2007-03-14

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

New Year's in Wichita
by RLM

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Sexy wives and young studs always make for a great New Year's Eve Party.

Watching the Bowl Game:

Christmas was finally over and the round of Xmas parties, putting up trees and lights, buying and opening presents, and visiting with relatives was finally over. Paula and I spent a full day cleaning up the accumulated mess of wrapping papers, boxes, tree ornaments, fallen icicles, dishes and glasses from the two parties we had held in our house. As neither of us had to be back at work until January 5th, we had nine days to ourselves with nothing planned. On Dec. 27th, the bowl games were underway and with nothing else to do, I planned to crash in front of the TV set and watch football games without any real interest in who won and who lost.

After dinner, Paula asked, "What should we do tonight? Any ideas? And how about New Year's?"

"We do need to plan something for New Year's. Maybe we'll be invited to a party."

"That's a possibility. And what about tonight?"

"I was just going to watch football tonight."

"Figures," Paula said with some disgust evident in her tone.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"Well... let's turn it around. What if you had asked me what should we do tonight, and my response was 'I was just going to watch a house decorating show on TV'? What kind of response would that have produced from you?"

"I don't think watching a bowl game is the same as watching a house decorating show," I responded defensively.

"Well, that's a really brilliant observation! Absolutely irrefutable... football is not the same as house decorating. I'll have to keep that in mind."

"Why are you so angry," I asked, still obviously on the defensive.

"I'm not angry... not at all. I hope you enjoy the game. Maybe, I'll watch part of it with you."

"Great. I would really enjoy that," I said glad that the debate was over. Picking up the evening paper, I checked the TV schedule and found that coverage of the game would begin at 7:30 PM, which left me almost two hours. I spent 30 minutes reading the newspaper and then decided to see if Paula would like to go out for coffee and a dessert before the game began at 8 PM.

I called her name a couple of times, but got no answer. "She must be taking a nap," I thought. Quietly, I opened the door to the master bedroom so as not to awaken her only to find that the bedroom was empty. The only trace of my wife was the jeans and sweater she had worn at dinner. They had both been tossed onto the bed along with her bra.

"She must be taking a bath," I thought. That thought proved to be partially correct. When I opened the bathroom door, the room was still warm and slightly humid from recent use of the shower. I could also detect the aroma of my wife's perfume, and her face powder and mascara were on her vanity rather in the cabinet where Paula usually kept them.

Now more than a little curious, I checked her closet, but like most wives, she has so many clothes there was no possible way I could tell what she had put on in place of her jeans and sweater. Considering that it was late December, it seemed unlikely that she had decided to go for a walk through the woods in back of our large lot, but the weather was a mild 58 F, so maybe she had taken a stroll.

With nothing else to do before 8 PM, I put on a light jacket and went out back to check. The fall colors had long vanished, and the brook that runs through the area was devoid of its beauty that is so evident during the summer and fall months. Nevertheless, I spent a half hour searching for my wife without success. When I returned, I decided to check on her car. It had been parked in the driveway earlier that afternoon, but no longer. Obviously, Paula had gone somewhere in her car.

Around 7:15 or so, I called Steve and Kari Devoll, who lived a couple of miles away, to see if Paula was visiting them. Kari answered and when I identified myself, she whispered, "If you're calling me for a date, I can't. Steve is here."

"Now that is tempting," I responded thinking about the last time the four of us had gotten together a month or so previously. "But actually I'm just calling to see if Paula is at your house visiting. She was here about an hour ago and I can't seem to locate her now."

"No. She's not here. Maybe she made a trip to the grocery store," Kari suggested.

I thought about the shower, her makeup, her jeans and sweater lying on the bed, and replied, "Maybe, but I don't think so. Thanks anyway. Do you and Steve have anything planned for New Year's yet?"

"Not a thing. Any suggestions?

"I do have one. The four of us... together... doing something... anything... but having fun."

"I like that idea. I'll run it past Steve. Let us know if Paula is Ok."

"I will," I said as I broke the connection.

By 8 PM, Paula was still no where to be found, so I turned on the TV to the bowl game and settled down to watch. Football games used to take about three hours to complete, but that was a long time ago. Now, with rule changes that stop the clock, commercial breaks, longer halftimes and breaks between quarters, it usually take four to four and a half hours to complete a game. This particular bowl game was taking even longer than normal. The third quarter began around 10:15 PM with the game tied 14-all, but still no trace of my wife. She had said she might join me. I was now wondering if she really meant it.

The fourth quarter was five minutes old when I heard our garage door open and Paula's car entering. When she walked in from the kitchen, she said brightly, "Oh good. I see the game is still in progress. I was hoping it would be as I more or less promised that I would watch part of it with you." She sat down on the couch opposite me, crossed her legs, and asked, "What's the score?"

"21-17," I said, but my mind had suddenly left the very close, tense battle being fought on the gridiron and was now focused on my wife. She was dressed in a form-fitting black and gray sweater with a black miniskirt that exposed a generous portion of her breasts and most of her thighs. On top of that, a sexy four-inch, "fuck-me" heel encased her foot that was swinging slowly back and forth.

I lost interest in the game and got a solid hard-on looking at my wife.

"Sounds like it's been an exciting game," Paula commented with a sly smile playing over her lips.

"Where have you been all evening? I looked everywhere for you."

"Five hours of football was a little too much for me... so I went out to Richard's Club, had a couple of cocktails, danced a little, enjoyed myself, and then came home to watch the end of the football game with you."

"Why didn't you ask me if I wanted to go with you or at least tell me where you were going?"

"You were busy watching the football game. Besides, I asked you if you would like to do something tonight, and you made it very clear that you wanted to watch the bowl game on TV. And dancing is not the same thing as football, as you know."

"Ok. You win. I'm sorry. I should have suggested we go out instead of watching the ball game. Did you have fun?"

"Oh yes. Very much!"

I watched my wife, who just smiled back at me. Finally, when it became obvious that I wasn't going to get any additional information about her evening out, I shrugged and said, "Good. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I apologize for not being more sensitive. It won't happen again."

Although I watched the rest of the game with my wife, I couldn't tell you who won. All I could think about was who my wife had danced with and what they had done besides dance. It was after midnight when the game finally ended and we retired to our bedroom.

I desperately wanted to make love to my wife, but after the fiasco of the evening, I wasn't at all certain that she had much interest. Having stripped to my briefs, I was surprised to see Paula still fully dressed sitting at her vanity removing her rings and earrings. Turning her head and looking seductively over her shoulder, her eyes fell to my crotch and my raging erection, which my briefs were not able to completely contain.

"MMMmmm... you're hard, Honey. Really hard!" she whispered.

"It's been that way most of the evening," I confessed.

"Take off your briefs. Show me the rest of it."

I pulled my briefs down until they were bunched below my balls and buttocks. My testicles were high and tight with excitement just below my iron-hard erection that was standing tall at about a 70 degree angle. The bloated, purple head was wet with precum. I moved closer to my wife and thrust my rigid, 8" organ toward her. "It's been like this most of the evening."

"Good. I like my husband hard... rigid with lust for me."

"It couldn't be much harder and I'm dying to make love to you."

"You think you deserve that after tonight?"

"No. Not really, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to."

"I'm fully dressed, and you haven't even touched me tonight... but you're hard like a young, inexperienced, high school boy. Do you always get hard like that when you see a fully dressed woman?"

"Sometimes... especially when they look like you look tonight."

"How do I look tonight?"

"Hot... sexy... sensuous... exotic... Oh god! I want to make love to you!"

"I'll consider it. Sit down on the bed."

I followed my wife's orders and sat on the bed... naked, my cock throbbing even harder with desire.

"Did you jack off tonight while I was gone?"

"No. I thought about it, but it seemed too humiliating."

"You deserve it. Jack off now while I get ready for bed, but don't cum unless you want to forget about making love to me tonight."

Wrapping my hand around my rigid shaft, I began to slowly stroke its length with my wife watching every motion. Sitting down, she opened her legs wide, steepling one knee, to expose the burnt red, transparent panties that were pulled tightly against her cunt. I had to press my legs together tightly to suppress my orgasm.

I almost shot off staring at my wife's wet panties that were plastered against her cunt.

"Careful, Gordon, or you won't be making love to me tonight," my wife warned me again as she pulled down her sweater and her flimsy bra revealing her big 36DD tits.

"God... that bra hardly covers anything," I half whispered... half groaned.

"You noticed," she said sarcastically. "You didn't seem interested in my tits tonight... after all there was a football game on TV. I wondered if other men felt the same way."

My cock throbbed as I wondered how many men had seen my wife's tits that evening.

Paula cupped both of her large melons... squeezed them... then ran her fingers over her swollen nipples. "The football game was on the TV over the bar at Richard's. But all the men seemed to be a lot more interested in my tits than the ball game, Honey. Do you think you enjoyed the game as much as they enjoyed your wife's tits?"

"No. I'm sure they enjoyed you a lot more than I enjoyed the game."

"That's the way it seemed to me too. They kept taking them out of my dress when we were dancing. They must have been enjoying them a lot, don't you think?"

I got even harder thinking about them making my wife leave her tits exposed at the club.

Now I couldn't suppress the groan that escaped my lips. I had to stop stroking my cock to prevent myself from shooting off at the mental image of my wife on the dance floor with some guy hefting and squeezing her tits.

"I didn't give you permission to stop jacking off, Honey. Stroke it!"

"Oh god!" I moaned as my hand slowly began to once more move up and down my jerking shaft. Copious amounts of precum coated the head and ran down my throbbing cock. "Did they really take your tits out on the dance floor or are you just telling me that to get even?"

"Don't you think the men wanted to take out my tits? Half of them were already exposed. Can you think of any reason they wouldn't take them the rest of the way out when they had the chance?"

"No, I can't. Did they?"

"Of course they did. Every guy I danced with took them out. I even had trouble getting them to let me put them back into my dress before we left the dance floor."

My body was shaking... desperate to cum... but somehow I managed to keep from shooting off. "Did they do anything else other than take them out?" I moaned.

"Didn't you see my nipples, Honey. Take a look at them. See how swollen and red they are. A woman's nipples get like that when they're sucked and squeezed until she's about to cum."

Again, I had to stop stroking my cock to keep from cumming. And again, Paula was having none of that. "If you stop jacking that big stick again, you're not making love to me tonight. Understand?"

I nodded and once began to very, very slowly pump my throbbing prick. Even so, I almost shot off when my wife unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She bent at the waist with her ass right in my face.

She was wearing panties, which did surprise me, but they were a sodden mess and the crotch was buried between the cheeks of her buttocks. She wiggled her ass a foot in front of my face causing my cock to lurch and throb. She looked back at me and with an evil smile, asked, "Can you smell me, Darling? Can you smell your wife's hot cunt? Can you smell what you passed up to watch a football game?"

The musky aroma of my wife's aroused and wet cunt filled the room.

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned as the musky aroma of her aroused cunt filled my nostrils making my cock harden into a rigid, unbendable shaft of lust. "Please, Paula. Let me make love to you."

"What's the matter with you? I'm not even naked yet. And jack your cock harder. You're going too slow."

"I'll cum if I do that. Then you won't let me make love to you."

"That's too bad. You should have given up that stupid bowl game. Now jerk it harder... faster... look at my cunt while I pull my panties down."

My wife stood two feet in front of me, her cunt almost level with my eyes, and slowly pulled the wet panties out of her cuntal slit. The swollen, pink lips of her labia clung to the material as it was pulled from within her slit. When it finally slipped all the way out, her lips gaped open, swollen and so wet her fluids had formed droplets all over their surface.

"Like it? Turn you on, Baby?" she whispered as her fingers pried her lips wide open and stripped back the hood of her clitoris exposing it. I stared at her engorged, throbbing sex knob. It was erect, swollen, ready, standing out a half inch at the top of her musky sex hole.

"Jezzz," I groaned. "It's as swollen and red as your nipples."

"Yes... it is. It gets that way when it's been stroked and rubbed over and over for nearly an hour. OOhhh... looks like my darling husband is about to shoot off... do it, Stud. Jack it harder. NOW! JACK IT. LOOK AT YOUR WIFE'S WET SWOLLEN, WET CUNT AND SHOOT IT!"

That was it. I couldn't hold back any longer. My cock just exploded! A huge, thick stream of semen blasted out and arched through the air on a direct line with my wife's open cunt. The spew hit her clit dead on and poured over her belly. The second gush moved lower and shot directly into her open hole. Three more big streams poured over her belly. Amazingly, I saw my wife's clit began to dance and throb. At the same time, her cunt hole pulsed and throbbed... opening and closing as my cum drenched her.

My load covered my wife's belly and pussy and ran down her slit and ass onto the bed.

After my orgasm had ebbed, I fell backwards onto the bed, chest heaving. Paula laid down beside me without bothering to clean herself. Her entire belly and cunt were covered with thick, creamy white strands of my load that had already begun to run down her belly onto her thighs and into her cuntal slit.

I shook my head in disgust knowing that there was now no chance in hell my wife would permit me to make love to her. "Shit! Why did you do that?" I groaned. "You knew how much I wanted to make love to you."

"Then you should have had more control and not shot off like a high school boy! Besides, I didn't want you to make love to me... so I made sure you shot off."

Crestfallen, I groaned, "You didn't want me to make love to you? Are you really that mad at me just because I watched a bowl game?"

My wife reached for me and pulled my body onto top of hers. "I'm not mad... I'm boiling hot for you!" she moaned as her legs wrapped around my hips and her mouth crushed against mine.

Almost instantly, my cock was hard again. "You hot sexy, teasing Bitch! I thought you said you didn't want me to make love to you?"

"I don't. I need to be fucked, Stud. Hard! Really Hard! Please hurry... I need it... Bad!"

"You really sound desperate. How many times have you already been fucked tonight?"

"NONE! You think I would cheat on you just because you're watching a bowl game. I just danced and played around a little with a guy. Please... don't make me wait."

"Then why are you so hot?"

"Oh shit... fuck me! I'll tell you later."

"If you want my cock, tell me now."

"Oohhh god... because I let Errol feel me up... play with my tits and my pussy. He even finger fucked me before I managed to get away. Now come on, Honey... Fuck your slutty wife. She needs it!"

"How did he manage to finger fuck you in the club? Were you sitting at the table with your legs open? What? Tell me!"

"No... not like that... Please!"

"How then?"

"On the dance floor. He had my sweater pulled down... my tits out... Please... put your cock in me... I need it."

"Go on. You're on the dance floor... he's got your tits out... and then what?"

"AAAahhhh... uuummmm... he pulled up my skirt... told me to pull my panties aside... I was just too turned on to resist... and it was so hot."

"And then?"

"Then he put two fingers into my pussy... right there on the dance floor... ooohhh god... please... I've told you. Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

He was doing it to me right on the dance floor, Honey. My pussy was so hot, I couldn't stop him.

"You need more than just cock, you hot slut. That throbbing clit needs to be licked," I grinned as I moved between my wife's spread thighs.

"Wait. Let me clean up first. You just pumped a huge load all over my pussy, Honey. Wait..."

I ignored her and grasped her legs, raising them until them came to rest over my shoulders. Leaning forward, I looked at her wet, gaping cunt covered by several thick ropes of the load I had just shot all over her. In the middle of that pool of semen, I could see her clit slowly throbbing in anticipation. Her hips arched as my tongue slid through the semen onto her engorged clitoris.

"OOhhhh... yesssssssss," my wife hissed with intense female pleasure. "Suck me, you hot pervert stud... aaahhh... lick up your own cum... oohhhh shittt... gonna cummmm!"

My mouth moved over the entire expanse of my wife's pussy as my tongue lapped through the cum, much of it sliding down my throat. When my tongue dug deeply into her sex trench, Paula's breasts began to rise and fall at a faster rate, wobbling in time to her breathing. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip held between her teeth. Every time my tongue moved up the shaft of her engorged, turgid sex button, she emitted a deep groan as her vagina contracted with each stroke. Her tits were now bouncing and quivering with her excitement.

Pushing my hands under her hips, I let a finger press against her anus. Immediately, my wife grunted with throbbing pleasure. Again and again my tongue delved into her oozing hole, each time sliding up her slit to her pulsating clitoris. Swirling my tongue around the throbbing organ, Paula began to screech and howl. Her body tensed as her fists balled and her legs extended rigidly straight up in the air. She hovered on the brink of orgasm, her pussy contracting, juices pouring from her hole. She screamed:

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHH..... MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMMMM.... SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Sucking the dancing organ into my mouth, I lashed her throbbing clitoris up and down the shaft with my tongue as two fingers worked inside her cunt on her G-spot and another finger fucked in and out of her ass. My wife emitted a series of grunts, moans, and wails as her cunt clamped shut and then spastically opened wide only to clamp shut almost immediately... over and over.

Paula's cunt gushed and exploded in a series of intense contractions.

Shoving my arms beneath my wife's legs, I levered them up and back until I had her bent almost double, her cunt a gaping wet, throbbing hole directly in line with my raging erection. One sudden thrust of my hips shot my cock into Paula's pussy. Her reaction was a loud cry of pure bliss. Her back arched, her hips thrust upward to take the phallus deep inside her sex channel.

I began fucking my wife with long strokes as my hands squeezed her tits and pulled and twisted her engorged nipples. Her hips worked with me... thrusting up as I rammed my cock down into her hole. Her cries of passion mixed with my masculine grunts of pleasure as I fucked her.

Gradually I stepped up the pace and force of my thrusts, which were now so hard they were making Paula's entire body jerk. She was making unintelligible sounds of female excitement as the wet sounds of our fucking and the musky aroma of her climaxing cunt filled the air.

Paula was having near continuous orgasms as my own peak approached. She felt my cock jerking and expanding inside her cunt. In response, her legs locked around my waist in a near death grip. Her powerful thigh muscles pulled me deep within her boiling sex cauldron that clamped and throbbed about my shaft.

I drove my prick deep into my wife's pulsing cunt and pumped her full of hot cum.

"FUCK YOUR LOAD INTO ME, STUD. CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEE!!" my wife screamed. A moment later, my buttocks contracted and the first cum gush fired into her waiting cunt. This was followed by four or five more until the load was spewing out of her tightly plugged cunt and cascading down her ass cheeks.

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Invitation to Wichita:

At breakfast the next morning, Paula was still contrite about the previous evening.

"Gordon, are you angry with me for that stupid stunt I did last night? Please... tell me the truth."

"The truth? Ok. No. I'm not angry. I should have been more sensitive to your needs. The bowl game was of minor importance. It was just something to do. If I had paid more attention to the tone of your voice and your body language, I would have realized that I was hurting you by suggesting that watching a pointless football game was more important than my wife."

My wife started to interrupt, but I held up my hand, and she stopped. "Now, having said that and having accepted most of the blame for what happened, I do think you went too far. Going to Richard's was fine. Dancing with a guy or guys was also fine. Even letting them feel your big, delicious tits would have been within reason, but making out with a guy the way you did was overkill. That something to do when we're together, when we can discuss it, and when we can both enjoy it... you while you're doing it... me while watching my incredibly sensuous wife turning a man on. Ok? Now it's my turn to ask if what I just said makes you angry?"

For her answer, Paula came around the table, seated herself on my lap, and proceeded to give me a series of open-mouthed, passionate kisses with her tongue exploring mine. After five minutes, she had given me a rigid erection that was thrusting against her ass.

Without saying a word, she stood up, straddled my legs, and lowered her body so that my cock was pressed along the entire length of her slit. Once in place, she gave a lap dance that would have put the most seasoned whore to shame. In less than a few minutes, I was thrusting wildly against her on the verge of cumming in my pants.

My wife's hot cunt was about to make me cum in my pants.

Leaning forward, my hotwife whispered, "Want me to make you cum in your pants? Or would you rather take it out and fuck your hot whorish wife?" she grinned devilishly.

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That afternoon I drove our van to the dealership to have its 10,000 mile maintenance check and also to run some errands. It took longer to service the van that I had anticipated so it was almost 5 PM by the time I managed to return home.

As soon as I entered, I could smell the delightful aroma of a pot roast and of freshly made bread. In addition to being talented, smart, drop-dead gorgeous, and hot as fire in bed, my wife is also a great cook. If she didn't make me exercise so much fucking her, I'd be a hundred pounds overweight by this time.

I opened up a bottle of red wine to go with dinner and set the table as she was putting the food out.

"Is the van all serviced and ready for a trip?" she asked as we dug into the delicious meal.

"Absolutely, but what trip?"

"We got a call while you were out from Bev and Earl Peters. You do remember them I'm sure," she said with a grin.

Bev and Earl were a swinging couple from Wichita with whom we had partied a couple of times over the past two years. Paula's grin was the result of Bev being much wilder and more aggressive in bed than her husband, a fact that had pleased me enormously. To my wife's credit, she was actually sincerely happy about that situation since usually the men are much more eager than the women. She was delighted for me when, for once, that situation was reversed.

"What did they have to say? Are they going to be in our area?" I asked.

"No. But they're planning a hot New Year's Eve party and want us to drive to Wichita."

"That's about a seven hour drive each way," I commented. "Going to be a long, boring trip, and we're going to be pretty tired when we arrive. Do you want to go?"

"Well, it does solve our problem of having nothing planned for New Year's, and Bev suggested we come up on Dec. 30th so we'll have a day to rest before the party on the 31st. Besides, it might not be as boring a trip as you think. Bev wants us to invite two other couples so there will be six couples at the party. So there'll be us and two other couples along on the trip. I doubt that it will be boring. What do you say?"

"That does sound like fun. There's plenty of room in our van... two in the front... two in the middle seat, and two in the back. Did Bev tell you anything about the party?"

"She did. We're supposed to get there in the early afternoon of Dec. 30th, have dinner, and relax during the evening. There will undoubtedly be some fun and games too. The next day, we will attend a company party and dance, and then return to their house for our own party. A late breakfast/brunch the next morning on New Year's Day... followed by more partying... leave for home around 2 or 3PM and arrive home between 9 and 10 PM."

"Did they invite any single guys?"

"I don't know. Bev didn't mention it one way or another. Well? Do we go or not?"

"I vote yes, but your vote overrules mine if you vote no. And I won't mind at all."

"I know you wouldn't... but after last night, it's your turn. Let's do it."

"Great! How do you feel about asking Steve and Kari for one of the couples?"

"MMMmmmm... I think you know how I feel about that. Steve is H and H... hung and hard! Who else?"

"I picked Steve and Kari. You choose the other couple. In fact, don't tell me. Let it be a surprise when we pick them up."

Slowly, the devilish smile that I knew so well crossed my wife's face. "Whatever you say, Lover. I'll see if I can't surprise you."

I had a brief moment when I thought better of my suggestion, but I put the thought out of my mind.

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At 7 AM on Dec. 30th, I was preparing breakfast for us while Paula got dressed and did some last minute packing. The van had been completely serviced and was ready to go. I had told Steve and Keri we would pick them up at 8 AM or a little later, but I still had no clue about the other couple Paula had invited. She had just told me we would pick them up after the Devoll's.

I had just put the eggs and bacon on the table and was pouring the coffee when Paula entered the kitchen. As I expected, she was dressed casually, but provocatively. Her tan, sleeveless blouse was held up by two straps circling her neck. Its plunging neckline showed off a generous portion of her big tits that I was certain Steve would enjoy during the trip and whoever the other guy was. Her black skirt was short coming to about midthigh. She was wearing black sandals but no stockings.

Looking at my wife, I was pretty certain she would be screwed before we got to Wichita.

"You think this is ok for the trip?" she asked, turning around to give a good view from all angles.

"I think it's perfect. Not so sexy I won't be able to drive, but sexy enough to make the trip interesting. Have you told Kari what you'll be wearing? We don't want to start the trip with her being embarrassed about what she's wearing on the trip."

"Oh absolutely. We discussed it last night. Just enough to keep you guys interested but not so much we get raped on the way there."

"Raped? How can a guy possibly rape a woman who's more eager for it than he is?"

"Oh shut up! Just put the food on the table. Leave the funny, witty comments to me."

At 7:40, we were on our way to the Devoll's.

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Steve and Kari was waiting for us on their front porch when we drove into their driveway. I opened the back of the van and helped Steve load their three suitcases on top of ours. Kari had prepared some snacks for the trip and Steve had brought some beer and wine. As I was driving, I wouldn't be having any of the drinks. Kari knew this and had brought along some diet sodas for me.

Without anyone bothering to mention it, Kari got into the front seat with me while Steve and Paula took the seat right behind. As Kari sat took her seat, she turned toward me, smiled seductively, and then steepled her left leg while holding it at the knee. The entire expanse of her luscious thigh was exposed and even a small amount of her very delicious looking pussy. I thought she was wearing a thong but couldn't be certain.

Kari was dressed even hotter than Paula. I didn't think she was wearing panties.

As I stared at her exposed legs and did my best to see her pussy, she grinned, "Do I look ok for the trip, Gordon?"

"Trip? What trip? Why don't we just go up to your bedroom and forget the trip?" I suggested.

Kari beamed her appreciation of my complement with a big smile, and from the seat behind us, I heard my wife ask Steve, "How about me. Do I look good enough to keep you interested?"

"Both of you look hot as hell," Steve responded. I just hope Gordon can concentrate on the driving so we get there in one piece."

I backed the van out of the driveway, turned to my wife, and asked, "Ok. Who is the third couple and which way is it to their place?"

"It's Errol and Marilyn Rawlings. Just drive toward the interstate. They're on the way. I'll tell you when to turn when we get closer."

"Who are they?" I asked. "Steve, do you and Kari know the Rawlings?"

"No, we don't," Kari replied. "How do you happen to know them, Paula. Are you sure they know about the nature of this party?"

"Yeah, they know," my wife replied.

"Well?" I said.

"Well what?" came Paula's response.

"Oh come on. Don't be coy," Kari chided. "How do you know them?"

"Ok. I guess I have to fess up. The day after Xmas, Gordon was glued to the TV watching a bowl game when I wanted to go out. I got pissed and went out without him... in fact, I didn't even tell him I was going out. When he looked around the house for me later, I was already gone.

"While Gordon was spending four hours watching football, I was at Richard's Club flirting and dancing, primarily with Errol who was there with his wife Marilyn. After a couple of hours and several drinks, I was feeling no pain and Errol was feeling me."

"Really?" Kari said, obviously surprised. "How far was he going with his wife there?"

"All the up to my pussy and in it," Paula confessed. Anyway, after another hour, Errol had both of us hot and wet. He suggested that we head back to their place for a threesome. Marilyn was all for it, and so was I for that matter, but I felt badly about leaving Gordon out. So I told them what the problem was and we agreed to get together at some later date. As things turned out, this is the later date."

"I wonder what seating arrangements my wife has planned for the trip," I said sarcastically.

"Well," she said blushing not just a little, "I'm sure Errol wants to sit with me. I left him hard and hot the other night at Richard's. I thought Errol and I would take the back seat for the first part of the trip, with Steve and Marilyn in the middle seats, and you and Kari up front. We can switch off later. Does anyone mind? I hate to disappoint Errol a second time."

Kari took one look at me, ran her hand lightly over my crotch and said, "I think those are great seating arrangements."

Steve had a question, however... the obvious one. "What does Marilyn look like?"

"She's about 36, platinum blonde, sexy and hot. You'll like my seating plan... believe me."

"I'm liking it already," Steve said with a broad smile.

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Steve liked it even more when Errol and Marilyn walked out of their house to join us 15 minutes later. Marilyn was wearing a black dress with a plunging top that exposed most of the inner halves of her breasts to the nipples. If that wasn't enough, her dress was so short that there was no way she could sit without showing off most of her thighs and legs. The slightest bit of carelessness on her part gave us a great view of her transparent black panties.

After the introductions, Errol turned to my wife with a big grin as he joined her in the back of the van. Marilyn sat down beside Steve, giving him a big smile as she crossed her legs revealing her panties as she did so.

When Marilyn crossed her legs, Steve got a great view of her thighs and panties.

"You're just gorgeous," Steve said softly to the ravishing platinum blonde.

She blew Steve a kiss and leaned over the seat. "Hi, Gordon. I've been looking forward to meeting you. Did Paula tell you about meeting us at Richard's earlier this week?"

"She did... finally. Not at first, but she finally fessed up."

"Did you get mad?"

"No, more worried than mad. Then later... I just got hard."

"I can imagine, but I doubt that you got as hard as your wife had my husband. I thought he was going to cry when Paula told him she had to get home to you."

"I'll bet he did."

"Yeah... he was griping and complaining the rest of the evening that you were going to get all the benefit of his work at Richard's. Did you?"

"Yeah... I did. Big time. Remind me to thank Errol."

"I don't think that'll be necessary. Your wife's probably going to make it up to him the way he likes best on this trip and later in Wichita."

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We hadn't gone more than 50 miles before Kari snuggled up against me. A moment later, her hand was in my lap stroking my cock which got hard almost immediately.

"You have to stop that, Kari. Obviously, you know I love it, but we want to get to Wichita in one piece. I'll have a wreck if you keep that up."

Kari's big tits were on display for me while she stroked my rigid cock.

"Spoil Sport!" she pouted, but she did stop. "You're right, I know, but you have such a gorgeous, big, hard cock. I just love it, and it's been too long since I've enjoyed it. Am I going to get to enjoy it this weekend?"

"Do bears live in the forest?" I asked.

At that moment, we heard a deep female groan coming from the back of the van. I glanced in my rear-view mirror but couldn't see the back seat. Steve and Marilyn both turned around to see what Errol was doing to my wife in the back seat.

"What's happening back there," Kari asked in a whisper.

"Just what you think is happening," Marilyn grinned. "My stud husband is doing what he wanted to do to her the other night before she ran home to her husband."

Two more feminine groans came from the back seat. My cock got even harder. "Is he fucking her?" Kari asked.

"Not yet, Honey. Errol takes his time. He's got plenty of it on this trip. He'll make her beg for it before he puts it in her."

"Oh god!" Kari sighed, her hand moving between her thighs where it began to slowly stroke her excited sex.

From right behind me, I heard, "MMMmmmmmm... don't stop, Honey."

"That wasn't my wife moaning," I said to Kari. "It must have been Marilyn."

"I was. My darling husband has that blonde's tits out playing with them. She's holding them up for him to squeeze and suck. I wish you could play with mine."

Marilyn's had both tits out for Steve's pleasure.

Between groans, we heard Marilyn urging her husband on. "Take off her panties, Honey, and pass them up here to the front. I'm sure Gordon would love to see just how hot you're getting his hot, sexy wife."

A couple of minutes later, Steve's hand extended over the seat toward me holding my wife's panties. All of us could smell the musky aroma of her aroused cunt coming from them. "Is she naked now?" I asked while keeping my eyes on the highway.

Kari relayed my question. "Gordon wants to know if Errol has Paula naked yet."

"I'll check," I heard Steve saying. That's my friend Steve. Always willing and eager to help out a friend. A moment later, he relayed the information. "Not yet. She's still got her skirt, blouse, bra, stockings, and heels on. But her blouse is open, her bra is down, her tits are out, and her panties are off. And Errol says to tell you that your wife's legs are wide open."

Errol had Paula's panties off, her tits out, and her legs wide open.

"AAhhh... UGh! UGH! Yesss... like that! Lick it, Errol. Suck MMeeeee...!!"

Kari leaned closer and said, "I guess we don't need to ask what's happening to make your wife moan and beg like that, do we? Pretty self-evident."

If my cock wasn't already hard enough, Marilyn leaned over the front seat and said hotly, "You're wife getting what she should have gotten the other night, Gordon. Errol's gonna fuck her, Honey."

"Oh fuck," Kari moaned. 'My pussy is soaking wet. Wanna feel me, Honey? You won't have a wreck if you just spend a moment feeling how hot and wet I am."

"We'll switch around after we make the first rest stop and you can enjoy Errol." I said keeping my eyes riveted on the road.

From the seat behind, Marilyn said, "Go on, Gordon. Feel her pussy. Her husband's having a great time feeling mine."

I was still struggling to keep my eyes glued to the highway when once again I heard my wife in the back of the van:

"OOOHH GOD! I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG... AAAHHHHHHHHH!"

My will power had reached its limits. As Kari stared over the seat at Marilyn's hips hunching in hot fuck motions as her husband's fingers exploring beneath her panties, she felt my fingers between her thighs stroking up and down the length of her wet slit.

"Oh Yes! Feel me, Honey," she gasped. As her hips danced, we heard Marilyn moaning right behind us.

Marilyn's legs were spread wide open inviting Steve into her sex saddle.

"Ooohhhh fuckkk... Gordon's doing it to me too, Marilyn," Kari moaned.

"Are you in her, Gordon?" Steve asked as he pushed a second finger into Marilyn's throbbing vagina.

"Well, I'm in something hot, wet, and tight. I'm pretty sure it's your wife's pussy."

"You better believe it, Honey. Your wife is getting her pussy finger fucked right now," Kari moaned in answer to her husband's question.

With all three women moaning, the atmosphere in the van was hot and sensuous. It became even more so when my wife began screeching and howling. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I saw her legs up in air, jerking back and forth, her toes curling. Since Errol and Paula were right in front of the large rear window of the van, any car pulling up behind us was going to be treated to a great view of a woman with her legs up being soundly fucked.

"Paula!" I yelled frantically. "Put your legs down. All the cars behind us will know you're being fucked and someone may call the highway patrol."

Paula's legs were up and jerking wildly in the rear window.

"Oooohhhh... can't... can't," my wife squealed. "I'm being fucked... oooohhhhhhhh..."

"You can still put your legs down," I protested.

"Noooo... can't... he won't let meeeeee... uuunnggh... ugh ugh... Errol's screwing meeeeeee... legs up... uughh! ugh! aaahhh!!"

From that point, every thing Paula was saying became the meaningless babbling of a woman in the throes of an intense orgasm. "Damn! This could be bad if some prude sees her being fucked," I said somewhat desperately.

Fortunately, Marilyn leaned over her seat and yelled at her husband, "Didn't you hear what Gordon said, Errol. You might get us arrested and ruin the entire weekend. Let her put her legs down! NOW! Just put your hands under her ass... that'll keep her pussy elevated so you can finish fucking her."

Apparently, Marilyn's screams had penetrated Errol's brain, which was amazing considering the fact that his brain was now buried at the bottom of my wife's cunt, because in the rear-view mirror, I saw my wife's legs disappearing down behind the rear seat. Her grunts and moans continued unabated, however.

We had been on the road over two hours, so, seeing a service area ahead, I announced. "We're gonna make a pit stop in about 3 or 4 minutes... so make yourselves presentable."

Kari moved her pussy off my fingers... I thought reluctantly, and I heard Marilyn and Steve rearranging their clothes behind me. However, Paula's gasps and moans didn't stop even when I pulled into the rest area. We didn't need gas so I parked off to the side away from the service area.

"Ok. Let's take 10 or 15 minutes for a rest break. If you're hungry, there's a Subway sandwich shop inside."

Steve, Kari, Marilyn and I got out of the van, and I locked it for safety. As we walked into the service building, I looked back at the van and saw that it was rocking back and forth on the shocks. Anyone over the age of 10 who noticed it, wouldn't have much problem figuring out what was causing the van to rock like that.

I used the men's room, washed up, and picked up some hard candy for the trip. Kari and Marilyn were still in the ladies room so Steve and I stood at the door watching the van. The rocking was increasing in frequency and amplitude. Steve shook his head and said, "Damn... Errol is fucking the shit out of your wife, Buddy."

"Yeah... I think he's punishing her for leaving him high and dry at Richard's a few days ago."

"Some punishment," Steve remarked dryly.

"I know. If he keeps 'punishing' her like that for much longer, she's gonna move in with the Rawlings."

When Kari and Marilyn joined us, I asked, "You girls ready to leave?"

"Yeah. We're ready," Kari responded.

"Fucking shit! Look at that!" Marilyn gasped motioning toward the back of the van that was now actually bouncing.

"We know. Your husband is giving my wife the hardest screwing she's had in awhile."

"No. It's the other way around. Look!"

Staring at the rear window of the van, we saw the top of Paula's head rising just above the bottom of the window and then quickly disappearing below it... back and forth... very rapidly. "Your hot wife is hammering her ass up and down on my husband's cock. He's the one getting the hard screwing." Marilyn gasped, not just a little surprised.

"Come on. Let's leave before we start attracting a crowd," I said.

We quickly piled back into the van and found the inside thick with sexual aromas. As I was pulling back onto the highway, Errol was screaming: "I'm gonna cum! Gonna shoot in another load, you hot Bitch. Fuck your ass on that cock, Baby!" Before I had covered a mile, both of them were cumming.

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Party in Wichita: Arrival and First Day:

We arrived in Wichita around 3 PM. Bev and Earl Peters came out of their home to greet us as we pulled into their driveway. Earl said it would be fine to park there as we would be taking our van to the Party tomorrow.

We had partied with Bev and Earl on two previously occasions, and she looked every bit as good today as she had then. Of course, I was prejudiced as she always seemed pleased to see me again. This time was no exception as she planted a passionate kiss on my lips after I had shook Earl's hand and introduced them to the Devoll's and to the Rawlings.

When we had all entered the house, Bev introduced all of us to Stacy and John Sharp. It was the first time we had met them, and it was immediately obvious that John was very taken with my wife judging from the prolonged kiss he gave her after then had been introduced. I thought Stacy was a sexy-looking woman as well. She was a dark-headed, sultry beauty, but our kiss was much more reserved than the one John and Paula had shared.

I had half expected Errol to play the part of a Don Juan with Bev and Stacy, but apparently, my wife had worn him out as he didn't even take the opportunity to kiss the two women.

The Peters had a very large home with four bedrooms and a basement where they had placed two temporary mattresses and a cot so that there would be adequate space for the five couples. In fact, it seemed like the extra mattress and cot in the basement were more than needed, so I asked about it.

"Bev, Is everyone you invited to the party here now?"

"Yeah, five couples, you and Paula, the Devolls, the Rawlings, the Sharps, and Earl and I. That's it."

"Then why the extra mattress in the basement and the cot?"

Bev grinned. "Well, you guys tend to wear out... so I invited a couple of single guys to join us tomorrow."

With a laugh, I commented, "I should have guessed. So the extra mattress and cot are for them."

"Probably not... my guess is that they're going to be in bed with the women. The extra space is for the convenience of any husband who gets... how should I put this... who gets 'displaced'."

"Ok. Understood. Who gets which bedroom?"

"Earl and I have the master bedroom. All of our clothes and toilet articles are already there. The rest of you will draw lots for the basement and the other three bedrooms. That Ok with everyone?"

We all gathered in the dining room, and the wives drew for bedroom assignments. Paula and I ended up in one of the upstairs rooms while the Devolls drew the basement, which was the most spacious. Since the basement was completely refinished into what was normally a den/game room, it was probably the best of the available rooms except for the master bedroom.

For the next hour or so, we carried out suitcases into our rooms, hung up our clothes and laid out our toilet articles. The men, of course, finished before the women, and we just naturally gathered in the den for a drink and snacks that Bev had laid out for us.

Sitting down beside Errol, I asked, "Well, are you still angry with my wife for leaving you high and dry the other evening?"

"Hell no! She's fantastic! You're a lucky man, Gordon."

"I know. She normally would never have left you hot and hard the way she did, but she was feeling guilty about going out without telling me."

"I understand. In fact, I understood at the time. I was just hoping that I would get another chance at some later date. It came sooner than I expected. I know it was probably hard for you to drive with your wife screaming and moaning like she was. I'm sorry about that. I was just so hot for Paula, I couldn't really stop."

"I didn't expect you to. Anyway, Paula told me before we left that she was going to fuck you on the trip. She asked me if I was Ok with that. Obviously, I was."

Errol nodded and then looked around the room. All five men were there as well as Bev. "Let's step outside for a moment. I'd like to speak to you privately."

Now curious, I rose and we strolled out into the back yard pretending to look over the grounds. "What's up?" I asked.

After checking to see that we were alone, Errol asked, "Do you know the Sharps? Have you and Paula swung with them before?"

"No. We just met them. How about you and Marilyn?"

"We spent an evening with them a few months ago. They answered an ad we had placed."

"And?" I asked, now very interested in where this was leading.

"Marilyn and I really like you and Paula, so I just wanted to give you a 'heads-up', so to speak, about Stacy."

"What about Stacy? She looks really hot."

"I know. That's what I thought too. But the fact is that I spent two or three hours in bed with her trying to get her off without any success at all.

"Now, maybe it was my fault, but I've not had that problem before. Don't get me wrong. She was very cooperative... not at all frigid. I think I got off three times that night, but I just could not bring her to an orgasm. She told me later not to worry about it... that she can never cum unless she's with a black guy."

"I've never seen or even heard of anything like that."

"Neither had I. I just wanted to give you a warning. Maybe you'll be successful where I wasn't, but forewarned is forearmed, so to speak. My ego was really shattered... it was a week before I recovered, and that took a lot of help from my wife and one of her female friends."

"Thanks, Errol. That's very considerate of you to warn me like this. I'll certainly keep what you've told me confidential, and if I end up with Stacy, I'm sure what you've told me will help keep my male ego intact if I have the same experience."

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Bev and Earl had made reservations for 10 at an excellent Italian restaurant. Before we got to the restaurant, Bev explained the seating arrangements... men and women alternated and husbands and wives could not sit together. Since no one objected, I enjoyed dinner with Marilyn on one side and Stacy on the other. Paula was on the other side of the table seated between Steve and John.

All through dinner, I kept thinking about what Errol had told me about Stacy. She was so sultry and beautiful, it seemed almost impossible to believe. In any case, I enjoyed having a dark-headed beauty on one side of me and a sexy platinum blonde on the other.

While I was enjoying my veal scaloppini, I noticed that Paula seemed to be staring out into space paying no attention to the food. At first, I wondered if she felt all right, but then I noticed that John had his right arm under the table. As I watched, I saw it slowly moving... back and forth. It was obvious that he was playing with my wife's legs or more under the table.

For a while, I alternated between eating and watching John working on my wife. Suddenly, I saw Paula's eyebrows raise in surprise as she looked over at Steve. Glancing at his left arm, I saw that it was also out of sight beneath the table. Now my wife had two men playing with her beneath the table.

Although I couldn't see beneath the table, it was easy to visualize how they must have my wife spread.

At that moment, John turned to my wife, and I heard him say, "How's the dinner? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh yes. The food is very good," Paula replied.

"I think you'd enjoy it even more if you let yourself open up to the enjoyment of the ambiance," John said with a smile that was almost a leer.

It didn't take high-level rocket science to figure out that he was telling my wife to open her legs so that they could get at her better. Paula squirmed a little in her chair... looking first at John... then at Steve. I saw her sigh and relax. I was certain that not only had her body relaxed, but so had her legs. A moment later, I got confirmation as both John and Steve's arms moved inward toward their bodies as they pulled my wife's thighs open.

Paula's eyes closed and her tongue slowly licked her upper lip. She was now making no attempt to eat. Her body shifted slightly as her legs opened even wider. I wondered if the men had their hands on my wife's pussy yet.

"Is your food all right?" I asked my wife.

Paula seemed startled by my question, her body moved and shifted as she quickly closed her legs. "Oh, it's fine, Honey. The wine is sort of going to my head, I guess."

"Do you need to go out to the car and lie down?" I asked knowing that it wasn't the wine going to head that was the problem... it was male hands going to her pussy.

"Oh no. I'm fine. Besides, I haven't finished eating yet."

I nodded and went back to eating. As I did so, I again saw John and Steve's arms moving to pull my wife's legs open again. This time, I saw Paula's body give a small shudder. Obviously, one or both of the men had reached her panty-covered pussy.

Stacy leaned over toward me and whispered in my ear, "Have you been watching your wife for the last ten minutes?"

"No. I just noticed that she wasn't eating," I lied.

"She's not eating because Steve and John are both playing with her legs and probably her pussy by this time. Just watch. You'll see."

I nodded at Stacy and alternated eating with glancing over at Paula. Once more, I saw her body shudder slightly. Again, Stacy whispered, "Did you see her body tremble? I think both of them have their hands on your wife's pussy now."

Turning to Stacy, I smiled and said, "I agree. In fact, I'm sure of it."

Paula was doing her best to eat, but not being very successful in her attempt. Stacy and I had finished dinner and one or the other of us kept watch on what was happening to my wife. When her mouth slowly opened, it was my turn to lean over and whisper to Stacy, "One of them just got his fingers under her panties. She just had a small orgasm, I think."

"She did... women can always tell things like that, Honey."

Paula had now pushed her plate away, making no attempt to finish her dinner. Her body was now slowly moving on her chair. I looked at Stacy, and she nodded, smiling. We both knew that Paula was being finger fucked.

We realized it wouldn't be long before my wife had an orgasm. The only uncertainty was how soon it would come. However, before it did, we watched as Paula leaned her elbows on the table and using them for support, raised herself up from her chair.

"My god," Stacy gasped. "They're taking off her panties right here in the restaurant!"

Both Steve and John were working their hands beneath the table, obviously pulling my wife's panties from under her ass and then down her thighs. Once they were down around her calves, we could see Paula working her legs to get them off. We knew when she had succeeded because Steve bent over and reached under the table. Others around the table probably thought he had dropped something, but actually, it was my wife who had dropped something... her panties, and Steve was picking them up. A moment later, they disappeared into his pants pocket.

My wife's legs were open and her panties were off. Her naked cunt was now at the disposal of both Steve and John.

With her pussy now naked, it took Steve and John less than a minute to make my wife cum. When her climax surged through her, she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. They didn't let her rest. I could see their arms moving working my wife toward another orgasm. Her body shuddered as her body wriggled in the chair when it engulfed her cunt and clit. Her tits were heaving as she came. By this time, every woman at the table knew my wife had just had two intense climaxes, and they quickly informed the men.

On the drive back to the Peter's house, John and Steve were in the back of the van with Paula. There was enough light for me to see that they had her tits out and, I was certain, her skirt up around her waist. At least they waited until we were home before they started fucking her. But they didn't waste any time once we were there. Before I had gotten the car parked and entered the house, neither Steve, John, or Paula was any where to be found. I didn't have to ask what had happened to my wife. They undoubtedly already had her in our bedroom with her cunt and mouth filled with their cocks.

Unable to resist, I went upstairs and quietly approached our closed bedroom door. My wife's moans were so loud there was no need for me to press my ear against the door to hear what was happening.

"AH! AH! AH! UUNNGGHH! AH! AH! AH! UUNNGGHH! Oh Yes! Like that, Honey. Fuck me! AH! AH! AH! UUNNGGHH! FUCK ME! HARDER! HAR....MMMMPPPFFFFF..."

Something had cut off Paula's moans in mid-word. It wasn't difficult to figure out what it was... either Steve's or John's hard cock has just been shoved into her mouth and throat. As I listened to the protesting bedsprings squeaking, my hand was squeezing and stroking my hard erection.

As I jacked off listening to my wife being fucked, I jumped in shock when Marilyn pressed herself against me from behind. Her hand circled my hips and pushed mine away from my throbbing prick.

"Let me do that, Honey, while we both listen to your hot wife getting screwed," she whispered in my ear as her hand took up the job of stroking my cock. Quickly, she unzipped me and had her hand wrapped around the bare flesh of my raging erection. "Let's open the door just a little and peek in... they're too busy to notice."

They had Paula on her stomach on the bed...legs wide open... John hammering his cock into her cunt and Steve using her mouth.

Marilyn didn't bother waiting for a verbal answer. The hard pulsations of my cock that her suggestion caused was answer enough. She quietly turned the doorknob and pushed it open enough for us to see. My cock got even harder when I saw my wife on the bed on her stomach, her legs spread wide open. John as behind her slamming his meat in and out of her cunt... all the way out... all the way back in... on every stroke. When he thudded into the bottom of her vagina, Paula groaned around Steve's thick phallus that was pumping in and out of her mouth. As we watched, Paula began to gurgle around Steve's cock as her orgasm rippled through her body.

"Damn! You are hard! I mean really HARD!" Marilyn moaned in my ear. "Oh Fuck! You're not only hard! You're big... shit! How big is that monster, Baby?"

"About 8 inches," I groaned. "Just slightly more than average."

"Like hell you say! This is one gorgeous, big fuck stick! Come on. Let me work on this thing with my hot cunt and mouth, Honey. You'll like both of those a lot more than my hand."

Marilyn wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. She pulled me away from the doorway, shut it behind us, and led me down the hallway by my cock to her bedroom. Once inside, she kicked the door shut and melted into my arms. As we explored each other's mouth with our tongues, my rigid shaft was boring into her crotch. She couldn't keep her hips still.

"Oh fucking hell... do something, Gordon. Hurry!" she pleaded.

With one swift motion, I pulled her skirt up to her waist and in almost the same motion, dragged her panties off to one side baring her wet, open, and very ready pussy. With my hands on her ass, I lifted her and bent my knees to bring my cock against her opening. She was wild... grinding her hips and moaning... begging.

"Hold still, you hot Slut," I ordered.

Marilyn moaned and urged me to hurry, but she did hold still until I had it in her vagina. After that, it was a simple matter to let go of her hips and impale her fully on my rigid eight inches of man meat. I loved hearing the squishing sound it made as it sank into her depths.

Marilyn's cunt sank down my shaft when I released her hips.

"OOOoooooooooo... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!" she wailed as it penetrated and stretched her cunt open.

Using my arms to raise and lower her hips while thrusting my prick upward as her body descended, I hammered it in and out of her throbbing pussy. Her moans increased in volume and frequency... her sex juices poured out of her stuffed hole and coated my cock and balls and her thighs.

I carried her to the bed, never stopping the motion of my cock in her cunt. When my thighs touched the side, it was easy to dump her onto her back with my cock fully embedded inside her convulsing pussy. Again and again, I drove it against her cervix. Her shrieks of female pleasure filled the room, and if Errol was outside listening, he wasn't having any trouble hearing the wild, passionate cries of his wife.

Marilyn reached her first orgasm within minutes. Her vagina and clit contracted and pulsed bringing grunts and gasps from her lips. As soon as her orgasm began to ebb, I pulled out of her cunt and moved my head between her gaping thighs to the stretched and gushing hole. I didn't even have to spread her labia... her clitoris was protruding from its sheathe at the top of her slit where it contracted and pulsed as if begging for tongue.

As soon as my tongue lashed up the pulsing shaft, it danced wildly and another shriek of female pleasure filled the room. Marilyn howled when she felt two fingers entering her vagina, another invading her ass, and her clit being sucked into my mouth where it received the tongue lashing it wanted and deserved.

Her hips hunched and thrust uncontrollably. Her chest heaved with her screams causing her tits to vibrate wildly. Another orgasm erupted deep inside her cunt and then spread to her clitoris and from there to her belly causing spastic contractions. Her sexual juices spurted drenching my face and the bed covers.

When she was in the midst of another intense climax, I abruptly pulled my fingers from her holes and mounted Errol's wife again. Her legs literally flew apart and jacked into the air to obtain the deepest possible penetration. My masculine growls and grunts of satisfaction and pleasure mixed with her higher pitched, feminine shrieks every time I plunged into her and felt the tight, clinging, wet folds of her delicious cunt envelop my throbbing cock.

"Gonna cum!!" I growled into her ear.

"Yesss!!! Fuck the load into meeeeeeeeeee!!" she responded.

My buttocks contracted sending a huge jet of semen out the end of my convulsing prick into the depths of her cunt, which was throbbing convulsively around my ejaculating shaft. Again and again, my muscles clenched and pumped in cum... again and again, Marilyn groaned and throbbed as she spread wide to receive it.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her as her legs and arms fell to the surface of the bed. Our chests heaved together as we tried desperately to suck oxygen into our lungs. It was several minutes before either of us could speak.

Marilyn pulled my head to hers and kissed me with passion. When we broke the kiss, she whispered, "When in hell did you learn to fuck a woman like that? Gawd!! That was fantastic!"

I pulled her closer, my cock still buried inside her vagina, and held her close. "You just taught me," I whispered. We fell asleep still coupled together.

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Party in Wichita: New Year's Eve:

It was after midnight before I finally managed to get to bed after our arrival at Bev and Earl's place that afternoon. When I entered our bedroom that first evening, I found myself alone. I wasn't surprised. It was only 12:30 AM, and I was certain that the other men would keep my wife busy until much later in the evening.

Bev had provided everyone with clean towels and sheets, which was fortunate since our bed was a wreck. All the blankets were on the floor, and the sheets exhibited the obvious signs of the activities that had taken place in the bed earlier that evening. This was particularly true of the bottom sheet. It was almost 1 AM before I got the sheets changed and the bed covers back in place. Shortly thereafter, I was in a deep exhausted sleep.

Sometime later that night, I was awakened by another body crawling into bed with me. As soon as my visitor rolled over and pressed her two large breasts against me, I knew it was my wife.

"Hi... welcome back," I said.

"MMmmmmmm...," was the only response I got.

Turning toward her, I pressed my body against hers and moved my hand between her thighs onto her very wet and very slickened pussy.

Paula pushed my hand away and replaced it with her own. "Not now, Honey," she moaned. "I'm exhausted. Do you mind?"

"Of course I mind. I was hard for a half hour thinking about you and what you might be doing until I finally managed to fall asleep," I protested.

"I'm sorry, Darling. I really am. I promise I'll make it up to."

Completely fucked out, my wife begged me to let her rest.

I nodded my agreement. What else could I do? Besides, Paula was sound asleep within a minute.

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By 8:30 AM, I had showered and shaved. When I walked through the rest of the house, I found that I was the only person awake. Apparently, everyone else had stayed up late partying. With nothing else to do, I went to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast... bacon, ham, eggs, hash browns, pancakes, biscuits, and coffee.

Before I had finished eating, Earl had joined me. "Good morning, Gordon. Sleep well?"

"Very. How about you?"

"After spending an hour with your wife, I slept like the dead. I was so worn out, I just barely made it to the bedroom. I don't see how you stay alive married to a woman like that."

"Well, thanks, but I have to tell you, when I tried to get some from my wife last night, I got turned down."

"Really? Well, I'm sorry that you didn't get any, but it does make me feel better that I helped wear her out."

"Helped?"

"Yeah... helped. No way in hell I could wear Paula out alone, but with Errol's and Steve's help, I guess we managed it. Who were you with last night?"

"Earlier in the evening, Marilyn and I had a good time, but after that, I turned in for the night. I have a feeling that we're all going to need all the energy we can find tonight."

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It was early afternoon when the two single men Bev had invited showed up. Brad was in his early 20's, wavy dark hair, a body-builder with a great physique, and dark, penetrating eyes. Grant looked Scandinavian with long blond hair, blue eyes, and trim body. All the women except for Bev were entranced by Brad. It was painfully obvious that all of them were ready to spread for him anytime. Bev, however, was fawning over Grant.

Later, while the two newcomers were moving their stuff into the house, I took the opportunity to ask Bev why she was the only woman who wasn't panting over Brad.

"Because I know something that the other wives don't know yet," she replied.

"What's that?"

"I've been in bed with both of them. Brad's great, but Grant has a 9-inch, thick cock, and he's a master swordsman... if you know what I mean."

"I get the general idea. And I'm sure you've kept that information to yourself," I laughed.

"Of course. I wasn't born yesterday, you know. But they'll find out soon enough."

"I'm sure."

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A couple of hours later, the five husbands, Steve, Errol, John, Earl, and myself were having a beer in the den. Not a woman was in sight. "Where are all the women?" Steve asked.

"In the master bedroom and the one right next to it," Earl said. "Those two 20-year old studs have been fucking our wives for almost two hours now."

"They'll wear out soon," John said confidently.

"Don't bet on it, John," Earl advised.

"Shall we go check on the girls?" I suggested.

"Why not? It beats sitting here listening to our wives moaning and screaming," Errol said.

Before we even got to the guest bedroom door, we could hear women moaning inside the room.

"Who's getting it in there?" Earl asked.

"Not sure," John said as he listened. "Don't think it's Stacy. She's usually not that loud. Actually, she's sometimes very quiet."

"Bev grunts more than moans. I'm pretty sure she's not in there," Earl said.

"Well, you guys can quit guessing. I'd recognize the sound of Paula being fucked anywhere. One of those studs is giving it to her."

"There's more than one woman in there," Errol said. He must be fucking one and using his mouth on the other woman."

"Which one is it?" Earl asked. "Gotta be either Keri or Marilyn." At that moment, one of the women growled at the man.

"Come on, Baby. Finish her. Make her cum. I want that huge rod in my pussy. She's already cum once. It's my turn!"

"No doubt any longer," said Steve. That's Kari. And if that guy knows what's good for him, he's finish Paula and get it into her cunt or she may just cut it off if he keeps her waiting much longer."

"You heard the lady," we all heard Brad say. "Cum on my big cock, you hot Bitch. CUM... NOW!!" The loud sound of his body thudding into my wife's sex saddle were loud and frequent as he pumped his big cock in and out of Paula's waiting hot, throbbing cunt.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE.... CUMMMINGGGGGGGGGG... OOHHH FUCKKK... I'M CUMMMINGGG!!" she howled in intense feminine passion.

Almost as soon as my wife's cries died down, we heard Kari's voice again. "Hurry, Brad. Please!! Hurry. Fuck it into me! SCREW ME!!" she screamed. Then a moment later: "GGHHAAAAAA... UGH UGH UGH... GAWD! YOU'RE FUCKING HUGE... AAAHHHHHHHH... GO SLOW!"

"Spread wider, you hot cunted Slut. It's all going in!"

"OOOoouuuuuuuuuuuuu.... UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHH..."

After that, we all heard the steady ... WHOOMPF...WHOOMPF... WHOOMPF... as Brad's hips thrust his cock in and out of Kari upturned hot hole.

"Let's check the master bedroom," John suggested. "Stacy, Marilyn, and Bev are getting it from Grant in there."

Kari was still grunting loudly as we all moved down the hallway to the door of the master bedroom. From within, we heard the women moaning softly as Grant fucked them. They all seemed to be moaning.

"Shit!" Errol said in a whisper. "Listen to that. He's doing them all. Everyone of those hot whores are moaning. Can you hear them. Three women at the same time! Jezzz!!"

"He's probably got them all on their hands and knees, asses up in the air, switching from one cunt or ass to the next one so they're all getting fucked. Probably using his hands on the cunts he's not fucking," I suggested.

No one disagreed with my analysis. Earl had his cock out jerking in as he listen to Bev screeching in female heat when Grant's big organ penetrated one of her holes. After a series of screeching cries, the intensity of her shrieks decreased at the same moment Marilyn's rose in pitch and volume. It was obvious, that her cunt was now receiving cock.

"Damn! I gotta see this," Earl moaned. We all agreed. Earl opened the master bedroom door and we all got hard when we saw the tableau on the edge of the bed. Grant had all three women naked except for their heels, and he had them stacked one on top of another. At the moment, Bev was on top and Grant's large cock was slamming in and out of her cunt. Marilyn was in the middle and she had three fingers thrusting into her pussy. Stacy was on the bottom with a single finger reaming her asshole. The moans, groans, and grunts of the three women and the deep growls of male pleasure filled the room.

Grant had the three wives in a stack using one of each woman's holes.

We kept checking both rooms on and off for another two hours. After an hour, Brad and Grant switched rooms so that by late afternoon, every one of our wives had been plowed several times in all their holes by both of the single studs. I finally gave up and went off to our bedroom where I showered, shaved, and got dressed for dinner and the party that evening.

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The party started at 7:30. It included an elaborate buffet, favors to celebrate the New Year, and a dance floor with live music. The $50 per couple price was very reasonable considering what was provided. We all chipped in to pay the cover charge for Grant and Brad... not a bad deal for them... a free party and free pussy from five hot married women. I decided that I needed to find a job like that.

Paula was dressed sexy, but not obscenely, for the party. I saw her across the room leaning over to see what was available at the buffet. All the men behind her were far more interested in what was available beneath her short skirt as her posture exposed all of her thighs in the back up to the crotch of her blue panties.

Paula's thighs and panties were attracting a lot of male attention.

As usual, she had two men hovering around her... chatting... while hoping to get into her before the night was over. With seven other men in her party with the same idea, I didn't give them much chance... but then, my wife has a huge sexual appetite.

Circulating in the room, I saw Stacy sitting alone at a table off to the side of the room. Surprisingly, she was alone. Apparently, Errol had been spreading the word about her. As all the other women seemed to be occupied at the moment, I approached her.

"Hi. Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all. I was getting sort of lonely," Stacy replied with a smile.

"Would you like a drink or a snack? I'll get us one if you like."

"A glass of punch and some of the munchies would be nice."

"I'll be back," I said with the best imitation of Arnold Schwartznegger and the Terminator that I could muster. Not everyone had hit the buffet yet so it was simple to pick up some punch for Stacy, a beer for me, and a tray full of various snacks.

When I set the tray down and handed her the punch, she beamed. "This is really nice. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. Of course, I have ulterior motives, as I'm sure you are aware."

"I was hoping that you did, but with that drop-dead gorgeous wife of yours, I wasn't sure."

"She is beautiful and very sensuous... but then, variety is also great," I said with a sincere smile. "You're a beautiful woman, and I love your sexy dress."

"What do you love most about it?" she teased.

"It's short and shows off a lot of leg. Your legs are fantastic!"

"Most men stare at my breasts. You're a leg man, huh?"

"Absolutely! No comparison."

Stacy pushed her chair back from the table and abruptly raised her leg and planted her heel against the edge of the table. "Can you see enough of my leg to judge adequately?"

Stacy's leg was gorgeous, but her posture was so erotic, I got an instant erection.

"Damn!" I whispered softly. Stacy's legs were even more luscious that I had imagined. Leaning closer, I said, "I want to see even more than that tonight."

"Is this enough of a preview?" Stacy grinned as she put her right foot back on the floor and her left one against the table top. The position not only exposed her thighs completely, it also afforded me a great view of her pussy covered only by the narrow strip of her panties.

I got even harder when I saw most of her thighs and her panty-covered pussy.

"Would you like to dance? I warn you, I'm already hard as stone. It might be uncomfortable for you."

"Love to," she said with genuine pleasure.

For the next hour, we danced together. After a half hour, I had Stacy pressed tightly against my body, her breasts poking holes in my chest while, at the same time, my 8-inch erection was grinding into her.

"Oh... that feels so good, Gordon. It feels like an iron bar against me."

"It is," I groaned softly in her ear as she moved her hips back and forth against my rod... exciting me even more until I couldn't keep my rod from jerking and throbbing against her mound.

"Mmmmmmmm... how big is it?"

"Just a little more than average... certainly not as big as Grant's. Bev told me he was 9 inches or so."

"She's right, but you're thicker... and you're a man. He's a conceited boy. Come on ... tell me. How big is it?"

"I'd rather not. It's more fun if you find out for yourself."

"Ooohhh Yes! I intend to."

"Now it's my turn. How big are your tits?"

"Just a little more than average... certainly not as big as Paula's," she teased. "You'll just have to find out for yourself."

Leaning forward, I kissed her, my tongue sliding sensuously into her mouth. Stacy's mouth opened invitingly and I took full advantage. Her hips undulated faster against my erection as we continued to kiss while I moved us to a darker corner near the back of the room. Once there, I pulled my lips from hers, letting my tongue slide sensuously over her lips before moving away.

Although the corner had much less light, others could still see us if they looked our way. My tongue continued to stroke her lips as my hand moved up to cup her large breasts.

"MMmmmmmm... This is so sexy and hot. Is anyone watching you play with my tits?"

"I'm sure they are. If someone else were playing with them, I would certainly be watching." One-by-one, I opened the buttons of Stacy's dress. As the dress opened, I spread it wide to first expose her cleavage, and then, as it opened even wider, to expose her tits.

"Ooohhhhh... gawd!" she moaned. "You're gonna take them out right here aren't you?"

For an answer, I lifted her tits out of her dress and began to knead them while running my fingers across the turgid nipples. "Big... hot... tits," I whispered in her ear.

Stacy even helped me pull her big tits out of her dress.

Stacy was unable to keep her body still. Her eyes clamped shut... her mouth opened wide... her tongue slid out and flicked rapidly over her top lip. A man I didn't know came closer to get a better view of Stacy's melons. After a moment, he said, "Man! She's got some rack there!"

Stacy's eyes flew open, but she made no move to conceal her breasts. If anything, she drew her shoulders back and thrust them forward. "Mind if I feel them?" he asked.

Moving my right hand away, I relinquished Stacy's left tit and nodded at the man who immediately cupped the vacated breast.

"AAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhh...." Stacy's hips thrust hard against my erection as two men worked her tits.

I tugged on her right nipple while the other guy was squeezing her left one. "OOOohhhhhh... stop... please Stop! I can't take anymore of this."

I nodded to the man that we should stop, and he helped me replace Stacy's big tits inside her dress as her chest heaved with excitement.

As I led her back to our table with my arm around her, I could feel her body trembling. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't want to cum right there on the dance floor."

"I wish you had. I would have loved it. I certainly didn't expect it."

"Why not? Two men working on my naked tits right out in the open like that? There aren't very many women who wouldn't cum if you keep that up long enough."

"I was told that you sometimes have trouble reaching an orgasm."

Stacy pulled my head down to hers and kissed me. As her tongue licked my lips, she cooed, "With some men, I do. You're not one of them."

"Mmmmmmmmm... want to see something erotic?"

"Love to... what?" she asked.

"Turn around and look over at the table where Kari and Paula are sitting. Look how Kari is sitting."

Stacy turned toward the table and immediately saw that Kari had her dress all the up to her hips and was sitting with her legs wide open exposing her panties and the "landing strip" of pubic hair underneath. You could even see the top third of her sex slit peeking through the transparent panties.

Kari's cunt was on display under the table.

"Wow... That's soooo slutty and erotic. Do you think any of the men here have noticed?"

"Not more than a half dozen or so. Look at the table opposite them. Three guys are staring between her legs right now."

As we watched, a man we didn't know said something to my wife. She smiled, rose, and the two of them walked toward the dance floor.

Fifteen minutes later, Stacy and I were enjoying our buffet dinner when she nudged me in the ribs.

"What?" I asked.

"Look toward the side entrance. Hurry!"

Looking in that direction, I was just in time to see Paula and the guy she had been dancing with leaving party by the side door. He had his arm around her with his hand on her ass.

"What's through that door?" I asked.

"Some other meeting rooms, I think," Stacy ventured. "Want to follow them and see?"

"Let's finish our dinner first... give them some time."

I hadn't finished eating, however, when Stacy stood up and said, "Come on. Let's go find them. I'll suck you while we watch."

"Now that's an offer I can't refuse!"

As it turned out, Stacy was correct. Once we went out the side door, we were in a long corridor with numerous rooms opening onto it. We tried a couple and found they were meeting rooms and lounges... all empty.

"There are so many rooms, this is gonna take awhile," I commented.

"There's a light switch on the wall. Turn out the lights in the hallway," Stacy suggested.

As soon as the hall lights were extinguished, we walked down the hallway in near total darkness until we came to the end and turned left. As soon as we turned, we saw some light from beneath one of the doors. As we approached, we heard a male voice from within the room:

"Come on, Baby. Lose the dress. Let's see what you've got on underneath."

With all the lights out in the hallway, there was no way they could see us if we just opened the door a little. As soon as it was opened enough to permit us to see into the room, we saw my wife on the far side bent over beside a couch. Paula's blouse was already gone, and she was in the process of dropping her skirt. Her ass was facing us and we could see her white bikini panties pulled up into her slit.

Paula lowered her skirt exposing her panty-covered ass.

"MMMMMmmmmm... I think your wife is about to be fucked, Honey," Stacy whispered as she unzipped my pants and searched inside for my hard cock. I was so hard, she had to work to get it out.

"JEZZZ!! WHAT A COCK!" Stacy gushed as she tried but failed to wrap her hand all the way around my throbbing shaft.

Inside the room, my wife was pulling her panties down her thighs as the stud leaned closer. His body blocked my view, but it was obvious that he was staring into the open hole of her cunt. My rod was jerking as Stacy pulled me closer and pushed the big head into her mouth.

The stud could see my wife's cunt and assholes.

"Take out your tits," I whispered. She hastened to obey and when I again felt her mouth moving up and over the bloated head of my member, I looked down and saw that she had both tits out of her dress again.

There was no way Stacy could get her hand around my cock. I swelled with pride.

As Stacy sucked my cock, Paula bent over and took her lover's organ into her mouth. Bent over sucking him, I now had a clear view of my wife's wet, open cunt as well as her mouth sliding up and down the guy's rod. Stacy moaned as she felt my prick jerking and throbbing inside her mouth.

Two big cocks stretched two female mouths.

I assumed that the guy was going to shoot his load into Paula's mouth, but she had other ideas. Straddling his legs, she lowered her cunt onto the big shaft and I watched as it sank out of sight into her sex tunnel.

I couldn't believe how big he was. Paula's cunt was stretched into a huge oval around his dick.

"Oh fuck! Stand up and bend over," I urged Stacy. Scrambling to her feet, she looked into the room and saw my wife riding cock.

Looking back over her shoulder, she moaned. "Hurry. Stick yours into me!" With that, she pulled her dress up around her hips, yanked her panties down her thighs, and bent over. Her hands reached back and spread her cheeks open. "Fuck me! Stick that big cock up my cunt, Gordon. Give it to me!"

Holding her hips, I pumped my rod deep into her wet sex trench. The wet, velvet lips slid smoothly over the head of the cock and down the shaft. We both groaned softly as I sank deeper and deeper into her hot pit.

Stacy's hot fuck hole contracted and throbbed around my shaft as I pushed into her.

From inside the room, we heard, "Get on your back, you hot Slut. I'm gonna pump you full of cum, Baby."

Stacy's hips began pounding back against me as we watched my wife lie back, raise her legs, and spread wide in the age-old female invitation. I felt Stacy's cunt throb around my prick at the same time we both heard my wife grunt as the large phallus sank into her vagina.

Every time the huge phallus slammed into my wife's cunt, her hips were forced into the couch. She grunted each time it slammed into the bottom of her pussy.

Together, we fucked the two women as if it were a race to see who could fill their woman's cunt first. I won as my load spewed into he Stacy's waiting hole in several huge gushes. As the second gush fired in, she moaned and came, her vagina contracting hard around my shooting cock. On the couch, the stud fucking my wife, began to unload into her pussy.

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The party at the hall lasted until well after midnight, but we left around 11 PM as everyone had things on their mind other than seeing in the New Year. When I pulled into the Peters' driveway, everyone got out and left me to park the car inside the garage. It was a pretty tight fit so that I had to take things very slowly so as not to hit the side of the garage.

By the time I entered the house, everyone had already vanished into the bedrooms. One by one, I checked the bedrooms. All the doors were closed, and I could hear feminine moans coming from each of the rooms. With all four bedrooms in use, I went to the stairs leading to the basement. That door was also closed and locked from the inside. It wasn't hard for me to tell that it was my wife in the basement with one or more of the men.

Apparently, all the women had each taken a bedroom or the basement and the other six men were now busy using their them. I shook my head in wonderment. "Who else but me could drive seven hours to attend a hot New Year's Eve party with five sensuous, sexy women and then end up spending the evening alone on a couch in the den."

Stripping off my clothes down to my jockey briefs, I arranged a couple of pillows at the end of the couch, got a blanket from the downstairs linen closet, and laid down to rest until one of the women was free. I was still waiting 30 minutes later. Fifteen minutes after that, I was sound asleep.

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Around 3 AM, I woke up and saw some of the men moving around in the hallway. Thinking the men were worn out, I dragged myself off the couch and went to search for a vacant pussy. All it turned out, the men were just switching bedrooms to sample a different pussy, and being half asleep, I was too slow. Once again, I lost the game of musical cunts. Embarrassed and disappointed, I crawled back under my blanket and went back to sleep.

Needless to say, I was the only soul awake in the house at 9 AM the next morning. Paula told me later that she didn't get to sleep until 4 AM and then a couple of hours later, she woke up with a cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. She said the guy finished, but she was too tired to climax. It was nearly noon before some of the others began to move around. Unfortunately for me, the women were all too exhausted to be interested in more sex.

Sometime during the early afternoon hours of New Year's Day, the six of us were back in our van with me again behind the wheel. Everyone, except me, slept for most of the seven-hour return trip. Needless to say, I was one-third pissed off, one-third very embarrassed, and one-third amused at the situation.

Around 9 PM, I pulled to a stop in front of the Rawlings' home. Errol said good night and carried their bags into the house. When the door closed behind him, I drove the Devoll's home where Steve shook hands, picked up their suitcases and disappeared inside their house.

As soon as I had parked inside our garage, Paula told me to bring the luggage into the house, lock up, and come to bed. As I was walking around to the back of the van, my wife said, "I know what happened last night... I'm so sorry. I just don't know what to say. At the time, none of us knew that you had been left out. Come to bed. I'll be waiting."

"Ok. I'll just lock up the garage and the house. I'll be up in 10 minutes or so."

After carrying the bags into our house, locking the garage, and making certain that all the doors of the house were secured, I got a beer out of the fridge and sat the kitchen table to drink it. Before it was half finished, I was laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

I had spent the first night in Wichita sleeping alone, but at least it was in a bed. Then, as if that weren't bad enough, I had had to spend the second night sleeping alone again, but this time on a couch. Even my plan to have either Steve or Errol drive home while I sated myself on the voluptuous pussies of the three women had fallen apart when everyone else was so tired they were nearly unconscious. I wondered how many men had experiences to match mine of this past weekend.

Finishing the beer, I walked down the hallway to the master bedroom thinking about my sexy wife and her hot pussy. I was hard before I was halfway to the bedroom door. I was hoping... really hoping... that she would not already be asleep.

The first thing I heard upon entering the bedroom was a sultry woman's voice from the side of room next to our wet bar.

"It's about time you got here, Stud. My cunt is boiling hot, soaked, and ready for your big cock, Honey."

Wheeling around toward the bar, I saw Kari sitting on one of the bar stools wearing nothing but a pair of black, self-supporting fishnet stockings, a black thong and matching bra. The bra and thong were doing absolutely nothing to preserve her modesty. The bra was pulled down and to the side exposing both of her big tits, and her fingers held the thong away from her cunt, which she was spreading wide open. She had her legs spread and looked deliciously obscene. My cock roared to full erection in an instant.

Kari looked hot, sensuous, and ready as she spread wide for my viewing pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmm... looks like you're as ready as I am. Come fuck the shit out of me!"

"But... where's Steve?" I blurted, totally confused.

"Who cares. He had his fun last night. Tonight it's your turn. Please... don't make me wait, Gordon. Come over here and stick that huge 8-inch pussy destroyer into me," she begged.

As I tore off my shirt and dropped my pants, another sexy voice came from the other side of the room. Turning again, I saw Marilyn mounted on the desk top, naked except for a pair of black heels and a bra that was bunched below her huge 38DD tits. Like Kari, she was also spreading her pussy wide open with her fingers.

Marilyn looked as hot, sexy, and ready as Kari. My cock was wild to get into both of them.

"Forget that Bitch. My cunt is a lot tighter, wetter, and hotter than hers. Come over here and fuck me, Baby. She can have seconds. Please. I want that big fuck stick back in me again. I'm so damn hot, I'll cum as soon as you stick it in me. Come on... over here, Lover. Fuck me... Make me cum!"

"How did you two get here?"

"Easy. We just laid down on the back seats of the van and waited for you to pull into the garage. We got out while you were walking around to get the bags."

"Where's Errol?"

"At home... sleeping alone."

"Does he know? Is it ok?"

"He knows. So does Steve. Like Kari says, they had their fun last night. Can you handle both of us?"

"Hell yes! I hope the two of you had plenty of sleep on the drive home because I'm going to screw both of you until you can't walk."

"Wait one fucking moment!" came my wife's voice from the direction of the big king-sized bed. Turning a third time, I saw Paula kneeling on all fours on the large bedside table, naked save for her hose and five-inch, fuck-me heels. "Don't think for a moment that those two sluts are going to have a monopoly on your big, hard pussy spreader. I want that thick rod up my cunt too... Please!" my wife half growled... half moaned.

My wife looked even better than Kari and Marilyn, but I decided to make her wait.

"Oh really? Do you think you deserve it after turning me down flat the first night and then fucking everyone else at the party except me last night? Besides, I can't even see your cunt in that position. How do I know whether I want to spend any time at all inside your pussy?"

Paula scrambled as fast as she could to turn her cunt in my direction. Still on all fours, she thrust her ass in my direction and reached back between her thighs to spread her hole wide open for my inspection. "Can you see it now, Honey? It's really hot and wet. I want your big cock in me... please. I'm sorry about the last two nights. Let me make it up to you."

Paula totally exposed her cunt and ass. Like the other women, she held her cunt open to let me know it wanted cock.

"I'll consider it. But not until I've fucked these two luscious women. You can hold their legs apart and spread their cunts for me. If you ask nicely, I'll even let you put my cock into their pussies for me."

"Serves the Bitch right," Kari said in her best catty voice.

"If I were you, Darling," Marilyn suggested, "I'd make her just watch and beg for permission to masturbate. She wouldn't spread for you... why give her any cock now?"

"I thought the two of you were my friends," Paula whined.

"Honey... there are no friends when hot pussies need a big, hard cock. If he has anything left, maybe he'll fuck you... maybe not. You don't deserve cock ... you know that."

"I know I don't... but I want some... please fuck me, Darling. After you screw Kari and Marilyn first, of course. And I'll hold them open for you and put your cock into their cunts just like you say... just please fuck me later on."

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Kari was straddling my legs in reverse cowgirl position. Her cunt was inches above the top of my raging cock that was bloated and purple with lust for her hot hole. My wife knelt between my legs.

"Come on you dirty Bitch, open my hot cunt for your husband's cock and then put him into me so he can feel what a really hot, tight pussy feels like. Hurry up. I need him in me."

Paula spread Kari's pussy open and aligned my cock with her opening.

Reaching between the brunette's spread thighs, Paula spread her labia open and adjusted my cock so that the big head was aligned with her opening. "Lower your hips, Mistress," my wife pleaded. As soon as Kari dropped her bottom onto me, my primed and rigid fuck stick sank into her depths. It felt like molten lava... wet... hot... throbbing. We both groaned and I began to thrust like a madman. Kari wailed and exploded in orgasm.

Somehow, I managed to hold my load as her vagina throbbed and contracted in hard spasms about my shaft. "Jezzzz... you didn't cum... gawd!! What a stud! You put those two young guys to shame, Gordon. Wow... FUCK ME HARDER. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!"

I lowered us to the bed and began fucking her hard from behind. Paula pulled her leg up into the air to spread her cunt and allow me to force all 8-inches of man meat into her contracting, hot hole. She wailed and screeched as the prick pumped in and out of her... making a huge round hole out of her sexy cunt slit. This time, my load poured into her as she reached another orgasm.

My wife held Kari's leg up, spreading her wide, so my cock hammered all the way into her on every thrust.

Marilyn didn't give me any time to rest. The sexy platinum blonde was all over me as soon as I pulled my rod out of Kari's cum-filled hole. "Turn over, Baby. Let your hot whore suck you clean and get you hard again."

Marilyn sucked seven inches of my dick all the way into her throat and continued until she not only had me clean, but also hard as stone again. "Get on your back, Honey. I'm going to fuck Errol's wife... hard. Does Errol's wife want cock up her cunt?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck YES!" she screamed as she fell backwards onto the bed and opened her thighs wide. A moment later, her hot, tight hole was full of 8-inches of prick that was fucking her so hard, the springs squeaked and she howled on every thrust that slammed into the bottom of her cunt causing her to grunt like a sow.

Marilyn howled as she felt the thick rod thudding into the bottom of her cunt.

Feeling my orgasm approaching, I turned us over until Marilyn was on all fours with my rod slamming in and out of her upturned cunt. She was taking all 8 inches plus in this position. The hot sight of my thick rod spreading her cunt into a huge hole and then sinking out of sight until it hit the bottom of her vagina and pushed her womb up and back to make room for the big cock fucking her quickly had me on the verge of another huge climax.

Marilyn felt my cock throbbing as it pumped cum deep into her pulsing vagina. The load pooled around the neck of her womb allowing the sperm to enter easily and seek out her eggs. As the last of my load was ejected deep inside her pussy, we both collapsed to the bed.

Marilyn arched her ass high as my load spewed into her in one huge jet after another.

After some wine and a 30 minute rest, I got both Kari and Marilyn side-by-side on the bed with their asses up in the air, their heads on the bed. Stepping behind them, I surveyed the hot sight of two stretched, cum-filled cunts ready and eager for my cock. I gave it to them amidst their squeals of feminine pleasure.

As I fucked in and out of them... back and forth... Paula stood beside the bed watching my dick plunging in and out of their cunts... her hand was between her thighs... her fingers stroking her clitoris frantically as a series of self-induced orgasms rippled through her cunt and clitoris.

Fucking Kari and Marilyn side-by-side with their legs up in the air was also incredibly hot.

After both women had cum twice more and I had split a third load between their waiting pussies, I allowed my wife to clean and suck on my cock. She did so like a submissive slave. I loved it.

I let her beg for cock until nearly 2 AM before I put her on her back and fucked her hard and fast. I had intended to cum before she did and then leave her high and dry, but she was too hot... too wild... she came as soon as the cock entered and continued to cum as I fucked her.

After that, we slept until almost noon. Keri and Marilyn spent the entire day and next night with me while Paula fixed us drinks, cooked lunch and dinner, and licked their pussies and my cock like a slave all afternoon and into the evening.

When the two women left the next day, Paula took off all her clothes save her heels, sat down on my lap and pressed her nipples into my mouth. As I nipped and sucked them until she was squirming, she moaned and asked, "Am I forgiven, Darling?"

"Of course... Thank you for arranging all that for me. I knew it was your idea. You're an incredible woman and wife!"

"I'm so glad you liked it. If I had had any idea that you had been left all alone on the couch in Wichita, I would have left all those other men immediately. Please put your cock into my cunt, Darling.... MMMmmmmm.... soooo big.... soo hard," she moaned as it slowly sank into her depths.

My wife fucked her hot cunt up and down on my rigid cock...sinking it all the way in on every thrust.

Leaning close, she whispered, "Fuck me, Stud."

All in all... everything considered... it was a very, very nice New Year's.

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