An Anniversary Present

	by RLM

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	The day had been hectic to say the least for Brent Kilgore.  As
Chief Project Engineer for the McDonald Design and Processing
Facility, it was his responsibility to conduct the interviews
when new engineers were being considered, and hopefully hired.
The interview for Mr. Haskel Randolph had been scheduled for
weeks, and as a recent graduate of MIT, Brent and the engineering
staff were very interested in obtaining his services.   Brent
could, of course, delegate the interviewing responsibility to
either Jack Peterson or Norman Seymore, the other two Senior
Project Engineers for the facility, but this was a job that he
preferred to handle himself.

	The interview had gone very well.  Randolph seemed to be
impressed with the overall operation of the facility and with the
engineering staff who would be his colleagues if he were offered
the position and accepted.  He was openly impressed with the
suggested salary offer, the space that would be assigned to him,
and with the job responsibilities of the position.  He also liked
the collegiality of the staff and the engineers.  From Brent's
point of view, the situation seemed well in hand.  All that
remained was to treat Haskel to dinner in a fine restaurant and
show him sincere hospitality during this last evening of his
visit.

	At 4:30 PM, he realized that he needed to inform his wife Sheila
that he would be very late for dinner because of the need to
entertain Haskel and that she should go ahead and have dinner
without him.  Picking up the phone, he called his house but got
only the answering machine.  He left a voice mail message
explaining the situation and told his wife that he would probably
be home by 10 PM.  Just to be certain the message was received,
he dialed his wife's cell phone, but she did not pick up. 
Therefore, he did the next best thing: he text messaged her the
information.

	Having taken care of that necessary item of business, Brent
placed a call to "The Upper Echelon", one of the five-star
restaurants in the city, to confirm the reservations for two at
7:00 PM.  Every thing was in order so Brent began typing his
report to the Vice President about the interview and his
recommendation that every effort be made to obtain the services
of Mr. Haskel Randolph.

	Promptly at 6:50 PM, Brent escorted Haskel into the bar area of
"The Upper Echelon" while they waited for their table to be
prepared.  Over a before-dinner drink, the two men discussed the
job.  Randolph was impressed with the Chief Project Engineer, not
only because of his obvious engineering expertise, but also
because of his leadership skills.  He was open and friendly.  He
played no "cat and mouse" games.  Instead, he told the young man
how impressed he and his staff were with him and that they wanted
him to join their corporation.  "If there's anything that doesn't
meet with your approval, Haskel, now is the time to tell me.  I
have a good chance to persuade the Vice-President to make any
necessary changes," Brent bluntly informed the young engineer.

	"Well... the salary you've offered is outstanding.  Any chance
that you could add another $2,000 in moving expenses?"

	"I think that's not unreasonable.  I'll discuss it with Andy
tomorrow."

	At 8:15 PM, the first course of their 5-star dinner arrived.  As
usual, Enrico had outdone himself.  The cuisine was fantastic. 
At 9:15, they were enjoying an orange flambé dessert when Haskel
said, "You know that today, May 14th, is my mom's birthday.  I
think she will consider this job offer to be a great birthday
present."

	Brent dropped his fork on his dessert plate.  He looked at
Randolph with a stricken look covering his face.  "What did you
just say?" he asked.

	Taken somewhat aback, Randolph repeated his statement about May
14th being his mom's birthday and how she would consider the job
offer a great birthday present.  "Is anything wrong, Brent?  You
look positively pale.  Are you feeling ill?"

	"Oh my god!  Oh my god!" Brent moaned.  When Haskel looked
perplexed, Brent shook his head.  "Today is my 8th wedding
anniversary, and I completely forgot it."

	"That really doesn't sound good," the young engineer said after
a moment's thought.

	"It isn't!  I can't even imagine how bad this is going to be.  I
have to take you back to  your hotel immediately.  I'm sorry, but
..."

	"No need to apologize.  I fully understand and sympathize.  If I
forgot my wedding anniversary, I might be looking for more than a
job."

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	The only lights on in our home when I entered were coming from
the dining room.  I hurried back there as I rehearsed my speech
of apology for the 25th time.  "Jesus!  How could I have been
this utterly stupid?"  I said aloud.

	I wasn't the least bit surprised when Sheila wasn't in the
dining room waiting for me.  In fact, I had been hoping that she
would be waiting for me with fire in her eyes, brimstone boiling
from her ears, and a loud tirade of invective about the
worthless, uncaring, inconsiderate asshole she had married.  No
such luck.  The house was empty.

	After searching every room, I returned to the dining room and
this time saw the handwritten note in the middle of the table.  I
was almost afraid to read its contents.

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	Darling,

	I had just returned from Victoria's Secret where I picked up the
very sexy, almost obscene, dress I had purchased for your benefit
tonight when I got your voice-mail message about your important
dinner engagement with a man you had never met before.  As you
might understand, I was somewhat disappointed that his company
was more important than mine on May 14th.

	I waited until 7 PM to cancel our dinner reservations at
Maurice's.  Maurice was very concerned because he thought you
must be sick.  I informed him that you were quite well but that
the prognosis for your future wasn't so good.

	I didn't cancel our reservations at Richard's Club because I was
still hoping that you would finish your important dinner
engagement with Mr. Ransom, or whatever his name is, in time for
us to spend an erotic evening of dancing, caressing, playing, and
fucking while all the other men at the club lusted after your
wife's nearly naked body, but by 9 PM, it became obvious that was
not going to happen.  Since you couldn't be bothered to show up
and take me out for a sex-filled, hot evening, I decided to go
alone.  Don't wait up for me.  I doubt that I'll be home before 2
AM or so.

	By the way, it's a real shame you won't get to enjoy one of your
anniversary presents first hand... (my hot outfit), but you'll
find your second present in the corner of the dining room.  Happy
Anniversary, Darling.  I'll see you in the morning... probably.

	Your sexy, hot-assed, and very pissed off wife, Sheila.

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	I had known it was going to be bad, but this was far worse than
anything I had imagined.  I thought about going to Richard's Club
in hopes of finding my wife.  However, it was already 10:30 PM. 
By the time I drove the 25 miles to Richard's, it would be well
after 11 PM.  If I did that, there were only two possible
outcomes.  In one case, I'd find my wife who after two hours
would have attracted several men.  At Richard's Club any
unescorted woman is fair game and even women with their husbands
can be asked to dance.  The scene that would follow would be
incredibly painful and embarrassing.  In the second case, I
wouldn't find Sheila, which would mean she had left with some
guy.  That result would be even worse.  In the end, I decided to
just wait and take my medicine, whatever it was.

	At that point, I remembered Sheila's note about my second
present.  Looking in the corners of the dining room, I found a
long package, beautifully wrapped, with an attached envelope,
leaning against the wall.  Inside the envelope was a sexy
anniversary card that showed a beautiful woman clad only in
garter belt, stockings, and heels.  She was reclining on a couch
with her legs wide open.  The full frontal shot showed the wet
folds and dark channel  of her gaping pussy.  Below the erotic
photo was written, "I hope this shaft lets you sink your ball in
many, many holes.  Just please don't forget to sink your other
shaft in my hole a lot.  Love and kisses, Sheila (I'm so fucking
horny for it tonight, Baby.  I hope you're ready!)

	I felt like throwing myself off the top of the house.  Opening
the package, I found the graphite-shafted, new driver I had been
lusting after for months in the Pro Shop but hadn't purchased
because of its price tag.  Obviously, Carl had informed my wife
how much I wanted the new driver, and she had bought it for our
anniversary.  Now, as a result of my ridiculous failure to
remember our anniversary, my hot-to-trot, sexy wife was at
Richard's, alone, doing god only knows what.  My problem, of
course, was that I had a pretty good idea what she might be
doing.

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Richard's Club:

	As soon as I go home, I couldn't wait to put on my new dress. 
Going to my bedroom, I took a sensuous warm bath followed by a
shower being careful not to get my hair wet.  Afterwards, I put
on makeup heavier than usual as I wanted to look slutty for my
hot stud husband.  I was going to keep him hard for hours before
I would let him have any relief.

	When I surveyed my naked body in my full length mirror, I
couldn't help but smile.  Brent was going to go nuts over my
freshly shaved pussy.  He had been begging me for months to
shave, but I had refused in order to give him a special present
on our anniversary... my wet, totally exposed, shaved cunt.

	I loved the feel of the patterned, black bikini panties on my
bare pussy.  I pulled them up higher than normal so the crotch
band was sunk into my already wet slit and exposed my lips on
either side.  The feeling it gave me was deliciously wicked. 
There was no way my stud husband was going to be able to control
his erection.  Every woman who saw it was going to know he was
hard.  And best of all, they would know it was hard because he
couldn't wait to fuck me.

	Next, I pulled the new skirt up and fastened it about my waist.
When I looked at my image in the mirror, I couldn't keep from
gasping.  The hemline of the skirt was about three inches below
the crease of my ass and my pussy.  That was erotic enough, but
with the slit up the front of my left thigh, the garment parted
all the way up to the edge of my panties.  When I sat down or
leaned over... there was no possible way I would be able to keep
every man from seeing my panties.  Grinning, I wondered if Brent
would cum in his pants.  The hot thought made me giggle.

	The top was a tight, black item with straps over my shoulders
and around my neck.  The bodice was lacework with more holes than
material.  Without the holes, the garment exposed the upper half
of my tits.  With the holes, a substantial extra amount was on
display including one or both nipples depending on where the
holes were.  There was a black bra, but there was no way I was
going to wear it tonight.  I wanted my big 36DD tits on display.

	My only concession to modesty was the matching, long sleeved
jacket.  But I intended to leave it completely unbuttoned so that
it would conceal essentially nothing.  I had considered wearing
stockings, but decided it looked slutty to go bare legged.  The
shoes I had purchased were black sandals with a tan 5-inch
heel... pure slut wear.

	Looking at my reflection, I concluded that every man who saw me
was very likely going to get hard.  In any case, every one of
them was going to be wild to fuck me.  Brent was going to love
it... and his cock was going to be iron-hard the entire evening.
When I thought about the hard fucking he was going to give me
when I finally did spread my legs for him, I shuddered and had to
use some will power to keep from throwing myself on the bed and
finger fucking my now very wet cunt.

	Having completed my sexy preparations to meet my big-cocked,
handsome husband, I returned to the den.  That was when I saw the
light flashing on the phone indicating the presence of a voice
message.  When I listened to my husband calmly informing me that
he was taking a guy who was interviewing for a junior-level
engineering position out to "The Upper Echelon" instead of taking
me out on our anniversary, I was so shocked, I had to listen to
the message a second time to see if I missed something important.
 The son-of-a-bitch didn't even mention our anniversary. 
Clearly, he had forgotten it.  It just wasn't important enough
for him to remember.

	I think I cried for the better part of an hour.  As my tears
finally began to ebb and then stop, the hurt and disappointment I
felt was replaced with anger.  I listened to the message around
5:00.  By 7:00, I had stopped crying.  At 7:30, I was seething
with anger.  At that point, I called Maurice's and canceled the
dinner reservations.

	At 8:00, I realized that we had a reserved table at Richard's
Club.  Brent always liked to get us a table in the most dimly
lighted portions of the club so we could make out.  Once, he had
even fucked me with at least 75 to 100 people present.  He had
removed my panties earlier in the evening and just had me sit on
his lap.  I remember that he had called the waiter over and
ordered more drinks while he had his big cock up my cunt.  So, I
had reserved a table for us in that portion of the club.

	I got even madder when I remembered that incident.  In those
days, he was wild to fuck me as much as possible.  Now, taking a
stranger out to dinner ranked above spending the evening fucking
me.  I had already dialed the number for Richard's when I
suddenly slammed the phone down.  "That bastard!  If he doesn't
want to take his red-hot wife out and fuck her, I'll bet there's
50 guys at Richard's who would love to substitute for him."

	Truthfully, I didn't know if I could actually go through with it
or not, but I sure as hell was going to go to Richard's and at
least enjoy the hot, lustful stares of all those studs.  And I
sure as hell was going to dance with some of them and see just
how hard they got and how they would go about trying to get me in
bed.

	Before I left, I mixed myself a stiff drink to calm my nerves
and give me some liquid courage.  After that, I wrote my husband
a sharply worded letter.  When I had finished and read what I had
written, I tore it up, tossed it into the garbage, and started
over again.  This time, I wrote a letter that was much calmer...
more deliberate and therefore, much, much more threatening. I
signed it "Your sexy, hot-assed, and very pissed off wife,
Sheila".

	At 9:00 PM, I backed my car out of our garage and headed for
Richard's Club.  The thought that I might... just might... cheat
on my husband for the first time and get my hot, wet cunt royally
fucked had me incredibly excited.  Before I was halfway there, my
pussy and clit were both tingling with anticipation.

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	As usual, Richard's Club was erotic and sensuous.  The dominant
color was deep red.  The lighting was subdued... on the dance
floor, there was barely enough light to see.  The idea, of
course, was to provide the patrons with a modicum of privacy for
whatever sexual adventures they had in mind.  The food was
excellent as was the service.  On this particular night, about
70% of the customers were couples or groups, 20% or so were
unescorted men on the prowl, and the remaining 10% were
unescorted women.

	The Maitre D' showed me to our reserved table near the back and
asked if I would like to see a menu or just order a drink. 
Smiling, I told him that I thought I would circulate a bit and
get a drink at the bar.  He didn't flick an eyelash, simply
replying,  "Fine.  If you require service later, just turn on the
small lamp on your table, and I or someone else will come by."

	The bar area was not too crowded, but when I took a seat and
crossed my legs, more men began to gather.  I wasn't the least
surprised since with my legs crossed, almost all of my thigh was
exposed.  The slit in my skirt exposed even more so that the edge
of my panties were visible.  After getting the stinger I had
ordered, I turned on the bar stool to face the dance floor.  The
position allowed anyone interested in an unescorted, married
female whose thighs and panties were on display to have a great
view.  I saw at least a dozen men who were clearly more than just
a little interested.
	
	I had just begun to sip my drink when a guy approached and
asked, "Hi.  I'm Alex.  Would you like to dance?  Or is hubby
around some where so that I need to check with him first?"

	"My husband's not here.  Forget him.  Let's dance, Alex.  I'm
Sheila."

	For awhile, we actually danced, but by the second song, Alex had
gotten hard and was more interested in grinding it into my pussy.
 That was fine with me, and I moved even closer.  When I circled
my arms about his neck, his moved downward to my buttocks.  He
pulled me against his cock at the same time I was grinding my
mound up and down his shaft.

	When the second song ended, his pants were tented, and I now
felt the wetness on my thighs.  "This is going too fast for me,
Alex.  I'm going to head back to bar.  Maybe later," I said.  He
nodded, not at all insulted or even disappointed.  This was
standard practice at Richard's, and we both knew there were a lot
of interested women at the club so I wasn't an essential part of
Alex's evening.

	Over the next half hour, I danced with two more men.  Garvin was
with his wife and just wanted the chance to feel my big tits.  We
danced to the usual two songs during which he managed to get his
hands on my tits several times.  Halfway through the second song,
he had my tits out on the dance floor, and when the song ended
and I thanked him for the dance, he draped his arm over my
shoulder and squeezed them.  "You have fantastic tits, Sheila. 
Thank you for sharing them briefly with me."

	The second guy, Martin, was cut from the same mold as Alex but
was more aggressive.  Once again, we danced to two songs.  By the
time the second one ended, he was not only grinding his cock
against my pussy, he also had his hand under my skirt cupping my
ass cheeks and sliding his fingers up and down my ass crease. 
Giving Martin the same excuse I had given Alex, I excused myself
and went back to the bar area.

	Seeking to attract some new men, I leaned over the bar until I
got the bartender's attention.  He came over and I chatted with
him for a several minutes before asking him to fix me another
stinger.  I stayed bent over the bar until he served it to me. 
Naturally, I knew that my bent-over posture exposed my ass, and
when I turned to sit down on the bar stool, I knew my efforts
were rewarded because Wayne was standing there smiling at me.

	Although the first, second, and third guys weren't what I was
looking for, Wayne definitely was.  Broad-shouldered, well built,
young, handsome and supremely confident.  As soon as I looked at
him, I felt my pussy begin to tingle.   When I felt it, somehow
he seemed to sense what I was feeling because he smiled
knowingly.

	"I'm Wayne, and I know you're Sheila."

	"How did you know that?"

	"Easy.  I asked the bartender after watching you for the last
hour."

	"You've been watching me for an hour?" I asked truly flattered
that this handsome stud thought I was worth watching for an hour.
 My husband didn't think enough of me to even show up to fuck me.

	"Watching and leering.  You're an incredibly beautiful and
sensuous woman.  I love your legs and ass."

	"I'm glad.  Is that all you like?"

	"Your breasts look gorgeous, but they're so covered up, it's
hard to tell.  Take off your jacket and show me more of them."

	He didn't ask... he just told me to show him my tits. 
MMmmmmmmmmmm... this was the type of guy I had hoped to find when
I went to Richard's.  I pulled open my jacket and tugged the
bodice of my top down enough to show him my tits almost down to
my nipples.  "Is this what you wanted wanted to see?  Are they
satisfactory?"

	"That's part of what I want to see.  What I actually had in mind
was more along the lines of the guy you danced with a couple of
partners ago.  He got them out on the dance floor."

	"Well, then you've already seen them," I teased, but Wayne was
more than able to handle the teasing.

	"You were too far away, Sheila.  When a woman shows me her
breasts, I prefer to be much closer when she does it."

	"Are you close enough now?"

	"I am.  Take them out."

	Several men were watching as I pulled the top down below my tits
and tugged the straps in between so they separated my tits.  I
thought I looked hot and slutty exposing myself like this.  I
looked down and saw Wayne's cock was rising rapidly.  "I think
he's pleased with what  you see," I said nodding toward his
tented pants.

	Wayne took his time looking me over before he came closer and
whispered, "Sit back down on the bar stool... extend and spread
your legs, Sheila, so we can all see your legs and panties. 
Leave your tits out."

	This time I hesitated.  Even for Richard's Club, this seemed to
going too far.  l leaned closer and said, "Not here... why don't
we go some where more private where you can do more than just
look, and I won't be putting a show for all these men?

	"Oh we will go some where more private.  I'm going to fuck you.
But first, all the turned on guys should get something.  Mount
the stool and spread your legs."

	Juices were no longer slowly seeping from my excited vagina,
they were running out.  When Wayne just informed me that he was
going to fuck me, I knew I was about to cum.  I also knew if I
mounted the stool and spread my legs, I would cum.  I did it
anyway.  I was just too hot to resist.

	As soon as I opened my legs, hard, spastic contractions surged
through my pussy as I came for the first time.  Wayne knew it,
but he made me tell him.

	"You're cumming right now, aren't you?"

	"Oooohhh..."

	"Answer me!"

	"Yes... yes!"

	"Yes what?"

	"OOOhhhhhh god... I'm cumming... hard.  Take me somewhere...
please."

	"Get up on the bar first.  Put your heel on the bar and spread
wide open."

	"Oh god... I can't.  I'll be arrested."

	"No way.  Not here at Richard's.  Get up there... now!"

	Wayne boosted me by my ass onto the bar's surface, and I assumed
the position.  With my legs obscenely spread, I could smell the
hot, musky aroma of my aroused pussy.  I was still pulsing from
my orgasm.  Wayne moved aside to allow the men gathered around
the bar to see my wet panties and naked tits.

	As the men stared between my wide open legs, Wayne moved closer
again and asked, "Are you ready to be fucked, Sheila?"

	"OOOohhhhhhhhh... yessssssssss!"

	Wayne helped me off the bar and led me toward the rear of the
club, then down a hallway, and finally to the door of the
assistant manager's office.  Unlocking the door with a key on his
key chain, he took my arm and ushered me inside.  Once there, I
found myself in his embrace, his lips on mine, his tongue probing
into my mouth and flicking deliciously over my tongue.

	His cock was hard... like iron, and it felt huge as he thrust it
against my mound bringing soft moans from my lips.  After a few
moments, that wasn't enough to satisfy his lust.  His hands moved
down to my buttocks, which he used as handles to lift me enough
to bring his shaft directly against my pussy.  He wanted it
against my slit.

	"Open your legs, Sheila."

	I didn't hesitate a second.  As soon as my legs parted, he
lifted me higher and pressed his cock directly against my cunt
that was shielded only by my thin black panties.

	"Oh god... that feels so good... more, Honey... More!"  He gave
me more as his hips drove into my sex saddle and pressed hard
against my clit.  "AAAAaaahhhh.. yes!  yes!  Like that, Honey."

	"Are you going to cum again?"

	"I'm close... so close."

	"Good... Time to fuck you.  Turn around."

	When I didn't turn my back to him fast enough, Wayne spun me
around and very quickly pulled my top over my head and off
leaving me in just my heels and very wet black panties.  As soon
as my top hit the floor, he pulled me close and kissed my neck
while his hands cupped and squeezed my naked tits.  The erotic
sensations caused by his lips against my neck, his hands stroking
my tits, and his rigid erection grinding into my ass had me
moaning.

	I moaned even louder with the loss when he pulled away and again
turned my body to face him.  The hot lust he was feeling was
reflected in his eyes and on his face as he pulled my panties
over my ass and then down my legs.  When I felt the cool air
against my now naked ass and his cock grinding into my exposed
cunt, my lust was every bit as great as his.

	"I need to get out my clothes, Sheila.  Sit down and spread wide
open, Baby, while I get rid of them."

	I'm seemed to have no will of my own.  When Wayne ordered me to
sit and spread, I did it.  I even spread my pussy open with my
fingers as I watched him removing his clothes.  If he had just
taken off his clothes and mounted me, I'm sure that I would have
been fucked three or four times before I left Richard's.  But,
like a lot of women and some men, he talked too much.

	"So tell me, Sheila.  Do I have to worry about your hubby
busting in on us when I'm screwing your delicious cunt?"

	"No.  He's at home.  You don't need to worry about him."

	"At home?  Why isn't he here with you?  With a fox like you for
a wife, there's no way I would be at home!"

	"He should have been.  In fact, it should be him getting ready
to fuck my ass off right now instead of you."

	Wayne abruptly stopped undressing just when he was about to pull
off his jockey shorts.  "What do you mean... it should be him
about to fuck you?"

	"Just what I said.  It's our 8th anniversary.  It wasn't
important enough for him to bother remembering.  He took a guy
who's interviewing for a job at his corporation out to dinner
instead of me.  The bastard left me a fucking voice mail message.
 Told me to go ahead and eat without him.  Well... I'm doing a
lot more than just eating without him."

	Wayne shook his head as if to clear away the cobwebs.  "So
you're telling me that I'm here with you as a revenge fuck?"

	"Yeah, I'd say that a good way of putting it."

	"Jezzz... I've heard of women spreading for a guy as a revenge
fuck when they've caught their hubby cheating with another
woman... in fact, I've provided the revenge fuck in several such
cases.  But this will my first revenge fuck for forgetting an
anniversary."  Wayne finished stripping off his briefs revealing
his gorgeous, thick, fuck stick.  Precum coated the big head.  
He was chuckling.

	"What's so funny?" I asked as I rubbed my slowly throbbing,
soaked pussy.

	"Just think about it.  Hubby forgets his anniversary and the
next thing the poor schmuck knows is his wife is naked and being
nailed by a big, thick cock.  Ok, Sheila.  Get on your back, lift
those gorgeous legs up, and spread, Honey, so we can start
getting even with your forgetful hubby."

	Wayne moved closer, his hard cock a hot, sensuous column of man
meat that was making my pussy cream and throb.  But he had talked
too much, and all his talking had allowed my brain to take over
the thinking instead of letting my cunt and my anger decide to
fuck this delicious hunk.

	My brain knew it was totally ridiculous to allow a man I didn't
even know to fuck me just because my husband had forgotten our
anniversary.  Getting mad... screaming at Brent... making him
sleep on the couch was one thing... spreading my legs and fucking
another man was quite another... particularly when that man was
laughing at my husband and calling him a "poor schmuck".

	Without a word, I got to my feet and began putting on my
clothes.  I had no idea what Wayne had done with my panties, so I
just ignored them.  It only took a moment to pull my top back
over my head.

	"What are you doing?" Wayne asked, his cock still hard and
throbbing.

	"Just what it looks like.  I'm getting dressed," I said as
kindly as I could.  As I was pulling up my skirt and fastening it
about my waist, Wayne sat down and watched.  Then, he spoke.

	"I've always thought that "no" means "no", and I've always
respected a woman's right to change her mind.  I don't intend to
stop now, but I have to tell you, Sheila, this is the worst
example of cock teasing I've ever seen or heard of.  If you were
15 years old, I might understand it, but for a mature,
experienced, and married woman to treat a man this way is just
outrageous."

	"I know it is.  And I don't have an excuse in the world ...
there's not one that would justify treating a sexy man like you
this way.  If it's any consolation, you've got me so damn hot, I
can't believe it.  My cunt is just gushing.  But, it's like you
said, this would be nothing but a pure revenge fuck for just
forgetting an anniversary.  If and when you do fuck me, I want it
to be solely because I want your big, gorgeous cock up my cunt
and not because I'm mad at my husband."

	Ten minutes later, I was on my way home.  My cunt was still
throbbing with frustration and need.  The back of my short skirt
was wet.  My nipples were hard as stone, and if I so much as
touched my clit, I would cum.  All I could think about was that
my husband had better be ready to take care of me.

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

Return:

	It was 12:20 AM.  I had gone to bed at 11:30 PM, but was unable
to sleep for worrying about Sheila.  At midnight, I had given up
and gone to the kitchen to make myself a snack and await my
wife's return.  She had said she might be home around 2 AM...
"probably", as she had put it.  If she were that late, I still
had almost two more hours to wait.

	With nothing else to do, I began to think about what I could
possibly do over the next few weeks to adequately apologize to my
wife for my awful blunder.  All the trite things... such as
sending her flowers... taking her out to dinner... and so on were
so wholly inadequate that I dismissed them immediately.  I needed
to do something that she did not expect ... something that truly
showed her how very sorry I was and that it would never happen
again.   I thought of some things, but I wasn't certain any of
them would be adequate.  One thing I was certain of was that I
could forget about getting any sex from my wife tonight and
probably for next week or two... maybe even longer.

	At 12:25 AM, I heard the garage door opening.  I breathed a huge
sigh of relief and wondered what kind of tirade awaited me when
she came in.  I was also wondering if she would be freshly fucked
by some guy... or by a group of guys.

	Even after almost three hours of thinking and waiting, I wasn't
even remotely prepared for the sight of my wife.  Her note had
said her dress was almost obscene, but I was still shocked to see
that it just barely covered her ass and left half of her tits
exposed.  The   5-inch heels made her look positively whorish. 
In addition, her lipstick was smeared and her hairdo mussed and
disheveled.

	"Honey, I'm so sorry... I been trying to thing of what to..."

	"Shut up!  Don't talk.  Don't say a word.  I'm not interested in
hearing any of your excuses."

	I immediately stopped talking and watched as she threw her
jacket onto the floor and stood a few feet in front of me.  "Like
my hot outfit, Darling?  All the men at Richard's did."

	"It's fantastic!  I just wish.."

	"I told you I don't want to hear all that stuff.  Not now... not
ever."  She pulled her top over her head, and for the first time,
I realized that my wife wasn't wearing a bra.  Her tits were
heaving... her nipples rock hard and swollen.  "They particularly
liked my big tits and hard nipples.  Take off your clothes.  Now!
 I need you naked."

	Utterly stunned, I began to remove my clothes as my wife
unzipped her tiny skirt and let it fall to the fall.  'JEEZZZZ! 
You're not wearing any panties!  That skirt's so short
everyone..."

	"Everyone saw your wife's hot cunt," she finished for me.  "They
got a great view of it when I bent over for them... like this." 
My wife bent over on her elbows and knees on the sofa seat.  I
could easily see her asshole, her cunt, and the wetness clinging
to the swollen lips of her pussy.

	"Of course that wasn't enough for them.  They kept yelling
'spread... spread... spread... at me until I finally did.   Not
quite like this but close."  Sheila moved her knees apart on the
couch and pushed a finger into her ass.  It was totally obscene,
but also totally cock hardening.  I had never seen my wife act so
totally whorish.

	"I don't believe you!" I stated flatly, but in the back of my
mind, I thought otherwise.  I also knew my cock felt like it
might break off I was so hard.

	"I really don't give a flying fuck whether you believe me or
not, Brent.  All I'm interested in right now is that hard cock of
yours.  Hurry up.  Get naked.  I'm on fire!  I need your big
cock... in me... fucking me... HARD!    NOW!  Get out of your
clothes."

	I was struggling to get my pants off over my huge erection. 
Sheila saw it and leered.  "Good!  Damn good!  You're hard... I'm
going to the bedroom.  I want you there in 10 seconds ready to
fuck the shit out of me.  I need your tongue on my clit and your
cock up my cunt, damn you!  Hurry!"

	I got my clothes off in record time and practically ran to the
master bedroom.  My wife was already lying in the center of the
bed with her legs wide open and up.  Two of her fingers were
sliding in and out of her obviously drenched cunt while a third
was fucking her asshole.  "Get your mouth on my cunt," she
hissed.  "My fingers aren't what I want!"

	Climbing onto the foot of the bed, I moved up between my wife's
gaping thighs to her completely soaked pussy.  She was so wet,
small liquid streams were seeping down the crack of her ass.  She
gave me no time to think.  Her hands grabbed the back of my head
and pulled my mouth hard against her cunt.  To ensure that I
stayed there, she clamped her thighs about my head.  "Now suck
me, you Bastard.  SUCK ME!"

	I pushed my tongue into her pulsing hole.  Immediately, Sheila's
vagina began to contract.  She screamed at the top of her lungs
and her powerful thighs squeezed me into her pussy so hard it
hurt.  When I moved my tongue up to her hard, fully erect
clitoris, her vagina whooshed air and went into a series of
spastic contractions.  Beneath my tongue, her clit was
expanding... pulsing... then contracting hard... again and again.
 Her entire cunt was a mass of throbbing female heat.

	As her orgasm expanded from her vagina to her clit and from
there to her abdominal muscles, her ass hammered up and down on
the mattress... frantically.  Looking up, I saw that she was
squeezing her tits and nipples as hard as her pussy was
contracting.
	
	"OOohhhhh SUCK!  AAAAHHH... SUCK IT!  OOHHHH FUCKING SHIT....
SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

	Suddenly my wife's legs unclamped from about my head and shot
straight out.  Her thigh and calf muscles appeared to be in a
cramp they were so rigid.  Her ass vibrated every time my tongue
lashed over her exploding clitoris and pushed into her throbbing
hole.  Her legs jerked higher into the air... her feet curled
back.  She was beating on my back with her fists as the
convulsions in her cunt continued.  Her wild cries showed no
signs of stopping.

	Fastening my mouth over her hole, I sucked out her juices
causing new cries and strings of four-letter words to erupt from
her mouth.  As her juices poured into my sucking mouth, I
realized that the only thing I tasted was the tart, tangy flavor
of Sheila's cunt juices, and the only thing I could smell was the
musky aroma of her cunt.  There was no trace of male semen.  If
she had been fucked, the guy or guys had used condoms or pulled
out, which seemed unlikely to me.

	"GET ON ME.  FUCK ME!  I NEED YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT... NOW!! 
STICK IT IN ME!!  AAAHHHHH SHIT!  I'M CUMMING... FUCK IT ... FUCK
IT!!"

	Moving up her heaving body, I thrust my hips into her sex saddle
and hit the throbbing cunt hole on the first thrust.  She was so
wet and open, my entire eight inches sank all the way into her.

	"STICK IT!  COCK MEEEEEEEEEE... IN ME... AAAHHH... HARD...
HARD... HARDER!  COCK MY CUNT, YOU HOT BASTARD.  COCK ME!"

	Her obscene screams continued... growing louder and louder as I
fucked the raving woman.  Again and again, I felt her cunt
contracting in hard spasms about my plunging shaft.  I couldn't
tell when one of her orgasms ended and another began.  Finally,
it was too much.  I couldn't hold it.  No man could have.  My
balls exploded sending gush after gush of semen and sperm into
her cunt.  It seemed to me like I continued to throb and shoot
for a long time.  As my orgasm began to ebb, her ass continued to
hammer up and down on the bed.

	"MMMmmmm... that was good, Brent.  But I want more... Oh shit...
I need more.  Can you get it hard again?"

	I stayed on her.  Sheila continued to clamp her vaginal muscles
about my cock.. then she would release the pressure.  A moment
later, she squeezed me again... over and over.
	
	"Do you like that, Brent?"

	"Oh hell yes!  Why haven't you done this before?"

	"I guess I've never been this hot before.  I woke up excited
about what was planned for the day.  While I shopped at
Victoria's for something hot and slutty to wear for you, I got
even hotter.  I spent two hours bathing and putting on my make
up... dressing... getting ready to be your hot whore all night. 
I waited an hour before I heard your voice mail message.  I
waited some more... hoping you would come home.  By 9 PM, my
pussy was soaked... even my thighs were wet."

	"I didn't think I could possibly get any hotter, but then I went
to Richard's alone and found out just how wrong I was.  I was
with four different men.  Mmmmmm... it must excite you hear what
a hot whore your wife was tonight... your cock is getting hard
inside me again.... mmmmmm... big and hard... fuck me again,
Stud."

	I did, and this time I lasted a half hour before I shot another
load of cum into my wife's cunt.  Before I did, she must have cum
four or five more times, and every time she climaxed, she told me
in detail how good it felt ... how much she loved being fucked.

	After my second orgasm, my cock lost its rigidity completely,
but even so, my wife kept my body pressed tightly to hers with
her thighs wrapped about my hips and her ankles locked.   "I
don't think I can get it up again, Sheila.  You've completely
drained me.  I've never seen anything like it."

	"Don't be so sure of that, Darling.  Alex was the first guy I
was danced with tonight.  He loved dry fucking me out on the
dance floor.   He had his hands on my ass lifting me onto my tip
toes so that my cunt was right against his hard cock.  We really
didn't dance... just shuffled a little back and forth as he
thrust against me.  Before the second song ended, dear Alex had
my ass humping against him.  It should have been you, but you
were busy... so I had to put up with a second stringer."

	I could feel my cock beginning to regain some life.  "You're
cock seems to enjoy the thought of Alex dry fucking me," my wife
commented.  "Garvin was the second guy I was with.  His thing was
to feel up my tits.  I don't think he took his hands off of them
the entire time we were dancing.  Toward the end of our second
dance, he got them both out right there on the dance floor.  As
hot as I was, it easy for him to make me cum just from pulling,
squeezing, and twisting my nipples, Honey.  He didn't have your
technique with my tits, but as you know... you weren't
available."

	'Oh shit... I'm so sorry.  I..."

	"Shut up.  I've already told you that I don't want to hear any
of your lame apologies.  Martin got me after Garvin left.  He
liked the same thing as Alex did... dry fucking me on the dance
floor in front of a dozen men.  But he was a lot more aggressive.
 At the start of the second song, he had his hand underneath my
skirt rubbing my ass and sliding his fingers up and down my
crease.  He lifted me even higher than Alex had done so that he
had his erection pressed right against my slit and clit.  Before
the song ended, he had his hand inside my panties and his fingers
against my asshole."

	"Did you... I mean... did you..."

	"Did I cum?  Of course I came.  Twice.  But you know, Darling,
the more times I came, the hotter I seemed to get.  It was just
so dirty and sexy."

	"You said there were four men?"

	"Oh yes.  Dear Wayne.  He was fourth.  He had been watching me
while Alex, Garvin, and Martin did their thing with me on the
dance floor.  Wayne had no interest in dancing with me.  His only
interest was in getting me naked and fucking my brains out,
Darling.  Oh Honey!  Your cock is hard... really hard now.  You
like hearing how slutty your wife was tonight, don't you?"

	"Yes, I do.  I wish it had been me, but I'm glad you had a good
time, and thinking about how hot you must have been is making me
so damn hard."

	"I could have been you.  It should have been you, but you had
other things that had to be done... too bad.  Wayne got my top
down and my both of my tits out right at the bar.  At least 10 or
so men were enjoying the sight.  After that, he pulled my skirt
up around my waist."

	"And you weren't wearing panties!"

	"I was at that time, Darling.  He made me mount the bar and
spread wide open in front of all the men.  The crowd was pretty
large by that time.  I was so hot, I just touched the crotch of
my panties and I had an orgasm.  Wayne knew it and told all of
those men that I was cumming."

	"Was that it?" I asked as I was now thrusting slowly in and out
of my wife's pussy.

	"Of course not!  Wayne told me bluntly... right there that he
was going to fuck me.  I started throbbing again when he said it.
 It turned out that Wayne is the new assistant manager at
Richard's... so he had a private place to take me... his office.
He led me there with my tits naked and bouncing.  Once he got me
inside, he started kissing me and working his erection against my
cunt until I was about to cum again.  At that point, he stopped
and stripped me completely... except for my heels, of course. 
Men always seem to want to fuck sluts when they're wearing heels,
Darling."

	I was now fucking Sheila much harder and faster.  "How many
times did he fuck you?"

	"None.  Zero.  He stripped naked, but he never got his cock into
my pussy."

	"Why?  Did he lose his erection for some reason?"

	Here, Sheila laughed.  "Brent, that stud was hard as carbon
steel.  His cock was standing straight up... big... long.... and
very thick.  I almost came from just looking at that monster fuck
stick."

	"Then why didn't he fuck you?"

	"Because, I got mad and disgusted.  So I got up dressed while he
was calling me the worst cock teasing bitch he had ever met in
his life.  I couldn't find my panties, as you already know.  He
was still cussing me when I left and came home."

	"So none of the men fucked you?  I knew I didn't taste any cum
inside your pussy when I went down on you, but I thought that
they must have used condoms.  Why did you get mad and leave?"

	"Because, Darling, he made the stupid mistake of calling my
husband... the man I love... a poor schmuck.  You were a stupid,
inconsiderate jerk tonight... but you were not... never have
been... and never will be a poor schmuck.  There was no way I was
going to let him fuck me after he insulted the man I love like
that."

	Of all the wonderful things my wife had said to me over the
years, none... absolutely none... equaled what she had just said.
 I told her that and then added, "I don't deserve you.  But I'm
going to change that."

	"You can begin by fucking me again.  I don't seem to able to get
enough tonight.  Do you think I'm a latent nymphomaniac?"

	"I hope so... my god do I ever hope so!"

	"MMmmmmm...love that.  You say the nicest things.  Fuck me
again, Lover."

	"Can I ask one question first about Wayne?"

	"Will it make you even harder?"

	"Probably."

	"Then ask it... hurry!"

	"Even though Wayne made you furious, you still wanted to fuck
him, didn't you?"

	"Oh hell yes.  I wanted that big rod up my pussy so damn bad...
If he had just kept his stupid mouth shut, he would have still
been fucking me tonight instead of you.  And one more thing."

	"Yes?"  My cock was now iron hard and throbbing inside my wife's
wet cunt.

	"If I had known that you enjoyed hearing about it so much, I
would have fucked him anyway.  Now are you ready to fuck me
again?"

	"Oh you'd better believe it, you delicious hot slut."

	"Turn me over this time, Lover, and fuck my ass... I want you to
fuck it hard."

	"Love to... let me get the astroglide so there won't be any
pain."

	"No need, Honey.  It's already lubed up, cleaned, and ready."

	"How?"

	"I told you that I spent two hours getting ready this afternoon
for our date tonight.  Naturally, I cleaned and lubed my ass so
it would be ready for you.  It is and your cock feels hard as
iron..  Fuck my hot ass, Honey!"

	I spent almost forty minutes screwing my wife's ass.  She came
so many times, we both lost track before I fired my third load of
the evening deep inside her bowels.

	After that, we cuddled up together and fell into a deep sleep. 
As tired as I was, I thought I would sleep soundly through the
night and until late the next morning, but around 4 AM I woke up
with a raging erection caused by my wife's mouth sucking on my
cock.  I moaned and began thrusting upward into her mouth hole.

	"Ooohh goody.  You're finally awake.  I'm sorry to be such a
nympho glutton for sex, but I need to ride your big cock Baby. 
Can I?"

	"What else can I expect?  You note to me said you were a sexy,
hot-assed bitch.  Mount it!"

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

The Plan:

	Over the next week, Sheila never once threw my horrible lapse of
memory in my face.  In fact, she never referred to it in any way
unless you count her describing her hot evening at Richard's
while we were in bed fucking as "referring to it".  She did it
solely to turn us both on and not in any vindictive way. 
Needless to say, I felt extremely lucky.  As an added bonus, the
sex remained almost as hot as it had been the night she went to
Richard's.

	However, I also knew that I had let her down badly.  She
wouldn't listen to any verbal apologies so I knew I had to come
up with another way to express my regrets and make it up to her.


	I had drawn a blank on what to do until one evening I was having
lunch with my brother, Bruce, who owns one of the busiest and
most successful real estate agencies in the city.  In addition to
selling property, he also handles upscale rentals for people who
own second vacation homes.  Since these people generally only use
their second home two months a year or so, they turn it over to
Bruce to rent to appropriate clients for short vacations.  The
rates are pricey, but the homes are really outstanding.

	"Bruce, would you happen to have a really great home on Lake
Markham for a couple of weeks the first part of June?"

	"Sure do," he replied.  "In fact, I have the nicest home on the
lake available.  It has every thing... private pool, three large
bedrooms, den, game room, sauna, whirlpool, private dock.  In
fact, I think the owners would be happy to throw in the use of
their cabin cruiser for the two weeks."

	"How much?" I asked.

	"Nothing you can't afford.  Normally, I would rent the place for
$1500 a week, but for my brother, I'll skip my profit and let you
have it for what the owners are asking, $2,000 for the two
weeks."

	"I'll take it, but for $3,000 not $2,000, and I want the cabin
cruiser."

	"You got it, but there is one downside... there is another home
about 200 ft or so down the shore line.  So you probably won't
have the complete isolation you might want."

	"That's not a problem.  Is it rented already?"

	"It is, but only for the first week of June.  The second week,
it's vacant, at least for now."

	"Let's head back to your office, and I'll sign the papers. 
Don't say anything to Sheila about this, please.  I want it to be
a surprise."

	"You got it, Brother."

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	I had the better part of two weeks to make all the arrangements
for our vacation on Lake Markham, and it took every bit of that.
There was a lot of shopping, negotiating with key people at my
plant, making arrangements for my extended absence.  If things
worked out well, Sheila was going to love the first two weeks of
June.

	I broke the news to her the last week of May.  After describing
the house and its facilities, the private dock, the private pool
and private swimming area in the lake, and the cabin cruiser, she
was elated.

	"You mean to say you're going to take two weeks off work
completely?  You're not even going to go to the plant to check on
things?"

	"What things?  What plant?  The only thing I'm going to spend
time checking on is my wife's hot pussy and ass.  I plan to spend
hours every day checking on that.  I have also found a really hot
night spot that I'm sure we'll both enjoy.  The crowd is somewhat
younger than the clientele at Richard's but its a hot club.  I
can't wait to show off my sexy wife."

	"What about my deadlines for the magazines?"

	"You have a week to get that done.  If you don't, then take
along a lap top.  I promise to let you work undisturbed for ...
oh... say up to three hours a day.  How's that?"

	""That's too long.  I don't want to go three hours without
having my hot stud panting for my body.  What should I take to
wear?"

	"Every hot outfit you have.  You might also take a couple of
more conservative dresses or slacks in case we want to head for
town to take in a movie or something.  The closest town is 15
miles away, but we'll have both cars."

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	We left for the Lake early Friday morning during the first week
of June, as planned.  I had loaded the cars the previous evening
so we were all set to leave right after breakfast.  Sheila was
wildly excited.

	"I just can't wait to get you alone in that secluded house for
two weeks.  You better be prepared."

	"I am, Honey.  You better believe it.  I am."

	Sheila gave me a sexy look and said, "Good.  Are we ready to
head out?"

	"Not quite yet.  There's one item I haven't told you about."

	"Oh?  And what might that be?"

	"You've heard of the "Twelve Days of Christmas"... well, this is
going to be the "Fourteen Days of June."  Here's today's
present."  I handed her an large box that bore the logo of
Neiman-Marcus.

	Sheila was well aware of the expensive prices on anything from
Neiman-Marcus.  Her hand went to her mouth when she saw the logo.
 "Oh my god.  This is for me?"

	"Well, when you see it, you'll know it's not for me unless
you're married to a closet drag queen."

	Her hands were actually shaking when she opened the box.  I
loved it!  Taking off the lid and looking inside, her hand flew
to her mouth.  She was unable to suppress the gasp of surprise
and pleasure when she saw the Oleg Cassini original dress inside.
 "My god... my god... my god," she said over and over.  "What did
this gorgeous dress cost?"

	"What kind of crass question is that?  Didn't your mother ever
teach you not to ask such questions?"

	"I hope it fits," my wife gushed with pleasure.

	"It will fit.  Guaranteed.  It will fit perfectly, even over
those huge tits of yours.  Try it on... see if you like it.  I
have reservations at several upscale dining rooms where this will
turn every woman green with envy."

	Sheila ran to the bedroom to try on the dress.  When she came
back, she was a vision to behold.  The dress fit like a second
skin... elegant... beautiful... flattering to her figure.  She
was beaming.

	"Tell me, you beautiful man, what do I have to do to earn such a
gift?"

	"Guess."

	It was ten minutes before she stopped hugging and kissing me. 
When she did stop, she whispered, "Take me to bed... right now...
fuck me full of cum so I can feel it running down my thighs all
the way to the lake."

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The Lake House: Friday

	Just before we left, I suggested that we stop at a roadside rest
stop about half way to Lake Markham and fuck in the back of the
SUV I would be driving.  "Get real, Honey.  I've already got one
big cum load up my cunt.  If you put in another one, I'll soil
the seat of my car.  Let's get to the lake house... then you can
screw me six times a day."

	"Why are limiting me to six times a day?  I thought we were
going to have a hot, sensuous vacation?"

	"Darling, if you can bang me more than six times a day, go to
it, Stud!"

	"I intend to try.

	On the drive to the lake, I followed Sheila.  Thirty minutes
into the one-hour drive, I called her on her cell.  She picked up
on the first ring.  "Any problems, Honey?"

	"None, everything's great.  How about you?  Any problems?"

	"Yeah.  A big hard one."

	My wife laughed and said, "Poor baby."

	"Pull your skirt up to your waist."

	"Mmmmm... does that turn you on, you hot stud?"

	"Do it," I whispered.

	"Is your cock out?"

	"No... not yet."

	"You take yours out, and I'll pull up my skirt to the top of my
thighs and take off my panties."

	"You got a deal, Honey."

	Less than a minute later.  "Is it out?  Is it hard, Baby?  Big
and hard for my cunt?"

	"Oh hell yes!  Are you panties off?  Fingers in?"

	"Oh hell yes!"

	We drove for another 20 minutes.  My cell phone rang.  Picking
it up, I heard, "Oooohhh I'm cumming, Brent.  I'm cumming!"

	With all of our erotic play, the one-hour drive took us an hour
and 20 minutes.  When we pulled into the driveway of our vacation
home, Sheila was ecstatic.  "It's fantastic, Honey.  How in the
world did you ever find such a gorgeous home to rent?"

	"Bruce found it for me.  Come on.  Let's get the suitcases into
the house and look the place over."

	It took us the better part of an hour to move everything into
the house.  When Sheila  entered the kitchen to check out what,
if anything, was available, she found a complete array of kitchen
appliances.  She also found the fridge filled to the brim with
food.  "Where did all the food come from, Brent?"

	"I spent Wednesday up here getting every thing ready for us.  I
don't think it will be necessary for us to waste any time grocery
shopping.  Let's check out the pool and deck area."

	The pool and deck were gorgeous.  Off to one side, there was a
hot tub big enough for five or six people.  But as gorgeous as it
was, my wife's sexy ass had them beat to hell and back.  In a
flash, I was behind her with my hands cupping her big tits and my
rigid cock thrusting into her ass crease.

	"Oh, Baby.  You're hard.  Really hard!  You must not have shot
off on the drive up here."

	"I didn't.  I prefer to shoot off inside your delectable holes.
Starting right now!"

	Shield turned and took a seat on one of the beach chairs.  She
pulled me close and make quick work of my pants.  In just a few
seconds, she had them down around my thighs with my throbbing
erection aimed right at her open mouth.  I let her wrap her hand
around it and jerk it a few times before I pulled her to her
feet.  I got her dress down below her big tits even faster than
she had gotten my cock out.  "Damn.  No bra.  Love that!"

	"Thought you would, Honey."  I sucked hard on her nipples
bringing moans of pleasure from her mouth.  "What about the
neighbors?"

	"It they're looking, they're about to get a hot porn show," I
said as I pulled her dress up to her hips and fingered her wet,
naked cunt.  "No panties either."

	"You made me take them off in the car, remember?"

	In just a few minutes, I had my wife's ass humping back and
forth against my hand and my probing... thrusting fingers.  "Lie
down, Darling.  I want to suck your big cock."

	"Ok.  But don't expect little favors like this all the time," I
grinned as I stretched out on one of the beach chairs.  My cock
was rigid... sticking straight up in the air and jerking with hot
anticipation.

	Sheila leaned over me.  Her big tits mashed into my thighs as
she engulfed my rod with her mouth.  As she sucked me, she
wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and jacked me off at
the same time as she sucked.  My ass was now humping up and down
even faster than my wife's had been doing a few minutes before.

	When she felt my rod beginning to swell and throb, she removed
her mouth and asked, "Do you want to cum in my mouth, Lover, or
shall I mount this big pussy stretcher?"

	"You've got the hottest mouth around... but I really want to
feel your cunt sliding up and down my cock."

	"So do I, Honey... So Do I!"

	My wife straddled me.  I held my cock steady as she fitted her
pussy opening over the head and rammed her ass down its full
length.  We both groaned with the hot sensation as her pussy lips
kissed my balls and my cock head caressed her womb.

	"Fuck me, you hot Bitch!"

	Her hips beat a steady tempo up and down my rod.  The harder I
throbbed, the faster she fucked me.  "I'm about to cum, Honey,"
she warned.  "Can you cum with me?"

	"Oh fuck yes!  Fuck me, Bitch... hard... pump my cock!"

	Five minutes later, we were both panting as her full weight
pressed her body against mine.  Our organs were still joined...
still slowly throbbing as the thick semen mixed with her cuntal
secretions seeped from her pussy around my now semi-hard rod and
ran over my balls and onto the beach chair.

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	An hour later, we were back inside the house with Sheila
unpacking the clothes and putting them in the walk-in closets and
the dresser drawers.

	"I think I'll head down to the dock area to check out the cabin
cruiser... make sure it's in good running order, filled with
gasoline, and so on.  I'll be back in about 30 or 40 minutes,
Honey.  Call me on the cell if you need anything."

	"I'll be fine.  Can we take a cruise of the lake later?  I've
never been screwed on the open deck of a cabin cruiser."

	"I'm certain that can be arranged.  I know a guy whose stud fee
is very reasonable."

	"Ok.  Don't try to short change him.  I'm willing to go as high
as ten bucks... for the entire night, of course."

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	Brent had only been gone for about 10 minutes when the phone
rang.  I stopped unpacking and answered it on the third ring.

	"Hello.  Sheila Kilgore speaking."

	"Mrs. Kilgore, this is Fred Samules at the plant.  I need to
speak with your husband immediately.  It's an emergency.  Is he
there?"

	"Not at the moment.  But he's close by.  What's the problem?"

	"It's awful, I'm afraid.  We've had an explosion at the plant. 
My best information is that the detonation did not destroy a lot,
but our two senior project engineers, Mr. Jack Peterson and Mr.
Norman Seymore, were in the immediate area when the explosion
occurred.  They're both in intensive care as we speak.  The
problem is that we have to shut down that section of the plant,
check all the lines, valves, flow streams, and so on.  I know you
just started your first real vacation in years, and I hate having
to tell you this, but we've got to have Brent back at the plant
immediately.  He's the only one who knows exactly how to shut
down the plant... it's not like turning off your oven... and he's
the only one who knows exactly what needs to be checked and
tested, how to repair damaged parts, and how to bring the plant
back on line.  When can you reach him... Please hurry!"

	"I'll have him on the line in less than ten minutes.  Give me
your number."

	Thirty minutes later, a very sad-faced husband sat down with me
in the den.  "It's not as bad as it might have been, Honey.  Jack
has a broken leg, a broken arm, and two cracked ribs.   Norman
was further away, but the escaping gases caught fire as he ran. 
He has second degree burns over about 20% of his back.  They've
got him in the intensive burn center.  Both  of them will
recover, but Jack will be out for at least a month and then he'll
be in a cast after that.  Norman will probably be back at work in
a month."

	I was trying hard to hold back my tears.  So our vacation is
over before it has hardly begun?"

	"No!  We have a lot of junior engineers who can handle every
thing once I shut the plant down, check the critical elements,
and instruct them how to bring the plant back on line when
maintenance has repaired the damaged units.  I should be done in
five or six days.  Samules told me we could take another week off
complements of the corporation.  So we'll have two full weeks,
the start will just be delayed for five or six days.  I'll call
Bruce and have him extend the rental another week.  I want you to
stay here.  Enjoy the lake... the pool... sauna... hot tub... the
cabin cruiser... and the house.  I'll call you every evening to
keep you informed of how things are going and when I will get
back.  Cheer up, Darling.  Jack and Norman will be Ok.  I'll get
the plant running smoothly again and in five or six days, we'll
have a great two weeks together.  You can use the time while I'm
away to get all your writing work done for the magazines.  Ok?"

	"Ok," I said feeling much, much better now.  "But I'm going to
be really lonely for those five or six days."

	"That's not very long, Darling.  And if you get too horny, you
have a large dildo and a vibrator to keep you happy."

	"Those aren't a very good substitute for your big cock, Lover. 
But I'll be fine.  You take of business and make sure you don't
get hurt.  I and my wet, hot pussy will be waiting for you."

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	Brent had left 10 minutes after giving me all the details. 
Although, I was sad that the accident had occurred and felt badly
that his colleagues had been injured, I felt really good that I
was married to the man the corporation turned to in a real
emergency.  My problem, of course, was my sexual libido had been
turned to 'high" after so many weeks of anticipation.  Being
alone for five or six days with my pussy on fire was going to be
a problem, but, as Brent has said, a vibrator on my clit and my
dildo in my pussy would help a lot.

	After fixing myself a light supper, I watched TV for awhile and
then retired to the master bedroom where I had hoped to be
soundly fucked several times during the night.  Now, I was alone.
 I thought about using my vibrator, but I had been laid twice
during the day and had masturbated on the drive to the lake, so I
decided to wait until tomorrow before using it.  Surprisingly, I
slept soundly until 8:30 AM.

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

The Lake House:  Saturday

	After breakfast, I figured it was time to check the swimming
area at the lake, the dock, and see if I could handle the cabin
cruiser.  Not having seen anyone around, I put on a tank top that
didn't quite cover my navel and micro-mini denim skirt that
started right where my pubic bush would have ended if I weren't
shaved and ended right at the junction of my thighs and butt.

	My only concession to modesty was a pair of bikini panties.  I
had packed a pair of tennis shoes for hiking, but I was only
going down to the dock, so I just slipped into my open toed
sandals with the four-inch, fuck-me heels.  Looking at myself in
the mirror, I regretted that my husband was not here.  If he had
been, I would already be bent over the couch with his big cock up
my very eager pussy.

	As I walked down the dock to where the cabin cruiser was moored,
I was keenly aware of the bounce of my unfettered breasts and of
the cool air on my nearly exposed pussy.  The cruiser roared to
life as soon as I turned the key in the ignition.  I had been on
boats many times when I was a teenager, so I anticipated no
problems if I wanted to take a cruise around the lake later.

	When I got out of the boat, I heard splashing in the water. 
Turning, I was surprised to see two young men swimming toward the
dock.  They seemed to be racing, which didn't surprise me
considering what I was wearing... or more accurately, what I
wasn't wearing.  When they reached the dock, they clung to one of
the piers and said, "Hi.  I'm John.  This is my friend Tom. 
You're staying in the million dollar home aren't you?"

	Both John and Tom were late teens, maybe 20 at the most, and
both were very well built, handsome guys.  At the moment, they
were staring up at me as I stood on the dock over them.  Both of
them had their eyes fastened on my nearly transparent panties
which,  from their position below me, were on display.  I knew
they were staring my panty-covered pussy, but I found myself just
standing there and letting them stare.  "I am, but how did you
know that?"

	'Tom and I and three of our friends are staying in the house
about 100 feet down the shore from you.  We were sunbathing in
our back yard yesterday when you, and I guess your husband, were
out back looking over your pool and deck."

	Now I felt my face turning red.  They must have had a great view
of me sucking Brent's cock and later of my husband's cock
pounding in and out of my cunt when I was riding him.  You're
right.  That was my husband, Brent.  I hope we didn't embarrass
you."

	"Hardly!"  They both laughed... still staring at my panties.  I
shifted my weight and in the process moved my feet slightly
further apart.  "Where's Brent now?  Still asleep?"

	"No.  He's gone."  I told them the story about the plant.  When
I did, I could see the mixed emotions on their faces... on the
one hand, they were truly sorry to learn that two men had been
seriously injured, but on the other hand, having my husband gone
for five or six days didn't displease them.

	"What brings five young guys like you to the lake anyway?" I
asked.

	"We've just graduated from high school and this last year, we
won the state class B, football championship.  Eight days here on
the lake is a combination graduation present and a reward for
winning the championship.  This is our fourth day."

	"So you'll be here until Tuesday?  or Wednesday?  Are you guys
enjoying yourselves?"

	Tom now spoke up.  "We leave Wednesday afternoon.  We've been
having a great time, and it's getting better."

	"Why don't you two get out of the water and join me here on the
dock.  We've got the use of that cabin cruiser.  I haven't taken
it out yet.  When I do, would you be interested in a boat ride?"

	Both John and Tom continued to tread water and hang onto the
pier.  I knew they were enjoying the view, but the invitation to
join me seemed to me like something they would be eager to
accept.  "Come on, you can't stay down there all day staring at
my panties."

	Both of their faces flushed at having been caught staring, but
they grinned and easily hoisted their bodies onto the dock with
me.  I sat down between them.  "There.  This makes it much easier
to chat, doesn't it?"

	"Yeah, but like you said, the view's not as good."

	My face didn't flush this time, but I felt myself becoming damp
between my thighs.  Both of the young men looked exactly like
state champion football players.  Their muscles rippled as they
had climbed onto the dock, and now, sitting beside me, I could
see that there wasn't an ounce of fat on either of them.  I could
also see the large bulges of their erections in their swim
trunks.  Usually, an older man will become interested when he
sees a woman's panties, but few will get hard.  An 18-year old is
a different story.  Both of their cocks were obviously hard as
stone from staring at my panties.

	They wanted to know what I planned to do during the week my
husband would be occupied with the accident at his plant.  I
said, "Probably read some... write, I'm a free lance writer for
several women's magazines... maybe swim... take the boat out for
a cruise.  Why don't you guys join me for dinner.  I'm a pretty
good cook and that way I don't have to eat alone and you guys get
a home cooked meal."  Of course, they accepted immediately.

	"Sounds great," John said.  "Why don't you go put on a swim suit
and join us for a swim.  While you're changing, I'll go get our
friends so you can meet them."

	"All right.  It'll take me about 10 minutes or so to change. 
Why don't all of you meet me on my front porch in 15?  I'll give
you a quick tour of the house and then we can go for a swim."

	As I was walking back down the dock toward the house, I could
feel Tom and John's eyes on my retreating ass.  Almost without
thought, I exaggerated the swing of my hips for their benefit.  I
knew what I was doing was totally slutty, but at this point, my
pussy was doing the thinking.

	Since I had expected to be swimming alone with my husband during
our vacation, the only bathing suit I had brought with me was a
light blue, string bikini.  It was no more than two tiny strips
of cloth.  The two triangles of material that represented the bra
didn't even begin to cover my tits.  They did cover my nipples
but not much more.  As for the bottom part, the small triangle
shielded my pussy slit and most of the lips, but not much more. 
My ass was totally exposed by the tiny string that sank out of
sight between my cheeks.

	The five teenaged athletes were all waiting for me on my front
porch.  Opening the door, I smiled and said hello to the three
new arrivals.  Like Tom and John, all three of them stared at my
nearly naked body.

	"This is Sheila, guys," said John.  "Sheila, this is Felix,
Carl, and Lance."

	"Hi, Felix, Carl, and Lance.  Congratulations on graduation and
winning the state championship.  I'm not particularly surprised
that you won considering how the five of you are built.  All of
you look like solid muscle.  Well. come on in and see the house."

	They all followed me ... once again staring at my now naked ass
as my hips swung from side to side.  "Pretty nice layout, don't
you think?" I asked.

	"Oh hell yes... it's a gorgeous layout," Carl said in a near
whisper.  I was pretty certain that he wasn't thinking about the
house.

	Five pair of eyes were now gaping at my nearly naked tits and at
my pussy just barely concealed by the bikini bottoms of my suit.
It was obvious that John, Felix, and Carl already had throbbing
erections.  Their bathing suits looked like they were about to
rip open.  Tom and Lance both had nice bulges but weren't fully
hard yet.

	"How about a beer or a glass of wine before we go swimming?" I
suggested.  No one objected and five minutes later, we were all
seated around the dining room table.  I had a glass of chablis as
did Carl.  The other guys were drinking beer.  At least they were
supposed to be drinking.  What they were actually doing was
staring at my almost naked tits, which I was doing nothing to
conceal.

	Felix was shaking his head as he stared into my cleavage.  "Is
something wrong?" I asked him.

	"Wrong?  Hardly!  Your breasts are awesome.  You make my
girlfriend look like a boy."

	My face flushed again... this time with pleasure and excitement.
 "Well, I hope you guys aren't offended by my suit.  I didn't
expect to be going swimming with five young, handsome men."

	Lance responded immediately.  "Offended?  Hell no!  Your husband
is a one lucky guy."  The others all nodded their agreement.

	"Why thank you, Lance.  That's a really nice thing to say. 
Shall we go swimming?"

	For the next two hours, we swam in the cool water of the lake,
chatted, and played around.  Surprisingly, none of the guys tried
to touch me under the water.  Occasionally, one of them would
bump into me... sort of accidentally on purpose... but there was
no overt fondling.  Eventually, I said, "I'm getting tired.  Not
nearly as strong and fit as you guys.  I think I'll head back to
the house, change into something more decent, and get dinner
started.  I'll expect you say around 7 PM?  That Ok?"

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	Once again alone in the house, I laid out a sexy outfit for the
evening and then climbed into the shower.  While I waited for the
water to get warm, my hand moved almost automatically to my
pussy.  I was shocked at how wet it was... almost like I was
freshly fucked with a huge load of semen inside me.

	While I showered, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to flirt with
these teenaged guys.  They were all of age, and I really didn't
think my husband would be angry.  I realized that with five randy
young men, things might go further than just flirting, but if
they did, well... that was better than using my dildo and my
vibrator.  I grinned at the wickedness of my own thoughts.

	After dressing for the evening, I put a roast and some potatoes
in the oven and made a salad.  The fridge was well stocked with
beer and we had an ample supply of wine.  I also found the rum
and vodka Brent had bought.  At 5:30, the phone rang.  It was my
husband.

	"Hi, Beautiful.  Is every thing going well?"

	"Oh yes.  No problems.  I checked out the boat today and went
for a long swim.  Just put on dinner... roast and potatoes.  
Wish you were here, Honey."

	"Me too."

	"What's the situation at the plant and with Jack and Norman?"

	"The plant is fine.  There won't be much repair work.  A couple
of parts will have to be replaced.  I will have every thing shut
down by late tonight.  Two days for the repairs.  Another two
days to get the plant up and running and one more to instruct all
the junior engineers what to do while I'm gone.  I should be back
by next Friday.  Jack and Norman are in some pain, but nothing
dangerous.  It will be some time before they're back at work."

	"That's wonderful, Darling.  I'm proud of you... I really am."

	"Thank you.  I hope you're not too lonely."

	"I'm managing, but I miss you."

	"Good.  How many times have your used your dildo or vibrator?"

	"None yet, but my will power is weakening, Lover."

	"I would hope so.  Take care, Darling.  Remember, if you need
anything, call me... day or night... on my cell."

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	The guys arrived shortly before 7 PM, which didn't surprise me
in the slightest.  They were all dressed in either tight shorts
or equally tight jeans and T-shirts.  I had to force myself not
to stare... five, 18-year old, handsome, well-built, and from I
had seen in their swim trunks, really hung studs.  The hottest
thing was that I knew they all wanted to fuck me and more.  I
wondered if they were already hard.  I knew my clit was.

	While I was trying not to stare, they made no effort to disguise
how much they liked the way I looked in my tight blue, short
dress and its plunging neckline.  "Dinner will be ready in about
30 minutes.  Shall we have a drink?  I've got wine, beer, rum,
vodka, and mix."

	Tom suggested we have wine and beer now and have the rum and
vodka after dinner.  After I had served the guys their drinks, I
sat down on the couch with Carl and Felix on either side of me,
John and Tom sitting in a couple of easy chairs facing the couch,
and Lance sitting on the floor directly in front of me.  Even
though there was another empty lounge chair, he preferred the
floor where he had an excellent view up my dress, particularly
when and if I uncrossed my legs.

	Everyone of the other guys also knew why Lance was sitting on
the floor.  John even asked, "How's the view from down there,
Lance?"  When his face flushed, everyone laughed, including me.

	Trying to recover, he said, "It's really nice, but not as nice
as it would be if Sheila would uncross her legs."

	"Be patient, Honey.  Maybe you'll get lucky later," I
admonished.

	We flirted back and forth until it was time to eat.  After
dinner, we were back in the den again.  This time Carl grabbed
the seat on the floor in front of me.  Felix again sat beside me.
 He had brought in the bottle of rum and passed it to me for an
"after dinner drink", as he put it.  I drank straight from the
bottle as did all guys.  We passed the bottle back and forth
until two-thirds of the rum was gone.  I felt a little
light-headed.

	"Ok, guys.  I want to know the truth.  Everyone says football
players get a ton of pussy.  Is that true?  You first, John...
and no lying!"

	"Depends on what you call "a ton", Sheila.  I've dated five
girls this last year."

	"And?" I asked.

	"And what?" he asked, even though he knew very well what I was
asking.

	Lance clarified my question for him.  "Sheila wants to know how
many of the five you fucked, John."

	"Oh.  I thought that was obvious.  All of them."

	One by one, the guys related their sexual conquests during their
championship senior year... no names, of course.  When they
finished, I commented, "Well, if you guys aren't lying through
your teeth, I'd say that what everyone says is true, actually is.
 But I have to ask, with all that young pussy, why are you guys
spending time with an old woman like me?"

	Carl answered.  "Simple.  You're more beautiful and a lot more
sensuous than any of the girls we've dated in high school.  I get
hard just looking at your legs."

	There were several more compliments like that, and each one
increased my excitement another notch.  The rum was exhausted by
this time.  From the floor, Carl said, "Sheila, I've been waiting
patiently for you to show me more of your hot legs... how about
it?"

	"Why not?  You've been nice and patient.  I guess you deserve a
reward.  Move back a little Felix so I can get my legs up on the
couch."  Felix moved and I leaned back on my elbow, steepled my
left knee causing my short dress to slide back to the hips, and
spread wide open.  "How's this, Carl?"

	"It's unbelievable!"

	"We can't see from over here, Sheila," Tom protested

	Giggling, I sat up and again spread my legs wide apart
completely exposing the entire wet crotch of my panties.  With my
legs open, I could smell the musky aroma of my excited cunt.

	"Can you guys see Ok now?"

	"Of fuck, yes.  At least part of what we want to see."  Every
guy was now squeezing and slowly stroking his cock through their
shorts or jeans.

	Felix and Lance leaned over so they could look down between my
open thighs.  As close as they were, I knew they could smell my
arousal.  For their part, John and Tom leaned forward in their
chairs to get a better view.  There were now five very hard cocks
in the room and one gushing cunt.

	I leaned back and felt Felix's hand on my right thigh and
Lance's stroking my left one.  They pulled my legs even further
apart.  John was now standing behind me with his hands down the
bodice of my dress feeling my tits, which for the moment were
still protected by my bra.  Lance turned my head and covered my
mouth with his.  His tongue drove between my lips and explored
inside my mouth.  The deep kiss lasted a minute before Felix
wanted a turn at my mouth.  He turned my head toward him and
another man was now kissing me with his tongue deep inside my
mouth.  After that, they had me switching back and forth between
them.

	I heard myself moaning as John got his hands inside my bra and
began tugging and squeezing my very hard nipples.  I hissed with
hot excitement when I felt the zipper of my dress being lowered
in back.  Carl was now kneeling between my spread knees.  He
leaned forward and took hold of my dress that was now below my
tits.  Automatically, I raised my ass off the couch and in a
flash, Carl had my dress off.  When I saw him throw it aside, my
cunt began to throb wildly.  I realized I was moaning.  The five
guys all heard it, and no one, including me, had any further
doubt that they were all going to fuck me.

	Tom pushed the large ottoman right in front of the couch.  "Put
her on the couch so we'll have more room."  A moment later, Felix
and Lance lifted my body and put me on the ottoman.  With all
five men standing around me, I raised both knees and again spread
wide open.  John pulled one bra strap off my shoulder exposing
one of my nipples.  When I gasped, he unhooked the bra and pulled
it off my body.  It quickly throw aside to join my dress.  Hands
captured both of my tits and caressed them sensuously with male
fingers working both of my nipples.	

	"Get her panties off," John said as he twisted both nipples
making me cry out in passion.

	Momentarily, the men moved away from me.  Seeing all of them
stripping and exposing five iron-hard, big cocks made my pussy
contract and my clit pulse.  When I saw precum dripping from
three of the cocks, my first orgasm surged through my cunt.

	"She's cumming... fuck!  Look at that!" Carl shouted.

	Tom moved closer.  His big fuck stick was sticking straight up,
its head purple and swollen with lust.  He pushed me onto my back
on the couch and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my
panties.  Again, I lifted my legs and rolled onto my back so he
could pull the sodden panties up my raised legs.  Once my panties
were off, he threw them on top of my dress and bra.

	Having gotten me stripped except for my heels, Tom moved between
my spread legs, pushed his hands beneath my ass and pulled me
forward so that my cunt was right at the edge of the couch.  He
positioned his cock at the opening of my throbbing sex slit. 
"Ready, Sheila?"

	"Oh god yes!  Fuck me, Tom.  Hard!"
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	Tom slowly pushed his thick shaft into me.  The big head
stretched me open... wide ... then even wider.

	"OOOOHHHH... You're big... AAAHHH.... SO FUCKING BIG!"  Hearing
me moan, Tom stopped for fear of hurting me.  "Don't stop.  DAMN
YOU!  DON'T STOP.  PUT IT IN MEEEEEE!"

	"But it's hurting you."

	"It doesn't hurt a woman to be fucked, Tom.  It just feels
fantastic.  Just go slow until my cunt stretches enough... then I
want you to fuck the shit of out me with that big prick!"

	Tom grinned.  "You got it, Sheila."

	"Not yet, Stud...  But I'm hoping you'll give it to me.  STICK
IT IN ME!"

	Tom finished pushing the big cock head into my hot hole.  Once
he had it in, he grunted, "Oh Baby.  You're cunt is so damn
tight.  I'm going to fuck it into you... now!"

	"UUGGHHH... OOHH GOD!  WHAT A COCK.  UUUMMMM... SO GOOD.  GIVE
ME MORE!  Please Tom.  More... More... STICK ALL OF IT INTO ME!"

	The hot stud buried it up my cunt and held it in deep while my
impaled cunt throbbed around his huge shaft.  He pulled back
until just the head was in me... then fucked it back into my
depths until his balls smacked against my upturned ass.

	"OOOHHHH SO FUCKING GOOD!  I LOVE IT!  FUCK ME, TOM.  HARD!"

	I didn't have to tell him twice.  His cock began to hammer into
me like a pile driver.  Every stroke drove my ass deep into the
couch as his cock thudded into my womb, his big balls bouncing
off my asshole.  Again and again, he hammered his length in and
out of my cunt.

	"I'm cumming, Tom.  OOhhhhh my god.   I'm cumming."

	With my vagina convulsing in hard contractions about his cock,
there was no way Tom could keep from cumming.  I felt his cock
swelling.  Then it jerked spastically several times as my pussy
continued to throb around him.  Finally, he groaned.  I felt a
hard, jerking contraction surge through his shaft as the first
thick jet of his cum fired into my cunt right up against my womb.
 Feeling him cumming inside me made me cum again.  His cock
jerked hard several times in rapid succession, and each time it
jerked, another huge stream of semen and sperm were ejected deep
inside my convulsing hole.  By the time he finished, he must have
shot in a load twice the twice Brent usually pumped into me.

	As soon as Tom slumped on top of my body, Felix pulled him from
between my legs and put me on the floor on my hands and knees. 
Once he had me in position, I looked back at him.  He didn't even
notice as his full attention was locked onto my wet, open pussy
with Tom's load slowly seeping out.  "Do you like sloppy seconds,
Felix?"

	"Love them, Honey.  You ready?"

	"I'm a lot more than just ready, Stud.  If you don't stop
talking and fuck me, I'm going to get really angry."

	"Hot Bitch," he growled as he mounted me and slammed his dick
all the way into me on the first thrust.  He wasn't quite a big
as Tom, but he was more than big enough to make my entire vagina
convulse in another climax.

	Felix fucked me like a demon... sinking his cock deep into my
pussy again and again.  At the same time, he reached around my
hips and used his fingers on my throbbing clitoris.

	"Oohhhh my god!  I'm cumming again... Screw me!  Where did you
learn to fuck like this, Honey?"

	"Inside the pussies of a lot high school girls, Sheila.  Arch
that hot ass higher, Babe!"

	"AAaaahhhhh fuckkk... you're making me cum again...  those high
school sluts really taught you how to make a older, married slut
cum, Honey... Pump it to meeeeeeeee!"

	There was no way I could keep my mouth closed as hard as Felix
was fucking me.  When it opened, Carl was ready with his big
cock.  Holding the back of my head, he pushed himself into my
mouth at the same time as Felix hammered another hard thrust into
my cunt.  Both men fucked me steadily and both begin to cum at
almost the same time.  As they fell away, Lance's cock was
throbbing and ready.

	He pulled me to my feet, led me to the couch where he positioned
me on my knees with my head resting on the seat of couch.  The
position boosted my ass into perfect fucking position.  Lance
shoved his dick deep inside my cum-soaked cunt until it was slick
with my juices and the two cum loads inside me.  Then, he pulled
out and pressed his cock against my asshole.

	"Oohhhhh shit... go easy, Lover.  That's a big cock.  Go easy."

	He had obviously been a frequent visitor to high school girl's
assholes because he knew exactly how to do it.  Slowly, he worked
his cock head against my hole... pressing inward and then
retreating... again and again.  Each time, my sphincter weakened
enough to allow him to press more of his cock head inside me. 
Suddenly, my ass gave up and his cock entered me.

	"Oh god!.... BIG ... SO DAMN BIG!"  I hissed as Lance drove his
rod deeper and deeper into my hole.

	Once Lance had all of it in me, the fucking began... slowly at
first... then faster ... until he was pumping me with hard, deep
strokes.  As tight as my ass was around his cock and as long as
he had waited to get into me, there was no way he could last very
long.  After less than five minutes of fucking me, I felt his
cock begin throbbing as it ejaculated again and again filling me
completely.

	As soon as Lance's body slumped across my back, John muscled him
off of me.  He could take me in either hole in my position.  My
pussy won the contest.  Preferring to take me with with my legs
up, he flipped me over onto my back and shoved my knees back on
either side of my tits.  For 15 minutes, he pounded his rod in
and out of cunt... sometimes hard and fast... other times slowly
and erotically.  He made certain his pubic bone ground into my
clit every time his cock was buried inside my vagina... every
stroke caused his shaft to rub and excite my G-spot.

	After five minutes, he had me howling in an intense orgasm.  His
rod pumped me straight through my climax without giving me any
chance to recover.  After ten minutes, his hands were under my
ass... his fingers fucking my ass at the same time as his cock
pleasured my pussy.  My legs were up and flailing helplessly on
either side of his pumping hips.  Again and again, he penetrated
my vagina... stretching me... making both my vagina and my clit
convulse in hard contractions.

	John had claimed that he had fucked more high school girls than
any of the other guys, and judging from his technique in fucking
me, I figured he was telling the truth.  This 18-year old guy was
a master cocksman.  After 15 minutes of hard screwing, I was
screaming, my legs rigid, my feet and toes curled back as my cunt
throbbed continuously.

	"I'm going to cum in you, Sheila," he grunted in my ear... his
cock ramming in deep.  He hit into me with a series of hard,
short strokes and poured his cum into my waiting pussy.

	After John withdrew from my still twitching cunt, the guys
carried me into the master bedroom where they all fucked me
again, this time doing me two at a time, sometimes in my mouth
and pussy but usually taking me in my ass and pussy.

	Tom and Carl were first.  The guys positioned my pussy over
Carl's cock and pushed me down in him.  As wet as I was, he was
all the way in me on the first thrust.  Tom stood on the bed
beside us and fed me his cock as Carl fucked me.  Even though I
had already been fucked by all five men, I couldn't seem to get
enough of their hard, young cocks.  I was moaning as I bounced up
and down on Carl's thick shaft.  Having already come once, they
were able to screw me for quite awhile before I had another cum
load in my pussy and one more in my belly.  I got off when Carl
emptied himself inside my vagina.

	As soon as Carl and Tom finished, the other three men were
waiting their turn in me.  This time, Lance lay on the bed and
told me to straddle him.  When I was in position, I reached
between my legs and guided his shaft into my opening.  We both
moaned as all 7.5 inches of dick sank into to my cunt.  Looking
over my shoulder, I saw Felix on his knees behind me.  A moment
later, I felt his cock pressing against my ass.  I grunted as he
shoved himself inside my hole.  John took my mouth.  '

	It took the three of them some practice before they had their
thrusts timed in rhythm so that they were giving me a smooth,
hard fucking in all three of my openings.  The sight was so
erotic that Tom got hard again.  He moved close enough on the bed
to allow me to jack him off as cocks pumped in and out of my cunt
and ass.  I was moaning, but with the thick shaft buried down my
throat, all that came out was a series of muffled grunts.  It
seemed to me like I was cumming continuously.

	Not surprisingly since he was in my tight ass, Felix was the
first to cum.  As soon as his balls were empty, Tom told him to
move, and when he did, I felt Tom's dick sliding into my asshole.
 Five or so minutes later, Lance's cock was jerking inside my
pussy. Soon after that, his cum was seeping out of my vagina.

	Carl was hard again and I heard him yell for the John and Tom to
turn me over so me could get into my cunthole.  Tom did most of
the work flipping me over... his cock never leaving my ass.  John
managed to keep his cock in my mouth as I was turned.  In this
new position, my pussy was now wide open and accessible, but not
for very long as Carl quickly filled it and began fucking me.

	I almost choked when John's load gushed into my mouth and
throat.  As it was, half of his cum spewed out the corners of my
mouth and ran down my chin.  After he pulled his semi-hard dick
from my mouth, Carl and Tom fucked my pussy and ass in a steady
rhythm.  After a short time, my entire body began to shake.  The
climax grew and grew until I was grunting as loudly as the two
men.  Tom's load fired into my ass and a moment later, Carl shot
more cum into my pussy.  The three of us collapsed onto the bed
unable to move.

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The Lake House:  Sunday

	I didn't awake until 11 AM Sunday morning.  I got to sleep that
long because the guys were almost as worn out as I was.  However,
I didn't get much more of a break from the sex than that.

	While I taking a shower, the door opened and a naked Carl
entered.  "Mind if I join you?"  Seeing that he already had a
gorgeous erection ready, there was no way I was going to object.


	He took his time.  First, he washed my entire body... caressing
every inch with his hands and fingers.  Then, he had me wash his
body.  At first, I used my hands and fingers as he had, but when
he asked that I use my tits to wash his body, I was delighted to
do it.  It was the first time any man had ever asked me to wash
his body with my tits.  By the time I finished, my pussy was
gushing and I was more than ready when he had me bend over and
hold my ankles while he deep cleaned my cunt with his cock.  When
he had it thoroughly cleaned, he even injected a soothing thick
cream.  I loved it.

	While Carl and I were fixing pancakes, bacon, and eggs for
breakfast, Carl asked me if we had a large bowl for the pancake
batter.  I knew there had to be one, but having no idea where it
was, I had to search all the cabinets.  Not finding it in the
cabinets above the counter, I started checking the ones below. 
Bent over as I was, my pussy was a perfect target for Tom's very
erect cock.  Carl and Lance ended up having to finish the
breakfast while Tom was fucking me.

	It was hard for me eat breakfast with both John and Felix
playing with my legs and pussy beneath the table.  If I hadn't
been famished, I would have had to stop and drag them into the
bedroom.  After we had finished, however, there was no denying
them.  Lance and Tom did the dishes while John and Felix were
taking turns banging me in the bedroom.

	It was already early afternoon.  I was sweating from all the
sex.  "How about we all go swimming again.  I could really use a
swim in that cool lake.  After we swim for awhile, let's take the
cabin cruiser out on the lake to see the area."

	"That sounds like a winner," John and Carl said in agreement.

	However, Lance had a condition, "Only if Sheila wears that hot
string bikini again."

	"I've got a different one that just as sexy.  I'll wear that. 
But I've got a condition too... and it's not negotiable."

	"What is it?" Tom wanted to know.

	"I don't object if you guys take it off, but I don't want to
lose it in the lake.  I'll never be able to explain to my husband
how I came to lose my bikini in the lake.  And one more thing. 
No sex while we're swimming... and that's not negotiable.  The
lake water washes away all the natural lubrication making it
painful for me and probably for you guys as well.  Also, the lake
water has germs and fungi.  I might get a yeast infection and
that will ruin the rest of the week for all of us.  Does everyone
agree?  No sex in the water, and I don't lose my bathing suit."

	Everyone agreed, and we all got dressed for swimming and took
along some clothes for the boat trip afterwards.   "What about
lunch?" Carl asked.

	"Good point.  We won't be back until late so we'll need to pack
some food.  I'll see what I can fix up for us."

	"I've got a much better idea," Lance said.  "I'm the only one
who hasn't had any pussy so far today.  I fixed the breakfast and
helped with the dishes while the rest of you guys were enjoying
Sheila's hot pussy.  So you guys fix the lunch while Sheila and I
have fun in the bedroom."

	That seemed fair enough to the other men, and I certainly didn't
object to being screwing by a sexy young stud rather than fix
food.  Five minutes later, I was riding Lance's cock in the
master bedroom.

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

	Swimming went just as planned.  The guys got my suit off, of
course, and all of them felt me up almost continuously during the
hour we swam and played around in the lake, but no one tried to
screw me or finger fuck me in the water.  They had also put my
suit on the dock so it wouldn't be lost.  By the time we were
ready for the boat trip, every one of my young studs had an
erection, and I was more than ready to sample all of them.

	After loading all of our clothes and the food onto the boat, I
got out the life jackets.  Fortunately there eight of them, so we
had two extras.  "When we're on deck, everyone has to wear a life
jacket.  When we're below deck, we can take them off." I ordered.
 Everyone agreed.

	I piloted the cruiser away from the dock and then showed all
five guys how to operate the boat and warned them to be careful.
Who ever had the helm, had to watch the lake and be certain we
didn't run aground or run into another boat or water skiers.  "If
you're not able to get your mind off my pussy and ass, don't take
the helm.  Ok?  It's just too risky.  To be sure, I suggest that
whoever has just cum, take over the helm."  Again, everyone
agreed.

	For almost an hour, we were all interested in seeing the lake,
the property and houses about the lake, and seeing just how fast
the cabin cruiser could go.  A couple of the guys wanted to water
ski, so we broke out the equipment and did that for almost
another hour.  Although everyone of the young men were
outstanding athletes, they hadn't had much experience on water
skis.  As a result, we were repeatedly circling around to pick up
guys who had fallen into the lake.

	Eventually, the guys lost interest in sight seeing, water
skiing, and how fast the cabin cruiser could go.  As their
interest in these things waned, their interest in my barely
covered tits, ass, and pussy grew.  Finally, Felix said, "You
guys have the bridge.  I need a hot blowjob."  I grinned as Felix
put his hand inside my bikini bottoms and led me below deck.

	We quickly got rid of our life jackets.  Felix stripped naked,
and I felt my pussy moistening at the hot sight of his hard,
18-year old fuck stick.  He stopped me when I started to remove
my top and just pulled it down and expose both of my 36D tits.

	"It's hotter when your tits are sticking out of your bra rather
than being naked."

	"What about the bottom half of my suit, Honey?  Want it pulled
to one side or would you rather I take it off?"

	"Take it off.  I want your hot cunt and ass in sight and
available."

	"You know my husband might not like me making his wife's cunt
and ass available to you."

	"I doubt that he would, but you like it, and we love it.  Take
off the bottom, Sheila.  Show me your hot ass and cunt.  Then,
suck me!"

	"Dirty bastard... making me expose my pussy and ass and then
making me suck your big dick," I said with a seductive smile. 
Felix never took his eyes off of me as I stripped my bottoms down
my legs and stepped out of them.  "Like my cunt, Honey?

	"You know I do."

	"It's a married cunt, you know.  Would you rather it weren't?"

	"Hell no.  I like it married.  We all do."

	"Why?"

	"Every guy gets off big time on the thought of fucking another
man's wife."

	"Is that what you think about when you have your cock up my
cunt?  That you're screwing my husband's wife?"

	"Sometimes."

	"That thought makes you hard, doesn't it?  Like right now... you
making a married woman suck your big cock."

	"Do it, Sheila.  Please.  I want to cum in your mouth and all
over those big tits.  Please."

	"Come here, Honey.  Let me suck that big cock."  He moved next
to me on the bench and I bent over and licked the big head. 
Felix's cock jerked wildly in my hand like a live snake.  When I
closed my lips over the head, his hips arched a foot off the
bench as he tried to get all of his 7 inches into my mouth.  I
held his balls and pushed more of his cock inside.

	When it was pressing against my throat, I raised my eyes and
looked into his.  He leered at me.  "Suck it all, Sheila. 
Please."  I pushed the rest of his rod into my throat as my lips
circled around the base of his throbbing rod.

	I was aware that Tom had come down into the sleeping quarters of
the cruiser and was watching me give Felix head.  As my lips
moved up and down his shaft, he pulled out his prick and began
jacking off as he watched.

	"OOOOhhhh... I'm gonna cum, Sheila... Suck Me!"

	I sucked harder and jacked the his shaft when he pulled it
outside of my mouth.  Suddenly, I felt his cock contract hard and
a huge fountain of sperm and semen erupted into my mouth.  I
swallowed as fast as I could but when the second stream was
pumped in, I couldn't swallow fast enough and it began running
out of my mouth and cascading down onto my tits.  After the
second spurt, Felix pulled his still shooting rod out of my mouth
and aimed the final four or five jets all over my lips, tits, and
chest.

	No sooner had I finished sucking off Felix than Tom turned my
head toward his iron-hard cock.  I opened my mouth wide, and he
quickly filled it with a slightly bigger cock than the one I had
just had.  Tom was really turned on from having watched me suck
off Felix.  As a result, he didn't last more than three or four
minutes inside my mouth before I felt his load rising up from his
balls and pumping into my throat.  Like Felix, he withdrew after
shooting in two streams and finished by adding his cum to Felix's
on my face, chest, and tits.

	Felix went back to bridge to take the helm and Tom followed him.
 Within a minute, Lance was in the cabin with me.  He was already
naked.  I started to suck his cock, but he wanted my cunt, not my
mouth.  I grinned and laid on my back, raising one leg high and
spreading the other one out to the side to open up my pussy for
him.  He thrust his hips deep into my sex saddle, speared my wet
cunt on the first thrust, and fucked me like wild man.  He had
more control than either Felix or Tom, and managed to give me a
delicious, prolonged fucking before he pumped his load deep
inside my throbbing vagina.

	Carl was waiting impatiently for his turn inside my hot pussy. 
As soon as Lance dismounted, he sat down beside me and gave me a
one-word command in a no-nonsense, authoritative masculine voice:
 "MOUNT!"

	I mounted with my back against Carl's chest so John, who was now
eagerly waiting his turn, could see Carl's cock pumping in and
out of my cunt as he fucked me.  I felt my hips being pulled
downward... then I felt the big cock head stretching me open...
entering... scraping deliciously over my G-spot as Carl buried it
deep inside my cunt hole.

	The cum that Felix and Tom had shot all over my face, tits, and
chest was now running downward.  A two-inch cum rope hung from
one of my nipples swinging back and forth as Carl fucked me like
a hot bitch in heat.

	"I'm about to cum, Sheila.  Can't hold it!" he gasped.

	"Shoot it in, Carl.  I'm cumming right now... Cum in me!"

	John sat down beside me, his iron-hard nine-inch, monster cock
sticking straight up.  "As soon as he shoots in you, Sheila,
mount my cock and fuck me the way you're fucking him."

	I did as John had ordered, and two of the guys watched the
monster dick stretching me open, and hammering hard against my
womb as I babbled in orgasm.

	After all the guys had fucked me or been sucked off, we dropped
anchor and had a late lunch.  After all the swimming, water
skiing, boating and sex, we were all starved.  We continued to
eat until there was nothing left to eat.  Finally, we headed back
to the dock.

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

	It was 7 PM before we got back to the house.  There was enough
left of the roast for sandwiches later, so there was no need to
cook dinner.  Besides, we were all more interested in fun and
sexy games than in eating.

	By 9 PM, I had been screwed by each of the young studs.  We were
all naked.  A couple of the guys were sitting on the couch and in
chairs while I and the rest of the guys were sprawled out on the
floor of the den.  We had been sex chatting for about 20 minutes
when John asked, "How many men have fucked you, Sheila?"

	"A gentleman doesn't a lady a question like that," I countered.

	"Well, we're not exactly gentlemen.  You are certainly one
classy lady, but you're also the hottest woman I've ever met or
heard of.  Come on.  Fess up.  We told you how many girls we've
fucked.  Now it's your turn."

	Leaning back against the couch where Tom was sitting, I opened
my legs and began to slowly run my fingers up and down my wet
slit and over my rapidly hardening clitoris.  "Ok.  Let's see.  I
was first fucked in high school at 16.  He only had me one time.
I wasn't with another man until my senior year.  I finally let my
steady boyfriend fuck me.

	"So how many in college?" Felix asked.

	In college, I didn't let any guy between my legs until one night
when I got too drunk at a frat party.  My date and one of his
friends got into me that night.  That was the last time I ever
dated him.  The next man who fucked me was the guy I married.  So
how many is that... two in high school, two in college, and my
eventual husband.  Five guys in all before I got married, if I
count my husband.

	"How many after you were married?" John asked.

	"Until this week, none.  So now... just the five of you."

	All five guys were amazed and all five of them were hard as
stone.  "Would you guys like to have a circle suck?" I asked.  
"Well, actually a line suck.  You sit in a line on the couch, and
I suck you until you either shoot off or tell me to stop."

	Of course, there were no objections, and in just a few minutes,
four of the studs were seated side-by-side on the couch, and
Lance in a chair to one side since there wasn't enough room for
all five of them on the couch.  I started at one end and sucked
each cock for a minute before going to the next one.  When I
reached the end of the line, I returned to the head of he line
and started over.  Tom and Felix both shot off, but the other
three wanted to fuck me.

	John got brought a couple of blankets from the bedroom, spread
them out, and laid down on them.  I giggled and quickly mounted
his rigid sex spike.  I was so open and filled with lubricating
cum loads that the thick, 9-inch shaft easily stretched me open
and disappeared inside my vagina.  He pulled my body against his,
mashing my tits into his chest and elevating my ass which Lance
quickly filled with his cock.  Carl was about to move to my mouth
for some head while he waited for either my pussy or my ass to
become available.  At that moment, the phone rang.

	That's going to be my husband.  You guys have to get off me so I
can talk to him."

	"Bring her the phone, Carl," John said as he began to slowly
fuck me.  Lance got the idea and began to screw my ass with slow,
deep strokes.

	"You have to stop fucking me while I'm talking to my husband. 
He's not stupid.  If he hears fucking sounds or hears me groan,
he'll know, and that will be the end of our fun and games."

	"Ok.  We won't fuck you while you're talking to him, Sheila, but
our cocks stay inside your cunt and assholes.  In fact, that's
the rule for the rest of the week, Sheila.  You can't speak with
your husband on the phone unless at least one of us has his cock
in you pussy or ass.  Understand?"  I nodded, and Carl handed me
the phone.

	Brent wanted to chat at length with me about the plant and how
much he missed me.  All the while, those two huge rods were
throbbing and pulsing inside my ass and pussy.  At one point, I
had to bite my knuckle to keep quiet.

	"You're very quiet tonight, Darling.  Is every thing all right?"

	"Oh yes, Honey.  Don't worry about me.  I'm fine.  When will you
be back?"

	"Not sure.  Maybe Thursday.  If not then, Friday for sure.  I'm
dying to fuck your hot cunt."

	"I know you are, Honey.  And I can't wait until your cock is in
me again.  Please hurry."

	John flexed his cock inside my cunt... again and again...
without moving.  Lance did the same in my ass.  I wasn't going to
be able to keep from cumming.  Frantically, I shook my head to
get the two studs to stop before it was too late.  They got the
idea and did stop in time.

	When Brent finally hung up, I threw the phone aside and screamed
at the top of my lungs, "YOU LOUSY TEASING BASTARDS!  FUCK ME! 
NOW!  MAKE ME CUM!"

	They did... many times before we turned in for the night.

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The Lake House:  Monday

	Monday was a repeat of Saturday and Sunday.  Sex with the five
teenagers until midnight... twice more during the night with two
of the guys when it so pitch dark, I couldn't be sure who was
fucking me... and then again after we awoke in the morning
sometime close to noon.  By the time we had eaten breakfast, I
had been screwed two more times... presumably by two of the three
guys who had not fucked me during the night, but I couldn't be
certain.

	We again went swimming in the early afternoon, but no one was
interested in taking the cruiser out for another ride.  Instead,
John suggested that we play an adult game, which he called "Hide
and Seek... Adult Style".

	"What's that?" Carl wanted to know.

	"It's a variation of the children's game of hide and seek.  I
thought of it last night before I fell asleep."

	"Go on," I suggested with a grin.  "I'm sure that somehow...
someway I'm going to be screwed in this game... for real."

	"Of course you are, Sheila.  That's why I call it "Adult Style".
 The rules are simple.  Want to hear them?"

	"Of course, we all did.  And they were simple.  Each of us
started the game dressed with four articles of clothing, shoes
not counting.... for the guys, shirt, undershirt, pants, and
briefs... for me, blouse, bra, skirt, and panties.  They got to
wear tennis shoes; I had to wear high heels... not fair, of
course, but men love heels.  Behind the house were several acres
of woods with valleys, small streams, and some pretty dense
underbrush in places.  Roads marked the sides and end of the
owner's property line.  The guys were the hunters; I was the
prey.

	Each round started at the pool behind the house.  Each hunter
carried a blanket and small pillow in a back pack.  I didn't have
to carry anything, which sort of compensated for the fact that I
had to wear heels.  I was to be given a five minute head start to
hide somewhere in the woods... any place within the boundaries
was fair.  After five minutes, the hunters would spread out and
hunt for me.  If they hadn't found me within 10 minutes, I won
the round and each guy lost an article of clothing.  If one of
the hunters found me, he got to remove one of my articles of
clothing in the order, blouse, skirt, bra, and finally panties. 
He also got to spend 10 more minutes cunt fucking me or having me
give him a blow job.  If I was still wearing panties or my skirt,
he couldn't remove them... he just had to screw me with them on.


	If I lost all my articles of clothing first, the guys won.  If
they ended up naked first, I won.  If I won the game, each guy
had to eat and lick my pussy and clit for until they got me off
or until I asked them to stop.  If they won, each guy had his
choice of having me give him a blowjob until he came, fucking my
ass, or having me masturbate until I squirted or my clit throbbed
hard enough so that they knew I had cum.  If I had already cum so
many times, I could do it again, they only had the first two
choices.

	Since each round was going to last 15 to  25 minutes... 5
minutes for me to hide, 10 minutes to search, and if someone
found me, 10 more minutes for fucking me, and a complete game
might take seven rounds, we decided to play twice during the
afternoon.

	Things did not go as fast as we had thought they would.  After a
guy found me, it took some time for him to get the blanket out of
his back pack, spread it on the ground where he decided to fuck
me, and then get my ass or stomach positioned on the pillow so my
pussy or ass would be lifted high enough for the successful
hunter to get his cock into me.  It also seemed that every time a
guy found me, he would usually spend more than 10 minutes fucking
me.  We had also forgotten to count the time between rounds that
it would take to get back to the pool area and start the next
round.  By the time we finished the second round, it was close to
5 PM.

	Nevertheless, the game was exciting.  Actually I won the first
round easily since the men weren't organized and there were a lot
of places to hide and the guys hadn't yet figured out where they
should look.  During that first round, I was only fucked twice. 
One time, Carl and Tom tripped and fell into the bushes where I
was hiding.  They just got lucky... for the first time I realized
where that saying came from.  The second time John just happened
to look up in one of the trees and saw me clinging to a branch.
I really enjoyed making every one of those young studs lick and
suck my pussy and clit until I gushed all over their faces.  I
didn't ask any of them to stop.

	Before we started the second game, the guys went off and split
the entire area up into five zones and then while I was taking my
five minute head start, they drew lots to see who searched which
zone.  They also knew the hiding places better than in the first
round.  The result was predictable.  After five rounds, they guys
had me naked while I had won only once.  During the game Carl had
found and fucked me twice, Tom once, and Lance once.  All three
of them fucked me after finding me.  The second time Carl found
me, he had me give him a blowjob.  When he was about to shoot
off, he pulled out and creamed my face.

	The men chose different things for their prize.  Carl had
already fucked me twice during the game, so he made me masturbate
while he jacked off and again shot his load all over my face and
tits.

	The other four men all decided to ass fuck me.  I asked that
John go last since his cock was so damn big and I wanted the
other three guys to get me stretched and lubed before he fucked
me.

	Although it was great fun, we were all exhausted after the
game... particularly me.  The guys drove into town and returned
with pizza, Chinese take out, and a cheesecake for dinner while I
showered and then soaked in the outdoor Jacuzzi while they were
gone.

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

The Lake House:  Tuesday:

	On Tuesday, there was a change of strategy that had me wildly
excited.  When I got up in the morning, I was allowed to shower
without any of the guys joining me for a morning fuck.  I was
both pleased and worried.  I wondered if these hot guys were
already getting tired of fucking me after just three days.  When
I came out to dress, I quickly found out that my worries were
pointless.

	Several pairs of my hot, slutty heels were laid out at the foot
of the bed.  There wasn't another stitch of clothing anywhere in
the bedroom.  I called out to John.

	"John, would you come in here for a moment?"

	John arrived quickly with a big smile all over his face when he
saw my naked body.  "Where are my clothes, John?  Every thing is
missing."

	"We got up earlier and stored all your clothes over in our
cabin.  The door's locked so you don't need to bother going over
there.  You're clothes are on the floor at the foot of the bed."

	"Just these heels?"

	"Yep!  Just the heels.  That's all you'll be wearing today.  Get
dressed.  We're fixing breakfast.  The guys are getting
impatient."

	I started laughing.  "You hot randy bastards!"  I was still
laughing when I bent over to pick up a pair of four-inch heels. 
When I tried to right myself, John was behind me, pressing down
on my back holding me in the bent over posture.  I was no match
for his powerful strength so I gave up and stayed bent over at
the waist.

	I knew what was coming, and John didn't make me wait very long
to get it.  His thick cock pressed against my pussy and forced it
open.

	"Ooohhhhh ... that feels fantastic!  You are just huge... Push
it in, Lover.  All the way innnnnn!"

	He pulled my ass back against his groin and nailed it deep. 
Then, using my hips as leverage, he fucked my ass back and forth
on his throbbing shaft just barely moving his own hips as he
screwed me.  He had started slowly and then picked up speed as
his orgasm approached.

	"OOohhhh I'm there, John... cumming... SHOOT IT IN, BABY.  CUM
IN MY CUNT!"

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	Breakfast was on the table when John finally finished fucking me
and led me to the kitchen table his hand on my ass.  However, I
didn't get to eat any of it.  None of those young studs could
keep their hands off of me.  And they didn't wait their turn
either.  One guy would have his fingers in my pussy, another
would be probing my ass, while a third was be sucking and
squeezing my tits.  Eventually, someone would either bend me over
or put me on my back and put his cock into one of my sex holes.

	After an hour an a half, all the eggs, bacon, pancakes, and hash
browns had been eaten while I was writhing and moaning under
their hands and on their cocks.  Eventually, I had to make some
more bacon, eggs, and toast for myself.  Graciously, Felix helped
me fix the food, but then he made eat sitting on his lap with his
cock socked deep inside my cum-filled ass.

	It went on like that all day.  Being naked in those slutty heels
seemed to keep every one of those young guys hard as stone.  By 3
PM, every guy had fucked me at least three times.  Then, they
decided it was time for a stroll around the lake.  They all
dressed in T-shirts, and either shorts or jeans, all I had were
the heels.

	When I protested being walked around the lake shore wearing
fuck-me heels and nothing else, John explained it to me. 
"Sheila, you've got a choice.  You can come with us and have a
lot of fun strutting your hot body in front all the guys on the
lake and in the houses along the shore, or we can lead you around
wearing this dog collar and leash and with two fingers in your
ass the entire time."

	For some strange reason, the thought of having those five hot
studs leading me around the shore line wearing a dog collar and
leash pushing and pulling me along with fingers in my ass had my
pussy just dripping with excitement.  Like many women, I had had
many secret fantasies about being a sex slave to a powerful man.
Now, it was even hotter.  I could be a public sex slave to five,
young, strong, hung 18-year old studs.

	I heard myself saying, "There's no way in hell I'm going to
parade around with five men naked except for the fuck-me heels."
Fifteen minutes later, Tom was tugging on my leash while Lance
pushed me forward with three fingers buried deep inside my
asshole.  They made certain to lead me wherever there was a good
chance some men would see me.
	
	I was so hot, my clit was erect and swollen.  I could feel the
cool breeze on it since it was protruding far outside its
protective hood.  I could also smell my cunt as my secretions
were running down both of my thighs.

	At one point in the walk, they led me past two young black men
who were walking along the shore line in tank tops and cut off
shorts.  Felix used his fingers in my ass to bring me to a stop
right in the path of the two black guys.

	"Hey, Man.  Where you guys get that hoe?"

	"She ain't no hoe, bro.  She's married.  We're taking care of
her while her husband is away."

	"Man, I hope you taking good care of her.  Any chance we could
take care of her a little?"

	Felix spoke up at that point.  "I think she must like that idea.
 Her asshole and cunt started throbbing like crazy when you
asked."

	He was right.  I was about to cum.  I was almost certain that
these two black men were going to fuck me.  I had never had black
cock, but many times I had fantasized that I was getting fucked
by one when Brent was giving it to me.  Now, I was almost sure I
was going to have two black stallions sticking their hard cocks
up my pussy.

	The men discussed it for some time.  They discussed my tits and
pussy like they were discussing a piece of meat in the butcher
shop.  During the discussion, both black guys felt me up and
finger fucked me.  When one of them started working on my clit,
my juices spurted and I came right there, standing up.  Felix and
the black guy fingering me had to hold me up.

	In the end, however, my five young lovers wanted me all to
themselves and turned down all offers from the black men to use
their sex slave that night.  One of the black men gave up and
left, but the other one hung around pleading with my lovers to
let him have me just one time and then he would leave.  "Come on,
Man.  Just one quick fuck, and I'm out of here."

	After some private discussion between themselves, they decided
to let Jerome come back to the house with us and screw me one
time and one time only.  I didn't know whether to be excited,
angry, relieved, or disappointed.  Jerome never took his hands
off me on the trip back to the house.  By the time we arrived in
our den, I had decided.  I was wildly excited.

	Jerome was as hot and excited as I was.  We weren't in the house
more than a couple of minutes before he had me on the couch with
my legs up, his sexy, black body socked firmly into my sex
saddle, and his thick cock driving my hips deep into the couch. 
Every time he slammed his black meat deep into my throbbing cunt,
I grunted with hot pleasure.

	Jerome kept his word and left a few minutes after he finished
fucking me.  After he had gone, I was led out to he deck area
when my lovers fucked me three at a time for over an hour.  I
couldn't stop cumming.  At one point, I was so high on the sex, I
lost bladder control and peed all over Carl, who was in my pussy
at the time, and all over the deck.

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

The Lake House:  Wednesday

	It was the last day at the lake for my five hot lovers.  Two
sets of parents were picking them up Wednesday afternoon.  I
couldn't remember ever seeing five young men who looked more
depressed and sadder than those five.

	For my part, I wasn't sad at all.  Although the four and a half
days I had spent being fucked by my young lovers were hot and
incredibly erotic, I was really looking forward to my husband's
return.  There's a lot more to great sex than just having five,
young studs with big cocks who can get hard almost indefinitely
and who want to fuck me constantly.  Having an experienced lover
whom I could completely satisfy, who loved me deeply, and who I
wanted with me the rest of my life were more important.  Of
course, I didn't tell the guys that.

	As those thoughts were going through my mind, I spontaneously
began to giggle as I also thought, "Nevertheless, having five
insatiable, 18-year old studs who want nothing more than to fuck
me is a close second!"

	Knowing that it was their last night to share my bed, my five
lovers hardly slept, which meant I got very little sleep Tuesday
night.  Whenever there was a slight break in the sex, I fell
asleep almost immediately, and every time that happened, I woke
up later with a cock fucking me.  Around 3 AM, all five guys were
worn out.  So, I did manage six hours sleep until 9 AM.

	When my young studs rousted me out of bed at 9 AM, I saw no
point in spending time in the shower as I would have plenty of
time for that after they left.  After a quick breakfast, the guys
all wanted me to put on a hot strip show for them.

	"You five guys have had me naked almost constantly for over four
days.  Why a strip show?" I asked.

	"Because seeing you naked and watching you sensuously get naked
aren’t the same thing," Felix said.  The others agreed, and as a
matter of fact, so did I.

	"Ok.  You got it, but remember the house rules for strip
shows... no touching... I mean it."  There were loud moans of
protest, but in the end, they all agreed to abide by the "no
touching" rule until the show was over.

	The five of them set up five chairs on one side of the den all
facing a couch on the other side, which was to be my stage. 
Then, they settled down to await the "hot stripper" they had
hired.

	I came out wearing an outfit they hadn't seen before, short,
black skirt, low-cut, brown top, and black heels.  Taking a seat
on the couch, I crossed my legs and showed them a lot of thigh. 
They all leaned forward to get the best view possible.

	For several minutes, I squirmed around on the couch giving them
peeks up my skirt at my panties or leaning over and exposing most
of my tits for them.  It only took a few minutes of this before
there were five guys with hard cocks watching me.

	Leaning back against the couch, I spread my legs wide open
giving them a hot view of my panty-covered pussy.  Arching my
ass, I pulled the skirt higher and thrust my pussy in their
faces.

	They loved it.  Carl already had his cock out jerking off as he
watched my erotic performance.  "Tits! Tits! Tits!" they all
screamed.  Turning sideways, I pulled down the top and let both
tits pop out of my dress.

	"These what you studs want to see?"  This question met with loud
whistles.  Lance took his cock out.

	Now the chants and screams changed:  "Cunt!  Cunt!  Cunt!" 
Grinning, I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and thrust my
exposed cunt into the air.  "Like my hot pussy, Studs?"

	"Oh god!  Look at her clit," Tom groaned.  "Jezzz... it's
already hard!"  Indeed it was.  Every time I moved my fingers up
and down its shaft, my pussy throbbed and my clit tried to
retreat back into its protective hood.

	Again the chant changed:  "Ass!  Ass!  Ass!"

	I stood up and pulled the top over my head.  Then, after
unzipping my skirt, I backed up to John and invited him to pull
my skirt off.  He was delighted to help me.  "Panties!  Panties!
Panties!" they yelled.  I approached Lance and said, "Take off my
panties, Darling.  Your friends want to see my ass and my cunt."
A moment later, my panties were gone leaving me naked except for
the heels.

	Again, the chant became, "Ass!  Ass!  Ass!"  Getting down on my
hands and knees, I shoved my ass and pussy right in their faces.
Tom took out his cock and so did John.  "Am I going to be fucked
this morning?" I asked with mock innocence.

	"Just five times, responded Felix who was now jacking off harder
as he stared at my ass.

	Sitting down on another couch, I spread wide and thrust two
fingers deep inside my pussy.  As the five guys jerked off, my
fingers were busy deep inside my cunt.

	Apparently deciding that it was rather stupid to jerk off with a
sexy, naked woman available, Carl sat down on the couch beside me
and motioned for me to mount his very erect, and very ready cock.
 I did in reverse position.  He drove his rigid organ in and out
of me, as I leaned back against his chest.  We came at almost the
same time.

	After Carl had finished, Lance was sitting beside us.  I lifted
off Carl's softening rod and threw my leg over Lance.  As I
pressed my tits into his mouth, he found my opening and pulled my
hips down sinking his cock into my pussy.

	When Lance finished, Felix bent me over and fucked me in doggie
position.  We were both grunting on every thrust.  Tom took me
after that lying on his side with me in front of him on the
couch.  I lifted my right leg high in the air to open my now
widely stretched pussy, and he put his cock into me.  Holding my
breast, he fucked me steadily for almost 15 minutes before he
emptied himself deep inside my vagina.

	John and his huge cock were last in line.  He took me into the
bedroom, laid on his back and had me mount him  The other men
were standing around the bed watching that thick prick pumping
me.

	I had had one orgasm and John was very close to finishing when
Tom's cell rang.  It was their parents telling them that they
would be here in five minutes.

	"Hurry up, John.  They'll be here in five minutes," Tom warned.


	For the next three or four minutes, John fucked me furiously...
hard... deep... and fast.  With about a minute left, he was
pumping his load into my cunt.

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	After the guys had left with their parents around 1 PM, I went
back to bed and slept soundly until the phone rang at 7 PM.  It
was my husband.

	"Hello, Darling.  I have great news.  The plant is back on line.
 The junior engineering staff is handling every thing extremely
well, so I'll be back to get our vacation really started tomorrow
around noon."

	"I can't wait, Honey.  I've missed you so much."

	"I can't even begin to tell you how horny I am, Sheila."

	"Good!  I'll be waiting for you with open arms and open legs."

	"Sounds fantastic!  See you tomorrow.  Love you... more than I
can ever tell you."

	"I love you too, Baby."

	After Brent's call, I began to wonder how I was going to tell
him about the five young studs.  I was pretty certain it would
turn him on, but I had been such a total slut, I couldn't be
sure.  But then, he didn't have to know how much of a slut I had
been, I thought to myself with a grin.

	In the end, I decided not to tell him anything until after our
vacation.  Then, I would give him some hints... let him probe...
and gradually tell him some details.  Depending on how hot they
got him, I would either tell him more or not.

	I went back to bed and fell asleep.  That night, I had the most
erotic dream I had ever had.  Five men had me tied to a fucking
platform with my legs high in the air, spread, and tied to posts
high over my head.  Both my pussy and ass holes were exposed.  In
the dream, my captors fucked me again and again and again.  I
awoke in the middle of the night with my hips humping, my fingers
buried inside my pussy, and my clit throbbing in an intense
orgasm.

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

Brent Returns:

	My husband arrived slightly after noon the next day.  I was
thrilled when I saw him ignore his luggage, jump out of the car,
and literally run to the house.  Inside, he found me lying in the
middle of the bed in the master bedroom wearing a garter belt,
stocking, and 5-inch heels... nothing else.  I had my ass resting
on a pillow with my knees up and spread wide.  I was holding my
cunt open and rubbing my clitoris.

	I got even hotter when I watched him set a world's record for
speed stripping.  Once he was naked, there was no foreplay.  His
iron-hard cock was dripping... literally dripping... seminal
fluids, and my cunt was a swamp of female heat.  It was over an
hour before we finally stopped making love, not because we wanted
to, but simply because we were both exhausted.  Brent had cum
three times in an hour!  Not one of those teenaged boys had
matched that.  I was amazed.

	While we cuddled together, Brent said, "I suggest we take a long
hot bath together and then get dressed.  I have reservations in
town for a fantastic dinner and then dancing.  I also have four
presents for you to make up for the days I was away.

	We spent a half hour soaking in the tub and then another half
hour fucking.  I couldn't believe it when my husband pumped still
another load of semen into me.  Finally, we got out and started
to get dressed for dinner.  I had just put on fresh makeup and
some jewelry when my husband came in with his first present.

	"Hope you like it, Darling.  I know I will."

	As I expected, it was a short, elegant, and expensive sheathe
dress that molded every curve I had.  "If I put this on, I don't
think we'll ever get out of the house for dinner."

	"I promise to do no more than drool over your drop-dead, hot
body, Honey.  At least until we get home tonight."

	After I had put on the dress, stockings, and heels, Brent
couldn't take his eyes off me.  I felt fantastic.  "Damn!" he
exclaimed, "why did I make that stupid promise?  You already have
me hard as a rock."

	"Show me," I grinned.

	My hot stud husband unzipped and took out eight solid inches of
man meat.  Now, I also wished he hadn't made that promise.  He
put it back in his pants as best as he could, and I said, "Shall
we go, Honey.  If you can't make that thing go down before we get
to town, the woman are gonna rape you."

	Now, he grinned.  "I've got three more presents for you,
Darling.  The first one, you probably anticipate, but the other
two I'm sure will be big surprises.  Here's the one you probably
anticipate."

	He handed me a small case, beautifully wrapped.  We both sat
down at the dining room table while I opened the present.  Inside
the case was a string of pearls with matching ear screws. 
"They're just beautiful, Darling, but why do you think I
anticipated this?"

	"Well, perhaps you didn't know what I would give you, but you
knew it would be something nice, like jewelry.  I'm glad you like
them."

	"I love them!  Now, what are these two surprises?"

	Brent looked at his watch.  "The first one is due here in a few
minutes.  I hope it's not late.  Just be patient."

	"What are we waiting for anyway?"

	"Two couples I know from work heard about this place and they
want to spend their vacations here later in the summer.  They
asked if they could stop by for just a few minutes to see the
place.  They should be here any second.  I hope you don't mind."

	"Well, as long as it's only a short visit.  I want you to myself
tonight and for the next two weeks."

	As I was speaking, we heard the car pull up in front of the
house.  Brent went to the door and invited the two couples
inside.  They all smiled and said hello to me.  Brent began a
tour of the house.  My legs wouldn't hold me well enough to
accompany them on the tour.  So, I just sat at the dining room
table until they were leaving about 15 minutes later.

	"Thank you so much for showing us the house.  It really is as
great as you said, Brent.  We're really looking forward to our
vacations here.  Well, we know you two want to be alone to start
your vacation, so we'll be on our way.  See you back at work in a
couple of weeks."

	I was in shock.  All I could so was smile weakly and nod as Jack
and Helen Peterson and Norman and Elaine Seymore waved as they
left.  After they were gone, I found my voice... sort of.

	"That was Jack Peterson and Norman Seymore."

	"It was," my husband said with a huge grin.

	"But they're both in the hospital with broken bones and awful
burns from the explosion?"

	"Really?  They look fine to me.  What explosion?"

	"What do mean, 'What explosion'?  The one at the plant.  The one
you've been repairing for the last five days."

	"There wasn't any explosion, Darling."

	"But that man, Fred Samuels, called and told me.  I spoke with
him."

	"Fred did call, at my request.  He's a very good friend of mine.
 One of the safety inspectors at the plant.  There's no way he
would let the plant explode.  Here's your next present, Sheila. 
I sincerely hope you like it.  It's your anniversary present. 
It's also my apology for my unforgivable failure to remember our
anniversary and for leaving you alone on that very important day.
 Please accept it with my deepest love."

	Brent handed me an envelope.  On the front was written,

"For my beloved wife on the occasion of our 8th wedding
anniversary."

Inside there was a handwritten letter that read:

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

Dearest Sheila,

	I always realized that there were no words... no object ... no
material gift that I could buy you that would adequately express
my sorrow at having forgotten the most important date in our
lives... the anniversary of the day you became my wife and I
became your husband.

	Therefore, I decided to give you some thing that I think you
will remember all the remainder of your life with pleasure and
excitement.  I gave you the last five days with John, Tom, Felix,
Carl, and Lance.  It took a lot of planning, a great deal of
time, and more will power than I can ever adequately express.  At
some later time, if you want to know the details, I will tell
you.  But for now, Happy Anniversary, My Darling.

Your loving and devoted husband, Brent.

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

	I was crying before I was halfway through the letter.  My
husband wrapped me in his powerful arms and kissed me tenderly
and then passionately, and he kept kissing me until I was
trembling.

	"I love you more than life," he finally whispered in my ear.

	"Even though your wife is a slut?"

	"My wife is a sensuous, beautiful woman who makes me the envy of
every man I know.  Am I forgiven for forgetting our anniversary?
I swear that it will never happen again."

	"Of course you're forgiven.  Am I forgiven for the last five
days?"

	"There's nothing to forgive.  It was an anniversary present from
your loving husband."

	"They all fucked me, you know.  A lot."

	"MMmmmm... I can't wait to hear all the juicy hot details.  Are
you ready for a great dinner and hot dancing with a randy
husband?"

	"Oh god yes!  I can't wait."

	I beamed when my husband held the front door open for me.  I was
just about to walk through it when curiosity got the better of
me.  Turning to face my husband, I said with a seductive smile,
"You said there four presents.  I've had three.  What's the
fourth, or did I misunderstand?"

	"No.  You didn't misunderstand.  It's in this envelop."

	On the front of the envelop, Brent had written, "For Sheila".  I
opened the envelop and found two, identical printed cards.  Each
card read,

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

	Good for one evening out with

		Mr. Wayne Hamilton
		Assistant Manager
		Richard's Club
		13450 Mockingbird Lane
		Business phone:  (972) 672-8945
		Home phone:  (972) 672-1588
		e-mail:  wayne_hamilton@hotmail.com

	Mr. Hamilton is a divorced, 27 year old male.  He lives alone. 
Call at any time.

	This certificate may be redeemed at any time by simply
presenting it to Mr. Brent Kilgore.

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

	My pussy, which was already wet, was now dripping.

	During the drive to town, I cuddled against my incredible stud
husband, and whispered, as my hand moved up and down over his
big, throbbing, 8-inch cock, "I hope you have a pressing business
meeting on May 14th next year, Darling."

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