The Morrison Wives

  by RLM

The Job Offer:

  I was beside myself with excitement on the drive home that
Tuesday afternoon.  I had thought about calling Sandy to give her
the good news, but just as I was entering her number into my
phone, I thought better of it and broke the connection.  It would
be far more enjoyable to tell her in person tonight over dinner.
I did go ahead and complete the call just to tell my wife not to
fix any dinner tonight... that we would be going out to the
"French Chef" for a gourmet dinner, and after that, out to
Marcel's for after dinner drinks and dancing.

  Sandy had been both excited and enormously curious.  I often
took my gorgeous wife of two years out on the weekend, but rarely
during the week when I had to be at the office early the next
morning.  By the time I parked our Camry in the driveway and
entered our home, she was even more curious.

  I found Sandy sitting at the dining room table staring at the
dozen American Beauty roses that had arrived that afternoon with
the card saying "For a Hot Lady".  The card was signed "Lover". 
I pretended surprise at seeing the roses.  "Wow!  Roses?  Who
sent us roses?"  I asked thinking I should get an Oscar
nomination for this performance.

  "What?" my wife asked, surprise and shock in her voice.

  "I just asked who sent us the roses?"

  "No one sent us roses, Honey, but someone did send me a dozen
roses."

  "Oh.  Who?  What does the card say?"

  "Well, if you know, then I don't need to tell you.  If you
don't know, I'm certainly not about to tell you."

  "Why?"

  "When a stud who's hot for my body sends me roses, I never tell
my husband.  That would be sort of stupid, wouldn' t it?"

  I decided that I probably wasn't in the running for an Oscar
after all.   "And how do you know he's hot for you body just
because you got a dozen roses?"

  "Oh, it's not the roses, Dear.  It's the fact that he got
incredibly hard when I let him feel my pussy.  After that, I
really didn't need roses to figure out that he's determined to
have me."

  "What?!  Who?" I stammered.

  "I'm not going to tell you that, Ryan.  I'll just tell you that
you don't know him, and so far, I haven't let him fuck me.  So
far, that is."

  Even though I knew, or at least thought I knew, that my wife
was teasing me, I realized that I was getting an erection.  Worse
yet, my wife also realized that I was getting hard.  "Oh come on,
Honey.  I sent you the roses.  I have a wonderful evening planned
and some wonderful news for us... at least, I think it's
wonderful."

  She moved into my arms, put hers around my neck, and pulled my
mouth against her own in a deep, passionate kiss.   She moaned
softly... then more loudly as I returned her kiss.  "I have to
confess, Darling, that he's very aggressive... very masculine...
and very hard to resist.  I don't think I will be able to resist
spreading my legs for him the next time we're together.  I'm sure
that I'm going to be fucked."

  I was now fully hard.  My cock jerked against my wife, and she
moaned.  "It's really making you hot, isn't it, Honey... thinking
about your sweet wife squirming and thrashing helplessly with a
big, hard cock fucking her.  Are you really the one who sent me
the roses?  I was certain he did."

  Abruptly, my wife unzipped me and slipped her hand inside my
pants.  "My god!  You really are hard, and I mean HARD!  It's
like an iron bar.  I never realized how much thinking about my
getting screwed by some sexy stud would excite you.  Damn!  I'll
have to keep that in mind."

  "Oh come on, Sandy.  Stop it.  You know I sent you the roses. 
You always knew it."

  "Of course I know it, Honey.  But when you decided to tease me,
I just decided to tease you back.  Tell me about tonight.  I'm
just dying of curiosity, and the roses are beautiful, Darling. 
Really beautiful.  Thank you."

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  Over dinner at the "French Chef", I pushed a velvet case over
to Sandy.  Her eyes showed surprise.  For a moment, I thought she
was going to begin teasing me again, but then, I saw tears
rolling down her cheeks.  My wife's tears of joy and happiness
were much better than an Oscar.  When she opened the case and saw
the cultured pearl necklace and the matching earrings, the tears
came faster.

  When she got herself under control, she pushed her chair back
and rushed around the table to kiss me.  This one felt full of
love instead of passion.  I like both.  When Sandy slowly pulled
her lips from mine, she whispered, "I don't deserve these after
the bitchy thing I did to you about the roses, Darling.  I'm so
sorry."

  "You were just teasing me.  I’m fine.  Do you really like the
pearls?"

  "I love them!  I told you that this guy I'm seeing is
masculine, virile, hard to resist.  He showers me with roses and
pearls to break down my resistance until I have no chance to keep
my legs together.  Then he fucks me... ooohhh god... does he ever
fuck me!"  She kissed me again... this time with red hot passion.
 "Put your hand under my skirt, Stud.  Feel how wet my cunt is
for you."

  I wasn't about to turn down that invitation.  She spread her
feet apart as my hand went up her skirt.  Her panties were
soaked.  I could feel her pussy throbbing beneath the thin
material.  When I removed my hand, the heady, musky aroma of her
sex excited us both.

  "Would you put the pearls on me, Darling?  Please."

  Sandy was positively glowing as I fastened the necklace behind
her neck and replaced her silver earrings with the pearl ones.

  After we had finished our dinner, I started telling my wife
about the potentially great news.

  "I got a phone call this morning from Ms. Meredith Heller. 
She's the Associate Vice-President of Personnel for Morrison
Fashions.  Have you heard of it?"

  "Morrison Fashions?  Well, I know that there is an incredibly
expensive line of women's clothes, cosmetics, perfumes, and
various other items for women by the name Morrison.  Is that the
same company?"

  "The same.  Its headquarters is on the West Coast.  There are
several outlets and production facilities in most of the major
cities of the country.  Anyway, Ms. Heller wanted to know if I
would be interested in taking the position of Director of
Computer and Internet Marketing and Advertising for Morrison
Fashions.  Apparently, news has spread about my talent with Java,
html, graphics and other software programming languages.  As a
result, they have me as their number one candidate.  Should I go
on?"

  "Oh hell yes!  This sounds just fabulous," Sandy whispered
excitedly.

  "Well, all the executives, vice presidents, and directors live
in a gated, closed, oceanside community in California.  The
corporation would build us a home to our specifications with no
closing costs or profit... we could purchase the home at cost
with a ridiculously low interest rate.  In addition, they will
buy our home here at 15% over our original price or present
market value, whichever is greater.  All moving expenses will be
paid.  The starting salary... are you ready for this, Sandy? 
Really ready?"

  "Tell me... tell me!" she gushed.

  "Ms. Heller said the starting salary was negotiable, but she
did suggest a possible figure.... $250,000 a year plus expenses,
bonuses, and benefits.  The benefits include 100% coverage of all
health, vision, and dental expenses, free membership in two of
their exclusive clubs for the top brass, membership in their
private golf course, and stock options.  In addition, all our
children will receive full college tuition provided we're still
with the company when they come of college age."

  "Jezzz... fucking unbelievable!  Did you accept... Tell me you
did!"

  "I couldn't.  They haven't made a formal offer yet.  There are
some conditions.  Mainly they involve you., and me to some
extent."

  "Why is that?"

  "They already know about me... my references, my computer
talents.  They apparently have done a great deal of research. 
According to Ms. Heller, they have very little information about
you.  For example, they need to know how you would like the
community in which we would have to live... our future plans for
a family... you attitudes and preferences.  Basically, Heller
told me that one of the major reasons for the success of Morrison
Fashions is the care they take to make certain that all members
of the executive division are compatible and like one another. 
She told me that while they've had to let a few executive
division members go after the two-year probationary period, they
have never had one resign."

  "So what do we have to do?"

  "First, you have to fly to their headquarters in California for
a three-day interview.  If you're satisfied and if they are, then
we both fly back a week later for another three-day interview of
us as a couple, and I suppose maybe some technical questions
related to my professional competence.  It's your call, Sandy. 
You know I would never do anything unless you were 100% in
agreement."

  "Tell me the truth... do you want the job?"

  "If you're happy with the community, with the people who would
be our friends, with the overall social set up, then 'yes', I
would like to have the job and all the incredible benefits that
go with it.  But if, after you've been there and seen it up
close, you have reservations, then I don't want the job.  We're
doing fine here, and if we grow tired of this place, I can always
find a lot of other jobs."

  "When would I leave?"

  "On Thursday.  Heller said they would have an electronic,
first-class, round-trip ticket on American Airlines leaving at
9:05 AM, Thursday morning.  You will be returning on Sunday.  I
have to call Heller tomorrow to let her know your decision."

  "Tell her that I'll be on that plane Thursday morning."

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Sandy's Interview:

  My plane left a little after 9:05 AM on Thursday, but the pilot
made up for the late start during the flight, and we landed in
California on schedule.  When I deplaned, there was an attractive
young woman waiting at the gate holding up a big sign that said
"SANDY HUNTING".   I walked over and introduced myself.

  The woman waiting for my arrival was Ms. Laura Bilder.  She
informed me that she was the Vice-President for Design.  After
greeting me warmly, she instructed the driver of the limo as to
which bags were mine and led me out to the curb where one of the
firm's limo was waiting for us.

  "Morrison Fashions seems to do things in style," I remarked as
I slid into the back seat of the luxurious car.

  "We always do, Sandy.  Just a moment.  I need to arrange for us
to have privacy."  She pressed two buttons.  The first caused a
partition to slide up between the front and back seat.  The
second one, she later informed me, blocked all sound from the
driver."

  "There," she said.  "The drive to the Morrison complex will
take about an hour, Sandy.  During the trip, I'll fill you in on
some of the details.  After we arrive and get you situated in the
guest house, Mr. Greg McPherson will conduct you on a tour of the
facilities.  I think you'll be amazed, both at the facilities and
at Mr. McPherson," Laura grinned.

  For the next 45 minutes, Laura described the health clubs, the
spa, the beauty salons, the shopping areas, the private schools
for the children through the 12th grade, the tennis and golf
clubs, literary clubs, and the two entertainment clubs.  She took
pains to point out that most of the activities were part of the
benefits we would have since my husband would be a director. 
Finally, she discussed the housing and the home we might expect
to have built for ourselves should Ryan join the Morrison firm.

  After a 40 minutes or so, the descriptions were becoming
somewhat repetitive and my attention was drawn to Laura herself.
The woman was very attractive, around 27 or so, and dressed
stylishly but somewhat provocatively in that her dress only came
to mid-thigh and the bodice showed some cleavage.  She was either
wearing stockings or pantyhose along with her heels.  She made me
feel like a frump, and I said so.

  "Laura, I wish someone would have clued me about what to wear.
You look stunning while I look like I'm on my way to the grocery
store or something."

  "Don't worry about that, Sandy.  We wanted you to be
comfortable during the trip.  When we get to the guest house,
you'll find your closet full of attractive outfits that I can
assure you will not make you feel like you're on the way to the
grocery store.  The dresser also has all the lingerie you will
need to complement the clothes.  You'll have an hour to shower
and change before Greg arrives to start the tours.  By the way,
he will be your escort for your entire visit."

  "That's great, but I'm sort of hard to fit.  My... eh... my top
is ... eh... well, it's a little out of proportion to the rest of
me."

  Laura gave me a knowing smile.  "I think you're trying to say
that you have very large breasts for your size.  Right?"

  "Yeah," I laughed.

  "Mine are nice but not like yours.  I'm 34C and I'm guessing
you're about 34D or maybe 36D?"

  "34D is exactly right."

  "The clothes will fit perfectly as the personnel VP, Ms.
Heller, specifically asked your husband to send her all your
sizes, which he did.  All the clothes have been tailored to fit.
If he got your sizes right, the clothes will be a perfect fit. 
They will be snug, but they will fit perfectly."

  "We've got about 15 minutes left on the drive, Sandy.  I've
been instructed to alert you to a few things without explanation.
 Ms. Heller and the CEO, Ms. Margo Daniels, will provide detailed
explanations over the next two days.  Ok?"

  "Sure, go ahead," I said, now more than just a little curious.
I was already surprised to learn that the CEO was female as well
as the Vice-Presidents of Personnel and of Design.

  "First, the two entertainment clubs that I mentioned before are
run by the Executive Committee.  Although there are a few male
managers who handle some of the work, the club policies and rules
are determined by the Executive Committee, which comprises all
the Vice-Presidents, their assistants, and the CEO and her
assistant."

  "Are you implying that everyone on the Executive Committee is
female?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, that's a surprise.  Go on."

  "These two clubs are essential to the success of the
corporation and to the incredibly high retention rate we have for
our top people of which your husband will one.  For the people
who pass the two-year probationary period, this retention rate is
98%.  When you meet with Vice-President Heller and the CEO,
discussion of the purpose of these clubs and their mode of
operation will be the central topic and the main reason for your
visit.   On Friday and Saturday evenings, you'll visit and enjoy
each of these clubs with Greg as your escort."

  When we reached the guest quarters, Laura escorted me inside. 
To say the house was elaborate would be akin to describing the
Mona Lisa as a pretty picture.  It was simply beyond belief. 
Laura directed me to my bedroom and showed me the closets
containing a wide variety of clothes, all elegant and all
designed to show off my best attributes.

  "Pick something stunning, Sandy.  By the way, all the clothes
are yours.  They will be put on the plane when you depart for
later delivery to your home.  You won't need to pick them up at
the airport."

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  After taking a quick shower, I searched the closet to find
something nice to wear.  The fact that every outfit was great
made it difficult to choose one.  I tried on a few and was
surprised to find that all of them showed off my bosom and legs.
I thought about wearing some of my own clothes but decided that
would be insulting to our hosts as they had obviously gone to a
great deal of trouble to provide the clothes.  In the end, I
selected a simple sweater/skirt ensemble.  The orange sweater
showed off my breasts and the short skirt revealed a long expanse
of my legs to mid-thigh.  Frankly, I felt self conscious in the
outfit.

  Greg rang the doorbell right on time.  When I opened the door
and saw the man standing on the threshold, I forgot to breathe
for several moments.  Finally, he smiled and said, "May I come
in?"

  I nodded in a near trance and said, "Oh, yes.  Of course,  I'm
sorry.  I'll get my handbag and be with you in a moment."  Again,
he smiled and waited.

  My head was swimming as I walked into the bedroom to retrieve
my handbag.  The man was unbelievable.  About 6' 1" and maybe 185
lbs, his body was perfectly proportioned with smooth and gorgeous
muscles.  His every movement suggested power and control.  His
face was mesmerizing, a mixture of Tom Cruise and Tom Selleck. 
His trimmed rather than shaved beard reeked of masculine
virility.  Perfect teeth below dark, penetrating eyes that seemed
to be able to see right through my clothes.   His wavy, dark hair
was intoxicating.

  If all that wasn't enough, his clothes did more than just hint
at the power of the body beneath.  His chest stretched the
sweater he wore so that it molded his large pecs and biceps.  A
hint of dark chest hair peeked out from the V-neck.  I had the
feeling that if he took a deep breath, he could rip the sweater
apart.  His pants were equally form-fitting revealing his tight,
powerful buttocks, thighs, and lower legs.  The prominent bulge
at his crotch descended a short distance down his left thigh. 
"God... what would it look like if he gets hard," I thought.

  "Excuse me for staring, Mrs. Hunting.  Laura told me you were
stunningly beautiful, but frankly, I wasn't prepared.  Can you
believe that Morrison Fashions even pays me for this?"  We both
grinned, and as I saw his eyes taking in every inch of my face,
breasts, and legs,  I was really glad I had worn one of the
outfits in the closet.  I did my best to remind myself that I was
married, but I failed miserably.  When we left, I could feel the
wetness between my thighs.

  For the next two hours, Greg showed me the entire complex,
providing literature on each facility.  He was always right by my
side with my arm hooked through his.  His cologne was exciting
but not as much as his natural masculine aroma.  It filled my
mind with thoughts of power and virility, so much so that I was
having difficulty concentrating on what he was saying.  My
wetness had increased, and I wondered if he could detect my
feminine aroma the way I was inhaling his masculine scent.

  When the tour was finished, Greg said, "I'll be taking you to
dinner at one of the great restaurants in the complex, if that's
all right with you."

  "Of course," I said trying my best not to sound as excited as I
was.  "That would be great.  What should I wear?"

  "Whatever you like.  Pick something in your closet.  The way
you look, there are no bad choices.  Will 8 PM be too soon?"

  When Greg escorted me to my door, I turned... actually
wondering... maybe hoping... that this exciting male would kiss
me.  Unfortunately, he simply said, "I'll see you at 8.  I'm
really looking forward to the pleasure of your company tonight
and for the next two days, Sandy."

  When I was alone, I felt an urge to masturbate.

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  I had over two hours to get ready for dinner with Greg, and I
spent over an hour of that time searching through the closet for
something elegant, but sexy.  I kept berating myself for what I
was doing.   I had a devoted husband back home, and the first
time in two years that I'm away from him for an extended period,
I'm panting over a gorgeous, hot, hunk that I just met.

  I was fully aware that the problem was not the fact that Greg
was a gorgeous, hot, hunk.  In fact, he was easily the sexiest
hunk I had ever seen in person ... maybe even the sexiest man I'd
ever seen in person, in the movies, in a magazine or any other
place.  But the real problem was that my pussy was equally aware
of how hot Greg was, and right now, it was doing all my thinking.


  Finally, I found what I knew I was going to wear that evening.
I consisted of a soft, white, linen blouse with an elegant collar
that cinched tightly around my waist.  Most importantly, the top
button of the blouse was only a little more than an inch above
the bottom of my breasts.  The black skirt covered my ass by
about two inches when I stood up.  When I sat down... I would
have to be careful not to expose my black panties.

  Searching through the lingerie drawers, I quickly found a pair
of thigh-high, self-supporting black stockings with black lace at
the top.  The stockings were long enough that the short skirt
just barely covered their lace tops when I stood... but, of
course, not when I sat down.  In the closet, I found a pair of
sexy black pumps.

  When I looked in the full length mirror, I didn't think I would
have enough nerve to wear the outfit.  It was so blatantly sexy
and hot, Greg was certain to assume that I wanted to have sex
with him.  When the doorbell rang at 8 PM, I was still dressed in
the same clothes.  I was seated at the desk and called, "Come in.
 The door's open."

  Greg entered.  Jezz ... he looked even hotter than he had that
afternoon.  His silk shirt was opened halfway down his chest with
a gold chain and medallion hanging in the middle.  His tight
pants molded his cock even more so than during the afternoon.

  When I looked at his face, I saw his eyes taking in every inch
of my body the same way I was checking out his.  "My god!", he
said with quiet intensity.  "I thought you were beautiful this
afternoon, but that was nothing compared to the way you look
tonight."

  "Thank you, kind Sir.  Are we ready?  I didn't realize how
hungry I was until about 15 minutes ago."

  Greg didn't move.  He stood rooted on the spot, his eyes
drinking in every inch of my body.  Again, I became acutely aware
of the wetness forming between my thighs.  "Is something wrong?"
I asked.

  "Wrong?  Hell no!  I'm just stunned by your sensuous beauty. 
Ok.  Let's go.  I wouldn't want a beautiful lady to starve to
death on my watch."

  We both giggled as he led me to his car, my arm again hooked
through his.

  Dinner was excellent, and in the middle of the meal, I told him
that.  "It should be," he replied.  "The chef here used to be the
chief chef at "The Court of Two Sisters" in New Orleans before
the hurricane.  Morrison Fashions never does things halfway."

  After dinner, Greg ordered two brandy crepes for dessert. 
Naturally, they were also excellent.  Throughout dinner, Greg
rarely took his eyes off me... most particularly, he never took
them off my breasts.  I could almost feel his eyes caressing
them.

  "When I finished, he suggested, "Shall we go?"

  "What about the bill?"

  "Paid for by Morrison Fashions.  I know a really nice after
hours club where we can dance.  Interested?"

  "Love to," I smiled as once more, I took his arm.

  On the drive to the after hours club, Greg kept glancing over
to enjoy my half exposed breasts.  Once when he did this, he saw
that I was looking at exactly where his eyes were focused.  "I'm
sorry," he said smoothly.  "Your breasts are just too much for me
to resist."

  "You don't need to apologize.  If I hadn't wanted you to look
at them, I wouldn't have worn this blouse."  I was shocked that I
had so bluntly admitted it.  But my next words shocked me even
more.  "I'm surprised you haven't paid any attention to my legs.
I picked out the shortest skirt I could find."

  "I've tried.  Oh Man... have I ever tried!  But at dinner your
legs were hidden under the table and right now I can hardly see
them."

  "Well, the night's not over yet," I grinned.

  The after hours club was crowded , but Greg told me to take
seat.  That there would be no problem because this was official
business for the firm.  He spent five minutes talking to the
manager and apparently got us a table.  As he walked toward me, I
slowly, seductively, raised my legs to the desk top and crossed
my ankles.  The position caused the short skirt to slide all the
up to my hips above the stocking tops completely exposing my
legs.   He stopped in his tracks, staring at my erotic expanse of
my legs.

  "Well, which do you like better?" I asked in a whisper.  "My
tits or my legs."

  "That's an incredibly hard decision to make.  I'm going to need
to explore much more extensively before I can decide."

  Already wet, my pussy now began to throb.

  We ordered a drink and then Greg led me out onto the dance
floor.  When his arms encircled my waist and pulled my body
against his, I could feel myself trembling.  His eyes never left
mine.  I knew he could see the lust in mine.  A moment later his
hands were on my ass, pulling me closer, pressing me against his
hard cock.  At that moment, I knew that I was going to be
unfaithful to my husband for the first time.  Up to the point
that he pressed my mound against his organ, I thought I might be
able to resist; afterward I felt it so close to my pussy, I
knew... absolutely knew... that Greg was going to fuck me, and I
was going to cum more times than I could count while he did it to
me.

  As we danced, the only thing I could think about was how that
huge cock was going to fill me when he fucked me.   Thoughts of
my husband were no where to be found.  Greg moved his hand up to
my chest and cupped my breast.  He only had to open a single
button and my blouse gaped for him.  One quick tug and my bra was
down with one breast completely exposed.  His fingers rolled over
and pulled on my nipple sending waves of sexual heat through my
belly and loins.  I just moaned, my hips hunching against him.

  Pressing his mouth against my ear, he whispered, "Do you want
me to fuck you tonight?  Tomorrow night?  Saturday night?"

  I was shuddering so hard I couldn't speak.  I really didn't
need to speak.  My body and the urgent thrusting of my pussy
against his bulge was answering for me.  "I think we should leave
now!" he said, his voice making it clear that it was pointless
for me to protest.  I was going to be fucked!

  On the drive to the guest house, Greg ordered me to take out my
tits.  I couldn't wait to do it.  When we arrived, this stud had
no intention of allowing me to replace them inside my blouse.  As
he led me inside with my naked tits bouncing, I felt like I was
going to cum before we even reached the bedroom.  We passed one
couple before reaching the entrance.  They both stared at my
naked tits, both smiling.  The man remarked, "You're a lucky guy;
 she's got an incredible pair there."

  As they walked by, the woman stopped, turned toward Greg, and
said in a husky, excited voice, "Don't you just love screwing
married pussy, Honey.  Fuck her hot ass off."

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  As Greg led me into my guest apartment, I was shaking with
excitement and wild desire for this incredible stud.  I briefly
wondered how long he would allow me to remain a faithful wife
before that huge cock shredded my faithfulness forever. 
Actually, it was longer than I thought it would be if you don't
count allowing another man make me cum on his tongue a half dozen
times.  If that counts, then it only took him about 5 minutes to
change me from faithful wife to a moaning, howling slut.

  He didn't even take the time to undress me.  As soon as the
door closed behind us, he had me in his arms, his mouth caressing
mine, his tongue demanding entrance and getting it as I opened my
mouth wide to take his tongue deep inside.  As he tongue fucked
my mouth, his hand worked under my short skirt.

  "Damn Woman!  Your cunt is a swamp.  I LOVE IT!"  he growled at
the same moment as I felt my panties being pushed down my thighs.
 The blouse didn’t last long either as Greg simply ripped it open
with his powerful arms with seemingly no effort.  Buttons flew
everywhere.  One swift motion had my bra down and my tits out.

  The sensations overwhelmed me, and I screamed,
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH   I'M CUMMING... I'M CUMMING... AAAHH  AAAHHH
 AAAHHH... DO IT TO MEEEEE!"

  His mouth left mine and sucked first one nipple and then the
other into his mouth where they were each nipped, sucked, and
licked... over and over... until both of my nipples felt like
they were on fire.  My cunt throbbed each time one of my nipples
throbbed.  "OOohhh what are you doing to meeeeeeeeee...
aaahhhhhhhhhhh... aaahhhhhhhhhhhh... hurts... oohhh god...
hurts... too much... aaaahhhhhhhhhhh...   aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

  As soon as Greg heard me scream that it was hurting, he stopped
every thing and said with genuine concern, "Oh damn... I'm so
sorry.  I didn't realize I was hurting you."

  I began to howl with my loss:  "ooohhh damn you.. damn you...
SUCK ME!  DON'T STOP ... HURT MY TITS... HURT ME... MAKE ME
THROB... AAAAHHHHHHHH...  I'M ABOUT TO CUM... MY CUNT... GET ON
MY CUNT.... GET IN MEEEEE... DO IT TO MEEEE!!

  Even though I knew I was disgracing myself and cuckolding my
innocent husband, it didn't matter.  I wanted his cock...  my
cunt needed his cock.  The masterful stud picked me up and put in
the same chair I was sitting in when he picked me up earlier in
the evening.  This time, however, he had my panties off, my legs
up and pressed back against my tits as his mouth ravished my
convulsing pussy and clitoris.

  I couldn't stop moaning... then howling each time his tongue
lashed my tortured clitoris to another orgasm.  I begged... he
sucked me harder... I came again..  His fingers entered my pussy
and found my G-spot.  Juices were gushing from my hole as my hips
hammered up and down on the chair.

  "Please... Greg... you're gonna kill meeeeeee...  aaahh fuck...
ahhh fuck... aaahhhh fuckkkkkkk.... shit... I'm cumming...
cumminggg...... uunghhhhh.."

  Finally, he stopped, stood up.  He let me catch my breath and
then my face was pulled against his rigid 8-inch, thick shaft. 
The big head butted against my lips seeking entrance.  "What
makes you think I'm going to suck your cock?  I just met you
today and you want me to suck your cock?"  I teased.

  Big mistake.  I had already had a half dozen orgasms so that my
raging sexual desire was calmed enough for me to be able to
tease.  Greg, on the other hand, had not cum.  He was a raging
inferno of masculine lust for my mouth and my cunt.  It was not
the right time to tease him.  "You don't have to suck if you
don't want to, Baby.  I'll just mouth fuck you."

  His powerful hands squeezed against my mandibular joints
forcing my mouth wide open.  An instant later, I had seven inches
of his eight or nine inches of cock buried in my throat.  My cunt
exploded with desire as that thick phallus fucked my mouth hole
like it was my cunt.  I held his tight ass as he powered it in
and out of me.  I was certain that he would unload down my
throat, but this stud wanted his load in my cunt.  Slowly, he
pulled his organ from my lips.

  I almost came again just looking at the gorgeous, huge fuck
stick.  "Oohhh Please, Greg.  Don't make me wait any longer.  I
want this in me... fucking me... all night tonight... tomorrow..
the next day... please... give it to me now.  I'm dying for it."

  Once more, he pushed me back into the chair as I yanked my legs
high and spread.  A moment later, there was no longer a question
about my faithfulness.  The huge sex spike buried inside my
married cunt had disposed of that illusion fully and completely.
He held my ass as he fucked me with hard, driving, unrelenting
strokes to the very bottom of my vagina, reaching spots my
husband's smaller cock had never reached.  My vagina contracted
in a huge spasm about his surging prick.  Once again, I was
screeching and howling in an intense orgasm.

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

  It was 2 AM.  Greg had had me naked in the bed for over an hour
fucking everyone of my holes again and again.  Two massive cum
loads were pooled deep inside my pussy, another was in my ass,
but his cock was still hard... still fucking me.  I couldn't stop
cumming.  I was totally helpless now... nothing more than a
throbbing, moaning, thrashing set of female fuck holes.  And this
stud was using everyone of them with authority and intense
passion.

  I had already cum 12 to 15 times.  My vagina and clit were
exploding so often and so hard there was no way to keep track. 
Now it was Greg's turn.  He was very close to the edge.  His
thrusts picked up speed and force.  Every time he slammed his
thick rod into my waiting pussy, I was jarred backwards.  The
sensations were out of this world as this masterful stud used my
pussy as his personal fuck hole.  I began to howl as another
orgasm engulfed me.  His cock expanded, surged, jerked again and
again as he used my cunt the way a cunt is supposed to be used. 
My entire body thrilled when I heard his grunts of intense male
satisfaction as his semen and sperm poured into my waiting hole.

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

Discussion with the CEO:

  At 10 AM, I was reading a magazine in the CEO's waiting
rooming.  Taking the advice that Laura had given me the previous
afternoon, I had again selected clothing that exposed a lot of
cleavage and a wide expanse of my legs.  I hoped she knew what
she talking about.

  A little after 10 AM, I was escorted into the office of the CEO
of Morrison Fashions, Ms. Margo Daniels.   Ms. Daniels was a
woman in her early 40's still very slim and attractive.  I hoped
I looked as good when I turned 40.  She was a striking woman, not
just beautiful, but also very articulate and sharp.  I wasn't in
the least surprised to find her in the top position with the
firm.

  "We're delighted that you decided to visit us, Sandy.  As we're
are very, very interested in having you and your talented husband
join our executive team at Morrison Fashions.  I trust you had an
enjoyable evening with Greg last night.  Judging from the reports
I've received and from his washed out, drained appearance this
morning, I'd say you had a really wonderful time.  And looking at
your sexy body, I'm sure Greg did too."

  I blushed five shades of red, acutely embarrassed.  "I'm
sorry... Ms. Daniels.  I don't know what to say.  I have no
excuses for my behavior.  I know I've probably wrecked my
husband's chances but please don't tell him about Greg," I
pleaded.

  Margo shook her head emphatically.  "You totally misunderstand,
Sandy.  You've passed the first test of your interview with
flying colors.  I picked Greg because he's the sexiest, most
virile stud I've ever seen.  If you had resisted his charms, you
simply wouldn't be woman enough for us to want you as part of our
executive team... because you see, Sandy, Ryan may think he's the
one we're hiring, but in reality, we're hiring both of you.  As
for telling your husband, forget that nonsense.  Women are the
power behind Morrison Fashions, not men.  We don't tattle to
men... Ever!  Ok?"

  "Thank you, Margo.  I'm still amazed by my actions last night
even if they did allow me to pass my first test."

  "You may be amazed by them, but I trust you will be repeating
them tonight and Saturday night before you leave on Sunday.  I'm
sure Greg will be wild to get into you again.  Will you be
repeating them the next two nights?"

  "There's no way I could not repeat them.  That man really knows
how to ring my bell."

  Margo laughed heartily.  "He knows how to ring my bell too,
Sandy.  He's a master bell ringer."  Now we both laughed.

  "Let's move on to other items.  We have some very important
matters to discuss.  First, did you like the complex?  The
restaurants, the shopping, the clubs, the schools, all that
stuff?  I already know you like the male entertainment we provide
for the wives.  By the way, every person in the complex has
monthly physical check ups that include a test for STD's.  So you
never need to worry on that score with Morrison personnel."

  "I loved it all.  It's fantastic.  The homes are marvelous.  I
have difficulty believing that we could afford homes like that."

  "Believe it, Sandy, believe it.  It's very true.  Now I need to
discuss two more crucial items with you.  The two entertainment
clubs you will be visiting tonight and Saturday night with Greg.
We call them simply Club A and Club B.  Tonight, you will visit
Club A, on Saturday evening, Club B."

  "What about the clubs?" I asked, curious as Laura Bilder had
talked about them on the drive here in somewhat mysterious terms.


  "The clubs are under the complete control of the Executive
Committee of Morrison.  We decide the policies and the rules, and
the rules are rigid with no exceptions.  Individuals who cannot
accept them cannot work with Morrison in this executive complex.
So, I'm going to spend the next three hours telling you every
detail about the clubs, their rules, and their purposes, and how
we go about making the clubs work and function properly."

  "Tonight and tomorrow night you will experience the clubs first
hand with Greg.  On Sunday morning, we will have another frank
discussion.  I will need your assurances that you really wish to
be part of the Morrison Executive Complex."

  "All right, I'm listening," I replied.

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

  It was slightly over three hours before Margo Daniels and I 
completed our discussions.  As I was leaving, I said, "I have one
comment and one question.  May I?"

  "Certainly.  We are completely open here."

  "Thank you.  My comment is that I think the whole idea is
fabulous.  I'm already in love it, but I will do as you say and
see it for myself tonight and Saturday before I talk to you on
Sunday morning."

  "I thought you would be, Sandy.  I can tell you that in all the
years we have operated this complex in the manner we just
discussed, only one woman has opted out.  That's one out of
several hundred over the years.  I had no doubt you would be
impressed."

  "What about the men?  the husbands?"  I asked.

  "The men take more convincing, obviously, but then it really
isn't very hard to convince them.  After all, they're men.  They
think with their little heads most of the time."

  Again, we both laughed.  "Now what was your question, Sandy?"

  "Margo told me that entire Executive Committee is female.  Is
that right?"

  "Absolutely right!  No male advances past the rank of Director
at the Morrison executive complex.  Basically, you could say that
this is a polyandrous society, Sandy."

  "Polyandrous?"

  "Yes... polyandrous.  Look it up before you leave."

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

Ryan and Sandy Visit

  Sandy looked positively radiant when I saw her entering the
airport terminal Sunday afternoon.  As soon as she saw me, she
broke into a huge smile.  A moment later, we were locked in a
passionate embrace right there in the terminal.

  "We better get your bags and held home, Honey.  Otherwise, I'm
going to end you screwing you right here in the terminal."

  "MMmmmm... that sounds hot.  You can screw me anywhere, Lover."

  Once we were in the car, I couldn't wait to ask her what she
thought about Morrison Fashions and the offer.

  "It's even better than we had hoped, Honey.   The place is just
fabulous.  You won't believe how wonderful the homes are... and
we'll be living in one of them.  The complex has every thing...
incredible shopping, tennis and golf club, after hours clubs,
great restaurants, top-rated schools through the 12th grade,
swimming pools, spas, entertainment clubs.  It's wonderful.  They
want us both to visit this next weekend, and Ms. Margo Daniels,
she's the CEO, said they would want our decision before we
leave."

  "It sounds to me like they're going to make us the offer, and
that you've decided we should accept.  Right?"

  "Yeah.  Unless you see something next weekend that would make
you very unhappy.  Margo told me that some of the men would be
discussing the place with you privately so maybe you'll see
something that I missed.  If so, we won't go.  Ok?"

  "Absolutely.  Anything exciting happen during the interview?  I
mean other than the seeing how wonderful the facilities are and
so on?"

  "Not really.  It was a pretty tiring trip and I missed you. 
Especially this big cock of yours," she grinned as she stroked my
member.

  "Ohhh fuck!" I groaned.  "I need you.  I'm about to cum in my
pants."  I drove as fast as safety would allow, even exceeding
the speed limit as much as possible.  Fortunately, I wasn't
stopped by the Highway Patrol.

  As soon as were inside our house, Sandy pushed me into a chair,
unbuckled and stripped off my pants and briefs.  My cock reared
upward to its full, thick 7-inches as soon as she released it. 
Without a moment's hesitation, my wife's mouth engulfed it. The
sight of my surging cock making her cheek bulge outward was
almost enough to make me explode.

  Again and again, Sandy rammed her mouth up and down my shaft,
her tongue exploring the throbbing head and then moving downward
to repeatedly circle the cock ridge.  When she had my entire
shaft thoroughly coated with her saliva, she pushed me in further
until I could feel my cock head up against the entrance to her
throat.  When I tried to ease back to keep from gagging her, she
grasped my hips, pulled me even closer, and thrust her mouth
downward.  The sensation of my cock entering my wife's throat for
the very first time was awesome!

  Once the head was inside her throat, Sandy slammed her head all
the way down my throbbing rod until her lips were wrapped around
the very base of my prick.  As she sucked, her head moved
continuously up and down allowing the head to just exit her
throat.  As soon as it was out, she forced it back into her
gullet.

  As she sucked me, her hand moved to her hips and pulled her
skirt up to her waist.  Once the skirt was out of the way, her
hand jerked her panties to one side to allow her fingers to
stroke her cunt as she sucked me.  When my hips began to thrust
in and out of her throat, my wife started moaning and grunting:

  "UUmmm... UUmmm  UUmmmmm... gghhaaaaa... uummmm... aahh.. ugh..
ummmm.."  Over and over.

  When I was about to cum, she pulled my out of her throat and
mouth.  "Not yet, you hot fuck stud," she snarled.  Climbing onto
the desk, she let her head ball backwards over the edge, looked
up at me, and groaned, "Fuck my mouth like this, Baby.  Don't
worry about making me gag.  I won't.  Just use my mouth like
you're fucking my cunt."

  As I shoved my cock all the way into her throat, Sandy bent her
knees and raised her legs.  As my cock fucked her throat, her
fingers were fucking wildly in and out of her cunt.   She came
before I did.  Loud, banshee-like screeches exploded around my
embedded cock.  Once more, before I could shoot, she jerked her
head away from my now pulsing cock.

  Sandy rolled onto her back, and I lifted one of her legs up
onto my shoulder, spreading the other out to the side.  She took
hold of my cock and guided the head into her hot, pulsing slot. 
I rammed it in deep and hard.

  "Aaahh, " she sighed, her hips thrusting upwards. As hard as I
had hit into her, I had expected a ragged intake of breath
followed by a shriek of mixed pain and pleasure.

  I began fucking my wife.  Her hands held my hips as her ass
worked up and down each time I stroked into her hot pit.  Her ass
was moving, thrusting.  She was fucking me as much as I was
fucking her.  It was awesome, but in the back of my mind, I
thought that her throbbing glory hole was looser than it had been
just four days ago.

  "OOOOhhh I love you, Ryan.  I love you!  I love you!" she
moaned, her hips and cunt hammering against me in wild fuck
motions.

  When I leaned into her and drove my cock hard against her womb,
instead of the gasp of momentary pain I expected, she pulled my
head down, pressed her lips against my ear, and whispered, "Oh
Yes! Ryan.  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, my hot, sweet, stud. 
Screw my cunt off, Baby!"

  I didn't have much time to think.  I desperately needed to cum.
 Shoving my hands beneath her ass, I cupped her firm cheeks, and
jerked her up to me as I plowed her hot hole with my throbbing
rod.

  "Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh," she moaned"

  The desk began to squeak like it might break apart,  "Sweet
hot, fuck dick," she husked, her head lolling about on the desk.
"Harder, Honey!  Sock it to me!  Sock that big cock up my cunt,
Lover.  Fuck me good!"

  There was no way I could hold my load back.  My buttocks
contracted and a huge stream of hot cum roared into my wife's
waiting cunt.  She felt me jerking inside her and her own orgasm
erupted.  "Oh you hot fucking bastard... you're making me
cummmmmmmmmm... fill me, fuck me, screw meeeeeeeeeeeee...
AAAAHHHHHH!!"


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

  The following weekend, Sandy and I flew back to the California
Morrison complex.  As before, Laura Bilder met us at the airport.
 Of course, this time, there was no need for a sign as she and
Sandy knew each other on sight.

  When we got into the limo, Sandy and I sat together facing the
front of the car while Laura sat in the seat facing us so we
could talk easily during the hour trip to the complex.  Of
course, I noticed immediately that she was a very attractive
woman in spite of the somewhat conservative business suit she
wore.  The metallic blue suit and white lace blouse covered all
of her breasts, but on the plus side, the skirt was short, coming
only to mid-thigh.

  As I checked out our traveling companion, I noticed my wife
looking at me.  "Shit," I thought, we're here five minutes and
I'm already in trouble.  I knew there was no way Sandy hadn't
seen me checking out Laura's legs.

  When Laura turned to the front seat to give our driver some
directions, I took the opportunity to speak very quietly to my
wife.  "I'm sorry, Honey.  Just letting the little head do my
thinking.  I hope I didn't embarrass you too much by leering at
Laura's legs.  Anyway.  I'm sorry.  It won't happen again."

  "You never need to apologize to me, Darling, for being a hot,
randy man.  I would hate it if you weren't.  Besides, if the sexy
bitch didn't want you to see her legs, she wouldn't be wearing
that short skirt.  And if that's not enough, I wear even shorter
skirts all the time, and you don't get mad at me because I enjoy
men checking out my legs.  So relax, Darling, and if she shows
you more, be sure to check it all out."

  During the trip to the complex, Laura told me about my schedule
for the three-day interview.  It was packed.  "As you can see,
Sandy, Ryan is going to be busy essentially all day, everyday. 
But the evenings will be free time for the two of you to look at
houses or go dancing.  During the day, Greg has arranged riding
lessons for you each day, and he said you told him last week that
you enjoyed tennis, so he has arranged that as well.  Of course,
there's shopping, movies, and TV, so I think you won't be too
bored while Ryan is going through the interview process."

  As Laura discussed the schedule and filled me in on various
details about the complex, I was being treated to more and more
of her body.  Halfway there, she complained about the heat in the
car and took off her suit coat.  The lace blouse was partially
transparent revealing some of breasts.  I glanced over at my wife
who just smiled knowingly at me.

  By the time we were almost there, Laura was sitting with her
legs crossed but not in the usual manner in which a woman crosses
her legs.  She didn't quite have her left ankle resting on her
right knee, but it was close.  Her left knee was high causing her
skirt to ride almost all the way up to her panties.  I was now
staring at most of her legs.

  When the limo pulled to a stop in front of the guest house,
Laura uncrossed her legs and as she exited the car, she spread
them wide giving me an unobstructed view all the way up to where
her panties should have been, but weren't.  As I got out, Laura
said softly, "I really enjoyed meeting you, Ryan.  I hope I get
to see a lot more of you.  Please give me a call."  She pressed a
small slip of paper into my hand as she got back into the limo. 
Since I had looked away, I failed to see the wink she and my wife
exchanged.

  When I later looked at the slip of paper, I found Laura's
address at the complex and her phone number.

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

  The entire next morning was spent giving me a complete tour of
the complex and its facilities.  After a light lunch, I inspected
the computational and graphics facilities and met the staff.  It
took very little time for me to see that Morrison had virtually
all the modern hardware and software requirements to make the
operation state-of-the-art.  Consequently, I spent most of the
time talking to the staff and listening to their ideas, their
complaints, and suggestions.  I made copious notes.  After two
hours, I had to leave for my next appointment.  As I was leaving
I overheard one senior staff member remark, "That guy not only
knows computers and graphics software inside out, but he's a
great 'people person'.  I hope to hell the Executive Committee
hires him."

  My last appointment of the afternoon was with Jordan Hightower,
the Director of Finance.  I had over two hours scheduled with
Jordan, and he spent the first hour acquainting me with the
financial operation of the complex, the methods used to obtain
needed equipment, the requisition and accounting procedures, and
finally, and probably most importantly, the budget I would have
as Director of Computer and Internet Marketing and Advertising. 
It was substantially more than I anticipated.

  When Jordan finished, he said, "Look.  We've still got over an
hour.  How about you and I head out to Hank's Tavern.  It's only
a block away, and I'll be able to speak privately there a lot
better than here.  You game?"

  "Absolutely!  Lead the way."

  "As we left the Finance offices for the walk to Hank's, Jordan
asked, "Where's your wife this afternoon while you're talking to
everyone at Morrison?"

  "I believe she's taking a riding lesson."

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

  "Oh..ugh.. oohhh... aaahhh... ooohhh... yess... ohhh... god...
I missed your big dick, Baby.  Pump me harder...harder... mmmm...
yes.. yes!  like that... aaahhhh!!"

  "Ride it, you hot Slut.  Pump that hot ass on my big cock,
Sandy.  OOhhh... shit... your cunt is so damn tight."

  "My husband was disturbed when I got home after last weekend.
He didn't think my pussy was as tight as he remembered.  That's
your fault you big cocked Stud."

  "Want me to stop!"

  "Shut up and fuck me... Am I riding it the you like it to have
a woman ride you, Greg?"

  "Oh yeah... You ready for me pump your hot married cunt to
another cum, Baby?"

  "OH GOD YES!  MAKE ME CUMMMMMM!!"

  Greg took Sandy's gyrating ass in his hands, held her steady
and began to power hard, rapid, driving thrusts into the bottom
of her cunt.  The hot blonde grunted every time the big head
thudded into her womb.

  "OH YOU HOT FUCKING BASTARD... FUCK ME HARDER... UGH UGH UGH
UGH... YESSSS... I'M CUMMING... OH I'M FUCKING CUMMING AGAIN!"

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

  Jordan and I were both working on our second brew, when he
leaned closer and asked, "Have you been clued in about the two
entertainment clubs available to the executives?"

  "You mean the after-hours clubs ... the dance clubs?"

  "No.  These are special clubs.  They're just called Club A and
Club B."

  "No.  No one has said a word to me about it.  Sounds
interesting.  What are they?"

  "Let me give you some background first.  When Morrison Fashions
first set up this complex as their central headquarters about 20
years ago, it was a near disaster.  The reason there are so many
shops, restaurants, clubs, golf courses, and so on is that we're
very isolated here.  It's 40 miles to the nearest town, and
that's only got a population of about 40,000.  All the facilities
are to keep the employees happy."

  "Well, that sounds like a good idea.  Why was it a disaster? 
They didn't have the clubs then?  Is that it?"

  "No.  Not at all.  They were first things built.  The problem
was sex.  A lot of men get really tired of screwing the same
pussy all the time no matter how sexy that pussy is.  I mean,
after you've fucked a pussy a thousand times, it's gets sort of
boring... know what I mean?"

  "I can see that and being so far from civilization, so to
speak, the men started affairs with the other wives.  When these
were discovered... disaster!"

  "That's the idea, but it was even worse.  Women get tired of
the same cock all the time too.  So the women were seducing the
other husbands.  Basically, everything fell apart."

  "I can see the problem.  What was done about it?"

  "They established Clubs A and B.  Club A is essentially a swing
club for all the executives.  Club A is open two nights a week,
Saturday and Wednesday.  Once Club A came into existence, the
affairs and seductions stopped.  Why bother seducing a guy whom
you can fuck him twice a week if you want to?  Why chase another
man's wife when you can bang her two nights a week?  Get the
idea?  Problem solved."

  "Sort of...but what if half of the executives don't want to
join the Club A?  What do they do about that?  I would think that
the percentage participating would be far less than 50%."

  "Have you noticed how sexy and attractive all the women here
are?  That's no accident.  That's one hiring criterion.  Notice
the men.  We all look pretty good.  No big beer bellies, no low
libidos.  And the male staff all look like centerfolds for
'Playgirl'."

  "I thought you said that only the executives are members?"

  "True, but certain male staff members are always invited. 
That's part of their job.  Problem is that one woman needs more
than one man to keep her completely satisfied.  So we men get
some help from the staff."

  "Anyway, very, very few men turn down membership.  Less than
2%.  Those that decline do not have their contracts renewed after
the two-year probationary period.  So what man is going to give
up the opportunity to screw all that hot pussy and give up the
all the perks and the huge salary we're paid.  I can tell you...
essentially no one."

  "Ok... that's reasonable.  But what about the wives?"

  "Each man has got to find a way to convince his wife to
participate.  It takes some planning and some guile, but so far
as I know, every wife has finally joined.  It took me over six
weeks to persuade my wife.  Now, she can't wait for Wednesday and
Saturday."

  "I doubt that I could ever get Sandy to agree.  She will demand
that I resign."

  "That's possible, but usually avoidable if you work at it. 
That's why I'm giving you this 'heads-up'.  Let's you plan you
strategy.  And the other wives can sometimes help a lot.  Martha
would be happy to help you.. even give some hints as to how to
persuade your wife.  Thing to remember is that if you want to
continue working at Morrison Fashions, you need to get her on
board before two years elapse."

  "Ok.  I’ll think about it.  I've already seen several sexy
women I would enjoy fucking."

  "And you will... you will... just as soon as you can get your
wife to spread her legs on Wednesday and Saturday evenings.  By
the way, sex with someone other than your spouse at other times
is strictly forbidden."

  "I've got the picture about Club A.  What's Club B?  Another
swing club?"

  "No.  But let's take things one at a time.  You need to
concentrate on getting your wife comfortable with Club A before
worrying about Club B.  It's getting close to 5 PM.  You think
your wife is finished with her riding lesson yet?"

  "Probably.  If not, she's very close to finishing."

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  "OOHHHH FINISH ME, GREG.  I'M ALMOST THERE... AAAHH AHAHHH
AAAHHH... YES.. LIKE THAT ... LIKE THAT.. HARDER, HONEY.. ALL THE
WAY IN...OOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG!!"

  "Take it Slut.  Take my cock, Baby!"

  "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh aahh aah aah aah aah aah... yes yes yes
yes yes... AAAEEEEIIIIIIIIIIII.... I'M CUMMING!!  OH SHIT...
YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!"

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

Persuasion:

  I didn't have the slightest idea how to convince my wife that
we should participate in swinging activities at Club A on
Wednesday and Saturday evenings.  I was virtually certain that
she would flatly refuse.  But that was not the worse result...
she might throw me out of the house and demand a divorce.

  But a quarter of a million dollar per year salary and all the
fantastic fringe benefits offered by Morrison Fashions was a lot
to just throw away without even testing the waters... so to
speak.  The firm was even now in the process of building the home
we had selected and designed.  Sandy seemed to love the riding
lessons she was taking daily as well as the beauty salon, spa,
shopping, etc.  And, to top it all, I really liked my job and its
challenge.  Consequently, I decided to try.

  After dinner that evening, Sandy wanted to know every thing
about my day.  I pulled her delectable body onto my lap and
described all my meetings that day.  I told how impressed I was
with the facilities and with the quality of the staff and the
equipment in my division.  I did not, however, relate my
conversation with Jordan Hightower.

  "I think you really liked it here, Honey.  Is that right?"
Sandy asked as her ass squirmed back and forth on what was now a
very hard erection.

  "Not as much as I like feeling your sexy ass grinding on my
cock, Beautiful."

  "MMMmmmmm... I can tell how much you like it.  But aside from
my ass, did you like it?  Will you accept the job if they offer
it?"

  "Absolutely, but right now, I have a very hard problem."

  "I'm very skilled at handle hard problems like yours, Lover. 
I've had a lot of practice."

  "Oh?  Really?  That's a hot thought.  Ever practice with anyone
besides me?"

  "Of course, Honey.  You know I wasn't a virgin when we started
dating."

  "Just a moment, Honey.  I really need to get my cock into you.
Let me take off my pants."

  I stood up and removed my pants and briefs.  My rigid cock was
nearly straight up.  I was so hard, it seemed to be somewhat
bigger than my normal 7 inches."

  "Damn, Baby.  You are hard!  I mean really HARD!  Is that the
same cock that's been screwing me for the last two years?  I WANT
THAT!"

  Reaching beneath her skirt, my wife slipped her panties down
her thighs and mounted me.  The wetness of her cunt matched the
hardness of my dick allowing me slide easily into her depths as
she settled her ass down on me.  "AAAAAHHH... fuck... your cunt
feels incredible!"

  Sandy slowly pumped her hips up and down on my shaft.  "AAAhhhh
god.  You feel like a hot, iron bar inside me... oh oh oh..
ummmmmm."

  As we fucked, I whispered, "So tell me, you hot slut, how many
men fucked you before we got together?"

  "Why do you want to know that stuff, Lover?"

  "I just do!" I grunted as I powered another deep stroke all the
way into the bottom of my wife's vagina.

  "UGH!  OH SHIT!  THAT'S BIG.  HARD!  It really turns you on to
hear about guys who've fucked me doesn't it?  AAhhh.. UGH! UGH! 
I guess I just got my answer... ooohhh uummmmmmmmm... Harder,
Stud.  Harder!"

  "Tell me!" I ordered squeezing my wife's erect nipples bringing
moans of pain/passion from her lips.

  "Oh god... I guess I have to tell you... ooohhh Man!  What a
cock!  Sock it into meeeeeeeeee, Lover... Sock it into meeeeee! 
17!  Oohh... oohh..  oohh.."

  "Seventeen men fucked you before I did?

  "Yes... yes... yes... Now I've told you.  Screw me, Honey. 
Please.  I need to cum."

  "Not until you tell me some details... like how often... how
many times in you."

  Sandy's hips pumped wildly on my cock.  She ground her clitoris
hard against my pubic bone in a desperate effort to get herself
off.  "Please, Ryan.  Please!  Fuck me!  Let me cum and I promise
to tell you every thing.  Just fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!"

  I rolled my wife over onto her back on the couch, shoved her
knees up next to her tits to expose her wet, throbbing honey pot,
and plowed my prick deep inside.  My hips hammered in stroke
after stroke, my buttocks clenching hard to grind into her womb
when I was planted all the way inside her convulsing tunnel.

  Sandy began to grunt uncontrollably... her tongue lolled out of
her wide open mouth.  Her eyes clenched shut as her pussy
exploded in a series of intense contractions.  Her juices
spurted, drenching the cushion of the couch.  I felt her sharp
fingernails on my back, digging in, bringing blood, her voice a
continuous, loud, banshee scream of female pleasure.

  In the midst of her intense orgasm, my balls exploded sending
sperm and semen shooting down the length of my deeply implanted
cock where it spewed out into the bottom of her cunt in a half
dozen thick, hard jets.

  Later, as I lay atop her panting body, my cock still deeply
sunk into her drenched, cum-filled cunt, I whispered, "Ok, you
hot Slut.  Out with it.  All the dirty secrets you've been hiding
from your husband."

  "Are you really sure you want to hear all this, Honey?  I don't
want to hurt you.  All this was before I even met you."

  "I know, but it excites me.  A lot.  You already know that."

  "How do I know that?"

  "The roses I sent when I got the initial phone call from
Morrison Fashions.  Remember?  You teased me about thinking they
were from another man whom you said you were certain would be
fucking you the next time you met him.  Remember what happened?"

  "Vividly, Lover, vividly.  You got hard as hell.  I mean RIGID.
 I remember it very well.  I just didn't want to bring it up
again for fear of hurting or embarrassing you.  But you really do
get hot and hard thinking about another man's cock fucking me...
making me scream and moan... making your wife cum."

  I moaned, and Sandy's eyes flew open.  "My god!  Your cock!  I
don't believe it.  You're getting hard again... and you just
pumped a huge load into me.  You're thinking about me spreading
my legs for another man, aren't you?  Thinking about his big cock
sinking into your wife's hot, wet cunt... stretching me open...
making me beg him to fuck me harder."

  Fully hard again, I began to slowly fuck my wife as she talked.

  "A football player in high school broke your wife's cherry,
Baby.  After that, he fucked me on almost every date for the next
four months until graduation."

  My cock lurched inside my wife's cunt.  She grinned and wrapped
her legs around my hips pulling me deep into her sex saddle as
she continued her story.

  In college, I became a real slut.  During my initiation party
for my sorority, three guys nailed me in one of the bedrooms. 
One at a time.  I dated one of them for six months.  By the end
of that time, he had trained me to take it up my ass just as
easily as he fucked my cunt.

  During the summer, four more guys fucked your wife.  Each one
of them was doing me regularly.  I kept a log that summer.  There
were only three days I wasn't fucked at least once.  Usually I
would get it from two different cocks each day.  This must be
torture for you, Darling.  Do you want me to stop?"

  "Don't stop.  Don't stop.  Please, don't stop," I begged as my
hips hammered in and out of my wife's cum-filled, squishing
pussy.

  "During my sophomore year, I got gang banged by four studs at a
frat party.  They kept me in bed all night taking turns fucking
me.  By morning, each of them had had me 5 or 6 times... three
times in my cunt... three times in my ass.  I sucked them off
too."

  "During my junior and senior years, I dated a lot of guys. 
Five of them, one black, ended up fucking me regularly.  Then I
met you, and I just knew that you were the one I wanted for the
rest of my life."

  "I can't hold it any longer," I screamed.  "I've got to cum!"

  "I know.  I don't want you to hold it.  I want it up my cunt. 
Pump it in, Stud.  Shoot me full."

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

  After taking a shower, we got dressed to go out for dinner. 
Watching my beautiful wife, I began to get nervous.  "Were you
totally grossed out by my getting so excited by hearing about
your past lovers?"

  "Grossed out?  Are you teasing me, Ryan?  I loved it.  I've
been hiding those dirty secrets ever since we met.  It's such a
wonderful feeling to finally have expunged that demon."

  "Your secrets weren't dirty... they were erotic and incredibly
hot.  I loved hearing them."

  "MMMmmm... the next time we're in bed, you have to tell me
about the women you've fucked.  Turn about is fair play."

  "Ok," I laughed, "but I can see why you were nervous.  Just
thinking about telling my wife about other women is making me
very nervous."

  "Don't be.  I'll get just as hot as you did... well, almost, at
least.  I mean you'll really went wild!  I loved it!"

  When I opened the front door for my wife, I stopped her in the
threshold.  "I want to ask one more question about your secrets."

  "Well, I hardly have much left to hide, Darling.  Go ahead."

  "When was the last time you let another man fuck you and who
was it?"

  "Promise me that you won't explode with anger and divorce me?"

  "That's the world's easiest promise to make.  I'm never going
to let you go."

  "Ok.  It was a week before we were married, during rehearsal
one evening.  My mother was tired and you drove her home while I
waited at the church for you to return."  I was really amazed to
find how easily I could lie and deceive my trusting husband.

  "I remember that!  Who fucked you?"

  "Remember your frat brother, Ray?"

  "Ray?  You mean Ray Stallard?  My best man?"

  "He may have been your 'best man', but he wasn't mine.  You
were my 'best man' and still are.  But Ray was the second best
man."

  "How did it happen?"

  "I went into the dressing room to change out of my jeans and
sweatshirt into something nice for our date that evening.  I was
down to just my bra and panties, when Ray opened the door looking
for me.  At that moment, I was bent over searching for the
clothes I was going to wear that night.  Apparently, my panties
were pulled deeply into my ass crack and concealed essentially
nothing."

  "Ray pretty much knew this was his one and only chance.  He
took off his pants and shorts, locked the door, and moved behind
me.  The first time I knew he was there was when his fingers
began to stroke my pussy while his other hand was under my bra
working on my erect nipple."

  "What did you do?"

  "I screamed something like, 'What the hell do you think you're
doing Ray?'"

  "He whispered softly in my ear, 'That should be obvious, Sandy.
 I'm going to fuck you.  You have a lifetime to fuck Ryan.  This
is my one and only chance.  If you scream again, I'll leave, but
I really wish you wouldn't.'  Right then, he jerked my panties
aside and pushed his big, hard cock between my thighs up against
my naked pussy.  He didn't enter me...just moved it back and
forth over my slit and clitoris."

  "Again, he whispered, 'If you don’t scream, I'm going to put my
cock inside your wet pussy and fuck you, Sandy.'"

  I couldn't move.  Instead of screaming, I realized that I was
panting and moaning softly.  Ray told me to bend over further and
spread my feet apart.  I did, and he put it in me.  Oh god, Ryan,
did he ever put it in me.  I came almost immediately.  Before you
returned, I had had four or five orgasms and Ray had put two big
loads of cum into me."

  "So when we went out that night, one week before we were
married, my fiancée’s pussy had two huge cum  loads in it.  Is
that right?"

  "Yes.  Two very big loads that were running down my thighs for
most of the evening."  She felt my cock and found another raging
erection.  "DAMN!" she gasped.  "Your cock is like iron again!  I
think I've found the magic button to press whenever I need my
husband to give a hard, hot fucking."

  Over dinner that night, I told Sandy what Jordan had told me
about Club A.  When I finished, I asked, "Do you think you would
be interested?"

  "No.  I don't think so, Darling.  All that screwing around was
before I married the hottest, most loving man in the world.  I
really don't have much desire to have other men any more.  Are
you furious with me?"

  "How can I be furious because my wife has just told me that she
only wants me?  I love you, Sandy.  Period.  I always will."

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

  Two weeks later, Joanne Bowers and I were relaxing in the
beauty salon's spa.  Joanne had been a Morrison wife for three
years as opposed to my three weeks.  She had spent some time
giving me hints as to things I needed to do and methods I could
use to bring Ryan around if there were problems.

  "So are you still stringing the poor guy along, Sandy?"

  With a big grin, I admitted that I was and that I was enjoying
doing it.  "It's really hot to listen to him trying to persuade
me that I might enjoy another man's cock in me."

  "What do you generally say when he's begging like that?"

  "Oh, I listen to very carefully... mmmmmmmm.... then say I
don't think I could do that, Ryan. AAAHH!  I really only want
your dick in me... mmmmmmmmmmm"

  "That's really is wild, isn't it.  I teased Ben the same way. 
He was begging me... really begging me, to just try it one time.
Once, he even called me in the afternoon when I was entertaining
the golf pro, Stan Anderson.  Ben was urging me to try it while
Stan was plowing my pussy with the hardest fucking he had ever
given me.  It really turned him on to know I was talking to my
husband on the phone while he was screwing me.  I had to bite my
knuckle to keep from screaming.... AAAAEEEEIIIIIII.. ooohhh
fuck!"

  "Any suggestions as to how .... uunnggh... I should ...
mmmmmmmm... give in?"

  "Aahh  aahh  aahh.. whatever turns him on... oouuuuu.. on the
most."

  "Well.. I know what that is."

  "What?"

  "He gets hard as stone when I .... ugh ugh!  tell him about
guys who have FUCKED MEEEEEEEEEEEEE...."

  It was becoming too difficult to continue the conversation. 
Neither woman could stop moaning as her masseur was now steadily
and forcefully driving his cock between her up thrust buttocks
and into the waiting cunt as she lay on her stomach.

  Sandy groaned huskily.  "Oh fuck, Joanne, this one's really
big.  Thick.  Oh shit.  He's stretching meeeeeeeeee.  Ryan can
usually tell when I've been stretched.  What about yours?"

  "He's like a beer can... just fucking thick... aahhhhhh oh my
god... I'm getting it, Sandy... oh fuck... am I ever getting it."
 Joanne's shriek of intense pleasure attracted the attention of
several other wives whose masseurs were not yet fucking them.

  The head masseur walked by and watching his two employees
fucking the two women.  "Sandy!  Put your head down and arch your
ass.  Make your cunt a good target so David cad really fuck you
right.  Look at Joanne.  See how high she's got her ass with her
head down.  Do what she's doing.  NOW!"

  When Sandy pushed her ass higher, she was rewarded with even
deeper strokes to the bottom of her throbbing vagina.  She howled
with female pleasure.  "See how much better it is when you
present your cunt properly to a man.  Remember that!"

  At that moment, Sandy heard Joanne begging, "Please, Baby. 
Turn me over... get on top of me.  Really pound me, Hon.  Fuck my
husband's private pussy, Baby."

  Both woman wailed and screamed as the two men ejaculated inside
their wide open cunt holes.

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

Threesome:

  It had been three weeks since I first mentioned Club A to my
wife.  She would still occasionally tell me some hot details
about the men who had fucked her before we met, and every time, I
would get a raging erection and end up having wild, hard sex with
her.  She always had several orgasms and seemed to like this as
much as I did, but when it came to actually doing it at Club A,
the answer was 'no'.

  There was no way I was going to tell Sandy that if she didn't
spread her legs for other men at Club A, my employment with
Morrison Fashions would be terminated after two years.  I had no
interest in coercing my wife into sex with other men; if she
didn't want to do it, then that was the end of that.  There were
many jobs available for someone with my abilities and talents, so
I really wasn't worried about having to find another position.

  After a couple of weeks of effort with no success, I had ceased
to discuss other men and Club A with Sandy.  It was pointless to
do so and continuing would clearly be abusive.

  During my fourth week with Morrison, I finished up early on a
Wednesday afternoon, a very, very rare occurrence with all the
responsibilities my position carried.  As a result, I got home
around 4 PM instead of my usual time somewhat after 5:00.

  Sandy as busy unpacking some boxes she had obviously gotten on
a trip to several of the many shops available in the complex. 
She smiled broadly when she saw me.

  "Hi, there.  You're home early.  Every thing Ok at the office?"

  "Every thing is functioning smoothly.  So smoothly, that I
finished early and hurried home to my sexy wife."

  "MMmmmm... I like that!"  When I took her response as an
encouraging invitation, she quickly corrected me.

  "You're going to have to hold those sexy thoughts, Darling.  I
have to dress for the evening and so do you.  We're going out to
dinner and afterwards, I have reservations at an after hours
club, "Night on the Town", for drinks, dancing, and ... well...
whatever."

  Focusing primarily on her drawn out, vague "whatever", I said,
"Sounds great.  What time are our dinner reservations?"

  "7 PM at the Chalkboard."

  "That's three hours.  We have time for some bed fun, don't we?"

  "We have the time, but I would really prefer to postpone that
until tonight.  I want you primed, horny, and ready, Honey.  And
I'd like to be that way myself.  Would you mind waiting?"

  For an answer, I winked at my wife and said, "I guess I go
shower, shave, and get ready."

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

  At 6:30, I was in the den watching the evening news while
waiting for my wife to make her appearance for our evening out. 
When she entered, I lost all interest in the news program.  Sandy
was dressed in an absolutely skin-tight red dress that looked as
if it had been sprayed onto her body.  There were spaghetti
straps over both shoulders and that was it.  She was wearing dark
stockings with slightly darker tops and red fuck-me shoes with
hot-looking five-inch, stiletto heels.

  Sandy struck a seductive pose with her hand one on hip and
said, "Well, are you glad I made you wait earlier?  Do I look too
slutty in this?  Want me to change?"

  "You look slutty as hell!  And I love it!  Are you naked under
that dress?"

  "Of course not!" my wife protested, but with a devilish smile.
"But when I sit down, a lot shows.  See."

  Sandy sat down and with her legs pressed together in front of
her.  Even with her modest posture, the dress was so tight that
it pulled high on her thighs well above the tops of her
stockings.  Her legs looked just incredible.  I could feel myself
getting hard looking at her.

  "Are you still ok with the dress?"

  "I'm in love with that dress!" I groaned.  "But I don't believe
you're wearing anything underneath it.  It's too tight... too
form-fitting."

  "Ok.  I guess I have to prove that I'm not naked under my dress
like some cheap whore."  My crossed her legs holding her left
knee high with her hands.  The position exposed another several
inches of her thighs, which was enough to let me see the white
garter straps from her tight corset.

  "Ok.  I apologize.  You're right.  You are wearing something
underneath.  That corset has to be the tightest corset on the
planet under that dress."

  "Yeah, it is," Sandy with a broad grin.

  "But, you sure as hell aren't wearing a bra.  I can almost see
your nipples through the material of that dress."

  "Now, it your turn to be right, Darling.  No.  I'm not wearing
a bra.  Do you mind?"

  "Mind?  Do I look retarded?  Hell no, I don't mind.  I have an
erection just looking at you.  Do you have any panties on
underneath that corset?"

  "I refuse the answer that question, Honey.  Fifth amendment and
all that stuff, you know."

  "God!  You don't, do you?  Spread your legs!  Show me, you hot,
sexy slut!"

  "Yes, Sir," Sandy responded with a pout.  She uncrossed her
legs and again put her knees tightly together.  She turned so
that she was facing me.  "Do I have to, Honey?"

  "Spread.  Now!"  I ordered, almost unable to stand the
suspense.

  Slowly my wife opened her legs.  When they were wide open, she
leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees.  Her five-inch
heels elevated her knees almost up to her tits completely exposed
her naked cunt.  I could even see the moisture on her lips and
her excited, erect clitoris peeking from its hood.

  "You were right again, Darling.  Your wife's hot, wet cunt is
naked under her dress.  Are you ready to take me to dinner,
Lover?"

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

  Dinner was great, as usual.  I gave the waiter my credit card
as he stared down my wife's cleavage.  She was so hot, I really
couldn't get mad at the man.  He would have to be gay to resist
staring at Sandy the way she was dressed.  My cock was hard; I
wondered if his was.

  After the waiter left to put the charges on my credit card,
Sandy moved her chair closer to me.  "I need to talk you before
we leave here.  I haven't told you every thing about the plans
for tonight."

  "What else is your hot, sexy brain planning?"

  "Do you know Alan Dailey?"

  "Alan Dailey?  The name sounds familiar.  Isn't he the tennis
pro or the swimming instructor at the Morrison wellness
facility?"

  "He's the tennis pro, Honey."

  "Ok.  I've seen him a couple of times, but haven't really met
him.  Why?"

  "But you've seen him?"

  "Yeah.  A couple of times."

  "What did you think of his appearance?"

  I could see the interest in my wife's face, and I could sense
the lust in her voice.  "Looks like a typical athlete... trim,
strong, agile, fast... good-looking, masculine body, and, as I
remember, a rather handsome face.  Obviously, he's got you really
turned on."

  "I'm sorry, Darling.  I didn't realize it was that obvious. 
Anyway, I know how much it excites you to hear about my having
sex with other men.  And, you were trying for two weeks to
persuade me to at least try out Club A and swinging.  So, I've
invited Alan to join us tonight at the "Night on the Town" club."

  "Join us?  What does that mean?"

  "It means that unless you change your mind in the next 30
minutes or so, my guess is that Alan will be fucking me tonight.
Are you really Ok with this?  I don't want an angry, jealous
husband or one who ends up hating what I've done."

  "I think I'm Ok with the idea.  At least, my cock is hard as
stone thinking about it."

  "I know, but it's one thing to just imagine it... to think
about it.  It's going to be totally different when you see him
feeling me, caressing my tits, playing with my pussy, finger
fucking me, getting me hot and desperate for his cock, and then
later in the evening, knowing I'm somewhere with him and he's
fucking me as I scream and beg him to give it me harder."

  I didn't know what to say.  When I remained silent, Sandy
continued.  "Right now, you say you're Ok with my plan.  So we'll
go to "Night on the Town" and meet Alan.  If at any time... at
any time... you change your mind for any reason... too much
stress... jealousy... insecurity... whatever...  you're to say,
'It's getting late, Sandy.  I think we need to be going.'  That's
the signal that you've changed your mind, and I'll stop
immediately.  Understand?"

  "Yes... sounds like a good plan.  But I have a question.  With
me there, Alan isn't going to hit on you.  I don't see that
anything could possibly happen."

  My wife shook her head.  "Don't worry about that.  I'm almost
certain a lot will happen unless you stop it.  You see, I told
Alan that we're swingers who often like threesomes.  So, he
expects you to be present... to participate in some way.  I
thought that would be more enjoyable for you, but if I'm wrong,
you need to stop it, or if you don't want to stop it, but also
don't want to watch him fucking me, just say you're not feeling
well and are going home.  Just tell us to have fun or something
like that."

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

  Over an hour later, we were in the dimly lighted "Night on the
Town" club.  Alan sat next to my wife on a couch and I was seated
in a lounge chair facing them.  He was around 27 or so and just
as handsome as I had remembered.  My wife was entranced and
getting hotter by the minute.

  By this time, she had her legs up on the seat of the couch. 
The position had her dress almost all the way up to her hips
exposing all of thighs and the garter straps.  She still had her
legs together concealing her pussy.  The top of her dress was now
lower than it had been when we were having dinner.  Obviously, my
randy wife had pulled it down when she was in the ladies room.

  Rising to his feet, Alan said, "How about dancing with me,
Sandy?  Is that Ok, Ryan?"  When I nodded, my wife took his arm
as he led her onto the dance floor, her face flushed with
excitement.

  Alan was a fast worker.  He wasted no time pressing my wife's
body against his own.  Her head rested on his chest.  Alan had
his hands around her body and was sensuously stroking them up and
down her back.  In just a minute or two, his hands were stroking
and caressing her ass.

  He pressed his mouth against my wife's ear and I could see his
lips moving as he whispered to her.  She nodded and immediately,
I saw her hips begin to move up and down against what I knew had
to be an iron-hard erection.  After that song ended, Alan brought
my wife back to the table and excused himself to visit the men's
room.

  I looked at my wife and she gave me a big smile.  "Honey, I'm
loving this.  aI can feel Alan's big cock when we dance.  It's
just driving me wild.  Do you want me to stop.  There's no doubt
that I'm going to be fucked if you don't stop it.

  "I'm Ok.  Hard as stone, certainly."

  "Ok.  But remember what I said about stopping this at any
time... at least at any time up to the point he's got me spread
and his cock is going up my hot cunt... then it's too late." 
That word image got me even harder, if that's possible.

  When Alan came back to the table, he stood over my wife looking
down her blouse.  She smiled and pulled the bodice of dress below
her tits confirming the fact that she wore no bra.  Alan squeezed
his cock, which was as hard as mine, and sat down beside her.

  Later, they were once again on the dance floor.  This time,
Alan moved them to the darkest part of the club, all the way to
the back wall.  I couldn't resist.  I just had to see what they
were doing.  I went around to the side and from there to the back
wall.  Slowly, I moved closer until I had a clear view.  They
were so engrossed in each other, they never saw me.

  Sandy's dress was up around her hips exposing her naked cunt,
which Alan's fingers were exploring.  My wife's eyes were closed.
 He continued to rub Sandy's pussy causing her legs to spread
wider to give him more room.  Soon, her hips were humping back
and forth on his hand.  Just before the song ended, he began
kissing her.  Her mouth opened and she accepted his tongue the
same way her pussy was now accepting his fingers.

  When they came back to the table, Sandy looked at me with the
obvious question on her face.  Turning to Alan, she said, "Go to
the bar and wait for us."

  He nodded and left. "Decision time, Darling.  I'm so hot I
can't wait any longer.  Alan's already finger fucked me to one
orgasm.  I have to have cock in my cunt and in my mouth... either
Alan's or yours or both of you.  This is your last chance.  Who
fucks me tonight, Darling?"

  "We both do.  Let's go."

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

  As soon as we were in our bedroom, Sandy leaned over the
dresser supporting herself with her hands on the dresser's top. 
She thrust her ass toward us causing the tight material of her
dress to almost rip apart.  Without looking at back at us, she
husked, "Either of you studs see anything you want to fuck?"

  Alan was on her instantly!  With one smooth motion he had her
dress shoved up around her waist so that only her white corset
concealed anything below.  With her legs spread, her wet cunt was
on display below her delectable ass.

  "Now I see something I want to fuck, Honey," Alan growled.

  "MMMmmmmm... Strip me, Baby.  Get me naked.  Get me ready to
take your hard cock."

  Alan unzipped her dress and pulled it down her legs while I
removed her garter straps, stockings, and got her out of the
tight corset.  Now naked except for the heels, Alan decided we
had her sufficiently naked to make all her important parts
available.  He put my wife onto our king-sized bed on her back
and spread her legs.

  I undressed while I watching Alan sucking her nipples, first
one... then the other.  Gradually, his mouth worked its way
downward toward her exposed cunt.  Moving between my wife's wide
spread legs, he lapped up and down the entire length of her open,
aroused slit.

  When Alan's tongue touched Sandy's cunt, she let out a loud
moan. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH GOOOOOOOOOOOOD" as she used both hands to
pull his head tightly into her. "Ohhhh don't stop that... ohohoh
that's soooo goooood."

  I moved beside my wife's head and offered her my rigid cock. 
With a deep moan, she pulled my organ into her mouth.  As she
sucked me, Alan stood up between her thighs.  Her mouth flew open
and an expression of intense pleasure swept over her face as a
hard, 8-inch cock was rubbed up and down her pussy slit.  After
coating his big cock head with her pussy juice, he leered at
Sandy and asked, "Ready for cock, Baby?"

  "Not quite, Lover.  Just a moment."   Sandy lifted both legs
and pulled her knees back so that they were just outside of her
thrusting breasts.  Her cunt completely exposed... upthrust...
open...  wet... ready.

  "My husband's never seen me being fucked, Alan.  He's wanted to
see a big cock stretching my pussy open for a long time.  I want
him to see it going into me."

  My wife looked up at me, pulled me close, and hissed, "Open my
cunt for Alan, Darling, and watch him put it into your hot wife's
pussy!"

  Mesmerized, I pushed my hand between Sandy's thighs, opened her
slick, wet hole with my fingers and nodded at Alan.  He moved
forward, paused with the head of his cock one inch away from her
pulsing hole, and again asked, "Ready for cock, Honey?"

  "STICK IT IN MY CUNT!" my wife screamed.

  Alan began sliding the big rod into my wife as I held her cunt
open.  When four inches were buried, I moved out of his way so he
could fuck her.  His hips snapped forward and the remaining four
inches disappeared into her cock-hungry cunt.  It was easily the
most erotic thing I had ever seen.  As the big shaft began to
pump in and out of my wife's cunt, there was no way I could tear
my eyes away.

"  OHOHOHOHGOOOOD...YOUR COCK IS SOOOOO BIG...OOOOOOOH... I CAN
FEEEEEEL IT INSIDE OF ME...INSIDE OF ME...OH PLEASE FUCK ME... "

  Alan was pounding in and out of her.  My wife had her eyes
squeezed shut, concentrating on the feeling between her thighs. 
Her hips surged upward to meet every thrust.  Each time the big
head pounded into her womb, she grunted and howled.  After a
dozen hard thrusts, I saw her hole contracting around Alan's
shaft.  She hissed as the orgasm surged through her belly and
clitoris.

  There was no way Alan could possibly last with Sandy's cunt
squeezing and throbbing around his shaft.  He hit her with a half
dozen, short, hard thrusts and then with a grunt, came inside her
pussy.

  "I can feel you cummming!!! That's soooo goood. Cum inside me!
Yesss... like that, Honey!  Shoot it into meeeeeeeeee!"

  "Get off of her!"  I yelled.  "I need to fuck her.  NOW!"

  Alan graciously backed his dripping cock out of my wife's
snatch.  Thick streams of semen followed it.  Her hole remained
open, pulsing and throbbing.  I mounted her and rammed my hips
deep into her sex saddle as she jacked her legs up and back to
give me the same hot sex target she had provided for Alan.  She
was so wide open, it wasn't necessary for me to align my cock.  I
just rammed into her crotch and my seven and a half inches sank
into my balls on the first thrust.

  My wife screamed as another cock plowed into her hot throbbing
hole.  I hit into her hard... several times.  Her pelvis thrust
upward until she was on her shoulders, her back bowed in the
middle.  Her tongue lolled out of her wide open mouth.

  "OHOHOHOHOH GOD... FUCK ME... FUCK ME YOU BASTARD...FUCK ME
WITH THAT BIG COCK, RYAN... FUCK ME HARD... FUCK ME HARD...
FUCKMEHARDFUCKMEHARD... OH DON'T STOPDON'TSTOPDON'TSTOP!! ...OH
NOOOOOOWWWWWWW..."

  Her orgasm exploded at the same time as mine did.  Her cunt
contracted like a vise around me as huge spurts of sperm and
semen poured into vagina joining Alan's.

  We all rested for awhile, Alan and I naked, Sandy wearing just
her heels.  I got a bottle of wine and each of us enjoyed a
glass... and then another.

  After a while, Alan began caressing Sandy's tits and pussy
again.  It wasn't long before he was screwing her for the second
time.  I lay beside her kissing her nipples and her lips,
caressing her ass when she threw it high in the air to receive
his thrusts.  He humped my wife for a long time before he
dismounted and gave me a turn.  I fucked her hot, slippery snatch
for 10 minutes or so before I ejaculated into her pussy just
after she had had another orgasm.

  It was 2 AM before Alan dressed and left.  Before he took his
leave, we had hosed my sweet, sexy wife over a dozen times.

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

  It was tough to drag myself out of bed in time to get to work
the next morning.  I managed it but was 30 minutes late.  Margo
Heller walked by just as I was entering the office.  I thought
she would have some critical remark to make about my late
arrival.  Instead, she took in my haggard appearance, smiled
warmly, and said, "Looks like you had a tough night, but I'm sure
you enjoyed it."

  I assumed my wife would sleep until late afternoon.  I didn't
find out about it until much later, but I was wrong.  She had
awakened around 11 AM, smiled contentedly, and reached for the
phone.

  "Hi, Alan.  Can you talk?"

  "Good... That was some fucking you and Ryan gave me last night.
 I loved it, but you forgot something.  So did my husband.  I'm
shocked."

  "Well... both you and Ryan forgot to fuck my ass.  Can you come
over during your lunch hour and take care of that oversight?"

  "MMmmmmmm... Wonderful!  The front door will be unlocked.  I'll
be in bed, naked, on my knees, head on the bed, ass up and ready,
Stud."

  An hour later, if Ryan had come home for lunch, he would have
heard his wife's shrieks of pleasure as soon as he parked his car
in their garage.

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

Visit to Club A:

  After our threesome with Alan, I didn't have to bring up the
subject of Club A again... my wife brought it up Friday evening.

  "If you're still interested, Honey, I'd like to go to Club A
tomorrow night.  You did say it was open on Saturday nights,
didn't you?"

  "Yeah, it's open.  But are you certain?  If we go, I don't
think I could resist fucking one of the women, and you're going
to be screwed by who knows how many men."

  "MMmmmmmm... sounds hot.  I want to watch you fuck that Laura
Bilder bitch.  The way she cock-teased you in the limo was awful.
 I hope you screw her until she can't walk the next morning."

  "She did really cock tease me.  Got me hard as stone, but it
wasn't that bad."

  "True, but you're just one example.  She's teased over half
husbands in the complex.  Anyway, are you still Ok with me
getting laid by other men?"

  "I thought you got your answer to that last Wednesday night
with Alan and I."

  "I did, Honey.  Oh, I did get it.  Oh God! Did I ever get it!"

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

  The following evening, we paid our first visit to Club A. 
Somehow, Margo Daniels, Laura Bilder, and other members of the
Executive Committee knew we were going to be present.  They all
were there to welcome us to the fold... so to speak.

  I had expected my wife to wear something hot for our first
visit to Club A, but I was still shocked when she emerged from
our bedroom.  Her leopard-skin top had two small panels covering
her tits with a single, connecting strap preventing the panels
from sliding off her tits to the side.  In addition, her top
ended two inches above her navel.  The black "skirt" hardly
resembled a skirt as it didn't quite succeed in covering her ass.
 Underneath, she wore only crotchless nude pantihose and matching
fuck-me heels... no panties and no bra.

  For the first half hour, we just mingled and chatted with the
many friends we had made at Morrison Fashions during our first
month.  Nature called about that time, and I had to make a trip
to the men's room.

  I was only gone about 10 minutes or so, but when I walked back
into the reception area of the club, I was unable to locate
Sandy.  The area had numerous alcoves, couches, tables, two bars,
and a dance floor so I wasn't surprised that I was having a
problem finding her.

  I was still trying to decide where to look for my wife, when I
saw Alan at one of the bars chatting with someone's wife, his
hand caressing her ass as he talked.  He saw me approaching and
smiled, "Hi, Ryan.  Looking for your wife?"

  "Yes.  First time here, and its a huge place.  Not sure where
to look."

  "Try the second floor, north wing.  I think I saw Jordan
Hightower and Lennard Sawyer heading that way with Sandy maybe
10.. 15 minutes ago."

  I nodded and headed for the stairs.  The second floor, north
wing was a series of very well-appointed bedrooms.  That was
actually an understatement.  It would be more accurate to say
that each room looked like the bridal suite of a 4- or 5-star
hotel.  The door to every room was open... obviously that had to
be one of the rules of Club A, so I knew I wouldn't have much
trouble finding my wife if she were in this wing.

  The first room was empty, but the bed was a wreck.  It probably
hadn't been empty when Jordan, Lennard, and Sandy had come up 15
minutes before.  The second and third rooms were occupied.  Two
women were being screwed by three men in the second room, and a
single couple was on the bed in the third room.  I found Sandy in
the fourth bedroom down the hallway.

  When I looked in the open doorway, she was sitting on an
ottoman, Jordon on one side, Sawyer on the other.  Her tits were
sticking out of her skimpy top, her brief skirt was gone, and her
legs were spread wide open as she sucked first Jordon's cock and
then Lennard's... back and forth.  Each man was thrusting his 7
or so inches all the way into my wife's throat on every stroke. 
Saliva dripped from her chin and from each man's balls.

  With her legs wide open, her crotchless pantyhose exposed her
gaping, wet pussy.  She was now deep throating Jordan's cock as
Lennard squeezed her big tits and pulled on her nipples.  With
her mouth stuffed with cock, all she could do was grunt and moan.

  Lennard leaned over and said something to my wife who nodded. 
He stepped back to allow Sandy to stand up.  She put her left
foot up on a table and then bent over to continue sucking
Jordan's cock.  With her foot raised high, my wife's cunt was
wide open.  Lennard moved behind her and nailed his cock into her
waiting hole.

    "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... fuckkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeee," I
heard Sandy wail as the big cock powered its way into her hole.

  The two men fucked my wife, fore and aft, in rhythm.  Every
time Jordan drove his spike back into her throat, Lennard
withdrew.  As Jordan pulled out, Lennard nailed his rod deep into
the dilated, pulsing cunt hole.  Back and forth... over and
over... until Sandy  exploded in an intense orgasm, her juices
spurting around the thick organ filling her contracting pussy.

  "Let's switch," Jordan suggested.  "I want to sample her cunt.
She can suck you off."

  I watched as the two men withdrew their cocks from my wife's
holes.  They quickly put her on her back with Lennard's cock in
her mouth and Jordan's big rod buried deep inside her cunt.  Once
more the fucking started.  Sandy's hips thrust upward every time
Jordan rammed into her.  She would have been squealing with
pleasure except for the thick prick sunk into her throat.  So,
instead of passion-filled female squeals, all I heard were
garbbled grunts.

  "Oh shit. Her cunt's like a vise.  I'm gonna blow a load in her
soon," Jordan announced.

  "Me too.  She sucking me like a vacuum cleaner," Lennard
moaned.

  "Let's DP her," Jordan suggested.  You want her asshole or her
cunt?"

  "I'll take her ass.  Get her up so she can ass sit my dick. 
Then you can cock her cunt."

  My wife was moaning as Jordan pulled her to her feet to allow
Lennard to lie down on the couch.  As soon as he was in position,
I watched my wife spread her legs on either side of his hips,
grasp his prick and put it against her asshole.  I was certain
that she was going to have problems getting it in, but to my
total amazement, she just dropped her ass downward and it sank
easily into her depths until her ass was resting on his balls. 
It was obvious that she had had cock there before.

  Once Lennard's cock was buried inside my wife's ass, he pulled
her legs open for Jordan who mounted her and socked his dick into
her wide open, waiting cunt.  With both pricks buried, the men
began fucking my wife.  I was sure her screams could be heard
downstairs.

  Both dicks thudded into my wife with masculine authority.  Her
screams turned to shrieks and then to wild, uncontrolled howls. 
Her big tits were bouncing wildly on her chest as the men powered
in and out of her holes.  She began to cum... I could even see
her holes throbbing around the men's organs.

  Jordon was the first to unload.  His ass clenched as he fired
stream after stream of semen into my wife's throbbing cunt.

  "Ooohhh fuck me, Jordan.  Give it to meeeeeeeeeee... He's
cumming in me, Lennard.  Big fuck load is goin into meeeeeee...
do it to me... shoot in your load, Baby...  Oohhh shit... I'm
cumming again...ooohhhh... aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

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

  My cock had gotten so hard watching Jordan and Lennard double
fucking my wife that I had to leave.  I needed a woman, and the
way I felt at that moment, any human being with a pussy between
two legs would do.  When I was back in the main area of the club,
I saw a sexy looking redhead sipping a drink at the bar.  She
appeared to be alone... so, I was on my way.

  Before I got there, however, I heard a soft, sexy voice behind
me.  "Hi, Ryan.  You looking for something? someone, perhaps? 
Your wife, maybe?."

  I turned and looked into the beautiful face of Laura Bilder, 
who was wearing much less than she had worn on my initial trip to
the complex.  "Not my wife.  I know where she is."

  "Every male here knows where your wife is, Ryan.  I'm told that
Jordan and Lennard just fucked her.  I believe Greg and Marcus
are in her at the moment, and a half dozen other men are waiting
their turn."

  "Yeah.  I just watched Jordan and Lennard giving it to her."

  "Really?  Then you must be hard as stone by this time.  Let's
see."  Laura pressed her hand into my crotch and ran her fingers
over my throbbing shaft.  "Damn!  Hard isn't the word for
something like that.  That feels like a pussy-destroying steel
spike.  Mmmmmmm... why don't you and I find a nice private spot
and get better acquainted?"

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

  Laura led the way as she knew the layout perfectly.  She had
been to Club A many times, usually spending most of her time
there teasing the men, getting them hard, and then walking away
with a laugh.  As she was a vice-president, there wasn't much the
men could do except grit their teeth and endure the cock-teasing
bitch.

  As soon as we seated on the couch in one of the second-floor
bedrooms, she started on me the same way she always did with men.
 Smiling seductively with implied promises for the future, which
she rarely kept, Laura slowly pulled the top of her sweater down
over her tits.  When the nipples were almost in view, she
stopped.  "Like what you see, Ryan.  They're 38DD tits, Honey. 
Want to see more of them?"

  "Of course I want to see them.  You know that.  Show them to
me!"

  Laura pulled the sweater down releasing both huge melons.  They
were drop-dead gorgeous.  In my present condition having just
watched my wife being double fucked, I felt like my cock was
going to rip open my pants.  Laura saw it too.  Leaning over, she
rubbed first one, then the other big tit over my bulging
erection.  My cock throbbed and she squealed, "Oohhh just look at
that big thing throb.  Wow.  Let's make it throb again."  She
wrapped her hand around my cock and moved it up and down, jacking
me off in my pants.  I knew the bitch would love to make me cum
inside my pants.

  "Stand up, Laura," I whispered.  "I need to get your shorts off
so I can see your pussy.  I've been dying to see it again ever
since that day in the limo when you flashed it at me."

  Anxious to get me even harder, the beautiful tease stood up and
let me slide the shorts down her legs and in the process, caress
and feel her delectable ass.  Before I lowered her back onto the
couch, I pressed my face into her pussy.  Her musky aroma got me
even harder, and I was certain she knew that.

  Pulling aside the thong and spreading the lips of her pussy, I
could see her partially erect clitoris protruding slightly from
its protective hood.  Her vagina was damp, but not soaked and
ready... at least, not yet.

  My tongue made its first foray into her cunt.  Starting as far
back as her standing posture would permit, the tip entered her
slit and slowly moved forward and up the delicious sex trench. 
When I reached her clit, I flicked it gently with my tongue tip
causing it to pulse.  I heard a soft moan.  "Just wait, Bitch...
just wait," I thought as I pushed my tongue in the opposite
direction back down the trench.  Again Laura moaned... this time
a little louder.

  After a dozen swipes up and down the length of her slit, I
could feel her legs beginning to tremble.  Knowing her legs might
fail to hold her, she put up no resistance when I lowered her
body back onto the couch and spread her legs wide apart.  Her
pink thong did little to conceal her cunt.  One quick movement of
my fingers totally exposed her  now much wetter cunt.

  I lowered my face into her sex saddle.  She thrust her hips
upward, partially in invitation, partially pleading for my
tongue.  With her legs now elevated and her ass hole exposed, I
could start much further back than was the case when she was
standing.  I pushed my tongue into her ass.  She screeched at the
unexpected intrusion.  Licking all around her opening, she began
to hunch and moan.

  There was no resistance when I pushed her legs higher to
elevate her asshole.  I pushed in even deeper.  The dark-haired
bitch moaned louder.  I noticed a man looking into the bedroom to
see what woman was getting it.  When he saw that it was the
cock-teasing bitch queen, he alerted some other men who in turn
alerted others.  A crowd began gathering in the doorway.

  Finally I started my tongue up Laura's sex trench.  She
quivered with intense excitement when the tongue speared her
slit, delved deeply into her sex hole, and then caressed her now
much more erect clitoris.  Instead of just gently flicking the
tip of her pulsing organ, my tongue circled it, pressing against
the throbbing shaft.  It began to dance wildly causing Laura's
moans to change rapidly to gasps of intense pleasure.

  Over and over, I made the trip from the hot slut's asshole, up
her sex trench, down into her throbbing vagina, and finally up to
the now fully erect, throbbing clit that pulsed every time it
felt the touch of my tongue.  Laura's hand pressed my head harder
against her sex pit.  Her vagina began rhythmic contractions as
her orgasm approached.

  "Ooohhh fuck!  Suck me you hot Bastard.  I'm about to cum.  Do
it to me!" she wailed as her thighs spread even further apart to
allow me greater access.

  I stopped.  Then I backed off a few inches and stared at her
pulsing, contracting hole.  Many times, Laura had watched a man's
cock rigid, pulsing, throbbing with desire she had caused and
just let him hang, moan, and beg.  Now it was her sex organs that
were engorged and pulsing with blood, her clit that was erect and
throbbing, her cunt hole that was ready and pulsing.... and all I
did was watch her pant and throb.

  "Don't stop, you miserable Bastard.  Suck me!  I'm about to
cum!"  She tried desperately to pull my head back into the hot
maw of her throbbing cunt, but I was much stronger and she had no
chance.  I continued to wait, my face inches from her cunt, close
enough that she could feel the caress of my hot breath on the her
clitoris.  Every time I breathed, it danced and throbbed. 
Finally, she began to beg.  "Please.  Don't torture me!  I'm so
close.  Let me cum!"

  The men in the room were grinning with delight.  Word spread
like wildfire.  Soon there two dozen males watching me torture
the cock-teasing bitch.  I noticed that even the firm's CEO Margo
Daniels had come in to watch.

  After a minute, I saw that the throbbing of Laura's pussy was
beginning to ebb.  That was the signal to return.  As soon as the
tongue made a trip from her asshole to her clit, the woman's back
arched into a bow, her mouth flew open, and she howled,
"OOOOOHHHHHHH... GOD!  That's so damn good.  Please.... NOW! 
NOW!  I'm ready!  OH SHIT, AM I EVER READY.  MAKE ME CUM!"

  Again I backed off.  The hot bitch began to curse me.  "Don't
you dare stop again, you worthless son-of-a-bitch.  Get your
tongue back on my clit and finish me.  Finish me, you sick
Bastard or I'll have your ass fired!  MAKE ME CUM!  NOW!  FINISH
ME!"

  Her hips pounded against the couch wildly.  She was struggling
to get up, and I was having a problem holding her down.  Turning
to the assembled men, I said, "I need some help here.  Two of you
hold her hands... two of you hold her legs up and back to expose
her cunt and ass... keep her in place while I work the
cock-teasing bitch."  Four men surged forward to help.  If I had
asked for help from two dozen, I would have gotten it.  A moment
later, four strong males held Laura's arms above her head and her
legs up, back, and spread.  Her cunt throbbed helplessly in front
of my mouth.

  She was now yelling and screaming, "YOU BASTARDS.  I'LL FIRE
ALL OF YOU!  FINISH ME!  DAMN YOU TO HELL!  FINISH MEEEE!!"

   I saw that Margo Daniels now had her hand under her skirt
frigging her own pussy.  The man behind her moved against her,
and she ground her ass against his erect cock.  Two hands
encircled her body and bared both tits.  Her hips hunched.  She
was so excited she had difficulty speaking, but she did manage to
gasp, "Shut up, Laura!  You're not firing anyone.  You're getting
what you deserve.  Work the hot Bitch, Ryan!"

  Once more I lowered my mouth into Laura's throbbing sex trench.
 This time, I moved my tongue immediately to her clitoris and
thrust a finger into her contracting vagina.  It took only a
couple of seconds for me to locate the thickened mound of tissue
right under her clitoris.  As soon as I touched her G-spot, her
hips arched a foot off the couch.  She howled!

  "OOOOHHHH PLEASE... PLEASE... FINISH ME...  I CAN'T STAND
THIS... LET ME CUM... PLEASE... NO MORE... NO MORE... LET ME
CUM!"

  As my finger worked her G-spot and my tongue lashed her
convulsing clitoris, Laura's cunt began to contract, juices
gushing out.  I was now having to stop after no more than 10
seconds on her clit and G-spot to prevent the hot bitch from
cumming she was so close and so hot.  The men were chanting...
"Work the Bitch... work the Bitch... work the Bitch... don't let
her cum... work the Bitch!"

  While I waited for Laura's sexual excitement to ebb enough to
keep her from cumming, I looked over at Margo Daniels.  The man
behind her now had her bent over driving his cock in and out of
her cunt.  My cock surged at the hot sight.  At Club A, even the
CEO's cunt was fair game.

  I pressed my mouth onto the brunette's pussy again... my tongue
titillating her dancing clitoris... finger sliding over her
G-spot.  Her vagina contracted in a hard spasm causing her to
whoosh air to the utter delight of all the assembled men.

  "Please... ooohhh please... I'm dying...  I'll do anything if
you'll just let me cum... please let me cum... !

  "Anything?" I asked.

  "Ooohh god YES!  YES!  ANYTHING.  ANYTHING!  JUST FINISH
MEEEEEEEEEE... OOOHHHH PLEASE.... FINISH MEEEEEEEEE!"

  "In the future, no more cock-teasing...  when men tell you to
spread and fuck... you spread and fuck... understood...
otherwise, this is going to go on for hours.  Answer me, Bitch. 
From now on you spread and fuck when a man tells you to spread
and fuck."

  "Yes... yes... YES!"

  "Yes what?"

  "Ooohh god... oohhhh shit... I'm dying... you've got to finish
me!  Please!"

  I waited... letting her cunt pulse and throb.  Her clitoris was
now red and swollen.  It looked like an overripe cherry about to
burst.  "Say it!"  I ordered.  "Right here in front of all these
men and the CEO!"

  "Yes... YES!  I SPREAD AND FUCK WHENEVER A MAN TELLS ME TO
SPREAD AND FUCK.  JUST FINISH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

  Squeezing both of her tits, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth
and worked it hard and fast with my tongue and lips.  This time I
didn't stop.  It only took 10 seconds to make her cum.  Her
vagina went into spastic contractions... she squirted a huge
stream drenching my face and the couch.  If my face hadn't been
in the way, it would shot five feet across the room.  Her
clitoris detonated into hard, intense pulsations.  Dancing and
throbbing, it tried to retreat to the safety of the protective
hood, but my tongue dug it out and lashed it until she screaming
woman ejaculated again and then again.  She lost bladder control,
her urine shooting out, drenching every thing.

  One considerate man tossed me a towel to dry off my face.  I
did so and then mounted the shuddering woman.  Her legs shot
straight up and out in the air, her heels curling, as my
long-denied cock slammed into her fuck hole.  She came again
instantly.  Thrusting my hands beneath her ass, I held her cunt
in position and fucked her with the hardest strokes I could
manage to hammer into her pussy.  Each one drove her ass deep
into the cushions of her couch, and each one brought female
screams of pleasure as the orgasms engulfed her.

  The crowd increased.  Men had their cocks out ready to mount
the woman as soon as I finished with her.  I was more than ready.
 Centering two fingers at the opening to her ass, I pushed both
deep inside her and pounded her cunt with short strokes until I
began to cum.   I put six huge streams of cum into her cunt
before I was finally shooting blanks.

  Margo Daniels and Laura Bilder both wailed as their orgasms
wracked their bodies.  CEO and Vice-President were reduced to hot
cum receptacles for male sperm.

  When I left the room, another man was mounted on Laura fucking
her hard.  The sexy vice-president's body was thrusting wildly
against the man as orgasms surged through her pussy.  As I
watched, he turned her over to make her ass accessible.  Five
seconds later, it was full of cock.  At least a dozen more men
were waiting their turn in the wailing brunette's fuck holes.
        --------------------------------------------------

  My session with Laura had drained me, at least for the time
being.  I decided I should check on my wife to see if she was all
right.  On the second floor, I searched every room in the north
wing without success.  All the bedrooms were in use, but my wife
wasn't in any of them.  I asked a man directions to the south
wing.

  The south wing was similar to the north except the rooms in
this area were designed for group sex.  The rooms were larger
with multiple beds and mattresses on the floor.  It took me less
than five minutes to find Sandy.  She was in a room with two
other women and three men.  Each man had one of the women riding
his cock.  The one in my wife was about average size, but judging
from the hard thrusts her hips were making to drive the shaft all
the way into her cunt, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. 
While I watched, the blonde on the end groaned loudly, arched her
back, and came.   Her orgasm triggered her partner's.  Gradually,
the hard thrusting of her hips slowed as a thick white froth
flowed from her vagina.

  I knew my wife would be furious if I interrupted her hot fun,
so I looked into several other rooms.  In the one next door, I
found Greg fucking a brunette with her legs up on his shoulders.
The stud's big, thick cock was fucking her so hard, her tits were
jerking back and forth on her chest.  She was begging him to
screw her harder... deeper... to make her cum again.  In the far
corner, another woman was mounted on one of the husbands.

  Five of the other six bedrooms all had similar scenes.   The
sixth room had been converted into a bondage dungeon where the
wives were all bound in one manner or another, all naked, all
blindfolded, all spread in wide-open positions, and all being
very thoroughly fucked by one of the staff or husbands.  At first
glance, I thought the women were being tortured, but their
sensuous moans of intense pleasure quickly corrected that
erroneous conclusion.

  On the left side of the room, there were three bondage beds,
two of which were in use.  On one, a black-headed woman was being
fucked by one of the staff.  He was giving it to her slowly, but
each thrust of his thick cock was bringing cries of ecstasy from
the woman.

  Her wrists were crossed and her arms stretched behind her head
where they were securely tied to the wall.  Her legs were
stretched high in the air by the ropes about each ankle.  Another
set of ropes about each of her thighs were tied to the bed to
ensure that her legs remained open, her pussy available.

  On the bed beside her, a sexy blonde was bound in a nearly
identical position except her arms were on the bed, stretched
wide and tied to the ends of the bed.  The major difference was
that at the moment she was alone.  The thick strands of semen on
her belly and thighs plus that seeping from her stretched vagina
said she had been recently fucked and now awaited the next male
who wished to use her.

  On the other side of the room, two women were tied on bondage
racks.  Their legs were spread wide and pulled backwards toward
their heads where ropes about their ankles secured them to the
rack.  Like the women on the beds, bonds about their thighs kept
their legs wide open.  Each woman was ball-gagged, and each was
being ass-fucked by a stud standing between their wide-open legs.
 Both men were thrusting their entire length into the waiting
female ass on every stroke.  With each deep entry of the cock,
the woman did her best to thrust her hips upward to take the
cock.  I watched for awhile.  When I left, my cock was once more
hard and ready for pussy.

  When I returned to the other rooms, I could no longer find my
wife.  Returning to the north wing, I glanced into the various
rooms.  I knew many of the people enjoying themselves, but did
not locate Sandy until I looked into the last room.   Joanne
Bowers and my wife were both being fucked by older men whom I
didn't recognize.

  Both Joanne and Sandy were on their backs with their lovers
socked firmly into their sex saddles pounding cock into their
pussies.  Joanne's legs were wrapped around her lover's waist,
her feet resting on his buttocks.  He was both kissing and
fucking her.

  My wife was in nearly the same position except her legs were
high and wide.  She was also being kissed as she was screwed. 
Each woman moaned every time her pussy received cock.

  Around 1:30 AM, my naked wife finally joined me at the bar. 
"I'm totally fucked out, Honey," she panted.  "Are you ready to
go?"

  "Yeah.  Where are you clothes?"

  "I have no idea.  Give me your shirt.  It's dark and what does
it matter if someone sees me?"

  I had to agree that she had a point.
        =========================================

Club B:

  For the next month, Sandy and I attended Club A once a week,
usually on Saturday night.  One week, my wife suggested we also
go on Wednesday, just to see what it was like, she said.  It
turned out to be about the same except it was slightly less
crowded.

  Between screwing my hot wife everyday and Club A, I was a
totally satisfied male.  It quickly became obvious that the club
was doing its job.  I didn't know a single man at the complex who
was hitting on any of the women nor did I see any of the women
trying to seduce another woman's husband.  Of course, there was
some flirting coupled with comments like, "Just you wait until
next Saturday night, Honey.", but they were minimal.  By and
large, the amount of work getting done during the week at the
complex was really amazing.

  During our fourth month with Morrison, Sandy and I were cuddled
up on the couch in our new home after enjoying dinner alone on a
Friday evening.  We were kissing as I fondled her large breasts
and she caressed my hard member.  It was erotic foreplay to a
long night of tender love making.

  As I removed my lips from hers after a long and deep kiss, I
whispered my question:  "Honey, are you ready to start a family?"

  "MMMmmmmm... Oh yes!  I've been ready for months hoping you
would ask, Darling."

  "Well, we can't start tonight.  You're still on the pill, but
as soon as you stop taking it... mmmmmmm."  I kissed her again. 
"Of course, we'll have to stop going to the club until you're
pregnant."

  "It doesn't work that way at Morrison, Darling.  Let me get us
some wine, and I'll explain."

  Later, as we enjoyed the chardonnay, Sandy began:  "Honey, are
you aware that in addition to Club A, there's also a Club B?"

  "I've been told that but I have no idea what Club B is."

  "I know you don't.  Just like I didn't know what Club A was,
you weren't informed about Club B.  That's the way it works here.
 The husbands are told about Club A, and it's their job to
convince their wives that it's a marvelous plan and incredibly
enjoyable.  I’m sure you remember that it took you almost a month
to convince me to try it, and once I did, I found out how right
you were."

  I nodded, and Sandy continued.  "Club B works the same way
except it's the wives who are told, and it's our job to convince
the husbands that, like Club A, the plan for Club B is equally
well judged and wonderful."

  "Ok.  So what happens at Club B and how does it relate to our
starting a family?" I asked, totally puzzled.

  "Much of the strife between families is the result of the
highly competitive drive of the parents, particularly the father.
 Each father wants his children to be better... superior... to
the other children.  The result of this competition is trauma for
the children and anger between the parents.  Just as Club A
eliminates strife because of infidelities, Club B eliminates
strife because of parental jealousies over the achievement of
their children."

  "Sounds good.  So how does Club B achieve this?"

  "Very simple.  Every husband is the potential father to all the
children born at Morrison, that is, all of them except the ones
borne by his wife.  You see how that immediately eliminates all
jealousy over the children's achievements?"

  "Go on.  I'm beginning to get the picture."

  "The procedure is simple.  Whenever a couple wishes to have a
child, they simply inform the staff at Club B who arrange every
thing.  The wife stops taking the pill as soon as her period ends
and the fertilization month begins.  Every evening, she visits
Club B, where just like Club A, she has sex with the husbands at
Morrison.  The only difference is that only the husbands are
included, not the staff.  The Club B staff sets up the schedule
for the husbands making certain that every man is with each woman
multiple times during the month.  Every man, that is, except the
wife's husband."

  I was stunned.  "But that can't be!  I've been here for four
months and have never been to Club B."

  "No you haven't.  That's because I haven't been impregnated at
Club B yet.  Once I start, you will be included on the schedule
for every other wife at the complex and you will be expected to
perform unless you're sick or something like that.  So, ten years
from now, you will be the potential father of every child here,
except the ones I bear.  How could you possibly be jealous of
other kids, who may be yours?  As a bonus, every wife, in
addition to her husband, has 35 or so other men who are eager to
help with any problems she may have with her children.  They are
all the fathers."

  "So what you're telling me is that with respect to children,
Morrison is essentially a polyandrous society?"

  "Exactly!  And it works fantastically well."

  "I have a couple of questions.  Maybe I need to address them to
the staff at Club B?"

  "No.  Every wife is briefed in detail.  I'm sure I can provide
all the answers for you."

  "Ok.  First:  How do you keep the husbands from 'jumping the
fence', so to speak.  That is, having sex with their wives. 
They're with them every night so it's much more likely they will
be the father than any other man."

  "Easy.  That's not a problem.  The wife is simply locked in a
chastity belt when she's not with other men.  The husbands
certainly want to screw their wives, but they can't get at their
pussies."  My wife began to giggle.

  "So how do other men get the chastity belt open?"

  "Equally simple.  Each man is issued a key.  And the wife is
issued a key.  It's a double lock... just like a safety deposit
box where you keep your valuables.  In this case, the 'valuable'
is your wife's pussy, Honey."  My wife's giggles increased.

  "Sometimes it takes couples months to achieve pregnancy.  I
don't think I could go months without having sex with the woman I
love... sleeping with her every night but locked away from her
pussy.  That's going to be sheer torture!"

  "There'll be some inconvenience, Darling, but not nearly as
much as you imagine.  First, the chastity belt doesn't block my
ass, Lover.  So you can screw my ass whenever you like.  You just
can't cunt fuck me until I'm pregnant."

  "Well, that will help some," I grudgingly conceded.

  "Second, the other wives have a schedule as well as the
husbands.  When you want an available pussy in bed with us at
night, just give Club B a call and that evening, one of the wives
will share our king-sized bed with us."

  "How can that be?  You haven't been doing that."

  "No... not yet, but later on, I will be."

  "Third, it's not going to take more than one menstrual cycle. 
I'll be getting fucked usually twice in the morning, twice more
in the afternoon here in our home, and then, three or four times
in the evening at Club B.  Each husband will arrive with a
fully-loaded sex gun and leave with it empty.  So, I'll be
getting seven or eight full loads of semen and sperm pumped into
my pussy every day.  In addition, there's the CP to help."

  "The CP?  What's a CP?"

  "Well, the more proper name is 'vaginal insert or VI', but all
the wives call it a CP for 'cunt plug'.  It's a thick shaft
that's attached to the chastity belt.  It fits firmly into the
woman's vagina, plugging it completely, so that the sperm is
locked inside up against the womb.  When a man finishes fucking
me, he will insert the CP and lock me back inside my belt.  In
addition, the CP doubles as a remotely-controlled vibrator."

  "A vibrator?  Getting fucked seven or eight times a day isn't
enough?  You're going be using a vibrator?"

  "No, silly.  Not me.  The men who will be visiting use it.  If
a guy is going to come by at 10 AM, he wants me hot and ready
when he arrives.  So at 9 AM, he just activates my CP.  It works
the same way you worked on Laura that first night at Club A.  It
vibrates me for 15 seconds, then stops.  One or two minutes
later, it vibrates me again... on and on until by 10 AM when my
lover arrives, I'm climbing the walls and begging him to fuck
me."

  "With all that, Honey, it's not going to take more than one
cycle to impregnate your hot wife.  I'm told that no woman has
ever gone through the month without ending up pregnant."

  "And finally, Darling, you'll be involved in every thing.  I
want to make this as enjoyable and as exciting for you as it is
for me.  I promise."

  "So are we 'go' for pregnancy?  Should I give Club B a call in
the morning?  It works just like Club A, Darling.  We can either
leave Morrison Fashions and go elsewhere, or we can enjoy the
benefits and responsibilities of Clubs A and B."

  "Give them a call," I whispered as I lifted my wife and carried
her to our bedroom where I fully intended to spend the entire
night fucking her.  However, I failed.  Sometime between 3 and 4
AM, we both collapsed unable to continue.

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

  Six days later, Sandy’s period started, and she stopped taking
her birth control pills.  Five days after that, as I was
preparing to leave for work, she stopped just before I left. 
Moving into my arms, she kissed me hard, passionately... then,
again, this time softly, lovingly.   "Remember, Darling, the
impregnation month starts this morning.  Things will be somewhat
different when you come home this afternoon."

  "I'm going to go nuts waiting for the day to end," I moaned.

  "I know.  I promised you that I would do every thing possible
to make it wonderful for you.  I intend to keep that promise,
Ryan."

  I looked back just before I left to blow my wife a kiss.  When
I turned, I saw her reclining on the couch getting ready for her
first lover.  All she wore was stockings, black garters, tight,
black panties, and a pullover, negligee top.  Her legs were wide
open, her panty-covered cunt facing me, one leg on the back of
the couch, the other spread wide.  I had to admit, she looked
ready... really ready.

  By 9 AM, I was engrossed in programming the webpages to
advertise the new Morrison dresses for the fall line.  I had
shown Margo the layouts, and she was highly pleased, and very
anxious to see the first results on her computer screen. 
Hopefully, I would have the first ones ready by early tomorrow
morning.

  My cell phone rang.  When I flipped it open, I saw the call was
from Sandy.  "Hello, Honey.  Is every thing going all right?" I
asked, excited and somewhat nervous.

  "Mmmmmm... oh yes, Baby.  Carl Tomlin just left, but he left
something behind."

  "What?" I asked stupidly.

  "A big, thick cum load inside your wife's unprotected pussy,
Lover.  Honey, if he was typical, the men take their
responsibilities seriously.  He told me he had been saving his
load for two days.  And I believe it!  Wow!   He shot into me
seven or eight times when he came.  There was so much, some of it
ran out of me before Carl could get the cunt plug into my pussy."

  "Oh fuck!  You've got me hard as stone, you luscious Slut!  Are
you plugged now?"

  "Fully plugged, belted, and full of cum."

  "Is that it for this morning?"

  "No.  Grant Summers is supposed to be here at 11."

  "Tell me the truth, Darling.  Are you ok with this?" I asked.

  "Oh yes, Baby.  I'm loving this.  We're going to have a
wonderful time tonight at Club B.  You'll see."

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

  An hour later, just a little after 10 AM, my cell buzzed again.
 It was Sandy.  "Hi, Beautiful.  Did Grant arrive early?"

  "No.  He's not due for another hour.  But he sent me an advance
warning."

  "How's that?"

  "My CP is vibrating... oooohhh fuck!  there it goes again...
Shit, can't keep my hips still.  And I can't get the fucking belt
open to get at my clit... it's just torture!"

  "Keeps you simmering, huh?"

  "Simmering?  Hell, I'm going to be boiling hot by the time
Grant gets here."

  "Have fun!"

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

  It was almost two hours before my cell rang again.  I saw it
was from my wife, so I answered with a question:  "Is the second
load in you now?"

  "UGH UGH UGH... AAAHHH... OOOHHH... NOT YET!  ALMOST... AH AH
AH AH... HE'S ON MEEEEEEEEE.... IN MEEEEEEEEEEE.... FUCKING THE
SHIT OUT OF MEEEEEE... Oh fuck... oh fuck...  cumming... I'm
cumming again!"

  For several minutes, all I heard was repeated, rhythmic grunts
from my wife with the loud squeaking of the bed springs in the
background.  Then, between gasps, my wife said, "Oohhhh...
Grant's got my legs shoved back against my tits, Honey.  He's
pounding his cock into me ... holding my ass in position.... let
him tell you....aaahhhhhh... aaahhhhhhhhhhh... ooohhhhhhhhhh...
give it to meeeeeeeeeee, Lover... shoot it innnnnnnnnnn!!"

  "I'm gonna unload in your wife's cunt, Ryan.  You're a lucky
man!  I'm telling you, her pussy is driving me wild.  I'm fucking
her!    AGGHHH  AGGHH  UUNNGGH... UGH... HERE IT CUMS!!!  I'M
CUMMING IN HER CUNT... BREEDING HER, MAN!  BREEDING HER!!"

  For another minute, all I heard was the female screeching of my
wife and the deep, masculine grunts of a male planting seed amid
the loud squeaking of the tortured bedsprings.  Then, after a
huge crescendo of passionate screams, the sounds all died away.

  I stayed on the line until my wife spoke again.  "Grant's cunt
plugging me now, Honey.  MMMMmmm... feels good going in.   ....
 I'm plugged, Baby.   His load was almost the same as Carl's...
big huge gushes.  I can almost hear the cum sloshing around
inside my pussy....   Grant's locking my belt now, Lover.  No
more cock for awhile.  I need to go wash up and fix some lunch. 
Call you later."

  I felt a huge need to masturbate, but resisted.

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

  It was 3:30 PM before my wife called again.  When I answered,
my wife seemed breathless.

  "Mmmmmmm... Hi, Honey.  Jason just left.  He got here before
Marlon had finished fucking me.  He got a beer out of the fridge
and just watched that stud pour his load deep inside my pussy,
Ryan."

  "Did you cum?"

  "Are you joking??  Of course I came.  Hard!  Once in the middle
and again when he started cumming inside me.  Anyway, after he
finished, we didn't bother plugging me.  There wasn't any point
since Jason was already naked and ready.  He was so hot and hard
from watching Marlon giving it to me, he didn't last as long.  I
came just before he pumped me full."

  "Is he still there?"

  "No.  He just plugged and belted me five minutes ago.  I'm
going to take a shower and get dinner started for us.  What time
can I expect you?"

  "As soon as I finish this webpage, I'm on my way.  About an
hour or so."

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

  As soon as I entered our home, Sandy rushed to greet me with a
deep passionate kiss.  Her hands were all over my cock, which was
iron-hard.  "Damn!  Your cock is as hard as concrete.  Shit...
You have no idea how much I want this up my cunt, Darling."

  "Even after you've had four men today?"

  "Four or forty... I'd still want my husband."

  "Show me the chastity belt."

  Sandy pulled her black dress up to her hips revealing her
thigh-high stockings and the securely locked, black chastity belt
that was locked about her waist.  The black cunt strap was also
locked in front just over her mound.

  "Take off your dress so I can see all of it," I whispered.  It
seemed odd, but I was wildly excited by the thought that the
chastity belt's purpose was to keep me from getting into her
cunt.  Every other executive at the firm had a key and could fuck
her.

  The sight of the belt was even more erotic once my wife had
removed her dress.   She was wearing a black corset/teddy that
exposed all of her big tits.  The chastity belt was outside the
teddy.  I could see my wife's juices and some of the cum pooled
deep inside her pussy had run out the sides and was slowly
trickling down her thighs.

  "You said it wouldn't cover your ass.  Is that right?"

  "See for yourself."   Turning around, Sandy bent over and let
me see the belt from the back.  It did indeed expose her asshole.


  "Let's go in the bedroom so I can fuck your hot ass."

  "Anytime, Lover.  Anytime."

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--

  For 10 days, Sandy was being visited by two husbands in the
morning, two in the afternoon, and then three in the evening.  On
the morning of the eleventh day, she told me that since she would
be in her most fertile period for the next week, things would get
pretty intense.

  "What's that mean?  Intense?"

  "Well, today instead of entertaining two husbands inside my
pussy in the morning and two in the afternoon, three will be
three in the morning and three in the afternoon.  At the club
tonight, there are six husbands on the schedule and they can all
have seconds if they wish.  I'm essentially going to be swimming
in semen and sperm for the next week, Darling."

  That morning around 10 AM, Jordan Hightower called me on my
cell.  "Hi, Ryan.  I'm over at your house.  Sandy asked me to
give you a call."

  "Is she all right, Jordan?  Any problems?"

  "No.  She's fine.  She's just too busy to call, if you know
what I mean.  So she asked me to call you so you wouldn't worry."

  "Thanks, Jordan.  I appreciate it.  Anything happening that I
should know about?"

  "Just what you already know.  We're filling your wife's pussy
full of sperm... making certain that she's bred during this
cycle.  Howard finished about 30 minutes ago.  Clark's in her
right now.  He's got her ass elevated on three pillows so that
the cum will pool in the bottom of her pussy.  When he finishes,
she'll stay mounted on the pillows until I finish fucking her. 
After that, I'll plug her cunt with the CP and close up her pussy
with the belt.  Then, she can do whatever she pleases.  It won't
matter.  All that cum will be socked into the bottom of her cunt
right up against her womb.  Standard procedure, Ryan.  See ya."

  I was hard again.  That afternoon, the same thing happened
again, except this time Sandy called around 3:00 PM.  "Hi, Honey.
 I've got about 30 minutes before Al arrives.  He's got my CP
vibrating, and it's driving me wild."

  "Is he the last for the afternoon?"

  "Yeah.  Bill came over during the lunch hour, and Frank just
finished fucking me about 15 minutes ago.  Can we go out for
dinner tonight?  I'm really too tired to cook."

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

  I decided to go with Sandy to Club B that evening.  There
wasn't much I could do except be there, and watch if I wished. 
But I didn't want to sit home alone.  After dinner, we returned
home for Sandy to dress for the evening.  She didn't even bother
with a blouse and skirt.  She just wore a black sheathe that left
the bottom two inches of her ass exposed.  The top was supposed
to be two small panels that covered her tits, but my wife wore it
with the material bunched in her cleavage so that both tits were
out.  She had on thigh-high hose with red, fuck-me-hard sandals
that had six inch heels.

  When we left, my wife was carrying a small overnight bag. 
"What's the bag for?  You're not planning on spending the night
are you?"

  "No, of course not.  I sleep with my husband.  I'm taking some
other outfits in case the men need more stimulation to give it to
me a second time."

  "Jezzz!" I moaned.

  "I know, Darling.  I'm sorry, but it will be over in about 18
more days, and then you can have me again."

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

  Laura Bilder, as Vice-President of Personnel, was in charge. As
expected, six of the husbands were present and ready with
fully-charged balls.

  In the bedroom, Laura told my wife, "Lean up against the
dresser, Sandy."  When she did as instructed, her panties as well
as both tits were on display.

  "All right, Gentlemen," Laura announced.  Mrs. Hunting is here
to be bred.  Which of you want to fuck her first?"

  Earl Bunting stepped forward.  "We drew lots earlier, Laura. 
I'm first, then Garland, Don, James, Hank, and Kent in that
order."

  "Fine.  Just remember.  For the next week, the rules change. 
This is Mrs. Hunting's fertile period, so we want as much cum and
sperm pumped into her as possible.  Therefore, after Kent fucks
her, any of you who wish to enjoy seconds with the lady are
welcome to do so.  Any questions?  None?  Ok.  Earl, I suggest
you take Mrs. Hunting to bed and fuck her.  Just be certain to
shoot your load in deep when you cum."

  Earl escorted my wife to the bed.  Garland and Hank sat down to
watch; the others went to the bar for a drink.  Laura came over,
smiled, and said, "Hi, Stud.  You gonna watch your wife being
fucked or would you like to spend some time with me?"

  "Some of both, I hope.  Are you really interested in being with
me again after what I did to you at Club A last month?"

  "I deserved what you did to me, and the truth is that I had
some of the best sex I've ever had that night after you worked me
over."

  "I'm not surprised.  You must have been fucked by 10 men that
night."

  "Twelve, Lover.  Twelve.  And the best one was you.  I've been
afraid that you weren't interested in being with me.  Are you
going to fuck me tonight?"

  "If you're interested.  Absolutely!"

  "MMmmmmm... I've been hoping for the last month you would do me
again.  Just one thing... when you fuck me, please let me cum. 
You have no idea how hard and how many times I'll cum for you, if
you let me."

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

  "OOHHHHHHHHHHH.... YEAH, EARL!  LIKE THAT!  GIVE IT TO
MEEEEEEE!  AAAAHHHHHHHH.... UGH.. HARDER... OOOHH YES... HARDER!"

  Laura grinned at me.  "Sounds like Earl's got the pedal to the
metal.  Shall we look in at the hot lovers?"

  "Oh shit... can't hold it, Sandy.  Are you ready?"

  "I'm cuminggg!   Oh god... I'm cumming.... SHOOT IT
INNNNNNNNNN!"

  Laura and I watched Earl's butt muscles clench and relax
several times knowing that each time his muscles flexed, another
thick load of sperm was firing into my wife's cunt.  When he
finally pulled out of her, a long, thick, white river of semen
ran out of her pussy.

  As soon as Earl dismounted, Garland got on my wife, thrust his
hips deep into her sex saddle, and slammed his meat deep into her
receptive vagina.  My cock surged to full erection when I heard
my wife seductively whispering to her new lover, "Ooohhh yeah,
Garland.  Fuck me good, Baby.  Breed Ryan wife's, Honey.  Make my
belly swell!"

  I was too hard and too horny to stand and watch any longer.  I
pulled Laura close, "I need you, Laura.  Now!"

  "I know.  Let's find some place more private where you can
screw me, Stud."
        --------------------------------------------------

  It was over an hour before we returned to see how my wife was
holding up.  Earl, Don, and Garland were at the bar, obviously
having already fucked my wife.  Since James wasn't there, he was
probably in her at the moment.  When we went into the bedroom, we
saw that James was just getting ready to screw Sandy.  She
reclined on the couch, naked, waiting for him.

  James pulled down his briefs and I heard Laura emit a soft gasp
that gradually changed to a moan.  I also heard my wife moaning,
"Oh my god!  That's fucking huge!  Hurry up, Stud.  I WANT THAT
COCK IN ME NOW!"  my wife hissed.

  James sat down on the couch beside my wife, leered at her naked
body, and ordered, "Mount that hot ass on my big fuck stick,
Bitch.  Get on me!  Fuck your hot hole down my prick."

  Laura and I watched my wife straddle James' hips, her legs
outside of his.  When she settled down, the entire length of his
cock rested against Sandy's ass.  It was just monstrous.  At
least 9 inches, and as thick as my wrist.  It was truly a weapon
of mass pussy destruction.

  My wife lifted her ass, grasped the thick shaft, and adjusted
the head at cum-slickened entrance to her cunt.  Slowly, she
lowered her ass, and the big prick began to vanish up her hot
tunnel.  Down... down... down...  two inches... then four... then
six... were inside my wife...  She hissed with intense female
pleasure.  James took hold of her ass and pulled her further down
the shaft.  Another inch of black cock sank into her widely
stretched pussy.

  "OOOooohhhhhhhhhhh  fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk... I'm gonna
cummmmmmmmmm!"  Sandy wailed.

  James drove in another inch.  "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... YESSSSSS...
I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG!!"

  We could see her vagina throbbing in hard contractions about
the cylinder of meat plugging her pussy.  My wife began to chant
and hiss as she came again.  James forced the final inch of cock
up her impossibly stretched cunt hole.

  Now, James began fucking my wife with hard, driving strokes. 
She gasped, then groaned, then screeched, then began to scream in
helpless ecstasy as her clitoris and pussy exploded in repeated
orgasms about the black fuck stick.  James lifted her body like
it was a toy, turned her on the swivel of his cock, and rammed
her ass back down the shaft with her facing us now.  In this
position, we could see how widely stretched she was.

  For another five minutes, the black shaft pumped in and out...
six inches would pull from my wife's throbbing channel... then
six inches would plunge back inside... over and over.  She came
again... then again.

  "FUCK THE HOT BITCH!", Laura screamed.  "STICK IT TO HER,
JAMES.  BREED HER!  NOW!  SHOOT IT IN DEEP!"

  As if following directions, James rolled my wife onto her side,
got behind her, and nailed the thick rod back into her waiting
hole.  Now he was going to the finish.  Holding firmly in place,
he nailed him rod in and out of with lightning speed.  Sandy's
mouth was wide open, eyes clenched shut, tongue wagging wildly in
the air, hips humping and thrusting.

  "HERE IT CUMS, BABY.  TAKE MY LOAD, BITCH!"

  After James finished, Laura ordered a 15 minute break to give
Sandy a chance to rest and use the bathroom.  "I don't have to
tell you not to clean your pussy, do I, Sandy?" Laura admonished
my wife.  She nodded and left.

  Laura and I chatted with the six husbands while enjoying a
drink at the bar.  "I'll go check to see if she's ready for Hank
and Kent," Laura said.   About five minutes later, she returned.
"Ok, Guys.  She's ready.  I think you're up, Hank."

  Hank was stripping before he even reached the bedroom.  I and
Kent were right behind him.  We all stopped short and stared at
the woman on the bed.  Sandy was naked except for her heels.  Her
knees were steepled and spread wide open.  "Come on, Hank.  I'm
still hot for cock.  Come fuck me, Lover."

  Two hours later after five of the six men had screwed Sandy a
second time, I escorted my exhausted, cunt plugged, belted wife
to our car for the drive home.

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

Discovery:

  After the fourth week of the impregnation procedure at Club B,
my wife was tested and found to be pregnant.  Her chastity belt
and CP were removed and she was once again my wife in every
respect.  Although I was wild to have sex with her again, I let
her sleep for 36 hours to recover from the intense fucking she
had been taking for weeks.  After that, sex between us was better
than ever.  We didn't even go back to Club A for several weeks.

  As luck would have it, the main computers for Morrison Fashions
crashed on Tuesday morning about month after Sandy was
impregnated.  Naturally, Margo Heller immediately called me as
the resident computer genius.  Without the computers, essentially
all major functions of the corporation came to a halt, so they
needed those machines up and running yesterday.

  I was in the main computer room of Heller's headquarters within
5 minutes.  In ten minutes, I had the computer open and was
checking all the boards.  Two boards had been fried, but neither
was the mother board so it was going to be a quick and easy fix.
However, I still needed to check all the system software and be
certain that the crash had not damaged any of it.  That job was
going to take several hours.  It was past noon, and I was still
working with no breaks and no lost time.

  Heller had come in twice, and both times found me slaving away
so hard that I had only nodded and then quickly resumed work. 
She was impressed, to say the least.

  I was almost done, and was carrying out one last check on the
system software when I realized that I not only had access to the
firm's central computers that housed all the corporation's trade
secrets and financial dealings, it also housed all the personnel
records and other data.

  It took less than a minute for me to bring up one of the
personnel files on a Ms. Helen Jacobs.  I had no idea who she
was, but the data on Ms. Jacobs was astounding, to say the least.
 The files contained all manner of detailed data and personal
information as well as video clips, recordings of conversations,
etc.  Obviously, Morrison Fashions kept close watch on all of its
employees, presumably, I supposed, to head off industrial
espionage.

  Five minutes later, I had formulated my devious plan.  Since I
could easily have worked for the government as a hacker of the
first rank, and I now had total access to the computer's system,
it was child's play for me to quickly add several lines of
software code to the computer's operating system.  Twenty minutes
later, I had every thing reassembled and checked.  I called Margo
Heller and pronounced the machine ready to go.  I also said, "I
would appreciate it if you would immediately change the password
for access.  I don't want to have that information."

  Margo beamed.  "Thank you, Ryan.  I knew we had hired the
absolute best.  I would have expected the job to take at least a
full day or more."

  "That's what you pay me the big bucks for, Ms. Heller," I said
grinning.

  "Well, maybe sometime soon I'll have the opportunity to express
my gratitude in a more... how should I put it... in a more
satisfying way.  She winked.  I nodded and left, leaving behind
me a central computing system that now possessed a "back door
entry code" whose existence and password only I knew.

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

  It was 2 AM that evening.  Sandy was sound asleep after the
intense sex we had enjoyed earlier that night, but I was hard at
work in my study.  My personal computer was up and running while
logged into my office computers.  From there, I had accessed my
'back door' into the Morrison Fashions' mainframe system.  This
would have been a major feat for an industrial spy.  For me, it
was trivially easy.

  First, I brought up the personnel records for Dr. Ryan Hunting.
 I skipped all the technical information which I obviously knew
oby heart and went to the confidential reports to Margo Daniels
from her staff.  One of the more interesting parts of the file
read as follows:

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

  Ryan Daniels is clearly the best available computer genius in
the country.  He could be a master hacker if he wished to do so.
However, he likes position and money.  We can lure him to
Morrison for a top salary and prestigious position.  I suggest a
starting salary of $250,000, higher if necessary, and a full
directorship.

  Personally, Ryan is not the straight arrow he appears to others
to be.  Our investigators have determined that in college he was
a Don Juan type.  In his four undergraduate years, we have
determined that he fucked no less than 29 women, half of whom
were married.  His favorite targets were the wives of his
professors.  We have also found that he has a kinky side... he
likes to watch others having sex.  From comments his wife has
made to others, we know that he has attempted to get her to have
sex with other men, but she has declined for fear that he will
discover her past.

  Our analysis is that he will be a fantastic director.  He will
also love Club A and will not object strongly, if at all, when he
learns of Club B.

  Recommendation:  Use all possible means to hire.

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

  In addition to the personnel information file, I also found
video clips showing me screwing my wife several times.  There was
a clip of my now infamous meeting with Vice-President Laura
Daniels.  The clip included all the screaming and begging she had
done while I worked on her.

  My next target was obvious.  I accessed the personnel
information on Mrs. Sandy Hunting and found the following
recommendation:

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

  Mrs. Sandy Hunting is a beautiful, exotic woman who will make
an outstanding addition to our executive group.  Her husband,
Ryan, thinks she is hot in bed, but very conservative otherwise.
He is wrong, but Sandy has done an excellent job hiding the truth
from him.  Our information suggests she will not only be a
wonderful addition to our executive group, but will also be a
superb ally in helping us recruit her husband.

  Sandy's background is as follows:  She was an "A" student at
her state university, graduated in four years with a degree in
marketing.  That could also be an asset for Morrison in the
future.

  During her high school and college days, Sandy found she loved
sex and became an "easy lay".  Our investigators have found that
she had sex with at least fifteen boys during high school.  In
college, she dated a wide variety of men and, as far as we can
determine, had sex with all of them. We estimate that she had had
at least 75 men before she met Ryan.  Several of these men were
her professors.  A listing of these professors follows this
report.  Ryan, of course, knows none of this.

  We recommend that we invite Mrs. Hunting for a three-day
"interview" prior to inviting them as a couple.  During her
interview, it is recommended that Greg be her escort.  That man
should have no problems at all getting into the "very
conservative" Mrs. Hunting.  He should spend the entire three
days with her, fucking her as much as possible.

  During her interview, it is recommended that Mrs. Daniels fully
explain the existence and purpose of both Clubs A and B.  Sandy
will love the idea of both and will be a great asset in
recruiting her husband.  She should be warned to stay in
character and gradually allow her husband to persuade her to have
threesome sex and then attend Club A after a month or so.

  Mrs. Hunting will love our concept of a polyandrous society and
the means by which we impregnate women at Morrison.

  Recommendation:  Interview, have Greg or someone similar seduce
and fuck her, and then recruit her to help us with her husband.

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

  When I finished reading, I was both mad and hard as stone.  Mad
because I was deceived; hard because I had the hottest wife on
the planet.

  As expected, I found numerous video clips of my wife.  Several
were of her having sex with Greg during her so-called interview.
I watched three of them.  There was no way I could resist jacking
off while watching my beautiful wife being so thoroughly and
completely screwed by that stud.

  There were also clips of my wife having sex when I thought I
was trying desperately and failing to convince her to have sex
with other men and then attend Club A, about which she had
claimed to know nothing.

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

  It was almost 4 AM before I began to examine the firm's
financial records.  In less than two hours, I had found offshore
accounts in the Cayman Islands carrying the names of each woman
on the Executive Committee.  My initial examination indicated
that approximately $5 million per year was being diverted into
these accounts, each of which now carried balances approaching $4
million.  The corporate tax returns for Morrison Fashions showed
these monies to be for tax-deductible expenses for site visits to
investigate new, potential markets for Morrison Fashions. 
However, we had no outlets in the Cayman Islands.

  It was daylight outside before I had to stop.  Before shutting
down the computer, I made electronic records of every thing. 
Over the next several days, I searched all the files, making
electronic copies of all useful information.

  At the end of the week, I contacted my personal attorneys in
Dallas and New York.  In addition, I rented safety deposit boxes
in three different banks.  I also encrypted all files in a manner
no one working for Morrison Fashion had a prayer of breaking. 
These encrypted files were sent to my attorneys with copies in
the safety deposit boxes.  The required disc to decipher the
encryption was mailed to my oldest and dearest friend along with
detailed instructions as to what to do should something happen to
me... like for example, I drown in my breakfast cereal or get
drunk and drive my car off a cliff, etc.

  When I finished, I was certain the Hunting family had all the
job and financial security we would ever need.

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

  Ten days later, I met with the entire Executive Committee. 
With all parties being very reasonable, the meeting went
extremely well.

  After calmly presenting all the information that was now in my
possession to the Committee, Margo Daniels nodded and asked, "All
right, Ryan.  You seem to be in the cat bird's seat.  What do you
want?"

  "Actually, very little.  You see, I love working here at
Morrison Fashions, and I cannot imagine anyone or any group
handling the corporation as well as the Executive Committee is
doing the job.  The fact that each of you is being rewarded with
some extra compensation in your Cayman Island accounts is of no
consequence to me.  The amount is actually less than you have
earned by your work and expertise."

  "Consequently, I do not want to interfere with your direction
of corporate policies in any way.  I like every thing... my job,
my colleagues, my friends, Club A certainly, and even Club B was
erotic.  I want to convey to each of you my admiration for the
incredible job you've done."

  Every woman around the table was beaming, but also puzzled. 
Margo got straight to the point.  "So what is it that you want,
Ryan?  There must be something?"

  "Yes, of course you're right.  First, I would appreciate it if
all of you would stop deceiving me.  It really injures my ego
when I discover that you've been playing me like a violin.  And I
don't have to tell any of you ladies how badly men with injured
egos perform in the bedroom."

  Every woman at the table laughed, a couple hysterically. 
Finally, Margo said, "We fully understand, Ryan, and I think we
can accommodate that request easily.  I assume you will maintain
the confidence of the Executive Committee?"

  "Absolutely!  I don't gossip.  All of you know that."

  "We do.  Anything else?"

  "Yes... two things.  First, an account in the Cayman Islands
would be nice.  If the Committee is agreeable, I would like this
account to receive a one-time and one-time only deposit from each
of you... say some percentage of the money each of you receives
this year.  After that, we all just forget the account even
exists.  I suggest that the establishment of this account would
provide a wonderful benefit to all of us.  First, it would
obviously provide me and my family with some financial security.
Second, it would provide each of you with protection against my
revealing any information about your accounts.  I have something
on you that you don't want known... this gives you something on
me that I don't want known.  We are all safe and secure for a
relatively small investment."

  "How much?  What percentage?" Sandra Benting asked cordially.

  "I'm going to leave that up to you.  I suggest it be an equal
amount from each of you to avoid animosity.  Whatever you decide,
the matter is closed.  I shall not bring it up ever again.  Even
if you decline to establish the account, the matter is closed.  I
do not engage in blackmail with anyone, much less people whom I
know well and admire."

  Every woman at the table was amazed.  They had come to the
meeting expecting to be confronted with an angry male
blackmailer.  Instead, they found themselves facing a cordial,
admiring man who was perfectly willing to leave all decisions in
their hands.

  Finally, Margo said, "That seems impossibly reasonable, Ryan. 
Why?"

  "Because I like and admire all of you.  I love this
corporation, my home, my wife, my lifestyle, my job.  I just
don't like being insulted."

  "Well, I can assure you, that that's not going to happen again,
Ryan.  But isn't there anything else we can do for you?"

  I smiled and said softly, "Well, I would really enjoy having a
permanent invitation to your beds."

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

  The next evening I asked Sandy if she would like to have dinner
at the Chalkboard and then return home for an enjoyable and
sensuous evening of love making.

  "That sounds wonderful, Ryan.  But I'd like to request a small
change."

  "Sure.  What is it?"

  "Instead of love making, how about we spend the evening fucking
and having hot sex?"

  It wasn't hard for my wife to persuade me.

  Later that night, Sandy and I were naked in our bed.  She had
her legs wide open, and I was eating and licking her through one
orgasm after another.  Finally, she moaned, "Enough... enough!  I
want your cock now, Honey.  Stick that hard rod up my cunt,
Lover."

  I mounted her and moved into her sex saddle.  When my cock was
a couple of inches away from her pulsing opening, I stopped. I
leaned down and kissed her, rubbing the head of my cock up and
down her slit, but not entering her.

  "Ohhh, don't tease me, Honey.  Fuck me!  Fuck that big thing
into me!"

  "Not until you start telling about how you turned a "C" into an
"A" in Professor Rawlings' class.  I want all the hot details."

  Sandy grinned,  "You Bastard.  I told them you knew too much
about computers to be trusted to fix their damn machine.  What
else do you know?"

  "Every thing.  Absolutely every thing."

  My wife looked away.  "Are you going to divorce me?"

  "Hell no, I'm not divorcing you.  You're stuck with me.  You
may as well get used to it."

  "But you know how much a slut your wife has been.  You know
I've been lying to you for years.  Why would you want to stay
with me?"

  "Simple.  You're the hottest wife on the planet and now that
you have nothing to hide, I expect you'll be honest and become
even hotter."

  "Mmmmmm... so what do you plan to do?"

  "I plan to fuck your slutty ass off as soon as you start
telling me how you turned your "C" into an "A" in Rawlings'
class."

  "Are you sure you want to hear all about how whorish your wife
was then?"

  "Tell me, you hot Slut!

  "Well... I was making a low "C" and was certain to flunk the
next exam.  I knew Rawlings liked women, so I made an appointment
to see him in the evening in his office.  That night, I wore an
ultra short mini-skirt, a tight, low-cut blouse that showed off
half of my tits, and pair of 5-inch fuck-me heels."

  "Oh god! I moaned as my cock hardened into a rigid spike.  I
slammed it into my wife's waiting pussy making her grunt and moan
along with me.  "What happened next?"  I asked as I began to fuck
her.

  "OOOHHHH YEAH, STUD.  BANG IT INTO ME! OOohhhh!!"

  "Tell me, Slut!"

  "Oohh.. Mmmmm...  Rawlings kept talking about my deficiencies
in the his course, and I kept spreading my legs wider and wider.
AH! AH! AH! AH!  He stopped talking when he could see my shaved
pussy.  Then I spread wide open so he could see the words I had
written on my thighs... "AN A MAKES THESE HOT HOLES YOURS FOR THE
SEMESTER."

  It was so hot... I knew I was going to cum soon.  "Don't stop!
Go on!"

  "Well.... Rawlings told me that I had an A in the course. 
Then, he stood up, unzipped his pants, removed a hard 8-inch
dick, and began using your wife's cunt which was now his for the
rest of the semester.

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