2007-08-31

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

Mandy's New Job
by RLM

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Mandy is drop-dead gorgeous but until she got a new job, it was always concealed beneath very conservative clothes.

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A Bored Housewife:

Mandy Ballanger wore her usual loose-fitting house dress and comfortable flats as she finished up the breakfast dishes. After Harold had left for work two hours previously, Mandy had made up their bed, ran the vacuum cleaner, and did some dusting before turning her attention to the dishes. It was now shortly after 10 AM, and with all the housework done for the day, Mandy picked up the novel she was reading. Shortly after noon, she finished the book. Placing it on the table beside her chair in the den, she wondered what she should do with the rest of her day.

The Ballanger's two children, Carl and Maria were 17 and 16, respectively, and both were in high school. With their after-school activities, neither would be home before 5:30 PM, about the same time as Harold would return from his office. The day was shaping up like all of her days during the past year or so. The kids no longer needed supervising. With Carl having his motorcycle and Maria with more dates and guys chasing her than she could possibly handle, neither of them needed her to drive them from place to place. Mandy had little or no interest in volunteer activities, golf, or idle gossip with her female friends. As a result, she was bored... so much so that sometimes she felt like she was going to go crazy. Unable to think of anything else to do, Mandy decided to head for the gym and her daily workout.

After an hour and a half on the moving staircase, the treadmill, and working with weights, Mandy had worked up a copious sweat, but she still wasn't tired, a fact which made her quite proud. After working out diligently an hour or more a day for the last several years, her conditioning was superb. Her body was even more so.

It was about 2:30 when Mandy arrived home. Immediately, she went to their spa and filled their whirlpool bath with warm water. As the bath filled, she stripped off her workout clothes and looked herself over in the full length mirror. She liked what she saw. At 37 years of age, Mandy could have easily passed for a woman in her middle to late 20s. Her magnificent 38D breasts looked almost impossibly large and firm on her 5' 2", 110 lb frame with a 20" waist and 34" hips. Her long, lustrous brown hair and matching brown eyes framed her near flawless face. Mandy's dark strip of pubic bush formed a perfect "V" that pointed right at her sex, which was concealed by her closed thighs.

Mandy's body and face were sensuously gorgeous. She giggled thinking, "I look totally fuckable."

Surprisingly, few men ever hit on Mandy. Her very conservative dresses and loose-fitting blouses and slacks concealed most of her voluptuous body. At 5' 2", she could have easily worn five-inch heels without any danger of towering over men or women, for that matter, but she either wore flats or two-inch heels. The latter were worn only when she and Harold were going out for the evening.

As she surveyed her body, she fully realized that if other men knew of the gorgeous body that lay hidden beneath her conservative clothing, she would be having to fight them off. Instead, she could only remember a few, very mild passes that had been directed at her in the last few years. As she considered this fact, Mandy's thoughts turned to her sex life.

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"I look damn good," I thought as I gazed at my reflection. Hefting my large globes in both hands, I said aloud, "Why doesn't Harold want to play with these big tits of mine all the time? In fact, how come he hasn't fucked me in .... in...." Hell. I had to stop to think. "In the last four days. Four days and he hasn't even tried to stick his big cock in me!"

Hefting her big tits, Mandy wondered why men weren't constantly trying to fuck her.

"His big cock... big cock ... really big cock," I thought with a grin. Even though I hadn't had another man since our marriage 17 years ago, I still knew that Harold's cock was big. "Harold knows I wasn't a virgin on our wedding night, and he knows that I had only had two boys before we started dating, but I still know his seven and a half inch cock is big. There's all sorts of information available on google," I said aloud laughing.

I noticed the whirlpool bath was full. Turning off the water, I activated the pumps and lowered myself into the soothing, swirling water. After washing off the sweat from my body, I relaxed and began to think about the fact that Harold hadn't fucked me for four days. As I thought about it, I realized that he only tried to initiate sex with me about twice a week now... so four days wasn't actually much longer than average. That came as a shock to me.

It was a shock because for the first ten years of our marriage, I was constantly having to say 'no' to Harold as he wanted sex essentially every night, which was just too much once the glow of the honeymoon was over. I began to wonder what had changed him so much.

I felt like I had to be fair to my husband. I probably shouldn't have discouraged him so much by constantly turning down his advances. The problem, of course, was that he wasn't satisfied with normal, healthy sex. Harold always wanted something kinky... something dirty. For years, he had badgered me to wear hot, revealing, sexy clothes that only a hooker would wear on a street corner as she solicited men. I wanted to keep my body private for him alone, but he always wanted it otherwise, and I had no intention of doing that.

If that wasn't enough, there were all the dirty sexual things he wanted me to do. I didn't mind giving him a blowjob on special occasions like our anniversary or his birthday, but he always wanted to shoot his semen into my mouth... and even worse... he wanted me to swallow the stuff. Harold also wanted to give me oral sex after ejaculating inside me. That was just too dirty to consider. But the ultimate perversion was his constant badgering to have anal sex. Even though I explained many times that it would hurt me, that it was unsanitary, and that it grossed me out, he continued to ask.

But then in the last five years, he had stopped asking for those things. We now had sex in the usual manner or with me riding him occasionally, and I always had an orgasm. The only remaining problem was that he always wanted to continue having sex after we had both climaxed when I was relaxed and only wanted to cuddle up and go to sleep.

I was drying myself off after finishing my bath when I admitted to myself that sex twice a week was about right. I just wanted Harold to want me more than that even though I would turn him down. I had to admit to myself that I sort of missed the fun of turning him down. A woman needs that kind of ego boost.

My real problem, of course, was that with the kids in high school, I had nothing to do with my time. I realized that I needed a real job. I resolved to speak to Harold about it as soon as possible.

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As soon as possible turned out to be that evening during dinner. As Harold and the kids worked on their pot roast, potatoes, asparagus, and salad, my husband asked, "How was your day, Mandy? Any thing interesting happen?"

"No. Not a thing. I did the housework, sat down and read for a couple of hours, and then went to the gym for my daily workout. When I got home, I bathed and started dinner. Just the same-old... same-old. Day in and day out."

"That's not good, Honey. You need to find yourself an interesting hobby."

"I was thinking more along the lines of a steady job. Would you object if I look for a job? I know we don 't need the money with the income you bring home, but I need something rewarding and challenging to do with my time. Can I start looking?"

Harold actually laid down his fork and knife and thought seriously for several minutes. Finally, he replied, "No, I don't mind at all. I think it's a great idea, but you've been away from the work force for so long, you'll have difficulty finding something challenging and rewarding. My guess is that you'll be limited to minimum-wage, routine jobs that are even duller than your present daily routine."

"I hadn't thought of about that. Damn! You're probably right."

"But since you want to go back to work in a responsible job, I have an idea. Let me check it out tomorrow. In the meantime, don't start looking yet. I may have a really good solution."

"What? Come on... tell me," I pleaded.

"Not yet. Not until I check out the lay-of-the-land, so to speak. What's for dessert?"

Later that evening, we were all in the den. Carl and Maria were watching their favorite sitcom on TV, I had started reading a new book, and Harold was reading the evening newspaper. When he finished, he stood up and asked if anyone wanted a soft drink or coffee."

"I'll have another piece of that lemon cake," Carl said.

"Me too," Maria chimed in.

"How about you, Mandy?"

"Coffee would be nice."

Five minutes later, Harold came back into the den carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and two slices of the lemon cake. He served the kids and then set my coffee cup on the table beside my chair. Before he stood back up, he leaned closer, nipped my ear lobe, and kissed the back of my neck. When his lips pulled away from my neck, he whispered "Let's go to the bedroom and fuck. I'm hard just from looking at you tonight."

I shook my head vigorously. "Why not?" Harold persisted.

I pointed at our children and pushed him away saying, "Later." This time, Harold got the message, shrugged, turned his hands upward in resignation, and went back to his coffee and newspaper.

After that, I had a very difficult time concentrating on my book. It would have been erotic and hot to go off to our bedroom and fuck with both Carl and Maria knowing what we were doing, but obviously that was not something we could do. But even as I justified another rejection of my husband's advances, I realized my pussy was wet, and my panties were rapidly becoming soaked.

Later that night when Harold and I were in bed naked, he moved downward obviously intending have oral sex with me. I quickly closed my legs and pulled on his arms to get him to move up in the bed and mount me.

"What's the matter? You're wet and I know you like having your pussy licked."

"I can't keep quiet when you lick my pussy, Harold, and the kids are probably still awake, Just put it in and let's have sex."

"But I want to..."

"Ssshhhh, not so loud. The kids will hear. Just get on me and let's have sex."

Giving up, Harold mounted me as I opened my legs to him. He hadn't been joking earlier when he had told me that he was hard. It felt like an iron spike against my belly before he lowered it between my open legs and drove it into my vagina with one hard thrust.

"UUnngh," I grunted trying not to make too much noise. If Harold's cock felt hard against my belly, it felt like a huge battering ram as Harold fucked it back and forth inside me with determined masculine authority. I tried to remain quiet but the fucking was too hot... too hard... too intense. I began to whimper softly as the thick phallus plunged in and out of my depths.

A lot of my female friends complained about how fast their husbands were when they made love. A lot of them referred to their husband's as 'useless jack rabbits'. Harold was not a member of that group. He had great control and incredible staying power, which I why I always had a climax when he made love to me. Tonight was no exception. With his hands beneath my ass holding me in position, his penis pounded my hips into the mattress again and again until I was gasping into his ear that I was about to cum.

Harold hammered his big cock in and out of me like a randy stallion until I was biting my knuckle to keep from crying out and alerting the children as to what we were doing.

As my body began to shudder, my legs rose of their own accord until they were high over Harold's back. When my climax surged through my pussy and clitoris, my legs shot out to the side... rigid... as my toes curled back. I had to bite my knuckle to keep from screaming. Knowing that my husband had not yet finished, I kept my legs up and open allowing him to have his orgasm before I collapsed to the bed.

Of course, Harold wanted to continue and fuck me again as soon as he regained his erection, but told him I was too tired. When Harold withdrew and moved off of me, I rolled away from him onto my side and was soon asleep.

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The next day was again boring and repetitive. With nothing else to do, I spent two hours in the gym. The gym instructor, Kyle Thomas, was a young 28-year old physical education graduate of the local college. Since I wore a leotard with a loose fitting top, he got to see a lot more of my body than any of the men who saw me at places other than the gym. Consequently, he was well aware of my 38D-20-34 measurements and my 110 lb, 5' 2" body.

As I said, very few men had hit on me in the 17-years I had been married to Harold. Kyle Thomas was one of the few. He always spent a lot of time "giving me pointers and instructions", as he put it, when I was going through my exercise routine. On several occasions, he had asked me to have dinner with him after my daily workouts. When that feeler was met with rejection, he asked me to have a cool drink with him afterwards so we could get better acquainted.

Although I always turned him down, he continued to persist, and I secretly enjoyed his attention during my exercises. When I knew he was watching my breasts rise and fall during a routine, or if he was watching my legs rise high in the air during my leg lifts, my pussy always got wet. Kyle was great medicine for my starved female ego.

When the kids were busy doing their homework after dinner that evening, Harold told me had some great news. I could hardly wait. I brought us both a cup of coffee into the den and said, "If you don't tell me soon, I'm going to go crazy. What's the great news?"

"It's about the job you want to find. I've found one for you that you'll love. It's challenging, its financially rewarding, and I think it will be very satisfying for you."

"What is it and how could you find a job for me without them even talking to me?"

"I didn't find a job for you. I just found an opportunity for you. You'll have to interview of course, but I'm pretty certain that if you want the job, its yours. Margo Watts resigned as Grant's executive assistant a week ago. He's been worried sick about finding a reliable replacement for her."

"Grant? You mean Grant Welding, the CEO of the company where you're the vice president?"

"The same."

"But I thought the company had nepotism rules that prevented spouses from both being hired?"

"They do, but that rule applies primarily when both the husband and wife will be in the same area or when one has supervisory authority over the other. Neither of those is case here. Besides that, Grant is the CEO. He can set aside company rules if he wishes. So nepotism's not a concern for you."

"Ok. I understand, but why is Mr. Welding so concerned? He could have anyone he wants." Why me?"

"Several reasons. First, he's known you for some time. You're not an unknown gamble for him. Second, you have a degree in accounting with a minor in business administration. Not many women have those credentials. Third, he wants to do me a favor, as I've done many for the company over the years. And finally, ... eh... well... essentially, it's those three reasons why Grant wants you in the position. He'll tell you all the particulars when you meet him tomorrow. Your appointment is at 10 AM. Don't be late."

"I won't be... now tell me the final reason."

"Grant Welding's only 40. He likes beautiful women, and you're beyond belief beautiful."

"But he's married?"

"I didn't say he wants to marry you, Mandy. He just wants you in his office to brighten the place up."

"Doesn't that bother you? That another man wants me around because I'm beautiful?"

"Why should it? Every man wants other men to think his wife is beautiful and envy him. Just go to the interview. If the job makes you uncomfortable, just thank Grant for considering you and politely turn him down. He's a man. He's used to rejection. All men are, you know."

I cringed inwardly as I thought back to all the times I had rejected my husband's advances. But it was his fault with all his outrageous demands and requests.

"All right. I'll call first thing in the morning and confirm my appointment."

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Executive Assistant:

The interview the next morning at 10 AM was essentially perfunctory, as Harold had predicted it would be. Grant Welding explained his reasons for wanting me in the position, and they matched Harold's explanation exactly. Of course, he omitted the fourth reason... that I was a gorgeous woman. Actually, it wasn't necessary for him to tell me the fourth reason... his eyes provided that explanation. They never left my face and body. Of course, I accepted the position.

When I left Grant's office, I could feel the dampness in the crotch of my panties. Having a powerful man like Grant Welding checking out my face and body was just as big an ego boost as having a young physical fitness instructor doing it.

As I drove home, I kept thinking about the way Grant's eyes had essentially undressed me right there in his office. When I thought about the fact that starting tomorrow, I was going to be around him eight to nine hours every workday with his eyes checking me out, my pussy got even wetter.

Grant had mentioned that part of the job's responsibilities were to accompany him on business and convention meetings that would often require one or two-day trips out of town. The thought that I would be spending several nights with this man had my panties soaked by the time I arrived home. Fortunately, the kids were in school and my husband was at work.

I practically ran to the bedroom in a frenzy to get myself off. I stripped naked in less than a minute, but I was too hot to spend the time to turn back the bed covers. Grabbing my largest dildo and a big vibrator out of the bottom dresser drawer, I laid down on the floor with a large book under my hips to boost my pussy into position. I was shuddering when I pushed the nine-inch, thick dildo into my opening and worked it back and forth. My pussy was so soaked that I had eight inches of the big fuck stick buried in my throbbing hole after just a few thrusts.

"OOohhhh Gawd Damn! Fuck me... FUCK MEEE!" I heard myself screech as I rammed the dildo in and out of my hot, throbbing hole. When it was fully stuck into me, I turned the vibe to "high" and pressed it against my erect, pulsing clitoris.

"GGGHHAAAAAAAAA... UUNNGGGHHHHHHH... OOOHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK IT... FUCK IT!!"

The first orgasm exploded inside my vagina within two minutes, but I couldn't stop. In fact, I didn't even slow down. Again and again, I drove the dildo to the bottom of my erupting vagina and pressed the vibrator hard against my pulsing clitoris. After another five minutes, a came again... hard. This time, I squirted all over my thighs and pussy as my hole convulsed and throbbed.

As my vagina contracted in a hard spasm, the large dildo was almost pushed out of my hole, but I held the vibe hard against my clit as spasm after spasm wracked my pussy and clitoris.

After my second orgasm, my clitoris and pussy were so sensitive I had to remove the vibrator and pull the dildo out of my pussy. Lying there on the floor, my entire body continued to shudder and shake in the aftermath of my two intense orgasms. There was no way I could keep my fingers off of my still throbbing clitoris.

Every time I moved my fingers over my clitoris, my vagina pulsed and throbbed.

Even after my two climaxes, I still wanted more, but now I had enough control to turn back the bed covers. The large dildo and silver vibrator I had used were soaked with my secretions, so I got another vibrator from my dresser drawer. This time, I put a pillow beneath my ass to elevate my pussy and began to pleasure myself once again.

As I pushed the vibrator in and out of my soaked, pulsing hole, my clitoris very quickly became erect. In less than a minute, it was beginning to throb. As I fucked my pussy, hot fantasizes flooded my brain... Kyle Thomas and Grant Welding were both standing at the foot of my bed watching me masturbate. They both had their cocks out jacking off as they watched me doing it.

"Spread wider, Mandy," Grant ordered in my fantasy.

"We want to see your sexy cunt throb and cum. Stick that dildo back in your hot hole and pump it hard and fast!"

I drove it all the way into my gaping hole as my hips thrust upward to take the thick shaft deep inside my convulsing vagina. The two studs told me to fuck myself faster... I did. They moved closer and demanded that I rub my clit. They were on the bed with me... Grant on my right... Kyle on my left... they pumped their big cocks as my eyes flashed from one bloated, purple head to the next. I spread wider as my climax approached.

"The Bitch is going to cum... Look at her cunt throb. Oh shit! The hot slut is cumming!!" Kyle screamed as the two men began to ejaculate all over me.

My orgasm exploded as their loads spewed all over my face shooting cum into my open mouth. Kyle's load sprayed my heaving tits... Grant lowered his aim and drenched my erupting cunt. I heard myself screaming as my fourth orgasm in less than 25 minutes roared through my contracting pussy.

Lost in my fantasies, I rammed the vibrator in and out of my pussy until the orgasm erupted and flooded through my shuddering body.

It was almost 30 minutes before I recovered enough to get up and change all the bed sheets and clean the carpet before my husband came home and caught me.

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After two weeks as Grant's Executive Assistant, I was overjoyed with my new job. The work was challenging and important to Grant and to the company. Harold was always interested in what I was doing and how I was progressing. He was just totally supportive.

In addition, I was finding working with Grant and being in close contact with him every day to be exciting, so much so that I wondered if it was proper for me to be getting so much pleasure from his presence. Even though I worried a little, it was far too exciting for me to give any serious thought to quitting.

Several times, every single day, I noticed Grant staring at me. Sometimes it was my face that seemed to attract his attention. At other times, it was my thighs or butt and, of course, frequently, it was the prominent thrust of my breasts. The fact that I always wore very conservative slacks and blouses with a covering jacket and no more than two-inch heels made me wonder how much more exciting it might be if I dressed somewhat less conservatively.

During my first week on the job, Harold and I had had sex three times, one more than usual. This increased to four times during my second week, and every single time, the sex was more erotic and sensuous than it had been in years. The fourth time my husband screwed me, we were making out on the couch when he had asked if he could give me oral sex. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he didn't think there was a chance that I would let him.

For an answer, I had rolled onto my back, spread my legs wide open, and hissed, "Hurry, Darling. I do it to me... I need to cum."

There was a double portion of shock on Harold's face... first, because I had not only said 'yes' but wanted it badly, and secondly because instead of saying "I need to have an orgasm.", I had used the word "cum" for the first time. Harold ate me like a starving man until I had cum all over his face three times.

Harold pleasured me with his tongue for over a half hour. I gushed all over his face three times.

After the my third explosion, he couldn't wait any longer. My hot stud carried me into our bedroom, mounted me, and fucked my brains out for the next hour.

Harold screwed me almost continously for an hour. He put two huge loads into my pussy and I must have climaxed a half dozen more times.

At the start of the third week, I had just finished making notes for the work he needed for me to do in the next couple of days and was preparing to head back to my office to get started, when stopped me.

"Mandy... you know...," he paused.

"Yes, Grant?" I asked encouragingly.

"I was just going to say that you're an incredibly beautiful woman, Mandy. I love having you as my Executive Assistant. I know it's your business what you wish to wear to work, but it is a shame that you always choose slacks and very conservative blouses and shoes. As I say, it's none of my business, but it is sort of a shame. That's all. I hope I didn't offend you."

"No. Not at all. What would you like for me to wear?"

"I don't want to tell you want to wear, Mandy. I want you to enjoy your job and your position. If you would be uncomfortable wearing anything different from what you have generally been wearing, then by all means, continue to dress as you have been doing. I just wanted you to know that I would enjoy seeing you in something less conservative."

"Something tighter, perhaps? More form fitting?" I questioned.

"Yes."

"Dresses instead of slacks... short enough to show my legs... maybe a little of my thighs?"

"Oh yes, that would be delightful. Would make my day and the day of everyone who sees you at work."

"Lower cut blouse?"

"Um-huh. If you're comfortable wearing them."

"What if some of my breasts show? Would it offend the other employees and clients?"

"Any client who would be offended by the sight of a beautiful woman is not a client I care to have anyway. But that point is moot. I don't have any clients who would be offended."

"Higher heels, perhaps?"

At this suggestion, Grant closed his eyes and just moaned so softly that I almost couldn't hear him. But I did. "Thank you, Grant. I appreciate your telling me. You want me to enjoy my job. I do... in fact, I love it. In turn, I want you to enjoy having me as your Executive Assistant. I'll get to work on these jobs immediately."

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The next day as I cooked breakfast, Harold couldn't take his eyes off of me. "God. You look awesome this morning. What happened to the conservative slacks, blouses, and jackets?"

My husband's eyes roamed over my legs, my bodice, the curve of my hips, and my ass in the tight fitting dress.

"I'm thinking of donating all of that stuff to the Salvation Army. I like this much better. What do you think? Is it Ok? Are you all right with my dressing like this for work?"

"I love it. I just love it. I've been begging you for years to dress like this or even more. You never would."

"I know. I know. I'm really sorry about that, Darling. I promise that I'm going to make it up to you."

"You've already got a great start on doing that, Honey," my husband beamed.

` I was floating on air with I left for work that morning.

When I walked toward my office, every man I passed stopped working to check me out. Even some of the women stared. I loved it. "Why in hell have I been dressing in all those frumpy clothes for years when my husband has been begging me to dress hot?" I thought to myself feeling more and more like a stupid idiot.

Grant came in late that morning, something that was very unusual for him. I wondered if his wife had given him sex that morning causing him to be late. I was hard at work when the intercom light from Grant's office lit up.

"Yes, Sir?" I responded.

"Good morning, Mandy. I have some contracts that I need for you to complete this morning. Set every thing else aside and work on these. Go on into the conference room and wait for me. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Ok. I'm on my way."

While I was waiting, I decided that I wanted to test Grant's response to my new appearance. Instead of taking a seat in one of the chairs to wait for him, I mounted one of the small tables in the conference room and sat with my legs dangling over the edge and my hands on the table's surface for support. The position caused my dress to rise nearly halfway up my thighs exposing more leg than I had ever shown since marrying Harold.

My dress was almost halfway up my thighs. I had the urge to pull it even higher.

Grant was checking his contract notes when he walked in. "Good morning, Mandy. We need to go over these contracts .... " He stopped talking in mid-sentence. His eyes were locked onto my exposed thighs as I gently swung my leg back and forth provocatively.

Finally, Grant said in an awed whisper, "God, Mandy. You're not only beautiful... you're the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on. I love that dress... but I guess I don't need to tell you that I love your legs even more."

He didn't need to tell me. The growing bulge in his pants told me every thing I needed to know. I grinned thinking at the advantage women have in situations like this. I could see his excitement growing in his pants, but he couldn't see my wet panties signaling my matching excitement.

"Shall we go over the contract details?" I asked.

"Not yet. The contracts can wait. I want to stare at you right now."

I remained on the table as his eyes drank in my legs, my thighs, the curve of my ass, and my thrusting breasts that were now heaving with my arousal. With my breasts heaving as they were, I knew he had a visual clue about my excitement just as I had one about his.

Grant must have spent several minutes checking out every curve of my body before he moved closer, extended a hand, which I took, and pulled me to my feet. Looking into my eyes, he whispered, "I want to kiss you. I'm going to kiss you."

Instantly, I felt my vagina contract and my clitoris pulse with excitement. Slight tremors rippled through my body. I wondered if he would feel them. He moved closer still. His hands touched my throat pulling my lips towards his. I felt the masculine stubble of his beard touch and scrap my face. It was rough... it was exhilarating. My vagina throbbed again, even harder. I felt his breath against my face. His mouth opened slightly. Mine followed suit. Closer... closer... I was panting now with anticipation and excitement. I hadn't kissed another man for 17 years... that streak was about to end.

Grant's lips closed over mine... softly at first... then harder. My body shuddered. His kiss intensified. His lips moved over mine... exploring every inch. Then... I felt his tongue... sliding sensuously over my lips. I groaned. He kissed me harder. My mouth opened. His tongue entered... my vagina throbbed and pulsed... my clit hardened.

I shuddered when Grant held me close... my mouth opened wide when he kissed me.

His tongue was inside my mouth... exploring... stroking my tongue. His retreated. Mine followed and explored. Grant's mouth seemed to devour mine. My arms circled about his neck pulling him fiercely against me... crushing my breasts into his chest... grinding my mound against his surging erection.

Finally, we both needed air. Our lips parted. We both breathed deeply as his hands moved to the top of my dress and pulled it downward. With the zipper up, there wasn't enough give in the dress to allow Grant to remove my breasts. In moments, his hands were behind me, lowering the zipper. Another few seconds passed and my breasts were out as he stroked and caressed them gently. I hissed with hot female pleasure. Momentarily, I thought of Harold, but then Grant's fingers were on my nipples and all thoughts of my husband vanished.

Another man was fondling my breasts for the first time in 17 years.

We kissed again before Grant moved back and released my breasts. Both of my nipples were swollen and hard. "You have just beautiful breasts, Mandy. I knew you would."

"I'm glad you like them. I was hoping that you would."

"You know, I'm not at all interested in these contracts, but we probably ought to take care of them."

"You're the boss," I said with a soft smile. It took a half hour to get through all the details before I returned to my office to complete all the forms and put the contracts in final form. It was past noon before I finished. Normally, it wouldn't have taken so long, but it was really difficult to concentrate on contracts when my pussy was a raging inferno of lust.

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That evening it was all I could do to concentrate on fixing dinner. I could feel my wetness on my inner thighs. When I squatted down to get a skillet from the lower cabinet, I could smell the musky aroma of my cunt. I was shocked to realize that I had thought of it as my "cunt", not my pussy. I smiled as I said to myself, "When a pussy smells and feels like mine does right now, it's a cunt... not a pussy."

All during dinner, I kept glancing at my handsome husband. I really didn't want to eat the food... I wanted to eat his big cock. The mental picture of me crawling under the table and sucking his cock while he and the kids ate dinner would have normally made me blush. All it was doing at the moment was making my cunt throb and seep even more wetness into my already soaked panties.

With another shock, I saw Maria staring at me. The two males at the table seemed unaware of what was happening but Maria knew. Once I got over my initial shock, I realized that my arousal was obvious to another woman who knew all the signs... my rapid breathing, my heaving tits, my flared nostrils, my body squirming on the chair, and of course, the musky aroma of my excited cunt, which a woman can detect much sooner than any man.

Later, Harold read the newspaper while the kids watched TV and did their homework during the frequent commercials. I pretended to read a novel, but actually, I was thinking about Grant kissing me and then taking out my tits. When I remembered how hard he had gotten my nipples, I had to squeeze my thighs together to secretly masturbate myself. I wanted to cum but knew I could never be quiet if I had an orgasm. I wondered how far I would have let him go if he hadn't stopped.

Around 11 PM, the kids retired to their rooms to finish their homework. I just couldn't wait any longer. My cunt was dripping, and I didn't think my clit could get any harder. When I headed for my bedroom, Harold looked up and asked, "Going to bed?"

"No. Not yet. I'm just going to get out of these clothes." He nodded and went back to his newspaper.

As soon as I was in our bedroom, I stripped off the dress I had worn to work that day, and put on a black sheathe that I had just purchased at Victoria's Secret two days earlier. I had no intention of wearing a bra and thought about leaving off the panties, but then knowing how much it turns men on to see a woman's panties being pulled down, I slipped on a skimpy black thong. Strapping on my new come-fuck-me four-inch heels, I walked back into our den with my ass and hips swinging.

At first, Harold didn't notice me. I waited until he glanced up. The sight of his eyes widening first in shock, and then in desire sent shivers through my body. The sheathe just barely covered my ass. It was the first time my husband of 17 years had ever seen me in such an outfit. He was stunned... but he was also hard.

"How do you like my new dress, Darling? Do you think it's too long? I can take the hem up a little more."

"Oh fuck! If it were any shorter, I could see your ass."

"Well, don't you want to see my ass? Should I make it shorter?"

"I love seeing your sexy ass, Mandy, but I wouldn't be the only man seeing it if you make that dress any shorter."

"Mmmmmm... that's a hot thought... all those randy men staring at my ass. Would it make you jealous or hard if other men were staring at your wife's ass?"

"Probably."

"Which one? Jealous or hard?"

"Mainly hard... a little jealous."

"It's good for a husband to be really hard and a little jealous... don't you think so."

"Yeah, I do. Make it even shorter, Mandy."

"I'll think about it, Darling. Do you think it looks all right without a bra?"

"No bra? Oh damn! That's so hot! Let's go in the bedroom so you can show me."

"What's the matter with right here?" I asked as I pulled the dress down to my waist baring both of my tits. Harold's hand moved to his erection, which he began to squeeze and stroke. He couldn't take his eyes off my big tits and legs, and I couldn't tear mine away from his hand jacking off his big hard-on.

I hadn't initiated sex with Harold for well over 10 years, if not longer. He was stunned, but his cock was hard as iron.

"Take it out," I hissed hotly.

"Right here? The kids are here."

"Forget the kids! Take it out!" I groaned in heat.

Harold unzipped his pants and pulled out his iron-hard dick. It seemed even bigger than his usual seven and a half inches. The head was swollen and purple. I could see it throbbing even at a distance. "Are you wearing panties?" he asked, his voice no more than a hot moan.

"Of course. Do you think your wife is a slut? I pulled the dress down my hips so he could see the tiny black thong I was wearing. His hand moved faster on his throbbing cock. It was the first time I had ever watched my husband jack off. It was so incredibly erotic, I had a hard time believing that I had denied us both this pleasure for so long.

"Take it off," he ordered, his voice now a lust-filled, deep growl.

Stepping out of my dress, I tossed it over the back of a chair, turned, and with my ass thrusting directly at Harold, I slowly pulled down my panties. After stepping out of them, I bent back over and spread my ass cheeks to completely expose both my cunt and ass holes to my husband.

"See anything you'd like to fuck, Stud?"

That was all Harold could take. The male who scooped me up in his arms was nothing like my husband. This male was an out-of-control satyr who smelled the musky aroma of excited female cunt that he fully intended to ravish. I couldn't wait to be ravished like a hot whore.

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Maria had her blouse open with both tits sticking out. Her dress was hiked up to he waist, and her panties were pulled aside baring her wet cunt. One hand squeezed her tits and worked her hard nipples while the fingers on her other hand stroked her erect and throbbing clitoris and plunged in and out of her pulsing hole.

The hot teenager was cumming almost as hard as her mother.

She had her ear pressed as close to the wall separating her bedroom from the master bedroom as she could get it. The sound of her mother howling and grunting as she was being royally fucked by her husband was the hottest thing the young teenager had ever heard. Many times, she had tried to hear her mother's cries during sex, but she never had... never until tonight.

There was now no problem hearing Mandy’s wild cries of delight as the thick cock plunged in and out of her cunt. The hard female grunts Mandy emitted each time the cock thudded into the bottom of her vagina let Maria know the precise moment her dad's cock was balls deep inside her mom's hole.

When she heard her mother wailing, "Oohhhh gawd damn, Harold! Fuck me... fuck me harder, you hot stud. Make me cum again! UUnnghhh! GGGHHHHAAAAAA!!!" Maria's cunt went into hard spastic contractions at the same time as her mom's hole was erupting.

She heard the bed springs creaking and protesting at the same time as Mandy screeched and howled. Then, Maria's clitoris erupted when she heard, "OOOHHHH... you hot Bastard! You're finger fucking my ass! Stick it innnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Ooohhh fuck meeee... fuck meeee!!"

Maria's cunt and clitoris exploded in hard contrations as she listened to her mother being screwed.

Maria spread wide open and drove three fingers deep inside her erupting hole when she heard her father's deep masculine voice informing her wailing mother that he was going to shoot in another load of cum.

"Here it comes, you sexy slut. TAKE IT! AAAHHHHH UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!"

OH FUCK YES! SHOOT IT IN, PUMP ME FULL OF YOUR HOT LOAD, LOVER. CUM IN ME!! UUNNGHHH... OOOHHHH GOD... IT'S GOING INTO MEEEEEEEE... YOUR BIG LOAD'S FILLING MEEEEEEEE!"

With each of her father's hot grunts, Maria knew her mom was taking another thick gush of sperm-filled semen.

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A Business Trip with the CEO:

Over the next week, Grant took every opportunity to kiss me, and on each kiss, his hands never failed to explore my tits. If he could safely take my tits out without much risk of someone seeing us, he always took them out.

I knew I should feel guilty about cheating on Harold this way, but he was getting the hottest sex we had ever had in 17 years because of Grant getting me so hot I was boiling over when I got home. So, I rationalized my behavior and kept doing it.

In fact, I knew I would have done a lot more if Grant had pushed the issue. But so far, kissing me, staring at and occasionally caressing my legs, and playing with my tits and nipples was as far as he had gone. That changed at the start of my fifth week.

I had just purchased a new red dress at Victoria's along with transparent black panties and matching heels. When I went in to work on Monday, I was in heat waiting to let Grant see my stocking clad legs and garter straps. Consequently, when my intercom buzzed, my pussy immediately began to throb in anticipation.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Is every thing going as planned?"

This was our agreed upon code to ask me if I were alone. "Yes... as planned, Grant."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Good."

"Are you thinking about me?"

"All the time... even when Harold is fucking me."

"Good. I think about you when I'm screwing my wife."

"We shouldn't be doing this, Grant."

"I know, but I'm not going to stop. Are you?"

"No. I can't. You're my boss."

"I am, and don't you forget it. Since I'm your boss, pull your dress up to your waist."

I lifted my ass and jerked my dress up over my hips. Then, I pulled it even higher. "It's around my waist now."

"Look down. What do you see?"

"My dark stockings and garters. My black CFM heels. My transparent black panties."

"Oh fuck... that's so hot."

"I'm glad you think so. I bought the outfit for you. Harold's never seen it."

"Aaahhh... On Thursday, I leave for a business meeting with a potentially large client. I'll be returning on Sunday. I need you with me."

"Of course. It's part of my job, isn't it?"

"Very much so. Harold understands that. He won't object."

"I'll tell him tonight. I've never been out of town with another man in 17 years, Grant."

"That streak ends Thursday, Mandy. Are your panties wet?"

"Soaked."

"Rub your pussy for me."

"Oohhh god... mmmmmm... Oh fuck. Ummmmmmm..."

"Is your clit hard?"

"Very hard, Grant."

"Rub it."

"AAaahhhhhhhh.... oohhhhhhh god, Grant. It's so sensitive. MMmmmmm... AAAAaaahhhhh."

"Did Harold fuck you last night?"

"Yes... three times."

"Lucky man. How many times did you cum?"

"I lost count... but more than seven. I lost count at seven. I was thinking about you every time I climaxed."

"Rub your clit."

"I'm rubbing it... I'm about to cum."

"Good. Now stop and come into my office. I have a problem that needs your attention."

I hurried into Grant's office. As soon as I entered, he motioned for me to take seat on his large couch. As I did, I crossed my legs and pulled my dress all the way up to my ass. I could see his body shaking with desire. I loved it... oh god... how I loved turning him on.

I could feel Grant's hot lust as he stared at my exposed legs.

"You're just drop-dead gorgeous, Mandy. I just can't get over how sensuous and sexy you are."

"MMmmmm... I don't want you to ever get over it, Grant."

"Turn and face me, Mandy. Point your legs right at me."

"Oh yes, you hot Stud. You know exactly what buttons to push to turn me on."

Turning, I was now facing Grant. My crossed legs were pointed right at him. I waited with my cunt throbbing wildly. My clitoris was pulsing... it felt like it was dancing in and out of its protective hood. The sexy bastard made me wait. I wasn't sure I would going to be able to stand it much longer.

"Do it now," he ordered.

"What?"

"You know what. Do it or go back to work."

There was no possible way I could resist. Slowly... tantalizingly, I uncrossed my legs and moved my heels side-by-side onto the floor, my knees pressed tightly together, my dress still up at the top of my thighs.

I hesitated. Grant leaned forward to get the best view. His pants were tented with his bulging erection. I moved my knees a few inches apart. He licked his lips... leaning forward. In one motion, I spread my legs as wide as possible and pulled my dress up to my hips. I knew Grant could see my wet slit through my soaked, transparent panties.

I wanted Grant to see my slit... to want to sink his raging cock into my hot hole... to fuck me... to screw me... to shoot his load into me. I spread even wider.

When he began to stroke his cock, I arched my hips upward to give him the best possible view.

"I'm about to have an orgasm," I moaned.

"What?"

"I'm about to have an orgasm."

"What?"

"Ohhhh god. I'm about to cum!!" I could feel my vagina opening and closing and my clit pulsing each time my vagina throbbed.

"Show me your cunt, Mandy. I've been dying to see it for months."

"I've only been working for you for five weeks, Grant."

"So? I've wanted to see your hot cunt since the first time I laid eyes on you. Show it to me."

Reaching between my thighs, I bunched the crotch of my panties together and pulled it deep into my slit. Grant groaned at the erotic, sensuous sight. My hole contracted in a hard spasm. "I'm almost there," I shouted. "I'm going to cum!"

"Pull your panties aside so I can see your cunt when you cum, Mandy. Hurry!!!"

I jerked the crotch band out of my slit and yanked it aside. Almost immediately, my cunt exploded as my sex hole gaped open and then slammed shut... over and over.

My cunt was convulsing in an intense orgasm when I pulled my panties aside so Grant could see me throbbing.

I was still shuddering in the midst of my climax when I heard Grant growling at me. "Get your fucking dress and panties off. Spread out on the table. I can't wait any longer! I'm going to fuck you, Mandy!"

My vagina began to throb even harder when I heard Grant tell me I was about to be fucked. Seventeen years with only Harold's cock in my cunt... Now, Grant was going put his thick, eight-inch dick in me. I practically tore the dress in my haste to get it off. As soon as it hit the floor, I was pulling my panties over my ass and down my thighs. Before I could toss them to the floor, Grant pulled them from my hand and pressed the crotch to his nose.

"Oh god... the aroma of your cunt just drives me crazy, Mandy." A moment later, my panties disappeared into his pants pocket.

I leaned back on the table supporting my weight with my arms behind my body. Scooting forward, I moved my hips forward so that half of my buttocks and my cunt were off the table's edge. Once my cunt was in position for Grant, I lifted both legs and spread wide open for him.

"Jezzz!" Grant gasped as he stared between my gaping thighs at my wide open, pulsing, wet cunt. "That's the most erotic, sexy sight I've ever seen in my life."

By this time, he had stripped. I couldn't take my eyes off his huge cock as he moved his hips between my thighs toward my sex saddle. It was thick... very thick, curved slightly upward so that it would hook into me perfectly and scrap against my G-spot on every thrust, and it looked even longer than Harold's seven and half inches. "How big is that thing," I hissed with hot anticipation.

"Eight inches and very thick, but I'll go very slow. I won't hurt you... I promise."

"Don't you dare go slow!" I groaned. "Harold's cock is almost that big. I can take it. I can't wait to take it!! I want you to ram it into me like a bull, Grant. Fuck the shit out of me! This my first fuck in 17 years by a cock other than Harold's, and I want to feel it ramming me... I want to still feel you inside me tonight when I'm in bed with my husband! Give it to me... hard... deep. Ram me, Stud. Pound my cunt!!"

Holding me by my waist, Grant aligned the swollen, throbbing head of his cock with my opening. I spread even wider and hunched upward in hot invitation. His hips snapped forward... hard... fast... driving his sex spike deep into my cunt with force and a deep masculine grunt of satisfaction as my vagina closed tightly about his prick and sucked him inward.

"UUNNGGGHHH! UUNNGGHHH! UUNNGGHH! This the way you want it, Mandy. Hard... UGH! UGH!... Deep in your cunt... AAAhhhhhhh! You're so fucking wet and tight!" UNNGGG... UUNNNNN... UUUNNNNN... Take it, Baby!"

I couldn't answer him I was cumming so hard. My cunt had just exploded in ecstatic contractions when Grant rammed his huge sex gun into my waiting hole. Every thrust was scraping over my G-spot sending shivers of delight ripping through my totally plugged cunt. His pubic bone thudded into my clit... mashing it... on every stroke. It erupted in rapid, hard pulsations. Juices were gushing out of my hole as the huge phallus fucked me.

"GGGHHHAAAAAAAAA! AAAAHHHHHHHHHH.... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEE!!! MAKING ME CUMMMMMMM!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I screamed over and over as Grant's shaft stretched me again and again driving my womb back to bury itself entirely inside my cunt.

I marveled at Grant's staying power as he jack hammered his shaft into me on every stroke. Squishing sounds mixed with masculine grunts and female squeals of pleasure filled the room. Another orgasm surged through my vagina knotting the muscles in my belly. My tits were bouncing back and forth as this consummate stud fucked me. It was just glorious. There was no way I could control my orgasms.

Finally, Grant leaned close and whispered, "Shall I pull out or cum inside you?"

"INSIDE ME! INSIDE ME! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE IT OUT! SHOOT IT INNNNN!"

Instantly, I felt his cock drive deep and stop with the head against my womb. His buttocks clenched hard, again and again, as stream after thick stream of sperm-loaded cum poured into the pit of my throbbing cunt hole.

Grant collapsed on top of me as I wrapped my legs tightly about his hips and locked my ankles behind his back. We stayed locked together for at least 10 minutes before I felt his cock beginning to move inside me once again.

"Oh that's fantastic, Grant! I can feel you getting hard. You're going to fuck me again, aren't you?"

"You're not going to believe how much I'm going to be fucking you from now on, Mandy. I want you to ride my cock this time."

"Ohhhh yes! I want to ride you, Grant. I can't wait to pound my cunt up and down on your hot sex spike."

Five minutes later, I was on top of Grant as he lay on the table with me riding his hard cock. Now that I was on top, I was able to keep his shaft pressing on my G-spot and putting pressure on my clitoris. I was cumming within a few minutes... gasping and moaning in his ear as my tits mashed into his chest and my vagina quivered and convulsed around his cock.

I couldn't believe how much Grant's thick shaft stretched me as it disappeared into my cunt.

Pulling my mouth downward against his, his tongue fucked in and out in time with his dick pumping my pussy. Our mouths were locked together in a torrid kiss when I felt Grant's second load shooting into me. The feeling of his dick throbbing like crazy inside my vagina made me cum again. I throbbed hard every time I felt his cock expand and shoot more semen into me.

Once again, we collapsed together... this time with me on top, his dick still twitching inside my cunt, my tits mashed against his chest, our mouths locked together, tongues exploring.

"God, you're a fantastic fuck, Mandy," Grant groaned as our mouths separated.

"Thank you, Darling. Any woman would be with you pounding that awesome cock into her pussy."

"Not so. My wife has been a lousy fuck. She's so conservative... no oral sex... no anal sex... no positions other than missionary. I'm not sure she ever has an orgasm. Lately, she's been getting better, but she's not close to you."

"Maybe she just needs a lover as good as the one I've got," I grinned at him. "MMMmmm... I feel something growing in my pussy again. How do you want me this time?"

"Ride me again, Mandy. But this time, put your heels on the table top just outside my hips and bang that hot cunt up and down my cock. It will really go in deep, and you'll be able to fuck your pussy on my cock harder that way."

Grant was right. With my heels planted on the table, I was able to pound my ass up and down his big shaft almost as hard as he could ram me in missionary position.

Before I left Grant's office, he had screwed me four times, and I had cum at least 20 times.

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Grant told me I could leave early later that afternoon so I would have time to bathe and douche before Harold came home. Before leaving, I stopped in the ladies room to do a little makeshift repair to my appearance. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I was shocked. A high school boy could have easily figured out that I had been recently fucked, and a lot more than just once. My dress was rumpled and creased in back, my hair was a mess, and there were even crusted cum stains on my stockings that my dress didn't cover. Needless to say, I didn't stop to chat with anyone on my way out of the building.

It was just 4 PM when I got home... too early for the kids to be home from school and much too early for Harold to be home from work. After parking my car in our garage, I was about to head for the master bath when I saw a car pull up in front of our house. Peeking out of one of our front windows, I saw it was Maria and her boyfriend Allen.

Even as far away as I was, I could see them kissing passionately while Allen's hand moved inside her blouse. I was so mesmerized by the sight of my daughter making out with her boyfriend, I couldn't look away or leave. After a bit, they moved about on the seat, and I saw that Allen now had Maria's tits out. One of his hands was out of sight below her waist, but from the movement of his arm, I was pretty certain that he was rubbing her pussy... or more likely, finger fucking her.

Allen was sucking my daughter's nipples. I also looked like he might be finger fucking her, but I couldn't see his hand.

After a few minutes, he had Maria writhing against his body. I wondered if he was going to fuck her right in front of our house in broad daylight. Finally, Maria seemed to push him away. She said something and opened the passenger side door to get out of the car.

As Maria scooted across the seat to exit the car, I could see that her skirt was up around her waist, and there didn't appear to be any panties covering her pussy. She almost made it out of the car, but Allen pulled her back, turned her head, kissed her again. She just seemed to melt in his arms as she returned his kiss. When his hand again moved to her thigh, my daughter spread her legs, and now it wasn't necessary to guess what his hand was doing. I could easily see his fingers moving back and forth over her vagina. When I saw Maria arching her ass and humping on his hand, I knew he was rubbing her clitoris at the same time as he finger fucked her.

Maria gasped, thrust her pussy against Allen's hand, and moaned.

Very soon, my view was blocked by Allen's head between her thighs as he went down on Maria and began licking her clit.

Allen made my daughter cum before he let her come back into our house.

It took almost ten minutes of making out before Maria's body convulsed in a hard orgasm. After that, she finally managed to get Allen to let her out of the car. Once outside, she fastened a few of the buttons of her blouse and waved goodbye. I was waiting for her when she entered the den.

Maria was clearly shocked to see me. She gave a slight gasp and then asked, "How long have you been home, Mom?"

"I got home just before you and Allen drove up."

"Oh god. How much did you see?"

"Pretty much every thing... your tits out... dress up... no panties... Allen fingering your pussy... licking your clitoris... you having an orgasm. Did he fuck you earlier?"

When Maria didn't reply, I repeated my question ending with, "Well? Did he?"

Maria blushed crimson and then said, "Yeah... we cut all of our after school activities and went out to the bluff overlooking the lake. We did it in the back seat of his car. It was our first time, and I was just too turned on to stop. When we got back here, he wanted to fuck me again... but then you saw all that. Are you going to tell Dad?"

"Why would I do something like that? Dads don't think clearly when it comes to their daughters. This is just between us. By the way, Allen looked like he was a pretty good lover for a 17-year old guy." I grinned at my daughter reassuringly and turned to head for my bath.

"Mom."

I turned back. "Yes?"

"Your hairdo is a wreck." Now it was my turn to blush.

"And your dress... it's all rumpled, and when you were walking away, I could see creases all over the back." My face now felt like it was beet red.

"And if I were you, Mom, I'd throw those stockings away before Dad sees them. They're spotted with some crusted, white stains and there are several runs in the back."

I opened my mouth to make some excuses, but I couldn't think of anything to say. "Did he fuck you earlier?" Maria asked. "How many times?"

When I didn't reply, Maria repeated her questions ending with, "Well? Did he? How many times?"

"Yeah. It was also our first time, and, like Allen, he was so turned on that he wanted to do it again. The only difference was that he did do it again. In fact, he fucked me four times. Are you going to tell your father?"

"Why would I do something like that? Husbands don't think clearly when it comes to their wives or daughters. Like you said, this is just between us... and I love you, Mom."

We moved together and hugged each other. "I love you too, Maria," I whispered, meaning every word.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask a really personal question? I mean... well, you got to watch me so it's really only fair."

"I guess that's right. What is it?"

"Did he keep your panties like Allen did mine."

I couldn't suppress the sexy giggle that rose in my throat. "He did. I think guys often want your panties the first time they get into you. I guess they think of them as a sort of trophy of conquest."

"Show me, Mom."

Again I blushed furiously. "Oh god, Maria. I can't do that. I'm your mother."

"Why not? You saw me with my dress up around my hips getting my pussy licked. Fair is fair."

I gave up the argument and pulled my dress up to my hips letting Maria see that I was as pantiless as she was. I even sat down and opened my legs as wide as her's had been in the car.

Not only was I showing Maria that my lover had kept my panties, I knew she could see his semen seeping from my vagina.

"Oh Jezz... You look so beautiful and sexy, Mom. I hope that I look just half as good as you do when I'm 37. Dad's really lucky to have you. Do you know that your lover's cum load is leaking out of your pussy, Mom."

"I'm not surprised. I'll bet Allen's load is leaking out of yours too."

"Yeah. It is. I can feel it trickling down my thighs."

We both started giggling knowing that our pussies got very well filled with our lovers cum loads. When I manaaged to stop laughing, I said, "I have to clean up before your father gets home. I suggest you do the same, young lady."

"Ok, Mom," Maria said as we walked to our bathrooms to clean up the evidence... so to speak.

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I showered and carefully washed the outside of my cunt and small triangular bush. However, at the last moment, I decided against douching. The thought of Harold going down on me with some of Grant's semen still inside me was so erotic, I couldn't resist. I wondered how much of Grant's four cum loads was still inside my vagina.

Later, I searched my closet for something erotic, but not too slutty, to wear for Harold. I could still feel my pussy tingling from having been so thoroughly stretched and filled by Grant earlier in the day. That hot, erotic sensation made me feel guilty. It was, after all, the first time I had actually cheated on my husband.

What made me feel even worse was the fact that I was now doing for Grant a lot of the things that Harold had asked me time and time again to do with him. The memory of all the times I had not only turned him down but actually chastised him for asking was eating at my conscience. I loved doing all those naughty things and was kicking myself for constantly saying "no" to Harold.

As I slipped into a tight-fitting, yellow dress, I said aloud to myself, "Mandy, your no-saying days are fucking over! In fact, if Harold doesn't start asking you to do hot, sexy things with him, you are damn well going to start asking him... so get used to it, you dirty, cheating Slut!" I grinned when I called myself a slut. For the time in my life, I realized that I liked being a slut. "Blondes may have more fun than brunettes," I thought, "but sluts have more fun than either of them."

As I put on a pale green bra and slipped a pair of matching bikini panties up my hips, I wondered how Maria had already managed to find out that sluts have more fun. I also wondered how many different cocks had been in her sexy pussy and how often they had fucked her? With a rueful smile, I said aloud, "The sexy slut has probably already had two or three times the number of men I've had. Well, I guess I'm just going to have to play catch up!"

Judging from his intense stare and the growing bulge in his pants, Harold was obviously pleased with my outfit. "Wow!" he moaned as his eyes locked onto my exposed cleavage. Just that one word, but it spoke volumes, and I loved it.

Harold's cock began to harden when he stared into my cleavage.

"I've told the kids that they're on their own tonight. I've got a date and won't be home until late."

"A date?? Who with?" Harold asked obviously very surprised, but I saw the bulge in his pants get even larger at the thought.

"With a man. I don't date women, Honey. And I should tell you that he's hot to get into your wife's panties."

"Do I know him?"

"I think so. His name's Harold and I'm pretty certain that he's already got a hard-on for my pussy."

My husband broke into a large smile, but I also noticed that his erection decreased slightly. "And where is Harold taking you tonight?" he asked me.

"To dinner at the Olive Garden and afterwards... who knows... maybe to a motel... if I decide to let him."

"Have I got 15 minutes to shower and change?"

"Absolutely, Lover, but no more than 15 minutes, or I'll go find a substitute. Both my stomach and my pussy are very anxious."

As we pulled out of our driveway, Harold said, "You really had me going there for a moment when you said you had a date with a man."

"Did the thought turn you on?"

"Yeah. I guess it did. Does that make you angry?"

"Not at all. It makes me hot and wet. You got hard when I told you... didn't you? I mean really hard!"

"Yeah... it felt like I might cum in my pants. Did your pussy get hot and wet?"

"No. My cunt got hot and wet, Darling. And it's still wet. See." I raised my ass and pulled my dress up to my hips. When I saw my husband staring at me with naked lust, I couldn't resist pulling down the top of my dress and exposing my tits to his eyes. Spreading my legs, I ran my finger over my panties... right over my wet slit. "See how soaked my panties are, Honey. Feel them."

As my husband drove down a city street, I was spread wide open on the front seat, my tits out, inviting him to feel how wet my cunt was.

Doing his best to keep his eyes on the road, Harold put his hand on my panties right above my slowly throbbing slit.

"God! You're soaked. Your pussy feels like a swamp, Mandy!"

"Don't you mean my cunt feels like a swamp, Honey?"

"Oh shit... that's several times in the past few days you've called it a 'cunt' rather than a 'pussy'. We've been married for 17 years, and I don't think I ever heard you call it that before. What's going on anyway, Mandy?"

"Does it bother you to hear your wife talk about her wet cunt?"

"Oh hell NO! I just don't understand what happened to get you to start doing things you never did before. It's not just using sexy words. You never dressed hot and sexy for me before."

"For 17 years, I haven't really been a wife for you. I've been more of a nanny for the kids, a housekeeper, and a home manager... a lot of things, but not a wife. I can't change those 17 years... I wish I could, but I can't. But from now on, you're going to have a wife... a sexy, hot wife with a constantly wet cunt that wants and needs to be filled with hard cock. I really hope you like the new me, Harold, because I'm not going back to being the housekeeping nanny who manages your household."

"Like it? I don't like it... I love it."

"Good, because it got me hot and wet to tease you about having a date with a man who wants to get into my panties. And when I saw it getting you hard, I almost wished I had had a date with another man."

"Oh fuck... take off your panties, Mandy. I want to see your cunt."

"Oh yessssssss!" I hissed with hot pleasure. "A couple of months ago, I would have made you sleep on the couch for saying something like that to me. Now, I can't wait to get my panties off and show you my wet cunt. I want you to see it... I hope some other men see it." Raising my legs high so that other drivers and pedestrians would see what I was doing, I stripped my panties over my ass and pulled them off my raised legs.

Harold was about to cum in pants as I stripped off my panties.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!!" my husband groaned as he squeezed his cock frantically.

The driver of the truck moving along beside us gave me a short blast on his air horn to express his appreciation. "That truck driver is looking at your wife's tits and trying to see her cunt, Honey. Does that embarrass you?"

"Some... yes, but it's got me so damn hard... so fucking damn HARD! Show him your cunt, Mandy! Let him see your hot, wet slit!"

Putting one heel up on the seat, I spread my legs wide open. From his elevated position, the truck driver had a perfect view of my hot cunt. I even arched my hips upward to give him a better view. Two more blasts of his air horn followed.

"He wants to fuck your wife, Harold. I'm sure he's jacking off right now."

"Shall I pull into a motel?"

That shocked me. Up to that point, I thought I was just turning my husband on with some outrageously dirty teasing. That put a whole new light on things. "Do you really mean that? Or is it just your hard-on talking?"

"Probably just my hard-on. I've never been this hard and this turned on before. You're just awesome. For years and years, I've fantasized every day about you becoming a sensuous wife, but never in my wildest fantasies did I realize just how incredibly erotic, sensuous, and hot you could be. I love it... and I love you, Mandy. I just hope I don't wake up and find this is all a dream."

"It's not a dream, Lover. I'm just sorry to have made you wait for 17 years. And I know it's all my fault. You tried and tried... you just never gave up on me. Thank you , Darling. I'm going to make it up to you... I promise!"

"I'm going to hold you to that promise, Mandy. Our exit to the Olive Garden is coming up. Spread wide and finger fuck your hot cunt for the nice truck driver, Mandy. Do it!"

"OH FUCK YES! OH FUCK YES!!" I howled as I rammed my ass high in the air and used both hands to pump my cunt hole and rub my throbbing clitoris.

"OOOHHHH FUCK! I'M CUMMING! WATCH ME CUM, BABY... CUMMINGGG!! AAAAHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!"

My orgasm was greeted by a continuous series of blasts on the truck's air horn. The guy shot off so hard that I saw the thick gush of semen arching high in the air and splattering all over his dashboard and the windshield of his semi. Looking over at my husband, I also saw the large wet stain spreading all over the front of his pants.

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With the big cum stain soaked through his pants, I assumed dinner at the Olive Garden was out, but Harold was inventive. Taking off his jacket, He folded it over his arm and carried it so that it concealed the front of his pants. Once we had been seated, he simply laid the jacket over his lap and we had a great dinner.

For me, the excitement of having made the truck driver shoot all over his dashboard and windshield and, at the same time, made my husband cum inside his pants had my clitoris so erect and hard that it felt like it might burst. In addition, my pussy would not stop throbbing and pumping out juices.

As we waited for the bill, I leaned over and whispered to Harold, "You're going to have to walk behind me when we leave, Honey."

"Why? The jacket will keep the cum stain on my pants hidden."

"I know it will but what's going to keep the big wet spot on the back of my dress concealed? My cunt hasn't stopped gushing since I made you and that truck driver cum at the same time."

"What if I want everyone to see how hot and turned on my wife is?"

"MMMmmmmm... then you don't need to walk behind me, and I walk really slow so all the men can see how hot you've got me. They'll all know that I'm so turned on and hot that I'll spread my legs for any man who wants to fuck me."

Harold moaned and then whispered hotly, "If you keep that up, you're going to make me cum in my pants again."

When we left, Harold did walk behind me while holding his jacket in front. As soon as we were in our car, he looked over and asked, "What now?"

"You're the man. You're supposed to make suggestions to me so I can pick one. That's the way it works, Honey."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm a little nervous with the new you... I would appreciate some help."

"Ok. Let's go to "The Hot Spot" and dance some."

"What about my pants and the back of your dress?"

"Well, I would say a lot of the women are going to be very interested in a guy so hot that he shoots off in his pants and still stays hard... like you are right now. And I also think I'm going to be asked to dance by a lot of men... particularly after they see the back of my dress. Come on. It'll be fun, and we'll both be so hot later on, sex will be terrific."

Harold nodded and about 15 minutes later we were at The Hot Spot. I had sucked his cock throughout the entire drive but wouldn't let him shoot off. When we got out of the car, his cock was hard as iron. He wanted to wait until his erection abated, but I was having none of that.

"How about your panties? They're in the back seat. Are you going to put them on?"

"If you can go in with that monster hard-on sticking out, I can go dancing without my panties on, Lover. Let's go, you big-dicked Stud."

As I expected, over a dozen women and several men checked out my husband's raging erection as we made our way to a vacant table. When the scantily-clad cocktail waitress took our drink orders, she paused and stared right at Harold's erection. He got even harder under her gaze. Just before leaving, she said, "How big is that thing?"

"Seven inches," my husband replied modestly. I wasn't about to let him shortchange himself.

"Bull shit!" I hissed. "He's at least eight inches and thick, Honey."

Her eyes actually seemed to light up. "Well, If she won't take care of that big cock, Honey, I get my break in 15. My name's Linda."

I scooted my chair closer to Harold and wrapped my hand around his throbbing manhood. "Are you going to fuck her, Honey? She's hot and she's ready, Baby."

"Yeah... she is, but so are you, and you are much more beautiful, sexier, sluttier... every thing I want. In fact, why don't we go some place where I can ravish you?"

I grinned at my eager husband, but inwardly, I was glowing with female pride and pleasure. A hot, sexy cocktail waitress that every guy in the place was trying to bed had just hit on my husband, and he had turned her down for me! My cunt was gushing again.

"Patience, Lover. Patience. I want a wild man on me tonight. Come on, Stud. Let's dance."

Once we were on the dance floor, I plastered my body against Harold's and brazenly began to grind my cunt up and down his rigid shaft. I was dry fucking him right in front of several dozen people and loving it. Leaning closer, I whispered in his ear, "Rub my ass, Honey. Pull my cunt against your big cock."

I was thrilled when I felt him throb even harder. It actually seemed to me like his cock had grown larger after he had my pussy jammed against his shaft. During the second song, I urged him to put his hands under my dress and lift it."

"You don't have on any panties?"

"I know. Lift my dress and let all the men see my naked ass, Lover." When I felt the cool air against my naked ass, I also felt my secretions seeping down my inner thighs.

When the third song began, I hissed, "Pull my dress higher... up to my hips. Show everybody my naked ass. I'm going to spread my feet far enough apart that a little of my slit will show." Harold went me one better. Instead of hiking my dress up to my hips, he pulled it all the way up to my waist. I was now dancing naked from the waist down. Before the third song ended, I had had an orgasm.

During the fourth song, Harold couldn't take it any longer. "Please, Mandy. I've got to stop and sit down. Otherwise, I'm going to cum in my pants again, and I would hate that."

"Ok. Let's go finish our drinks and head out. I need to put that big sex gun of yours inside my hot cunt." When I saw my husband's dick lurch and visibly throb at my words, I mentally kicked myself for refusing to use any sexy four-letter words for so many years. "Stupid Bitch," I thought to myself as I pulled my dress down and walked back to our table.

We hadn't been at the table for more than a few minutes before a young guy who looked to be in his mid-twenties asked me to dance. He also had a nice bulge, not as large as Harold's but more than big enough. Turning to Harold, I asked, "Is it Ok? Do you mind?"

I knew my husband was desperate to get me in bed, but he was gracious and nodded. "Go ahead. Have fun. I'll wait for you here."

As soon as we were on the dance floor, he pulled me against his body and thrust his erection against my mound. "I'm Jack, and you are..."

"Mandy."

"You're gorgeous and hot as fire, Mandy. Every guy in the place wants to get between your legs."

"Including you?"

"Especially me. I got hard as soon as I saw you come in. When your date pulled up your dress and I saw your fantastic ass, I almost came in my pants." As he was saying it, his hands were moving under my dress and hiking it back up over my ass.

"Don't," I whispered.

"Why not? You were loving it before."

"Different man. My "date", as you call him, is my husband."

"He should have said 'no' when I asked you to dance."

"He trusts me."

"That can be dangerous. Everyone is human, and he had to know that I was going to hit on you. But forget him for awhile. Just concentrate on how hard you've gotten my cock. I want to fuck you... badly. I have a very spacious van right outside. Mattress in the back... We can make it quick or we can take our time... your choice. God... you feel fantastically hot!" he groaned in my ear.

Jack's hands now had my dress up to my hips. His fingers were tracing the crack of my ass from top to bottom... teasing my anus each time they passed. I felt several drops of my cuntal secretions trickling down my inner thighs.

"God. You have to-die-for tits, Mandy. Unbelievable! How big?"

"38D," I moaned as his fingers found my cunt slit.

"I can't wait to get them out and suck your nipples hard... so hard you'll think they're about to burst. Is your clit hard and erect now?"

I was shaking. I was so turned on, I couldn't answer.

"Is your clit hard and erect?" Jack repeated. "I know it is. It's throbbing isn't it. Pulsing. If I just touched it and rubbed it firmly, you'd cum, wouldn't you?"

"Yesssssss," I moaned unable to stop my hips from grinding against his rigid erection. With that admission, I knew that Jack was going to fuck me. I wouldn't be able to stop him. Harold already had me so hot and so turned on, I should have had enough sense to know that my pussy wouldn't distinguish one hard, rampant cock from another. It just wanted a hard cock... deep inside ... fucking me... and now this stranger was going to be the one giving it to me when I wanted Harold. Then I heard his voice.

"I believe I'll take possession of my wife again," Harold said quietly. "Thank the gentleman for the dance, Mandy. We're leaving now."

Seeing himself about to lose his certain piece of ass, Jack naturally objected... strongly. "I'll bring her back to the table, Man, when we're finished with the dance. Why don't you just trot back to the table and wait until we're finished.?"

Harold took hold of my arm, pulled me back, and said softly, "We're leaving, Mandy. Say goodbye to your dance partner."

Jack grabbed Harold's left arm and turned him so that they were face-to-face. At the same time, he growled in a threatening, hostile voice, "You must not hear good, old man. I'll bring Mandy back when I'm ..."

That was as far as he got. Planting his right foot, Harold hit Jack flush in the face with a hard, straight jab that had all the force of his 180 lb, well-muscled body behind it. Blood exploded from Jack's broken nose. He staggered back under the force of the unexpected blow, and he never got a chance to recover. He was still trying to regain his balance and counterattack when my husband drove his left fist deep into his solar plexus. The breath whooshed out of Jack's lungs doubling him over. A second later his body shot upright again under the driving power of the right uppercut that sent his eyes rolling, unseeing, into the back of his head. He dropped to the floor unconscious.

Harold ignored the fallen, would-be Casanova, gently took my arm, grinned, and said, "As I was saying, we're leaving, Mandy."

"Whatever you say, Darling," I replied slipping my arm through his and snuggling close.

Just before we got to the door, two of Jack's buddies stepped in front of us. "That was a cheap shot, Man. You took him by surprise," one of them challenged.

Very softly, Harold responded, "Fifth United States Marine Corps boxing champion. You want some? This is my wife. Any questions?"

The two guys just sort of faded into the crowd. There was some applause from the spectators as Harold led me to the parking lot. I had an orgasm before we got to the car just from the sensuous feel of my husband's body against mine.

On the drive home, I pressed myself as close to Harold as I could get. When we were halfway home, I said, "You were never in the Marine Corps."

"No. And I was never a boxing champion either, but they didn't know that, and they didn't have the balls to press the issue. That first guy had me by at least 30 pounds and 10 years of youth, but stealth, guile, surprise, and courage will kick the ass of brawn, loud-mouth bragging, and stupidity every time. Now enough about him. I want to fuck my hot wife... the rest of the night."

"All night? Think you're up to that, Stud?"

"Fifth United States Marine Corps fucking champion. You want some?"

"As much as you can give me, Lover."

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"Suck my cock, Mandy."

"Oh yesss... Whatever you want, Lover. Any time you want it." Sliding my hands about Harold's hips, I pulled his rigid, thick, near eight-inch cock into my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked it. Feeling him jerk and throb inside my mouth was making my cunt quiver and tremble. Moving my hands to his ass, I pulled him even deeper into my hole using just my mouth to suck him.

Feeling Harold's cock pulsing inside my mouth made me shiver with need.

"Suck all of it, Mandy. Deep throat me."

Relaxing my throat, I pulled his cock even deeper until the big head was pushing against my throat. Harold held my head in place and slowly pushed his dick all the way down my throat. I was so hot, I didn't even gag. Nothing but muffled gasps came out of my mouth while my stud husband mouth fucked me.

"OOmmmm... Ooommmmm... oommmppffff"

I groaned even louder when his entire cock was buried down my throat and my lips were locked about the base of his shaft in his pubic hair. My nose was mashed hard into his belly as I took his entire length again and again.

I had never deep throated my husband or any man before... I wondered why in hell not.

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"Oh Fuck! Stick that big cock into my cunt, Stud. FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!"

"Keep it down, Mandy. The kids are in the house."

"Quit worrying about the kids and fuck my cunt, Stud."

"They'll hear us fucking."

"So what. Don't you think they know that you fuck me, Honey. Besides both of them are having sex regularly.... so bang me... hard and deep, Lover... AAAahhhhhhhhhhhhhh god yesss.... fuck me!

Harold pounded all eight inches of dick in and out of my hole like a fucking machine. I began to cum and couldn't stop. Every time his dick thudded into the bottom of my cunt, another spasm shot through my clitoris.

Harold pulled seven inches of dick out of my cunt and slammed all of it back into me in... again and again until I was howling in another intense orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Mandy. Your cunt feels like a vise around my dick, Honey. Tight... hot... wet... I love feeling your cunt throbbing on my cock. Squeeze it, you hot Slut. Squeeze my dick, Baby."

"UNG! UGH! UGH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH! DEEPER! FUCK ME DEEPER, LOVER!"

Harold grabbed my thighs and pushed them up and back. Rising up over me, he pinned my knees to the bed far outside my tits. The position spread me wide open and tilted my cunt upward making it a perfect target for his huge sex gun. He rammed it into me... hard... deep. His masculine grunts of pleasure let me know that I was about to get a thick douching with his cum load. "I'm cumming, Mandy... Gonna shoot it into you!"

"Oh Fuck Yes! SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!"

My cunt exploded as Harold's load pumped into me.

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When Maria came in from her date and walked toward her bedroom, she saw her brother Carl listening at the door to their parents bedroom. He had his cock out and was jacking off as he pressed his ear against the door.

Carl's entire body jerked in shock when he felt a hand close over the end of his hard dick and squeeze gentlely. Whriling around, he saw Maria grinning at him.

"Ssshhhh... be quiet," she whispered. "Dad's fucking Mom, isn't he?"

"Yeah. It sounds to me like he's really fucking the shit out of her."

"Let's go to my bedroom. It's right next to theirs. We can hear much better from there. Come on and bring that big cock with you."

"Can you hear them, Carl?", Maria groaned. She was sitting on the side of her bed as they both listened to their mother screaming in ecstasy as she begged their dad to fuck her harder... deeper.

"Hell yes, I can hear them. He was fucking her when I got home. That was over an hour ago. Shit! I had no idea that Dad was such a stud. I think that was the third time he's cum in her. How many times do you think Mom's cum? I can't tell. It seems to me like she's cumming all the time."

"She is. Women cum a lot more than men. When a woman's got a stud like Dad fucking her, her cunt just goes crazy. My guess is that Mom's cum at least 20 times already."

"Oh fuck. That's amazing. How do you think he's screwing her now?"

"Missionary position," Maria said.

"How do you know?"

"Sound of the bed springs. He's really ramming it to her. Has to be in missionary position to fuck her that hard."

'Is that your favorite position, Sis?"

"Second favorite. Doggy is my favorite."

"Mine too. It's hard to me to keep from shooting off too soon when I'm doing it doggy with a girl. Does your boyfriend have that problem, Maria?"

"Some do... some don't. Some guys like Dad have incredible control. Listen. Listen to Mom scream. He's going down on her now."

"But he just shot off in her?"

"So?"

"Yuk!"

"Better get over that, Carl. Women love guys who will eat them after they filled their pussies with their loads. Just listen to Mom screaming. See what I mean!"

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"OOHHHHHHH FUCK! EAT ME, YOU HOT BASTARD. SUCK YOUR LOAD OUT OF MY HOT CUNT, LOVER... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"OH GOD! LICK ME, LOVER.... LICK MY CLIT!! AAAAHHHHHH GOD! I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!"

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"Do you think Dad will be able to cum in Mom again, Maria? Jezzz! I think he's already shot off four times. How in hell can he do that?"

"UUMMMMM... aaaahhhhh!"

"Maria, did you hear me?"

"Shut up, Carl... I'm about to cum."

"How many times can you get yourself off on that vibrator anyway. You must have already cum five times."

"Six... Carl... six... aaaahhh... aaaahhhh... uunngghh... uunnggghhh... here comes number seven... UNNNGGGGGHHH... OOHHHH FUCKKK FUCK FUCK FUCK... I'm cumming, Carl... watch my pussy throb... aaaahhhhhh... cumminggg!!"

"Shit, I'm hard again watching you do that. Gonna have to jack off again."

"Mmmmmm... yesss.. jack off again, Carl. Would you like to shoot your load all over my face this time?"

"Oh hell yes!"

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"You like riding my dick, Mandy?"

"I love riding cock, Honey. UUnnnghhh... big hard fuck stick... aaahhhh god... love the way it stretches meeee!"

"Cock or my cock?"

"Cock, Honey... cock... cock ...cock."

"Really?"

"Yeah... Jack was going to fuck me tonight if you hadn't stopped him."

"Jack? Jack who?"

"The guy you beat up... his name's Jack. He was about to take me out to his SUV and fuck my brains out, Darling."

"I wanted to fuck you."

"I know, and I'm glad you stopped him. You're a lot better fuck than he would have been. Now shut up and pump me harder, Honey. I'm about to cum... Ram it into meeeeeee while I ride this big sex gun of yours."

"OH SHIT. WHAT A COCK! RAM THAT SEX SPIKE INTO ME, STUD! AAAAHHHHH SHIT... I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"

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"Did you hear her? Mom's cumming again. Jack it harder, Carl. I'll keep my mouth open when you shoot.... shoot while she's cumming... DO IT!"

"AHHHH FUCK! HERE IT COMES, MARIA. ALL OVER YOU! AAAHHHHHH ... UUNNGGHHH... CUMMING! TAKE IT, YOU HOT BITCH!"

"Oh shit! What a load! Drench me, Carl!"

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New York Trip:

At breakfast on Sunday morning, Harold and I were eating alone as the kids had slept late... not surprising since they had both been out Saturday night until around 2 AM.

"What time did Carl and Maria get in last night, Mandy? Do you know?" my husband asked.

"Carl got home around 1:30 AM and Maria about 30 minutes after that."

"How do you know that?"

"Carl made a lot of noise when he came home. He was half drunk and knocked over an end table in the den on his way to bed. I was still awake 30 minutes later when Maria got home."

"Half drunk, huh?" Harold said with a smile. "Too bad for him."

Not understanding what Harold meant by that remark, I asked, "What do you mean... 'Too bad for him'? Do you intend to punish our son for getting a little drunk on a Saturday night?"

"Of course not. I didn’t mean that at all."

"Ok. What did you mean? Is it a secret between males?"

"No. No secret. I was just making a comment that if he got drunk, he probably didn't get laid. If a woman gets drunk, she's more likely to get laid. If a guy gets drunk, he usually can't get an erection... so, he doesn't get laid."

I smiled at the accuracy of my husband's observation. As I sipped my coffee, I commented casually, "Maria was a little drunk when she came in last night."

Harold stopped reading the newspaper and stared at me. "Are you suggesting that she got laid last night?"

"I wasn't thinking of that when I told you she was a little drunk, but now that you bring up the subject, I'm pretty certain that Allen fucked her last night... so, yes, she probably got laid."

"Why do you think that? My god! Maria's only 16 and she's having sex?!"

"First, Harold, she'll be 17 next month. Most 17-year old girls are having sex now days. Secondly, Maria started taking birth control pills six months or so ago. Third, in case you haven't noticed, Maria is a very good looking, sexy girl. And fourth, with the sexy, short skirt and low-cut blouse she wore on her date last night, I would be very surprised if Allen could resist fucking her. She was obviously advertising. Now, how's your breakfast?"

"It's fine... very good, in fact. And you're right about Maria. Sorry to be so dense. By the way, don't you have your first business trip this coming week? Grant mentioned something about a meeting with a potentially big client in New York."

"That's right. We're leaving early Thursday morning and returning late Sunday. Are you Ok with that?"

"Sure. Why not. I have to take occasional business trips. It's one of the perks of your job, and Grant needs a competent assistant at these meetings. Millions of dollars in business often hang in the balance. But don't be nervous. Just do what you can to help Grant and the company."

"I'm not nervous, Honey... just excited. It's my first trip away from home without you since we've been married."

"I guess that's right. Well, enjoy it. Have a great time in New York."

"I hope to, Darling."

"Just out of curiosity, has Maria had sex with very many guys?"

"I'm not sure, but I would bet that she's had more cock than Carl has had pussy."

"How many do you think?

"Five to ten, probably." Harold was clearly surprised. I wondered if the thought of ten guys fucking our daughter had made him angry or if it had gotten him hard.

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On Wednesday morning, I was busy getting every thing prepared for our departure the next day when a messenger arrived with a large package for me.

"Are you Mrs. Mandy Ballanger?" he asked.

"Yes. How can I help you?"

"I'm just delivering a package to you Mrs. Ballanger. Would you please sign here."

As I signed the receipt, I asked, "Are there any charges due?"

"Nope. It's all paid for. Have a nice day," he said, his eyes never leaving my big tits.

After the messenger had left, I opened the box to find a wide assortment of clothes. On top, there was an envelope addressed to me. It was from Grant. My pussy was throbbing before I finished reading the message:

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Hi Sexy,

I can hardly wait for tomorrow and our first trip together out of town... and to New York, no less. Just fantastic! I've taken the liberty of buying you new clothes for the trip. I would really appreciate it if you would wear them during our trip. Each outfit is labeled as to when you should wear it. Your lingerie is in the box as well. All you need to bring are your heels (those were too hard for me to fit), your toilet articles, make up, and contraceptives. I'll pick you up at your house at 7:00 AM, Thursday morning. Please wear the hip-hugger jeans and tight top, as indicated.

Love, Grant.

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When Harold saw me in my hip-huggers with the low-cut tight top, he whistled. "Wow! You're gonna have every man on the plane hard in that outfit, Mandy."

I loved the fact that my husband thought I was hot and desirable.

"Is it too much?"

"Hell no. I just wish I was going with you. Grant's going to love you in that outfit."

"Do you think he'll hit on me?"

"Grant? No... No way. He's a very straight arrow. Absolutely doesn't believe in romantic affairs between employees of the company. You're as safe with Grant as you would be with your father. But even so, he's a guy, and I'm sure he will enjoy having you beside him during the trip wearing hot outfits like that. Have fun, Honey."

"Ok. I guess neither of us has to worry about Grant getting out of line then."

"No. Not at all."

As smiled at Harold. He thought I was smiling because I was relieved to hear that Grant would be a total gentleman. Actually, I was smiling at how naive men can be where their wives are concerned."

"What are you going to be doing this weekend while I'm in New York?"

"Not much. Working today and tomorrow. Playing golf on Saturday and watching some sports on TV. And waiting with a hard-on for you to come home on Sunday."

"Ok. Make sure that big cock of yours is hard and ready when I get home on Sunday because after four days with no sex, I'm going to be on fire, Lover."

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Grant arrived promptly at 7:00 AM for the trip to the airport. "God you look gorgeous in that hot outfit, Mandy. Thank you for wearing it."

"Thank you for buying it for me. I love wearing it for you."

"Did Harold say anything about the outfit. I forgot about the fact that he would see you in it this morning. I hope it didn't cause any problems."

"None. He really liked the outfit. If we had had the time, I'm sure he would have fucked me this morning. He did assure me that you would be a total gentleman on the trip."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Well, there you have it. Just relax and put yourself in my hands, Mandy."

"I suspect that's where I'll be most of the time we're gone."

As we walked through the airport, every guy we passed was checking out my bouncing tits. Even the women were staring.

"Every one of those men want to fuck you, Mandy," Grant whispered in my ear. "Does that turn you on?"

"You know it does, you sexy Bastard," I said elbowing him in the ribs... but not too hard.

"I can see your big tits heaving. Is your cunt getting wet?"

"Yesss," I hissed at him. As we went through the security checks, the uniformed guards had problems keeping their eyes off my tits and ass. I loved it.

Because of the mid-week time and early hour, the direct flight to New York was only about half filled. Business class, where we were seated, was less filled than that. Grant took the window seat so I was to his right in the aisle seat.

"Get two blankets from the overhead, Mandy."

"I'm fine, Grant. Are you cold?"

"No, not at all, but we need to cover up so you can jack me off while I finger fuck your hot cunt."

The plane took off on time. When it reached its cruising altitude, Grant and I were relaxed in our seats with blankets spread over our laps. After the stew had finished her check list and settled into her seat at the front of the section, I reached for Grant's crotch and wasn't the least surprised to find his rigid, eight-inch shaft sticking out of his pants.

"Mmmmmm... seems like you're ready, Darling," I whispered.

"Um-huh." His hand moved beneath my blanket to tightly zipped up and belted hip-huggers. "But you aren't. Undo your jeans, Mandy."

Opening the belt, I unzipped the pants all the way down. When I thought no one was watching, I raised my hips and pulled them down enough to allow Grant to get at my now very wet cunt.

"MMmmm... that's much better," he said as his fingers moved through my wet slit to my clit.

Over the next thirty minutes, I slowly jacked Grant's cock while he pleasured my clit and pussy with his fingers. Although we tried not to move, it was lucky that, except for a single man across the aisle from us, all the other seats around ours were empty. The guy near us seemed to be asleep so I turned my attention back to the hard cock I was jacking off and to the fingers working on my clit. In 10 minutes or so, I had my first climax of the weekend.

It took Grant longer to cum since I wasn't stroking his shaft as hard as I normally would have, and, of course, I couldn't suck him. Even so, after about a half hour, I felt his cock beginning to throb and jerk in my hand. He whispered that he was about to cum. "Jack me harder, Mandy. Make me shoot into the blanket, Honey."

Squeezing his dick harder, I let my hand slide up and down the full length of his throbbing shaft. I could feel his body tremble every time my hand was moving over the sensitive head. Suddenly, his hips rose up off the seat. At the same time, he pulled the blanket away exposing his throbbing eight-inch, blood-engorged cock. On the next stroke, it erupted so hard that I was sure the cum load would have hit the ceiling of the plane if Grant hadn't caught most of it with the blanket. He ejaculated five or six times before again covering his still pulsing dick with the soiled blanket. In spite of his best efforts, there were still some cum stains on his pants that he had to clean off in the rest room later on.

Grant's big load exploded out of his dick again and again drenching the blanket.

About one hour into the nearly four-hour flight, Grant leaned over and asked, "Have you noticed the guy across the aisle to your right?" When I nodded, he told me that he had been watching when I had jacked him off earlier. He also told me that he had been watching when I had my orgasm.

"Well, I hope he enjoyed the show."

"Oh he did. He's been squeezing his cock for the last hour staring at your tits."

That comment sent an excited shiver through my pussy. "He wants to fuck you," Grant continued.

"I'm sure. He's a guy with a hard cock. But in this plane, he's out of luck."

"Maybe... maybe not. The rear of the business section is empty. I'm going to pretend to take a nap. Let's set things up so you can go back there. Then we'll see what happens."

My pussy was now doing a lot more than just a single shiver of excitement. I could feel my clit throbbing. When I nodded at Grant, he turned on the call light for the stewardess.

"I'd like to stretch out and take a nap," he told her. Would it be all right if Mrs. Ballanger used one of the empty seats at the rear so I can use both of our seats?"

"Of course, Sir. No problem at all. Would you like another blanket?"

When I got out of my seat, the man in the next aisle was staring at me. Turning so that my tits were right in front of his eyes, I gave him a smile and licked my top lip. It only lasted a brief moment, and then I moved to the rear of the section.

I really had no idea what would happen. Even though I had given him a pretty clear invitation, the man he thought was my husband was just a few rows in front of us. I knew that was more than enough to freeze most men. Anyway, it was erotic to think about the possibilities.

At least 10 minutes passed with no sign of the man. "Too bad," I thought. It would have been really hot. I was lost in my sexy fantasy of things that might have been, when he sat down beside me.

His deep voice whispered, "You know this is crazy. Your husband is no more than 20 feet away, but you're just too hot and sexy to resist." Putting his arm around my shoulders, he pulled me closer and stared down my cleavage. "Damn. Just gorgeous! How big are they?"

The guy couldn't take his eyes off my tits.

"38D," I responded pulling my shoulders back to thrust them in his face.

"Take them out."

I was too hot... too turned on... to even think about refusing. All I had to do was pull the top aside and down a little and both of my tits popped out right in front of him.

With my tits out right there in the plane, my vagina became a raging inferno of heat.

He fondled them and, at the same time, raised the chair arm separating our seats. A moment later, he had pulled me against his body. "Feel my cock," he demanded. "See how big and hard you've gotten it."

I snuggled close and reached for his cock.

Moving my hand to his crotch, I stroked my fingers up and down his length. He was about the same length as Harold... seven to seven-and-a-half inches, but not as long as Grant. However, the girth was amazing. I couldn't get my hand around it.

"Ohhhh god," I moaned. "It feels just huge... and hard... so damn hard!"

"You like hard?"

"I love hard... every woman wants it hard... like a rock."

"It's more like steel right now. Do you want it?"

"Oh yesss... but we can't."

"I'm going to fuck you... forget the protests."

"Oh god... right here?"

"No. In the rest room. Go there... now. Take every thing off. I want you naked when I fuck you. You can leave the heels on. I'll give you a few minutes and then knock twice. You unlock the door for me."

"What if someone else wants to use the rest room?"

"Then they'll have to wait until I finish fucking you. Now go!"

"Can I cover my tits first?" I wouldn't have been the least surprised if he had refused to allow it. If he had, I would have gone with my tits out, but he nodded.

It took me less than a minute to pull off my top and work the jeans down my legs and off. My thong was wet when I pulled it out of my throbbing slit and down my legs. I folded all my clothes and placed them beside the sink. I was shivering with excitement as I waited for my stud to come fuck me.

I jumped when I heard the two soft knocks on the door. Slipping back the bolt, he quickly entered. I moved back against the stool to give him more room. His eyes devoured my naked body at the same time as his hands cupped my tits and explored between my thighs. I spread wider and gasped when his fingers moved to my erect clitoris. He rubbed it... back and forth... trapping it between two fingers.

"AAaaahhhhhhhh... uuummmmmm... ooohhhh yesss.. like that, Honey. Make me cum, then fuck me."

His mouth sucked hard on one of my nipples as his fingers masturbated me masterfully using just the right amount of pressure. In seconds, he had me hunching frantically against his hand. My mouth stretched wide open in a silent scream as my tongue flicked rapidly over my top lip.

"Cum, you hot slut. Now!" he growled in my ear. My vagina went into hard spasms. My clitoris throbbed. Juices poured out of my erupting hole. "Shit. You are one hot piece of ass, Baby. Time to dick this hot cunt of yours."

The guy quickly stripped. I couldn't suppress a hot moan when his incredibly thick, seven-inch shaft surged upward when he pulled his briefs down. "Like it?" he asked.

"Oh yes! It's so fucking thick!" I tried to wrap my hand around it, but my fingers wouldn't touch.

Handing me a condom, he ordered, "Put this on me."

"Don't you want to fuck me bareback?"

"It's better this way. Neither of us has to worry."

Once I had his monster sex gun sheathed, I asked, "How do we do this? There's no room."

"I'll sit on the stool. You bend over away from me and back up onto my cock. When it's in you, you fuck your hot pussy until you've cum at least once. Then, I'll set you on the sink counter, shove your legs up to the ceiling, and fuck you so hard you won't be able to stop cumming."

A minute later, I was pumping my ass back and forth with his huge dick splitting my pussy wide open. The position was erotic and allowed me to work the bloated head over my G-spot on every thrust of my hips. I also had my hand between my thighs rubbing my clit as I fucked myself on his iron-hard shaft.

"OOhhhhh shit," I whispered. "Sooo fucking hard... sooo fucking good!"

I rammed my cunt back on him even harder... faster ... as my fingers strummed my turgid clit. My juices spurted between his cock and my tightly stretched pussy lips. My entire body shuddered.

"Of fuck. I love the way you cum, Baby. Pump your cunt on me, Slut. Make it cum again!" he ordered.

I was now slamming my ass back and forth on his sex spike as hard as I could. It only took a few minutes before I was cumming again. He pulled my hips back and slammed his meat to the bottom of my cunt. Holding it there, he ground his organ inside me and rubbed my erupting clitoris as he used my hot hole.

After my second orgasm, he pulled his engorged and throbbing shaft out of my cunt. "I think you're properly primed for a real fucking now."

He spread out the blanket he had brought with him on the sink's surface and lifted me like I weighed nothing. Once he had my ass mounted on the sink, I felt his arms under my legs. I gasped with female pleasure and anticipation when he jacked my legs high, held them there, and spread me wide open to make my cunt a perfect target for his sex gun.

"Please take off the condom, Lover. I want to feel your cock inside my cunt... not that condom."

"Are you on the pill?"

"Yes," I moaned as I humped frantically trying to entice the huge shaft to penetrate me. I hissed uncontrollably when I felt the thick weapon stretching my pussy open and sinking into me.

"Oh god...fuck yes! Stick it in meeeeeeee... uuunnghhh.. soo fucking big... Oh gawd damn... gawd damn... fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!!"

Ten minutes later, he grunted in my ear, "Cumming in you, Bitch. Take it, you hot slut!" His organ jerked again and again as one thick cum jet after another shot into my waiting pussy. I came again as the load was filling me and running down the crease of my ass.

The stud's cock didn't even begin to get soft. He just slowed down momentarily. After that, the loud squishing sounds of his shaft pumping my cum-filled sex cylinder filled the lavatory. Even though I tried to remain quiet, it was impossible with that thick shaft ramming me. My soft moans and his deep masculine grunts mixed the hot squishing sounds until he had shot in his second load and I had cum twice more.

It was a full half hour before I exited the rest room and returned to my seat beside Grant.

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With the two hours lost because of the time zone changes, it was 3 PM when we arrived in New York. It took another hour and a half to get our baggage and reach the Hilton in Manhattan.

As soon as the door closed behind the bellhop, Grant was all over me. He didn't ask me to take out my tits... he just jerked my top aside letting them surge out into the air. My hips automatically began humping against my lover as I stood in the middle of the Hilton hotel room in Manhattan. His hands were cupping both tits as his lips switched from one engorged nipple to the next.

When he yanked off my top, I couldn't suppress my excited moan. I moaned even louder when he knelt and pulled my hip-huggers over my ass and down my legs. After removing my heels, he pulled off the jeans and tossed them aside. I was now naked except for my thong. I waited for Grant to pull it down. Instead, he hooked his hands in the sides and ripped if off of me. Now, totally naked, I shuddered in anticipation waiting for my wildly excited lover to take me.

He was too hot to spend the time taking me to the bed. He just pushed me onto my back on the couch as he ripped off his own clothes. As I watched Grant stripping, I hiked both legs high in the air and spread wide open. One foot was against the back of the couch, the second was dancing in the air far to the side as I thrust my ass upward to present my hot cunt to my lover.

When Grant's huge eight-inch shaft sprang out of his briefs, I moaned, "Hurry, Honey. Stick that monster dick into meeeeee!!"

To my delight, he ignored me and moved his head between my gaping thighs to my pussy. "God... that guy fucked you!" he gasped.

"Oh yeah... twice. I'm full of his loads, Honey. Just fuck me."

"Like hell. I'm not passing up this luscious creampie."

When his tongue moved into my slit and traced its entire length from my asshole up across the stretched opening and from there up to my cum-coated clitoris, I howled with pleasure. His lips closed over my clit and sucked hard bringing repeated, high-pitched screeches of female passion from my lungs. My hips were now hammering up and down on the couch as Grant sucked harder and drove two fingers into my cunt. I could hear the sexy squishing sounds as he finger fucked me.

Grant lapped my cum-filled cunt like a starving man. I came very quickly. Then I came again and again, screaming and howling continuously.

Then, his fingers located my G-spot at the same time as his tongue began licking up and down the shaft of my engorged clitoris. I came instantly! The hard contractions of my vagina forced wads of thick, white semen from my hole. Grant licked up ever drop. Before he had me cleaned, I had had three intense orgasms on his tongue and fingers.

He still didn't want to take the time to carry me to the bed. Sitting on the couch, he gave me a one-word command in a voice filled with hot masculine authority, "MOUNT!" I couldn't get on his big cock fast enough. Within moments, the hotel room was again filled with the sounds of a female being soundly and thoroughly fucked by a huge male shaft. Grant had my ass bouncing wildly on his cock. He grunted like a bull each time his dick rammed to the bottom of my cunt. My grunts, as it pounded my womb, seemed to excite him still further. By the time my vagina exploded in another orgasm, he was ramming me like a wild stallion.

I was cumming almost every time the thick shaft thudded into the bottom of my cunt hole.

"I'm cumming in you, Mandy," Grant gasped as his dick jerked hard inside my hole. His buttocks clenched forcing his thick load into my cunt.

Without breaking the connection of our organs, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. It faced a large mirror on the dresser. "Turn around, Mandy," he ordered. "Face the mirror and watch my cock disappearing inside your cunt as you fuck on it."

After rotating my pussy on his cock and leaning back, the mirror reflected a perfect image of Grant's thick shaft sinking in and out of my widely stretched vagina. It was totally mind blowing to watch him fucking me.

"Fuck your hot ass on my cock, Mandy. Aaahhh shit... your pussy feels so damn good sliding up and down my dick."

"Does your wife ever fuck you like this, Honey?" I asked as my hips became a blur of motion. The thick cock appeared and then disappeared inside me every time I fucked myself on his sex spike.

The sight of Grant's huge dick sinking in and out my cunt had me cumming at the same time as his second load shot into my throbbing hole.

"Hell no. She's Mrs. Conservative. Prime and proper. Christ! I just wish she was half as good as you. OOOHHhhhhh...god! I'm gonna cum in you again. Fuck faster, Mandy. AAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh... I'm cumming.... shooting in your cunt!!"

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The front door opened to the turn of my new key, and I slipped inside. As I expected, Susan was waiting for me in the den. She was wearing a sexy white dress that exposed a wide expanse of her large tits. Although the dress was long, she had it hiked far up her thighs with her bare legs on display.

Susan looked hot and slutty with her tits nearly exposed and her dress far up her thighs.

"Oh god, Susan. You look hot... really HOT!"

She grinned with obvious pleasure. "Just because most of my tits and legs are exposed, you think I look hot, Honey? Judging form that big bulge in your pants, I guess you do. Are you hard, Harold? I mean really HARD?"

"Like stone, Susan. Like stone. But I'm sure that I'm not going to be the only guy who's gets hard tonight looking at you. Are you ready?"

"I'm so ready, I'm about to cum. When you look at me like that, it just makes my pussy quiver."

"And what's going to happen when a half dozen other men get hard looking at you tonight?"

"Ohhh fuck," she moaned squeezing her breasts. "I'll probably cum. Would you like that, or would it make you angry?"

"I would love it... obviously."

"You're a randy satyr."

"I know, but you like me that way."

"I do... I shouldn't, but I do. Ever since you seduced me three months ago, I just can't seem to get enough."

"Seduced you? I don't think I did a very good job of seducing you and getting you hot. As I recall, you never stopped saying 'No' and 'Stop'."

"I know, but you were smart enough to know that I didn't really want you to stop. How did you know?"

"It was pretty obvious, Susan. For example, when I got my hand on your panties and began rubbing your clit, you screamed 'NO..No...No... Don't do that... Stop this instant! and a bunch of other stuff like that, but at the same time, you spread your legs a little wider and arched your ass."

"MMMmmmm... I'm glad you noticed, Darling. Come on. Take me out and feed my stomach and then after that, feed my hot pussy, Lover."

When we left her house, Susan pressed her tits into my arm and snuggled against me. I held the door open for her and as she climbed into the passenger seat, she made certain that her dress slid far up her thighs. She made no effort to pull it down.

"Where are you taking me tonight, Harold? she asked as she again pressed her tits into my right arm.

"First a light dinner at Gardino's and then I think we'll go to Jack's Place. Have you ever been there?"

"No, but I think I'll be going tonight. Tell me about it."

"It's an after-hours, pick-up spot for horny men and women looking to get laid. So, you can expect men to hit on you, and you need to be aware of the house rules at Jack's."

"What are they?"

"Two rules... First, No means No. Any guy who doesn't honor that rule is very quickly escorted outside by two very large bouncers."

"And the second rule?"

"Women aren't allowed to fix or replace their clothing. If you let a guy open two buttons of your blouse on the dance floor, the two buttons stay open as long as you're inside Jack's. If you rebutton them, the bouncers will tell you to either leave or open them again. If you allow your panties to be removed... they stay off. Does that idea excite you, Susan, or would you rather go to a different place?"

"Oh god, I want you to take me Jack's. Let's forget dinner and go right now."

"I'm hungry," I protested.

"You can eat my pussy later, Darling. Come on. Don't be a stick-in-the-mud. Take your hot date to Jack's."

As usual, the decor at Jack's Place was sensuous velvet and red. We hadn't been at our table more than five minutes before two men, one right after the other, came over and asked Susan if she would like to dance. I smiled encouragement, but she turned them both down. Obeying the first rule, they both thanked her and said if she changed her mind, just send a signal of some kind.

"Signal? What signal?" she asked.

"Any kind. Wink at them or smile warmly. Or better let, flash your panties at them. Any of those and others will do," I replied.

After our drinks arrived, I took Susan out on the dance floor and dirty danced with her. By the time she second song ended, I was grinding my hard cock against her as my hands cupped her ass and kept her mound pressed firmly against my shaft. When the third song started, she was panting, her breasts heaving with excitement.

"I want to kiss your nipples, Susan. Right here on the dance floor. Can I?"

"You know you can, Lover. You can kiss and play with my tits any time you like."

Stepping back a little, I pulled the bodice of Susan's dress open and lifted her tits free. Several men were watching and getting an eyeful of her big jugs. They moved closer when I began kissing and tugging on her nipples. Halfway through the song, I had my face buried between her tits as she held me tightly against her boobs.

With her big tits out and my hands and mouth all over them, Susan had the attention of at least a dozen men.

When the song ended, I moved away so that my body no longer concealed her tits. Instinctively, she started to replace her tits inside her dress until I pulled her hands away. "You're forgetting Rule #2, Susan," I reminded her with a grin.

"You sexy Bastard. That's why you got my tits out."

"So? You know you love it. Now come on. Let's go to the bar and get something to drink."

"The bar? Oh god! And I can't cover my tits, can I?"

"Not unless you want to leave. Do you?"

She closed her eyes as her tongue licked her top lip. Finally, she hissed, "No... I don't want to leave. Take me to bar area, you sexy stud."

Once we were at the bar, men crowded around to get a good look at Susan's big tits. The bartender even told her she had the hottest rack he had seen in the place in weeks. "Lift your arms, Honey. Pull your shoulders back and really show them off," he ordered.

Susan's body shuddered in heat when she exhibited her big tits to more than a dozen men.

I could feel Susan's body shivering as she lifted her arms and thrust her tits forward. Her face reflected not only sexual excitement but also intense female pride and satisfaction. As the group of men pushing forward trying to get a look at "hottest rack in weeks" grew in size, so did Susan's feminine ego.

The guy to her left cupped one of her large mounds. When she didn't object, he covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked it. Another man reached around her body from behind and hefted her other naked tit. With his fingers pulling and twisting her hard nipples, Susan had no chance to suppress her hot moan of pleasure.

At this point, a young guy in his early twenties slipped his hand beneath her dress and moved it up to mid-thigh. He paused giving her a chance to object. Susan was beyond objections at this point. Her eyes were closed, her shoulders back, and she was gasping with each new sensation that rippled through her body. The only responses she gave when she felt the hand on her bare thigh was to open her eyes, stare at the young man, and then move her feet further apart. He wasted no time in moving his hand up to her wet panties and onto her ass.

"Boost her up onto the bar," a sexy redhead who was watching the action suggested. The wisdom of her suggestion was obvious. The two guys working on Susan's tits each took one leg and together they got her up over the bar. Just before her ass dropped to the bar's surface, the young guy who had his hands up Susan's dress hiked it up around her hips. Once they had her seated on the bar, the two men returned to her tits and the third guy began rubbing her cunt through her white panties.

Susan's ass was now humping steadily creating a steady drumbeat of panty-covered ass flesh on wood. I leaned over and kissed her.

"Ohh god, Harold," she moaned. "I'm so hot. My pussy feels like it's on fire, and my nipples are so swollen and hard they hurt."

"You can stop it by just saying you don't want to go any further. Just tell them to stop, and the management of Jack's will see that they do. If you don't, you're going to be fucked."

"Can I do it? Do you mind? If you let me, I promise I'll be the hottest slut you've ever had in bed when you get me home and for the rest of the weekend. Please?"

"MMMmmm... no way I'm passing that up, Susan."

"Stay with me... watch me and see that I don't get hurt."

"Don't worry. Just enjoy it."

"OOoohhhhh god... he's finger fucking meeeeee," she hissed in my ear.

With her panties pulled aside, the fingers were now rubbing directly on her engorged clitoris.

Moving back, I looked between Susan's legs and saw that the guy now had her panties pulled aside so that her shaved cunt was fully exposed.

"Get the hot slut's panties off," the redhead yelled.

"Yeah, take off her fucking panties," a male voice from the crowd echoed. The young guy who had been finger fucking her quickly stripped off Susan's panties. She opened her legs to put her gaping, wet slit on display.

I knew that every man around the bar was now hard staring at Susan't naked cunt, and all of them wanted to fuck her.

Male hands pushed her shoulders onto the bar's surface, the redhead and another man pulled her legs apart, and the young stud mashed his face against her cunt and began giving her head. Susan shrieked with the intense pleasure. He kept his tongue working and in just a couple of minutes, her ass was hammering against the bar. She squeezed her tits convulsively, thrust her legs even further apart, and erupted in an intense orgasm. Juices spurted all over the guy's face.

Susan shrieked as her cunt erupted on the guy's tongue.

Even before Susan's orgasm had ebbed somewhat, a guy mounted the bar and jammed his bare cock against her face. Turning her head to the side, she wrapped her hand around the big shaft, ran her tongue up the entire length and over the throbbing head bringing hot groans from the guy. The redhead yelled, "Suck him, Bitch. Take that big cock in your mouth and suck him!" She followed instructions perfectly.

The cock looked to be almost eight inches and thick, but Susan couldn't get enough of it.

Susan had about half of the cock in her mouth when she grunted from the force of a second cock being rammed into her cunt. From behind, I could see that she was so wet and open that the guy had no problems burying his entire length in her cunt. Both cocks began to fuck her, fore and aft, as the redhead screamed and Susan grunted.

I didn't think Susan's cunt could take the big dick, but it swallowed all of him easily.

When the cum load was being shot into Susan's mouth, the redhead's yells suddenly turned to grunts. Turning, I saw that two men had her bent over. One was holding her head down while the second guy slammed his cock in and out of her cunt. She was struggling, but not too much. In less than a minute, her struggles stopped, and her ass began thrusting back against her fucker even harder than he was ramming her.

I watched the redhead being screwed for several minutes before turning back to Susan. She was no longer on the bar. "Where did they take her?" I asked the bartender.

"Back room. Down that hallway to your right. All the way the end. There's be a line. You'll have to wait your turn."

There was a line of about 7 men waiting their turn at the hot blonde. When I slipped into the room, I saw that Susan was now riding a big cock reverse cowgirl. Every time her hips rose, at least seven inches of thick, wet cock slipped out of her clasping vagina. She would rotate her ass, squeezing the cock head with her pussy, and then slam her pussy back down the shaft until only the guys balls were visible.

Susan's vagina swallowed the guy's entire shaft everytime her ass rammed down.

As soon as the guy Susan was riding shot off, two other men pulled Susan off his still throbbing, wet dick and put her on her back. They pulled her legs apart to allow a third man to thrust his hips into her sex saddle and nail his dick into her stretched pussy.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH... Yessss... Fuck me, Baby. FUCK ME HARD!" she hissed as her hips thrust upward to take his cock.

"Screw me, Stud! Harder!"

Susan stayed on her back for the next half hour while three men mounted her in quick succession... each one fucking her so hard her tits were bouncing wildly as her ass repeatedly thrust upward to take their cocks. After the third man had cum, and a fourth was moving between her thighs, she gasped, "Doggy... do me doggy, Honey. I love getting it that way."

The guy was pleased to accommodate her. He even helped her off the table kissing her in the process. The kiss was short, however, as both of them wanted to fuck. Susan bent at the waist and lay across the table with her ass arched. Holding her hips, they both groaned as his cock entered her cunt. Once he was in her, his hips went into overdrive. Susan howled every time the guy's cock pounded against her cervix.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! OOHHHH GOD, HAROLD. HE'S FUCKING MEEEEEEEEE.... HARD! SO DAMN HARD!"

I wasn't surprised when the guy didn't last very long. He was screwing Susan so hard and so fast, and she had him so hot, it was impossible for him to last more than a few minutes before shooting in his load. He was so fast that Susan had not managed to climax with him, but since another guy mounted her the instant the other man pulled his dick out, she had no problems getting off twice before that man ejaculated.

Susan climaxed twice before the guy couldn't hold it any longer.

It took about an hour and a half for her to drain all the men in line. More guys tried to join, but I had told the manager that I wanted the line closed as it was her first gang bang, and I didn't want her hurt. One of the bouncers was posted at the end of the hallway, and there was no further problem.

When the last guy had shot his load , I helped Susan to her feet and then pulled her white dress over her head. Of course, her panties were long gone, but I had managed to find her heels.

When we were in the car on the way home, she took off her dress and snuggled close to me totally naked. "How do you feel about fucking a slutty whore," she whispered in my ear.

"Feel my cock."

"Oohhhhh god! It feels like a steel bar. Hurry, Harold. I want this!"

During the drive, Susan sucked my cock like a starving woman. Her fingers were frantically rubbing her clit as she sucked. Looking up from my lap, she gasped for breath and said, "None of those guys fucked my ass. I'm still an ass virgin."

"That's because you've always refused to let me fix that problem, Susan," I replied with a smile.

"Fix it tonight. Please. I don't think a hot slut should be an ass virgin, Darling."

"Well, it's going to be a tight, tough job, but I guess someone has to do it."

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I woke up Friday morning around 8:30 AM with Grant between my legs pounding his hard, eight inches of meat in and out of my cunt.

"Good morning, sleepy head."

"MMmmmm... ooohhh god," I moaned as my legs rose and locked around his driving buttocks.

Grant's big cock was hammering my ass deep into the mattress on every stroke, and on every stroke, it was scraping over my G-spot putting huge pressure on my pulsing clit.

"Unngghh... harder, Lover... oohhhh fuck me harder, Baby. I'm about to cum... ram it innnnnnnnn!"

Grant's hot masculine grunts filled the room as he held my ass and power fucked me into a screaming orgasm. "OOOohhhh I’m cummingg... You're making me cum, you hot Stud. Ram meeeeeeeeeee!"

"Ready for your first cum load of the day, Mandy?"

"oohhh... shit yessss.... shoot it.... fill meeeee... aaaahhhh... cumming again... CUM IN MEEEEEEEEE, GRANT... SHOOT IT IN!" I screamed at the same moment as his load gushed into the bottom of my hole in one thick stream after another.

Later, we showered together. I soaped his hard body and washed him paying particular attention to his soft penis, which was hard before I finished. Then it was his turn. He washed me paying as much attention to my tits, ass, and pussy as I had paid to his cock. When he finished, he had me leaning against the wall of the shower humping my ass against his probing hand.

"Don't stop... Please... I'm about to cum... Please, Grant. Finish me, you hot Bastard!"

"Later, Mandy. I want you on edge... about to cum... all day long. I'm going to get dressed. Don't forget to take a couple of enemas to clean your bowels and then squirt in some KY jelly. You'll be needing the lubrication today."

"If you're going to leave me hanging on edge like this, I may not let you near my ass or my pussy for the rest of the day. You sure you want to leave me like this?"

For an answer, Grant bent me over at the waist and growled, "Grab your ankles and don't let go, you hot slut. Big dick's going in!"

Bent almost double, I thrust my ass toward him. He entered me with one hard thrust that buried his entire length inside my cunt. A moment later, I was squealing with pleasure as his thick cock fucked my throbbing pussy. I exploded in an intense orgasm in about a minute.

Grant's huge cock had me cumming almost as soon as he entered my cunt.

During breakfast, I asked, "When do we meet this important client, Honey?"

"His name's Brad Saxton. There's a business meeting this afternoon in Conference Room 8A here at the hotel. Unless something goes very wrong, he'll be signing a multi-year contract with us to supply all of the electronic and computer equipment for his branch offices as well as for his central headquarters here in New York. It's something between a $10 to $15 million deal. After that, we'll be going to dinner and then out to a private club that caters to the very rich. Saxton's a charter member."

"Sounds very important. Can I help in any way, or do you want me to just wait in the hotel room, go shopping, or what?"

"Hell yes, you can help. I want you at the business meeting, at dinner, and then at the club later in the evening. Saxton's huge sexual appetite is not a very well kept secret. He loves beautiful mature women... particularly beautiful, mature, married women."

"MMmmmm.. rich, powerful, sensuous, virile, and with a huge male libido. What does he look like?"

"He's in his mid-forties. Dark complexion. Women usually think his animal magnetism is irresistible."

"So should I spend the night with him, tease him, be a total slut, or what?"

"I'll leave that up to you. You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or that you really don't want to do. The current deal doesn't depend on what you do or don't do. Future business with Saxton might, but not the current deal. Ok?"

"Yeah. Tell me, what's this private club like?"

"It's essentially a sex club. Saxton may hit on you... he may ask if you would like to have sex with several men... essentially a gang bang. Or we may just have an erotic evening watching others getting it on. That's about all I can tell you. Would you rather not go?"

"You want to know if I want to go to a sex club with my hot lover and a rich, virile, handsome, stud? Well, I'll endure it for the good of the company, Grant, but you owe me... big time."

"Ok. That's fair enough. What do you want?"

"A lot of access to your big hard cock after we return home without my husband finding out that you're fucking me."

Grant's big grin covered his face. "I'll do my very best to provide that, Mandy."

The business meeting convened promptly at 3:00 PM. I took a seat on a large, plush brown couch along the wall of the conference room while the two men sat at the end of the table so they could easily examine papers the other one had. Before Saxton even took his seat, he was checking out my legs. Since my short, black dress exposed my legs to mid-thigh he was enjoying the view. As he watched, I crossed my legs causing the dress to slide even higher on my thighs and giving him an even more erotic view.

I could tell that Saxton appreciated the view I was providing.

The business meeting started out being just as boring as I had thought it might be. The two men had already agreed on the terms of the contract, but neither one could resist some last minute efforts to skew the terms of the contract slightly more in their favor. After 30 minutes or so, it became painfully obvious that both men knew that the other would not budge, but they continued to negotiate, more to save face than in any real hope of changing the terms of the agreement.

Finally, I decided I needed to do something to break the stalemate. It was really rather simple. All I had to do was move my ass closer to the edge of the couch so that my dress moved higher on my thighs. In the process of readjusting my position, I pulled the bodice of the dress wider to expose a substantial amount of cleavage. Waiting a few minutes, I looked up at Saxton and ran my tongue over my lips and smiled. Very quickly, he lost interest in further contract discussions.

With my thighs exposed almost up to my panties and more of my tits on display, Saxton lost interest in discussing contracts he already knew were cast in bronze.

"Grant, I'm perfectly satisfied with the contracts as they stand." He pulled the thick document in front of him and affixed his signature to a half dozen pages. "Why don't you take one final look at every thing while I spend some time with your very attractive Executive Assistant."

"Good idea, Brad. If you don't mind, I'm going to read every thing one more time. I'm sure Mandy can keep you entertained while I give the documents one final reading."

"I don't mind at all. Take your time. Read every thing carefully, Grant." He got up and moved over to the couch with me. The man was every bit as handsome and as sexually attractive as Grant had suggested. He just seemed to exude sexual pheromones that excited women. At least, he had my vagina seeping and my clitoris erect.

"You are an exceptionally beautiful woman, Mandy," he said as he sat close to me staring unabashed at my cleavage and thighs. May I ask the size of your beautiful breasts?"

"38D," I replied looking directly into his eyes.

"Such huge, to-die-for-breasts on such a small woman is very unusual. I'm sure you are aware that your breasts and those gorgeous legs have had me erect for the last hour."

"I'm married, you know," I said as I again licked my lips.

"I see your rings. That's another reason why you have me so excited. There's nothing more erotic than making love to another man's wife."

"Do you intend to make love to me?"

"Oh yes. I promise that it will be as enjoyable for you as it will be for me. A woman as beautiful and as exotic as you can't be surprised that I intend to make love to her."

"The only thing that surprises me, Mr. Saxton, is that you want to make love to me. I assumed it would be much erotic and exciting for both of us if you fucked me."

Saxton laughed. "Touché. You make an excellent point."

"Well, if you intend to make love to me or fuck me or both, I think I should find out what's going to sinking into me tonight and tomorrow." I moved closer and reached for Saxton's crotch. We both moaned when my hand closed about his substantial erection.

"Oh god. You are hard! Really hard! And big! I want to see it. Now!" Quickly, I unzipped his pants, pulled them open, and extracted his big, hard dick. It stood straight up... rigid... throbbing. I judged it to be about the same size as Harold's so it was a little smaller than Grant's, which was something I had no intention of telling him.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped. "That's a gorgeous cock!"

I jacked him a little causing him to moan and arch his butt off the couch. "Mr. Welding, why didn't you tell me that Mr. Saxton has such a big, gorgeous, thick cock?" Saxton beamed with male pride and pleasure.

"I didn't know, Mandy. How could I? Very few men have organs that size."

"Well, he does! Can I suck it, Mr. Saxton? Please. Just a little."

"Only if you let me remove your dress and take out your big tits so I can enjoy the view while you suck me."

"OH YES!" I squealed. "Take off my dress and get my tits out, Mr. Saxton. Please. Hurry."

"You can call me Brad, Mandy," he said as he unzipped my dress and pulled it from my body. He didn't bother to unhook my bra, but just pulled it below my tits letting them surge out into the open. His hands and lips immediately captured both of my jiggling globes.

"Thank you, Brad, but it really turns me on to be fucked by such a powerful, rich man. I get much hotter thinking that it's Mr. Saxton fucking me." The man's cock jerked like crazy in my hand when I said that to him.

"Do you like my big tits, Mr. Saxton?"

"Oh hell yes! You're nipples are so fucking hard!"

"That's because you're sucking them so good, Mr. Saxton. Look how he sucks my tits, Mr. Welding.... AAAaahhhhhh... that makes my pussy throb when you suck me like that." I could see that Grant had pushed the contracts aside and from the motion of his arm, he was obviously jacking off under the table as he watched the erotic tableau.

Saxton suddenly released my tits and said, "Suck me now, Mandy."

I knew he expected me to lean over his legs and take his cock in my mouth the way almost every woman in the world sucks cock. I wanted to suck him in a way he had never experienced. Standing up in front of him, I bent over at the waist so that my naked tits were dangling just a few inches above his thighs in easy reach of his hands. Seeing the way I intended to suck him, Saxton began to groan even before my lips touched his organ.

"OOohhh god... shit. My god, Grant. Does she suck you like this? Fucking unbelievable!"

Saxton was grunting in hot pleasure as my nipples swung against his thighs every time his cock sank deep into my mouth hole.

Lowering my head, I sucked in the first four inches of cock. Saxton groaned and rammed his hips upward. I let two more inches of meat slip into my throat. At this point, my nipples were pressed against his thigh. When I began moving my head in fuck motions, my nipples scraped his thigh and then moved away... again and again.

Finally, I took all seven inches of dick so that my lips were now locked around the base of his cock. He held my head in place and mouth fucked me like a wild man. I kept my mouth wide open and let him fuck me. Soon, saliva coated his shaft, his balls, and his thighs.

"God, Mandy. You're the best cocksucker I've ever been with and I've had $3,000-a- night call girls who aren't close to as good as you. But this first time, I want to fuck you." He pulled my head off his cock that now glistened with my saliva. It was jerking wildly in the air.

"All right, Mr. Saxton. I understand that you want to check out my cunt. But I hope you'll let me suck you all the way sometime tonight or tomorrow."

"You can count on it, Mandy." Getting me on the couch, he pushed me onto my back. Thinking he was going to mount me, I raised my legs into female fucking position and pulled my knees back against my tits making a perfect target of my cunt hole.

But Saxton surprised me. Instead of mounting me, he reached beneath my ass and pulled off my panties and then pressed his face against my quivering cunt.

"OOHHHHH GOD YES! SUCK MEEEEEEEEE! UN-HUH! ! UN-HUH! ! UN-HUH! ! UN-HUH! !... AAHHH GOD... AAHHHH GOD... ON MY CLIT... OH MY GOD. LOOK HOW MR. SAXTON'S SUCKING ME, GRANT. HE'S GONNA MAKE ME CUM!"

The man gave great head. He knew exactly how much pressure to put on a woman's clit... where to stroke it... how to finger my pussy so that he continuously pressed and rubbed my G-spot. When the spastic contractions began rippling through my vagina and clitoris, he knew when to suck my clitoris into his mouth and just how hard to suck it.

I literally exploded on his tongue!! My juices spurted out in hard spastic contractions that drenched his face and the couch. I began to scream so loud, Saxton had to cover my mouth with his hand.

He got me off three times before he finally removed his mouth from my still erupting vagina. Lying back on the couch, he ordered me to ride him reverse cowgirl so Grant could see his cock slugging in and out of my hole. He held my ass over his shaft while I adjusted the head at my opening and slotted him into my vagina. His hips snapped upward burying six inches of cock into my cunt. I groaned with hot female pleasure as he stretched me open. The second thrust sent all seven inches into me.

Saxton rammed his cock deep into my cunt as Grant watched it sinking out of sight inside my body.

Grant's arm moved faster and faster as he watched Saxton fuck me. I knew he was close. "Ooohhhh Mr. Saxton's fucking me, Grant... UNNGGHHH... big cock .... ahhhhh... look at his huge cock fucking me, Grant... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'M CUMMING!!!" So was Grant. I couldn't see him ejaculate under the table, but I was certain that his load must have been huge.

"Turn around, Mandy. Face me and fuck your hot cunt on my cock while I suck your big tits." Saxton captured both tits in his hands as soon as I had rotated on his cock. His lips sucked my nipple so hard, it sent shivers of pain through my tit but at the same time, shivers of hot pleasure through my cunt. He rammed his entire length into me, and again I urged Grant to watch Saxton fucking me.

"Can you see his cock, Mr. Welding? Can you see how deep he has it in my cunt. OOOohhhhh god. Mr. Saxton's fucking me sooo hard... so deep!! I'm cumming... Oh my god... I'm cumming again."

I was still throbbing in my climax when Saxton grunted, "I need to cum, Mandy."

"Oh yes. Shoot it in me, Mr. Saxton. You don't need any protection. Just pump me full of your hot load. CUM INSIDE MY CUNT, PLEASE!"

"I want to be on you missionary, Mandy. I can ram you much harder in that position. Get on your back and raise your legs. Spread wide open."

Scrambling onto my back, I hiked one leg up onto the back of the couch and splayed the other one far to my left off the couch. My cunt hole gaped wide open... a perfect cock target. Saxton mounted me. He lifted my leg off the top of the couch and put it on his shoulder. Then, moving deep into my sex saddle, he aligned his thick plunger with the wide open hole between my thighs and slammed his entire length inside me on the first thrust. After he had his cock fully seated inside my cunt, he fucked me like a wild stallion hammering one hard stroke after another against my cervix. I was cumming for the second time when he ejaculated a series of thick streams of semen inside my convulsing pussy."

Saxton fucked me like a hot whore until his load filled my cunt.

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At dinner that evening, I wore a very attractive red evening gown. It was long enough to almost completely cover my legs, but there was a side slit that exposed my leg to mid-thigh when it opened. In addition, the bodice exposed a generous, but tasteful, amount of cleavage. Both Grant and I thought it was exactly right... conservative enough to be tasteful, but still exposing enough to hold Saxton's interest. I was also carrying a small bag that contained the much more erotic outfit that I was going to wear to the private club

When I came out of the bathroom wearing the gown, Grant actually licked his lips. "I want you to know, Mandy, that I would much prefer to stay here in our hotel room and spend the night in bed with you than go to dinner and to the club with you and Saxton."

"Thank you, Grant. That's a very nice thing to say. But... business is business, as you guys always say."

"Sometimes I wonder why men make such stupid remarks. If fucking a beautiful, sensuous woman doesn't come before business, we need to see a psychiatrist."

Dinner was excellent. The best part from my point of view was that Saxton never took his eyes off of me the entire evening. When Grant excused himself to go to the men's room, Saxton leaned over and whispered, "Your gown is gorgeous as are you, Mandy. But I can't wait to get you out of it and fuck you again. Did Grant tell you that the club we're going to after dinner is a private club of which I'm a charter member?"

"He did. He said it was essentially a sex club."

"That's correct, but nothing will happen if you object. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Of course. I would want to go even if that weren't true."

"Really? Even if every man at the club was going to fuck you whether you wanted them or not?"

"It doesn't hurt a woman to be fucked, Mr. Saxton," I whispered and then bit his earlobe.

It was almost 10 PM when we arrived at the long, gated driveway that led to Marcel's. It was manned by two men. As soon as Saxton lowered the window and they saw who it was, the large iron gates swung noiselessly open, and the limo started up the half-mile long drive to the sex club. There was valet parking service, of course. When we entered with Saxton on my right and Grant on my left, I carried my small bag.

"Let's go to the main lounge first," Saxton suggested.

As soon as we were in the main lounge, I saw that I had made a very good decision to bring a different outfit for the club. Every woman I saw was exotically dressed. I looked totally out of place in my elegant, long, red evening gown.

"Mr. Saxton, where's the ladies room? I would like to change clothes into something more appropriate, if you don't mind."

It didn't take me more than a minute to take off my gown, bra, panties, and three-inch heels. It took even less time to put on my white halter top, the abbreviated white, wrap-around skirt, and my four-inch platform heels. The top and skirt covered almost nothing, and I was naked underneath.

When Saxton and Grant saw me, they both got hard. From the way my big tits were bouncing, it was obvious that I was not wearing a bra. Saxton said as much. "Obviously, Mandy, you're not wearing a bra. How about panties?"

With over half of my tits exposed, it was obvious to every man that I wasn't wearing a bra.

` "Why don't you check and find out, if you're interested, Mr. Saxton. After all, it's a sex club and looking around the room, it seems to me that all the other women are being checked out."

To encourage him, I sat down on the back of a love seat and hiked my foot up onto the arm. The material of my skirt fell away exposing both of my legs completely. Only the front panel of my skirt dangling between my spread legs still covered my pussy, forcing the men to guess whether there were panties underneath or not.

"What do you say, Grant?" Saxton asked. "Shall we investigate?"

"Absolutely!" my boss replied. "Shall we split up the work? I'll make sure there's no bra under that top, and you check for panties."

"I would say that spirit of cooperation bodes well for our future business together, Grant," Saxton replied with a laugh. "Let's see if Mandy has a bra concealed under that tiny top."

Grant moved closer and whispered low enough that no one else could hear. "Are you sure you're all right with this, Mandy? If not, I'll tell Saxton that you prefer that the three of us head back to the hotel for an erotic night together."

"And miss what might be my one and only chance to visit a sex club. No way! Check out my tits, Lover."

All Grant had to do was push the flimsy white material covering my tits to one side and both of my large globes came tumbling out.

My naked tits came tumbling out when Grant pulled aside the white halter top.

"My God! What a rack!" a man standing nearby shouted out. "Good grief. Those are huge, gorgeous tits! Brad, where in hell did you find this delicious woman?"

My self-confidence and female ego soared to the stratosphere when I heard that comment!

"This is Mandy... Mrs. Mandy Ballanger. She's Grant Welding's Executive Assistant. Grant and I just concluded a multi-million dollar deal this afternoon, and Mandy is helping us celebrate. Mandy, Grant, meet my good friend and business partner, Mr. Ralph Parker."

Grant shook Ralph's hand, but Parker had eyes only for me. After checking out both of my tits... one after the other... his gaze fell to the panel dangling between my thighs. "What's under that panel?" he asked to no one in particular.

"That's what Brad was about to investigate, Ralph," Grant explained. I just finished checking for the presence of a bra. Brad's job is find out if Mandy's wearing panties."

"Shit! In that flimsy outfit, you know she's gotta be wearing panties or at least a thong," Parker suggested.

By this time several men had gathered around. One of them said, "Seems to me that a betting pool is in order. Shall we make the choices (A) Panties, (B) Thong, and (C) Naked Cunt? We'll get the steward to take the bets and then pay off the winners with a credit line in proportion to the amount bet and the amount of money in the pool. Agreed?"

The announcement of the betting pool attracted over half the people in the room. The word was passed that I was Grant's Executive Assistant and the men began to make their bets. It seemed that Choice (B), a thong, was the favorite. Grant, of course, was barred from the betting as he had "inside information" or, as they put it, "Insider Trading" was illegal. That brought gales of laughter from the men.

Just before one of the last men placed his bet on Choice (A), Panties, his wife stopped him. "Just a moment, Glenn. That's the wrong choice. Look at the size of the boobs on that hot bitch. And take a look at her legs. They're bare. And check out the come-fuck-me heels she's wearing. Those are five-inch heels! Finally, just look at how flimsy that white thing she's wearing is. That sexy slut's cunt is naked under that white drape. Pick Choice (C), Glenn." Naturally, he followed his wife's advice.

"All bets down?" Saxton asked. When the Steward nodded, he moved up and peeked under the white panel shielding my crotch. With a big grin, he flipped back the panel and announced, "CHOICE C IS THE WINNER! IT'S A NAKED CUNT!"

The bettors all crowded around to make sure my cunt was naked.

Once my tits were out and my naked cunt exposed, I lost both the top and bottom of my outfit within the next 10 minutes. That didn't surprise me. The shock was that it was the women who stripped me. I first lost my top when two women hefted both of my tits, pinched, and tugged at my nipples until I was squirming and writhing on the love seat. When they left, they took my top with them.

Now topless, three different women came over and started on my skirt. One of them pushed my legs apart and held them open while another rubbed my clit and the third finger fucked me. When I began moaning and humping against the hands working on my cunt, the first woman knew there was no need to hold my legs open. I was spreading them as wide as possible of my own accord. So, she unbuttoned the waistband of my skirt and pulled it off of my body just before the other two women brought me to an orgasm.

The men now took over. Saxton told me spread wide and pull my pussy open so that the men could decide if they wished to fuck me. A few months previously, that comment would have enraged me. Now, it made my vagina throb and my clit surge to full erection. When I took the position Saxton had ordered, I heard several men comment that I looked like I would be a delicious fuck. My body shuddered when I heard them discussing whether or not they would fuck me. Even as I listened, I knew that I was secretly hoping that they would all fuck me.

I was hot. I needed to be fucked and soon.

I heard Grant asking Saxton if he was going to fuck me. "No. Not here. We'll have all night to screw your gorgeous Executive Assistant back at the hotel. I thought I would allow some of my friends to enjoy her. When I spoke with her earlier, she seemed very cool with that idea."

Eventually, over a dozen men, as well as some of the women, decided they would enjoy fucking me. I soon found myself bent over a guy I had never seen before sucking his rock-hard dick. With my ass up in the air, it wasn't more than a couple of minutes before I felt a hard cock stretching my pussy open and sinking inside me. The guy I was sucking had good staying power and before I could get him off in my mouth, two men had fucked me.

Before the guy shot off in my mouth, my pussy had accommodated two hard cocks.

Before I could get off my knees, another man nailed his cock into my stretched and open cunt. At almost the same time, a brunette slid her head between my thighs and licked my clitoris while the man fucked me. It was a first for me, and it was so hot I was shocked at how fast the two of them got me off. The man fucked me hard and deep right through my orgasm while the woman sucked my clit beautifully, lashing it with her tongue and making it throb in hard, spastic contractions. I came again. Before the stud screwing me shot his load, I came for a third time.

The man and woman made me cum three times before I felt the cock ejaculating inside my cunt.

It was fortunate that Grant had warned me to clean my ass and lubricate it well that morning because the next man kept me in doggy position, but fucked my ass instead of my cunt. At first it hurt, but he went very slowly until his entire length was in me. Then, he just kept it buried while he rubbed my clitoris and pinched my nipples. Within five minutes, I was begging him to start fucking me.

He started slowly... pulling almost all the way out before slowly pushing back inside me. Again and again, until I began to beg him to fuck me harder... faster. After that, he fucked me like a runaway machine ... hammering stroke after stroke into my ass as his balls slapped against my clit on every thrust. I came for the second time shortly before he unloaded.

"Oh god... fuck my ass harder... faster... Make me cum!"

Once I been ass fucked, it seemed to start a trend. As soon as the first man had pulled his cock out of my ass, another man mounted me. He shoved my head down onto the couch and boosted my hips higher to move my asshole into fucking position. With my colon now lubricated with the KY jelly I had used that morning plus the big cum load of the previous man, the cock sank into my rectum easily.

After a couple of thrusts, I felt his balls slapping my cunt every time he drove his shaft deep into my ass. When I began thrusting back against him each time his cock rammed into me, he grunted with male satisfaction. With my fingers working on my engorged and throbbing clit, I came instantly from the dual stimulation. The hard contractions of my ass triggered his orgasm, and for the second time in less than 15 minutes, my ass received a big injection of semen.

"OH YES! Fuck my ass, Stud. Fuck it hard!"

Unlike my cunt, which is very elastic and closes substantially after being used by a big cock, my asshole stays wide open for a long time after it's been fucked. As soon as the second cock was withdrawn, one of the women let all the men in the main lounge know that my asshole was gaped wide open and ready for more cock.

Saxton told me later that nothing attracts the men at the club like a woman's gaping ass.

As soon as the word spread, my ass was used again and again. Fortunately, I found it hot and erotic and was having at least one orgasm every time a man ass fucked me. By the time three more cocks had emptied their loads, thick streams of semen were running from my gaping hole each time a cock was withdrawn.

The cum loads of six men were now running out of my ass.

I finally got off my hands and knees when some guy pulled me onto his body and told me to ride his cock. He was big, and he was hard... really hard. As soon as I had straddled him, he thrust upward into my sex saddle driving his full length into my cum-filled and widely stretched cunt. I felt the previous man's cum load seeping out my ass as the man beneath me fucked me hard and fast. He was ramming me even harder when I felt a woman's body against mine and her tongue licking my ass, cleaning me in the process... another first for me. I came instantly in hard, spastic contractions. The hard throbbing of my vagina around the man's cock made him shoot into me as I was cumming.

It was the first time I had had anyone lick my ass while being screwed. I came so hard I couldn't believe it.

At that point, I lost track of the number of men who fucked me and the number I sucked off. When Saxton and Grant decided it was time to head back to the Hilton, they found me in one of the side rooms on a couch with a man mounted on me in missionary position. He had my knees back against my tits giving it to me hard and fast. It was the first time that night that I had gotten it while in the classic female fucking position.

David was the first man to take me in missionary position during the evening.

"I'm close to cumming in her," the guy said when Saxton said we needed to leave. "Can you wait long enough for me to shoot my load up her cunt?"

"Sure. Take your time, David. Fuck her good, Make sure she cums before you shoot off."

David followed directions perfectly. He worked his cock over my G-spot and clitoris until I was groaning in hot pleasure. When he felt my vagina throbbing around his cock, he pounded my ass deep into the couch and shot jet after jet of sperm-filled semen deep inside my pussy.

When David finished screwing me, I gathered up my clothes, and Saxton, Grant, and I took the limo back to the Hilton. As soon as we were inside our hotel room, Saxton had me on the bed fucking me hard. I wrapped my legs around him and rammed my ass upward to meet every thrust of his cock. After he had shot off, I held him against my body until his cock began to soften inside my pussy.

As soon as Saxton rolled from between my thighs, Grant took his place and drove his iron-hard, huge dick into me. God... his cock felt so good inside me, big and hard and pumping me so beautifully. Grant was easily the hottest fuck of the weekend.

He held me tightly against his body as he powered his sex gun into my welcoming vagina. I began to cum, and as I did, I whispered, "You're the best... the very best... fuck me, Darling. You're making me cum so hard."

"I love the way you fuck me, Grant. You can have me anytime you want me."

By the time Grant had emptied his balls inside my now drenched pussy, Saxton was hard again. This time, he got me on my knees with my head on the bed. Mounting my hips, he pressed his cock against my anus. I groaned as I felt it sliding into me so smoothly and so deeply. I started to rub my clit as he ass fucked me, but his fingers were there first. The intense sensations of his fingers on my clit, his big cock pumping my ass, and his balls slapping against my pussy made me cum twice before I felt his dick throbbing inside my ass.

We rested for maybe 30 minutes before Grant put some more KY jelly in my ass and a squirt or two in my pussy. They didn't have to tell me what was coming next.

Both men laid on the bed, side-by-side, while I sucked their cocks until both were rigid and standing nearly straight up. "Ass sit my cock, Mandy," Saxton ordered.

I straddled his hips in reverse cowgirl position and lowered my ass over his rod. He directed it against my opening. When he had it seated, I just dropped my hips and his entire length sank into my ass. Having already been ass fucked six or seven times at the club, there was no pain... just the hot pleasure of feeling my ass so beautifully filled by a big cock.

Saxton pulled me back against his chest as Grant lifted my legs to expose my cunt hole. Moving between my raised legs, he pressed his huge cock head into my vagina. With the added KY jelly, it entered me easily.

Feeling both huge cocks inside my body at the same time had me exploding in hard, repeated, near continuous orgasms.

"OOOhhhhhh god... It's fantastic!" I howled as Grant sank his shaft deeper and deeper into my cunt while Saxton pumped my ass with steady strokes. With the two huge cocks both fully inside me, the feeling being stuffed totally full of cock had me shuddering in ecstasy. Each cock thrusting inside one of my holes sent wave after wave of hot pleasure surging through my body.

Both cocks fucked me and fucked me and fucked me until I passed out from the repeated climaxes.

Gradually the two men picked up the pace. Each fucked me hard, with firm deep strokes. I began to cum. My vagina and clitoris just erupted and began to contract in hard spasms... again and again. Each time a cock pumped in and out of one of my holes, the contractions got harder and more frequent. Finally, I couldn't stop moaning. I was just a piece of female fuck meat with cocks shooting into me again and again.

Before morning I had been double fucked twice more. The last time, they gave it to me in doggy position with me riding Saxton's cock and Grant mounted behind me using my ass. The pleasure was so intense that I felt like a bitch for refusing to let Harold and some other man double fuck me.

By morning I was mentally kicking myself for not letting Harold and another guy give it to me like this.

I never knew when Saxton left the next morning. When I finally awoke, it was past noon. I would have slept even longer but it's very hard for a woman to sleep when her boss is fucking her with an eight-inch, thick, iron-hard cock.

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"My god, Harold. Do you have any idea how hot it gets me to wear something this revealing out in public?"

"It should. You look terrific! Totally cock hardening."

"MMMmmmm... do I make your cock hard?"

"Feel it, Susan."

"Oh fuck! You aren't kidding. That thing feels like a iron bar. I love it when you fuck me with your big iron-hard cock, Lover. So what do you have planned for me tonight? Another gang bang?"

"Something different... not a gang bang, but I'm pretty sure you're going to be fucked."

"Oh god. My pussy is so wet, I can't believe it. I never got hot and wet like this before you started fucking me all the time."

"I like hot, wet women like you, Susan. You ready?"

"Not until you tell me where you're taking me."

"I want it to be a surprise."

"It'll be a surprise when you tell me now."

"All right. We're going to an amateur strip contest for women over 30. There's a $1,000 first prize."

"I'm not certain that watching a bunch of women stripping is that much of a turn on for me, Harold. For you... sure, but I prefer men."

"Oh... I guess I left out an important detail. You're one of the women entered in the contest. You'll be stripping down to just your heels and as I said, I'm virtually certain that before the evening is over, you'll be fucked. Ready now?"

"Oh god, yes! I feel like I'm about to cum."

It was a short drive to the strip club, but even so, I was having a difficult time keeping my eyes on the road. Susan's ultra short skirt was so far up her thighs that if she moved at all, I could see her naked cunt since she wore no panties. If that wasn't enough, she also was braless and the top of the dress exposed the entire inner slopes of her tits almost to her nipples. A single careless movement pulled it aside and a nipple popped out. Naturally, she was so excited that being careful not to show any tit or pussy was the last thing on her mind.

We entered the club via the back entrance that was reserved for the contestants. Mark Fredrick met us at the door. "Glad you could make it, Harold. And this gorgeous beauty must be Susan. Hi, Susan. I'm Mark. Welcome to the "Bare Truth". I gotta tell you, the house is packed tonight... standing room only. This is easily our most popular event, the 30 and Over Amateur Strip Contest."

"How many women are entered?" I asked.

"You're the last to arrive. There are 12 in all. Has Harold explained the rules to you, Susan?"

"Not really."

"No problem. They're simple. Each woman dances to three songs. You can take off as much or as little as you like during the three songs, but I have to tell you that if you want to win, you'd better be naked except for the heels at the end of the third song. The hotter you dance, the more applause you'll get at the end, and the amount of audience applause decides the winner and the runner-up for the $1,000 and $500 prizes. The men can't touch you on stage, but other than that, you can do whatever you like during your performance. Ok? Every thing clear?"

"Yeah. But, I'm very nervous. I've never done this before."

"I know. That's the idea. Amateurs only. You've got an edge because you're married. About half of the women are married, the other half are divorced. The married ones have an edge because men love to fantasize about fucking other men's wives. Well, good luck. You were late so we drew lots for your dance position. You go on tenth. Harold, Susan can stay backstage, but you and the other boyfriends and husbands have to go out front. There's a special section reserved for all of you."

The section reserved the husbands and boyfriends of the competitors was close to the stage, but not adjacent to it. Those seats were reserved for paying customers and big tippers. The first dancer was a sexy-looking brunette, married, and a lot more nervous than Susan. Nevertheless, she gave a hot performance stripping all the way to her heels. Toward the end of the final song, she was grinding her pussy right at edge of the stage. The audience, including me, hooted and yelled every time she spread her legs to show her cunt. As she left the stage, she got a rousing round of applause.

The guy sitting beside me never took his eyes off of her the entire time she was on stage. By the middle of the second song, he had his hand in his pants jacking off. When the woman pulled off her panties and showed the men her naked pussy, his hand really started moving.

Leaning closer to him, I whispered, "Your wife?"

"Yeah. This dance is my birthday present. It's been a huge fantasy of mine forever. That sound crazy to you?"

"Hell no. It sounds hot and sensuous. You're a lucky man. She's a beautiful woman... nice tits and a hot pussy. I would love to fuck her, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Not at all. I'm so fucking hard watching her show them off, I can't believe it. I'm about to cum in my pants."

After nine women had stripped and danced, only the first woman and one other were serious competition for Susan... at least in my evaluation. As soon as Susan walked out onto the stage swinging her hips causing her huge tits to bounce, the entire audience started whistling and urging her to take out her tits.

Susan approached the pole in the center of the stage and ran both hands up and down its length as if she were jacking off a huge cock. The audience applauded. She licked the smooth metal, and the men began screaming. As soon as the first song began, Susan began humping against the pole. Men were yelling for her to "fuck that huge cock, Baby".

"Fuck the pole, Honey. Fuck the pole!" the men yelled.

Susan's ass continued to gyrate erotically as she pulled her top open releasing both of her huge tits. When the men saw that her tits were already naked and noticed her hard, brown nipples, applause filled the room. From all sides of the room, men were screaming, "How big are your tits, Honey?"

Susan's 38D tits had the men hard and screaming.

Halfway through the first song, Susan was leaning forward at the edge of the stage cupping her tits and pulling on her nipples just a few feet from the panting men. Moving up and down the runway, she dangled her tits right in front of their faces. Although they weren't supposed to touch the dancers, what man could resist two huge tits a few inches from his face. Before she retreated to the pole, a half dozen mouths had sucked her nipples.

Once beside the pole again, Susan hiked her short skirt up to her hips. Simultaneously, a half dozen men screamed, "Oh Shit! Look at that!! No panties. Her cunt's naked!"

Indeed it was. Susan spread her feet and humped her ass in fuck motions. The first song was still in progress and the men were already getting to see her hot cunt. The other women had not exposed their pussies until the third song.

Susan now moved back to the pole. The screams of the men grew much louder when she thrust the pole between her big tits and moved them up and down as if a monster phallus was tit fucking her. Holding her skirt around her hips, she next rammed her naked cunt against the pole and let it slide up and down her cunt slit. When she began hard coital thrusts against the pole, pandemonium exploded. Men all around the stage chanted "FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT!" over and over.

Susan was literally letting the pole fuck both her tits and her cunt.

When the second song started, Susan moved away from the pole, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was totally naked save for her five-inch CFM platform heels. As she moved back and forth across the stage, her fingers spread her pussy lips and continuously stroked her erect clit.

Men were stomping their feet against the floor when she again moved right to the edge of the stage. Turning, she bent over slightly so the men could see her sexy ass. The chants from the audience abruptly switched to "ASS... ASS.... ASS... SHOW US THE ASS!"

Responding to their demands, Susan reached back and spread her ass cheeks open exposing her oiled and obviously lubricated asshole. The men closest to her started yelling, "She's got it lubed and ready... SHE'S GOT IT LUBED!"

The shouts of the men was nearly deafening when Susan pulled her ass cheeks open.

If the place seemed loud before, it got even louder when Susan moved right to the edge of the stage, turned, bent over at the waist, and pulled her buttocks open to expose both her cunt and ass holes just a few inches from the men who were now leaning forward.

Both of her sex holes were just a few inches away from the men.

Susan gave each group of men 10 seconds or so to stare at her cunt and ass holes before moving along the edge of the stage to the next group. She even used her sphincter and vaginal muscles to cause her holes to open and close. When she reached the last two groups of men, she first bent over as she had done for the other men, and then laid down on the stage on her side with her ass pushed right in their faces.

The men couldn't decide which view of Susan's ass and cunt they liked best.

By the time the second song had ended, two dozen fingers had felt her ass and cunt... a few had even slipped inside. For her finale, Susan reclined on the floor of the stage with her legs spread wide open. Separating her pussy lips with her fingers, she hunched her cunt upward while moaning, "Ah god... fuck me.... harder... ram your cock up my hot cunt hole, Baby... UGH! UGH! UGH!" Each grunt was accompanied by a hard, upward thrust of her cunt. The men in the audience were now not only screaming and yelling, many of them were squeezing their hard erections. I even saw a few men take out their cocks and begin jacking off.

Susan was literally fucking an imaginary lover right in front of the audience.

With half of the third song remaining, she again made a trip up the front edge of the stage. This time, her hips were on the stage floor with her legs wide open and her two fingers fucking in and out of her cunt as she humped her ass in fuck motions causing her big tits to bounce wildly. As she fucked herself, she continued to moan things like, "Ohh yeah!... Oh Yeah, Stud! Fuck my married cunt harder, Honey! ... Oohhhhh god.... you're gonna make me cum!"

"Ohhh god! He's fucking me! He's fucking me! I'm gonna cum!!"

When the final song was reaching its climax, Susan spread wide open in the middle of the stage and brought herself to a shuddering, hard orgasm. Just as the final bars played, her juices spewed out of her throbbing cunt high in the air. No one on the planet had any doubts that the big-titted, hot woman had just had an intense orgasm.

The result of the competition was a foregone conclusion. I even felt a little sorry for the women who had to follow Susan's performance. All of them were anticlimactic. I wondered how many men had shot off watching Susan. I was virtually certain that the number was in the dozens. The two finalists were the first dancer and Susan. After several rounds of elimination, the two of them stood side-by-side at the pole, both naked, as the men voted with their applause for the first-place winner, which of course was Susan.

The brunette was hot and sexy, but her dance wasn't nearly as cock-hardening or as erotic as Susan's.

After the two women exited the stage, the professional strippers came on and started performing. They were all hot and sexy, but I didn't think any of them, even the younger women, were a match for the sheer beauty and incredible eroticism that Susan had displayed.

Over an hour passed, but Susan still had not returned. Wondering what the hell was going on, I motioned for the cocktail waitress. She hurried over to take my drink order. After giving it to her, I said, "It's been over an hour since my wife finished dancing. Do you know where she is?"

The cocktail waitress grinned. "Now where to you think she is after putting on a hot, slutty performance like she did?"

"I thought she was getting dressed and picking up her prize money."

"She's picking up here prize money, but I doubt that she's getting dressed."

"Why not? It's been over an hour."

"Because she's being fucked, Honey. Guys don't usually want women dressed when they're fucking them."

"How do you know that? I asked. I sort of doubt that Susan would fuck some guy she's never met before when she knows I'm waiting for her."

"Honey, like most husbands, you're really naive when it comes to judging your wife. Your wife's pussy was on fire when she left that stage. Believe me, she would have spread her legs for any man with a hard cock. Mark Fredrick and his two assistant managers took her to Mark's private office as soon as she left the stage after winning the contest. She was naked, hot, wet, and ready. I doubt that they even bothered to ask her if she wanted to fuck. They just put their cocks in her.

I pretended to be distressed and angry, but I knew very well that after putting on the performance she had, Mark was certainly going to fuck her. I didn't tell the waitress that, however. All I said was, "My god.. I can't believe it."

"Now don't get mad, Honey. Your wife was incredibly hot already. There was no possible way she could resist three or four naked guys with hard cocks shoved against her and all their hands rubbing her big tits and clit. My guess is that she had a cock up her hot cunt two minutes after she left the stage, or maybe even sooner."

"But she's been gone for over an hour."

"There's three or four of them. They're all going to fuck your wife, and if I know those guys, they all go for seconds and maybe thirds. Figure it out, Honey. Do the math. If each guy bangs your wife for 10 minutes before shooting in a load, it will take 40 minutes for each of them to fuck her. They'll all last longer the second time... so figure another 60 minutes for the second round. One or two will probably screw her a third time.... so it'll be a couple of hours or more before she comes back. How about a drink on the house?"

The cocktail waitress turned out to be a mathematical genius. It was two hours and 10 minutes before Susan returned to my table. She was again dressed in the outfit she had worn at the start of her performance. Her hair and make up were a total mess. She smelled like sex, cum, and sweat.

"I'm sorry, Harold. I couldn't get away. They fucked me... they all fucked me. Four of them. Mark, his two assistant managers, and Larry, a black bartender. Are you furious? I was just so hot, I couldn't resist. They did add an extra $500, so the prize was $1,500."

"I'm not mad. I'm just hot and horny. And you're probably exhausted. Not exactly what I was hoping for," I grinned.

"It's not? You don't like hot, freshly fucked women. Do sloppy seconds bother you?"

"Seconds??"

"Oh, I see what you mean. I'm really sorry, Darling. Let's go home. I really want you. Those guys were hot, but none of them can match you in bed. Please. I'll bathe, douche, and put on new make up. Please."

"No way, Susan. I've never had sloppy tenths before. I can't wait. Besides, I can do a better job cleaning you than any bath."

"Oh god! You hot Stud! Let's go! Hurry! Please, hurry!! I can't wait!!"

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Revelations:

Mandy got home around 7 PM, Sunday evening, as planned. We didn't bother with dinner. By 11 PM, I had fucked her five times and she had cum at least two dozen times. Neither of us made the slightest effort to conceal our love making from Maria or Carl. We were so loud, I knew that they were probably both masturbating listening to us fuck.

By that time, we were both starved, so we took a break and cooked up some bacon, eggs, and pancakes. We were both giggling as we fixed the food.

"How was the New York meeting," I asked.

"Interesting since it was my first business trip, but a little boring. I attended the meetings with Grant, but I really wasn't that much help to him. He pretty much handled every thing himself. What did you do this weekend?"

"Just what I said. Worked on Thursday and Friday. Played golf and watched TV on Saturday, and masturbated thinking about screwing you today."

"Hot stud!" Mandy hissed at me. I fucked her bent over the kitchen table after we had eaten. Neither of us worried a bit about the kids catching us. It was fantastic! Exactly what I had dreamed about for years.

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On Monday, Grant and I took off work at 1 PM and had a great lunch at the country club. We ate in silence throughout the meal as neither of us wanted to break the erotic atmosphere of the meal with conversation. After eating, we were both enjoying a glass of 20-year old brandy when Grant finally spoke.

"Harold, how many times did you fuck Mandy last night?"

"Would you believe seven?"

"Yeah. I would because I banged Susan eight times!"

"Four months ago, what was your fucking frequency with Susan?"

"Once a week... maybe. And you and Mandy?"

"Same. Once a week. Twice if I got lucky. But what about the eroticism? How hot was Susan last night?"

"Hot's not the word for it. She was on fire... just pure hot, distilled sex. She wanted to be fucked in every position we could think of, and she never stopped urging me to give it to her harder... deeper. She wanted me to go down on her after I had just shot in a load. How about Mandy? Was she hot too?"

"Like a hot whore. She did all those things. She also wanted anal sex, and after I had ass fucked her, she went down on me immediately. It was just unbelievable!"

"You know, Harold, I had begged and pleaded... complained and bitched... screamed and yelled for years about making our sex life more erotic, but my wife refused every thing. Once a week sex was fine with her and with no frills. And from what you told me about Mandy, things were the same at your house. I just have to ask you, Harold. How in hell did you ever manage to think of this plan?"

"That's what you pay me the big bucks for, Grant."

"Yeah! Right! And the moon is made of green cheese. Come on, Man. We're co-conspirators. Tell me how you came up with this plan."

"Ok. I knew that our basic problem was that women are not turned on by anything their husbands say or do. After all, we're their husbands. We're supposed to be supportive and helpful. We're supposed to say nice things about the way our wives look. And since we can't get sex from any other woman unless we want to risk divorce, we're forced to hit on our wives. In other words, nothing we do provides the ego boost, the excitement, the sexual thrill of attracting a man that a woman needs. Just like we need to succeed in the competitive activities of the male world, they need to succeed in the competitive activities of the female world."

"Ok. I follow your logic. So?"

"So... For women to succeed in the competitive activities of the female world, they need real, concrete evidence that they're attractive and highly desirable to powerful, handsome, virile men. If they see such a man is attracted to them. then they'll ratchet up the sexual intensity to make themselves even more desirable... to make the man a slave to their big tits, sensuous ass, and hot pussy."

"In Mandy's case, as the CEO of a large, profitable company, you're obviously a very powerful man. You're also handsome and extremely virile. As an added bonus, you've got the kind of incredibly large, thick cock that women fantasize about. Finally, I knew you would love to fuck my wife... any man would. She's gorgeous and those big tits on that small body are hard to resist."

"Consequently, when Mandy told me she wanted to get a full-time job, the plan was just obvious. I knew if she were in close contact with you eight hours every working day, it wouldn't be very long before she realized that you wanted to fuck her. That would be the concrete evidence that she was a real force among her female competitors, particularly considering how beautiful your wife is. At that point, I was nearly certain that she would start dressing hot and turning up the sexual heat. You would quickly take advantage of her excitement and start fucking her regularly. And that's exactly what happened... as planned."

"Let me finish it for you, Harold."

I smiled and replied, "Be my guest, Grant."

"When I began fucking her, you knew Mandy would feel guilty about doing all those hot, sensuous things with me that she had denied you. You figured that it wouldn't be long before Mandy started working overtime to make it up to you by being the sensuous hotwife you had always wanted her to be... right?"

"Exactly! And the really great part of the plan was that your sex life with your wife was as bad as mine. So while you were busy turning my wife on and fucking her sexy ass off, I could provide the same service for you with Susan. I'm also a powerful vice-president of a large company, handsome, virile, and have a cock almost as big as yours. When I asked her out to lunch the first time, you would have loved seeing how flustered and excited she was all afternoon."

"How long did it take you to get into her panties, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Not at all. After all, as you said, we're co-conspirators. With you giving me ample opportunities to take Susan out in the evening by making up all those fictitious poker games and dinners with prospective clients, she was dressing hot and provocatively after three weeks. On our eighth date, I was kissing her and fondling her big tits. On Monday of the fourth week, I called you and told you not to come home before 5:00 PM. Remember?"

"Oh hell yes, I remember. I was hard all afternoon."

"That was the first time I got into Susan. I fucked her four times that afternoon and made her cum four more times on my tongue."

"And you know that within a couple of days after you first fucked her, she started doing all the hot things with me that she had been refusing to do for years. It was just unbelievable!"

"It was so simple. I'm surprised we didn't think of it sooner. When did you first screw Mandy?"

"It was exactly one week after you first fucked my wife. Monday of her fifth week at work. I screwed her four times in my office that afternoon." Grant spent the next 30 minutes telling me all the hot details of that afternoon.

"I remember that day. That evening we went out with Mandy wearing an incredibly hot outfit. She even took off her panties and masturbated right in front of me and a truck driver. Can you believe that?! At that point, I knew the plan was going to work big time."

"It certainly did! Now, the next question is 'Shall we tell them?" If not, how do we proceed?"

"No. We don't tell them. We continue exactly as we did this past week. You fuck my wife's ass off at work. I visit Susan during the day and screw her constantly. At night, they feel guilty and seduce us into fucking their hot pussies as much as possible. Just be certain to follow my advice and take your daily dosage of viagra otherwise there's no way we can keep up with those two hot sluts."

"Eventually... I would guess within a month... Susan and Mandy will get together and figure out that they're each screwing the other's husband. At that point, they'll find a way to suggest threesomes and foursomes, and we'll all have an incredible open marriage with unlimited exotic fun for all. And they'll never know that we planned the whole thing. All we have to do is be cool and continue as if we're weak men who have been unable to resist the hot attraction of another sultry beautiful woman. It's perfect!"

"Harold, I gotta tell you, you're a fucking genius!"

"Well thank you, Grant. Judging from the way my wife's tits are heaving with excitement when she goes to work in the morning, I gotta tell you that you're a genius fucking."

When we finally managed to stop laughing, Grant said, "Well, I suppose it's time to head home for another evening of non-stop, exotic, hot sex with our slutty wives."

"Yeah. You know, they may eventually fuck us both to death."

"True...true. The epitaph on our tombstones will read, "They died in the saddle, but not with their boots on."

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