Bridge Playing Wives

  by RLM


  My position as chief engineer for a large firm gives me the
"opportunity" to travel a lot.  Every time some plant or research
installation in the company encounters difficult problems that
their in-house staff are unable to solve,  their solution is
always the same:  call the home headquarters of the company and
ask for help.  The "help" that they usually seek is an extended
visit from me as that's my job... solve problems the other
engineers and support staff in company operations cannot solve.

  I have put the word "opportunity" within quote marks above
because it's not all that much of an opportunity.  First, there
is the actual travel that I do not enjoy.  Second, the problems
are usually very difficult, sometimes requiring weeks of work to
solve, and third, for however long it takes to fix the problems,
I'm deprived of my beautiful wife's companionship for that
period.

  That's the situation from my point of view.  From my wife's
point of view, however, I have an exciting job that allows me to
travel the entire United States and sometimes even to foreign
countries, while she has to stay at home unless we take a
vacation together.  To put it mildly, Paula was distinctly
unhappy about this situation, and she wasn't in the least shy
about letting me know about it.

  "You get to go to all sorts of exotic places and stay sometimes
for weeks while I never get to go anywhere," Paula complained in
a very loud voice.

  "Well, you can come with me if you like.  I would certainly
love having you along."

  "Oh that sounds like a ton of fun... sit around by myself all
day long waiting for you to show up at some late hour for a quick
dinner.  Or I could go with you to the plant and sit around not
understanding the first thing about what you're doing.  Thanks,
but no thanks!"

  "Ok.  I understand that won't work out well for you.  How about
taking up a hobby that allows you to travel and meet people?"

  "Such as what?"

  "I'm not sure, but it's just a problem.  I'm sure it has a
solution.  Give me a day or so to think about it and by this
weekend I'll have something reasonable to suggest.  I promise."

  "Ok.  That's fair.  You take me out for dinner and dancing this
Saturday night at Richard's Club, and you can tell me all about
your solution while we eat and dance."

  "That sounds almost like an ultimatum," I commented.

  "It is, Honey.  It is."

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  Richard's Club is an exotic place with a subdued, dark red
decor.  The food is excellent, the dance floor spacious, and the
atmosphere erotic.  It's a perfect place for seduction and
lovers.  It's also great for married couples still deeply in love
and hot for each other.  Paula and I fall into the last category.


  Most of the time when we go to Richard's, Paula wears something
erotic and hot... like short mini-skirts, tight, low-cut blouses,
stockings, heels, etc.  However, on this particular evening, she
surprised me by wearing a skin-tight pair of jeans, a low-cut top
with a bare midriff and the three top buttons open, and, of
course, a pair of fuck-me heels.  Her tight jeans outlined her
cuntal slit perfectly forming a beautiful camel toe that was
certain to be examined by every male in the club before the
evening was over.

  As the maitre D' escorted us to our table, he became the first
male to check out my wife's tits, ass, and camel toe.  Our waiter
 was the second.  I wasn't the least surprised when he elected to
stand beside my wife as he took our dinner orders.  From his
elevated position, he was staring straight down into my wife's
cleavage.  With her 38DD tits, there's a lot of cleavage into
which he could stare.

  "Well, you've succeeded in attracting a lot of attention. 
Can't say that I blame the men... you do look absolutely
delicious," I said to my wife with a soft smile.

  "Do you mind?  Does it bother you?"

  "You know better than to ask such a silly question.  I love
being married to the woman most men here would most like to
fuck."

  "Really?  You think so?" my wife asked looking surprised.

  "There's not the slightest doubt of that, you hot Slut."

  "MMmmmmm... That thought really excites me, Honey."

  "I know it does.  That's what makes you so blazing hot."

  "Have you solved my problem yet, Lover?"

  "Oh yes.  I have a great solution that I think you will really
like."

  "Tell me all about it."

  "Let's eat first and I'll tell you after dinner."

  "That's mean.  You just want to make me wait."

  I smiled and said, "How did you guess?"

  "Ok.  I guess I don't have much choice."

  I didn't think she did either, but I had overlooked the
generally accepted practice in force in Richard's Club:  Men are
allowed to ask women to dance, escorted or otherwise.  The women,
of course, can decline or accept as they wish.

  We hadn't been waiting for our dinner for more than a couple of
minutes before Steve Devoll strolled up to our table and greeted
us.  He and his wife Keri have been close and sometimes intimate
friends of ours for several years.

  "I'm surprised your husband doesn't have a beautiful woman like
you out on the dance floor," he said smiling at my wife.  "Would
you like to dance?"

  I knew the answer before I heard it.  "I'd love to!  My husband
is being mean to me right now and I need a very handsome,  virile
man to be nice to me.  Shall we?"  My wife rose, took Steve's
arm, pressed her breasts against him, and together, they went out
onto the darkened dance floor.

  That's another feature of Richard's... the dance floor is very,
very dimly lighted.  So much so, that's it hard for anyone to see
much more than just shadows of the people who are dancing.  The
objective, of course, is to provide intimacy and privacy for the
dancers.  Basically, it's a "what happens at Richard's, stays at
Richard's" policy.

  Steve and Paula hadn't been on the dance floor for more than a
minute before I lost sight of them.  It was just too dimly lit to
see from the dining area.  So, I had two choices.  I could either
sit at the table like a dummy and wait for dinner to arrive, or I
could walk around the perimeter of the dance area to see if I
could find Steve and my wife.  The first choice was boring; the
second was sneaky but exciting.  All things considered, the
choice was a no-brainer.  I walked toward the dance area.

  From various vantage points, I scanned the entire dance area
with no luck.  I thought it was a little too soon for Steve to
have hustled my wife outside, so they had to be in one of the
numerous little alcoves that surrounded the dance floor.  After
checking several, I spied a couple in a tight embrace in one of
them.  Although too dark to see much, I could tell that the woman
was wearing tight jeans and had big tits.  I didn't need any more
clues than that to know I had found Steve and my wife.

  Eventually, Steve broke the kiss and moved his head down to
nuzzle against my wife's bosom.  I could see her hands pulling
his head tightly against her chest.  I wondered if I should warn
him that men have been know to suffocate between those big
mounds.  After a bit, my wife pulled his head back allowing the
poor man to breathe again.  I hoped he had used the brief respite
to breathe deeply because a moment later, my wife had opened all
the buttons of her top and quickly pulled Steve's head back into
the embrace of her big, and now naked, tits.

  I figured Paula knew that I would probably be spying on them
and this was her small revenge to my making her wait.  One might
think that by this time I would have learned not to tease
women... they have too many dangerous weapons at their disposal.

  Just as I was contemplating all this, Steve pulled back, took a
deep breath, closed my wife's top, and led her out the side door
to the parking lot.  I thought about following them, but decided
against it as I didn't think much would happen.  I returned to
our table to await dinner and my sexy, and somewhat slutty, wife.

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  I had been eating for about five minutes before Steve returned
my wife to the table and she sat down beside me.  As she began
eating, I had to ask.

  "What happened?"

  "We danced."

  "And...??"

  "And Steve was turned on my exposed breasts.  He got me in one
of the alcoves and felt them up pretty good."

  "He get them out?"

  "Of course he did.  Both of them," my wife said softly as she
continued to enjoy her salmon almandine.

  "That it?"

  "No."

  "Well?  Are you going to tell me?"

  "Not until you tell me about your plan to solve the problem we
discussed earlier this week."

  "That's blackmail."

  "Yes.  I believe that is what it's called," Paula said
nonchalantly as she took another large bite of the salmon.

  "Ok.  You win.  Want to hear about it now or after you finish
dinner?"

  "Of course I win, Darling.  Women always win."

  "It certainly seems that way.  Why is that?"

  "Because we have a 100% monopoly on the world's supply of
pussy."

  I choked on the bite of prime rib I was about to swallow. 
After a fit of coughing, I sat at the table gasping.

  "I'm sorry," my wife said grinning.  "That wasn't the best time
to make that joke.  Anyway, I'm ready to hear all about your
plan."

  "Ok," I said, leaning across the table to be closer to my wife.
 "The problem is that you never get to travel or enjoy yourself
when I'm off traveling around the country on the firm's
engineering business.  Obviously, going alone with nothing to do
is not going to be much fun either.  So, the solution is to plan
an exciting and challenging activity that is frequently available
and one that you can share with one of your friends."

  I took a deep breath and continued.  "I suggest you and Keri
Devoll take up tournament duplicate bridge as a hobby.  I've
checked things out and there are sectional tournaments in the
area about twice a month somewhere.  There are regional
tournaments within a 500 mile radius about once every six weeks,
and there are three or four national tournaments every year
somewhere exotic in the United States.  There are also foreign
tournaments if that interests you."

  Paula smiled broadly and leaned forward.  "Sounds like fun. 
Tell me more."

  "Well, the tournaments are always held in large cities where
there are a lot things to do when you're not playing bridge.  The
tournaments, which last 4 to 9 days, are divided into separate
events usually lasting one day each.  So you don't have to play
every day.  You can take some days off to sightsee, go to the
beach or a concert, whatever.  There are also parties for the
bridge players usually every evening with food and dancing."

  "And who am I supposed to dance with?  Keri?"

  "Oh come on!  As you said, women have 100% of the world's
available pussy.  I'm sure the two of you can find someone to
dance with if you want to."

  My wife gave me her patented devilish grin, and said, "Go on."

  "The tournaments are flighted based upon bridge ability and
experience.  This is a very interesting feature.  It gives you
the thrill of playing and competing against world-class experts
but when it comes to judging who comes in first, second, and so
on, you are only compared to players in your same flight or class
of ability.  So you and Keri might have the fun of winning
occasionally even though you don't have the experience or skill
as some of the other players.  And the more you play, the better
you will become."

  I sat back in my chair.  "That's the plan.  Keri thinks it will
be wonderful.  She's ready to go whenever you want.  I have only
one condition."

  "What’s that?"

  "You keep it within reason.  There are enough tournaments that
the two of your could be gone most of the time.  I don't want to
left alone any more than you do.  Occasionally, when I can get
off work, I'll go with you and we can play together if you like."

  "Are you any good at bridge?"

  "Do bears live in the forest?  I worked my way through college
playing bridge for money."

  "When could I go?"

  "Whenever you and Keri want to go.  There's a regional
tournament in Dallas the weekend after this next one."

  For a response, my wife moved seductively around the table and
pulled me onto the dance floor.  Once there, she whispered in my
ear, "Take out my tits, Lover."

  "Right here?  On the dance floor?"

  "Yesss," she hissed.  "Take them out."

  "Some men are going to see them, you know."

  "MMMmmmmmmmm... you're making my pussy throb.  Take them out."

  It only took a few motions of my fingers to flick open the
remaining two buttons holding my wife's top together.  As soon as
the last one was open, her top just flew open releasing both
huge, thrusting mounds.  I pressed against her to give her some
concealment.  She mashed them hard into my chest.

  "OOoouuu... your chest feels soooo good against my naked tits,
Honey."  She ground them into me.  "Put your hands on my ass and
press my mound against your big cock, Darling."

  There was no way I could resist that invitation.  My cock was
already rigid and throbbing, and when I felt her pussy pressing
against it, I got even harder.

  "God... you're so damn hard and big!" she moaned into my ear
causing my organ to jerk hard against her.

  "Open my jeans," she moaned into my ear.

  "They're so tight, that won't be easy.  Everyone will see me
trying to get the buttons open and the jeans unzipped."

  "You just have to open the top button."

  "But there's two buttons and a zipper."

  "Um-huh... but one's already open and the zipper is already
down. Just open the top button.  The jeans are so tight, they'll
stay up even with them open."

  "Let's wait until we're alone for that," I protested.

  "Does it embarrass you to open your wife's jeans right here on
the dance floor?  You already have my tits out."

  "No, but I'm afraid if I open your jeans, I won't be able to
resist fucking you right here."

  "Ooohhhh yessss..., but I was hoping that you'd take me out to
the parking lot before you fuck me.  That's where Steve took me."

  "Aahhhh fuck!  You're going to make me cum in my pants, you hot
Bitch."

  "Oh, I'd love that!  Do you have any idea how hot it is for me
to be able to excite you this much after we've been married for
so many years?"

  "I don't think you're as hot as I am right now!"

  "Don't bet on that, Darling.  My pussy is dripping and
throbbing.  Come on!  Do it!  Open my jeans right here!  Dance me
to the side door and take me out to the parking lot for fucking."

  I reached between us, got my fingers around her top button, and
opened it.  Immediately, her jeans flared open in front.  I
mashed her mound against my cock as I thrust it into her Y.

  "Ohhhh Baby... the men watching you work on me know you're
going to fuck me.  Do me more!  Put your hand down my jeans and
feel me."

  She was right.  Several men were watching us.  Surprisingly,
that excited both us.  Moving back slightly, I pushed my hand
down the front of her jeans.  Only the darkened dance floor was
giving us any privacy.  As my hand moved downward, I felt the
smooth flesh of her mound and below that, the throbbing wet slit
of her cunt.  Her clitoris pulsed under my fingers.

  "OOoohh fuck!  You're gonna make me cum right here on the dance
floor, you hot Stud.  UUuummmmmmmmm...!!"

  "You're not wearing panties?" I questioned, surprised.

  "You noticed.  Steve took them off.  They're in his pocket
right now."

  "Did he fuck you?"

  "He wanted to... badly.  His cock was like an iron bar.  It was
leaking precum like a faucet."

  "Well...did he fuck you?"

  "No.  We didn't have time.  You were inside waiting for me. 
So, I just jerked him off."

  "You jerked him off in the parking lot?"

  "Well... not quite.  I jerked him until he was begging me to do
more.  So I knelt and finished him off inside my mouth."

  "And now you're so hot, you're boiling and you want me to take
you back to the parking lot and finish the job. Is that the
idea?"

  "Ohhhhh... please.  Yes.  I need it.  Take me out there.  You
can spank my ass if you like... just fuck me... finish me. 
Please!"

  I moved us through the side door to the parking lot where our
Mercedes was parked.  In a flash, I had the door unlocked and
Paula scrambled into the back seat, rolled onto her back, and
groaned, "Pull my jeans off... HURRY!  I can't wait any longer. 
Get my cunt out... fuck it... Please!"

  Hooking my fingers in the waist of her jeans, I pulled them
down her legs.  I had to remove her heels to get the jeans off. 
Afterwards, I put them back on so, except for the heels, my wife
was naked.  "Get out of car.  I want you on the truck...legs up
and spread.  Do it!"

  I half expected my wife to refuse, but her pussy was too hot
and too wet, and at this point, it was doing all of her thinking.
 She mounted the trunk, leaned back, raised her legs straight up
in the air, and spread them wide open.  Between her thighs, the
open pussy hole gleamed with wetness... eager... ready.

  "Take off your pants," she groaned, desperate with female heat.

  I dropped them, pushed down my shorts, and stepped out of both.
 She was so wet and ready, all I had to do was step up next to
her elevated ass, align my sex spear, and drive it in with a
single hard thrust.

  "UUNNNGGGHHHHHHH.... YEAH!  LIKE THAT... OOOOHHHHHHHH GIVE IT
TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

  The velvet sensation of Paula's wet vagina sliding up and down
my hard sex spear had me on the edge almost immediately.  She
moaned for me to fuck her harder, and I began to slam in and out
her as hard as I could.  She grunted and wailed.  A moment later,
her pussy pulsed and throbbed as the orgasm surged through her. 
My own load was building.

  Pulling out, I growled at my wife.  "Kneel, Honey.  I want to
cream your face, tits, and mouth."

  Obediently, she kneeled in front of me, her hands cupping her
big tits.  Her mouth opened.  Her tongue came out as she waited
for the load.  She was staring right at the little hole when it
opened and spewed a huge gush of semen all over her tits.  She
got closer, and the next gush entered her mouth.  She swallowed
but not before a third cum jet splashed against her face.

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Dallas Regional Bridge Tournament:

  During the first part of the following week, Keri and I stayed
busy planning our first trip to a bridge tournament.  In the
middle of the planning, I commented, "You know, Keri, we're
really not very good duplicate bridge players.  We're probably
going to do terribly bad."

  "Who cares?  We're not going to try to win bridge
tournaments... are we?"  she asked.

  I laughed.  "No, I guess not.  But we should play at least one
or two days.  Just in case Gordon and Steve ask us about how our
game went."

  "Did you make the room reservations," Keri wanted to know.

  "I did.  I got us adjoining rooms, each with a king-sized bed.
There's a connecting door so it will be like we have a
mini-suite... and, if we want... we can close the door for
privacy."

  "I don't mind if you watch, Paula.  Sort of turns me on, and I
know you like to be watched."

  "What does Steve think about Gordon's plan?"

  "He thinks it's a great idea... that we'll both have a
wonderful time."

  "Hmmmm... that's what Gordon thinks too.  You know, our
husbands are expecting us to sight see, go to a concert, play
bridge, eat and dance at the evening parties."

  "We'll do all those things," Keri grinned.  "What's the
problem?"

  "Oh don't play the naive little girl with me.  The point is
that our husbands aren't expecting us to spend all our time
having sex."

  Keri was thoughtful for a bit.  "No.  Not all our time, but
they have to know that we may get laid at the tournament... don't
you think?"

  "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that.  Gordon and Steve are
being really nice letting us do this... in addition to them being
alone, it's also expensive.  Maybe we should behave ourselves?"

  "Maybe.  Let's just see how thing go.  OK?"

  "What are you going to wear at the tournament?" I asked.

  "Jeans, a sweater, and heels during the bridge game.  Something
hotter in the hotel spa and at the parties or when we go out at
night.  How about you?"

  "I like your plan.  Let's do it that way."

  We discussed the travel plans for awhile, agreeing to drive our
van to Dallas as the most convenient and cheapest way to travel.
It wasn't that far and we could share the driving duties. 
Finally, Keri came back to our previous subject.  "What do you
really think, Paula?  Do you think we'll get laid during the
tournament?"

  "Maybe... but probably not," I responded.

  "I can't believe you said that!  Two hot, sexy women like us
and no one wants to get into us... I don't think you believe
that."

  When I just shrugged, Keri said, "Let's play a game.  I'll
write down the number of times I think you'll get laid and you
write down the number of times you think I will.  We agree to be
truthful... to make our best estimate.  Ok?  Agreed?"

  "Why do that?" I asked.

  "Because it's sexy, and I think you want to as much as I do. 
Come on... let's do it."

  "All right," I said, giving up.  "How long is the tournament?"

  "It runs from Wednesday through Sunday night.  We'll be in
Dallas five days."

  We each took a notepad and wrote down our estimates.  "Now
what?  Do we keep them secret?"

  "Yes.  Let's keep them secret and on the drive home, we can see
whose estimate was the closest."

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  On Wednesday morning, we checked into our rooms in the Central
Dallas Marriott.  After a quick lunch, Keri and I decided to walk
over to the bridge area and find everything.  There was a
two-session, open pair game that day, which we decided to skip in
favor of a single session side game that evening as we thought
that was probably more our speed, and neither of us wanted to
spend 8 hours at the bridge table.  Four would be more than
enough.

  As we walked through the bridge area, we were both surprised at
the number of players in attendance.  There were easily hundreds,
maybe as many as a thousand.  Most were older, but there quite a
few in their 30s and 40s.  It didn't take us long to locate the
room where the side game would be held.  Everyone was very
friendly and seemed delighted to have new players trying the
game.

  Since the game didn't begin until 7:30 PM, we had five hours
before game.  "Shall we go window shopping for a couple of hours
and then take a dip in the hotel pool before dinner," Keri
suggested.

  "Sounds like a plan.  Let's do it.  What about after the game
is over?"   I replied.

  "We go to the party, what else?" Keri grinned.

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  We had been window shopping for about an hour when Keri saw an
exclusive women's shoe store.  "Let's go in here.  I bet they
have some really sexy heels."

  "I've got more heels than I can wear now, Keri, and so do you."

  "I know.  But look at that young, sexy clerk.  Come on."  She
didn't wait for an answer, but entered and immediately engaged a
very rugged looking, handsome clerk.  I strolled in a bit later
and stood off to one side watching.

  Obviously, Keri has asked to see some heels, because a moment
later, the clerk directed her to a chair and went off to get some
shoes to show her.  When he returned, Keri had her legs crossed
with her micro-mini skirt hiked far up her thighs.  I could even
see a hint of her panties from where I was standing.  I knew the
clerk had a much better view.

  The guy showed Keri the shoe and obviously asked her if she
liked it and if she wanted to try it on.  She must has said yes
because I saw her uncross her legs and let the clerk slip the
heel onto her foot.  With her legs uncrossed, both the clerk and
I had a clear view of the entire crotch of Keri's patterned
panties.

  She stood and pranced around the store for a bit.  She looked
at the image of her shoes in the mirror and asked the clerk if he
thought she looked good in them.  He was practically drooling.

  Keri sat back down, grinned, and said to the clerk, "I think
you're more interested in my thighs and panties and then in how
the heels look on me."

  Some men would have blushed and denied the charge.  Not this
confident young man.  "Oh course I'm more interested in you than
in a pair of shoes.  I'm hoping that you'll open your legs wider
when I try on the next pair."

  When the clerk brought out the next pair of heels, Keri spread
her legs wide and asked softly, "Is this what you had in mind,
Honey?"

  "Oh yes.  Exactly like that." the clerk said as he slipped the
heels onto Keri's feet.

  "How do you think I look?"

  "Delicious.  Easily good enough to eat."

  "Just eat?"

  "Whatever you want."

  "Mmmmmmmmmm...."

  "Show me your tits," the clerk whispered so low I could just
barely hear him.

  "Right here?"

  "Of course."

  "Sit down," she ordered.  When the clerk took a seat, Keri
stood and pulled the bodice of her blouse down to expose both of
her large breasts.  She actually straddled the clerk and shoved
her big tits against his face.  She gave him almost minute to
explore, heft, squeeze, kiss, and suck before she stood up and
replaced her blouse.

  "Is that it?  You just like to tease men?" the clerk asked
obviously perturbed at being teased like Keri was doing.

  "I love to tease, Honey, but I also follow through.  I'm
staying at the Marriott.  My friend and I are playing in the
bridge tournament.  I'm in room 914.  Give me a call if you're
interested.  And I'll take the pair I'm wearing."  She handed the
guy a credit card and after he had rung up the sale, we were on
our way back to the hotel.

  On the way, I asked, "Did you give that guy our room number?"

  "No.  I gave him my room number."

  "You know he's going to call, don't you."

  "That's why I gave him my room number."

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  After returning to the Marriott, we went to the Desk Captain
and got some robes to wear to the pool area.  Once back in our
rooms, we put on our swim suits and got ready to take a
refreshing dip in the pool.  Actually, we both knew that the real
purpose of going to the pool was to attract some male attention
for the party that evening and for the rest of the week.

  I was in my bathroom applying my makeup when Keri entered.  She
was carrying her robe.

  "Where are you?" she called.

  "In the bathroom putting on some lip gloss.  Out in a sec."

  I came out wearing my robe over my swimsuit, took one look at
Keri's suit and gave her a devilish smile.  "Wow!  That ought to
get their attention."

  "Do you think it's too much?" she asked.  "Or maybe I should
ask if you think it's too little."

  "I doubt that any of the men will complain, but some of the
other women probably will.  You might be asked to wear a less
revealing suit."

  "That would be embarrassing," Keri commented, obviously
concerned.

  "Why?  We just tell the management that the suit is perfectly
legal.  That suits like yours are sold in shops right here in the
Marriott and there are no signs posted that forbid wearing
bikinis or thong suits.  We'll also suggest that if they
embarrass us again, we'll file sexual harassment charges.  Just
watch how fast they back down.  I'll think you'll be OK."

  "Ok.  You'll back me up then?"

  "Absolutely!"

  "Great!"  Keri put on her robe, then stopped, turned back
toward me and asked, "Are you going to be embarrassed by my
wearing this suit?  I don't care what the other women think.  I
do care what you think."

  "Well... it is really sexy.  Exposes half of your breasts, you
sexy legs, ass.  I'm going to look like a prude beside you."

  "Ok.  I certainly don't want that.  I'll go change into a
regular two piece suit."  She had already walked through the door
to her bedroom before she stopped, turned around, and looked at
me grinning.  "Just one moment here.  Take off your robe.  Let me
see what you're wearing."

  "Why?"

  "You know why.  You're just too devious for words, Paula.  Come
on.  Take off that robe and let's see your suit."

  Smiling even more broadly, I dropped the robe and stood before
my good friend wearing a two-piece suit far more revealing than
the one Keri was wearing.  Instead of a full top like Keri's, my
top was nothing more than a string around my back with two panels
held up by a string tied behind my neck.  The panels covered less
than half of my breasts.  The bottom part of the suit was a
essentially just a G-string that covered my mound and slit but
none of my ass.  Like Keri, I was wearing matching white heels.

  "You Bitch!" Keri yelled.  "I bet you would have let me change
into something frumpy and then have to sit beside you wearing...
wearing... THAT!  I think you may be arrested."

  "But you're going to back me up.  Right?"

  "I'll think about it," Keri said grinning.  "Come on, Slut. 
The men are all waiting to see those big tits of yours and your
totally exposed hot ass."

  As things turned out, no one said a word about our suits.  But
every man in the pool checked us out, and several came over and
introduced themselves, obviously hoping to get lucky at the party
that evening or later during the tournament.

  My personal favorite of our suitors was a guy in his late 30s
or maybe early 40s.  He had a very elegant touch of gray at the
temples and was really a handsome man.  He introduced himself as
Mark Peterson.  On his left ring finger was a wedding band.

  "So, I see you're married, Mr. Peterson," I said with a smile.

  "I am... and the band on your finger says you are as well. 
Correct?"

  "Yes... you're very correct," I said as I flashed him a smile.

  "And what business are you in, Mr. Peterson?"

  "Please call me, Mark.  I'm a professional bridge player.  How
about you?"

  "I'm Paula.  And I'm a total novice bridge player.  This will
be our first tournament."

  "That's interesting.  How did the two of you decide to try
tournament bridge?  It's not easy, you know."

  "We're aware of that.  Our husbands travel a lot in their
business.  We had both been complaining so they suggested that we
take up tournament duplicate bridge and get to travel some...
like they do."

  "So the two of you are here with your husband's full knowledge
and approval?"

  "They know we're here... yes.  But I'm not certain they would
approve of every thing we're doing."

  "Oh... Now THAT'S even more interesting.  Care to be more
specific about what they wouldn't approve of?"

  "Oh... probably the bathing suits Keri and I are wearing."

  "They don't leave much to the imagination... but both of you
look drop-dead gorgeous in them.  Anything else?"

  "Not yet, but this is first day here.  The tournament hasn't
really started yet," I said with a sly smile.

  "What about a little bedroom fun?  Would he disapprove of
that?"

  "Probably."

  "Would you do it anyway?"

  "Maybe.  What about your wife?  Would she approve?"

  "Well, as a professional bridge player, I'm away from home at
least 7 or 8 months a year.  She certainly isn't sitting home
alone watching TV reruns.  In any case, I would really like to
spend at least one evening with you while you're here.  I've
never had sex with a woman any where close to as beautiful as
you.  I'm in room 628 if you're interested."

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

  Keri and I had a terrible game that evening in the side
event... that is, it was terrible as far as our score was
concerned.  We were next to last, but we both had a blast.  The
men couldn't take their eyes off of us even though we were both
wearing very conservative sweaters, jeans, and heels.  Some of
the women seeing how badly we played suggested that we should
take some lessons before entering a regional tournament.

  We both giggled when the woman suggested lessons.  "You know,
funny you should mention that, Dear.  I met a very nice looking
professional bridge player today at the pool.  I think he would
be willing to give me some lessons,"  I replied.

  "What's his name?" the woman asked.  "I'm well known in bridge
circles.  I know most of the top players."

  "He introduced himself as Mark, Mark Peterson I believe he
said."

  "Oh, you should definitely try to get him to give you some
lessons.  He's one of the best players.  But don't get your hopes
up.  You're probably too much of a novice player for him to be
interested in you."

  Keri began to laugh hysterically.

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

  We had even more fun at the party.  There were drinks and food
as well as a dance floor with live music.  We hadn't been at the
party for more than five minutes before two guys had us out on
the dance floor.  The one who grabbed me said his name was Larry.

  Larry was awed.  "My god... I've never seen a woman with such a
gorgeous body much less actually held her in my arms and danced
with oher."

  My lower body moved sensuously against his erection, which was
stone hard and throbbing wildly against my mound.  "I think he
likes me," I whispered in his ear.

  "He likes you and he's dying to fuck you tonight."  Looking at
my wedding ring, he said, "Is your husband with you at the
tournament?"

  "No... I'm here with one of female friends.  It's our first
bridge tournament."

  "Doing any good?"

  "From the way your cock feels, I think I'm doing pretty good in
what counts.  Our scores were terrible though."

  Larry's hands moved slowly and sensuously down my hips onto my
ass.  Cupping both cheeks, he pulled me against his raging
erection and worked it up and down my mound."

  "I wish you were wearing a dress instead of jeans," he 
whispered in my ear.

  "If I were, what would you do?"

  "I'd have my hands under your skirt in a flash...finding out
just how excited you really are.  Am I going to get lucky
tonight?" he asked hopefully.

  "Probably not, but maybe before the tournament ends you might."

  We stayed at the party for over an hour.  I lost track of Keri
as one man after another pulled me onto the dance floor and most
of them essentially dry fucked me rather than dance.  At first, I
was self conscious and embarrassed and asked one guy who was
blatant about it to stop.

  "Why," he asked.  "Every other woman on the dance floor is
getting the same thing you are."

  When I looked at some of the other women, I saw that he was
right.  So, I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation.

  After the eighth man had "danced" with me, I realized that I
was losing control they were getting me so hot.  Fortunately,
Keri saved me.  She came back to our table, her arm hooked
through the arm of the young shoe clerk she had teased earlier in
the day.  "We're going back to the room.  Just wanted to let you
know so you wouldn't feel abandoned."

  "I'm ready to go as well."

  As the three of us walked toward the elevators, I could see
that the clerk didn't quite know how to handle the presence of a
second female.  Keri helped him out.

  "Don't pay any attention to her, Jack.  We have adjoining
rooms.  Just pretend she's not even here."

  Jack followed her instructions perfectly.  As soon as the
elevators doors closed, he said, "Take off that skirt, Keri. 
I've been dying to see you without it all day.  Take it
off...NOW!"

  "Anything you say, Honey."  Keri turned her back to him and
seductively lowered her skirt.  By the time the elevator arrived
at the ninth floor, she was holding her skirt with only her bra
and panties concealing what they could.

  As soon as we entered our rooms, he had Keri's bra pulled down
exposing both of her tits.  "Come on, Baby," she cooed.  "Let's
take this into the bedroom.  We'll leave the door unlocked in
case you want to watch or join us, Paula."

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

  "Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!  OOOohhhh yesss!!  Like that, Baby.  Fuck
Meeeeeeeeeeee!!"

  Keri and Jack had shut the connecting door, but it didn't do
much good.  Her cries and moans were still easily heard because
they didn't close the door on their side.  There was no way I was
going to get to sleep.  The men at the party already had my pussy
enflamed and ready, and now the two lovers in the next room were
pouring gasoline on the flames.  After ten minutes, I had to
masturbate.

  As my fingers strummed my engorged and throbbing clitoris in
time to the female grunts and moans coming from the next room, I
felt ridiculous... all those men dying to fuck me and here I am
using my fingers instead of a big, hard cock.  But I didn't feel
ridiculous enough to stop.

  After ten minutes, the covers were on the floor.  My legs gaped
open as I plunged two fingers into my pulsing vagina while
working my clit.

  "OOOHHhhhhh I'm cumminggg...  YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMM!" Keri
screamed in the next room.  My cunt erupted at the same time.

  After my second orgasm, Keri and Jack were apparently done and
the sounds from the next room ceased.  Shortly thereafter, I was
asleep.

  I didn't get to sleep more than an hour or so before Jack's
deep masculine voice woke me:  "Ohhh yeah!  Suck you hot Bitch. 
Suck my big cock!" he growled with masculine authority.  Then a
moment later... "Deeper, Keri.  Suck all of it!"

  In between Jack's masculine grunts of pleasure, I could hear
Keri moaning.  I was certain that she was fingering her clit
while she sucked.  "Oh well... they invited me to watch.  Let's
see if she's any good at sucking cock," I smiled to myself as I
moved to the door and quietly opened it.

  The first thing I saw was Jack's big prick pumping in and out
of Keri's mouth.  "No wonder she was wailing so loudly," I
thought as I looked at the 7 or 8 inch shaft pumping in and out
of her throat.

  I was right about Keri fingering her clit while she sucked. 
Suddenly, she jerked her mouth off the throbbing male shaft,
threw her head back, her body shuddering, as she came.

  "I want in that married cunt while it's throbbing!" Jack roared
pushing her onto her back and mounting the moaning woman.  Her
legs flew high and wide presenting her pussy to her lover who
nailed his iron-hard fuck stick into her on the first thrust.

  "UUUggghhhh... aaaahhh... give it to meeeeeeeeee... gawd!  What
a cock!  Fuck my pussy with it, Stud!" she wailed, her hips
thrusting upwards each time Jack drove down into her.  It had to
be hitting the bottom of her vagina on every thrust and judging
from the way she was grunting each time the male rod sunk out of
sight into her eager, contracting cunt, it was.

  By this time, I had my nightie up around my hips and was
rubbing my clit and finger fucking furiously.  Keri saw me and
moaned, "Oooohhhhh god, Paula... he's making me cummmmmmmmm...
aaahhh... aaahhhh... can you see how big his cock is? OOOhhhhh
fuckkkkkkkkkkk.... IM CUMMINGGGGGGGGG!!"

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

  I had just gotten out of the shower the next morning when the
phone rang.  Obviously, it had to be either Keri or Gordon.  It
turned out to be my husband.

  "Hi, Beautiful.  How did the first day at the tournament go?"

  "It was wonderful!  We shopped, took a dip in the hotel pool,
played in the side game last night, and then went to the party. 
It was almost 1:30 AM before I got back to my room."

  "And?"  my husband inquired.

  "I slept alone if that's what you're asking."

  "Really?"

  "Of course.  Did you expect me to take advantage of your
letting me run off to Dallas like this to cheat on you?"

  "Cheat.  It's cheating if you do it behind my back and conceal
it."

  "I know, but somehow it didn't feel right, so I slept alone."

  "Ok.  The idea is to have fun.  If it doesn't interest you...
then don't do it.  How about Keri?"

  "She didn't sleep alone.  In fact, she was so loud, she kept me
awake.  Don't tell Steve though."

  "Tell Steve?  You know me better than that."

  "Yeah.  I do.  Sorry.  Am I forgiven?"

  "Of course.  What did you do while she was getting laid?"

  "Masturbated and then spied on them.  Got off again watching
him giving it to her."

  "Now that is hot!"

  "I thought so too," I said with a sly laugh.

  "So do you plan on staying celebate for the entire tournament?"


  "We'll see.  If I do decide to have sex with a guy, are you Ok
with that?"

  "I'm hard just thinking about it.  Be sure to tell me all the
hot details if you do it.  Got to get to work.  Have fun.  Love
you!"

  "And I love you, Gordon.  You are one prince of a husband."

  After finishing my call with my husband, I fixed my makeup and
selected my outfit for the day.  On impulse, I chose a clinging,
nylon print dress with a plunging neckline.  The dress did cover
my shoulders and about half of my thighs.   I thought my breasts
looked so enticing that I decided against a bra.  I had spent 10
minutes trying to decide between a thong and bikini panties when
the phone rang again.  "This time it has to be Keri," I thought.

  Raising the receiver, I said "hello" and was very surprised and
pleased when a deep masculine voice answered.  "Hi Gorgeous. 
This is Mark.  Mark Perterson.  I hope you remember me."

  "Remembering a man who's asked to sleep with me isn't a
problem."

  "I want to more than ever after missing you last night.  How
about having breakfast with me.  I know a really great place
within walking distance of the hotel."

  "I'd love to.  Shall I meet you or what?"

  "What room are you in?"

  "916.  Keri is in room 914.  They're adjoining rooms."

  "I'll be there in 10 minutes."

  After I hung up, it was easy to make my decision about my
panties for the day.  I wasn't going to wear any.

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

  True to his word, Mark knocked on my door about 8 minutes after
I had hung up the phone.  When I opened it, he opened his mouth
to speak, but no words came out.  All he could was stare at me
and the dress I was wearing.

  "OMG... you look fabulous!"

  "You think it's too much?"

  "Do I look like the village idiot?  You look like a wet dream
in that dress.  WOW!"

  "You're marvelous for a girl's ego, Mark.  Shall we go?"  I
took his arm and he led me to the elevators.

  "Where is this fabulous breakfast place?" I asked as the
elevator descended.

  "It's a short walk, particularly if we take a shortcut through
the parking garage in the basement.  There's a tunnel connecting
to the building a block away."

  The elevator stopped at the basement.  It was only dimly lit
but there was more than enough light to see.  I noticed that Mark
had dropped back and was walking behind me.

  "Do you like the view?" I asked seductively.

  "God!  I love it!  Are you wearing anything under that dress? 
It doesn't look like it, but I know you must be."

  "Why do you think I must have something on under the dress?" I
teased.

  "Women usually do."

  "That's true.  Have you dated any women who didn't?"

  "When I was taking them to breakfast... no."

  "You have now."

  "I don't believe you.  I'm sorry, but I think you're just
trying to turn me on... and by the way, you're succeeding."

  "Good!  But I'm really not wearing anything under the dress."

  "Want to prove it?"

  "Right here?"

  "It's dark.  We're the only ones around.  Yes.  Do it right
here."

  "Ok."  I smiled as I pulled the dress off my shoulders and then
down below my 38DD breasts.  My nipples were almost as hard as
Mark's penis.

  "I don't believe it," he said in awe.  "How big are they?"

  "38DD.  Hope you like them.  Some men prefer small breasts."

  "I'm not one of them.  They're drop dead gorgeous."

  "Thank you, Sir.  Are you convinced?"

  "No.  That just proves you're not wearing a bra.  It doesn't
prove you don't have any panties on."

  "True.  You know, I think I have a small rock in my shoe.  Do
you mind waiting while I remove it?"

  "Quit trying to change the subject.  You were going to
prove..."  Mark stopped talking in mid-sentence because I had
bent over at the waist to remove the imaginary rock in my shoe. 
My short dress slid up around my hips and I finished the job by
pulling it up to my waist.  Facing away from him as I was, he had
a clear and unobstructed view of my ass and the wet slit of my
cunt in between... neither covered by any panties.

  I held the position for him for almost a minute.  Looking back
at him without rising, I whispered, "Convinced?"

  He moved to me, pulled me erect, and kissed me hard, his hands
under my dress exploring my ass and pussy.  "There's no way
you're going to get through this day without my fucking you,
Paula.  I'm so hard, it hurts."

  "I haven't decided yet if I'm going to let you get into me or
not, Mark.  But I promise to think about it."  I loved hearing
the sound of his desperate moan.

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

  Breakfast was every bit as good as Mark had promised.  As we
sat in the booth, he never took his eyes off me.  Even while he
was eating, he was either looking at my face or my tits.  Leaning
across the table, he whispered, "I'll like to eat you for
breakfast."

  "I love it when a man does that," I whispered back.  He closed
his eyes, moaned, and moved his hand under the table.  I knew he
was squeezing his throbbing erection.

  "Is it really hard now?"

  "Like stone.  So hard it hurts and you're making it harder
every minute you sit there.  Take out one of your tits."

  "There are people everywhere," I protested.

  "Take out one of your tits.  Do it now!" Mark ordered.

  "You may cum in your pants."

  "I know.  It's possible the way I feel.  Take one of them out."

  I pulled the bodice to one side exposing my left breast for
Mark's viewing pleasure.  "I can't believe how erotic and slutty
you look.  You're the most beautiful, sensuous woman I've ever
seen."

  "The guy at the booth across the aisle seems to like the way my
breast looks too.  He's got his eyes glued to it, but his wife is
facing the other way, and she doesn't know."

  "Is he still looking?"

  "Yes."

  "At what?"

  "My tits and also my legs under the table.  This dress is very
short.  I'm showing a lot of thigh."

  "Show more."

  "Ok"

  A moment later, Mark asked, "What are you showing him now?"

  "I've pulled my skirt higher on my thighs."

  "Pull it higher."

  I smiled across the table at Mark.  "Well," he asked.  "Did you
do it?"

  "Yes.  He staring at my legs right now.  He's hoping to see
more."

  "Can he tell that you're not wearing panties?"

  "Probably.  My dress is almost up to my hips."

  "Will you spread your legs for him so he can see your pussy?"

  "Do you want me to?  He thinks I'm your wife.  Does that
embarrass you?"

  "A little, but I want you to do it anyway."

  A bit later, Mark asked, "Well?"

  I smiled teasingly.  "He's staring right at my naked cunt,
Honey.  He's so hard, there's no way his wife's not going to
notice when they get up to leave."

  "Ok.  We don't want to cause him trouble with his wife.  I
think we should leave."

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

  Before returning to the hotel, Mark took me on a walking tour
of Dallas.  We visited the Kennedy Memorial, and after that, a
lot of the shops in the downtown area.  A short cab ride took us
to one of the nicer parks in Dallas.  We even explored some of
the back alleys of the city.  It was nearly noon, when Mark
hailed a cab, and we returned to the Marriott in time for lunch
and the afternoon sessions of bridge.

  "Why don't we get some deli sandwiches and some beer and then
take them to your room for lunch," Mark suggested when we entered
the hotel lobby.

  "I don't think deli sandwiches is what you plan to eat if we go
to my hotel room."

  "Well," he said defensively, "I'll eat the sandwiches too."

  We both laughed.  "Look, you're a very sexy, handsome man, and
a lot of fun as well.  I said I would think about it.  At the
party tonight, I'll let you know."


  "Ok.  I'll guess I'll just have to wait.  Where's your friend
Keri?  Are the two of you going to play today?"

  "We planned to play in a side game again this afternoon.  My
guess is that she's either at the pool or in our room."

  "I have a very good friend... nice guy and very handsome. 
Shall we go up and see if Keri would like to join us for lunch?"

  "There's a house phone on the wall over there.  I'll call her.
Save us a trip."

  The phone rang several times without an answer, and I was about
to hang up when I heard Keri's voice.  "Hello... that you Paula?"

  "Yeah.  Mark and I just got back from a sight seeing tour.  He
has a good looking friend who would like to join us for lunch. 
Want to come along?  Maybe the two of you could get together."

  "Sounds like fun, but I'll be another 20 or 30 minutes before I
can make it.  I'm... oohhhhh... mmmmmmmmmm... oh yeah... like
that, Baby.  Give it to meee!!"

  "Who is it?  The shoe clerk again?"

  "What's going on?" Mark asked.  "Is she ok?"

  Putting my hand over the mouthpiece, I whispered, "She's
fine... and getting better... She's being fucked."

  "Really?  Right now?"

  "Yeah.  Come on.  Listen with me."  I held the receiver between
our ears as I continued to talk to Keri.

  "Come on, fess up, Honey.  Who's giving it to you?  It's still
that shoe clerk isn't it?"

  "No... It's... oohhhhhhhh... oh fuck... Oh Fuck!  OOOHHH
FUCKKK!"

  In the background, we could hear the muted male grunts and the
dull thud of his body against Keri's:  "whoompf... whoompf...
whoompf... whoompf..."  Mark pressed against oe.  I felt his cock
at full erection, throbbing wildly against my buttock.

  Keri was doing her best to tell us what was happening, but
that's difficult for woman to do when she's cumming.

  "Ugh.. ugh... ugh... no... not the... aaaahhhhhhhhh...
shoe....ugh ugh... clerk.  OOOohhhhhhhhhhh gawd!!  It's the
room... aaahhhhhhhhhhh.... cumminggg... I'm gonna cummmm...
service guy... ugh!  ugh!  ugh!  Talk to you later... getting
fucked now."

  The line went dead, but Mark's cock was raging against my ass.
"Damn!" he gasped into my ear.  "That's the hottest thing I've
ever heard.  Please... let's go to your room.  I need you.  Now!"

  "Come on.  Don't start that again," I admonished.

  "But I'm hard," he moaned.

  I nearly burst out laughing.  "Honey, men get hard all the
time.  You'll live.  Trust me.  An unsatisfied hard-on is not
fatal."

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

  Up in room 914, Keri was naked.  The room service guy had her
mounted on his throbbing cock with her back against his chest,
her legs straddling his, as he pounded her squishing, pulsing
hole relentlessly with his sex shaft.  It thudded with masculine
authority in and out of her vagina bringing repeated wails of
heated, female passion from Keri's lungs.

  He had been screwing the sexy brunette for the last 30 minutes.
 Her cunt already held his massive first load and was about to
receive his second one.

  "Oohhh you hot Slut.  Squeeze your cunt around my dick, Baby. 
I'm gonna shoot another load into you."

  "Ohhhh fuck yess... pump my married pussy, Stud.  Give it to me
hard and fast.  Make me cum again.  I need to meet my friend for
lunch, Lover... so fuck me fast, Baby... Fuck and shoot... fuck
and shoot... ooohhh I'm cumminggggg!!!"

  The cock pumped in deep and began to spew out the contents of
the clerk's balls in thick streams of semen that poured into the
depths of Keri's vagina bathing the mouth of her womb with the
potent sperm.

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

  Mark, his friend Jordan, and Paula were already seated in the
hotel dining room when Keri finally arrived.  From her fresh
appearance, no one would have guessed that just 15 minutes
before, she was naked and pounding her sweat-coated body up and
down on the thick prick of the room service guy.  However, both
Mark and Paula had already told Jordan about the sensuous phone
call to Keri's room.  However, both men were perfect gentlemen
and nothing was said about that incident.

  Jordan looked like the quintessential lady's man.  Lean and
virile looking, he was ruggedly handsome and exuded an air of
male confidence that had allowed him to persuade a hundred or so
women to spread their legs.  From the way that Kari couldn't take
her eyes off him, Paula was sure that Steve's wife would soon be
one more notch on Jordan's big sex gun.

  "So, Mark tells me that the two of you are playing in first
duplicate bridge tournament.  Is that really right?"

  "Yeah.  First time for us.  We were virgins until yesterday."

  Neither of the men was going to touch that line with a 10-foot
pole.  "Are you enjoying the game?" Jordan asked.

  "We're having a wonderful time.  Not winning, of course, but
the tournament, the excitement, the people, the food and parties
are all great."

  "You know that Mark and I are professionals.  We could improve
your game enormously and very quickly.  In a couple of months,
you could be winning regularly in local and sectional events, and
if you played with a pro, you could occasionally win at the
regional level too.  Are you interested?"

  "Keri and I discussed that possibility.  We intend to play in a
lot of tournament during the coming year and probably after that
as well.  It would be nice to play better," I replied.

  Mark nodded and said, "As Jordan said, it wouldn't take long. 
All you have to do is pay attention and do exactly what we tell
you to do."

  Keri smiled seductively and asked, "Would we have to do every
thing you tell us to do... exactly the way you tell us to do it?"

  Neither man blinked.  Jordan replied in a voice even more
seductive than the one Keri had used.  "Absolutely... If I'm
going to teach a woman to play bridge, she's going to do every
thing I tell her to do, when I tell her to do it, and in exactly
the way I tell her to do it."

  "And your fees?  How much?" I asked.

  Now it was Mark's turn to be evasive.  "We'll give our answer
to that before this tournament is over."

  Neither Keri nor I had any doubt about what the two men wanted
to find out during the tournament before they set a price on
their bridge services.

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

  The game that afternoon was a near miracle.  Keri and I still
didn't really understand duplicate strategy.  We did know how to
play contract bridge fairly well, but had no idea what
modifications to make to accommodate the different scoring system
used in duplicate bridge where the only thing that matters is how
many pairs you beat on a given hand.  It doesn't matter if you
beat a pair by 10 points or a 1000, you get one match point for
every pair you beat on a given hand.

  By that afternoon, the word had spread that Keri and I were
playing in our very first duplicate bridge game at any level.  As
a result, the opposing pairs repeatedly got very careless.  They
obviously felt that they could bid or play however they liked and
we would have no idea what to do.  Basically, they had no respect
for us.

  Not knowing anything about duplicate bridge, all we could do
was play standard contract bridge.  We bid what we thought our
cards would let us make, did our best to set the opponent's
contracts, and when they had bid too much, we doubled.  Since we
knew everyone else played better than we did, we decided to bid
conservatively and hope that higher-level contracts that provided
greater rewards would not make.

  When the game was over, we had a monster score!  At a regional
tournament, a score of 50% is average.  A 60% score is good and
will occasionally win.  A 65% score will usually win the event. 
When we looked at the computer printouts of the final scores, we
had racked up a 72% game that literally destroyed all the
opposition.  We had won an event!  Although it was just a side
game, we were both elated and had every right to be.

  That night at dinner, Mark and Jordan were both speechless.  We
had handed them copies of the hands and computer printout of the
final scores, and the two pros had sat at the table examining the
results in nothing less than sheer amazement.  We were loving it!

  "JEZZZ! Look at board 11!", Mark exclaimed to Jordan.  "The
entire field is going down one or two in 3 No-trump, but Paula
and Keri played in five diamonds which can't be beaten with a
sledge hammer.  How in hell did you manage to reach five
diamonds?" he asked in stunned awe.

  "Well, we had a lot of diamonds and we knew the opponents
weren't going to run any suits on us if we played in diamonds. 
So we bid five diamonds rather than three no-trump.  Was that
wrong?" Keri replied.  Both men's mouths hung open.  Neither
could think of anything to say.

  "You think that board is something, take a look at board 17,"
Jordan said shaking his head as he studied the hand records, a
printout that shows all four hands on each deal that was played.

  "What about board 17?" Mark asked.

  "Did you see the results?"

  Mark studied them for a moment.  "God.  The girls beat 6 spades
a trick and every other pair in the room made the slam.  Some
even made an overtrick."

  "Right," Jordan replied.  "Now look at the hand record.  How do
you think they beat the slam?"

  After studying all four hands for a full minute, Mark shook his
head.  "Which of you was on lead?"

  "I was," I replied.

  "I know what you must have led, but I can't believe it.  What
did you lead?"

  With not just a little pride, I replied, "I led the diamond
two."

  The look on the men's faces was priceless.  "Amazing.  From a
suit headed by the ace, king, queen, jack, you led the two!"

  Jordan turned to Keri and asked, "When you played your highest
diamond, the ten, and it held the trick against a six spade slam,
were you shocked?"

  "Of course I was.  I couldn't understand it.  I asked to see
the trick again.  I must have sat there for a full minute trying
to figure out why Paula had underled the ace, the king, the
queen, and the jack.  Finally, I decided she wanted me on lead. 
She led the diamond two and there were a lot of clubs in the
dummy so I figured she wanted to trump a club.  I returned a
club... she trumped... down one.  Enough about bridge.  Let's
order.  We're hungry."

  Halfway through the meal, Mark laid his fork down and asked,
"Is this really your first time to play duplicate bridge?"

  "Yes, it is.  But we do know how to play normal bridge."

  Keri and I spent the entire dinner grinning at each other.

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

  Before Mark and Jordan went off to their evening game, Mark 
asked us if we would like to kibitz him and his partner that
evening.

  "It won't bother you?" I asked.

  "Not at all," he replied.

  "Ok.  We'll kibitz for awhile, but we want to do some shopping
before the stores close at 9 PM.  So we'll leave around 8 PM and
maybe see you later."

  "Count on it," Mark said with male determination in his voice.

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

  Promptly at 7 PM, Keri and I were seated at Mark's table as the
game was about to start.  Since were kibitzing Mark and his
partner, we had to sit behind them and not behind their
opponents.  That way we could not see the cards the opponents
held, but they could still see both of us.

  Their first opponents were two men.  It was almost hilarious. 
Neither of their opponents could take their eyes off of either
Keri or me.  They just darted from my big tits to Keri's and from
there down to her exposed thighs, and then rapidly back to mine.
To make matters even worse for them, we frequently leaned forward
so that they could see even more of our tits.  Both of us crossed
and then recrossed our legs... several times during each round. 
With each crossing more of our thighs came into view as well as
our panties.

  At the end of the first round, Mark said he estimated that they
had won 21 of the available 24 match points on the two hands that
were played.  When we left at 8 PM, Mark grinned and said, "Hell,
if we don't win this with the head start you girls have provided,
we may as well give up the game."

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

  When Mark and Jordan sat down beside us at the party later that
night, Mark looked disappointed.  "Why so glum?" I asked.  "Did
you lose?"

  "No.  We came in second overall, which is a very good result. 
I just thought you might be wearing something incredibly sexy
tonight."

  "Don't you think my skirt is short enough?  If it were any
shorter, my ass would be display."

  "I know.  It's incredibly sexy, but your top covers all of your
gorgeous breasts.  You shouldn't be shy about showing them. 
They're fantastic."

  "You think so?"

  "Hell yes.  Of course, I think so.  So does every man at the
tournament who's lucky enough to see them."

  "Well, if you feel like that, I think I'll just unbutton my
sweater and leave it open."  I was wearing a tan sweater that
buttoned down the front.  It took awhile to open all the buttons,
but when I had them open and pulled the sweater aside, Mark and
all the other men at the party saw that my white T-shirt was
totally transparent and exposed all of both tits and my nipples.

  "Is this better?"  I asked with a sly smile.

  "Of fuck YES!  Come on, Paula.  Let's dance and show you off to
everyone here."

  Once on the dance floor, Mark wasted no time.  His arms pressed
my breasts against his chest while his hands cupped my ass
beneath my short skirt.  He pulled my mound against his raging
erection and thrust it into the top of my slit where it rubbed
against my swollen clitoris sending waves of sexual pleasure
through my pussy and belly.

  As he moved me around the dance floor, his cock shaft
continuously moved up and down my belly.  Every time it descended
to the top of my cunt, it caused my clit to throb and contract. 
As my body shuddered helplessly in the throes of intense sexual
excitement, his thick, iron hard shaft would grind into my belly.
 At the same time, he continued to whisper vivid descriptions of
how he was going to use me... to fuck me.  After 10 minutes, I
had an orgasm on the dance floor.

  "I think it's time we took this upstairs to your room,"  Mark
said.

  "I haven't yet decided whether or not I'm going to sleep with
you," I stammered.

  "Yes you have.  That was decided when you let me make you cum
right here on the dance floor.  Now, we're going up to your room.
 When we get there, what are we going to do?"

  I couldn't bring myself to speak the answer even though my
throbbing pussy had already answered Mark's question.  "Answer
me!  What are we going to do when we get to your room?"

  "You're going to fuck me," I said in a whisper so soft I could
hardly hear my own answer.

  "I didn't hear you.  Speak up.  What are we going to do?"

  Leaning close, I said in his ear, "We're going to fuck."

  "That's not all we're going to do.  What else are we going to
do?"

  "I'm going to suck your cock and you're going to go down on me
and make me cum."

  "Good.  Finally.  It really takes work to get an answer from
you.  Where am I going to sleep tonight?"

  I was pressing my body hard against his now... actually rubbing
my enflamed cunt on his thigh.  "With me... in my bed."

  "And in the morning...?"

  "In the morning, you'll fuck me again and make me suck you."

  "Make you?  I never make a woman do anything.  So... in the
morning?"

  "In the morning, you'll fuck me, and then I hope you allow me
to suck you."

  "Good.  Let's find Keri and tell her we're leaving so she won't
be looking for you."

  "She's already gone."

  "How do you know?"

  "I saw her leaving with Jordan while we were dancing.  I'm sure
they're already up in our rooms."

  "Doing what?"

  "If he's half the man you are, he's fucking her or letting her
suck his cock."

  "Shall we find out?"  Mark extended his arm and he led me
toward the elevators with every man staring at my bouncing tits
as we left.

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

  As soon as we opened the door to 916, we heard Keri's voice. 
"OH yes!  Harder!  Bang it into me, Jordan... Harder!  AAAHHH...
UUNNGGHH!"

  The bedsprings were squeaking at a faster and faster pace, each
squeak being punctuated with the dull thud of a male body into a
female sex saddle.  In the middle of the intense fucking he was
giving her, Jordan growled in male delight, "Ah Shit!  You're so
fucking wet and tight.  Wrap your legs around me, Baby.  Throw
that pussy up in the air!"

  "They didn't bother to shut the adjoining door," Mark whispered
in my ear.  "Let's check it out."

  Mark moved us to the open doorway where we stood and watched
Jordan fucking her like the hot slut she was.  The sight was
incredibly erotic, and the fact that Mark had one hand under my
top playing with my tits and the other inside my panties stroking
my clit made it even hotter.  Keri was on her back, naked except
for her heels, with her legs high in the air and behind her head.
 Jordan was nailing his big cock in and out of her cunt making
her cunt contract and throb.  Keri was screeching and moaning
every time he drove his shaft down her upturned and waiting
vagina.

  "Oh god... look how hard he's fucking her," I whispered to
Mark.  "How big is he?"

  "He's big... but not as big as I am."  My pussy contracted
violently about his fingers.

  "Come on.  I've been dying to get into you for the last two
days."  Mark pulled me into our bedroom and asked, "Want me to
shut the door?"

  "No.  Leave it open... unless it bothers you."

  I took one look back at Keri writhing beneath Jordan's body and
at his big cock stitching in and out of her squishing vagina.  As
I turned toward Mark, I heard her begging, "Oh fuck me, Stud. 
Fuck that married hot pussy, Baby... harder... make me cum!"

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

  Mark sat down on the bed and ordered me strip for him.  He
didn't ask... he just ordered me to do it.  I was shocked to find
myself doing it a moment later... not only stripping for him as
ordered, but also shuddering with sexual excitement as I dd it.

  By the time I was down to my panties and heels with my bra
bunched under my tits, my pussy was gushing so much the
secretions were running down my thighs, and I could smell the
sensuous muskiness of my arousal.  So could Mark, and he removed
his thick penis that stood straight up in rigid erection, the big
purple head swollen and coated with precum.  It was huge!  It's
thickness sent shivers of female fear and desire surging through
my belly.

  "Think you can take this, Paula," he said softly.  I began to
tremble with eagerness.

  "I want that!" was all I could get out I was shaking so hard.

  "Come over here and show me your big fuck jugs," my lover-to-be
commanded.

  I had my bra off in a lightning stroke and was leaning over the
bed letting my tits and their swollen, engorged nipples dangle in
his face.  "Suck them... please!"  I moaned.

  Mark hefted both tits in his hands and then pulled me closer to
his mouth using my tits as handles.  The electric sensation of
his lips closing over my nipple and then sucking on it hard made
my vagina contract in a hard spasm and more of my fluids gush
from my overheated pussy.

  "Lose the panties, Paula!"

  Staying close enough to keep my nipple in his mouth, I ripped
my panties down my thighs and then worked them off with my feet.
The entire time, my eyes stayed locked on his jerking, swollen
penis.  It was now slick with precum.  The bloated head
pulsing... the small hole at the end opening and closing... over
and over as if waiting to fire its load into the deepest recesses
of my cunt.

  "Get on the bed, Paula.  Spread yourself."

  I was now beside myself with need and feminine arousal.  I had
to have his cock in me.  Gordon had often said that women have
more a lot more sexual control than men until they're aroused and
see a huge, swollen male organ.  At that point, a woman's desire
dwarfs a man's.  Any doubts I may have previously had were gone
as I stared with intense lust at Mark's throbbing sex spear.

  In an instant, I was on the bed, on my back, my knees raised
and spread.  I had my hands behind me lying on the bed with my
breasts arched upward... as if presenting them for use by the
stud would was about give the fucking I needed.  I spread wider
as Mark moved to the foot of the bed and stared between my spread
thighs at the gaping, wet hole of my sex.

  "What do you want?"  he asked softly.

  "OOOHHHH god!!  Your cock!  YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK!" I screamed.

  "Where?" he whispered.

  "In me.  In my pussy!  Ooohhh Hurry!  I'm can't wait any
longer!"

  "Where?" he asked again.

  "In my cunt!  In my married cunt.  In my hot fuck hole!  STICK
IT IN MEEEEEEEEEEE!"  I wailed in uncontrollable female heat.

  "If you really want it, spread wider.  Arch your ass and pussy
up in the air and show it to me the way a woman who wants cock
displays her wet, throbbing cunt.  I'm not giving you cock until
you show me how much you really want it."

  "Oh god... please!  I'm sorry for making you wait.  Please!" I
begged as I planted my feet on the bed and arched my ass high in
the air.  When it was as high as I could get it, I spread my legs
and exhibited my cunt like a depraved whore.  "Can you see how
wet I am?  Can you see how my hole gapes open hoping you'll fuck
it.  Do it to me.  Fuck me, Mark.  Fuck my married pussy...
please!"

  "And if I want to fuck you again tomorrow?  How long do I have
to wait before you decide?"

  "You don't have to wait... and you don't even have to ask me. 
Just take me to bed and give it to me... anytime... as much as
you want... please... give it to me NOW!"

  "I haven't decided yet.  Turn over.  On your knees, head on the
bed, ass up in the air.  Reach between your legs and spread your
cunt so I can see if you really are wet enough and hot enough to
fuck."

  Even though it was totally humiliating, I found myself assuming
the degrading position and then reaching between my thighs to
spread open my pussy.  I even arched my hips as high as possible
and began fuck motions I was so hot.  I could feel my sexual
juices bubbling from my exposed vagina.

  "I really do think you're the hottest female I've ever seen. 
Are you going to keep me waiting in the future?"

  "No... never!  I promise.  Just please... A man shouldn't treat
a woman like this when she's so hot and needs cock."

  "You're right!"

  My entire body shuddered when I felt Mark's body join mine on
the bed.  I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting against him as
his lips found mine in an intense kiss, his tongue driving deep
inside my mouth to caress and stroke my eager tongue.  His huge
phallus thrust against my mound with urgency.

  "Spread yourself," he commanded.

  I had my legs wide open and up in the air in an instant as my
hips continued to thrust uncontrollably against his turgid male
organ.  "OOohhhhhhhhhhhh put it in meeeeeeeeeeeee!" I begged.

  Thrusting his hips deep into the spread of my legs, Mark drove
his sex gun into my cunt.  An intense shriek of female pleasure
erupted from my lungs that grew even louder when he hammered his
hips even deeper into my sex saddle and began fucking me like
bitch in heat... which I was.

  "Ooohhh fuck yes! LIKE THAT!  LIKE THAT!  AHHHH GAWD!  WHAT A
COCK! WHAT A COCK!  GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!  AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  I held my tits, squeezing them hard, as I took the thick shaft
up my cunt.  It stretched me... really stretched me.  The
friction on my clitoris was intense.  Every stroke made me howl
with intense pleasure.  Every other stroke forced my hot, wet,
stretched cunt into hard contractions.  On every third stroke,
another orgasm would rip through my pussy making my clit dance
and jerk.  People in the hallway could hear me screaming as Mark
fucked me.  I LOVED IT!

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

  It was 2 or 3 AM in the morning before Mark finally was finally
spent, having pumped three loads of semen deep inside my pussy
and having me suck him off once.  I had cum over and over... so
many times I lost count long before Mark rolled off my body after
injecting his third load into me.

  I curled up around his sweat-covered body, put my head on his
shoulder, and was asleep within a minute or two, oblivious to the
thick, white, river of semen seeping from my stretched pussy.

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

  At 10 AM, I was awakened by the repeated ringing of my cell
phone.  Pulling myself from Mark's embrace, I rolled over to get
to my cell on the beside table.  Mark, who had also been
awakened, was propped up on his elbow behind me listening to the
ringing of the phone.

  As soon as I flipped it open, caller ID announced it was Gordon
calling me.  Quickly turning back to Mark, I whispered, "It's my
husband."  He nodded his understanding.

  "Hi, Honey," I said cheerfully into the phone.  "Sorry it took
me so long to answer.  You woke me up."

  "Really?" came my husband's questioning voice.  "It's after 10
AM."

  "I know, but it was really late when I got to bed last night."

  "I figured it would be.  Was the party a lot of fun?"

  "Oh yes.  It was really wonderful."

  "Well, are you going to tell me how you and Keri did yesterday
at the tournament or did you even play bridge at all?"

  "I was hoping you'd ask!" I gushed.  "WE WON!"

  "You won??  Bull shit!  It's your first tournament.  I know you
can play bridge, but how in the hell did you manage to win a
duplicate event when you and Keri had never played in any
duplicate game before Wednesday evening?"

  "Well, you'd got a very smart wife, Honey."  I teased. 
"OOoohhhh!"

  "What?"

  "Nothing.  Just a momentary leg cramp.  I haven't gotten out of
bed yet.  MMmmmmmmmm... "

  "Does it hurt bad?"

  "Not that bad, but I can certainly tell you that I feel it."

  "Well, how did you and Keri manage to win?"

  "We played conservatively and hoped the aggressive contracts
wouldn't make.  For the most part, they didn't.  And we just
played bridge.  And we were lucky, of course.... AAAHhhhhhh
god..."

  "Sounds like it really does hurt.  Leg cramps in the morning
can be really bad.  You need someone there to massage it."

  "I know.  I'm working on it.  The hard knot will go away if I
keep massaging it like I'm doing.  Anyway, we won.  It was really
wonderful.  We're still on a high over our victory."

  "And you should be.  Keep the hand records.  I want to hear all
about every hand when you return."

  "OK... I will.  You're a prince for wanting all the details."

  "I always want all the details."

  "Oohhh fuckk... mmmmmmmmmmmm..."

  "You sound like you're in real pain.  Is the cramp really
deep?"

  "Yeah.  It's really deep.  But it'll be ok in a bit.  I just
have to massage it more."

  "So did you change your mind about having some company?"

  "I thought about it, but still it just didn't seem right.  It's
one thing to have fun shopping, dining, sight seeing, going to
parties, and playing bridge while you work.  It's another to
sleep with a guy and let him fuck me... ooohhhh aahhhh... damn!"

  "Ok.  It's up to you, but remember what I said.  What's the
plan for today?"

  "We're going to have a late breakfast, go shopping at Neiman
Marcus... you'd better work hard and make us a lot of money...
their prices are sky high... and then have a great dinner and
play bridge again this evening before going to the party.  I
really wish you were here."

  "Thank you.  I miss you."

  "You just miss my pussy and big tits."

  "That's not true!  I miss you!"

  "I know.  I'm sorry.  I was just teasing you.  I'll call you
tonight after the game if we win, otherwise talk you to
tomorrow... Ohhhh.. uugghh..ooohhhhhhh... fuck!  I'm sorry,
Honey... got to hang up... this cramp is killing me... got to
massage it."

  "Ok... take care of it."

  "I will, Honey.  I will.  Bye."

  I hung up and Mark slammed his big meat into my cunt harder
than ever.  "Massage it, Baby.  Make it go down.  Massage my
meat, Paula.  Squeeze it with your hot cunt!"

  I began to scream as the huge shaft thudded into me with
renewed masculine authority.

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

  As I had told my husband on the phone, we had a late breakfast
with plans to head out to Neiman-Marcus after we finish eating. 
Mark and Jordan had other plans.

  "We're not going to be able to have fun together today or this
evening," Mark commented casually.

  "Why's that?" asked Keri.

  "We both have steady clients who have hired our services for
today's event."

  "Well, you're both professional players.  Business before
pleasure as they say.  Maybe we'll see you tomorrow."

  "You can bet on that," Jordan stated.

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

  As we were in the cab on the way to Neiman-Marcus, I mused, "I
wonder how much their clients pay them to play bridge with them?"

  "Jordan told me.  $1,000 a session."

  "Wow!  Do you mean a session or an event.  Today's event is two
sessions."

  "Right.  Both Mark and Jordan will be paid $2,000 for the day
plus all expenses.  Those two guys make a good living, but I bet
they don't have as much fun today as they did yesterday with us."

  I grinned.  "How was Jordan anyway.  When we looked in after we
came back to our rooms, he seemed to be really hot in bed."

  "He's good.  Very good.  I don't have to ask how Mark was.  I
heard you moaning and howling all night and again this morning. 
Was he doing anything while you were talking to Gordon on the
phone?"

  "Just fucking me from behind."

  "Did Gordon know?"

  "I don't think so.  I moaned several times, but I told him I
had just gotten a cramp in my leg."

  "Your husband is a trusting soul.  Would you like to switch if
we get together with them tomorrow?  I know Jordan would like to
fuck you, and if I know men at all, I think Mark would like to
sample what I have between my thighs."

  "Oh you're bad, Keri.  Really bad!"

  "Not really.  Just curious."

  "No.  You're bad.  Evil... depraved."

  "So do you want to switch or not?"

  "Of course I do."

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

  Our bridge game that evening was not nearly as successful as
the one we had had the previous day, but we did manage to come in
slightly above average, which we thought was a good result
considering our level of experience with duplicate bridge.

  It was 11 PM when the game ended, and we were both ready to
party.  Since both Mark and Jordan were busy with their clients
discussing the bridge game and how they had done, we were both at
loose ends.

  "I'm sure something will turn up.  Come on, Paula.  Let's go
trolling."

  I couldn't suppress a laugh at the analogy... trolling for
fish... big fish in this case.

  When we entered the party area, it looked to both of us like
the "fishing" would be good tonight.  The way we were dressed,
Keri in a tight, black sheathe and me wearing a black top with a
plunging neckline and a micro-mini skirt, we were attracting male
attention as soon as we entered.

  The men gave us just enough time to get something to eat from
the buffet before they were asking us to dance.   Tonight, the
management had turned out most of the lights around the dance
area so that the couples are some privacy.  The guy with me was
taking full advantage of the situation.  We hadn't been on the
floor for more than a couple of minutes before I felt his hands
caressing my ass and his hard cock mashed against my mound.  The
fact that I had my tits pressed against his chest probably had
something to do with the state of his penis.

  For a half hour, we switched back and forth between different
guys.  At the end of that time I had danced with 8 different men
and had 16 hands all over my ass and four hands inside my
panties.  I hadn't let the hands that ventured that far explore
much before I removed their hand, but they enjoyed it while it
lasted, and if truth be told, it was exciting for me too.

  Keri was getting felt up even more than I was.  When we were
left alone at our table for a brief moment, she told me that two
of the men she had danced with had gotten a finger or two into
her pussy on the dance floor.

  "Did you stop them?"  I asked, actually surprised.

  "Of course I stopped them!"  she said indignantly.  "I was very
firm in removing their hands ... after a minute or so," she
grinned.  "Heads up, Girl.  Here comes Rob.  He's a hot guy."

  "He one of the men who got his fingers into you on the dance
floor?" I asked.

  "No.  I would have probably let him, but he was too nervous to
try to go that far."

  "Hi again," Rob said as he came up to our table.  "Who's your
friend?"

  "Hi, Rob.  This is Paula.  We're playing in our first duplicate
bridge tournament this week.  Neither of us has ever played
before."

  "Well, I have no idea how you may be doing at the bridge table,
but the two of you certainly have all the male attention here." 
Rob stopped, stared at Keri for a moment and then sort blurted,
"I gotta ask.  Have you got anything on under that dress?"

  "I danced twice with you.  Didn't you figure it out?" she
teased.

  "I know you're not wearing a bra but I couldn't tell if you're
wearing panties or not."

  "All you had to do was put your hand under my dress and you
would have found out."

  "What would you have done if I hand done that?"  he asked,
obviously excited.

  "Enjoyed it."

  Rob was already slightly hard before, but when Keri made that
comment, I saw his the bulge in his crotch increase in size
significantly.

  "Show me," he said.

  "Show you what?"

  "Whether you're wearing panties or not."

  "Ok.  But it would have been a lot more fun for you if you had
just taken the initiative and found out for yourself."  Without
comment, Keri pulled her skirt high on her hips and spread her
legs wide open revealing her sexy pink bikini panties for Rob,
and any other man who was watching, to see.

  I wondered how far Keri intended to go with Rob.  She was
keeping her legs open while Rob commented on her panties and told
her about his interest in what was under them.  It certainly
looked like she was considering having sex with him.

  Before I could find out more, however, a young black male came
to the table and asked me if I would like to dance.  I really
would have preferred to stay at the table and see what Keri had
planned for Rob, but the guy was so eager, I accepted.  The fact
that he was in his mid-twenties and good looking probably
influenced my decision somewhat.

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

Gordon's Quandary:

  After my phone conversation with Paula Friday morning, I spent
the rest of the day thinking about what I had heard. It was now a
little after 11 PM, and I was still thinking about it.

   Paula occasionally suffered morning leg cramps.  That was for
certain.  Many times, I had spent five to ten minutes massaging
and kneading her calf muscles trying to work out the cramp while
my wife was moaning in pain.  Leg cramps in the morning didn't
last long, but they were painful for a brief period.

  So, there was nothing unusual about Paula suffering from a leg
cramp after I had abruptly awakened her with my phone call that
would have caused her to move too rapidly and perhaps trigger a
leg cramp.  However, in most cases, the initial pain is so
intense that she would have cried out much more emphatically than
she had done.  She even continued our conversation while her leg
was cramping.  That seemed odd.  In addition to that, the
squeaking sounds of the bed I had heard on the phone suggested
strongly that her moans and gasps were being caused by something
very different and much more pleasurable than a leg cramp.

  As I sipped my cold beer, I concluded that Paula was almost
certainly being screwed while she was talking to me on the phone.
 The only uncertainty was whether I had interrupted an
in-progress fucking or whether her lover had decided it would be
very hot and erotic to fuck Paula while she was talking to her
husband on the phone.  In the end, I decided that that fine point
was of academic interest only.

  The real questions were (1)  why didn't Paula tell me about the
guy.  After all, I had given her permission to have some sexual
fun at the bridge tournament.  It wasn't something that she had
to conceal.  (2)  What, if anything, did I plan to do about the
situation?

  At 11:30 PM, I decided that I would catch an early flight to
Dallas in the morning and either just check up on my wife or
perhaps spend the day and part of Sunday with her.  I wondered if
she was so taken with one particular man that she was fucking
only him.  "Maybe he's giving it to her right now," I thought.

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

  At 11:35 PM, I was on the dance floor with Lewis.  He was an
excellent dancer, and like all excellent male dancers, he made it
very easy for me to follow all his moves.  I was also impressed
by the fact that although he had my breasts firmly pressed
against his chest, his hands had not moved below my waist.

  "Do you play tournament bridge often?" I asked with my cheek
pressed against his.

  "I don't play bridge at all."

  "Then why are you here at this party for bridge players?"

  "Well, I guess I have to confess.  The food is always excellent
and its free."  He paused a moment and then added, "And
occasionally, like tonight, I get to meet and dance with an
incredibly gorgeous, sexy woman."

  "Thank you, kind sir," I responded warmly.

  "You're welcome.  Just stating the obvious.  I've never seen a
woman with such an incredible body and face as yours.  And that
outfit you're wearing is enough to give my 90-year old great
grandfather a hard-on."

  "Mmmmmmmmm... thank you again.  He's not the only one with one
of those right now."

  "I got hard as soon as I saw you with your friend.  Dancing
close to you like this is sheer torture and sheer pleasure
combined."

  "You're a very nice man... in fact, you're the only man I've
danced with at this tournament who has had me on the dance floor
for more than one dance who hasn't explored my ass."

  "I want to," Louis stated flatly.

  "Why don't you then."  As soon as the last word was out of my
mouth, his hand moved downward to my buttocks where it caressed
each globe in turn.  After exploring every curve, he spread his
palm across my butt and pressed me against his now steel-hard,
thick erection.

  "Gawd!  You feel hard... I mean really HARD!  And big!"

  "I am."  Louis pressed his mouth against my ear and softly
whispered, "Really hard... and really big!"

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

  At 11:45 PM, I finished my beer.  Usually, I don't have more
than one, but this was a different kind of occasion.  As I took
another Bud out of the fridge, I thought, "If my wife is screwing
someone right now or about to screw someone, I would prefer that
it not be the same guy who was fucking her this morning while we
were talking on the phone."

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

  "I believe it!  You feel huge!" I almost moaned in Louis' ear.

  "Have you had sex with a black man before?"

  "Yes."

  "More than once?"

  "Yes."

  "Was it good?"

  "Usually.  Sex is usually good.  Have you had a white woman
before?"

  "Yes."

  "More than once?"

  "Yes."

  "Were any of them married?"

  "Most have been married.  They're hotter in bed."

  "Were they all good?"

  "No, but most were.  You will be... of that I'm certain."

  "Will be?"  I questioned as I hadn't yet told Louis this I
would sleep with him.

  "Yes... will be.  I'm going to fuck you."

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

  I finished my second beer at midnight still thinking... still
wondering... if my wife was being screwed right now.  And if she
was, who was in her?  Who was fucking her?  Damn!  I realized
that I had a very stiff erection.

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

  I heard the chimes on the Municipal Building across the street
ringing twelve times as the elevator rose toward the ninth floor.
 The first chime sounded as the elevator doors closed.  The
second chime coincided with the entry of Louis' hand under my top
to heft and caress my bare breasts.  By the time I heard the
sixth chime, I felt Louis' hand beneath my skirt where his
fingers were skillfully slipping beneath my panties to my soaking
wet pussy.

  I couldn't keep my hips still as the fingers explored my sex
trench... spreading the lips and they moved up and down my sexual
furrow.  His fingers found my engorged clitoris just as the ninth
chime rang out to mix with my feminine cries of delight.  On the
tenth chime, Louis pulled my micro skirt up to my waist.  I
moaned helplessly as he worked me into a frenzy of desire.  On
chime eleven, my panties were pulled down to mid-thigh baring my
cunt.

  On the final chime, the elevator doors opened on the night
floor and my pussy opened to admit two fingers deep inside my
throbbing vagina.

  "Which one is your room?" Louis asked.

  "It's 916... to the left... down the hallway," I gasped as the
fingers worked in and out of my drenched sex hole caressing my
clitoris each time they reentered.

  "Follow me," Louis commanded.  I really couldn't do anything
else as he led me down the hallway by my cunt.  No one had ever
done that to me before.  It was both humiliating and intensely
exciting.  So much so that I felt my juices gushing around the
fingers that were sunk deep inside my hole... fucking in and out
and at the same time, pulling me toward my room.

  I tried to keep up with Louis, but it was difficult with my
panties around my thighs.  Once I stumbled, but Louis used his
grip on my cunt to keep me erect.  We were almost to the door of
our rooms when a man came out of the room directly across the
hall from 916.  He stared at the black man who had his hand
buried in my exposed pussy.  When he realized that I was being
led down the hallway by my cunt, he groaned, "Damn!  That is
fucking hot, Man!"

  Louis calmly replied, "I think she'll be hot fucking... I'll
find out soon."

  I was so hot from every thing that was happening, I came...
hard... my cunt just erupting and spurting.  Louis rubbed my clit
harder to intensify my orgasm.  The man watching Louis work on me
gasped, "Hot Damn!  She's cumming!  She's actually cumming!"

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

  In my bedroom at 12:05 AM, I stripped and intended to go to
bed, but my erection had other ideas.  Laying down, I wrapped my
hand around my surging 8-inches and slowly stroked it.  It
throbbed when I squeezed it.  I wondered if my wife was cumming
yet?  I imagined that I was watching her lover masturbating her
to an intense orgasm with another man watching.  The thought was
so hot I knew that I would fire off a load very soon.

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

  Once inside the room, Louis made short work of my skirt,
panties, and top.  In less than a couple of minutes, he had me
naked, lying on the couch with my legs spread, feet still encased
in my heels, waiting on him to come fuck me.  My pussy was a
swamp.

  Slowly, he stripped while I watched.  He was a magnificent male
specimen... lean, sharply defined muscles rippling across his
biceps and chest, flat stomach, tight ass with powerful buttocks
that looked like they could fire hose his load into a woman's
cunt.  And of course, his cock...big... thick... throbbing...
hugely erect... coated with a sheen of precum... surging... eager
to penetrate.  I almost had an orgasm just looking at it.

  Looking directly into my eyes with a sensuous smile, Louis
spoke in a soft but firm voice, "Turn over.  Show me your ass and
pussy from behind."  In a flash, I was kneeling on the couch,
head down, ass up exhibiting myself like a whore.  Louis moved
behind me as I looked back at him.  When he inspected my cunt and
my ass, I saw his cock surge upward, its head bloated and
swollen, randy to fuck into me.  I felt like I was going to cum
again.

  Louis moved around until his big cock was next to my face.  He
gave me a one-word command:  "SUCK!"  My vagina throbbed as I
took his phallus into my mouth.  There was no possible way for me
to suck all of him.  I had to stretch my mouth wide to get the
first four inches inside.  My cheek bulged as his big prick
pumped in and out of my mouth.  Without realizing it, I was
rubbing my clitoris furiously while I sucked it.  Before he
withdrew his rod from my mouth, I had reached my second orgasm.

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

  My hips were thrusting up and down on the bed as I fantasized
about my wife sucking a big cock.  In my mind, I could see the
huge dick stretching her mouth hole out of shape as her lover
mouth fucked her.  I wondered if she was actually sucking all the
men who were fucking her.

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

  Louis had me mounted on his cock with my back against his
chest.  His hands were beneath my thighs raising my pussy up and
down on his massive shaft.  Every time it slugged into me, hot
pulsing contractions rippled through my fully plugged hole.

  "Oohhhhh Louis... Fuck me!  Fuck me with that big cock, Baby. 
I'm gonna cum... gonna CUMMMMM!!  AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"  I wailed
as my vagina jerked in hard spasms around the black fuck stick.

  As my vagina exploded, Louis turned me onto my back with my
legs up.  A moment later, his big dick stretched my pussy again
and sank into my depths.  He jack hammered his rod in and out of
vagina causing repeated shrieks of female pleasure to erupt from
my mouth.

  "I'm about to cum, Paula." he announced.

  "Do it... DO IT!  Do it in me.  Shoot it innnnnnnnn!!" I urged
on the brink of another orgasm myself.

  "Not in your pussy... want to cum in your hot ass!"

  "Ooohhhh...NNOoooo... can't take it there... you're too big!" I
pleaded.

  "Yes you can... watch... feel," he whispered.  He slowly
withdrew his big shaft from my clinging cunt and pressed the wet
head against my anus.  He was hard as stone and slowly his cock
worked its way into my rectum... stretching me wide as it sank
into me.

  "UUUNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  Louis ignored my cries and pushed deeper and deeper into my
ass.  Finally, I felt his balls slapping against my buttocks as
he ass fucked me in hard, driving strokes.

  "Oh Yeah! OH YEAH!  Ass fuck me, Stud.  OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!

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

  "He's fucking my wife... he's fucking my wife's cunt... he's
fucking my wife's ass," I fantasized as my cock exploded sending
a huge stream of cum high in the air.   Again and again, my
buttocks clenched, each contraction shooting another big stream
of semen into the air.  When gravity brought it back, it
splattered across my chest forming a huge cum pool in my belly
button.

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

  Louis' powerful buttocks contracted hard.  I could feel his
penis swell even larger inside my ass... then the huge gush of
semen blasted out deep inside my ass.  Again and again, his
buttocks clenched, each contraction shooting another huge stream
of semen into my hot ass.  Gravity pulled it deeper and deeper
into my ass tube as the big sex gun fired cum bullet after cum
bullet into my ass.

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

Saturday:  An Open Pair Event:

  Louis had left around 2 AM after screwing me one more time.  As
soon as he left, I fell into an exhausted, deep sleep and didn't
awake until 10 AM or so the next morning.  Dragging myself out of
bed, I went to the bathroom and relieved my bladder and then
returned to the bedroom to retrieve my clothes from the various
places Louis had tossed them the previous evening in his urgency
to get into me.

  I was still searching when Keri and Rob opened the adjoining
door and walked in.

  "Good morning," Keri said cheerfully.

  I was bent over, still start naked, searching for my panties
between the cushions of the couch and replied without raising up.
 "Good morning.  Have you already had breakfast.  How was Rob
last night?  Any good?"

  A masculine voice replied, "I think she enjoyed it.  She
certainly came enough times."

  "Oh shit!  I didn't realize you were here, Rob.  Let me get
dressed."

  "Don't!" he almost screamed.  "You look incredible.  Your tits
are amazing and so is every thing else.  Just like Keri said."

  When Rob had screamed, "Don't", I had sort of automatically
stopped and now was standing there, everything exposed, without
knowing what to say.  Keri spoke before I could think of
anything.

  "Paula, Rob really wants to fuck you, and this will be his only
chance.  Why don't you let him have a quickie, and then we'll all
go out for breakfast.  He can buy."

  When I didn't reply, Keri turned to her lover of the previous
evening and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?  The sexy lady
is naked and available."

  "Oh come on, Keri.  I just woke up and I'm still sore from last
night.  Besides, I haven't even spoken a single word to Rob and
now you want me to let him fuck ..."  I stopped talking when I
saw Rob's iron-hard, 7 or 8-inch erection.

  I've been with enough men to know that there's was no point in
any further protest when a guy has a huge, hard erection and a
woman is naked.  This stud was going to fuck me... Period!  So I
might as well enjoy it.

  Walking to side of the bed, I slipped my feet into my heels to
provide more elevation for my hips and ass, and then leaned over,
put my head down on the bed, arched my ass high, looked back, and
said, "Well, like Keri said, what are you waiting for?  Stick it
in me, Baby.  Fuck me good and hard!"

  He was on me in an instant.  Holding my hips to keep me steady,
he nailed his big fuck stick up my waiting cunt in one smooth
stroke and then began screwing me with hard, deep strokes that
were jarring my head and tits back and forth.  Everyone could
hear the wet, squishing sounds his big piston was making as it
churned in and out of my wet pussy.

  "OOhhhh shit... you're big and hard, Baby.  Fuck me like a hot
slut, Honey.  OOhh OH OH OH.. unggghhhh...aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

  Rob pounded his cock in and out of my hot hole, thudding into
the bottom on every stroke.  I was amazed at how fast he got me
hot and ready.  His hand moved around my hip, and I felt his
fingers on my clitoris... rubbing it in smooth, firm strokes
timed perfectly to his thrusts in and out of my cunt.

  The sensation was delicious and within a minute he had me
grunting and then a moment later, screaming that he was going to
make me cum.  An instant after that, my clit and cunt exploded in
an intense climax causing my vagina to contract in hard spasms
about his plunging sex gun.

  When Rob felt me throbbing and cumming, he began giving it to
me even harder.  That made me cum again.  Keri was on the bed
with us now.  She had her dress and panties off, and was
furiously stroking her clitoris and pumping her cunt with a dildo
as she watched Rob fucking me.

  Suddenly her hips arched high... her fingers became a blur of
motion as she rubbed her throbbing clitoris.  When she came, she
screamed in a high-pitched shriek of female pleasure and her
juices spurted several inches into the air.  I came again
watching her.

  There was no way Rob could hold out.  Seeing one woman
masturbating like a whore and spurting when she came at the same
time he was fucking another hot slut whose cunt was exploding
around his iron-hard dick would have been too much for any man.

  "Get up on the bed on your knees.  Arch your hot ass higher,
Paula.  I'm gonna shoot in you." he announced.  I assumed the
position he had ordered, held still to let him reinsert his cock
into my hole, and thrilled when I felt him pounding me like a
raging stallion on a hot mare.  With a masculine roar of
pleasure, his cock fired into me... gush after gush of sperm and
semen... until his load was running down my thighs at the same
time as his cock was throbbing inside my climaxing cunt.

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

  At breakfast, Keri and I decided that instead of playing in the
side game, we would try our hand at the flighted open pairs
event, which we knew provided even stronger competition.  We knew
we had almost no chance, but what the hell.  It didn't make that
much difference. It would be fun to try.

  All afternoon things went pretty much as we expected.  We got a
few good results, but the competition was too strong for us with
no experience at duplicate.  Another difference from the side
game  event was the courtesy of our opponents.  They were all
very complimentary when we made a good bid or play, even when it
gave them a bad result.  When we did something stupid, they made
us feel better by commenting that they had done much worse things
when they first started.  All in all, the game was a great deal
of fun even though we finished the first session with a 43% game
and no chance to win the event.

  We had dinner with Mark and Jordan.  This time, Jordan was
sitting beside me while Keri was keeping Mark entertained. 
Neither of us noticed the man sitting alone at a table several
rows away who was paying particularly close attention to us,
especially whenever he saw my legs opening beneath the table as
Jordan's hand went exploring between my gaping thighs.

  The evening session began much better than the afternoon
session.  We weren't having the monster game we had had earlier
in the side game, but we were getting more good boards than bad.
Again, neither of us noticed the same lone man watching us.

  Things continued that way up to the next to the last round.
(Each round is a set of two hands played against the same
opponents.  After each round, each competing pair plays against
different opponents.)  On that round, Mark and Jordan sat down at
our table as our opponents for the next two hands.

  "Hey.  This isn't fair," Keri complained.  "Two top flight pros
against two novices?  Both men just shrugged.  After all, what
could they say?

  I didn't say anything, but I was very busy considering the
situation.  One might think that Mark and Jordan would be
inclined to take it easy on us.  After all, we were not only
novices, we were also two women they had already fucked and who
they clearly intended to fuck again later tonight.  But I knew
that men don't think like that.  From their predatory point of
view, they already owned our cunts and now they were going to own
us at the bridge table, and I was pretty certain that tonight
they fully intended to take possession of our asses as well as
our pussies.  It wasn't that they were mean bastards... they
were, in fact, very nice men, but that's just the nature of
men... they fuck women.

  Well, I do love being fucked, but only when I want to be, and I
definitely did not wish to be fucked over at this bridge table.

  We picked up the cards for the first hand.  I had a hand that
everyone in the room would pass.  But I knew if we did the normal
stuff, we would be toast.  So, I opened one heart on a four-card
suit headed by the ten rather than bid my much stronger six-card
diamond suit.  Mark, who sat to my left, had the next bid.  He
had a good hand but unfortunately for him, I had just bid his
best suit, hearts.  So he passed.  Keri had a normal response of
one spade, and with two bidding opponents and a passing partner,
Jordan also passed with a fair hand, discretion being the better
part of valor.

  "Damn the torpedoes... full speed ahead!" I thought to myself
as I bid two no-trump, a gross overbid which Keri naturally
raised to three no-trump.  Mark was on lead and clearly did not
wish to lead a heart away from his holding into my presumed five
or six-card heart suit.  Had he led a heart, Mark and Jordan
would have won the first five tricks.  Instead of a heart, Mark
led a club away from his four-card holding of Ace, queen, and two
small, the only lead in his hand that would allow me to make my
contract.  My doubleton club king won the first trick.

  Looking at the dummy, I saw that Keri held the diamond king to
go with my six-card suit headed by the ace and the queen.  She
also held the ace and queen of spades along with two little
spades.  Those were all the high cards we held.  I played on
diamonds and fortunately, the suit broke 3-2 and I scored a quick
six diamonds tricks as Mark and Jordan glared at me.  With seven
tricks in, I dropped a low spade on the table, Mark followed
smoothly with a low spade, and just as smoothly, I called for
dummy's queen.  It held and after cashing the spade ace, I
conceded the final four tricks to the defense.  Three no-trump,
bid and made, for 400 points and a cold top that no one on the
planet was going to equal.

  If I had had a camera to take photographs of the men's faces, I
would have easily won a national photo contest.

  Visibly shaken, the men removed their cards for the second
hand.  This time, we had essentially nothing.  The men held
almost all of the high cards.  They bid smoothly and efficiently
to a final contract of 4 spades, the same contract as reached by
virtually every other pair in the room on the same cards.  After
two passes, I had one final bid.  If I pass, the men play four
spades and undoubtedly make it, perhaps with an overtrick. 
Looking at my hand, I saw a single queen as my only high card. 
To make matters even worse, I had two spades so the suit was
breaking... almost no high cards... and two small trumps. 
Consequently, I had an obvious bid of "pass".  But instead, I
doubled indicating that looking at my hand, I did not believe the
men could make their contract.

  Jordan was the declarer... that is, he was one playing the
hand.  Looking over the dummy, he saw that I had to have all the
outstanding high card plus at least four trumps to the jack and
ten to justify my double.  Even then, he knew my double was a
poor bid.

  I could actually see the killer gleam in his eye as he entered
the dummy with a high trump and took a first-round finesse of the
nine against my presumed jack-ten of trumps only to see it lose
to the ten in Keri's hand.  He gave me a weird look.

  Later in the hand, he had to finesse against the heart queen. 
With the king in the dummy and ace in his hand, he could play
either me or Keri for the queen.  Naturally, he placed the queen
in my hand.  Wrong again.  Now Jordan looked totally bewildered.

  Next, Jordan led the club king to see who had the club ace. 
When Keri won her ace, Jordan looked like a man who had just
entered the Twilight Zone.

  Finally, Jordan had to finesse against the diamond queen. 
Again he could play either me or Kari for that card.  By this
time, he knew that I had nothing and had made what bridge players
call an "off side double", a double designed to convince declarer
that the cards lie where they do not.  Therefore, confident of
his analysis, he smoothly finessed Kari for the diamond queen,
and the only face card in my hand won the fourth defensive trick.
 Down one and another top score to the two novices with the hot
cunts.

  As a result of those two hands on which we took all 24 match
points, we placed first in our section in flight C and second in
the flight B section.  We even scored 7th place in Flight A.

  As we were going over our scores with a drink in the bar after
the game, Keri said, "Mark and Jordan are not happy campers.  In
fact, they're mad as hell.  I doubt that they will be sleeping
with us tonight."

  "Bull shit!  They're mad as hell... absolutely, but about an
hour from now their little heads will take over control from
their big heads and they'll be panting at our door."

  We both laughed hysterically.  Then I added, "But when they do
come around, I can tell you Girl, we are going to get our asses
and our cunts fucked off tonight... that's for certain."

  "Wait a moment," Keri protested.  "What's this 'we' stuff. 
You're the one who did all that shit at the table that blew the
men out of the water.  It's your pussy and ass that's gonna get
fucked into the floor... not mine!"

  "Want to bet," I asked.

  "Do you think they'll hurt us... I don't mean beat us up or
anything viscious like that... I mean just fuck us so hard we
won't be able to walk for a couple of days."

  "Frankly, I think that's very possible."

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

  From his position off to one side, Gordon had listened
carefully to the entire discussion between the two women.  And he
definitely agreed with his wife... both women were going to be
thoroughly and very soundly fucked in everyone of their hot
orifices.  He wondered if there was any way he might get to watch
the action.  It was going to be incredibly erotic. 
Unfortunately, he couldn't think of any way that might be
possible.

  But Gordon didn't become Chief Project and Senior Engineer for
his firm by not being creative.  Sometimes, he thought, if you
can't have exactly what you want, you can often get something
almost as good or perhaps even better.

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

  Fifteen minutes later, Keri and Paula were in their hotel rooms
chatting waiting for Mark and Jordan to get over their anger and
come around for some hot fun.  At that moment, the hotel phone
rang.

  Paula picked up thinking it was Mark or Jordan.  "Hello."

  "Hi, Honey.  It's Gordon.  I've been calling your room for
almost an hour.  I guess the session wasn't over.  I decided to
fly down and join you tonight and Sunday.  I'm in the lobby.  I
thought I had better call in case you and Keri had invited male
company.  If so, it's Ok.  Just like I told you.  Are you alone
or with someone?  If so, I'll just get a different room in the
hotel."

  Paula placed her hand over the receiver and whispered to Keri,
"My god!  It's Gordon.  He's here.  He's in the lobby and he
wants to know if we've invited any men in tonight.  He's cool
with that if we have, but would like to come up and join us if we
haven't.  What should I tell him?  Mark and Jordan will certainly
be around soon.  I don't know what to say to him."

  "What's the matter with you, Paula.  You've got the hottest,
most intelligent, faithful, and best husband on the planet and
you don't know what to tell him?  Give me the phone, Honey.  I'll
take care of this situation."

  "Hi, Gordon.  This is Keri.  Now please let me finish before
you interrupt.  We didn't know you were coming and we suspect
that a couple of guys we were with earlier in the week will soon
be coming up to our rooms for the evening.  They're bridge pros,
but we beat the crap out of them this evening at the table.  So,
they probably plan to take their revenge out of our hides
tonight... and I'm sure you can figure out just which parts of
our hides they plan to use.  We'd love for you to come up as
quickly as possible.  Frankly, I'd much rather spend the night
with you than with either of them and I can tell you that your
wife feels the same way.  She's just embarrassed that you caught
us planning to let two other men fuck us this evening.  Ok?"

  "I'll be up in a couple of minutes... and please tell my wife
that I'm not angry at all.  I told her to have fun at the bridge
tournament.  That was the whole idea."

  In somewhat less than two minutes, Gordon knocked on our door
and I let him in.  His first action was to pull me into his arms
and kiss me tenderly for almost a full minute and then to follow
that up with a very intense, passionate kiss for another 30
seconds.  I just melted.  Before he broke the kiss, my breath was
coming in gasps and my pussy was gushing.

  "Mmmmmmmmmmmm... how I do love kissing you, Paula."  My husband
then turned to Keri, smiled, and said, "I also like kissing you,
as you well know.  May I?"

  "Oh please... yes!" she nearly moaned.

  My husband turned back to me and asked, "Is it Ok?"

  "Of course it is, Dummy."

  My lusty husband gave Kari the same kind of passionate kiss he
had given me.  He even drug it out longer.  By the time he
released her, Keri was panting in female heat.

  "Now let's discuss these two men you mentioned," Gordon said
calmly.  "I do not... repeat... do not... want to rain on your
sexy party.  It's fine with me to be a spectator or join in if
you wish.  In fact, if you had just told me that you already had
a couple of men in the room with you, I would have told you to
have fun and that I would see you in the morning.  So what would
you like for me to do?"

  Keri looked at me... a question mark obvious on her face.  I
also had the same question mark on mine.  Finally, I said,
"Honey, go into Keri's room and shut the door.  Give us a minute
to discuss this alone."

  "No problem.  Take your time.  I'll just watch the news or
something on TV until you're done."

  After the connecting door had closed behind my husband, I
turned to Keri.  "The truth now, Ok?  I've been really looking
forward to fucking Jordan.  I hate to miss that, but on the best
day of his life, he's no match for Gordon.  I'm not sending my
husband to some lonely room so I can have Jordan’s cock up my
cunt. Besides, I think Gordon would enjoy fucking both of us, and
believe me, he can do it easily.  Well?"

  "I know he can.  We've swung together before as I'm sure you
remember.  I suggest we ask Gordon to stay and fuck us both
together.  When Mark and Jordan come around, we tell them we
already have a stud servicing us, but they're welcome to join the
party if they like.  We don't tell them Gordon is your husband."

  "Oh that's a marvelous solution.  Let's see how he likes the
idea."

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  Ten minutes later, the Keri and I were on the bed with Gordon.
He was wearing just his jockey shorts while we were down to our
bras, panties, and heels.  Gordon's 8-inch cock was rigid with
lust and both pairs of our panties were soaked with the hot musky
secretions produced by our excitement.

  The knock on the door was not unexpected.  "Remember, Gordon,
you're just a stud who picked us up downstairs."

  I went to the door, cracked it open with the chain still on and
said, "Oh... Mark... Jordan.  This is embarrassing.  You didn't
tell us that you planned on visiting us tonight.  We've already
got a guy here with us.  If you had been five minutes later, he
would have already been nailing us.  Just a sec.  Let me talk to
him."

  The three of us pretended to be talking for a minute or two and
then I returned to the door.  "Gordon is cool with making it a
fivesome party... three cocks... two pussies.  Interested?"

  It really wasn't necessary to ask.

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  "Oh yesss... give it to meeeeeeeee... you hot fuck stud.  Ram
it, Baby.  Hard!"  Keri screeched as Gordon's cock surged in and
out of her throbbing hole.

  Both Jordan and Mark watched the hard stud fucking Keri.  There
was no way they could conceal their awe at the size and power of
Gordon's phallus.  They were even more awed at how hot he had
both of us.  All worries that we had had that the two men were
going to get revenge somehow because of what had happened at the
bridge table vanished.  With Gordon present, they were like
teenagers.

  "Come on, Baby.  I've wanted your cock up my hot pussy for two
days now.  Remember what you said you were going to do to me
tonight when were eating dinner... well, come on, Lover.  I'm
more than ready!"  I said as my hand squeezed and rubbed Jordan's
hard cock.  Although smaller than Gordon's, it was still a
formidable sex gun that was more than enough to scratch the itch
in my cunt.

  Jordan made short work of my panties and bra.  Pushing me onto
the couch, he told me spread wide.  I did and then gasped as his
tongue slid up the length of my hot, pulsing sex slit onto my
throbbing clitoris.  I howled in female heat as my ass hammered
up and down.

  It only took him a couple of minutes to make me cum twice I was
so hot and turned on by the erotic situation... my husband in
total command of our two hot pussies with Mark and Jordan
following his lead.  "Time to fuck, Paula.  Spread wide," he
ordered.

  Jacking my legs wide, I pulled them back to completely expose
my cunt for him.  Jordan moved into my sex saddle until his hips
were rammed solidly between my thighs.  He aligned his rigid sex
spike with the opening of my cunt.  I waited... squirming...
hot... ready... for that spike to skewer my hot hole.  Before he
penetrated me, he turned to Gordon and said, "I'm going to fuck
this hot Bitch, Gordon.  Do you want her first or should I go
ahead?"

  "I don't think she's willing to wait.  Judging from the way
she's spread wide open, I'd say she wants it right now.  Fuck
her, Man!"

  Having gotten permission, Jordan nailed his cock deep inside my
cunt.  His hand went beneath my ass to hold me in the best
fucking position, and over the next fifteen minutes, Jordan made
me cum four times before he pumped his seed into me.

  From the other side of the room, we all heard Keri shrieking. 
Glancing over, I saw that Mark had mounted her and was busy
driving his thick cock in and out of the brunette’s cunt.  The
combination of Gordon's huge cock followed by the Mark's thick
one was making her climax repeatedly.

  After all three men had screwed both Keri and I, we ordered
room service as we were all hungry.  As luck would have it, the
same room service guy that Keri had screwed earlier in the week
delivered the food.  It was obvious that he expected a very
special kind of tip when he entered the room and was disappointed
to see that it was already a hot sex party.

  After spreading out the food, Keri said, "Paula this is Hal. 
He's already had me.  He just asked me if you're available.  Are
you?"

  My husband saw me glance at him and hesitate.  He knew
immediately that I was uneasy about admitting that I wanted a
young kid like Hal when he was standing there watching me.  My
husband took over.

  Picking me up, he carried me to the bed.  Turning to the
service guy, he said, "If you want to fuck her, lie down on the
bed on your back and get your cock out.  I'm going to impale her
hot cunt on your cock.  After that, the rest is up to you."

  The guy set a world's record for getting on the bed and ripping
his cock out of his pants.  At six inches, he had the smallest
one in the room, but it was hard... and it was ready... and it
was fully loaded.  Gordon deposited me on his cock and it sank
into my soaked pussy.  As soon as my ass settled on the guy's
hips, he grabbed my hips and began furiously slamming his meat in
and out of my cunt.  I was so hot that I came before he shot off
his first load and then came a second time when pumped in the
second load some ten minutes later.

  After we had eaten, the three men got us on the king-sized bed
and spent some lubricating our rectums.  As a final touch, Gordon
inserted an entire plunger of KY jelly into our colons so that we
were totally lubed and ready.  Normally, I'm not keen on anal
sex, but this was so erotic and hot, that I knew I would cum as
soon as a cock entered my ass.

  The first round had me mounted on Jordan's cock which reamed my
ass deeply each time my body pumped up and down on me.  I rubbed
my clit and came in less than 10 minutes.

  Mark was mounted on Keri doggy with his thick rod pumping in
and out of her ass.  She asked him to stop... no luck.  He kept
pounding her until juices spurted from her pussy.

  Finally, it was Gordon's turn again.  First he had me ride him
cowboy style with his cock drilling my ass.  Lubed as I was by
the KY and by Jordan's load, my husband's big rod sank easily
into my depths where I squeezed him hard until I shuddered in
orgasm.

  As soon as my orgasm had subsided, my husband ordered Keri to
mount his throbbing rod.  She quickly impaled her ass on his
spike and took the hard fucking until they both came.
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  My return flight left at 4 PM Sunday.  Keri, Paula, and I had
spent a delightful morning fucking each other senseless.  Even
the girls did each other.    After the Sunday game ended early at
4:30 PM, my wife told me later that she and Keri had invited Mark
and Jordan up to their rooms for one more hot round of sex before
they parted with promises to get together at future bridge
tournaments.

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  The drive home was wonderful.  The time passed quickly as we
enjoyed discussing the bridge, the shopping, the teasing, and, of
course, the sex.

  I was driving with about a 100 miles still to go when Keri
suddenly shouted, "Hey!  We forgot about the predictions we made
about how many times we would be screwed.  I made one for you...
you made one for me.  Let's count it up and see whose got it the
most and whose prediction was closest to the mark."

  "Sounds like fun.  You count.  I've got to watch the highway,"
I said.

  "Ok.  Before we count, let's decide if blowjobs count.  Clinton
says they aren't sex.  Do we count them or not?"

  "Well, I have this weird idea that when I suck a man's cock and
make him cum in my mouth or anywhere, I've had sex with him."

  "Ok.  Blowjobs count if the guy shot off, but not otherwise. 
Otherwise, it's just foreplay.  I'll count.  You correct me if
I'm wrong."

  "On Wednesday, I got it three times from Jack, the shoe clerk
while you remained pristine celibate.  Right?"

  "I agree," I replied and Keri wrote down the running score.

  "On Thursday, Hal, the room service guy, serviced my hot cunt
twice, and that evening Jordan fucked me twice and I sucked him
off once.  So, I got it five times on Thursday.  You finally gave
up celibacy and put out for Mark.  How many times did he fuck
you?"

  "Let's see.  Before we got to sleep he had screwed me three
times and I had given him one blowjob to completion."

  "On Friday, I only got it twice from Rob after the party.  I
know Mark fucked you that morning while you were on the phone
with Gordon.  How many times did you Louis screw you?"

  "Twice," I answered.  "No blowjobs."

  "Saturday was a big day for sex.  I know that Gordon, Mark, and
Jordan each fucked me twice.  And you?"

  "Once from Rob in the morning, and twice each from Gordon,
Mark, and Jordan."

  "And on the last day, I think we each got it twice from Gordon,
Mark, and Jordan, Right?"

  "That's right except add a blowjob for Mark.  Remember, he
refused to leave until I had sucked him off."

  "How could I forget... you on your knees... mouth hole
stretched around that monster dick, your neck bulging as the head
fucked your throat... WOW!  Then he blew the load straight into
your belly."

  "So let's see."   Keri added up all the numbers and announced,
"Well, I guess I'm the biggest slut.  You were fucked 21 times
from Wednesday through Sunday.  I got it 22 times.   The
difference was that shoe clerk while you were being prudish."

  We both had a good laugh as Keri took out our predictions.  She
read them off.  Both predictions were far, far, far too low... so
low we began laughing again.

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  As I was leaving for work on Tuesday morning, I saw my wife
scanning the ACBL listing of tournaments for her next trip with
Keri.  Seems as if I might have opened Pandora's Box.  Where have
I heard that before??

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