with hard, rapid strokes that had
them both hissing on the edge of another mutual climax.

  "I want to cum in you again," Stephen grunted.

  "Do it!  DO IT!  CUM IN MY CUNT, STUD.  SHOOT IT IN!"

  "I want you in doggie position.  NOW!"

  Angela scrambled to assume the position.  When she was on her
knees with her head on the bed, she reached back and pulled her
ass cheeks apart to expose both of her holes.  "Stick it in me,
Stud.  Either hole.  Just fuck me!"

  Stephen considered using his wife's asshole, but there would be
plenty of time for that later in the evening.  Right now, he
wanted to feel Angela's cunt wrapped around his shaft again.  He
sank it into her, his excitement mounting when he heard her hot
groan of ecstasy.

  It didn't take long.  A dozen strokes and his dick was spewing
another load of semen and sperm into his wife's vagina at the
same as her cunt convulsed and more juices spurted from her
stretched hole.  She was now screaming... actually screaming for
him to fuck her harder... faster... deeper... something she had
never done before.

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The Pick-Up Game:

  For the next week, Angela had no complaints about her husband's
libido.  Stephen was mounting her every chance he got.  If she
bent over to take the clothes out of the dryer, and he caught
sight of her ass thrust high in the air, Angela would quickly
find her skirt pushed up, her panties pulled down, and Stephen's
cock socked into her cunt. In the evening when they were watching
a movie on TV, she rarely got through the movie without having
her husband's face buried in her pussy eating her to a series of
hard climaxes.  If Stephen wasn't fucking or sucking her, she
usually had his cock halfway down her throat.

  When Stephen came in from work on Thursday, he once again found
the house empty and another note waiting for him.  This time, the
note was taped to the back of chair right in the doorway to the
kitchen where Angela knew he could not possibly miss it.  
Stephen's cock was already getting hard before he even read the
note.

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Hi Stud,

  You'll find a pot roast in the oven.  There's a cheese cake in
the fridge for your dessert.  So much for the trivial stuff...
now let's get to what's really important.

  Your slutty wife is having dinner with Doris Hightower.  She's
got a new lover and I can't wait to hear all the hot, sexy
details.  After dinner, I'm going alone to "The Meeting Spot" on
98th and Malcomb St.  It's a dance club and pickup spot for
single guys hoping to score and for married men stepping out on
their wives.  I'll be wearing a hot red dress with matching
panties and heels.  You are to arrive precisely at 9 PM... not a
minute before... repeat... NOT a minute before.  By that time,
I'll be making the rounds dancing with all the men trying to get
into your wife's panties.  I expect you to move in quickly before
one of them takes your wife out to the parking lot to fuck her,
but you're not allowed to tell anyone that I'm your wife.  Once
you've got me out on the dance floor, you're a lock to get into
my pussy.  But if you fail, another guy's cock will be enjoying
it.

  Good luck, Stud.

  Your hot, slutty wife... Angela.

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  Stephen could hardly eat he was so turned on.  He knew "The
Meeting Spot" very well.  On one occasion when Angela was out of
town visiting her sister, he had gone there with one of his
friends from work.  That night there were two men for every
woman, and every one of the women was loving the attention.   He
vividly recalled how the women were being felt up on the dance
floor... even the married ones who were there with their
husbands.  It seemed like every female was fair game at The
Meeting Spot.

  After an hour or so, Stephen had begun watching one blonde who
had come in with her husband.  The couple had taken the table
next to Stephen's so he could overhear a lot of  their
conversation.

  "See that dark-haired guy walking this way, Honey," she said to
her husband.

  "Yeah.  What about him?"

  "He's going to ask me to dance."

  "How do you know?" her husband asked.

  "Because he's been staring at my legs, and when I opened my
legs, he got really interested.  He's looking right at my panties
now.  Here he comes, Darling."

  The man had asked the blonde to dance, and the blonde had
accepted without any apparent hesitation.  Later, Stephen had
watched as the guy pulled her close with his hands covering her
ass.  Before the first song ended, his hands under her skirt on
her panties... or inside them ... Stephen couldn't tell which. 
He remembered how he had glanced at the woman's husband to see
how he was taking the sight of his wife being openly fondled on
the dance floor.  The man had had his hand wrapped around his
erection squeezing and slowly stroking it as he watched his wife.

  Over the next thirty minutes, the blonde had danced with two
other men.  The third guy was a virile-looking, bald-headed stud
in his early 20s.  He had wasted no time getting his hands under
the woman's skirt once he had her on the dance floor.  And this
time, Stephen didn't have to guess whether his hands were on or
inside the blonde's panties.  He could see her panties bunched
around her upper thighs as the guy's hands roamed over her naked
ass and between her thighs.  Before the song ended, he was
leading her off the dance and out the side door that led to the
parking lot.

  For almost a half hour, her husband had sat alone at the table
waiting for his wife to return.  When she did come back, she was
alone.  As soon as she had sat down, Stephen heard her husband
ask, "Well?  What happened?"

  "He fucked me," the blonde responded casually.

  "Where?"

  "In the back seat of his SUV."

  "Once?"

  "No.  Twice.  Once in my cunt... the second time in my ass."

  "Did he cum inside you both times?"

  "Um-huh... two big loads, Darling."

  "Ohhh fuck... That's so hot."

  "That's not all, Honey."

  "What else... tell me... please."

  "He kept my panties for a souvenir."

  "That's hot," her husband hissed as he squeezed his cock even
harder.

  "Very hot, Darling... particularly considering the fact that my
legs are open and the crew-cut guy at the table across from us is
looking right at my well-fucked cunt right now."

  "Oh god... do you think he'll come over?"

  "Well, he's squeezing his cock and I'm licking my lips... so I
think so."

  A minute later, crew-cut had come over and invited the blonde
to dance.  Once more Stephen watched as the man's wife was led
out the side door... this time without even bothering to stop at
the dance floor.

  As Stephen recalled all this, he knew that he had to be at The
Meeting Spot exactly at 9 PM.  Angela would give him a fair
chance, but if he was late, he was pretty certain that she would
already be getting screwed by the time he arrived.

--------------------------------------------

  When Stephen entered The Meeting Spot a few seconds after 9 PM,
he saw Angela seated on the bar.  She had her legs crossed high
on her thighs exposing her legs almost up to her panties.  She
was flanked by two men, one younger and one older than his wife.
Stephen could see their eyes moving back and forth over his
wife's exposed thighs and then upward to her breasts, half of
which were on display by the plunging bodice of her dress. 
Angela was chatting with both of them.

  Stephen took a seat at the end of the bar and watched as the
men chatted with his wife.  Occasionally, one of them would lean
over and whisper something in Angela's ear.  This was always
followed by the deep-throated laugh he had heard his wife make
many times when she was excited and hot.

  They seemed to be taking turns whispering to his wife as their
hands rested on one of her knees or moved upward to brush over
her breasts.  When this happened, she would always push their
hands away, but only after a little delay to allow them to enjoy
feeling her.  Finally, the older guy, who seemed to be the more
aggressive of the two, pulled his wife out onto the dance floor.
She put up only token resistance.

  Over the next 15 minutes, every thing seemed like deja vu to
Stephen.  It was almost like a replay of what he had seen when he
had watched the blonde on the dance floor being fondled and
stroked by each of the three men the previous time he had been at
The Meeting Spot.

  The man's hands now covered Angela's ass.  As they moved slowly
and sensuously to the music, the hands moved continuously over
the contours of her lush buttocks.  Slowly, inch by inch, her
dress rose up her thighs.  He could see his wife's mound grinding
against what he knew had to be a rock-solid erection.

  Stephen's cock throbbed and rose to an equally hard erection
when he saw his wife's ass come into view.  At first, he thought
Angela hadn't worn any panties under her dress because all he
could see as her dress rose higher and higher was the lush swell
of her ass cheeks.  In less than a minute, the guy had his wife's
dress up around her waist.

  Once Angela's dress was bunched around her waist, the pair
essentially stopped dancing and just moved their bodies
erotically against one another.  Male fingers were now between
his wife's buttocks... spreading them... and then Stephen could
see the red crotch band of his wife's thong that was slotted deep
inside the crack of her ass and her sex trench.

  "OOHH! AAHHH!" Stephen heard his wife suddenly gasp.  Looking
through the space between their bodies, he could see the guy's
hand under Angela's panties rubbing her clit and finger fucking
her at the same time.  Even though her excited, throbbing pussy
was causing her to thrust against the probing hand, she was
pushing him away with her hands at the same time.

  "Relax, Angela," Stephen heard the man urge.

  "NO.  NO!  I can't do this here in public.  Stop.  I mean it. 
STOP!"

  For a moment, Stephen thought he was going to be forced to
intervene physically... probably causing a fist fight, but just
before he could rise from his chair, the guy backed off.

  "I'm sorry... really.  I thought you wanted it.  Later then. 
Outside.  Ok?"  he said as he pulled his hand out of Angela's
panties.

  "Maybe.  I haven't made up my mind who I want yet.  Stick
around... you may be lucky," she replied.  Even though she had
made the guy remove his hands from her inside her panties, Angela
made no move to pull her dress down.  At least 15 men continued
to check out her exposed ass.

  Once more, his wife resumed her position on the bar.  Stephen
wasted no time in moving in.  As soon as Angela saw her husband,
she grinned and spread her legs so Stephen and any other man who
looked her way could see her panty-covered cunt.

  "Hi, Honey?  See anything that interests you?" she hissed at
him.

  "Oh yes.  A lot!"  Stephen didn't bother asking her if she
wanted to dance.  He just pulled her off the bar and moved onto
the dance floor.    Like the man he had watched stripping the
blonde the first time he had gone to The Meeting Spot, Stephen
didn't bother even pretending to dance with Angela.  He simply
reached behind her and unzipped her dress in one smooth motion. 
Pulling it from her shoulders, he tugged it over her big tits and
let it drop to the floor where it formed a red pile of material
around her feet.

  "Oooohhhh god!  What are you doing?" his wife gasped even
though she knew very well what her husband intended to do.

  The dress was no sooner on the floor than his fingers had
expertly slipped open the hook-and-eye fastener to her bra. 
Using both hands, he pulled the bra off her shoulders.  Both of
her tits bounced slightly as they swung free of the bra.  Her
nipples were even harder than Stephen expected them to be.  With
her tits exposed, Angela's hands rose automatically to cover her
nipples.

  "Take your hands away, Baby.  You've been teasing every man
here all evening.  Now we all want to see those big tits of
yours.  Take your hands away!"

  Angela's pussy was gushing.  Her secretions completely soaked
her panties as she lowered her hands and pulled her shoulders
back to thrust her tits outward for inspection.  "OOooohhhh
Stephen, I'm about to cum," she hissed in her husband's ear.

  "Now the cunt!" Stephen ordered.

  "What?  I don't understand," his wife moaned.

  "Your cunt!  Lose those panties and show your cunt.  Everyone
here wants to see it.  Show it!"

  Hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, Angela
tugged the flimsy, sodden garment over her hips and ass and
pushed it down her thighs.  As soon as her cunt came into view,
men all around the room whistled.  One man yelled, "I knew she'd
be shaved!  Look at her pussy throb!"

  When Stephen knelt down and pulled his wife's panties over her
heels, her vagina contracted and squirted right before his eyes.
She had to hold on to his shoulders for support as her body
shuddered repeatedly in the throes of her orgasm.  There was no
way she could suppress her wail of pleasure.

  "OOHHHH FUCK!  AAAHHHHHHH!  I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!"

  At almost the same instant, several men around the room echoed
her cry.  "LOOK AT THAT.  SHE'S CUMMING... SHE'S FUCKING CUMMING
RIGHT NOW!!"

  "Hold your cunt open, Angela, so the men can see you throb,"
Stephen ordered.  As soon as Angela's fingers pried open her
pussy lips exposing her clitoris, clit ring, and throbbing hole,
another hard climax shook her body.

  "aahh!  AAhh!  AAHHH! AAAHHHH!  UUNNGGHH!!"

  "She's got a clit ring!" some man screamed.  Another guy added,
"Yeah and look it jerking.  The hot bitch is cumming again!"

  Picking up her clothes from the floor, Stephen led his nearly
naked wife to the side door and into the parking lot.  "You'd
better get us out of here fast, Honey, or all those guys are
going to gang bang your wife," she groaned excitedly.

  His hand moved quickly as he whacked his wife hard on her naked
ass.  She hissed with a mixture of pain, pleasure, and sexual
heat.  He spanked her twice more and she began to gasp, "Fuck Me.
 Fuck Me!  FUCK ME!"  over and over.  Stephen pushed her into the
front seat of the car and sped from the parking lot as a stream
of men erupted from the side door of The Meeting Spot.

----------------------------------------

  Throughout the entire drive home, Angela had one heel planted
on the front seat, the other up on the dash board as she
masturbated furiously.   Again and again, her fingers plunged
into her erupting pussy and rubbed her bursting clitoris.  Before
reaching their driveway, she had cum several times.  Even so, she
was still masturbating when Stephen killed the engine.

  Rushing around to the passenger side, he flung open the door
and dragged his protesting wife out of the car.

  "For god sakes... I'm naked!  Park inside the garage," she
screamed.

  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  Three sharp swats of his hand descended
on Angela's ass before she stopped screaming and followed her
husband into their house, her big tits bouncing the entire way. 
Once inside, they didn't even make it to the bedroom before
Stephen had her on her knees on the couch, bent over the arm with
her naked ass up in the air.  It only took him a moment to strip.
 A moment later, he rammed his raging cock up her waiting cunt.

  "GGGHHHAAAAAAAA.... OOHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"  They both
screamed as the thick cock surged up her vagina and slammed into
her cervix.  Stephen fucked her like a hot whore, and Angela
moaned with pleasure, cumming twice before her wildly excited
husband pumped the first huge cum load into her hot hole.

  If Stephen's cock softened at all, it was so little that
neither he nor Angela could tell it.  Lying on his back on the
couch, he yelled, "MOUNT IT, YOU HOT SLUT!  NOW!"

  Angela was giggling with hot female pleasure as she adjusted
the big sex spike at her opening and rammed her hips down.  Once
more, they both groaned with the hot sensation of cock entering
cunt.   As her vagina slid up and down the throbbing shaft, they
were both growling at each other ... then their growls turned to
sighs and moans as their lips crushed together.  Angela came
first, but Stephen was right behind her.  Once more, he filled
her pussy with hot cream.  Angela hissed with passion with each
injection of semen and sperm.

  She was still moaning when he picked her up and carried her to
the bedroom.  Throwing back the bed covers, he moved behind his
wife, pulled her right leg high in the air, and nailed his
erection into her cum-filled hole.  Fucking her steadily, Stephen
made his wife erupt in two more orgasms before putting his third
load into her cunt.

  They lay coupled together in the same position for some time. 
At first, Stephen's cock had become flaccid, but with his wife's
vaginal muscles continuously milking him and her hips thrusting
back and forth, he slowly regained his erection.

  "Oh fuck!  You are one amazing stud, Honey.  You're hard again!
 I can't believe it.  You're going to fuck your slutty wife
again, aren't you?" she groaned.  The slow thrusts of the rigid
male shaft inside her vagina had her gasping.    "Fuck me faster,
Darling.  Make me cum again," she begged.

  "Soon... soon, Honey.  I loved that game tonight.  In fact, I
love every thing you've been doing ever since you asked me what I
would really like to see happen.  Now, I think it's your turn."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean the same thing you meant.  What would you like to have
happen that hasn't happened ... that I haven't been doing... that
would make our sex lives even better for you?"

  "Mmmmmm... keep fucking me like this, Darling, while I think
about it."

  For five minutes, Stephen continued to deliver slow, erotic
cock thrusts deep into his wife's pulsing hole.  Her ass moved
sensuously each time he pumped her.  Finally, she said, "Promise
you won't get angry if I tell you?"

  "You didn't get angry when I told you what I wanted.  I won't
either.  What do you want?"

  "I want us to fuck other partners... you in other women's cunts
and other men's cocks up my cunt.  And I want us to do it openly
and share... no jealously... just hot, erotic sexual fun.  There!
 I've said it!  Are you furious?  Angry?  Disappointed? 
Fearful?"

  "No, No, No, and No to your four questions.  But what I am is
hot!"  Stephen increased the speed of his strokes until he was
ramming his wife's pussy so hard she was grunting each time her
body was jarred forward by the jack hammering cock fucking her
cunt.  This time, they both came together.

===================================

Visit to a Swing Club:


  After another week of near constant sex, Stephen suggested that
they go to a swing club.

  "You want to see other men fucking me?" Angela had asked, a
little surprised and a lot excited.

       "Hitting on you... feeling you up.  Getting your tits
out... and fucking you... whatever.  But we can go to the club
without actually fucking any of the other men or women there.  I
discussed this with the management, and they say that's pretty
standard the first time or so a couple comes to the club.  And
thinking about it, it would probably be best if we agreed not to
have actual sex with anyone on our first visit.  Does the whole
idea turn you off?  Disgust you?"

  Angela smiled, then she giggled, finally, she ended up
laughing. When she regained some control, she said, "Hardly,
Honey.  Why would you think that showing off, getting men hard
and hot, having who knows how many men fucking me would disgust
me?  Or for that matter, any woman?  And as for your idea of
agreeing not to have actual sex with anyone on our first visit,
that's probably a good idea.  Let's do it that way.  When do we
go?"

  "I thought this Saturday night.  I made reservations for us...
just in case you liked the idea."

  "I'm sure I'll enjoy the evening, Darling.  At least, I will if
you behave."

  "Behave?  What's that mean?"

  "That means you tell me in advance that you're cool with the
whole idea.  That you aren't going to have a jealous fit when
some guy feels your wife's tits or her ass.  Or gets me off in a
corner of the dance floor or somewhere and slips his hand up my
skirt.  Are you cool with that thought?  Are you going to stay
cool while we're there and after we leave?"

  "Well, I don't know about "cool", but I'm certainly going to be
excited if any of those things happen.  I'm also going to be hot
and hard as steel."

      "With all those horny men in a swing club, Dear, I think
you can be certain that all of those things will happen.  Maybe
even more."

       "Oh fuck!  I'm already getting hard just thinking about
it.  What about you?  Are you cool?  Are you going to throw a
jealous fit and pout... make me sleep on the couch... if you see
me with my hand under some woman's skirt?"

  "My guess is that I'll be too busy to even notice, Honey, but
if I do, I may be a little jealous that it's not my pussy you're
feeling, but mostly, I'll just be hot and wet.  Don't worry.  I'm
cool too."

-------------------------

  Stephen got very little work done on Friday.  All he could
think about was what might happen... what was going to happen...
on Saturday night.  He had a raging hard-on most of the day.

  After lunch, his secretary came into his office to deliver the
mail.  Stephen had been gazing out his office window imagining
all the erotic things that might happen at the club on Saturday
and was sporting a monster erection.  His pants were tented by
his iron-hard cock.  When Sera saw it, she stopped dead in her
tracks and stared.

  "WOW!  What brought that on, Stephen?" she blurted.  Then,
realizing what she had just said to her boss, she turned five
shades of red with embarrassment.

  Sera's obvious excitement killed any embarrassment Stephen
might have momentarily felt.  If anything, his dick got even
harder as his pants extended another half inch outward.  Sera was
mesmerized.  She couldn't tear her eyes away.

  "My god!  It's getting even bigger.  Ooooohhh... mmmmmmmm."

  "The same thing that always gets men hard, Sera.  Women,"
Stephen replied.

  Her eyes stayed locked onto the huge bulge.  Involuntarily,
Sera quickly licked her lips.  "Any woman in particular?" she
said in an excited whisper.

  "Yes.  The one I'm looking at," Stephen lied smoothly. 
Remembering that Angela had said she would like for both of them
to sometimes have sex with other persons, Stephen was already
thinking about getting into Sera's cunt and wondering how tight
it would be.

  "OH!" Sera gasped, now flustered.  "I didn't realize.  But you
know that I'm married."

  "So?  That makes you even hotter."

  "OH god!  It looks big."

  "Seven inches ... maybe a little more.  Very thick."

  "OH god... my husband's only five."

  "So?  Women always say size doesn't matter."

  "But it looks so hard... so hot."

  "Do you want to see it?"

  "I've never... I've... "

  "Yes?"

  "I've never cheated before."

  "Go lock the door."

  "Oohhhh... yesss!"

---------------------------------

  "Ooohhhh ... aaahhhh... I'm cumming... ooohhh fuckkkk... I'm
cumming again... uuunnnnnn.... aaahhhhhh  ooohhh I'm cumming,"
she hissed in hot passion as she struggled to keep her voice down
lest everyone in the firm realize that she was having sex with
her boss.

  Stephen continued to slash his tongue over Sera's erupting
clitoris.  With each pass, the auburn-haired woman hissed with
pleasure.  Her cuntal secretions were bubbling out of her
spasming vagina with each stroke of the tongue.  "Ooohh god,
Stephen.  Stop.  Please stop.  I need you inside me.  Please. 
Put your cock in me," she pleaded even as her cunt went into
another series of hard contractions causing her body to arch a
foot off the couch.

  Stephen pulled his face from between Sera's thighs and rose up
over her.  As his hips moved into her sex saddle, her thighs rose
and spread on either side of his hips elevating her pussy into
perfect position.  He was hard... iron-hard... with precum
dripping from the tip of his cock.  His cock jerked and throbbed
when Sera wrapped her hand around his shaft and guided the big
head to her opening.  When it pressed into her sex trench, she
groaned, "Ooohhhh yesss!  Right there!  Right there, Honey!  Push
it innnnnnnnnn!" she husked.

  "Are you sure?"

  "Ooohhhh yes!  I've been waiting for months for you to make a
move on me.  I didn't think you found me attractive.  Please...
don't make me wait any longer.  Fuck me, Lover.  Right now. 
Stick that thick shaft up my pussy... HURRY!"

  Sera was so wet and open that all seven inches of cock sank
into her on the first stroke.  She moaned with the intense
pleasure of feeling her vagina being stretched by a thick male
shaft and then feeling the head thud into her cervix, which her
husband couldn't reach.  Her legs arched high in the air, toes
pointed.  When Stephen began fucking her, her big tits bounced in
time to his strokes.  Her mouth stretched open with hot pleasure.
 After five strokes, Sera was cumming again.

------------------------------

  It was Saturday evening... finally, and Stephen waited
impatiently for his wife to make her appearance in their den so
they could be on their way to The Red Velvet swing club.  When
she finally did appear, Stephen forgot all about being angry with
all the time she had taken.

  Angela stood in front of her husband, her legs spread slightly
in a provocative pose.  "Well?  Do I look hot enough?  Or should
I put on something even more revealing, Honey?"

  "Oh shit!  You look awesome!"

  Angela beamed with pleasure at her husband's response to her
outfit.  In fact, it looked so slutty, she had almost decided
against wearing it, but now that she saw the reaction it produced
from Stephen, she was delighted that she had.  Wickedly, she
realized that if the dress produced that kind of response from
her husband who had fucked her a thousand or more times, it was
going to drive the other men half crazy.  She felt her body
shudder at the hot thought.

  "What are wearing under that tiny dress?" Stephen asked.

  "Not much, Honey."

  "Let's see," her husband gasped, his cock already hard.

  "No way, Baby.  You'll have to wait ... just like the other men
at the club."

  It was only a short drive to "The Red Velvet".  When Stephen
pulled their car into the circular drive and stopped before the
front entrance, a valet appeared as if by magic at the passenger
side door and opened it for Angela.  She smiled at the young man,
who appeared to be about 20 or so, and swung her leg out to
emerge from the car.  Angela spread her legs much more than
necessary causing the young man to grin broadly as he stared at
Angela's exposed panties from no more than three feet away.

  She held the pose for him, and much to her surprise, he didn't
look away.  In fact, it was just the opposite.  He moved even
closer ... to within two feet of her exposed crotch.

  "Gorgeous," he whispered to her.

  "Thank you.  Will I see you inside later?"

  "I hope so!"

  "Mmmmm... I'll look for you."

  When Stephen came around the car to take her hand, Angela
continued to keep her legs open until her husband was actually
helping her from the car.

  "Damn!  We're not even inside the club yet, and you've already
got me hard.  You had your legs wide open for that guy!"

  "MMMmmmm... I did, didn't I.  He seemed to like it."

  "I'll bet he did.  Did he say anything?"

  "He moved even closer to get a better view.  He was trying to
see my cunt through my panties."

  "You're kidding me?"

  "No.  He told me my pussy looked 'gorgeous'.   I think he wants
to fuck me

  "Oh Damn!  Come on before you make me cum in my pants."

  Angela grinned.  "Really?  I'd love to make my sexy husband
shoot off in his pants.  Wow!"

  "Well, just keep it up.  I'm getting close already."

  As soon as Stephen opened the door to enter the club, they were
met by Clint and Helen Channing, the club managers.

  "Hi," Clint said.  We were both hoping that the two of you
would come tonight.  We love having new members.  And this must
be your beautiful wife, Angela."

  When Angela extended her hand, Clint ignored it.  Instead, he
wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the lips, not hard,
but full on the lips.  "You're even more beautiful than Stephen
said, and the photo he provided doesn't even begin to do you
justice.  Come on inside and we'll show you around."

  As they entered, Helen Channing also hugged and kissed Angela,
but unlike Clint, she kissed her on the cheek.  Turning to
Stephen, she said, "Well, aren't you going to give me a hello
kiss like Clint gave your wife?"

  Stephen didn't have to be asked twice.  Taking the sensuous
looking blonde in his arms, he pulled her tightly against his
body and gave her an open mouth kiss that Helen returned eagerly.
 It was significantly deeper and longer than the one Clint had
given Angela.  When they finally moved apart, Angela looked at
Clint and said, "Now, I'm jealous.  You didn't kiss me like
that," she said in a mock pout.

  "That's easily remedied, Angela," Clint responded once more
taking her in his arms.  This time the kiss was much harder and
deeper.  Angela responded by opening her mouth to receive Clint's
tongue.  In moments, Clint's tongue was dueling with hers.  The
kiss lasted almost a full minute during which Angela felt Clint's
hands exploring the contours of her ass.  When he moved away, his
hands rose to her breasts, cupped them, and while holding them,
he planted a moist, brief kiss on the top of each globe. 
Stephen's cock was hard... very hard when they moved apart.

  "Shall we give them a tour, Clint?" Helen asked.  When her
husband nodded, she added, "You show Angela the club, and I'll do
the honors for Stephen.  Stephen and I will start at the spa...
you and Angela start at the lounge.  We'll see you later...
probably in the lounge area."

  Without waiting for any mutual agreement, Helen took Stephen's
arm and led him away down through a side door toward the spa
area.  At first, Stephen was uncomfortable at finding himself so
quickly separated from his wife as he had planned to stay by her
side throughout the entire evening.  However, when he felt the
blonde's large breasts pressing into his arm, his anxiety was
rapidly replaced with desire.

  "This is spa, hot tub, and sauna area, Stephen.  As you can
see, swim suits are optional, but most of our members and guests
don't bother with them."

  All around the area, Stephen saw nude and partially dressed
women.  Every woman had her breasts exposed.  Most were naked
save for their heels.  Four men and two women shared the
whirlpool bath, and it was obvious that each woman was being
caressed and stroked by two of the men.  The motion of the
women's arms made it clear  that all four men were being jacked
off by the two women beneath the swirling waters.

  "Make you hard?" Helen asked.

  "Very!"

  "Good.  You're supposed to get hard."  Helen reached over and
closed her hand around his erection.  "MMMmmmm... nice...
thick... and really hard."

  "Everyone's playing around, but I don't see anyone actually
having sex."

  "It's still early, Honey.  In an hour or so, that will all
change."

  "I see.  Well, it doesn't really matter for Angela and I. 
We've agreed that we'll flirt, play around some, but not actually
have full sex with anyone tonight as this is our first time. 
Maybe at a future visit, but not tonight."

  Helen smiled and then laughed softly.  "Did I say something
funny?" Stephen asked.

  "In a way, you did even though it wasn't intentional.  And
please don't be offended."

  "Well, what was so funny?"

  "Just how naive most husbands are about their wives.  All of
you are about the same in that respect."

  "I'm afraid you've lost me.  Why do you think I'm naive?  And
that most husbands are?"

  "If I tell you, do you promise not to tell Clint or your wife?
And I mean really promise... seriously."

  "Ok.  You have my word."

  "Clint and I have been managing "The Red Velvet" for three
years now.  You can imagine how many new couples we've welcomed
on their first visit here.  I don't actually know the number
myself, but it's very large."

  "So?"

  "So... at least 90% of those first-time couples come here
having decided that they will not have sex with anyone on their
first visit.  They've all agreed to just flirt... dance a little.
 The women intend to tease and show off their bodies.  That sort
thing.  Just like you and Angela."

  "Ok.  And?"

  "And at least 80% of the wives of the first-time couples get
very thoroughly fucked on their first visit.  And most of them
get it on with several different men before they leave.  So don't
be surprised if Angela ends up being royally fucked before the
evening is over.

  "To be honest, I would find that surprising... very much so,"
Stephen replied.

  "Don't be.  It's not that the wives are sluts... it's just the
fact that the men are very aggressive and very talented at
seducing women.  That plus they fact that several men will
descend on first-time wives and all work on her at the same time.
 It's pretty hard for a woman not to become intensely excited
when she has three men and six hands working on her at the same
time."

  "But what if the wives say no?  What if they refuse to play?"

  Again Helen laughed, and again Stephen asked her what was so
amusing.  "Stephen," she replied, "women always say no.  100% of
the wives say no just like Angela will.  The men here just
politely ignore their protests and continue to stroke and excite
them.  When a woman pushes one pair of hands off of her tits, two
more hands take their place.  Very few of the wives can hold out
for more than an hour... most are in a frenzy of sexual heat
after just thirty minutes or so."

  "If that's so, how do 15% or 20% of the wives escape... so to
speak?"

  "The few that don't end up being laid usually leave very
quickly once the men begin to fondle them.  You saw how your wife
responded when my husband kissed her, stroked her ass, cupped her
tits, and then kissed them.  Do you think she'll leave?  If she
doesn't, she's probably going to be fucked.  Come on... let's see
the rest of the club."

--------------------------------------------------

  Clint showed Angela the lounge where several women were each 
being openly fondled by two or three men.  Two of the women were
putting up some resistance but as soon as they removed one guy's
hands from their thighs, another man would slide his hands
beneath their skirts even higher than the first man had been. 
The first man would hesitate only moments before returning his
hands to the woman's breasts.

  As Angela watched the erotic seductions in progress, Clint was
behind her pressing his erection into the crease of her ass.  At
first, she moved away, but Clint just followed and pressed
against her even harder than before.  At the same time, his arms
were around her... his hands moving in slow, sensuous circles
over her belly.

  One of the women who had been putting up some resistance was
now being caressed by a third man who had moved up behind her as
she squirmed on the couch between the other two men.  Her skirt
was slowly moving higher and higher on her thighs, both of which
were being caressed by a male hand.  A third hand was rubbing her
mound through the material of her skirt.  A fourth cupped her
right breast and stroked its nipple.  The man behind her was
leaning over sensuously licking and kissing the nape of her neck
as he used one hand to open the buttons of her blouse and the
second to massage and caress her left breast.

  "Who is she?" Angela whispered to Clint who was now working one
hand over her tits and the second over her pussy mound while his
cock continued to thrust gently against her ass.

  "Her name's Marlene.  She's new to the club... just like you."

  "Those men... they're going to fuck her, aren't they?"

  "Only if she wants them to."

  Just then the man behind Marlene leaned over and whispered
something in her ear.  She shook her head.  The hands moved more
insistently... more sensuously... over her body.  The crotch of
her panties were now in view, and all the buttons of her blouse
were open.  Again, the man whispered in her ear.  Marlene's mouth
opened, and Angela heard her moan.  Slowly, her hips lifted off
the couch an inch or two.  The man whispered to her again.  Her
hips rose higher in response.  Hands moved beneath her skirt and
began pulling her panties over her ass and down her legs.  At the
same time, the man behind her pulled one of her breasts free of
her bra.

  "Ooohhhh god," Angela hissed excitedly as she felt her dress
rising higher on her thighs and Clint's hand moving over her
panty-covered cunt.  His hard cock probed and thrust directly
against her ass crease that was now covered only by her panties.
When Marlene's second breast was removed from her bra, Angela
first breast came out of the bodice of her dress.

  Marlene's moans were becoming louder and more frequent as lips
closed over and sucked both of her nipples.  The two men seated
on the couch had spread her so that each man had possession of
one of legs.  Two hands and their fingers worked on and inside of
her pussy.  Marlene's hips, which had fallen back to the seat of
the couch after her panties had been removed, were now arched
high in the air and thrusting against the hands pleasuring her
pussy.  The man behind her now cupped and caressed both of her
tits while the other two continued to suck their throbbing tips.

  "They're going to fuck her!" Angela gasped as two of Clint's
fingers slipped beneath her panties and into her cunt.

  "Of course.  Watch."

  With her ass elevated, the two men easily removed Marlene's
skirt.  A moment later, her blouse and bra joined her skirt on
the floor beside the couch.  Now, six hands and three mouths were
pleasuring the writhing blonde.

  There was no semblance of any resistance from Marlene when the
three men spread her out of the couch.  One man moved to her head
while a second lifted and spread the blonde wife's legs.  At
almost the same time, cocks entered her mouth and cunt and began
furiously fucking the gyrating, moaning woman.

  Angela's hips were now thrusting against Clint's hand as he
worked her engorged clitoris.  When she saw two men watching
Clint finger fucking her, her excitement soared.  Angela and
Marlene came at the same time as the cock inside Marlene's cunt
emptied itself into her throbbing hole.

  "Mmmmm... you came hard, Angela.  I love to feel a woman's cunt
contracting around my fingers when she cums.  The only thing
better is feel it contracting around my cock."

  "Ooohh... Ooohhh... Ooohhh... god... I'm still throbbing," she
moaned.  "I think the guy in Marlene's pussy just came too."

  "He did.  See all the white froth on his dick and smeared over
the lips of her pussy."  Clint fingers continued to strum over
Angela's erect and now very sensitive clitoris.

  "UUMM!  UUMMM!  UUMMM!" Stephen's wife moaned as her hips once
more began to move.

  "They guy in Marlene's mouth is about to cum.  Watch!"

  Angela nodded and moaned when Clint pushed a third finger into
her vagina.  "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"  she groaned.  Then she gasped,
"OOOHH god!  LOOK!  He's shooting all over her face!"

  Clint began rubbing Angela's clitoris hard and fast as the load
spewed all over Marlene's face covering it with semen that
dripped in long ropes from her chin onto her the upper slopes of
her tits.  When she was on the verge of another orgasm, he
stopped, removed his fingers, and led the trembling woman toward
the exit of the lounge.

  Just before they reached the door, they passed another red
couch where two men were double fucking a younger blonde.  She
was mounted reverse cowgirl on one guy who was plowing her
asshole with deep hard strokes while the second man was between
the woman's wide open legs pumping his dick in and out of her
cunt.

  Clint stopped to let Angela watch the woman cum.  He could feel
her body shuddering right along with the blonde being double
fucked on the couch.  Turning to him, Angela moaned, "Are you
going to fuck me?"

  Clint just led her out of the lounge without answering.

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  As soon as Helen escorted Stephen back into the bar area about
an hour after starting the tour of the club, they both saw Angela
seated at the bar.  She was straddling the bar stool with her
heels on either side, her legs wide open.  Some guy or guys had
previously pulled her dress all the way up to her waist so that
her ass hung over the stool, fully exposed except for the crotch
of her panties which were sunk deep inside her ass crack.

  As they watched, two men moved up on either side of Angela and
began chatting with her.  In less than a minute, each man had one
of his hands caressing the hot brunette's naked ass.

  "I think you were right, Helen.  It looks to me like my wife
may very well be fucked before we leave,"  Stephen remarked to
Helen as he watched the men stroking his wife's ass.

  Once more, Helen chuckled at Stephen's comment.  "You're not
very observant, Stephen.  But don't feel bad.  Most men aren't."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "If you look closely at your wife's crotch... just to the side
of her thong... you'll see flecks of semen.  Your sexy wife's
already been fucked at least once."

  Stephen focused his eyes right at the point Angela's thong
disappeared under the bar stool.  The white flecks were obvious.
Someone had fucked her!  "I wonder which of those two guys banged
her?" he said.

  "Neither one.  If they had already screwed your wife, they'd be
off looking for fresh pussy to fuck.  I'm sure my randy husband
did the honors, Honey.  He loves to be the first to bang new
wives who visit the club.  I'm sure he nailed your wife while he
was showing her the club.  Which leads me to ask if you intend to
fuck me?"

  "I want to, of course, but I agreed... in fact, I suggested to
Angela that we not have sex with anyone on this first visit."

  "Your darling wife couldn't hold out... obviously.  Why should
you?  In fact, she'll feel much better if you screw some of the
women here."

  Before Stephen could respond to Helen's invitation, a third man
moved close to Angela.  He reached around her body and cupped her
big tits as he pressed his erection against her ass.  The other
two men deferentially moved aside.

  "Who's that guy?  He seems to be sort of in-charge," Stephen
asked Helen.

  "That's Kent... the club's pro stud.  See how the other two
guys moved aside to give him operating room."

  "Why?  Does he own the club or something?"

  "No.  But he's got a 10-inch, very, very thick cock that's been
in every female member of the club ... most of them several
times.  I think you can be certain that Kent intends to put
another notch on his sex gun with your wife, Stephen."

  As the two of them watched, Kent leaned closer and said
something to Angela.  She  turned to face Kent and dutifully bent
over letting her big tits dangle in front of his face.

  Pulling Angela to her feet, Kent kissed her hard while
squeezing one of her breasts.  Breaking the kiss, he whispered in
Angela's ear.  Immediately, she moved back and pulled both of her
tits out of her dress.  They looked much more erotic and sensuous
... much more obscene... sticking out of the bodice of her dress
than would have been the case if she had been naked from the
waist up.  Kent's hand moved quickly to recapture one of her tits
as he kissed Stephen's wife again.

  This time, when Kent removed his lips from Angela's, he took
her by the arm and led her out of the bar.  "Where's he taking
her?" Stephen asked.

  "Some place where there's a couch or a bed so he can fuck her."

  "Can we watch?  Is it permitted?"

  "There are no locked doors at "The Red Velvet", Honey.  The
regular members here love to watch Kent giving it to a first-time
wife.  There will probably be several men and some women watching
him fuck your wife.  Let's follow them.  We can watch Kent bang
Angela while you fuck me."

  As Helen and Stephen followed as discreet distance behind, Kent
led Angela toward the rear of the club to one of the smaller
lounges.  Helen grinned and said, "I should have known he'd bring
her here."

  "Why's that?"

  "This room is called the "New Wives Lounge".  Club members
often bring new wives here to fuck them for the first time.  The
room's all the way at the back of the club where the woman's
husband can't find her.  By the time the husband sees his wife
again, she's usually been fucked several times.  Let's give Kent
a little time to get started.  Then, we can slip in the door and
use one of the other couches .

  When they did slip into the lounge ten minutes later, Kent had
Angela on her back with her dress up around her waist and her
tits still out.  He had also removed her heels, which surprised
Stephen since he loved to fuck his wife with her still wearing
her heels in bed.  Four men were fondling two women on two of the
other couches in the room as they watched Kent working on
Stephen's wife.

  Kent stood beside the couch holding her leg up by her foot.  He
was sucking and licking her toes occasionally moving downward to
lick and kiss her calf.  Obviously, Angela loved the erotic
sensation of having her toes licked and sucked.  Her mouth was
wide open in a deep moan, and her fingers strummed the wet slit
of her cunt through her sodden panties.

  "Stop rubbing your pussy and stroke my dick with your feet,
Angela," Kent ordered as he dropped his pants to the floor. 
Stephen's cock got iron hard when he saw his wife lie back on the
couch, lift her bare feet, and wrap them around Kent's turgid
organ.  He was every bit as big as Helen had suggested.  It was
at least 10-inches in length and very thick.  The sight of his
wife jacking off that huge cock with her feet almost made him
shoot off in his pants.

  "Oh shit!  That's so fucking hot!" Stephen groaned.

  "Take my tits out play with them, Honey.  Let's not let Kent
and your slutty wife have all the fun," Helen moaned.

  Stephen was far past the point of resisting.  In just seconds,
he had Helen's huge boobs out of her dress and bra.  He cupped
them from behind as the two of them and the two threesomes 
watched his wife jacking Kent off with her feet.

  Helen was beginning to moan when they both heard Kent order
Angela to suck his cock.  Everyone watched as Stephen's wife got
off the couch, knelt in front of Kent, and took his huge dick
into her mouth.  Her grunts and moans filled the room as she
sucked the throbbing phallus.

  "Your turn, Helen.  Suck my cock!"  Stephen ordered.

  "Mmmmmm...  love to!  Why did you wait to so long to tell me to
suck it?  When you get hard at The Red Velvet, Darling.  Don't
waste it.  Tell a woman to suck or to spread her legs."  Helen
quickly got Stephen's thick dong out and, kneeling in front of
him as Angela was doing with Kent, she slipped her lips down the
thick shaft.  At that moment, all four women in the lounge had
cocks in their mouths.

  Kent withdrew his cock before shooting off inside Angela's
mouth.  Lifting her in his arms as if she weighed no more than a
child, he set her butt on a table and began kissing and rubbing
her clit until she was thrusting her pelvis high in the air and
hissing in hot passion.

  "OOOHHH DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE, KENT!  I'M CUMMINIGGGGGG!"

  As if that were the signal, Kent moved in front of Angela and
pulled off her panties.  "Spread wide!"  he ordered.  Angela
jerked her legs up and back and waited on the table with her legs
gaping, her cunt and asshole completely exposed and waiting.

  "Do you want me to suck your clit, Angela?" Kent teased.

  Angela didn't care.  She was going crazy.  She needed tongue on
her clit and cock up her cunt.  "Please... suck meeeeeeeeeee,"
she wailed as her naked ass humped and thrust in invitation.
  Stephen's wife thrust her ass upward and whined as Kent knelt
and moved his head between her thighs.  When he was a few inches
away from the gushing cunt hole, he stopped and blew hot air onto
her excited, throbbing hole.  Her vagina quivered in eager
anticipation.  Her contractions forced some of Clint's semen out
of her hole.

  The tongue tip drove into the open hole and slid upward over
the erect clitoris causing loud female wails to fill the room. 
Kent sucked hard on her clit making it swell and throb inside his
mouth.  Thrusting two fingers into her cunt and another into her
asshole, he worked her G-spot while licking the pulsing shaft up
and down its length.  Stephen heard his wife grunting and moaning
over and over as the tongue forced her clitoris into spastic
contractions.

  "Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh."

  After making Stephen's wife cum twice on his tongue, Kent stood
up and moved into her sex saddle to fuck the howling woman. 
Angela knew exactly what was coming and couldn't wait.  She began
to beg:  "Please... PLEASE!  Put your cock in me, Kent.  FUCK ME!
 I can't wait any longer.  I promised my husband I wouldn't let
anyone fuck me tonight, but I've just got to have it.  I can't
wait to have your huge cock inside me."

  Kent fitted the big cock head into waiting hole.  He pushed
half of the head into her cunt causing Angela to arch her hips
and beg him to put the rest of his dick into her.  Holding her
hips in place, Kent thrust forward and buried eight inches of his
10-inch phallus up Stephen's wife.  Her legs flew up and back. 
Her head arched back as a banshee wail split the air of the room.
 She was cumming as soon as the cock head thudded into her
cervix.

  On the other side of the room, Stephen had Helen bent over the
couch with her dress up around her hips and her panties off.  Her
big tits were swinging back and forth as he fucked her.  The loud
sound of cocks slamming into hot, wet vaginas filled the room. 
Both women moaned with the intensity of the sensations surging
through their pussies... both grunted like hot whores when the
cocks pounded into the end of their sex holes.  Both began to cum
when they felt the men ejaculating inside their overheated
vaginas. The other two women were now pleading with the men for
someone to put a cock into their cunts.

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  Kent had fucked Angela three times before he decided to move on
to other cunts visiting the club that evening.  It seemed to
Stephen that his wife was having continuous orgasms on Kent's
huge dick.  He had screwed Helen twice and was certain that he
had gotten her off at least four times.

  After the second fuck, Helen had excused herself to get back to
her managerial duties and Stephen had left soon after that.  As
he was walking out the door to the lounge, he heard his wife
screaming as she came again.  Looking back, he saw that Kent was
lying behind his wife on the couch holding her tightly against
his body as he nailed his huge sex spike in and out of her
stretched and thoroughly fucked cunt.

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Doris and Angela at the Country Club

  On the drive home from The Red Velvet, Angela was relaxing in
the passenger seat while Stephen drove.  "Well, how did you enjoy
the swing club, Darling?" she asked.

  "I thought it was great.  I had a great time.  Did you?"

  "Oh yes!  It was wonderful.... but I have a confession, Honey.
I know we agreed not to have sex on this first visit, but I just
couldn't hold out against all those men.  They were all over me.
I would push one set of hands away and another pair would take
their place.  They just kept it up and kept it up until I was so
wet and hot I couldn't stand it any longer.  After that, I was
helpless."

  "And then what happened?"

  "And then I got fucked... and fucked again... and again.  I'm
sorry.  I tried but I couldn't hold out against all those sexy
studs.  Are you furious?"

  "No.  I couldn't resist all that pussy either."

  "How many women did you fuck, Honey?"  Angela asked hoping the
number was reasonably big, but not too big.

  "Three... Helen twice, then a woman in one of the orgy rooms. 
Her name was Wilma.  Her husband was with her but all he did was
watch.  While I was there, he didn't screw any of the other
women.  Finally, I made it with Stacy.  She's a black woman... my
very first black pussy.  She kept kidding me about that."

  "Was she good?"

  "Yeah.  She was really wild... and she kept raving about how
thick my cock is.  Now... it's your turn.  How many men fucked
you?"

  "If I tell you, promise you won't get mad?"

  "I know you got banged a lot... so don't worry.  I'm not going
to be angry."

  "I got fucked by 7 different men, Darling.  Kent had a huge...
I mean huge!... 10-inch cock.  He fucked me three times, and I
couldn't stop cumming."

  "How did it all start?"

    "Well, Clint took me to an orgy room during our tour and like
I told you, those guys just kept working on me until I couldn't
resist any longer.  After that, they all fucked me...  five
different men.  Three of them screwed me twice.  Then, after we
left, Clint took me to his office and fucked me twice.  Kent was
the last guy.  He picked me up in the bar area and fucked me
three times like I told you."

  "I've got a confession too, Angela.  I'm nervous about telling
you, but I'm going to anyway.  I've been fucking my secretary
Sera once a week or so for the last two weeks."

  "Wow!  I always wondered if you banged her.  Now I know you do,
and you know what this means don't you?"

  "You're furious?  I have to sleep on the couch?"

  "Don't be ridiculous.  Why would I want my thick-cocked husband
sleeping on the couch when he could be spending the nights
between my thighs.  No... it just means you're one up on me, but
I intend to catch up.  Are you going to get mad when I do?"

  "No, but I will get hard and hot if you tell me about it."

  "Don't worry about that, Lover.  You're going to hear all the
hot details."

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  "Are you kidding me?" Doris Hightower asked Angela in
astonishment as the two women chatted at the country club the
following Monday afternoon.

  "Nope.  Not a bit.  Stephen is banging me almost everyday
now... sometimes twice a day.  Neither of us can get enough of
each other."

  "How the hell did you manage that?  The last time we chatted
you told me that you were going crazy because he only wanted sex
3 or 4 times a month and even on those occasions, it wasn't very
good."

  For the next half hour, Angela told Doris about the erotic sex
games the two of them had been playing.  When she was describing
how she sometimes played a whore named "Gail" for Stephen, Doris
had begun squeezing her thighs together.

  "You slut!  You're masturbating aren't you," Angela had
challenged.

  "Yeah... don't stop telling me about what happened when you
role played as a whore for Stephen."

  When Angela began describing the pickup games they played and
how she almost ended up being fucked by men she had never met
before on several occasions, Doris pulled up her skirt and thrust
her hand between her thighs.  The tablecloth concealed what she
was doing, but it was obvious from the motion of her arm and the
expression on her face.

  "Go on," she husked, her hand moving faster.

  "All this sex play has really turned Stephen on.  He's turned
into something of a satyr.  Two weeks ago, he started banging his
married secretary, Sera.  He said he's fucking once or twice a
week now."

  "Are you angry about that?"

  "I thought I would be, but in fact, all I get is wet whenever I
think about Sera squealing when my stud husband prongs her with
that thick rod of his."

  "I'm about to cum," Doris groaned.

  "Last Saturday, Stephen and I went to a swing club, "The Red
Velvet".  It was wild."

  "Tell me... oh god... oh god....aahhhh... aaahhhh...
aaahhhhh... cumming... I'm cumming, Angela...  uunngghhhh.."

  Angela fell silent and watched.  Doris' body shook several
times as the climax rippled through her.  When her orgasm ebbed,
she hissed, "Go on... tell me about club.  What happened?"

  "You're still fingering your pussy, aren't you?  I can smell
your cunt, Doris."

  "I can't help it.  You've got me so damn hot.  Go on... tell
me!  Please."

  "We were there about two hours total.  Stephen fucked three
different women, one of them twice."

  "JEZZZ!!  In two hours, your husband did it four times?!"

  "I told you that he's turned into a satyr."

  "Can I fuck him?" she groaned.

  "Seriously?"

  "Yes... I know it's outrageous.  It's just my pussy talking and
doing the thinking."

  "How would you feel about a threesome with me and Stephen."

  "I'd love it!  What did you do at the swing club?"

  "I got fucked by seven different men.  Two of them fucked me
once, four of them did me twice, and one guy, Kent, gave it to me
three times."

  "You got screwed 13 times in two hours by 7 different men??"

  "Yeah.  And I loved it."

  "OOOoooohhhhhhhh.... that did it!  Cumming... I'm cumming
again... aaahhhhh.... shit!  UUUmmmmmm!"

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  After Doris had recovered from her second finger-induced
orgasm, Angela asked, "Are you exhausted now?  How do you feel
about setting me up for a massage.  I really want to try out that
guy who can get it up again and again.  What was his name? 
Lennard, I think."

  "With all the sex you're getting now, you still want to make it
with Lennard?"

  "Sure.  Why not.  After Stephen told me was fucking his
secretary regularly, I told him he owed me one and that I was
going to catch up this week.  My plan is to catch up with Lennard
and start letting him fuck me about as much as my sexy husband
fucks Sera."

  "Why don't you want Mark and his big, black 9-inch cock?"

  "The guy who fucked me three times two days ago... Kent... he's
got a 10-inch dick and I'm not ready yet for another 9-inch
monster.  Maybe next time or the time after that.  Right now, a
hard 7-inch cock that stays hard forever sounds really good to
me."

  "Let me call and see if he's free.  It's Monday, which is a
slow time, so he should be available."

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  Lennard showed Angela into the massage room and grinned. 
"Doris said you wanted to try out my... eh... my technique.  I'll
have to thank her for the recommendation.  You look terrific!"

  "What do I wear?"

  "We can start with you wearing your thong.  I'll take it off
when I'm ready to do your buttocks.   I'll be in the next room. 
Call me when you're ready."

  When Angela called out to Lennard that she was ready, he was
pleased to find her lying on her stomach with no sheet covering
her sexy ass.  She had on her thong, but it was pulled so deeply
into her ass crack that it covered essentially nothing.  For the
next 10 minutes, he rubbed oil into her legs, thighs, buttocks,
and back and then kneaded all of her muscles starting at her
shoulders and working downward.

  "Oh hell, Angela.  You really look delicious, and your body is
firm and solid.  It's obvious that you work out.  You've got
great muscle tone," he said as his hand kneaded the muscles of
her calves and thighs rubbing in the oil as he went.

  When he reached her buttocks, Lennard said, "Lift up a little,
Angela, so I can pull your thong down.  I'll be able to do your
buttocks better that way."

  "You'll be able to do a lot of things better with my thong
down, Honey," she grinned as she lifted her pelvis up to allow
the handsome masseur to pull down her panties.  Very quickly her
thong  was pulled below the crease of her ass.  "Oh shit!  Your
butt looks even better than the rest of you."   Angela glanced at
him he worked her ass cheeks.  His growing erection was obvious.

  As Lennard's hands worked her ass, Angela began to moan softly.
 When he moved downward and pushed her thighs further apart so
that his hands could work on the inside of her thighs, her soft
moans grew even louder.  As he stroked, her legs parted even more
to give him room.  Lennard's cock lurched and stood straight up,
tenting his tight shorts, when her cunt came into view.

  He moved down to the end of the table and stood at the side
near Angela's feet.  His hands moved upward, and Stephen's wife
groaned loudly.  Her groans increased in volume when his hand
moved between her legs and began rubbing oil into her the lips of
her pussy.

  "AH god!  That feels fantastic, Lennard.  Do me more!" she
hissed in female heat.

  Lennard did as she asked and within a minute, he had Angela
humping her hips in time to his stroking fingers.  Each time he
moved up the length of her sex trench, she arched her hips and
grunted.  Slowly her legs opened as wide as the table would
permit.  Her face flushed with her impending orgasm.  Lennard
knew the hot married woman was about to cum.  His fingers moved
more rapidly over her now fully erect clitoris.  Her entire body
shuddered hard as she came amid a series of grunts and moans.

  "Oh fuck... I can't believe how fast and how hard you made me
cum, Lennard.  Wow!"

  As Angela's body quivered in the aftermath of her first orgasm,
he began rubbing her back and shoulders.  When he finished there,
he said, "Roll over onto your back, Angela.  I need to do your
front."

  "Oh yes.  Do me there," she hissed as she turned onto her back
and closed her eyes.  She moaned again when she felt him removing
her panties.  The fact that he had not removed her heels was not
lost on her.  Obviously, Lennard was like her husband.  He liked
for his women to be wearing heels when he fucked them.

  Lennard quickly coated the front of her legs with oil and moved
upward to her belly.  After working on her mound and belly for
several minutes, he had Angela's ass humping on the table. 
Moving higher to her big tits, Lennard poured a generous amount
of oil over both of them.

  As his hands began kneading the soft flesh of her tits, his
fingers roamed over her nipples... pinching and pulling them
until they were hard and erect.  Her ass was now thumping
steadily on the table in fuck motions.  As Lennard worked on her
tits, Angela's ass pumped faster and higher ... her legs
spreading even wider.

  Once more, Angela looked at Lennard's tight shorts that clearly
showed his fully erect prick straining to get out.  "Why don't
you take off those shorts and get comfortable, Honey.  Besides, I
want to see that hard sex gun of yours."  She was rubbing her
hand up and down the length of his erection as she made the
suggestion.

  Lennard didn't have to be asked twice.  In a flash, he unzipped
and pulled the shorts down.  He wore nothing underneath so as
soon as they were down, his engorged cock sprang out like a
released tiger.  It pointed nearly straight up, hard... rigid...
throbbing.

  "Oooohhhh... it's gorgeous," Angela gushed.  Her hand moved to
the rigid shaft and began stroking it.  "It's so fucking hard!  I
can just barely pull it downward.  Do you always get this hard?"

  "With women as beautiful as you... yeah... always.  And it
stays hard... even after I cum."

  "Ohhh fuck.... that's what Doris said."  Rubbing her hands over
her own body to coat them with oil, she worked the foreskin of
Lennard's cock up and down over the bloated, throbbing head.  She
pulled him closer until he was right beside the end of the table.
 Scooting downward, she aligned her mouth and wrapped her lips
about the head.  Slowly, her mouth moved further down his shaft.
Lennard groaned and moved his hands back to her pussy and began
finger fucking her cunt while she sucked him.

  Abruptly, Angela got off the massage table and said, "Let's
take this to the bedroom, Honey.  Which way?"

  When Lennard nodded toward a side door, she led him by his cock
through the door into the bedroom.  Sitting on the side of the
bed, Angela once more swallowed his cock.  In this position, deep
throating him was no problem.  On each thrust of her mouth down
his organ, her lips squeezed around the base of his cock while
the big head throbbed wildly two inches down her throat.

  Lennard was obviously trying to hold back his orgasm.  Angela
would have none of that.  She thrust a lubricated finger into his
ass and fucked him there as she rammed his cock all the way into
her throat.  Lennard came helplessly.  Gush after thick gush of
semen fired into her mouth and throat.  Angela swallowed most of
it.

  After his dick stopped throbbing and shooting, she pulled her
mouth off his shaft, which true to his word, was still hard as
iron.  Angela lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide in the
age-old female invitation.

  Lennard moved quickly between her open legs and slowly pushed
every inch of cock into her cunt.  The sensation of entry caused
them both to moan in hot ecstasy.  Angela's hand rose to her tit
and squeezed as her mouth stretched wide open in a series of
passionate groans in response to the steady fucking Lennard was
giving her.  The entire length of his cock entered her gushing
cunt on every thrust.

  Angela spread her legs wider when Lennard began screwing her
even harder.  She was now moaning on every thrust.  Each time
Lennard drove his sex gun down into her hole, she arched her ass
to receive it.  Their bodies were slapping together as they
fucked.  In just moments, Angela exploded in another powerful
orgasm.

  This time, Lennard did not wait for her climax to subside. 
Holding her firmly about the waist, he rolled onto his back
bringing Angela into cowgirl fucking position.  Amazingly, he
executed the switch without ever letting his cock slip from her
throbbing vagina.

  "Fuck hard on my cock, Honey," he ordered.  "I'm going to cum
in you again."

  The words enflamed Angela who began slamming her ass rapidly up
and down Lennard's rigid shaft until finally, she heard him
grunting in the familiar way men always do when they're about to
ejaculate inside a woman.  She screamed when she felt his dick
unloading inside her cunt.

  "PUMP THE LOAD INTO ME, YOU HOT STUD!"

  She was close to still another orgasm, but wasn't quite there.
Groaning in frustration, she tried desperately to cum before
Lennard finished and lost his erection.  She failed and growled
the way women always do when they're denied an orgasm.

  "Oh Shit!" she grunted.

  "What's the matter?  Lennard asked as the last of his sperm and
semen pumped into the bottom of her sex pit.

  "I'm so close.  Please... go down on me..   I want to cum
again," she begged.

  "No problem, but wouldn't you prefer to cum on my hard cock,
Angela?"

  With a shock, Angela realized that her lover was still hard...
maybe not as iron hard as at the start, but still so incredibly
hard most men would pay a fortune for a hard erection like
Lennard still had.  "Oh My God!  You're still hard!!" she
screamed in amazement.

  "I told you.  We've just gotten started, Angela.  Turn around.
Ride me reverse cowgirl style this time.  Use my cock for your
pleasure, Baby.  Make yourself cum hard and good!" Angela was
giggling like school girl being fucked for the first time as she
quickly reversed her position and thrust pussy down on the
waiting hard shaft.  She gurgled with pleasure when it socked
hard and firmly into her quivering sex channel.

  Now assured that her lover could maintain his erection for as
long as she wanted to use him, Angela fucked her pussy slowly up
and down the pleasure-giving shaft.  When she felt like she was
about to cum, she would slow her fuck motions until her orgasm
retreated enough that she could once again pump herself on 
Lennard's prick.

  For almost 15 minutes, she kept driving herself to the brink of
an orgasm and then backing off.  Finally, she knew she couldn't
stand to wait any longer.  Lennard realized this and asked,  "Are
you ready, Angela?  If so, I'm going to ass fuck you like a jack
hammer and make you cum so many times you won't believe it. 
Ready?"

  "OH FUCK YES!  RAM IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

  "AHHHH FUCK!  CUMMING!  HARDER!  AAAHHHHH CUMMING AGAIN... 
UGH!  UGH!  UGH!  OOOHHHH SHIT... CUMMING... GIVE IT TO
MEEEEEEEEE!"

  Angela screamed and shrieked repeatedly as Lennard hammered his
spike in and out of her tight ass.  Already on the naked edge,
Angela came quickly, her vagina and sphincter contracting
repeatedly in hard spasms.  Lennard continued to pound her
forcing her to climax a second time.

  After her second orgasm, Angela rolled to the side off the
pumping rod and lay quivering on the bed.  Lennard allowed her to
rest for five minutes before moving between her thighs ... this
time in missionary position.  When his rampant, engorged cock
sank into her, she raised her legs to allow him easy, full
penetration.  She waited until the full length of his cock was
ramming her cunt and then wrapped her legs about his waist,
locked her ankles, and pulled him hard and deep into her sex
saddle.

  She came again before he whispered that he was ready to cum.

  "Shoot it into me, Stud.  Anytime you're ready."

  "I want to pull out and cream your belly, cunt, and tits.  Ok?"

  "Anything you want, Stud.  You can fuck me any time you want. 
Just call me and let me know when and where you want me.  And you
can shoot your load in me... on me... whatever you like.  So...
pull out and cream me, Lover!  Do it now!"

  "CREAM ME, STUD.  SHOOT THAT HOT LOAD ALL OVER MY CUNT, MY
BELLY, AND MY TITS.  FIRE THAT HOT SEX GUN, LOVER!"

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  That night when Stephen was between Angela's thighs fucking her
steadily, she hissed, "Like my hot cunt, Lover?"

  "Love it," he gasped as she squeezed his dick with her powerful
vaginal muscles.

  "I'm now even, Baby."

  "You fucked someone today?" he asked his cock throbbing even
harder at the information.

  "Yeah.  One of the masseurs at the country club.  His name is
Lennard.  I'll be fucking him regularly... once a week or so...
just like you're doing Sera.  Is that ok?"

  Stephen couldn't answer his wife's question.  He was cumming so
hard inside her pussy that talking was out of the question.  Even
when his orgasm ebbed, he stayed hard and continued to fuck his
hot wife.  "Tell me about it," he gasped already surging toward
another climax.

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