2007-08-31

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

Control
by RLM

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Almost every man wanted to get the MILF in bed, but only a very few knew the right button to punch to get the job done.

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Stacy's Problem:

Stacy Malcomb was finishing up her day's work at Lambert and Jacobs, an upscale department store in the greater New York area, where she was Assistant Vice-President of Marketing and Sales or M&S, as it was called. The Marketing and Sales Department had a payroll of 52 employees who worked in various areas. Twenty-six of these employees reported directly to Stacy with the remaining 26 reporting to the other Assistant VP, Carl Davidson. The multimillion dollar business depended critically on the performance of the M&S division, and everyone took their job seriously, particularly Stacy. The job was demanding and stressful, but it was also satisfying. The $150,000 annual salary with benefits added and ample opportunity for advancement to VP levels and beyond provided appropriate compensation for all the work.

Even though the job responsibilities were intense, Stacy never took her work home in the evening. Those and the weekends were reserved for time with her husband Howard, who was a highly successful CPA with an annual income that was almost as great as hers. After deductions for money invested in tax-sheltered retirement accounts, the Malcomb's joint income tax return for the previous year had shown a taxable income of $243,000 plus some change.

Married for nine years, Howard and Stacy were 37 and 35 years old, respectively, with no children by mutual agreement. With no children, their combined incomes provided an upscale lifestyle that included a 4500 square foot home in Long Island on a one acre, wooded lot. Their home was lavishly furnished with spa, sauna, swimming pool, and a small gym for daily workouts, which they both religiously did. Howard and Stacy both watched their diets, and that combined with their exercise and workout regimen left them both looking like they were still in their mid-20s.

At 5' 11" and 170 lbs, Howard's body was rock solid and fit. His flowing dark hair, twinkling brown eyes, and the rippling muscles beneath his tailored shirts and pants gave him a handsome, sexy appearance that oozed virility and sensuality. The bulge of his 7.5 inch, thick cock against his tight pants added an extra measure of attraction for the opposite sex. Not surprisingly, almost every wife of the couples Howard and Stacy knew, as well as quite a few single women, had flirted shamelessly with Howard and made their availability known.

A brunette with long, dark hair, Stacy turned almost every man's head with her 5' 2", 110 lbs, 38DD-20-34 body below a gorgeous and very sensuous face. Even gay men sometimes took a second look. If she were wearing a short skirt so that her to-die-for legs were partially exposed, the effect of her wondrous legs and her 38DD thrusting breasts had the eyes of most men bouncing back and forth like they were watching a clay-court tennis match between two great players. Every man who was not under the scrutiny of an ever-present, jealous wife hit on Stacy... hoping against hope that they might entice the hot beauty into their bed.

Stacy was so drop-dead gorgeous, Howard didn't blame any man for trying his luck with her.

When Stacy and Howard were in bed enjoying the pleasures provided by their partner's body and sexual skills, they both loved relating to each other the details of the attention they had received during the day from members of the opposite sex.

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"You went to lunch with Gloria Hastings today, didn't you, Darling," Stacy would question as she rode her husband's cock, slowly moving her tight vagina up and down his thick length.

Struggling to control his ejaculation against the squeezing pressure his hot wife's pussy was exerting on his cock, Howard groaned, "Yeah. We went to Max's Bistro."

Howard had to struggle to avoid shooting off inside his wife's hot, tight pussy.

"And did the hot slut hit on you again?"

"Uggh... god, your pussy feels incredible."

"Stop trying to change the subject, Stud. Did she hit on you again?"

"Yeah... she slipped off her shoe and was running her foot up and down my leg when she gave me a note with her phone number and times when her husband would be gone."

"Are you going to fuck her?"

"No... no... aaahhh shit... you're fantastic!"

"Why not? I bet her cunt is hot, wet, and tight... well... maybe not tight," Stacy laughed as her hips picked up speed and she clamped her vaginal muscles even harder around her husband's throbbing shaft.

"Because... oohhhh gawd! I need to cum in you!"

"Not until you tell me why you're not going to let that blonde-headed slut enjoy your big cock, Lover."

"Because I'd much rather fuck you... you're more beautiful... sexier... hotter... tighter... smarter... and I love you!"

"MMmmmmm... you know just what to say to a girl, Honey. Now pound it in me, Lover. Fuck me hard and shoot me full of hot cum! CUM IN MY CUNT, STUD!"

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Sometimes, the exotic couple turned it around the other way.

Stacy's back arched. Her mouth stretched wide open in a hot, hissing moan as Howard's tongue slid up and down her pulsing sex trench. On each upward trip, he would stop and visit her engorged, erect, and throbbing clitoris being certain to slid his tongue around and around the dancing organ and then when it was beginning to contract at the start of what he knew would be an explosive orgasm, he moved his tongue away and slipped downward to Stacy's hot, open hole, which he entered and explored as his fingers teased her anal opening.

"AAAHHHHH GAWD! MAKE ME CUM! UUNNGGHHHHH... I NEED IT... MAKE ME CUM, LOVER!" his wife begged as she felt herself teetering right on the brink of an intense climax that her husband was denying her.

"OH DAMN YOU! PLEASE! LET ME CUM! I'LL TELL YOU EVERY THING... JUST LET ME CUM!!"

"Not until you answer my question, you faithless slut. You let that lecher Jack Dawkins fuck you today, didn't you?"

"Noo... nooo... I didn't. That's the truth, Honey. Now... please. Do me. Right on my clit... please. I'm so damn close."

"You're lying. He hit on you, didn't he?"

"Yesss.. but I wouldn't let him."

"He told you he wanted to fuck you, didn't he?"

"Yess... yess .... oh god... please.. I'm so fucking close. LICK ME, YOU BASTARD!"

"How far did you let him go?"

"Not too far... please! Let me cum... please!"

"Not until you tell me. Did he play with your legs?"

"Yessss... a little... up to my thighs."

"Did you let him feel your tits?"

"He felt them... I pushed his hand away."

"Did you open your legs when he was feeling your thighs?"

"A little... just a little. It was hot... I was hot... I couldn't help it."

"How high did you let him go?"

"Just halfway up my thigh... then I stopped him and closed my legs. I swear, Darling. I didn't let him fuck me or feel my pussy."

"But you wanted to, didn't you?"

"Yes... but I didn't."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you... not him. I want a real stud between my thighs... in me... fucking me... making me scream... but if you don't let me cum soon, I'm going to call Jack and have him do me."

Howard sucked his wife's near bursting clitoris into his mouth and rapidly moved his tongue up and down the throbbing shaft and then flicked the soft tongue over the pulsing tip. Stacy's cunt clamped down in a hard spasm as her clitoris danced and pulsed inside Howard's mouth and her juices spurted all over his face.

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As Stacy cleared off her desk before leaving for the train station and the trip home, she thought about the previous eight years with her sexy husband. It had always been fun, and in the bedroom, it had always been hot and sexy. She knew... absolutely knew... that Howard had been 100% faithful to her during their marriage, and of course, she knew that she had never had sex with another man. To be certain, they both flirted, but it was by mutual agreement, it was just harmless fun that they always shared later in the privacy of their bedroom.

But over the last year, something had gone wrong... terribly wrong, and the problem was with her, not her husband. She knew it had started when she was promoted to her present position of Assistant VP. Before that there had never been a problem, but for the life of her, Stacy couldn't think of why her promotion should have anything to do with her sexual problem. She was still setting aside a lot of time for Howard, as he was for her. As she sat on the train for the 40 minute trip to her Long Island home, she continued to think about the problem.

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"What the hell is the matter with me," I thought to myself. "I've got the hottest, most considerate, sexiest husband on the entire east coast or maybe further than that, and more often than not, I can't reach an orgasm. I used to have multiple orgasms all the time, and now I'm having to fake over half my climaxes, and I never have more than one even though I pretend to. If Howard ever figures it out, he's going to be devastated. Shit! He deserves a hundred times better than this!"

"And it certainly isn't Howard's fault. My god! He's after me as much now as he was the first year we were married. He's inventive... he's erotic and creative. I never know whether that guy is going to make slow, gentle, passionate love to me or fuck me hard like a whore. And his tongue! Christ! I used to think that it ought to be labeled as a concealed weapon. Now, I have to concentrate hard to cum when he goes down on me. What the fuck is wrong?! Hell, the sweet guy does every thing I ask him to do. He takes me where ever I ask... he goes down on me on command... if I want it slow... he gives it to me slow. If I what it fast and dirty, that's the way I get it. And he still excites me, but when my excitement should be building and building until I explode, it just gets so high and then stops."

"I'm going to give Sandra a call tonight and see if she's free to talk. I need to talk to a woman whom I trust."

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After dinner that evening, I called Sandra and got her on the second ring. "Hi, Sandra. This is Stacy. Are you free this evening? I really need a shoulder to cry on."

"Sure. Absolutely. Give me a second to check it out with Brian." A moment later, Sandra was back on the line. "Brian, says he doesn't have anything planned. Where should we meet? Not your house, I'm sure."

"Why are you sure of that?"

"Because it sounds like this is a bedroom problem, and I figured you wouldn't want Howard around."

"You're right. How about the Country Club lounge in thirty minutes?"

"I'll be there."

After the call, I approached Howard who was watching the news on TV. "Honey, would you mind if I went out to meet Sandra at the country club lounge tonight?"

"Of course not. What's up?"

"Just girl-to-girl stuff. I think she may be having some bedroom problems with Brian. Not sure yet."

"Ok. I know better than to pry into girl-to-girl stuff. If I can help, just let me know."

"You're a prince, Honey. A real prince. I don't deserve you."

"Are you kidding? You could have any man on the planet. Every man who sees me with you wants to kill me, and I can't think of a better way to die. I know I don't have to tell you to be careful and not get out of the car except in well lighted areas of the club. Call me when you arrive so I won't worry."

"Will do, Darling. And, thank you."

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I called Howard as soon as I arrived inside the country club lounge. I could hear the relief in his voice. This man really loved me! I just had to fix whatever the hell was wrong with me.

Sandra was waiting for me in lounge. She had already selected the most private table in the most private area of the lounge. "Hi," I said as I sat down.

"Hi, yourself. So what's the problem? Give."

"I'm embarrassed to even talk about this, so you'll have to give me some time."

"Embarrassed?? What are you talking about, woman? This is Sandra. Remember me? I'm the girl you had sex with dozens of times when we were rooming together in college. I licked that delicious pussy of yours more times than I can count and you did mine just as many. And if that's not enough, remember I was the woman you were with when we pulled that train at the frat party. We're still arguing about which of us got fucked the most that night. Remember me? What the hell is this crap about being embarrassed?"

"You're right. Ok. Sit back and listen while I tell you why I called." A half hour later, I finished and waited for Sandra to comment.

"That is wild, Stacy. Really wild! You've always had multiple orgasms. Have you been to your gynecologist and had a physical check up?"

"Yeah. Twice. The second time, I told her about the problem. She suggested it was just stress, but I know that's not right. I'm not stressed... not at all. It's something else. I feel like I'm missing something... something I need that Howard is not providing, but the man does every thing I ask and more. You have no idea."

"Like hell I don't! If you weren't my best friend in whole world, I would be working overtime to get that man between my thighs. What do you think is missing?"

"I wish I knew."

"Have you been completely faithful for the 9 years since you got married?"

"Yeah. Completely. I know that's hard to believe as wild as we were in college, but it's a fact. I haven't been with another man since I was married. The last time was about six months before that. I had just met Howard but was still dating Mark and of course, he was fucking me on every date. But when I broke up with him and started dating Howard, I knew he was my soul mate, and he's been my only lover since that time."

"Wow! That is amazing! I certainly can't say the same. So my analysis is that you're suffering from cock variety deprivation, Woman. You need some strange cock up your pussy. I know and you know he won't be as good as Howard, but it will make you appreciate him more and light up your libido again, which, as you say, seems to be going out recently. In short, Stacy... you need to get laid by another man as quickly as possible."

"I don't know, Sandra. Nine years of being faithful and my problem is just that I need another man's cock in my pussy? Why would that be the problem?"

"After nine years, you have to know every single technique, every single move, every single thing about Howard there is to know. I've never been in bed with him, and I don't know any of those things. So if he got me in bed, he'd have me cumming in a minute and then again and again, but with you, you already know what he's going to do before he even does it. Maybe some variety would put some spice back into your libido. You say you feel like something you want is missing... maybe this is it. You won't know until you try. And what can it hurt? You're not going to tell Howard and neither will I. If it works, he'll be the major benefactor. And if it doesn't, no harm done."

"How?"

"Simple. I presume you're not interested in fucking any of the men at work... too many complications. So... just tell Howard and you and I are going out to dinner tomorrow night to plan a party of the couples we know. I'll tell Brian the same thing, and we'll hit a few pick-up clubs in the area. Wear some conservative clothes when you leave the house, but put a hot outfit in your car so you can change later on. The way you look, I don't think there'll be more than three dozen men dying to get into your panties. You can take your pick, Stacy."

"Sounds wicked. I wonder if I'll be able to have an orgasm with whoever I'm with?"

"Unless an alien has taken over your body, Honey, my bet is that you won't have more than 10. See you tomorrow night? Let's meet here so we can both change clothes in the ladies locker room and then head out. Before we go home, we'll come back here, change back, and go home to our hubbies. My guess is that you'll probably be so hot for more sex, you'll rape the poor guy."

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Therapy:

The following morning, I selected a nice looking outfit with a black, high-necked sweater and attractive denim skirt. The skirt came to my knees and I wore pair of conservative 3-inch heels. It was completely appropriate for work and would raise no alarm bells in my husband's head. I also packed the outfit I intended to wear later in the evening in my attaché case.

My attractive, but conservative, outfit brought no more than an appreciative smile from my husband.

Before leaving to catch the train, I said as offhandedly as I could manage, "Oh, Honey, Sandra asked me if I would join her for dinner and a movie tonight? I'll fix dinner before I leave. Is that Ok with you?"

"Sure. Not a problem. And don't worry about dinner. I'll rustle up something for myself or go out later. Besides, this really makes every thing much simpler for me."

"Simpler? Why is that?"

"Well, Gloria Hastings wants to come over and keep me company tonight, and I was worried that you might object or something silly like that. This way, you'll be having fun with Sandra and it will just be much easier... don't you think?"

"You're absolutely right, Darling. It will be much easier. I can kill both of you at the same time. Great idea."

"Have fun tonight, Stacy. I'll be fine," my husband said with a warm smile.

"You too... but not that much fun."

"I'll save it for you... I always do."

"I know. See'ya this evening," I said over my shoulder and hurried to catch the train.

Needless to say, I felt like a lying, cheating bitch for deceiving and lying to Howard like that, but I just didn't know what else to do. Actually, I wished he would be fucking Gloria tonight. It would make me feel less guilty.

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I could hardly concentrate on anything that was happening at the office. My secretary noticed my distraction and asked if every thing was all right. "Shit!" I thought to myself. "Is it that obvious to everyone. If my secretary notices, there's no way in hell I'll be able to fool my husband. I've got to get myself under control here."

By the time I got home that evening, I felt like I was in better control of the situation. "Are you sure you wouldn't like for me to make you some dinner, Honey? I've got time. I'm not supposed to pick up Sandra until 7:30 PM."

"Thanks, but I've already ordered pizza from the Pizza Hut. They said they were pretty busy but would have it here by 7:30 PM, which is fine. Want a beer before you leave? I'd offer something stronger, but I don't want you driving under the influence."

"I'd better not. I'll probably have a drink for dinner, and that's enough." At 7:25, I kissed my husband and headed out the door.

It was around 7:45 when Sandra and I arrived at the country club. She was wearing an outfit even more conservative than the one I had on. In fact, it was so conservative, that I didn't even bother to ask her if Brian had been suspicious.

Sandra's skirt and high-necked blouse were even more conservative than mine.

I got my attaché case out of the trunk of my car and handed her the small overnight bag we had gotten from Sandra's car before leaving her house. With knowing grins on our faces, we headed for the ladies locker room to change into our slut attire for the evening.

In an effort to avoid as much attention as possible, we changed in different parts of the locker room and made certain to exit separately. When I came out, Sandra was already waiting for me. She was wearing an extremely hot, but very attractive, cream-colored dress with a deep V-neckline that covered less than half of her thighs. When she saw me, she grinned and got up to leave. In the process, she flashed her blood-red panties at me.

Sandra flashed her panties at me when she got up. It was obvious that men were going to be all over her tonight.

"Slut," I whispered to her as we walked to the parking lot.

"At least you know I'm wearing panties. I bet you left yours at home."

"Not so. I'm wearing a black thong."

"A thong, huh? That's almost like not having any panties on, Honey."

"I know, but they do cover a little."

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When we arrived at "The Hot Spot", we found the place crowded... not packed, but crowded. I wasn't surprised since the place was a well known pick up spot for men looking to find an interested woman for the evening and for women on the prowl for men. I figured that was a pretty good description of Sandra and myself.

As soon as we walked into the club, numerous male eyes locked onto us. It was as if they had some hidden alarm system that sounded in their brains whenever interested, fresh pussy was approaching.

"I don't see any tables close to the dance floor," Sandra said in a voice loud enough to be heard over the music. "Why don't you take a seat on that desk while I see if I can find us a table? And see if you can't get the ball rolling by attracting the attention of some men," she said just before walking away in search of a table.

I really didn't think it was necessary for us to do much of anything to attract male attention, but "Why not?" I thought. Perching myself on the edge of the table, I leaned back and crossed my legs. The position thrust my 38DD tits out and exposed a wide expanse of my stocking-covered thighs. I was pretty certain that I now had the attention of some men... I estimated about 30 or so.

Every man in sight was leering at me. Some were even squeezing their cocks through their pants.

Fortunately, Sandra returned quickly having found us a table near the back. "Oh fuck, Woman! I told you to get the ball rolling, not get yourself balled. You look fantastic! Come on, let's retreat to our table before we both get raped with you sitting like that."

The cocktail waitress showed up at our table a minute or so after we had sat down. She looked to be in her early 20s and looked very sexy in her abbreviated uniform. Her name tag said "Betty". "Do you girls want to go ahead and order a drink or just wait until those horny studs descend and buy them for you?"

Before I could answer, Sandra replied, "We'll go ahead and order... a stinger for each of us." Before the waitress could leave, Sandra pushed a $20 across the table. "For the drinks and your tip. In return, we need a couple of recommendations."

"Which guys?"

"Yeah. Any recommendations?"

"Sure. What are you looking for?"

"This is the first time Stacy has stepped out on her husband in nine years. If the guy turns out to be a dud, it'll be another nine years before I get her to go out with me again."

"Really. Wow! That's wild. I'll clue Alex in. He's the tall black-headed guy at the end of the bar. I've balled him twice, and he's great. Big cock, lots of technique, great tongue, fantastic stamina. I don't think you'll have to wait long, Stacy. How about you, Honey? Any requests?"

"I like them male, horny, hard, and appreciative."

"Don't we all, Honey. Don't we all." The waitress winked and headed back to the bar area to get our drinks and presumably clue in some of the guys that there were two MILF's on the prowl at the back table.

A couple of minutes after the cocktail waitress brought our two stingers, two guys walked up and hit on us. "Hi. I'm Randall, and this is Alex." Without waiting for an answer, Randall turned to Sandra. "Would you like to dance, Beautiful?"

"Thought you'd never ask, Honey," Sandra said with a big smile, rose, and took Randall's arm. He had his hand on her ass as he led her toward the dance floor. It seemed to me like she was pressing her butt back against his hand.

Alex was more polished. "May I sit down," he asked.

"Of course. You come highly recommended."

"Really? Who recommended me?"

"Now that would be telling."

"Ok, fair enough. I see you're married," he commented looking at my rings.

"I am. Does that eliminate me?"

"Hell no! I love married women... particularly when their husband's aren't around. I saw you sitting on the desk up by the bar. You have fantastic tits."

"What about my legs? Or don't you care about a woman's legs?"

"Actually, I love women's legs, but it was sort of dark below the desk. I couldn't see much."

"Would you like to?"

"Oh fuck yes!"

"Ok. Let me climb up here on the table and we can get a little better acquainted." Alex's eyes bulged out when I crawled up onto the table letting my skirt slid high on my thighs. Moving over to him, I pulled him close and planted a hard, open-mouthed kiss on his lips.

We me sitting on the table, practically in his lap, Alex had no problems seeing my legs.

Alex kissed back... hard and passionately. His tongue entered my mouth and explored every crevice. At the same time, his hand moved over my legs and thighs. Pulling back, I whispered, "What do you think about my legs now, Alex?"

"Fucking A... can't wait to see them spread."

We continued kissing for several minutes as his hand explored higher and higher on my thigh until it was beneath my short skirt almost up to my pussy and ass.

Pulling back, I stopped him before he reached his goal and said, "Shall we try the dance floor?"

I didn't have to ask him twice. Following Randall's example, Alex led me onto the dance with his hand on my ass moving sensuously over my buttocks. And like Sandra, I pressed my ass back against his hand as he stroked me.

"You've also got a sexy, hot ass, Stacy," he whispered in my ear as I moved into his arms and felt him press my tits into his chest at the same time as he pressed his now very hard cock into my mound.

Feeling him grind it against me, I smiled when I thought about the fact that although tall men usually have the advantage over shorter guys in a pick-up club, on the dance floor, it's the short man who has the advantage. The short man's cock presses right against a woman's cunt and clit whereas taller men have to be satisfied with pressing it against the woman's mound. When I was in college, I always preferred to dance with the shorter men for that very reason.

"Oh shit," Alex moaned in my ear. "I can't believe how big and firm your tits are. How big are they?"

"38DD, Honey. And I can't believe how big and hard your cock is. How big is it?"

"8 and a half inches long and two and a quarter inches thick."

"Mmmmmmm... that is big."

"Bigger than your husband's?"

"Yes," I moaned softly into his ear.

"How much bigger?"

"It's an inch longer and a quarter of an inch thicker. So, in volume, your cock is a lot bigger than I'm used to getting from my husband. Can I feel it?"

"Sure. As much as you like."

Reaching down, I pressed Alex's pants around his shaft and tried to circle it with my hand, without success. "OH FUCK! That thing is big, Honey!" Pushing him away from my body, I hissed, "I'm tired of dancing, Alex. Let's go somewhere and fuck."

Alex really did have a big cock... a lot bigger than my husband even though he was 7.5 inches. Apparently, Betty had picked out a big one for me.

"I have a van outside. That ok?"

"If it's close and spacious enough for me to spread my legs and for you to get between them, it's more than just Ok. Let's go."

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Our exit from the club was a new experience for Alex. He was accustomed to leading his women to his van with his hand on their ass and his fingers sliding in and out of their cunts. This time, he was the one being led. I had hold of his rigid, huge erection through his pants and pulled him along behind. "Come on, Stud. Let's get some place where I can use this thing," I growled at him.

As soon as we were in his van, we were again locked in a passionate kiss. While our tongues dueled each other with feints and thrusts, our hands were attacking each other. In one swift motion, I had Alex's pants unzipped and his big 8.5 inch sex spike in my hand jacking him off. His hands were equally busy as they probed beneath my thong and slipped into my wet pussy.

"Lay down. I want to suck you," he gasped.

"No. Not yet. First, I need to measure this big fuck stick with my mouth, Honey. Get naked. Right now," I ordered.

Alex frantically tore off his necktie and shirt while I was pulling down his pants and briefs... releasing his throbbing male piston. "That is one beautiful cock, Alex. Get on your back on one of the seats. I'm going to suck your cum right out of your balls, Honey."

"Please... take out your tits while you suck me," he gasped.

With one quick tug at the bodice of my sweater, both of my tits came tumbling out. "This what your want to see, Lover?"

"Ooohhh fuck yes!" he gasped. He was trying to heft them in his hands when I pushed him onto his back, fisted his big fuck stick, and pushed my mouth down over his shaft.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.... god... OHHHH FUCK! You're mouth is like a suction pump!! Suck me, Stacy. Make me cum in your mouth."

"When I'm ready, you'll cum, Stud. Not before. Understand?"

"Yess...yess... just suck meeeeeeeee!"

I took his rod deeper and deeper into my mouth and then into my throat. After a few minutes, my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock on every trip I made down his jerking shaft. Every time I had it buried in my throat, I would stop and suck him hard... my cheeks hollowing with the pressure I was exerting on his cock.

"Oooohhh god! OOohhhhh god! I'm gonna cum!" he wailed.

Instantly, I ceased sucking his cock and moved my mouth off his organ. He cried out. "Don't stop. Please. DON'T STOP! PLEASE! LET ME CUM IN YOUR MOUTH. CAN I CUM IN YOU MOUTH?"

"Of course, you can cum in my mouth... when I'm ready for you to cum, Honey."

I was really amazed. Even though Alex had a bigger cock than my husband but not nearly his experience or technique, they both acted exactly the same way. I wondered if all men did that. As I thought about it, I became aware of Alex pleading with me to suck him.

I jacked him off with my hand until he was just about to cum. His hips were thrusting high in the air in preparation for his orgasm. Again I stopped causing him to groan and beg... just like Howard when I did the same thing to him.

After bringing Alex right to the edge a half dozen times in ten minutes, I decided to allow him to cum. "Ok, Honey. This time you get what you want. I'm going to suck your load out of your balls. Let's see how big a load you can shoot into me."

Alex howled and moaned when he was finally allowed to shoot his load into my mouth.

Once more, I sucked on his cock, letting it sink deeper and deeper into my mouth... and then into my throat until his balls were slapping against my chin every time I descended down his throbbing organ. When I knew he was close, I deep throated his shaft, sucked hard, and felt his cock swelling in my mouth and throat. Then, he just exploded shooting in gush after gush of semen. The thick load poured in and ran straight into my belly, but there was so much of it, I couldn't keep some of the cum from spurting out the sides of my mouth.

I continued to slide my lips up and down his semi-hard shaft after his orgasm. Within, five minutes he was hard again. Once more, I was deep throating his sex spike and he was grunting. "Stop! Stop, you hot Bitch. I want to fuck you."

"Not until you suck me and get me ready, Stud."

Lying back on one of the seats, I opened my legs wide exposing the wet gash of my cunt and the hard, protruding clit at the top. "Suck me, Alex. Get between my legs and suck me until I tell you to stop and fuck me. Don't you dare stop until I tell you can, or you can forget about fucking me."

Alex had a great tongue that would have brought any woman off several times, that is, any woman except me.

Alex dutifully got between my open thighs and began sucking and licking my clit and pussy. He was really skilled at giving a woman head... almost as skilled as Howard, who, in my opinion, was the absolute best. Alex obeyed orders perfectly. His fingers stroked in and out of my cunt and ass... his finger tips found and worked my G-spot masterfully... and his tongue... oh damn! that hot tongue slid and stroked and flicked over my clitoris again and again. I rose higher and higher... closer and closer to what I thought would be an explosive orgasm.... but that was as far as it went.

I couldn't cum! It was a perfect repeat of my frustrations with Howard. Just when I knew all I needed to do was lose myself in the intense sensations of a woman being fetched to orgasm by a masterful lover, I couldn't finish... I couldn't fucking cum!

I tried for another 15 minutes until I thought Alex would collapse from sheer exhaustion. It was no use. Taking pity on my lover, I put on my usual show and faked my orgasm. I thrust my legs out stiffly, open my mouth wide, hissed like I couldn't stand the pleasure, pointed my toes, arched my hips high, and squeezed my vaginal muscles hard against Alex's tongue. Then I screamed, "I'M CUMMINGGG!! OHHHH DON'T STOP! GGGAHHHHHHH... FUCK ... I'M CUMMING!"

When I finally allowed myself to quiet down, I was certain that I should be nominated for an Oscar. For the final touch, I howled, "GET ON ME! GET IN ME! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME! OOOHHHH GOD... STICK IT IN MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The stud hammered his cock in and out of my soaked pussy with one masterful stroke after another. He was almost as good as Howard, but I still couldn't finish.

Alex threw his body between my open thighs and rammed his rigid sex spike deep into my throbbing cunt... only it wasn't really throbbing, it was just me squeezing his cock with my vaginal muscles. I let him fuck me until I thought he was getting close. Then I screamed again. "I'm gonna cummmm.... oohhhhh shit... I'm gonna cum. FLIP ME OVER, ALEX. DOG FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE! I WANT TO CUM THAT WAY!"

The hot stud kept his cock buried up my vagina delivering sensuous hot strokes while his fingers worked beautifully over my swollen clitoris.

Alex did it smoothly and efficiently. He clearly knew what he was doing with it came fucking a woman. In a flash, he had me on my knees, bent over, with his big cock slamming in and out of my pussy. I kept screaming that I was cumming... that I couldn't stop cumming... so on and so forth. I even beat my fist against the floor of his van for an added measure. When I felt him really beginning to swell and jerk inside me, I hissed, "Turn me back over and pump in the load, Stud. Then pull out before you finish and cream my cunt and belly... Hurry! I'm about to cum again!!"

Once more, I was flipped onto my back and this young stud nailed his rigid manhood into my wet, gaping cunt. I locked my legs around his hips and pulled him into me as deeply as possible. He grunted in the age-old roar of man planting seed in a female cunt as his load pumped into me in huge streams. Before he was finished, he withdrew and shot the last two or three gushes all over my pussy, belly, and thighs. Finally, we both quieted and rested with his now semi-hard organ lying on my belly where it occasionally twitched spastically.

Alex's cum was dripping out of my widely stretched pussy. More of the load covered my belly, my mound, my thighs, and my cunt. His cock twitched in the aftermath of his intense climax. But I was still frustrated and unable to have an orgasm.

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When I returned to the club to find Sandra so we could leave, she was no where in sight. Betty came over and asked if I would like another drink.

"No, I don't think so. Do you know where my friend is... the one I came in with?"

"She went with Randall and Marlo... he's the assistant manager of the club... back to Marlo's private office about 15 minutes after you and Alex when out to his van. With two those two guys, I think you probably have another hour wait. Sure you don't want something to drink while you wait?"

"No. No thanks, and I guess I should thank you for sending Alex my way."

Betty grinned. "Was he good?"

"Yeah. He's quite the stud. Thanks again."

Since I couldn't very well leave without Sandra, I began to wonder what I would do if another guy came over and hit on me. While I was still trying to make up my mind, a male voice from beside my table broke my train of thought.

"Good evening. You seem to be all alone now that your beautiful girl friend has deserted you. I'm Clint, Clint Fielding. Betty told me you're Stacy. May I join you, Stacy?"

Clint Fielding appeared to be an attractive man in his early 40s. He wasn't handsome in the classic sense, but his strong jaw line and finely chiseled features exuded a sense of confidence and power that was alluring... very alluring. But I wasn't up to any more sexual futility this evening, so I replied, "You seem like a very nice man, Clint, but I'm not up for any more company tonight. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I fully understand. It must be extremely frustrating for such a sensuous and beautiful woman like yourself to be left unfulfilled and not even understand why. I'll just be on my way. Good night, Stacy."

I was stunned... absolutely stunned! As Clint rose to leave, I hurried spoke: "What did you say?"

"I'm sure you heard me, Stacy," he said softly and very calmly.

"Yes, I heard you, but what do you mean? What are you talking about? Why do you think I'm frustrated and unfulfilled? I just spent an hour with a man!" I blurted out without even thinking. As soon as I said it, I felt my entire face turn red with embarrassment.

"May I sit back down?" Clint asked. All I could was nod I was still so stunned at his accurate perceptions.

"I know because it's painfully obvious. There are all sorts of clues for any man who is discerning enough to pick up on them. First, I heard Betty telling Alex that you had never cheated on your husband for nine years. Yet, the outfit your wearing fits like a glove and is extremely hot. That means you wear it for your husband who must love it. So I have to ask, why are you cheating at all?"

"Well, now look here, I..."

"Stop! If you wish me to leave, all you ever have to do is say "Please go away." and I'll be gone. But as long as you haven't asked that I leave, and I'm speaking to you, you will listen and not interrupt. Understand?"

Clint had not even raised his voice except when he told me to stop. The rest was delivered quietly, but firmly. I was surprised to feel slight tremors quivering in my vagina. "I'm sorry," I replied.

"Apology accepted. Secondly, you're still wearing your wedding rings, which is certainly not standard practice for a woman out to cheat on her husband for the first time."

"Third, ever since Alex returned to the bar, he's been telling everyone what a hot piece you are and how he screwed you three times and got you off even more than that."

"Alex has a big mouth. Real men don't do things like that."

"You're right. They don't, but Alex is a big cock attached to a handsome body. He has testicles, but he's not a real man. But I am. Anyway... as I was saying... when he came back to the bar, he was totally exhausted. He hasn't even attempted to hit on another woman... what good would it do him? After you drained him, he wouldn't be able to get it up. But while he came back exhausted, you came back very differently."

"How so?"

"A woman who has been well satisfied sexually has an unmistakable glow about her. You didn't have that glow and still don't. On the other hand, a woman who has been left unsatisfied during sex has a mean, frustrated look that warns males... 'stay the fuck away from me'. You had that look when I first came over to your table."

"But maybe I'm totally wrong, so I'll just ask you straight out and assume your answer is the truth... You didn't cum during sex with Alex did you?"

Clint stopped talking and sat quietly waiting for my answer. I was silent for over two minutes, hoping he would go away and but also afraid he would. Finally, I said, "No, I didn't."

"But you faked your orgasms so as not to hurt Alex's feeling and ego, right?"

"Yes. I just can't believe that a total stranger could be so incredibly perceptive."

"Oh, I'm much, much more perceptive than that, Stacy, as you will soon see unless you tell me to go away. You having a lot of trouble reaching orgasms with your husband too, aren't you? And you're faking your orgasms with him too. That's why your here tonight... hoping that sex with some guy will fix whatever is wrong... Right?"

"My god... you're incredible. How can you do that? What you just said is exactly right."

"And of course letting Alex fuck you did no good at all... not because Alex or your husband are poor lovers, but because they're not providing what you really need... without some of which, you cannot cum. And worst of all, I doubt that you have any idea of what it is that you really need to fire up your libido the way it should be for a beautiful woman."

"I don't know... and nobody else seems to know. Do you know?"

"Yes, I think so. What do you do for a job, Stacy? Are you in command of a lot of people giving orders and instructions day in... day out... every day?"

"I'm an assistant vice-president. I have 26 people reporting to me. So I guess the answer is yes." Clint didn't speak for a long time nor did I. Finally, I had to ask.

"Well, what do I need? Do you know or not?"

"I know, but it will do you no good for me to just tell you. I have to let you experience it, if you willing. If not... just tell me go away, and you'll never see me again. That's a promise. So shall I begin or not?"

"Please. I'm going to lose my husband, my marriage, and my mind if I can't fix this."

"It's going to take a long time... probably months, but the longest journey begins with but a single step... or so Confucius said. Shall we begin with the first steps?"

All I could do was nod, not really believing any of this, but with little to lose, I was certainly going to see what this strange, perceptive man had in mind.

"Do you see the two men at the next table, Stacy? And the man in the booth just behind them, and finally the two men seated just to the left of the men at the next table. Five men in all. Do you see them?"

"Yes, but your back is to them. How did you know?"

"I noticed them when I approached you. They were all looking at you. Each of them wants to ask you out to the parking lot for sex, but none of them has the nerve. All they can do is look at your beautiful body and fantasize. They're not real men either, but they will serve a purpose tonight. What are they looking at, Stacy?"

"At me. At my breasts sometimes and at my legs under the table."

"Does their attention excite you?"

"A year ago it would have. Now, since I can't seem to cum with a man, it just irritates and frustrates me."

"So they don't excite you, I assume you are keeping your legs pressed tightly together."

"Yes, I am."

"Now I'm going to give you a series or instructions. You will carry them out exactly as I tell you without question. If you hesitate or question my instructions, I'm gone and you won't see me again. That rule is in force whenever we're together, and it is not debatable. Cross your legs... Do it slowly and be certain that you cross them high enough to expose a wide expanse of your thighs."

"Oh Jezz... I don't know."

"One last time, Stacy. Your days of giving orders and commands end the moment I'm with you. You follow my orders as if you're my slave and servant. No questions. Now, one last chance. Cross your legs as I instructed."

I crossed my legs letting my skirt ride high on my thighs. All five men switched the focus of their attention to my exposed thighs.

I could easy feel their hot stares as they ran their eyes over my exposed thighs.

"What are they doing, Stacy?"

"They're all looking at my thighs."

"Uncross your legs... leave them slightly open."

The small tremors I felt in my vagina when Clint first began speaking to me, increased slightly as I could see two of the men leaning forward to get a better view.

"How much can they see, Stacy?"

"Probably halfway up my thighs."

"Spread wider."

"Ooohhhhh god!" I moaned now feeling more than just a few tremors in my pussy.

"How much now?"

"I think they can see my panties."

"Keep your eyes on me as much as possible. Spread wide open."

When I opened my legs so that the entire plane of my cunt was exposed with just the small black thong concealing my swollen lips, clitoris, and widely stretched hole, I felt my clit beginning to throb.

"Now?"

"They can see every thing now," I groaned.

"No they can't. What can't they see, Stacy?"

"They can't see my slit or my erect clitoris or the gaping hole Alex made of my vagina. They can't see those."

"Why not?"

"I'm wearing panties... a thong, but it covers my pussy."

"No it doesn't. What does it cover, Stacy?"

"Ooohhhh god... my cunt. It covers my cunt."

"Yes, your cunt, and those men want to see your cunt. I want those men to see your cunt, Stacy. So show them your cunt."

"How?"

"Your thong is in the way, Stacy. Take it off."

I nodded and started to get up to go to the ladies room, but Clint's commanding voice stopped me cold. "I didn't tell you to get up. I told you to take off your thong... here... now... and show those men your cunt."

I slipped my hands under my short skirt and pulled it all the way back until it was around my hips. Hooking my fingers in the tight thong string around my waist, I tugged it down over my hips. When I had worked it down as far as I could get it, I arched my hips to raise my ass off the chair and jerked the thong over my ass to the top of my thighs.

"Is it off?"

"I have it down to the tops of my thighs, and all those men are now sitting at the next table watching."

"Finish the job. Take the thong off and put it on top of the table."

"AAahhhhh god... ooohhhh... ooohhhhh," I moaned as I pulled the thong down my thighs, over my heels, and off. I couldn't seem to stop moaning softly. Placing the thong on the table, I stared at Clint.

"Show them your cunt, Stacy."

Once more, I opened my thighs as wide as possible, but this time my cunt was naked and fully exposed to all the men. I was amazed when I realized that my clit was hard, erect, and throbbing. "I feel like... I feel like... ooohhh my god... I feel like..."

"Like you're going to cum?"

With my thong off and my legs wide open, I knew the men were looking right at my cunt, my lips, my hot, wet hole, and my clitoris. I was about to cum.

"Yessssssssss," I hissed.

"I did not give you permission to cum, Stacy. If you cum, I leave. Understand?"

I nodded but was still moaning. "May I squeeze my thighs together."

"No. Your cunt stays on display. Are the men rubbing themselves?"

"Yes... all but one. One man has his cock out jacking off. This is so hot... so dirty... I can't believe I'm doing this."

"You're doing because I'm telling you to do it. And this is just the start, Stacy. Now, let's get those big tits out in the open. Take them out of your sweater, Stacy. Now."

My hands were trembling and my pussy throbbing as I followed Clint's orders. The men were crowding around the table. One man got to his feet, obviously intending to try his luck. Clint just held up his hand and shook his head. The man took his seat and continued to stare. When both of my breasts were out, I leaned back and thrust them toward Clint. Two men now had their cocks out stroking them.

Several men were about to shoot off and I was right on the verge of an intense orgasm.

"Two or three of the men are about to cum, Stacy."

"Oooohhhh yess... I know. I'm spreading wider for them."

"Open your hole for them."

As soon as my fingers touched my swollen lips and pulled them open, my clit contracted and then began to pulse... hard. Each contraction sent waves of pleasure through me. My juices spurted as I erupted into the most intense orgasm I had had in almost a year. Two of the men ejaculated immediately when they saw my juices squirting high into the air.

My orgasm seemed to continue for over a minute. Although I had stopped squirting, I could feel my opening pulsing... spastically throbbing as it opened... then contracted and closed... only to open again in the next spasm.

"AAHH! AAHH! AAHH! AAHH! AAHH! Oh god... I'm cumming so hard, Clint. OOOoohhhh sooo good. UUuunnnnnnn..."

"Make yourself presentable, Stacy. It's almost time for you to leave with Sandra."

I was shocked! This incredible man had just given me the hardest orgasm I had had in a year... in fact, one of the few orgasms I had had in a year, and now he was sending me home to my husband. "Aren't you going to fuck me?" I asked.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh god, Yes! Please."

"And I shall, but not tonight. That will come later. When you get home, tell Howard about how hard you came from following my instructions. Leave out nothing concerning your time with me, but do not tell him about Alex. Before you finish, he will be wild to fuck you. When he is mounted on you with his cock inside your cunt, you will imagine that it me on you... in you ... and you will cum... hard... intensely.

"I've written out detailed instructions for tomorrow for you, Stacy." After handing me a folded note, Clint added, "Be certain to take the 7:15 AM train to work. Go to the last car. Follow the instructions in the note. I will expect a full report on the train tomorrow morning."

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On the drive back to the country club, Sandra asked, "Well? How was Alex? Was he a good fuck?"

"Very good. Like you said, he's has a big cock, lots of stamina, and gives good head."

"And did you manage to cum tonight?"

"Oh yes. I came incredibly hard. It was just awesome."

"Fantastic! See. I told you that just needed some strange cock, Stacy."

"How about you? You were gone a long time... over two hours."

"It took that long for me to satisfy Randall, Marlo, and Morgan."

"You got screwed by three guys? Damn! I know about Marlo. Who's Morgan?"

"He's one of the bartenders at the club. He joined us in Marlo's office during his break."

"How many times did they fuck you, you hot Slut?" I asked with a grin.

"Morgan only had time to give it to me once before he had to go back to work. Randall and Marlo both fucked me twice. How about Alex? How many times did he give it to you?"

"Three times. He's quite the stud."

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After taking a quick shower at the country club and changing back into our conservative clothes, I drove Sandra home.

It was almost midnight when I walked in our house. Howard was still awake and waiting for me.

I sat down and he just looked at me. My sexy husband wasn't in Clint's league when it comes to perception, but he was far, far better than the average man. After taking in my radiant expression and still flushed face, he smiled and said, "You look very, very relaxed and satisfied... like the cat who swallowed the canary. Want to tell me about it?"

"I do if you'll promise not to explode in anger and divorce me."

"That sounds like you've... how should I put this... like you've been somewhat naughty, shall we say?"

"That's a very good description. So do you promise?"

"I promise. What happened?"

"After dinner, we went to "The Hot Spot" to have a drink and flirt a little. I didn't think you would mind."

"And did things get out of hand? Did you and Sandra both end up getting fucked tonight?"

"No, I wasn't fucked, Darling. I don't know about Sandra. She may have been. I didn't ask." Having faked orgasms for most of the past year, I didn't find it difficult at all to lie, which worried me.

"So what did happen. You certainly look radiant... like a woman who has just had great sex."

"Sandra when off to dance with a guy... Randall, I think. I turned down several invitations to dance and had couple of drinks as I watched the couples making out on the dance floor. After almost an hour, I was getting very turned on watching them. That's when Clint showed up at my table."

"Clint? Do I know him?"

"No. Neither did I. His name's Clint Fielding. I don't know much about him except that he's very suave, very sexy, and very dominant."

"Dominant? What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you're very considerate and loving, Howard. You always listen carefully to me when I speak. On every decision affecting us, you always seek my views and most of the time follow my wishes. In bed, you allow me to be in control. If I want anal sex... we have anal sex. If I don't, then we don't do it. Oral sex is the same way. You usually take me in the positions I ask you to use. You're just the most considerate, loving husband and lover any woman ever had. Clint is the exact opposite. He's dominant and in control."

"So what did he make you do. Since you said you weren't fucked, it must have been something else."

"First, he talked to me and had me tell him every thing... things that I've never told anyone except you. After that, he had me cross my legs beneath the table so men at the next table could see my thighs even though he couldn't. Then, things progressed until he had me sitting with my legs open. He even ordered me to remove my panties, which I did right in front of a half dozen men who were watching. Finally, he had me expose both of my breasts and spread my pussy open with my fingers."

"And you liked that?"

I sighed deeply and then said, "I loved it. I had an intense orgasm when I spread open my pussy. It was just so different than what we have together. Not better... not even as good... but wildly different. It just seemed to fill a void that I wanted... that I needed! Are you furious?"

"No, but I am hard as iron."

"I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom, Darling. Give me a few minutes, please."

"I always do."

"I know," I said as I walked toward the master bedroom, already in the process of stripping off my clothes.

When Howard came into the bedroom five minutes later, he found me naked except for my CFM heels. I was in the middle of the bed on my knees, my head lowered to the bed, knees spread wide apart, ass high in the air. I heard him removing his clothes... then felt him mounting the bed behind me. I waited.

I waited with my ass up and pussy wet and ready for my husband to come in and fuck me.

Clint's hands took possession of my buttocks and spread me open exposing my wet sex holes. Clint's cock slid up and down the length of my sex trench as he lubricated his organ with my secretions. I moaned when I felt him center the big head right against the opening to my vagina. Clint pushed into me... stretching my hole open. His length filled me. Clint Fielding began fucking me like a slave master. I loved it. After less than two minutes of intense fucking, I came in a hot rush of passion as Clint pounded his organ in and out of my cunt. I came twice more before I felt his load filling my throbbing cunt hole.

I was stunned when the cock showed no sign of getting soft. Instead, it rammed me even harder... deeper. I heard the deep masculine roar of the man fucking me. Then, I felt his cock jerking and pulsing deep inside my cunt as he pumped a second load into my hot, contracting hole.

"My god, Stacy. That was out of this world fantastic!" Howard moaned as he rolled onto his back exhausted from his two successive orgasms, the second one coming not ten minutes after the first.

"Then, you're not furious with me for what I did with Clint?"

"Hardly. The guy got you primed and I got all the benefits. Why didn't he fuck you?"

"I don't know. I was so hot, I don't think I could have resisted him. I'm sorry, Darling. He just had me too hot to have stopped him." I waited a moment and then added, "He wants to see me again."

"And?"

"Can I?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes. I can't help it. But I won't if you object."

"Will he fuck you the next time?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably. Can you handle that? Can we handle that?"

"Just be certain that you come home as hot and as horny as you did this time. If either you or I can't handle it, we stop. Ok?"

We agreed and then my hot husband rolled me onto my back, spread my legs, and clamped his mouth and tongue over my cum-filled pussy. Over the next hour, he ate me to three intense orgasms. Of course, in my mind, it was Clint eating me to those three intense orgasms.

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Dommed Wife:

Howard was surprised at the long, flowing skirt I was wearing at breakfast the next morning. He was even more shocked when ran his hand up my skirt while kissing me and found that I was wearing both pantyhose and panties.

"Good grief, Stacy? I thought clothes like that went out of style a decade ago. What's going on?"

"It's Clint."

"Clint? You mean the guy who had you flash those guys in the club?"

"Yeah. He told me to wear this outfit today."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. It is certainly conservative... to say the least."

"Do you plan on doing whatever Clint tells you from now on?"

"No...no. He said that if either of us tells him to go away, he will and we'll never hear from him again. So we both have complete control. After we discussed it last night, I thought you were ok with me seeing him again."

"I am... I am. That "Mother Hubbard" outfit just threw me."

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Following Clint's orders, I moved to the rear car of the train and stood holding one of the ceiling rings even though at this early hour and second stop, there were still seats available.

Less than five minutes had elapsed when I felt a man's body directly behind mine. As the train rocked in transit, his body moved against mine. At first, I thought it was an accident caused by the crowd and the rocking of the train, but then the bumping became more insistent and frequent. After a couple of minutes of bumping against my ass, the man pressed his erection firmly against me and held it there slowly grinding it into my ass crack.

When I started to move away, he leaned forward and whispered, "Don't move. Press your ass back against me."

"Clint? Is that you?"

"Quiet! You don't ask questions. You just do as I tell you. Press your ass back against me. Grind it against my cock while I stroke your ass."

Clint's hand moved sensuously over the back of my dress.

"Everyone will see," I moaned.

"Many will... not all. Do it."

A surge of pure lust surged through my body, particularly my cunt. A moment later, I was humping and grinding my ass slowly up and down the length of his cock, which for the moment was still inside his pants.

Clint slowly moved to the side, still keeping his erection pressed firmly against my hip. I felt his hand on my dress... right over my ass. He moved it in circles... pressing it firmly into my crack.

I felt my dress being pulled up in the back.

"Oohh... oohh... oohh," I heard myself moaning softly. My soft moans changed to louder gasps when I felt my dress being pulled up in the back. It was up to my thighs... the hand moved hard against my ass... it moved higher... fingers pressed into my crack... my dress was now up above my ass. Passengers behind me who happened to be watching could now see my pantyhose and panties. Male fingers pushed between my thighs where they pressed upward against my cunt ... then moved forward to rub right over my throbbing clitoris.

My dress was now up to my waist, my panties exposed beneath the pantyhose.

Clint openly rubbed my pussy in front of the watching men.

I was shaking with sexual excitement. Clint rubbed harder on my clit. It jerked and contracted. I felt juices spurt from my pussy soaking my panties.

Again the male voice in my ear: "Lean forward so I can get inside your pantyhose." I bent forward slightly and felt my dress hiked up to my waist. A moment later, I felt my pantyhose being pulled away from my ass to allow a hand to slide inside. It quickly moved downward onto my panty-covered ass. From there, the fingers again invaded my crotch and worked my panties into my slit. I couldn't keep my hips still as Clint played me like a virtuoso cocksman.

I couldn't suppress my moans when I felt Clint's hand go inside my pantyhose.

Unable to keep my head upright, I leaned it back against his shoulder and moaned with hot, female pleasure as the fingers stroked, pressed, and rubbed my now throbbing clitoris.

From somewhere behind me, I heard two men talking. "He's inside her pantyhose now. Fucking shit! He's got his fingers right on her cunt. The hot bitch is humping his hand. I don't think she's even looked at who's doing it to her."

"Has she cum yet?"

"Not yet, but she's close. It won't be long until he makes her cum."

"Do you think he'll fuck her right here?"

"Maybe. I sure as hell would."

My attention was suddenly diverted from listening to the erotic conversation. The hand inside my pantyhose was now dragging my panties off my ass cheeks and slotting them in my pussy and ass creases. When he had my panties lodged firmly inside my cracks, he pulled them up... hard... putting intense pressure on my clit. I was close ... so close. My vagina was now pulsing as my clit danced in and out of its protective hood. Having slotted my panties, the hand now moved back to my buttocks... cupping and stroking every inch.

It only took him a second to slot my panties once he was inside my pantyhose.

With my panties slotted, Clint had no problem finding my erect and throbbing clitoris.

I heard the voices behind me again. "Oh fuck! Look at that! Can you see what he's doing, Jim?"

"No... my view is blocked. Tell me."

"He pulling down her pantyhose... Damn! He's got them down over her ass cheeks now."

Indeed he did. I could feel the cooler air caressing my naked ass now.

Once Clint had his fingers in the waist band of my pantyhose, he pulled them down... down further... and then off my ass completely.

The fingers moved back to my cunt... this time slipping under the crotch band of my panties onto my sex slit. They were going into my pussy... at least two fingers were in meeeee! ... finger fucking me!"

"AAGgggghhhh ... uuhhnnnn... oohhh... oohhh... ooouuuuuu"

Abruptly, the fingers left my vagina, hooked into the waistband of my panties, and dragged them down over my ass... then further down my thighs leaving my ass and cunt naked. The fingers again slipped between my thighs and now thrust into my naked, throbbing cunt. I couldn't keep myself from moaning.

Clint was exciting me beyond anything I had ever experienced before. Juices were running from my pussy.

Behind me, one man informed the other. "He's got her panties down now, Jim, and he's finger fucking the shit out of her. Her hips are humping. I think she's about to cum!"

I was about to cum. After all the months of not being able to cum, Clint was having no problems getting me off no matter where we were... in "The Hot Spot" club or even here on the train. My hole was right on the verge of an intense climax.

Another man beside who had been watching reached over, unbuttoned my blouse, and quickly pulled out my breast. I heard him grunt with pleasure when he discovered how hard and distended my nipple was. He tugged it... flicking his finger over its sensitive tip, and then squeezed it. My clit was throbbing harder. There was no way I could possibly stop my orgasm now.

With my tit out, my nipple being squeezed and pulled, and Clint's fingers inside my cunt, I soared toward an intense orgasm.

Clint drove four fingers up my cunt at the same time as the other man squeezed my tit. My vagina and clit went into hard, spastic contractions as my juices poured out of my erupting pussy all over Clint's invading hand.

Four fingers plunged deep inside my contracting vagina.

I was biting my knuckle trying to keep my moans down, but it was impossible. Every man and every woman around me... two deep... knew I was cumming.

"UN-HUH.. UN-HUH... UN-HUH... AH! AH! AH! AH-HUH... AH-HUH."

I wasn't the only one who was cumming, however. The man who had been playing with my tit, released my breast, and moved closer with his naked cock up against my ass. I felt his hand moving rapidly up and down his shaft. Then, I felt his load spurting all over my ass.

The cum load was all over my ass cheek.

Clint allowed the man to finish his orgasm before he pulled his fingers out of my cunt, jerked up my panties and pantyhose, and lowered my dress while I put away my naked breast and buttoned my blouse.

Again, Clint leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Take the 6 PM train home this afternoon. Back car. Same instructions. Leave the pantyhose off this time."

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The train ride home was a repeat of what had happened that morning on the train to work. The only difference was this time, Clint wasted no time in hiking my dress up to my waist and pulling my panties down around my knees.

Clint had my ass and cunt totally exposed within the first five minutes of the trip home.

I was rapidly and very thoroughly finger fucked to a hard climax after which, Clint moved aside and let another one of the passengers finger fuck me until I had come again. He was then replaced by a different man who pumped his fingers in and out of my now stretched and gushing pussy until he had made me cum yet again. By the time the train pulled into my station, I had been finger fucked by six different men and brought to a hard climax four times.

One man after another finger fucked me on the trip home. I was constantly on the brink of an orgasm.

As I was leaving the train, Clint stopped me. "Same procedure tomorrow except wear something hotter with no pantyhose."

"I need to be fucked," I moaned.

"I know. Go home. Strip and masturbate until your husband gets home. He'll take care of your need for cock tonight."

"When will you do it to me?"

"This weekend. Saturday night. You'll be spending Saturday and Sunday nights with me. Tell your husband. If he can't handle it and wishes for it to stop, call me and just tell me that he said for me to go away."

I was shuddering with sexual excitement and anticipation as I drove home.

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I usually arrived home 15 minutes or so before Howard, and today was no exception. Clint had ordered me to be masturbating when my husband got home, and I had no intention of disobeying him. I quickly stripped naked, got on the couch in our den with my vibrator and dildo, and began to pleasure myself.

As hot as I was from all the sex play on the train plus the dildo in my ass and the vibrator on my clit, I came within a couple of minutes, my juices spurting all over my hand and the couch. I knew we would have to have the couch cleaned, but I didn't care. I had gone nearly a year without an orgasm and now, thanks to Clint, I was having hard climaxes frequently. I didn't care if we had to clean 10 couches... I wanted to cum as much as I could to make up for the last year.

With the dildo in my ass and the vibe on my clit, I was having intense orgasms and spurting all over the couch when Howard came home and saw me doing it.

I was still working the vibrator on my clitoris with the dildo several inches inside my ass when Howard came in. He stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth falling open.

"OOOHHHH... FUCK!" I howled. "Come in and shut the damn door! I couldn't wait. Get naked! I need to be fucked. HURRY!" I hissed.

Howard was almost tearing off his clothes as I continued to work the big vibe all over my throbbing clitoris. I was already drenched with my sex juices that had squirted all over me and the couch previously. He could see my hot hole opening... expanding... throbbing and knew I was about to cum again.

"What brought this on?" he gasped as he took off his briefs exposing his iron-hard, thick, 7.5-inch, fuck stick.

"I'll tell you while you fuck me... ooohhh fuck... oohhh fuck... OOOHHHH FUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN... WATCH ME CUM, HONEY... WATCH YOUR SLUT WIFE CUM!!!" My pussy exploded spurting a wide stream high in the air.

"NOW! NOW! GET ON ME! STICK IT IN ME! HURRY! FUCK ME!!!"

Howard was on me and in me in a flash. His cock was already balls deep inside my throbbing pussy before he even lowered his body onto mine. Thrusting his hands beneath my ass, he kept my pelvis elevated as he slammed his rock-hard penis into me again and again. The slapping of our bodies together was quickly followed by the thud of his cock against the bottom of my vagina and my grunt of passion from the hot feeling of his big cock pounding my ass deep into the couch.

Howard was fucking me like a whore. I loved it!

"Oh you hot fuck bitch!" he hissed. "Your pussy feels fantastic. I can feel you throbbing so hard...so damn fast."

"That's because... aaahhhhh shit... pound it, Stud... uunnghh... because you've got a .... uuugghhhh... harder, Baby... HARDER! ... you've got a fabulous cock... uummmmmmmmm... Oh Shit! You're making me cum again... aaahhhhh... uunnghhh... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! BANG ME, LOVER!"

Howard did exactly what I was begging him to do and showed me once again why he's a fantastic lover. Hammering his cock into me with hard, masculine authority, he made me cum ... continued to fuck me... and then made me cum again.

When I was still throbbing in my second intense orgasm, he growled, "Ok, you hot slut. Tell me what got you so hot and horny today." When I didn't respond immediately, he pounded my ass deep into the couch with steady hard strokes until I was again close to an orgasm... then he stopped.

"NO! NOOO!" I squealed in frustration. "Don't stop. I'm almost there."

"I'll finish you when you tell what happened today... not before."

"Please, finish me. Then I'll ride your cock while I tell you every thing, Darling. I promise... but please... finish meeeeee!"

My hot husband fucked me like a wild stallion until I was screaming in the throes of even more intense orgasm. He made me squirt several times before my contractions began to abate. My chest was heaving in an effort to suck air into my tortured lungs. The couch was absolutely ruined. I loved it.

When I regained some control, I kissed my marvelous husband and whispered, "Roll over, Honey. Let your slutty wife get on that big rod while she tells you what happened today."

I told Howard the whole story while I was ramming my pussy up and down on his cock. Again and again, it spewed huge quantites of sperm-filled semen into me.

For the next half hour, I fucked my pussy up and down on Howard's sex spike as I related every single detail of what had happened on the train. He was going crazy with lust as I told him each slutty, dirty detail. After ten minutes, he stiffened and shot a huge cum load into me. When his organ stopped ejaculating, I stopped and let him recover for a few minutes.

After letting him rest for those few minutes, I squeezed his cock with my pussy and started the story again. He got iron hard in less than a minute. We repeated this twice more until by the time I had finished the story, he was in the midst of shooting his third cum load into my vagina. If there had been any chance to save the couch, it had vanished as the huge cum loads mixed with my hot secretions poured over his hips and belly onto the couch.

At 8:30 PM, we were in the kitchen dining on leftovers, sandwiches, and beer. Howard had slipped into his briefs, and I had put on a pair of panties to keep from ruining another piece of furniture. I also put on a bra so Howard could think about something else other than fucking me again. It didn't do much good, but it helped some. At least, he was eating something in between leering at me.

My panties and bra helped some but not much. Howard looked like he wanted to rape me he was so turned on.

He had me go over the hot details of the story again... from the beginning. Before I was halfway done, Howard was hard as stone again. I figured there would never be a better time than this to tell him about Clint's plans for this coming weekend.

"Honey. Clint has told me that he expects me to spend Saturday and Sunday nights with him this coming weekend."

"Told you or asked you?"

"He pretty much told me."

"He hasn't fucked you yet, has he?"

"No, he hasn't."

"But he will this weekend, right?"

"Yes. He's told me that."

"And you want this? You want another man besides me to fuck you?"

"Darling, it isn't that I want it... I need it. We need it."

"We??"

"Yes... We need it."

"You're going to have to explain that to me very, very carefully."

For a long time, I was silent. Finally, I realized there was no possible way I could explain this without telling Howard what had been happening to me for the last year. "All right, Darling. I'll tell you why, but it's a long story. You have to promise to let me finish. Howard nodded, and I began.

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Over an hour later, my husband was still stunned as he poured himself a second bourbon and soda. "You never had an orgasm? Not ever?"

"I had a few, but very few. I just couldn't cum, and I had no idea why. My gynecologist had no idea either."

"And you wouldn't tell me in order not to hurt my ego and make me feel inadequate?"

"That's right because I knew... absolutely knew... that it wasn't your fault. It was just that I knew something was missing... something that I needed, but I couldn't figure out what it was."

"But Clint somehow knew?"

"Yes. Don't ask me how. He just seems to have a special empathy with women that allows him to see what others can't see."

"And what you needed was to be submissive... controlled by a dominant male force?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you just tell me that? I could easily be a dominant male force for you."

"No. You couldn't. Never. You could pretend to be, but you could never do that because you love me... deeply... and you're kind and considerate... you care about me and would never order me do anything that you thought I didn't want to do. Of course, we could role play and we did that quite a few times, but pretense wasn't nearly enough. I needed a man who didn't give a shit about me... a man like Clint. All I am to him is a hot body, a cunt, a piece of ass that he enjoys controlling. That's the sort of domination I need. There's no way you could provide that. There's no way you could do what Clint did to me on the Train today, could you? You love me far too much."

"And you get off being controlled like that?"

"Oh god yes! It just enflames me. You've seen how hot I am now... how hard I cum when you fuck me. I feel like a woman now... a hot, slutty, submissive woman who loves to feel your huge, hard cock ramming into me... making me cum. Don't you agree that sex during the last week has been the hottest it has ever been for us? My god, Howard, do you realize that you're fucking three to five times a day now. I'm cumming 15 or 20 times and loving every second of it... In fact, right now, I can hardly keep my hands off of you, I'm so hot and you just finished fucking the shit out of me."

"You're right. It's never been this hot before. I'm loving every second of it too. But can't it be like this without Clint Fielding?"

"No. It can't. I'm sorry, but I'm not built that way. Once or twice a month, I need an unexpected dose of Clint's domination. I need to be dommed by a man who considers me a piece of ass... just a cunt to be used. With that, with that erotic, sensuous spice added to my libido, I can spend all the rest of the time as the hottest, most passionate, loving wife any man ever had... as your hot wife, Darling. Without it, I can't even reach an orgasm."

I stopped talking... so did Howard. For a long, long time we sat on the couch holding each other. I waited for him to speak... to decide.

"So what time will you be leaving this Saturday and when will you be back? Do you have any idea where he's taking you or what you will be doing?"

"Clint told me to be ready by 1 PM on Saturday. He even gave me a suitcase with the clothes I'm to wear. He also told me that I would be in my office, safe and sound, at 8:30 AM on Monday morning. I have no idea where he will take or what he will have me do, but whatever it is, I'll do it, and when I return, I tell you every thing that happened while we're having the hottest sex any couple ever had. But right now, I need for you to fuck me again... right here... right now!"

It took my stud husband less than 30 seconds to tear off my panties and jerk off my bra leaving naked except for my heels. He ripped down his briefs, and his full 7.5 inch, thick, engorged cock reared straight up... hard, swollen, lusting for my cunt hole. Moving swiftly behind me on the couch, one of his arms pulled my leg high in the air. His other arm circled my neck allowing his hand to capture my heaving tits. He socked his cock between my open thighs and rubbed the swollen head back and forth through my gaping, soaked sex trench.

"Oh you hot fuck bitch... I love you!"

"Ooohhhh I hope so... I'd die if I lost you. God... your cock is so damn hard. I love feeling it against my cunt. Are you thinking about this weekend... about what Clint will be making me do?"

"Yess... oh fuck YES!"

I felt his cock lurch and throb repeatedly between the lips of my pussy. "Will you get this hard while I'm gone and jack off?"

"Yes. I won't be able to stop jacking off thinking about you."

"Oh god... I cumming, Darling. You haven't even put your cock into me yet, but I'm cummingg.... OOOHHHHHH Fuck! Can you feel my cunt contracting and throbbing already?"

"Yes... YES! I love it! Cum you sexy slut. Cum hard!"

"Yes, Darling... I'm cumming... cumming hard around your cock.... Please, stick it in me. I'll just explode if you fuck it into me right now... PLEASE!"

Howard adjusted the angle of his cock and rammed it up my waiting hole. Juices spurted out of my tightly plugged vagina again drenching the couch. He pulled back and rammed me again. I howled in helpless rapture. Again he rammed me. My entire body went rigid as the orgasm ripped through my cunt and belly. Even while I was throbbing in a blinding orgasm, he began fucking me faster... harder... deeper. Grunting each time he sank his full length into my throbbing sex cylinder.

I came the instant Howard's cock penetrated me.

Howard fucked me for almost a half hour. My pussy never stopped contracting and throbbing the entire time. After he had ejaculated deep inside my vagina, he carried me to our bedroom, put me on my knees, and nailed his cock into my asshole. I squealed with a mixture of hot passion and pain. The pain quickly left as he fucked my ass to be replaced with nothing but pure pleasure.

I had never felt so totally filled with cock... I couldn't stop cumming.

Before morning, he had fucked two more times. He would have screwed me again after we awoke, but I reminded him that I had to be on the train by 7:30 AM to meet Clint. When I left that morning, Howard had a raging hard-on, and my cunt was throbbing with anticipation of what was to happen on the train and later in the day when I was once again in the arms of my superbly virile and confident husband.

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A Letter from Clint:

I had a had time concentrating on the preparation of tax forms for my clients the rest of the week. Instead of focusing upon possible tax exemption strategies for my clients, all I could think about was what Clint might have my wife doing and how hot the sex was going to be tonight when we both got home.

As I worked on Form C for one of my business clients, I wondered if Stacy had been finger fucked on the train on the way to work that morning. Had she jacked off any of the men? Sucked them? Was it possible that Clint had had her sit on one of the cocks? Had Clint fucked my wife yet or was he going to wait until this weekend? I stayed hard all day long.

By the time Stacy and I got home in the evening, we were both so hot and horny that we spent two hours fucking before either of us had any interest in discussing or fixing some dinner. Most of the time we were in bed, she was describing what Clint had had her do that day on the train or in the station before and after the train ride.

On Friday morning, the day before Stacy was to leave with Clint for the weekend, a messenger arrived with a special delivery package for me. After signing, he handed me a large manila envelope and left. Across the front of the envelop were the words, "CONFIDENTIAL - YOUR EYES ONLY". Before I even opened the package, I knew it was from Clint.

I did follow the advice on the package by locking my office door before opening the envelope. Inside, I found a typed letter and a plastic case containing what appeared to be a CD. As I suspected, the letter was from Clint.

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Hello, Howard,

As I'm sure you have already guessed, I'm Clint Fielding. I know Stacy has told you a lot about me, but since she may be going away with me this weekend, I want to be certain that you're Ok with that. As I've told Stacy repeatedly, if either of you tells me to "go away", that's exactly what I shall do, and neither of you will ever see me again. This is entirely voluntary on your parts.

This letter is to serve two purposes. First, I want to give you a visual picture of what I have had Stacy doing during the past week. I am aware that she tells you all the sexy details, but, as they say, one picture is worth a thousand words, and you will find several pictures, each with its own caption, on the CD enclosed inside the plastic case. They will be self-explanatory.

Second, I want to give you advance warning of the activities I have planned for Stacy this weekend if she leaves with me. Here, I will provide only a brief overview. When she returns, I'm sure she will provide all the intimate, sensuous, and sexy details of every thing she did while with me.

You are aware that I have not yet fucked your wife nor have I allowed any of the men who have enjoyed her charms and body to fuck her. That will change this weekend. Our first stop after leaving your house will be my condo, where I will fuck Stacy multiple times. So, about thirty minutes after we leave your house, my 8.5-inch cock will be deep inside your wife's cunt.

After she has been thoroughly fucked, I will have her change into one of the outfits I have provided her, and we will visit a private men's club of which I am a charter member. We will spend the afternoon there, and many of the members will enjoy the pleasures of your wife's sex holes.

I could continue, but I think this is enough to give you a good picture of my plans for this weekend so that you can decide whether you wish to tell me to "go away" when I arrive at your home around 1 PM on Saturday.

Sincerely... Clint

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My hands were trembling when I inserted the CD into my computer. The first picture showed a woman from the waist down. Her skirt had been pulled up over her hips revealing her panties that were pulled tightly against her cunt. A man's hand was between her thighs with his fingers sliding along the woman's slit. The attached caption read:

Wednesday, on the train to work. I had gotten things started by pulling your wife's skirt up around her hips. After that, other men took over. Your wife's hips were thrusting against this guy's fingers as he stroked them through her cunt slit. I apologize for the bad lighting. It never is very good on a train.

Picture Number 2 was taken from the low on the floor of the train upward so that Stacy's legs and ass were in full view. Her panties were now gone.

Wednesday, on the train to work. As you can see, Howard, the men have now removed your wife's panties. You can't see it in the picture, but the man in front of your wife has his fingers inside her cunt. Stacy's panties were in my pocket when I snapped this photo. Hot, don't you think?

Picture Number 3 was actually two photos side-by-side taken from the front this time. Both showed men finger fucking my wife's now naked cunt.

Again, Wednesday, on the train to work. You can see the fingers in your wife's cunt now. The two men finger fucking her were taking turns. Stacy couldn't keep her ass still. She came soon after I took these photos.

The next photo, Number 4, was taken from behind. It showed my wife wearing a dress that was hiked up around her waist. She was bent over slightly thrusting her ass back toward a man who was obviously rubbing his cock against her ass cheek. He didn't have his cock out, but I was sure my wife could feel his hard dick as he pushed it against her. The photo showed another man on the other side of my wife. He had one hand on her back and, looking very closely, his second hand was between Stacy's thighs rubbing her clit.

Tuesday, on the train returning home. The guy rubbed his prick against your wife's ass until he came inside his pants. The other guy is rubbing Stacy's clit, but it's hard to see in the photo. Sorry about that.

I gasped when I saw Picture Number 5. It showed a woman sitting down with her legs wide open and up in the air. She was masturbating hard and was in the process of squirting when Clint had taken the photo. The thin stream of her sex juices that was shooting out of her contracting pussy arched a foot into the air. Although only the woman's thighs, ass, and cunt were visible in the photo, I easily recognized my wife's cunt.

Tuesday morning on the way to work. Your wife was getting so hot she couldn't stand it. I had her sit down and masturbate for the men. There were at least 6 men around her plus me watching while Stacy squirted three times. This was her second ejaculation.

Pictures 5, 7, and 8 formed a collage. My wife was now seated with a guy I didn't recognize beside her. He had the top of her dress down, her tits out, and her legs wide open. She still wore her panties though. In one photo, it looked liked he was about to start fingering my wife. In another, he was sucking one of her nipples.

Thursday morning. The guy working on your wife is Ben. Ben loved your wife's big tits and hot cunt. He wanted to mount her right there, but I refused to allow it. Even so, he made her cum as he sucked her tit and fingered her clitoris through her panties.

The last two pictures, 9 and 10, also showed my wife seated... this time with a much clearer view of her face. In photo #9, she was alone with her legs crossed showing a lot of thigh. In photo #10, some guy had joined her. She had opened his pants and extracted his cock. Stacy was practically laying on top of him as she jacked him off. His cock looked just fucking huge!

Thursday evening. Didn't get this guy's name. Your wife jacked him off and he shot a huge load. I made a short gif file of his orgasm. Double click on the icon below and watch your hot wife make him shoot off. Notice how wet his cock is. That's because your wife sucked his cock before finishing him with her hand.

I followed the instructions and doubled clicked on the icon. The gif file that appeared on my screen was awesome. It showed my wife pumping the guys fat, wet, cock. She had obviously been sucking him off before, just as Clint had said. When the guy shot off, a huge fountain of cum spewed out of his cock.

I was covered with sweat by the time I finished looking at all the photos and gif file ... not because the room was so hot, but because I always break into a sweat when I jack off and shoot out a big load.

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Sex Slave:

After we had returned home on Friday evening, Howard showed me Clint's letter to him, and we looked at all the photos of me and the gif file. I hadn't realized that Clint was taking photos, so I was sort of shocked to see myself being caressed and finger fucked by strange men I had never seen before. The photo of me masturbating and squirting had my husband hard as stone so it got me hot as well.

By the time we had finished looking at the things Clint has sent, I had Howard's hard dick out jacking him off while he finger fucked me. "Get on my cock, Stacy. Ride it. Let's fuck," he moaned as I jacked his rod even harder.

Once I was mounted on his cock, and we were both ramming our bodies against each other, I groaned, "Ohhhh that's good... sooo damn good." We were both so hot, it only took a few minutes before I had cum twice and Howard's load had pumped into me.

I was still mounted on his cock when I whispered, "So, have you decided? Are you going to tell Clint to go away?"

"He's your sex master. What are you going to tell him?"

"No fair. You first."

"No. No way! You found him. You've let him control you for a full week. I haven't. What's your decision?"

"I just came twice in a few minutes of fucking, Darling. We both know that you'll screw me several times later tonight and probably shoot off three more times in my pussy, ass, or mouth. I'll probably have another 10 or so orgasms, which is more than I had during the entire six months before I met Clint. If I send him away, I'll be back to that situation in a very short time. Please, Honey. Let me go with him. I don't love him... I need him... we need him to fill some crazy inner desire that I have to occasionally be dominated and used. With that, I can have the kind of intense orgasms we both want me to have. Without it, I can't. You deserve a hot wife who just explodes when you fuck her. Please... let me go."

"Of course you can go. Just be certain that you come home to me on Monday."

At first, I didn't know what to say to my husband. I loved Howard... deeply, and I didn't even like Clint. How could any woman like a man who treats her like she's nothing but a piece of fuck meat, a set of cum holes for his pleasure. I knew that I just needed an occasional bit of hot, exotic, kinky sex from someone like Clint to keep me hot and horny for my husband for a month. Finally, I told him exactly that.

"All right, Stacy. I'm going to let you go... this time and whenever you feel you need to go in the future. I just wish I could be part of it rather than being left out like this."

Howard's response made me absolutely certain that no man could ever make me want to leave him.

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I spent Saturday morning getting for my weekend away with Clint. At 8 AM, I went to the beauty shop and had my hair and nails done. By 9:30, I was busy packing. Clint had given me a list of things to bring that included several erotic outfits he had given me during the week. The one thing not on the list was my birth control pills, which he had ordered me to stop taking. After finishing around 10:30, I asked my husband to join me.

"What's up?" he asked when he entered our bedroom.

"I'm getting ready for the weekend, and I need your help."

"Doing what? It looks to me like you're already packed and ready to go. By the way, you look absolutely delectable."

"I am ready, except for one final thing." As my husband watched, I stripped off all my clothes as he grinned, clearly thinking that I wanted him to fuck me before I left. He started removing his own clothes.

"Don't take off your clothes."

"Why not? Aren't we going to make love... or fuck?"

"No. I told you that Clint ordered me not to have sex or masturbate after Friday evening."

"Then why are you taking off all your clothes?"

"You'll see. Come into the bathroom with me, please."

Howard followed me, obviously eager to help as he always was. He got a curious look on his face when he saw that I had placed two pillows on the floor of the bathroom. His eyes got wide when I knelt on one of the pillows and then bent over placing my head on the second pillow. The position thrust my ass high in the air. I grinned when I saw my husband's pants tenting from his growing erection.

"The enema bag is hanging on the shower rod, Darling. I need for you to give me several enemas to clean my colon."

I had had no idea how my husband would respond. I feared he might just explode and cancel the entire weekend, but, as usual, my husband's erection surged. He couldn't resist squeezing it, he was so hard. "Does it excite you to clean your wife's ass for her lover, Honey?"

"Oh hell YES! This is so fucking hot! I'm hard as iron."

"Take out your cock, Honey. Jack off while you give me enemas. When you have me clean, you have to lubricate my channel with astroglide, but you can cum all over my asshole and then work your load inside along with the astroglide."

I bent over and waited while Howard filled the bag and lubed the large plunger. "Ready?" he asked, grinning with his iron-hard cock sticking straight up. I reached back, pulled my butt cheeks open, and hissed, "Give it to me, Stud. Clean my ass for Clint."

I could feel the warm water cascading over my ass as my husband prepared to stick it in me.

I grunted when he pushed it into me. Instead of immediately starting the water, he fucked my ass with the plunger for several strokes until I moaned, "Stop, Honey. Enema me... don't ass fuck me. I promised Clint."

He reluctantly stopped and started the water. Three times, he pushed the plunger deep inside my rectum and filled it with water until I was totally cleaned. He had been jacking off the entire time and was more than ready for the final lube job.

After getting three enemas, my colon was pristine clean and once lubed would be ready for use.

"Are you ready to shoot the load, Honey?"

"Oh yeah! I'm been struggling to hold off this long."

"Then lube me up, Stud!" My husband jerked his cock hard a few times until he was ready. I bent over, pulled my butt open to let him push the bloated head right up against my waiting asshole. He jacked his shaft a couple of times and his load just gushed out shooting straight into my stretched asshole and coating the outside. I was rubbing my clit the entire time and had an orgasm right along with my husband. It wasn't really fucking so I felt I had kept my promise to Clint.

It was the first time we had ever used my husband's cum load to lube my holes for another man.

Howard loved the whole thing. In fact, he got so excited that I figured we might doing this more often in the future.

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Clint arrived promptly at 12:45 PM on Saturday. In contrast to my husband, whose appearance conveyed strong masculine virility, inner strength, deep concern, compassion, and love, Clint looked sexually virile, muscular and powerful, self-centered, arrogant, disdainful... almost evil.

The two men stared at each other... almost like gladiators in the coliseum of ancient Rome. Neither man extended their hand. They simply stared at each other. I waited, wondering which of them would look away first. Looking at my husband, I felt an inner warmth, security, love, and passion. Just being near him made me horny and hot.

When I looked at Clint, I felt fear and uncertainly, but I also felt my cunt beginning to throb. After a moment, my clit was pulsing and my sexual secretions were gushing from my vagina soaking my panties. I wasn't just horny and hot, I was wild to be mounted and fucked like a whore.

Finally, it was Clint who looked away. I knew it would be.

"Have you decided, Stacy?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm ready to go whenever you are," I said as my cunt continued to throb harder and harder.

"Good. I expected no less. But I must hear from Howard as well. Have you decided, Howard?"

"For some reason I don't understand, my wife needs you... almost like she's a drug addict who needs a fix. We all know that you can tell a drug addict a thousand times that he doesn't need the fix, but it won't matter. Without it, he can't function. My wife needs your kinkiness... like a fix... without it, she can't function sexually and is miserable. So I've told her she can go with you."

"Fantastic! But I want to be certain that when we leave the house, you will not come dashing after us with second thoughts. Stacy, take off all your clothes except your heels. Do it now!"

I was shocked! I didn't think Clint would dare do anything right here in front of my husband, but he was determined to test Howard's resolve. I quickly removed my clothes and stood naked in front of the two men.

"Get down on the carpet, Stacy. On your knees, head on the carpet, your sexy ass high in the air."

I assumed the position Clint had ordered facing away from him so my ass and cunt were totally exposed to his eyes. I felt myself shuddering with female heat as the two powerful studs gazed at my flowing, wet cunt. I wondered if they could see it slowly contracting and throbbing. I knew they could both smell my excitement.

"Spread your knees wider, Stacy, and reach back and open your hot fuck hole." My clitoris began to throb when I heard the order.

I was a hot bitch in heat and both men knew it.

Speaking to my husband, Clint said, "Your wife's cunt and ass do look incredibly hot and fuckable, don't you think, Howard."

For at least a minute, I heard no reply from Howard, just silence. Then, I heard my husband groan, "Oh fuck yes! She's easily the hottest, most fuckable woman I've ever seen." When I heard that, I felt juices gush from my pussy wetting me, preparing me for thick, hard cock.

I wanted cock... I needed cock... in me... deep inside my throbbing cunt.

"Watch closely, Howard."

I heard Clint unzipping his pants. Looking back, I saw him removing his shoes and then stepping out of his pants. His cock was fully erect inside his briefs which were too small to contain his organ. At least two inches of cock protruded from the top of his briefs. Slowly he pulled the briefs downward releasing his engorged and swollen cock. I tried desperately to suppress my near automatic female moan at the hot sight of the 8.5-inch shaft that had to be over two inches in thickness, but didn't succeed.

"OOooohhhhhhh."

Precum was now leaking from the tip of Clint's huge organ. Again, the sight produced another moan from me. Clint stepped behind my upturned ass and using his cock like a big club, thumped my buttocks with his shaft.

"UUnnnnnmmmmmmmmm." He whacked my ass several more times. "OOOOhhhhhhh... god!" I felt like a total bitch, but there was no way I could contain my excitement over the kinky sexuality of what Clint was doing.

Fisting his cock, Clint swabbed the big head up and down the length of my sex trench.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

He moved the cock head to my opening. "Spread your hole wider with your fingers so I can see inside you, Stacy." I followed his order pulling my cunt lips far apart to expose the entryway to my cunt.

"Delicious fuck hole. Don't you just love the way your wife's hot juices bubble out of her pussy when she's hot for cock, Howard?" Clint rubbed his cock head over my opening... around and around the outer rim without putting it into me.

"UUGGHHH... AAAHHHH... YES! DO ME!"

"What did you say, Stacy. We didn't quite hear you?"

"OOOOHHHH god... Do it to me! UUNNGGHHHH!" I shoved my ass back trying to impale myself on Clint's shaft, but he must moved back and left me groaning.

"Do what to you, Stacy? Tell us," Clint demanded.

"FUCK ME!" I screamed. "STICK YOUR HUGE COCK UP MY CUNT. FUCK ME HARD! LIKE A SLUTTY WHORE!"

Next, I felt his cock against my clitoris... rotating over it... pressing hard against it. I was moaning over and over and over now, totally unable to stop even though I had no idea how my passionate screams were affecting my husband. Then, Clint pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole and held it there. My moans grew even louder... turning into hot screeches of female excitement.

"What do you have to say now, Howard. Are you still certain that you want to let Stacy leave with me for the weekend?"

"Oh hell yes! We both want it."

"Fantastic! Ok. I know your cock's as hard as stone now. Would you like to fuck her before we leave? I don't mind waiting."

"She wants your cock right now. I'll wait until Monday."

"Good Man! I promise to return her in great condition and constantly begging you to fuck her. In the meantime, paste the following URL into the browser of your computer and bring up the site from time to time and you'll find a verbal and pictorial summary of what your wife is doing." Clint handed Howard a note and said, "There's nothing there now, but there soon will be."

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Turning to me, Clint said, "Let's go, Stacy."

"Let me get dressed first."

"Put your bra on and carry the rest of your clothes to the car. I'll bring your suitcase."

"But I'll be nearly naked!"

"I noticed. You look delicious. You may as well get used to being naked, Stacy. You won't be wearing any clothes most of the time this weekend. Go to the car... naked ... right now."

Five minutes later, we were on our way to Clint's condo. "It's about a 25 minute drive. Bend over and deep throat me."

"You're too big, Honey. I can't deep throat that huge thing."

"You have 25 minutes to get the job done, Stacy. If my cock isn't buried in your throat with your lips locked around the base by the time we arrive at my condo, the first order of business will be a severe whipping with my belt on your naked ass. I suggest you start."

Getting on my knees, I bent over his lap. Clint raised his butt off the seat to allow me pull down his pants and briefs. The huge organ surged upward every bit as hard as it had been back in my house. The 8.5-inch shaft was over two inches in thickness. It looked impossible for me to deep throat it, but I knew that I had better try.

It looked impossible to deep throat Clint's huge cock.

For the first five minutes, I tried to just force it into my throat, which resulted in intense gagging. At one point, I almost threw up I was gagging so hard.

"You're going about it wrong, Stacy. Push it in slowly. When the head is at the back of your mouth, push forward a half inch at a time... then stop. When you gag, back up a little... just a little... then push forward again. Just keep pushing a little more in. When the head is inside your throat without gagging, the rest is easy. You just push the rest straight down your throat, lock your lips about the base of my cock, and then stay like that, sucking it but not fucking your mouth with it. Understand?"

I nodded and did my best to follow Clint's instructions. I finally managed to get five inches inside... then another half inch... I gagged. Back to five... push ... 5.5 inches in... shove in another inch... 6.0 inches. The head popped into my throat. A few minutes later, my lips were locked around the base of Clint's huge cock.

I got half of him inside my mouth and throat and then began to push in the rest.

Finally, I had his entire cock buried in my throat.

"Great! Now keep it buried in your throat. Suck but don't fuck. Now move your knees further apart so your legs are spread."


I pushed my butt back against the window to give every trucker the best view I could of my ass and cunt holes.

By the time we reached Clint's condo, I was gasping for breath. With his huge phallus sunk all the way down my throat, it was very difficult to breathe. Every 30 seconds or so, I would quickly pull back and suck air into my lungs for a few breaths, which were all Clint permitted before he rammed my head back down on his shaft sinking his cock all the way back down my throat. After he parked the car, he pulled me off his rod by my hair, made me remove my bra, and told me to go stand by the door and wait for him.

Clint took his time getting my bags out of the car while I waited naked in full view of people passing in the street or on the sidewalk. One man stopped, looked me over, and then came over as Clint walked up. I knew I should have been embarrassed, but the only thing I felt was an incredible excitement at being naked on the street with a strange man inspecting me like a piece of meat. I struck a saucy pose with my hand on my hips and brazenly thrust my pussy forward.

I struck the most seductive pose I could... hoping the man would fuck me right there on the front porch.

"Is this your latest conquest, Clint?" he asked.

"Yeah. What do you think, Harmon?"

"She's hot... just gorgeous. Have you fucked her yet?"

"Not yet, but I plan on changing that as soon as I get her inside."

"I see she's married."

"Yeah. Hottest kind."

"Her husband know you're fucking his wife?"

"He knows. Why don't you stop by later and try her out?"

"Thanks. Best offer I've had today." Before the man walked away, he hefted both of my tits, felt my ass, and slipped his fingers inside my pussy, finger fucking me as he rubbed my clit. I was humping on his fingers before he pulled them out.

Clint hooked two fingers in my vagina and led me inside his condo by my cunt. "Go into the bedroom. Get on the bed, on your knees, ass up."

I waited on the bed... on my knees near the edge of the bed so Clint could get at me. When he entered, I was holding my ass cheeks open for him in hot invitation. I desperate to feel his huge cock inside me.

He didn't make me wait any longer. His large, powerful hands gripped my hips and pulled me into fucking position. I arched my ass and held my breath. "Open your ass," he ordered.

Reaching back, I pulled myself open. Sinking two fingers into my ass, he checked the lubrication. "Your husband did a good job lubing your asshole for my use, Stacy. Are you ready for cock?"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH GOD!" I hissed from the sheer excitement of feeling him checking the preparation of my asshole. "FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!" I howled in hot lust.

The big cock head pressed against my hole. "UUNNHH... gghhhaaaa... big... sooo damn big," I moaned.

He worked it in circles over my hole... pressing inward with ever increasing pressure. My sphincter protested but stretched under the unrelenting force of the male piston demanding entrance. Harder... harder ... In spite of the lubricant, it was painful.

"UUNNGGGG... hurts... ooohhhh shit... hurts." Clint ignored my cries and spread my cheeks wider as he rammed forward. My sphincter gave up and spread wide open. The big cock head entered and four inches of cock speared into my depths.

The thick cock forced its way into my widely stretched asshole.

"GGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! EEEE... EEEE... EEEE... AAAHHHHHH!"

He pulled three inches out of my rectum and rammed four inches back inside me. It took him almost 10 minutes before he got his entire cock buried deep inside my asshole. Once he was all the way inside me, his hand circled my hip and took possession of my throbbing clitoris. His other hand held my tit and used it as a handle to pull me back onto his now pumping cock.

Slowly, Clint increased the tempo of the ass fuck. I had never, ever felt so damn full. His finger worked masterfully over my engorged clitoris. It only took him a few minutes to make me cum in hard spasms and wild screams.

My vagina was still contracting in hard spasms when Clint pulled his cock out of my convulsing ass, flipped me over onto my back, shoved my legs up and back, and again nailed his sex spike into my now very stretched asshole.

"UUNNGGGHHHH!" The fucking started again.

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After Clint had screwed my ass, he once again had me suck him off. He had given me very clear, explicit instructions that I was to deep throat his and every other man's cock when I sucked. The erotic feeling of his big cock head moving in and out of my throat very quickly had my pussy convulsing in another orgasm.

I was hoping he would sample my cunt this time as I had not yet felt his shaft inside my vagina. He gave me exactly what I was hoping for. Pulling his jerking rod out of my mouth, he pushed me onto my back, and rammed it deep inside my totally soaked and very ready cunt.

Clint shoved my knees back onto either side of my heaving tits, and slammed his huge shaft straight down into me. Again and again, he fucked his cock into the bottom of my vagina. Each time he entered, I felt the big head thud hard against my womb producing shivers of delight. He fucked me harder... faster. I began to shudder. Then I came! Hard! My vagina went into spastic contractions about his his organ as my juices spurted.

The huge sex spike made me explode in an intense climax.

Clint fucked me steadily until I had cum twice more before he informed me to get ready that he was going ejaculate inside my unprotected vagina. "Spread wide, Stacy. Lift your hips so the load will shoot directly against your womb. You did stop taking the pill as I ordered, didn't you?"

"Yes... I stopped. My pussy is unprotected, Lover. Shoot your big load into me!"

He did... again and again and again until it was running down the crack of my ass.

I howled as my pussy throbbed around Clint's big cock. The fucking was delicious.

When he was ready to cum inside my unprotected pussy, he slammed it in all the way to his balls, and shot a monster load of sperm-filled, hot semen right up against my womb.

After he finished, he ordered me to continue to lie on my back with my legs up... my knees almost touching my tits. "Stay that way for another 20 minutes... let the sperm fill your womb. Then change into the mesh hose outfit I gave you. Harmon will be here soon, and I'm also inviting some more of my friends to join us. Be ready to entertain them properly in 30 minutes.

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All afternoon, I kept thinking about my wife being with Clint. His letter had said that 30 minutes after leaving our house, he would be fucking Stacy. They had been gone two hours, so it was pretty certain that my wife had been fucked several times already. I wondered if Clint's cock was in her cunt right at this moment. I got even harder than I had been at the thought.

His letter had also said that many other men would be fucking my wife. Had she already been fucked by other cocks besides Clint's? Was a new cock in her right now? Was it black? How big was it? Would her cunt be so stretched when she returned on Monday that she wouldn't even be able to feel me inside her? Was she howling with intense pleasure at the moment? Was her cunt throbbing in orgasm even as I jacked off thinking about all these things? My cum load shot three feet into the air when my dick exploded.

After going out for dinner, I decided it was time to try the URL Clint had given me to see if there was anything there yet. There was! Instantly, I got hard again, even before I read anything or saw any pics that might be posted there.

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Hi, Howard,

Your wife is a delicious fuck. Fantastically wet and slick cunt hole, not to mention an unbelievably tight asshole. By the way, thanks for cleaning and lubing Stacy's asshole for me. You did a great job!

Did you know that your wife has a great suck hole? I've now taught her to deep throat, which she can now do easily. Her standing instructions are to deep throat whenever she sucks. So, make sure she takes all of you the next time she sucks your dick. If she doesn't, use your belt on her ass. One or two good, hard strokes will take care of the problem. I speak from experience. She failed to properly deep throat Harmon (one of my friends who has now fucked your wife). I only had to give her one hard stroke with my belt and that completely cured the problem.

I'm sure you're curious to see how good a cocksucker your wife has become. The photos below are of her sucking my dick with Harmon standing behind her waiting his turn inside her mouth and throat.

Howard waiting while your wife sucks me. Watch!
How do you like the way I've taught Stacy to deep throat? You're welcome.

How do you like the outfit I bought Stacy? Hot and sexy, isn't it? And the best part is its convenience. See... just cut open the crotch to the mesh pantyhose and all you have to do is put your wife on her back, spread her legs, and fuck it into her cunt. No need to undress her.

Two delicious fuck holes, don't you think, Howard?

Harmon and Jack both send their best regards and thanks for making your wife's hot holes available. They both screwed her twice, each time pumping the loads into her unprotected cunt. (You do know that she's not taking the pill, don't you? My orders.)

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I was shocked when I read about Stacy going off the pill prior to her weekend with Clint. I also got even harder.

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This was the second time Harmon fucked your wife.

Jack gets his first turn inside your wife's cunt. Later, he fucked her in the ass before he left.

Karl and Walter joined us a little over an hour ago. They've already had Stacy twice each. They both prefer to double team her... giving it to her in her ass and cunt at the same time. I took the photo below the second time they DPed her.

Two delicious fuck holes, don't you think, Howard?

That's if for now. We're going to the Lord's Club tonight. I'm a charter member. Will send more later. By the way, I'm not permitting Stacy to clean her cunt when she bathes. Don't want to wash out all the sperm, you know. By my count, in the five hours since we left your house, Howard, your wife's already taken 11 cum loads from five different men. Three have been shot into her ass; the other 8 were pumped into her unprotected cunt.

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The Lord's Club:

It was very easy for me to get ready for the trip to the Lord's Club that evening. All Clint would permit me to wear was a white teddy that ended above my belly button, a pair of nearly transparent, white, bikini panties and a pair of CFM heels.

I was practically naked in the white teddy and thin white panties.

Before we left, he informed me that I had to obey the command of any Lord unless he intervened. As a charter member of the club, he had almost total authority. He also reminded me pointedly that when ordered to suck, the cock always went all the way into my throat.

"Are you comfortable with this, Stacy? If not, all you have to do is tell me to go away, and I'll drive you home to Howard."

I was trembling so hard with excitement, it was all I could do to moan, "No... please, don't take me home. Take me to the club. Please."

"Fine. If while we're there, you wish to stop, tell me privately and I'll take you home."

I nodded, and Clint ordered me to stand and put my hands behind my back. When I did so, he cuffed my hands and blindfolded me. "I'll lead you to the car, Stacy."

Once inside the car, Clint said only one word, "Suck!" I spent the entire drive to the club with his 8.5 inch organ deep inside my throat.

Once inside the club, Clint removed my blindfold and whispered, "I'm going to take to various pleasure rooms in the club, Stacy, so you will know what is expected of you. Again, if you wish to leave, tell me. If you stay, you will be participating in the activities in the same way you see the other women doing. Are you ready?"

I leaned close, my hands still cuffed behind my back, and whispered, "My pussy is dripping. I can feel my secretions running down my inner thighs. My clit is swollen and throbbing. I'm already about to have an orgasm. I can't remember ever being this ready in my life, Clint."

Clint led me down a narrow corridor. The subdued red lighting gave it an eerie appearance. He stopped me in front of a door on which there was a sign that read, "Training Room".

"It's called a training room, Stacy, because we use this room to train subs who do not reach orgasms frequently enough or hard enough."

"How do you train them differently?" I asked, fascinated and incredibly turned on.

"Let's take a look and see."

When I had entered the room, I realized that it had to be soundproofed because outside the door, I could hear nothing; however, once inside the door, the sounds of women moaning, gasping, and crying out in the midst of hard orgasms filled the entire room. All around me, women were bound on various types of platforms. All of them were blindfolded and tied so that their legs were open and their pussies exposed. Each woman had some kind of vibrating device pressed against their clits. Some of the women were also being fucked by machines that pumped large dildos in and out of their sex holes. Some women had men working on them, others were just attached to vibrators or machines.

As I watched, the women were reaching repeated climaxes. When one woman's orgasm would ebb and her moans and screams died down, another woman would explode in a hard climax. Without realizing it, I began pressing my thighs together in an attempt to masturbate since I couldn't reach my clit with my hands.

"We keep them here until they have experienced so many orgasms they pass out. After one evening of this training, they usually have orgasms with their partners much more often and much harder. If not, we bring them back here for more training. Feel free to look around. Talk to the women if you like."

One large-breasted woman's ass was humping wildly as her pussy erupted in an intense climax. I moved closer. Both of her large tits were wrapped with several loops of cord that were tied so tightly, her tits were torpedoed forward. These loops were attached to similar loops around both of her thighs so that her knees were forced to almost mash against her bound tits. Her wrists were stretched far to the side and tied tightly to the wall behind her. A half dozen loops of small cord were tied tightly around each of her big toes. These ropes were attached to the wall behind her so that her legs were pulled back and held in place by the toe bondage.

A huge dildo at the end of a pole was rammed into the woman's cunt. A powerful vibrator that was attached to the pole was pressed hard against her clit vibrating her to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Looking between the woman's raised thighs, I saw that her asshole was empty, but it was gaped into a large hole. Obviously, she had been recently butt plugged with a huge plug.

The big-titted slut was howling continuously as her cunt exploded again and again.

When her orgasms abated to the point that I thought she could speak, I asked, "How many times have you cum?"

"Ooohhhh god... I don't know... I don't know. Please.. please ask them to let me loose. I promise I'll cum hard when I'm fucked ... please... I promise. Just ask them to stop."

I turned to Clint. "She wants you to let her loose. She says she'll cum very hard from now on. Will you let her go?"

Clint smiled and knelt beside the moaning woman who was already rising toward yet another orgasm. "My sub says you would like to have your situation changed. Is that correct?"

"Oh yes... please. I'll cum hard... really hard. I've been trained. Please." "I'll be happy to change your situation, but I don't think you've been adequately trained yet." Reaching for the vibrator's control, Clint increased the power to "high". The woman's ass just exploded upward as her cunt erupted in an uncontrolled orgasm that caused her to lose bladder control. Her vagina contracted in hard spasms as she urinated all over herself. While I felt sorry for the woman, I was also intensely excited.

On the way out, I saw another brunette in similar toe bondage with her knees forced back against her tits. She was mounted on some kind of platform with a machine ramming a dildo in and out of her vagina. The machine varied the rhythm, speed, and force of the fuck strokes much the same as a man would do. The bound brunette was howling with a mixture of intense pleasure and exhaustion. Her cuntal secretions were cascading down her ass cheeks. It was obvious that she had been excited repeated to multiple climaxes.

The machine's large dildo pumped her stretched, throbbing cunt hole relentlessly.

I moved closer and watched as the machine fucked the helpless woman. "How many times have you cum?" I asked.

"Ungh UNGGH UUGGHHH! AAAAHHHH OOOHHHH GOD... OOHHHH FUCKKK! 14... 14 TIMES... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I could see her vagina throbbing about the plunging shaft. "Wrong, Honey. Wrong. It's 15," I said with glee as I listened to her wailing in her climax.

Clint took me out of the Training room and led me further down the corridor to a room whose sign read "Pleasure Room 1". Inside the room, I counted 9 women bound on some type of platform or bed. Each of the women was being fucked by at least one man, some by several men.

"Who are these people?" I asked Clint as my vagina throbbed with anticipation and some envy.

"They're mostly subs, but some are the wives of various Lords who enjoy multiple cocks. The men are all Lords of some rank in the club.

On one platform, I saw a big blonde woman, blindfolded of course, bound face down. Her mouth was stretched around a large cock that pumped all the way down her throat on each thrust. Another man was at the opposite end of the platform fucking the blonde in her cunt. All three of them were grunting with excitement as the cocks entered the woman's holes. My hips began thrusting in fuck motions as I watched.

The blonde's tits hung down and jiggled as she sucked in every inch of cock while another man fucked her cunt.

Just to the side of the blonde, another woman was attached to a fucking platform. The platform was tilted so as to bring her cunt or ass into perfect position. Her arms were bound to the top legs of the platform while a spreader bar held her legs open. The bar was attached to a pulley from the ceiling, which was elevated to keep the woman's legs up. Beneath the woman's ass there was a thick pool of semen.

I couldn't help wondering how many men had fucked the woman.

Nodding toward the pool of semen, I asked, "What's that?"

"That's cum that's dripped out of her pussy from all the men who have fucked her so far," Clint replied. He had to hold me to prevent me from falling as the orgasm surged through me.

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After touring two more rooms, Clint led me into the bar area of the Club. After removing my cuffs, he said, "Sit beside me. Don't speak unless a Lord asks you a question. Keep your legs open and remove your tits from the teddy so the Lords can inspect you."

"So they can decide if they wish to fuck me?" I asked unable to control my shuddering.

"Yes. Remember, if they tell you to suck, the cock goes all the way in." I nodded in compliance.

I followed Clint's order and exposed my tits while keeping my legs wide open.

We hadn't been seated for more than five minutes when a Lord sat down beside us. "Good evening, Clint. I see you have a new sub. Is she good?"

"Extremely so. Very tight ass and a delicious cunt. I'm training her for her husband. She was unable to reach orgasm for months. Now she's doing very well."

"I would imagine so. Her tits are huge. I like big tits."

"Don't we all?"

The Lord hefted both of my tits. When he heard me moan softly, he smiled and moved his fingers to my nipples, twisting, pulling, and squeezing them. My moans changed to deep groans.

"She's hot. Sounds like she's about to cum already."

"She is. It doesn't take much to bring her off."

"I'd like to fuck her."

"Of course. That's why she's here."

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The man whose name I was never told wasted no time in pulling off my panties. With my top already pulled down below my tits, he left it was it was and led me to a couch. Once he had me on my back, he simply said, "Lift your legs, Stacy, and spread. I know you know the female fucking position. Take it!"

I didn't even think about hesitating, much less resisting or actually saying no. All I did was spread myself wide open and hiss, "Fuck me! Sir. Hard. I'm married, you know. Do you like fucking another man's wife? If so, stick it in me... please!"

After that, I said no more. I did moan, grunt, gasp, squeal, and scream as he plowed me with his hard cock while squeezing both of my tits. Several other Load's gathered around watching as he fucked me. Some of them had their cocks out waiting their turn.

I came once before the man emptied his balls into my pussy.

"Cum, you hot Bitch," the man fucking me screamed. I grunted and came. While my pussy throbbed about his deeply embedded cock, I felt his load shooting into me. That turned me on even more, but he finished too soon to allow me to cum again.

I didn't have to worry, however. As soon as he pulled his now soft penis from my hole, another iron-hard dick was thrust into me. As he fucked me, hard... fast... deep, he pulled one of my legs high to open me up. After that, every thrust thudded into the bottom of my cunt with hard male authority causing me to hiss and groan with hot female pleasure. I came twice before my new fucker shot his load into me.

By the time he pumped his load into my pussy, it was a swamp from my secretions and sperm-filled semen.

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There was no way I could sleep Saturday night knowing that my wife was at the Lord's Club, whatever that was. Regardless of what it was, it was certain that Stacy was being fucked repeatedly by Clint and maybe another man or two. I checked the URL but there was no new information. Finally, around 3 or 4 AM, I fell into a fitful sleep.

It was 10 AM before I awoke. I was hungry, but food really didn't matter much to me. What I wanted was information about my wife. Frantically, I logged onto the site. There was a new message from Clint.

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Hi again, Howard,

Took your wife to the Lord's Club last night. Of course, she sucked my cock throughout the drive... all the way into her throat, as I now require. All I let her wear was a white teddy, transparent white panties, and CFM heels. She looked hot and fuckable... not surprising since she was hot and fuckable.

I took your wife on a tour of the club with her hands cuffed behind her back so she was unable to masturbate. We watched women being trained to cum hard and often when they're fucked. This is accomplished by binding them on platforms and using vibrators and dildoes on and in their cunts until they've had so many orgasms, they pass out. Later, we visited another group of women being serviced while bound on fucking platforms. Your wife got so hot watching this, she had an orgasm without even being able to get her hands on her clit. I had to support her while she shuddered during her climax.

When we went to the bar area, your wife sat with her tits exposed and her legs wide open. With her panties nearly transparent, the members had a very good view of her cunt so they could decide whether or not they wished to fuck her. Does it come as a surprise to you, Howard, that most of them decided they would like to fuck a load of cum into Stacy's pussy?

I've attached some photos of the Lord's enjoying your wife. This is Randall. He has one of the largest cocks at the club. It's even bigger than mine. Your wife came three times before he ejaculated into her unprotected cunt.

Walter had already jacked once while waiting for his turn inside your wife's cunt... poor guy just couldn't wait. When he did get to mount her, he screwed her for about 10 minutes and then had your wife mount him in reverse cowgirl position with his big cock thrusting in and out of her asshole. He spent another 10 minutes fucking Stacy's ass before filling it with his load.

When Marvin got his turn, he made your wife mount his cock. I have to tell you, Howard, Stacy didn't put up much of a fight... In fact, if I remember correctly, she had his dick up her hole as soon as Marvin laid down on the couch. Just look at the thickness of Marvin's rod. Can't you just hear how loud your wife was screaming every time she slammed her cunt down on that huge shaft?

Bert only has an average cock, but let me tell you, Howard, once he gets it socked into a woman's cunt, he pounds her harder than any guy you've ever seen. Every stroke slams into the woman's hole like a jackhammer. He had your wife screaming and cumming several times before he pumped in the load.

The Lords had been fucking Stacy for almost two hours before I finally decided to take her to one of the pleasure rooms where any member who didn't mind standing in line and waiting his turn could fuck her. At the time, Haskel had your wife on her knees, head on the couch, ass up in the air nailing her like a hot bitch. I told him he could finish fucking her before I took her to a pleasure room. He screwed her for 15 minutes or so before finally unloading up her cunt, at my request.

When Haskel finished with your wife, I got her to her feet ... you can imagine that she was a bit shaky after being fucked by seven of the members over a two hour period. But she was eager to be taken to one of the pleasure rooms. In fact, she had been begging me to take her there ever since she had seen the women being repeatedly screwed in one of those rooms.

I took Stacy to Pleasure Room 3 after posting an announcement and her photo that she would be in that room ready to service any member who wished to use her.

I first strapped your wife to a fore and aft fucking platform. With a fore and aft fucking platform, the woman is tied to the platform face down with her arms bound to the front legs, her legs to the rear ones. From the front, her mouth hole is available to service a man. From the rear, both her cunt and ass holes are available. A photo of Stacy bound to the platform is shown below.

I left her bound to the platform for 45 minutes while I watched from the side. Three members used her mouth... three more used her cunt and ass holes.

After releasing your wife from the fore and aft platform, I bound her to a vertical fucking rack. The rack is not quite vertical. It actually allows the tilt to be adjusted to place the woman's cunt in perfect fucking position depending upon the height of the man who's using her. But it's called a vertical rank anyway. Her arms, legs, wrists, and ankles are tied to the rack with her legs open, of course. For good measure, I also put your hot wife in tit bondage and gagged her. She howled when I tightened those ropes and torpedoed her big tits. When a woman is in tit bondage, you wouldn't believe how hard her tits bounce when she's being fucked. See photo below.

I left her on the rack for half an hour... enough time for three more members to ejaculate a load into your wife's cunt hole.

At the end of the evening, I tied Stacy to a cunt/ass fucking platform. As the name suggests, this device allows excellent positioning for ass and cunt fucking of the woman, but her mouth is not available. A photo of your wife on the platform is attached below.

By this time, I wanted something to eat and drink, so I placed a sign-up sheet beside the platform with an order for members to sign if they used Stacy and to indicate which of her holes they used for their ejaculation. I left her on the rack for an hour and a half before returning. The sheet showed that 8 men had fucked her. As you can imagine, their loads were running out of her cunt and ass and forming a sexy, erotic cum pool at the base of the platform.

As a result of your wife's experiences on the fore and aft and the cunt/ass platforms, Howard, I don't think you'll have any trouble penetrating Stacy's ass in the near future. She has been fully stretched open and gaped. Here's a gif I made from the video I took of a Lord using her asshole. As you can see, you'll be able to sink right into her.

After that, I took Stacy back to my condo, helped her to shower and clean up (except for her pussy, of course), and then took her bed.

More later. Clint.

P.S. I fucked your wife's cunt and ass before letting her sleep. One load in each of her holes.

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By the time I had finished reading Clint's e-mail, I was jacking off furiously. Mentally, tallied up the number men who had fucked my wife in one of her holes at the Lord's Club. Seven men screwed her in the bar area, six more when she was on the fore and aft platform, three on the vertical rack, and finally 8 more on the cunt/ass platform. Then, Clint had screwed her later. 25 men! I shot a huge load when I had added up the total.

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Sunday:

On Sunday afternoon, Clint invited three of his black friends over to his condo. The three of them gangbanged me while Clint took video film. I was nervous at first having heard all the stories about the size of black men's cocks, but it turned out that while they were large, only one was larger than Clint. The other two were well above average, but about the same size as Howard.

To get things started, Clint had me suck off all three of the men. Remembering Clint's instructions, I deep throated all of them with the result that I very quickly had three loads of cum in my belly. After that, the fucking started.

The guys were all amazed when I sucked their entire shafts into my mouth and throat.

The thrill of having a fresh, hard, black cock in me for hours was fantastic. As soon as one of them would shoot off, another hard cock was waiting to fuck me.

For the first part of the gangbang, the guys took turns fucking me. Since they were all hot and excited, the first round only took about 25 minutes. None of the men could last longer than 10 minutes inside my cunt or ass.

Neither Frank nor Grant lasted more than 10 minutes inside my tight cunt.

The second round took almost twice as long since the guys had a lot more staying power having already cum in me once. The last man pumped his load into my ass a little short of an hour after we had started.

The second time Hal fucked me, he pumped my pussy for almost 20 minutes before he shot his load.

To speed things up, Clint had all three men screwing me at the same time during the last round. They each fucked one of my holes for 5 or 10 minutes, and then they would switch. After all three men had been inside each of my sex holes, Clint told them to go for it and shoot in their loads. They drew straws to see who got which one of my holes, and about 10 minutes or so later, I had three more cum loads in me... one in my mouth and belly, another in my ass, and the third pooled in the bottom of my vagina.

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Later that evening, Jack, Harmon, Walter, and Karl brought over some beer and steaks and while Clint grilled the steaks, the four guys each fucked me. After we had all eaten, Clint announced that I was the dessert, and like all good desserts, I needed to be creamed.

The five of them each took turns fucking me without shooting off until they had each been in me three or four times and were all ready to cum. I had already cum four times.

Clint spread a vinyl tablecloth on the floor, and I laid down on it with my butt on a pillow, my legs wide open, and my hands cupping both of my big tits. The guys all circled around me and began jacking off. They worked carefully until each of them said he was ready to unload. On a signal from Clint, the five men began to spew their loads all over my face, tits, belly, cunt, and thighs.

After every drop of cum was on me, Clint took a dozen photos.

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After the other guys left and I had showered, it was close to 10 PM. Clint ordered me to dress in a micromini skirt, a tube top, and 5-inch heels, but no bra or panties. With no bra, my 38DD tits bounced obscenely every time I took a step. In addition, even if I stood still, the tube top was so small my tits bulged out the top and the sides. The skirt just barely covered my ass, and with no panties, every movement exposed my ass and my cunt. I looked totally whorish.

When Clint inspected me, he was pleased, and I was so turned on that I could smell my cunt and feel the secretions from my excited pussy on my thighs. "Are we going out with me dressed like this?" I asked.

"We are."

"Where are we going?"

"I know a great adult book and video store. They have an arcade in the back with glory holes. Are you ready, Stacy?" When I nodded, Clint again asked, "Want to tell me to go away?"

"Oh god no! I want you to take me to the dirty book store!"

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I was naked inside the arcade booth. Clint was leaning back against the wall watching me suck off another cock through the glory hole, my sixth. This one was white, medium sized, but very hard. As my lips slid up and down the shaft, I could hear the excited moans coming from the other booth. Each time I clamped my lips tightly about his cock and sucked hard on the head, the man moaned loudly.

"Oh god... Baby. I'm about to shoot it. Suck it, Slut!"

Glancing over at Clint, I nodded my head, which was our signal that the man was about to shoot off. He motioned with his hand for me take his entire shaft and press my lips up against the hole. The masculine howl from the other side when I did that was probably loud enough to be heard out in the book store.

I kept my lips pressed against the hole allowing the man to mouth fuck me. His grunting grew louder as he got closer to cumming. When his load rose from his balls, he shouted, "HERE IT CUMS, SLUT! TAKE MY HOT LOAD, BITCH!" I did as gush after gush of cum fired into my mouth and throat. A minute later, the entire load was pooled in my belly.

Every time the man thrust, his dick slide down my throat. Clint could easily tell where the head was by the bulge in my throat.

After he had finished, the now softening cock was pulled back through the hole, and we heard the door of the adjoining booth opening... then closing.

We didn't have to wait long before another cock was pushed through the hole. This one was black, and it was huge... long and thick, even bigger than Clint's. I grinned at him, and he pointed first to his mouth and then to his crotch, which was the signal for me to first suck the cock and then fuck it.

It took awhile for me to work his organ into my mouth, it was so large. I would push forward while the guy did all he could to help me by shoving his cock as far through the hole as possible. It was lucky they had made the hole big enough for the guy to get his balls through otherwise I wouldn't have been able to suck all of it.

As I sucked him, Clint moved closer and looked up between my thighs at my soaked cunt. I knew he could see inside my hole as it had already been stretched open by three large male shafts.

I could see Clint squeezing his cock as he looked up at my cunt. That excited me as much as sucking the guy through the glory hole.

The black stud on the other side of the wall was urging me to take all of his shaft. "Take it all the way in, you hot white whore. Suck my black shaft, Baby!"

Clint nodded and I rammed my mouth down the shaft to the point that my lips were pressed hard against the base of the cock. The guy took immediate advantage and began fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. I just stayed in position and allowed him to use my mouth hole.

"That's enough sucking, Bitch. Stick your hot cunt up against the hole, Slut. I'm going to prong you with my big black rod. Hurry up. I want your cunt hole, not your mouth." Clint pointed to my open pussy indicating that I should put it against the hole so the guy could fuck me.

Since the guy couldn't see, it was up to me to get his rod into my pussy. With the previous three guys, it hadn't been a problem, but this stud was so big I was having problems getting the huge mushroom head into my opening. Even when I got half of the head in, his shaft wasn't sufficiently lubed to allow it to slide into me.

Clint solved the problem by squirting some astroglide over the guy's shaft, spreading it with his hand... which brought grunts of satisfaction from the man... and then fitting the organ into my waiting vagina. The slick, lubricated shaft sank into me smoothly bringing male moans from the other side of the wall and female shrieks from our side.

After Clint had lubed the cock, it easily penetrated my cunt hole and sank deep inside my vagina.

The stud fucked me hard... fast causing me to squeal with excitement each time that thick shaft stretched me open and plunged deep inside my gushing hole.

"Oohhhhh god... fuck me, Mister. Fuck me hard! AAAHHHHHHH... you're so fucking big!"

"White honky slut. Take it, Bitch!"

"I'm taking it... oh god... I'm really taking it, mister."

"Cum on it, Slut!"

"AAAAHHHHH... yess.. .yesss... it's making me cum, mister... can you feel my cunt throbbing, Honey?"

"OH FUCK YEAH! HOT FUCK HOLE! UGGGHHHH!! HERE IT COMES, SLUT... BIG LOAD GOING INNNNNNNNNNN! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!"

With each masculine grunt of pleasure, another jet of cum surged into my cunt until it was dripping out onto the floor.

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Monday:

I was hard at work on tax returns when my office phone rang late Monday morning.

"Howard Malcomb speaking. How may I help you?"

"You can help me by coming home as soon as possible, Darling. I'm home waiting for you and my cunt is just dripping. Please come as soon as you can," my wife hissed, her voice filled with hot, female desire.

"Are you Ok. Is every thing all right," I asked deeply concerned.

"No. Every thing is NOT all right. My cunt's on fire. I need the sex hose of my main stud to put out the fire."

My cock surged to full, throbbing, iron-hard erection instantly! "What are you doing now? Is Clint there fucking you?"

"Hell no! We're done with him for another month or so. I need my husband. I'm naked except for the five-inch, plastic heels I'm wearing. I've taken the rest of this week off work, and I'm going to stay naked the entire time unless my hot husband takes me out somewhere. OOohhhh shit! I'm hot! Do you have time to listen to me masturbate and cum on my vibrator?"

"How can you be so hot with all the men you've had the past two days?"

"Those guys just primed the pump, Lover. And I need you to come home and work your pump in me. OH SHIT... PLEASE HURRY!"

I put the tax returns on which I had been working in my desk and told my secretary to close up for the day. When I arrived at home, I found Stacy lying in the middle of the floor in our den. She had her ass elevated on a large pillow with her legs spread, knees raised, and her five-inch heels planted on the floor arching her cunt at me. She was rubbing her engorged clitoris.

I tore my shirt trying to get it off. When I was naked, I mounted my wife like a raging bull and slammed my cock deep into her eager pussy. Her legs rose and locked around my hips at the same time as her arms pulled me hard against her convulsing body. Her cunt was already contracting in hard spasms around my ramming cock. She never stopped cumming until I put my first load deep inside her.

For the next two days, we fucked all over our house, on the patio where the neighbors could see me giving it to her and hear her squealing with hot lust... we even screwed on the front lawn one evening after dark. During meals, she would slide beneath the table and suck me... always deep throating my shaft.

Of course, our wild sexual marathon eventually slacked off but our sex life never returned to anything like what it had been previously... not even during the first months we were married. Every single day was a new sexual adventure.

My wife would call me at work and ask me to jack off so she could listen to me cum. I would call her during the day at her office and tell her lock the door and masturbate until she got off. The first time I did that, she responded, "Like hell I will... There's no way I'm locking the door. I masturbate anytime my hot stud husband tells me to and I don't give a shit who sees me doing it!"

When we went out, Stacy never wore panties. In fact, she told me that the only reason she didn't throw all her panties away was that she needed them when she had her period.

Sex during her periods was something else! Previously, we had essentially abstained during those times except for her going down on me occasionally. Now, we had sex every day, usually two or three times, period or no period. I would use the vibrator and my tongue on her clitoris... so it was a little messy... neither of us cared. We would have anal sex while I worked her clit until we both had explosive orgasms.

Role play was hot and sensuous. She flirted outrageously, often flashing her tits and cunt, until we were both so hot we had to fuck. We did in the back seat of our car, in public restrooms, in parks. I even fucked her on the train to work after groping her the way Clint had done to get things started.

Naturally, I had to ask about have unprotected sex. She grinned and asked if it turned me on to think about those cum-filled cocks fucking her and pumping all that cum into her unprotected pussy. When I admitted that it did, she said, "Me too. It was incredibly exciting to let them fuck me with no protection. Then she whispered in my ear, "I wouldn't have done it except I knew it was the wrong time of the month. I wasn't fertile."

"What about the next time?"

"I'll arrange the times appropriately. If I can't, then I'll take the pill without telling anyone. That is, unless you want to fuck unprotected regardless. Think about it, Lover. I'll do it if you tell me to."

Five weeks after Stacy's hot weekend with Clint, we were in bed fucking. She was riding my cock when she leaned over and whispered, "I'll be gone this coming weekend, Honey. Are you still Ok with that?"

"Clint again?"

"Yes." She pumped her cunt harder on my cock.

"Two days again? or three?"

"Two and a half. I'll be home the afternoon of the third day?" Her vaginal muscles milked my now throbbing rod.

"Same place? His condo?"

"No."

"Where?"

"Atlantic City. At Harold's Club."

"Why there?"

"There's a large convention of insurance agents scheduled for that weekend, Honey. Clint is going to have me working as a paid escort for the entire weekend."

"Escort?"

"Yeah... that's the polite name for a hot-assed, very available whore. Oh Baby. Your cock just got harder... I think I need to make you cum."

Stacy pounded her hot ass on my shaft. It only took a minute to make me pump a huge load into her cunt. I didn't even get soft.

"Will you do it unprotected?"

"Of course. It's not my time of the month... but it's close, Darling. It's close. Are you ok with that?"

For an answer, I rolled my hot wife onto her back and fucked her continuously for more than an hour."

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