2010-03-31

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

A Wife's Fantasies
by RLM

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Greg had no idea how erotic and wild his wife's fantasies were.

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Background:

Amber and Greg Ralston had been married for 15 years. At 36, Amber's 34DD-26-38 body was still trim and fit owing primarily to a healthy diet and three trips a week to the spa and gym. She also stayed mentally and physically active in her daily life. Once a week, she played tennis, which she still loved having been on her college's varsity tennis team. She also took invigorating hikes in the evening hours, played bridge, and belonged to the Book-of-the-Month club. Her long, blond hair, perfect complexion, full, sensuous lips, bright eyes, and awesome figure still turned male heads where ever she went.

Greg was two years older at 38, and, in spite of his position as Vice-President of Personnel for a medium-sized corporation, he still managed to stay reasonably fit by hitting the weight room once or twice a week coupled with one or two highly competitive evenings of racquetball. He also played tennis, but found it a little embarrassing since Amber was a much better player who could beat him consistently.

The Ralston's annual income varied from $150,000 to $200,000 owing to variations in the performance of their extensive portfolio of stocks, bonds, and real estate holdings. That income provided them with an upscale lifestyle and the means to send their two children to private schools. Helen, their youngest at 13, was in the seventh grade while Paul was 15 and a freshman in junior high school.

Since Paul was 15 years old, Amber and Greg usually told everyone that they had been married for 16 years. In actual fact, Greg had fucked Amber on their third date and on essentially every date thereafter, unless she was having her period. Greg was quite proud of the fact that he had gotten into Amber panties on just their third date. Naturally, he had told every single one of his fraternity buddies. Amber’s beauty was such that they were all impressed and jealous. After that initial seduction, every guy in the fraternity frequently asked him if he was still getting into Amber's pussy. Grey kept them all fully informed so that every guy in the fraternity knew when, where, and how often Greg was banging her.

What Greg didn't know was that Amber was hoping that her new sexy boyfriend would fuck her after he had taken her to dinner on their first date. She was really disappointed at having to masturbate when he only kissed her at the front door of her sorority house. Although they had courted pretty heavily on their second date, Greg still didn't make a move on her pussy. On their third date, in the heat of a pretty heavy courting session, Amber had moaned and gasped, "Oh god. I'm so hot, Greg. Please, fuck me." Even Greg could figure out what to do next after that hint. Of course, she had never told Greg any of those facts.

During their senior year in college, Greg's condom broke with the result that Amber got pregnant. They were married right after graduation, and Paul was born three months later. Fortunately, Greg was able to land an entry-level management position with his present corporation. Gradually, he had advanced up the corporate ladder reaching his present vice-president's position four years earlier.

When Amber reached her 30's, her sexual libido surged. Since it was always high, she found herself always in heat. It had been years since Greg had heard his wife say 'no' to any sexual request that he made. She was always ready for anything. The problem was that Greg's sex drive had begun to decline in his late twenties and that continued into his 30's. As a result, after 15 years of marriage, Amber was in a near state of constant frustration. Instead of her husband's hard, rampant cock pounding her pussy, she usually had to settle for her vibrator and one of her hot fantasies.

After several years, Amber had a wide repertoire of sex fantasies that she used when she was pleasuring her pussy with her eight-inch vibe or when Greg was giving it to her. He would have been shocked if he had known that almost every time he screwed his gorgeous wife, she was lost in a fantasy that it was other man or men mounted on her.

In spite of her frustrations, after 15 years of marriage and a year of courtship, Amber had never been unfaithful. Considering the facts that for the last six years, she had been in a state of near constant, unfulfilled sexual heat and had many men hitting on her trying to get lucky, her total faithfulness to her husband was a remarkable demonstration of both love and will power. But then, things rarely remain the same.

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A Frustrated Wife:

It was all I could do to keep from hurling the dishes against the wall and breaking every single one of them. I tend to lose control like that when it has been eight days since my husband last fucked me. But last night and this morning was just too ridiculous for words. As I thought about the way Greg had ignored me this morning when I rubbed my tits and my hard nipples against his face trying to seduce him back into bed, I did lose control, and one of the breakfast dishes shattered into a hundred pieces when I hurled it against the tiled floor.

"Shit!" I screamed aloud as I recalled his excuse, "I have to get to work, Honey. I'm way behind. I just can't be late." In response, I had shouted, "You're even further behind in taking care of your wife's hot pussy! You haven't fucked me in eight days!"

I had expected that challenge to his manhood to produce an enraged male who would drag me into the bedroom where he would screw my brains out for the next half hour leaving me a panting, throbbing, totally satisfied, shuddering female. Instead, the only response I had gotten was another lame excuse and a promise of lovemaking later tonight. I had had to bite my tongue to keep from shouting, "I don't want lovemaking! I want a horny male to ravish me until I can't walk straight."

As I rinsed off the dishes to get them ready to go into the dishwasher, I thought back to the previous night. At least, Greg had tried to have sex with me. I had dressed hot for him and sucked his cock to a nice erection before rolling onto my back and spreading my legs. I could hardly wait for him to mount me. When he did, I pulled my legs back to give him full access to my very ready pussy. His hips snapped forward and his seven-plus inches plunged into me. I remember hissing in hot pleasure at his entry.

He had fucked me vigorously for about two minutes when he suddenly and very rapidly lost his erection ... he didn't cum prematurely... he just lost his erection while he was inside my vagina, and nothing that I could do afterwards had any effect on restoring it. He had apologized, said it was because he was tired from so much work, and quickly fell asleep leaving me with throbbing, hot, excited cunt but no cock to satisfy it. As I replayed the events in my mind, I again lost control. Another dish shattered against the tile floor.

No matter how much I pleaded, Greg absolutely refused to see a doctor, to take viagra, cialis, or levitra, and wouldn't take a vacation from work and some time off. He just kept insisting that there was nothing wrong. I was so mad, I again had to fight off the urge to smash every dish!

As soon as the dishes were safely inside the dishwasher, I practically ran to my bedroom. After getting several dildos and my large electric vibrator out of my dresser drawer, I stripped off the bedcovers and tossed the toys on the bed. Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I slowly slipped out of my robe and my baby-doll nightie.

When my large 34DD tits came into view, I paused to heft and squeeze them. My nipples had been hard as pencil erasers for the last hour. When I rubbed them, tingling surges of pleasure rippled down my body into my vagina causing it to pulse. Moving my fingers onto my nipples, I squeezed, rubbed, pulled, and twisted them. Hot moans of pleasure came from lips. My vagina throbbed even harder. I also felt my clitoris enlarging and sneaking out of its protective hood.

My nipples were so hard and sensitive, just touching them sent shivers through my body.

When I let the nightie fall to the floor, I was staring at my naked body. My large 34DD breasts were firm and stood out like twin cannons. My waist was narrow, and I thought my ass looked really good. After all, quite a few men had said so. Moving my feet further apart, the prominent lips surrounding my wet slit came into view. Whenever I wore a pair of tight shorts or jeans, the sexy outline of the very prominent lips of my vulva were on display exciting every guy who stared at my crotch. At the top, I could see my passion-enlarged clitoris protruding from its hood.

"What man wouldn't want to fuck this body?" I asked myself.

All things considered, I thought I looked great... hot, sexy, sensuous, and very, very ready. "Why doesn't my husband want to fuck this hot body? I'm four times as wild for it now as I was when we were dating. And every time we go to a party, every guy that see me stares with open lust. "They certainly want to get into me," I thought.

I ran my fingers lightly over the protruding head of my clit. My body shivered with the contact. I had always loved the fact that I had a large, prominent clitoris. Greg and my other lovers before him had loved it too and never seemed to tire of making me cum by stroking, licking, and sucking it. Naturally, I was always eager to let them enjoy my big, sensitive clit whenever they wanted and for as long as they wanted.

Now, it was me enjoying playing with it. As my fingers sensuously rubbed it through its hood, my hips were beginning to undulate... and then hunch in hot fuck motions. My mind completely erased thoughts of my husband and children as it filled with an array of hot fantasies I had begun building and using a few years ago when Greg's interest in sex started declining. As my fingers deliciously invaded my wet, pulsing pussy and my tongue flicked lightly against my top lip, I enjoyed deciding which fantasy I was going to use this morning as I spent an hour or so pleasuring myself.

I had used the gangbang fantasy the previous morning. It was incredibly erotic and always made cum several times, but I wanted to try a different one this morning. I considered the one in which I seduce several teenaged male virgins at the same time until their small, boy-cocks are plunging into all my holes fucking me senseless. Naturally, in that fantasy, every single one of the boys maintains a perpetual erection as they give it to me again and again and again... one at a time, two at a time, or three at a time.

Three fingers were plunging into my pussy when I finally decided on the bondage-slave fantasy, one of my favorites. After arranging the full-length mirror at the foot of my bed so I could see myself masturbating and then see my pussy when it erupted in hot orgasms, I stretched out on my bed, spread my legs, and began to construct the fantasy scenario in my mind as my fingers moved erotically through my slit, pausing to sink into my hole, and then up to my hard clitoris.

My clit throbbed beneath my fingers. I could feel my vagina opening and closing.

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I had foolishly taken a walk alone on one of the back streets of Paris. I knew better, but I told myself that nothing would happen. Besides, the danger of being a lone woman walking the streets of Paris at night sent an erotic thrill through my body. I could feel the seeping wetness of my excited pussy. The plunging neckline of my blouse revealed a lot of cleavage and a substantial portion of my 34DD breasts. As I passed some of the men walking in the opposite direction, their hungry stares at my exposed tits and long legs already had me hot, and I had just started my stroll.

I had walked perhaps two blocks into an area where there were fewer and fewer street lights. I had just about decided to return to my hotel as I was becoming frightened when I passed a group of four men. They had watched me as I approached, and I could almost feel their eyes examining my legs and my bouncing breasts. It excited me enormously but it also scared me. When I passed them, one of them licked his lips. I smiled and continued walking knowing that they were all now checking out my ass. I slowed giving them a longer time to watch me. That gave two of the men ample time to reach me.

"Excusez-moi, Mlle. Vous ne devriez pas être dans cette rue à ce temps de nuit seule."

"What? Did you say I shouldn't be here alone?

"Oui, Mlle. It is too dangerous for you. Please follow us and we will escort you back to your hotel."

"That's very kind of you, Monsieur," I replied. The man who spoke to me turned and walked back down the street in the direction from which I had come. I followed him while the second man walked behind me. When we came to the first side street, the man behind me suddenly pulled a burlap bag over my head and wrapped his powerful arms around me effectively pinning my arms to my sides.

"No! NO! DON'T! PLEASE DON'T!" I screamed helplessly, my screams muffled by the burlap bag. Twisting... struggling, I tried to escape. It was hopeless. The two men lifted and carried me down the side street. After carrying me perhaps two blocks, they stopped and wrapped velcro straps around my ankles, my thighs, and my arms. I was then tossed roughly into the trunk of a car and the lid slammed shut. A moment later, the car began to move. We drove for perhaps 10 minutes before stopping. I was taken out of the car and carried into a building.

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The erotic, hot fantasy already had my pussy dripping. My clitoris was hard and throbbing. I was very close to my first orgasm, and the really hot part of my fantasy was yet to come. I could no longer resist using my dildo. Lying back on the bed, I spread my legs and worked the plastic cock into my vagina. It contracted instantly around the shaft. I pumped it once... twice... my clit began to pulse. I was so close.

"AAAHHHH GOD!" I hissed as the dildo began to sink into my wet cunt.

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Once inside the building, several men removed the velcro straps from around my body, and pulled the burlap bag off my head. With one powerful man holding my arms and shoulders and another holding my legs, I could hardly move. As soon as the burlap bag was removed, a third man placed a black blindfold over my eyes. When the blindfold had been tightly secured around my head, he ordered gruffly, "Ouvrez votre bouche, Salope."

"What?" I moaned not understanding the French.

"He said, 'Open your mouth, Slut'."

"No!" I screamed. "I will do no such thing!"

Immediately, two of the men forced me to bend over at the waist. Another jerked my dress up to my waist and someone else pulled down my panties. I struggled to keep my legs pressed together so they wouldn't see my pussy. I heard the whistling sound of the belt slicing through the air a moment before I felt its painful sting on my naked ass.

sssss------- WHACK!!

"GGGHHAAA! OOOHHHHH GOD! DON'T ... PLEASE DON'T!"

sssss------- WHACK!!

"UUGGHH! NOOOOOOOOO!! GGHHAAA! HURTS! IT HURTS! PLEASE STOP!!"

sssss------- WHACK!! sssss------- WHACK!! sssss------- WHACK!!"

"OH MY GOD... I CAN'T STAND IT... STOP! STOP! STOP! I'LL OPEN MY MOUTH... I'LL OPEN IT... PLEASE STOP!" I screamed as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Ouvrez votre bouche, Salope."

This time, I stretched my mouth as wide as I could. An instant later, a ball gag was inserted deep into my mouth and the strap tightened until the ball was pulled deep inside mashing my tongue flat and making it impossible for me to swallow. With the gag in place, all I could do with my saliva was let it run out the corners of my mouth and drip from my chin.

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"Ohhh god... they're going to fuck me... torture me.... rape me... all of them... How many men are here? How many cocks will sink into me," I hissed aloud as I frantically fucked myself with the dildo. My first orgasm was explosive. It sent my clitoris and vagina into hard, spastic contractions knotting the muscles of my belly and causing my buttocks to clench and release... clench and release... so that my anus opened and closed right along with my vagina. The fantasy had me so hot, I continued to thrust the dildo into my hot hole without even a small pause.

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Of course, I was stripped completely except for my heels. Once they had me naked, I was lowered onto some type of smooth table on my back.

"Pull her legs apart so we can see her cunt," I heard a boy's voice yelling. The high pitch of the voice let me know that he was no more than a young teenager.

"Yeah. Do it," came another boy's voice. "We all want to see her cunt."

The boys were speaking English, with a French accent, of course, so I would know what they were saying.

"Can we fuck her too?" another boy asked.

"Of course. That's why all of you are here. To find out how to fuck American sluts and make them cum. You will watch us and then do what we do."

By this time, my arms had been bound to the opposite corners of the table at the top while my ankles were similarly bound to the bottom corners. I was spread-eagled. I could feel the cool air on my naked pussy and breasts and knew all the men were gazing at my nude body. I wondered how many of the young boys were jacking off as they stared into my vagina.

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My ass arched high off the bed as a second orgasm surged through my pussy and clit. I couldn't resist thrusting two fingers into my ass, which intensified my orgasm still further.

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Suddenly, I felt a huge cock rubbing over the side of my face. The head of the man's dick was resting on my chin. The thick shaft was against my cheek and temple. The rest of it was behind me. If felt like it had to be 10 to 12 inches in length. "God," I thought," I can't take that. It'll tear me apart." My body shuddered.

The cock seemed huge beyond belief. The electric vibrator being thrust agianst my clit was about to make me cum.

My sudders chanaged quickly to howls of pleasure when the knob of a powerful vibrator was pressed against my clit. My hips surged upwards as far as the bindings on my ankles and wrists would permit. The vibrating ball slid lower and pushed into my vagina. Once inside my opening, it worked my clit, my G-spot, and my pussy. I came within a minute... grunting and shrieking around my ball gag. My hips now pounded up and down on the table... thrusting frantically against the vibrator as if I were being fucked.

Several of the boys screamed, "Look... look at her cunt throb around the vibrator. Oh Wow! Do it to her harder, Jacque. Make the hot bitch cum.!"

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My ass was hunching as wildly on my bed as I was hunching on the table in my fantasy. I shoved a thicker dildo into my vagina and pressed the ball of the powerful vibrator against my clitoris. It only took a minute or two before my pussy exploded in my third orgasm.

My vagina slammed shut as the orgasm erupted.
Juices squirted out of my pussy as I climaxed with hard, repeated spasms.

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Some man was rubbing his cock over my face at the same time as the vibrator was being continuously thrust and rotated against my pussy and clitoris. I was about to reach another screaming orgasm when I heard a voice say, "Allright, Leonard, it's your turn to work the vibrator against the slut's cunt. Be certain to press it hard against her clit. Don't worry if she screams. Just work it on her clit until her hole begins to throb and contract. Then let one of the other boys have a turn."

"UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH!" I grunted as the vibrator's ball was thrust inside my vulva.

Over the next 30 minutes, four or five of the boys made me cum on the vibrator. Then, the fucking started. One-by-one all the men mounted me. Some had huge cocks. I thought the biggest was the man who had held his dick against my face earlier. Every man used my cunt or my ass hole until he ejaculated inside me. Of course, none of them wore condoms. My body shook even harder when I realized that my pussy was unprotected, and it was the most fertile time of the month for me.

One-by-one, the men all fucked me. Then the boys took their turns.

When the men finished, they turned me over to the boys. "Get your cocks into her cunt as deep as possible and keep pressing it against her clitoris as you fuck her. She will cum continuously... and of course, when you cum, be sure to shoot all of the load into her cunt hole, not her ass."

"Why?" I heard one of the boys ask.

Because we want to knock her up, and she won't get pregnant unless you cum inside her cunt. Understand?"

I kept count. Unless some of the boys were using me twice, there were seven of them. They all made me cum and they all shot their loads into my pussy, as ordered.

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My body was now thrashing wildly on my bed. The vibrator was getting me off repeatedly. The bedsheets were drenched with juices that had shot out of my erupting vagina. Finally, I could take no more of the vibrator. It was just too intense. But, I still wanted to cum one more time. After selecting my largest dildo, I lay back on the bed, raised my knees, and slowly, erotically pumped the huge shaft back and forth until I came again. Afterwards, I rolled onto my side and fell asleep with the dildo still lodged deep inside my pussy.

After slowly fucking myself with the thick dildo for ten minutes, I had one final, intense climax.

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Gloria Helps Out:

By the time I had changed all the bed linens, taken a shower, done my makeup, and gotten dressed, it was already 10:30 AM. Greg had left for work at 7:45 AM, and I had practically run to the bedroom to start fantasizing and getting off on my dildos and vibrator. It must have been 9:30 or so before I finished.

"Jezz! I fucked myself for an hour and a half and had eight or nine orgasms. If this keeps up, I'll soon be spending all morning in bed with a dildo up my pussy and a vibrator on my clit. I guess I have to admit that the bondage/forced sex fantasy really gets me off," I said aloud with a grin.

I was reading a book in our den and considering what I was going to do for lunch when the phone rang. It was Gloria Stevens, who was probably my best friend in spite of the fact that Greg didn't like her.

"Hi, Amber. It's Gloria."

"I know who it is, Gloria. I'd recognize your voice anywhere. What's up?"

"Just calling to see if you'd like to go to the Olive Garden for one of their salads or whatever for lunch. We can chat. Well, what I really mean is we can gossip."

"Sounds like fun. What time?"

"If we get there at 11:45, we'll beat the noon time rush. Ok?"

"Sounds like a plan."

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Gloria was waiting for me when I entered the restaurant. As usual, she was dressed to attract attention... male attention. Although she was married, she frequently enjoyed the attentions of other men. I knew it, but very few, if any, others did. I thought that Greg suspected that Gloria cheated on Harold, which was probably the reason he didn't like her... men always stick together on matters of cheating wives.

Today was no exception. Gloria was wearing a red jacket with only the bottom three buttons fastened with a red T-shirt underneath, her only concession to modesty. Even so, a couple of inches of her breasts and some cleavage were on display. The jacket was belted tightly around her waist with a sexy broad, black belt with a wide, dangling sash. The matching black skirt fit tightly around her ass with a hemline five inches above her knees. She wore no stockings. Her four-inch heels along with the generous expanse of leg she was showing drew every man's attention.

Gloria looked hot and available.

Since I knew that Gloria would wear something to attract male attention, I had decided to give her a little competition. I wasn't getting much attention from Greg so I figured my female ego could use a boost. My outfit wasn't as elegant as Gloria's, but I was certain that at least some of the men were going to appreciate it.

The dress I wore had a hemline about the same as Gloria's skirt and the neckline exposed about the same amount of cleavage, but it left my shoulders almost bare except for two narrow shoulder straps. I also wore four-inch heels, but I thought my dark thigh-high stockings gave me a slight edge.

I also looked hot. I wondered if I were also available.

When I walked into the Olive Garden's lobby, Gloria rose to greet me. "Wow, Honey. You came dressed for the kill in that outfit."

"Look who's talking," I said grinning at her.

She grinned back. "Ok. Come on. Let's head to our table and see how many male heads we can turn."

As it turned out, we turned almost every one of them. Since every guy was checking us both out... our breasts, legs, thighs, and asses, we considered the competition a tie.

When we were seated in a small alcove off the to the side of the main dining area, Gloria said, "I think the sexy, dark-haired guy sitting by himself about four tables away in the next room is someone I'd like to spend some quality time with this afternoon."

"Yeah. He is sexy. I could use some of that right now."

"What? Are you kidding? Mrs. Amber Ralston, the most conservative, faithful wife in the state, is actually lusting after a sexy guy's body?"

"Well, that's what happens when your husband is screwing you only once a month or so. And when he can't stay hard when he does decide to give it to me, it gets much, much worse."

"Sounds like you need to stop by an adult video store and get yourself a big dildo and a good vibrator, Honey."

I just laughed. When Gloria asked what was so damn funny, I said, "I've already got three big dildos and a powerful electric vibrator. I spent an hour and a half in bed this morning after Greg left for work using all of them while I fantasized about being kidnapped by a group of men in Paris, being tied up spread-eagled on a table, vibrated to a dozen orgasms and fucked by seven men and their male children. I had about 10 orgasms, but all that doesn't take the place of a big, hard cock up my pussy."

The waiter arrived about that time and spent more time staring down our cleavages than he spent in taking our orders. When he left, Gloria leaned over and whispered, "Did you see his bulge, Amber? You got him hard... really hard. You need to ask him when his shift is over and spend a couple of hours in a motel with him."

"I couldn't... I just couldn't. I've never cheated on Greg."

"But he's never had you on a diet of once or twice a month sex either, has he? You really need to get laid, Honey. You need to get laid big time."

"I know. I know. I'm checking out every guy's package when I pass them on the street. I saw that I had gotten the waiter hard."

"Did it get your pussy wet?"

"Gloria, my pussy was a swamp when I got here. After that young stud got hard a foot away from my face, I could smell my own cunt, I got so hot."

"Cunt? You're calling it your cunt how? Wow! You are in a bad way, Amber. I don't think I've ever heard you use that sexy word before."

"I haven't, but now that's they only way I think about it. A pussy that is constantly wet and throbbing doesn't really qualify as a pussy. It's just a hot cunt."

Gloria nodded and was silent for a few minutes. "Listen, Amber," she finally said, "Harold has to go on a two-day business trip to a convention starting tomorrow around noon. You're going to tell Greg that you and I are going to have a girl's night out... have dinner... go to a movie... and then come back to my place for a late-night snack and some more drinks. Tell him you'll be home sometime after midnight and not to wait up. Understand?"

"I don't think I could manage to go bar hopping with you Gloria and try to pick up a guy. I just can't bring myself to do that."

"You won't have to. Actually, you're going to come over around 7 PM. We're not going to leave my house at all. We're just going to have a good time at home... chat, watch a hot porn video... whatever."

"I don't know, Gloria. I hate leaving Greg alone in the evening."

"Quiet. No more of that. You're coming over at 7 PM or I'm coming to your house to get you. Now, it's settled. Be at my place at 7 PM. Understand?"

I grinned and nodded my head. My pussy was wetter than ever now from thinking about spending an evening sex chatting and watching porn with Gloria. Suddenly, Gloria interrupted my thoughts. "Listen, why don't we make that waiter's day. Pull one of your straps off your shoulder and lower your dress so he can see more of those gorgeous tits of yours."

"I can't do that! I.."

"Do it, Amber, or I'll pull your dress down myself and a lot more than you will. Hurry. Do it! I see him coming with the salad."

Quickly, I pulled the dress straps off my shoulders and down my arms just a little. That allowed me to pull the bodice of the dress down to the point that about half of my breasts were exposed. When the young waiter reached our table, he almost dropped the salads on the floor. All the time he was placing the food on the table, he couldn't take his eyes off my tits.

My face was flushed red, both from excitement and embarrassment. I could feel the liquid heat seeping into my panties. Then, Gloria poured more gasoline on my fire. "You like her tits, John?"

"Oh god, yes. Love them."

"Want to see more? Like all of them?"

"Can I?"

"Sure, but it's in place of your tip. Which is it going to be? Amber's big tits or your 15% tip?"

Without hesitation or much thought, John whispered, "Her tits. Please."

"You heard the man, Amber. We can save the tip. Just let him see those big boobs of yours so we can eat our lunch in peace."

After checking and finding out that none of the other customers were in position to see us, I pulled the straps off my shoulder and lowered the dress. John stared at my bra-covered breasts from two feet away. As he watched, I slowly pulled the bra cups off my tits and let him see them totally naked. His hand clutched his cock through his pants, and, as he stared at my fully exposed chest, he began stroking his cock.

I couldn't believe I had my tits out in public, but I was even more surprised at how hot it was getting me. If John had taken out his cock, I would have sucked it.

"That's enough, John. Take that to the men's room and finish. We're hungry and want to eat."

He nodded and quickly made his exit with his now rigid erection tenting his pants. "He'll be in the men's room in 30 seconds jacking off," Gloria whispered with a giggle.

After I had covered myself, I hissed, "I feel like I want to go to the ladies room and do exactly what John is doing in the men's room... just with a little different technique."

"No way! No more getting yourself off until after tomorrow night. Understand? I want you over at my house boiling hot and climbing the walls. I'll never forgive you if you use your vibrator or dildos. Now if Greg wants a piece of ass, that's different, but no masturbation!"

"Yes, Mistress. I promise not to play with myself until after tomorrow night."

We both laughed, but secretly, I was so wildly excited right now, I really didn't know if I would be able to stand the pressure."

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That night, Greg made no mention of his promise made that morning the we would spend the evening making love. Having no desire to create even more stress between us as well as humiliate my husband further, I didn't bring up the subject.

After watching a show on TV, I casually mentioned that Gloria had invited me over to her house for a hen party the next evening while Harold is out of town. "I'm supposed to be there by 7 PM. So how about an earlier dinner... say around 6 PM. Will that work for you?"

"Sure. No problem," my husband responded quickly. I got even more demoralized about my situation when I realized that he was happy that I was going over to Gloria's. With me gone, there would be no pressure on him to have sex.

"Great! Thank you, Honey. Oh, by the way, Gloria said that the party might last until midnight, and she would like for me to help her clean up the place before Harold comes home from his trip. It might be one or two AM before I get home. If you need me, just call me at Gloria's. Is that all right with you?"

"No problem. Is it a girl's only party?"

"Yep. Sorry, Honey, but you're not invited. If want to get up a poker game or something here at the house or go out with one of your friends just let me know so I won't worry."

"That's a good idea. I might just call up a few of the guys and see if they're up for a game of small-stakes poker. You sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not. I'll be having fun at the party at Gloria's. There's no reason you shouldn't have some fun at a party here or where ever."

Before we turned in for the night, Greg had called seven of his friends and six had accepted his invitation to come over at 8 PM tomorrow night for a poker game. Although he had lowered his voice, I still heard him suggest that Marvin bring over some porn videos to watch. Since that's what Gloria and I would probably doing at her house, I really wasn't well placed to object. Frankly, I was glad Greg was going to watch some porn. There was always a chance it would excite him enough to want to take me to bed.

We turned in for the night around 11 PM. My husband made no effort to either make love to me or fuck me.

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Just before dinner the next evening, Gloria called. "Hi, Amber. Just called to tell you that I'm going to wear my black sheathe dress, thigh-high hose, my black and silver four-inch heels, and sexy pair of black panties tonight. You can wear what you like, of course, but I didn't want to spring any surprises on you. Ok?"

"Have you changed your mind about us going out? Sounds like you're going to be dressed to thrill."

"No. Not at all. We're won't be going out, but we're probably going to be watching some hot porn videos and exchanging some really juicy gossip. I always feel a lot sexier when I'm dressed to thrill, as you put it. I just thought it would add a little something extra to our evening."

"Ok. It seems silly, but it's your party. I doubt that I find anything as hot as that black sheathe of yours, but I'll find something."

"Why don't you wear that cream-colored, off-the-shoulder dress? That really shows off those big tits of yours. And I seem to remember you bought a pair of wicked white shoes with five-inch stiletto heels. They make your legs look fabulous."

I laughed. "You really want me to go all out, don't you. Ok. If that's what you want, you've got it. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Wear that matching black purple thong and bra set you bought when we went to Victoria's Secret a few months ago. See you at 7 PM."

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When I was leaving the house, I wondered what my husband was going to say when he saw me dressed like a sexy call girl. I was hoping that he would insist on taking me to bed before I left, but no such luck. He just told me to have fun and that he wouldn't wait up for me since I was going to be so late. When I walked out my front door, I was frustrated, somewhat angry, and horny all at the same time.

When I got to Gloria's, there were snacks, wine, liquor, and ice spread out all over the dining room table. The high-fidelity stereo system was playing soft mood music, and the lights were either off or turned low all over the house. I also notice that red night lights lined the hallways. Gloria was wearing exactly the outfit she said she was going to wear, and she did look deliciously hot.

"Ok, you sexy witch," I began, "what's going on?"

"Look who's calling me a sexy witch. You look fantastic in that dress. Are you wearing the black and purple thong and bra like I suggested? And those five-inch heels are just screaming "fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

Gloria and Amber both looked hot and more than ready.

"I'm wearing the thong and bra. So, what's going on?"

"Just a party. I've laid out some snacks and finger food, some wine, and few things stronger if you want it. I want the evening to be a sexy, sensuous delight, so I've turned down all the lights and have some appropriate mood music playing. What's the problem?"

"Nothing I guess, but there's no way we can possibly eat all that food."

"So? I went a little overboard. Didn't realize how much I was making until I had it all on the table. Then, it was too late, of course. We'll just eat what we want and forget the rest."

"I need to hit the bathroom before you fill me in on the plans for this evening."

"You know where it is."

I walked down the hallway that was now lined with the red night lights at intervals along the baseboards. I had to admit the effect was sexy... in fact, it was more than just sexy, it was positively erotic.

To get to the bathroom, I had to pass the two guest bedrooms and with the doors wide open, I could see inside. Both bedrooms were dimly lighted like the rest of the house, perhaps even more so. But that wasn't what really grabbed my attention. The beds had been stripped of bed spreads, blankets, pillow cases, and sheets. Each bed was now covered with a single, dark red nylon sheet. The pillows were encased in matching pillow cases.

After using the facilities, I went into one of the guest bedrooms. The connecting bath had several fresh towels and wash cloths laid out and ready. On one of the night tables beside the bed, I saw a large bottle of Astroglide, a fresh tube of KY jelly, and a large box of condoms. On the other night table, there were two dildos a tubular battery powered vibrator, and a much larger electric vibrator with a large plastic ball on the business end. It was almost a duplicate of the one in my dresser drawer. Going across the hall to the other guest bedroom, I found the same thing. The only difference was that the nylon sheet was a slightly lighter, red color.

Gloria was grinning at me when I got back to the den. "Well, it looks to me like you have every thing set up for an orgy. But you've forgotten one important item," I commented.

"I have?? I don't think so. What is it?"

"Men. If your idea is that you and I are going to have sex tonight, then we only need one bed."

"Do you like girl-girl sex, Amber. I didn't know you were into that."

"I've never done it, but I've been thinking about it today. It wouldn't be as good as a man with a really big, hard cock, but it would be a lot better than masturbating alone, which is all I've been doing for weeks. Are you interested in getting it on with me?"

"Oh absolutely! I've fantasized about going down your pussy and clit for a long time. Just never had the nerve to suggest it before. But not tonight. We'll save that for another time."

"Why?"

"Because I've lied. You need a man... more to the point you need more than one man. So, I've invited two of the hottest studs I know to join us for the evening. They'll be here about 8 PM."

"I've never cheated on Greg. I don't think I can do that."

"You don't have to. 'No' still means 'No'. The guys understand that. Just enjoy their company, but say no when they hit on you. Let me tell you about them before they arrive.

"I'm all ears."

"No. Not so. The way Greg has been neglecting you for months, you're mainly all tits, pussy, ass, and clit. The other parts won't be that important tonight. Anyway, the two guys are Maurice Lambert and Todd Davidson. They're both in their late 20s with nice, trim bodies. They both have very nicely developed muscles from hitting the gym regularly. I wouldn't they were handsome in the Hollywood sense, but they have rugged, masculine faces and both ooze virility. Maurice is divorced, Todd is single, and they both know every button to push to make a woman beg for more and more. Their staying power and stamina is really amazing. If you're interested, you can count on either one of them banging you five times tonight.

"Are they big?"

"They're both big enough to really turn you on and to reach all the places you hope that they can reach. Maurice is about eight to eight and a half inches when fully hard. Todd is bigger, maybe a little more than 9 inches.

"Guys like that must have girlfriends. How did you manage to get them to join us tonight?"

"Simple. I showed them a picture of you in the string bikini you wore in our pool last summer. I also told them that you're married... men love fucking married women, or didn't you know that, Honey? Finally, I told that you had never had any man other than your husband for the last 15 years and that he hasn't been taking care of your needs."

"You didn't! Tell me you didn't tell them that!"

"Sorry. I did. I also told them you've been going crazy and masturbating every day for over an hour and it's not helping."

"Oh my god... oh my god. I think I should leave before they get here."

"That's up to you, Amber. They're going to be here in about five minutes. There's the front door. You can either stay and have a fantastic evening or you can run away. It's up to you."

"You certainly don't make it easy for me, Gloria. No matter what I do, I look bad. If I leave, I look like a scared, high school girl. If I stay, I look like a horny slut."

"That's very true, Amber. So, since you're going to look bad with either decision, you may as well stay and have fun rather than go home and end up wishing you were here."

Naturally, I decided to stay. It was another 10 minutes rather just five before Maurice and Todd arrived. My pussy was so wet and eager that it seemed like an hour to me.

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As soon as the two men entered the house and saw us waiting for them, their faces lit up with a mixture of surprise, pleasure, and lust. Gloria quickly introduced everyone, but I really didn't think either of the men were listening. They already knew every thing about us that wanted to know... we were two, good-looking, sexy, and very horny women.

As Maurice stared at me, I took a seat on the arm of the couch and crossed my legs. My short dress rode up my thighs, and Maurice's eyes locked onto my exposed thigh. I could see his pants beginning to tent. I felt the floodgates between my thighs opening. Except for the young waiter at the Olive Garden, it had been over a month since I had seen a man getting hard because he wanted me. Lust was written all over Maurice's face. I wondered if he could see the desire all over mine.

With Maurice's eyes exploring my thigh, I had a near overwhelming urge to spread my legs for him.

While Maurice's eyes explored up and down my body, Todd was just as busy checking out Gloria's cleavage and her legs in their sexy mesh stockings. Her expression reflected pure female pleasure and excitement.

"Well, I must say the two of you look awesome in those dresses... just unbelievably sexy. What do you think, Todd?" Maurice asked.

"Hot as fire... maybe hotter," Todd responded never taking his eyes off Gloria.

"Do you think either of them is wearing panties under those dresses?"

"I doubt it," Todd said while still leering at Gloria.

"Really. I would guess that they're both wearing thongs... which is close to nothing, of course. Tell you what, Todd. I'll bet you $5 that Gloria's wearing a thong and another $5 bet that Amber is too. Are you willing to back your opinion with some coin of the realm?"

"Absolutely. It's a bet." Turning to Gloria, Todd said, "Come on, Gloria. Sit down and open your legs so I can win my bet. I need the money."

Sitting down, Gloria grinned and whispered, "Sorry, Honey. You lose." Her legs opened slightly, but enough that I could see the dark strip of her thong covering her pussy.

"Wait a minute! I can't tell if that dark patch between your thighs is a thong or a nice full bush."

"I'm shaved, Honey. No bush."

"There's a lot of money at stake here. I need proof. Spread wider, Gloria."

She spread her legs far apart giving all of us a clear view of her black thong that pressed snuggly against her pussy.

With both men kneeling in front of Gloria and staring between her thighs at the crotch of her thong, it was obvious that Todd had lost.

"Ok. I guess, you win, Maurice. Shit!" Todd took a $5 bill from his wallet and handed it to Maurice.

Turning to face me, he exclaimed, "I'm on a roll here, Amber. Open up so I can win another $5 of this poor guy's money.

Looking over at Todd, I said, "I hope you have another $5 in that Wallet, Honey. But I promise to make it up to you before the evening is over." Spreading my legs wide, I let the men see my thong-covered cunt."

"Hot damn! That's another $5 you owe me, Todd."

"Just a moment. Are you sure that's a thong, Maurice, and not her bush. I think we should get closer and do an inspection, just to be sure."

Looking at me, Maurice said, "Amber?"

"Be my guest," I grinned and spread even wider as I arched my ass. Both men knelt right in front of me, their eyes no more than six inches away from my pussy. I could even feel the warmth of their breath against me.

Obviously, Todd had lost another $5, but I suspected that he didn't care.

"Enough of this betting," Gloria announced. "You've been to my home before, Maurice. Why we all have a drink and then you can show Amber around." We all agreed, and everyone had a glass of wine. Actually, I finished one glass quickly and poured another to steady my nerves. I hadn't had sex with a man other than my husband for almost 16 years. I needed the second glass of wine.

Maurice led me into the living room and spent a moment pointing out all the excellent original oil paintings on the walls. As he discussed one of the paintings, he was behind me pressing his body close to mine. I could easily feel the hard, erect, and throbbing shaft of his dick slotting into the crease of my ass. Slowly, he moved his dick up and down my ass cleft as his hand moved around to the front of my dress and captured one of my tits.

"MMMmmmmm," I cooed. "That feels so erotic."

"You like that?"

"Of course I like it. It's been so long. OOoohhh!" My sudden gasp was the result of Maurice's hand moving inside the top of my dress.

In moments, Maurice's hand covered one of my naked breasts.

With one of Maurice's hands on my breast and his cock grinding into my ass crack, I was rapidly losing control. What control I did have left slipped even further when Maurice whispered in my ear, "Feel me, Amber. Feel my cock. Feel how hard it is for you."

Two months before, I would have whirled around and slapped him and then perhaps even called the police to file charges for assault. But that was two months ago when I was still getting sex from Greg. This was tonight when I wasn't. Eagerly, I reached back to feel his hard penis inside his pants.

"OOohhhh... My god! Oh, Yes! It's so hard and so hot!" I hissed with pleasure when instead of feeling his penis inside his pants, my hand encountered a hard, naked, and throbbing cock sticking out of his fly. "Mmmm... it feels like a live, powerful snake in my hand."

Turning around so I could see it, I moaned, "Oh, Honey. It's just gorgeous. Big.. Hard... Ready... oohhhh yess!"

With eight inches of male shaft in my hand, my clit was beginning to pulse.

"I want to fuck you with it, Amber... in every one of your holes."

"AAaaahhh! Yes. It's been so damn long. I need it! I want to suck it. Can I?"

"Now that's an offer I can't refuse!"

Maurice moved over to a couch, sat down, and pointed at his eight-plus inch prick, which was now standing rigidly erect and nearly straight up. He grinned, pointed at his shaft, and said, "Think you can suck all of this, Amber?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm certainly going to try."

I started to kneel between Maurice's legs, but he stopped me. "Not that way, Amber. Stand between my legs, bend over at the waist, spread your feet wide apart, and suck it, Honey."

"Whatever you say, Maurice. I just want that big cock in my mouth."

Bending over and spreading my feet apart, I lowered my mouth over Maurice's waiting cock. Barely a third of his shaft was in my mouth when he began to moan. He pushed in more of his thick shaft forcing me to take the head down my throat.

While I sucked Maurice's cock, I kept thinking how hot it would be if Todd took advantage of my position to fuck me from behind.

"Oh yeah, Amber. Love the way you take dick down your throat."

Grunting with pleasure, Maurice thrust his hips upward while pulling my head down. Even more of the massive shaft filled my throat. Still there were two inches left outside. Once again, he drove his hips upward pushing the last two inches into my mouth and throat. My lips were now locked around the very base of his thick cock. I could hear myself making gurgling noises when Maurice began fucking my throat.

From behind me, I heard Gloria shouting encouragement to Maurice. "Give it to her, Maurice. Make the hot slut suck all of it... all the way to your balls."

"She's is taking all of it, Gloria. All the way to my balls. She's fantastic. It feels like I've got my cock in a suction pump. Ooohhhh fuck yes! Suck it, Amber! Have you got all of your dick up her cunt, Todd?"

"Not yet. About three more inches still to go," he responded.

That question and Todd's answer made me turn so I could see them in the doorway watching Maurice fucking my mouth. Todd had Gloria's thong off, her tits out, and was holding her left leg in the crook of his arm to open up her pussy for his cock. She was balancing herself with one hand on the wall as Todd nailed her. Most of his shaft was entering her, but not all. Nevertheless, Gloria was hissing with pleasure every time she took the six inches that were plunging rapidly in and out of her vagina.

Watching Todd fucking Gloria as they watched me sucking Maurice had my pussy on fire.

Frantically, I began jerking my mouth up and down the throbbing shaft. My mouth was so fully plugged that I was having to breathe through my nose and wasn't getting enough oxygen that way. I began to gasp. Maurice quickly pulled my head up until his cock slipped out of my mouth. My lungs heaved to suck in gasps of air.

"Let me get on the couch with you, Honey. I can suck you much better like that."

"Yeah. Do it! Just get my dick back inside that hot suck hole, Honey."

Once bent over his lap, Maurice thrust his thick shaft back into my mouth.

Bent over his lap, I again took his cock back into my mouth and throat. He was so damn thick! My lips were being stretched grotesquely as I pushed down on it. Gradually, I took all eight-plus inches of man meat into my mouth and throat. I couldn't keep from gagging and occasionally choking, but I was taking all of his dick on every stroke. Again and again, my lips kissed his groin... again and again, Maurice moaned with hot masculine pleasure.

Abruptly, Maurice stood while keeping his entire length buried in my mouth and throat. "Kneel in front of me, Amber," he ordered. I scrambled onto my knees as he began thrust in and out of my mouth again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Gloria was now kneeling in front Todd sucking his dick the same way I was doing for Maurice.

Both Maurice and Todd were about to cum.

"Suck me faster, Amber. I'm going to put a load in your mouth and belly."

"Me too," shouted Todd from the other side of the room. "Suck it, Gloria. Both of you are gonna take a big load at that same time."

I speeded up my movements bringing more grunts of pleasure from Maurice. My head would pull back and then drive forward... again and again, and each time his cock would slide out of my widely stretched mouth hole and then quickly disappear back inside.

As his orgasm approached, Maurice began fucking my mouth harder and faster. I could hear Gloria moaning as Todd did the same to her mouth.

"OH FUCK! HERE IT COMES!" Maurice screamed.

"OH HELL YES! I'M SHOOTING IT INTO HER NOW!" I heard Todd yell.

Maurice grabbed the back of my head and drove his cock so deeply down my throat that there was no need for me to swallow when he ejaculated with a roar. If he had shot his entire load with his cock all the way down my throat like that, I wouldn't have missed a single drop. But after shooting two thick streams of sperm-filled semen down my throat, he jerked his cock out of me yelling, "Open your mouth, Amber. WIDE! TAKE MY LOAD!" At almost the exact instant I got my mouth open, more thick cum jets fired inside. Some of the load missed and ran down my cheeks and off my chin.

Todd was yelling for Gloria to take his load. When I looked over, I saw that instead of shooting it down her throat and firing it into her open mouth, Todd had decided to cream her face. It was almost totally covered in his milky white cum.

Maurice aimed right at my open mouth and hit it dead center.

Todd's load almost completely covered Gloria face.

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After spending an hour being teased by and giving Maurice head added to the month I had been without any satisfying sex with Greg, it seemed like my entire body was a fiery pit of lust. When Maurice pulled my body close to his and crushed his lips against mine, I thought I would climax from nothing more than just his passionate kiss.

To his credit, Maurice realized this. "I think you're more than ready, Amber. Get on the couch.... on your back."

I was there in a flash. Kneeling at one end of the couch, Maurice positioned one of my legs up on the back of the couch and the other one far to the side with my heel on the floor. With my legs spread wide, my pussy was a hot, wet, target for him.

Maurice lowered his head towards my pussy, and an instant later, my eyes flew wide open as my vagina and clitoris began to throb in response to the tip of Maurice's tongue sliding slowly down the length of my slit. In moments, he was probing my hole, actually fucking it with his tongue.

My cunt contracted in hard spasms as Maurice's tongue plunged inside my hole and then moved upward to lick my clitoris.

The grunts and moans issuing from my lungs got louder and louder. Suddenly, my body tensed, my fists balled, and my head began moving slowly from side to side.

"Damn it Maurice," Gloria urged loudly, "stop toying with her and make the bitch cum!"

Maurice gave no indication that he had even heard Gloria's comment, but he did seem to step up a gear. His tongue began twisting and curling as it thrust inside my pussy and for long moments, he pressed his lips tightly against my labia. He now had my vagina contracting in rapid spasms. At the same time, my clitoris was swelling larger and protruding from his protective hood as it throbbed again and again. My knuckles whitened as I grasped the cushions of the couch. Over and over, Maurice's tongue lashed my clit stopping only briefly to again thrust into my vagina.

"Give it to her, Maurice. Suck her harder. The sexy slut is cumming. SHE'S CUMMING NOW!" Gloria howled.

The last swipe of his large tongue against my clitoris had pushed me over the edge and now my body was arching as I cried out my intense pleasure for everyone to hear. Even though my hole was erupting in continuous intense spasms, Maurice continued to lash my clitoris with his tongue. My first climax was just beginning to ease when once more my pussy and clit convulsed in another shuddering orgasm.

At nearly the same time, Gloria yelled, "Look at that. The hot slut is cumming again." That mixed with my voice when I screamed, "Oh god... I love it. Lick me, Stud. Lick me!! I love it!"

I was still exploding in my third intense orgasm when I heard Gloria begin to moan.. and then grunt. Todd still had her against the wall, but now he was kneeling with his head tilted backward to allow his tongue to sink into Gloria's pussy as she stood over him. I could see his head moving as he alternated between tongue fucking Gloria's ass and pussy and licking her engorged clitoris. Gloria's hips were now hunching wildly as Todd continued to lick her slit and slide his tongue over her near bursting clit.

It was now Gloria's turn to moan with pleasure as Todd's tongue fucked into her pussy and stroked her clit.

Abruptly, Maurice shoved my legs far back to the point that my knees were touching the couch on either side of my head. Automatically, my ass rose higher.

"Pull your ass cheeks apart, Amber, if you want my tongue in your ass."

"Oh god... I've never had anyone do that before." Even so, I couldn't wait to find out what it felt like. I had my hands on my buttocks pulling myself wide open for Maurice in seconds. When his tongue speared my asshole, a deep groan erupted from my lips.

"Ooooohhh my god... my god... lick meeeeeeee. I can't believe how hot that is. Lick meeeeeeee!" My hand thrust between my widely spread thighs onto my still engorged and pulsing clitoris. As Maurice tongue fucked my ass, my fingers were working their magic on my throbbing clitoris.

It was my first orgasm from oral anal sex.

"Don't stop... please... don't stop, Maurice. I'm about to cum... Ooohhhh fuck... I'm almost there... Ah! Ah! Ah! Yessssssssss... I'm cumming... oh my god. I'm cumming!!"

Maurice allowed my orgasm to run its course and then asked, "Are you ready to be fucked, Amber?"

"Oh god... I've never been more ready in my life. Please. Hurry. Fuck me now!"

Moving further down on the couch, and my legs opened again as I bent them and raised my knees to form a cradle to receive him. My entire body was shuddering with need and wild sexual heat. As my hot stud loomed over me with his iron-hard cock resting on my mound, I couldn't keep my ass still. Again and again, I hunched upward silently begging him to put it in me. I knew I would cum the instant it stretched me open.

Reaching down, Maurice positioned his cock head between the lips of my totally soaked and wide open vagina. He rubbed it up and down my sex trench without penetrating me. I moaned in frustration. "Oh you bastard. I need it so bad... Don't torture me. Please. Put it in!"

Leaning forward, he pushed my legs even further back until my heels were almost behind my head and I was bent almost double. The position made my opening a wide-open, totally defenseless target for his sex gun. "You put it in, Amber. Put my cock up you hot married cunt."

Calling it my "married cunt", made me cringe with shame. I was about to cheat on my husband for the first time, but there was no way I could possibly resist now. I had never been so hot for cock in my life. With no further thought of my husband, I grasped the throbbed shaft and aimed it at my wet opening. Working the big head up and down my slit until it was thoroughly lubricated, I pressed the head between my labia into my hot, needy hole.

The first cock in 16 years that wasn't my husband's spread my labia open and prepared to enter me.

Slowly, Maurice began to push forward entering my tight pussy one delicious, hot inch at a time. When two inches of cock were inside me, he stopped. The sensation was awesomely hot. The feel of his hard masculine flesh stretching my pussy open for the first time in weeks and weeks sent lightening bolts of hot pleasure through my pussy and up into my clit.

Maurice's cock fucked into me. I was cheating on my husband!

Automatically and uncontrollably, I lifted my ass off the couch and rammed upward to meet him. His cock raced into my cunt until his pubic bone and mine thudded together. I grunted with wild sexual pleasure as my body erupted in a powerful orgasm even before he began fucking me. When Maurice realized that I was already climaxing, his cock jerked and seemed to grow even larger inside my now erupting hole.

Maurice buried his cock up my cheating pussy. I loved it!

"AAAHHHHHHHHH!! OOHHHH GOD! THAT FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHH! OOOHHH! FUCK MEEEEEEEE... DAMN YOU! FUCK ME.

Maurice's cock began to throb when he felt my vagina spasming around his shaft. Again and again, my pussy contracted around his cock, squeezing it, holding it, sucking on it. Finally, he began stroking his dick gently in and out of me. More hot spasms of pleasure ripped through me. My fingers dug into his back piercing the skin. With his cock buried in my throbbing hole, he never noticed.

Maurice increased the pace. Once more, my vagina exploded in another climax. His masculine moans, sighs, and grunts grew louder. I was certain that he would soon flood my hole with his load. My estimate was too low by over twenty minutes.

I was elated when I realized how much control my hot stud had. The opening to my cunt was now being stretched more than my husband had ever stretched it. Maurice's big cock was moving the walls of my pussy aside, nudging and moving my cervix to make for room for his shaft. My vagina was now throbbing hard around his big cock.

It didn't seem possible that the wild slut I heard screaming, begging to be fucked harder and deeper, could possibly be me, but I knew it was. Sweat was pouring off our bodies after 20 minutes of intense coupling. Our mouths were locked together in a continuous kiss as Maurice increased the tempo still further. My back arched leaving only my shoulders touching the couch.

As he powered into me, my legs locked tightly about his hips, my heels resting on his ass... ankles locking and trying desperately to pull him even deeper into my erupting depths. Finally, Maurice had reached his limit after bringing me to five intense orgasms. His lips left mine as he raised his body on his arms. His body stiffened, then shuddered, as he growled, "Ooooohhhh fuck, Baby. I'm gonna shoot it in you. Here it comes!"

I felt his cock jerk... then throb as his ass muscles clenched... then clenched again even harder... again and again. With each contraction of his buttocks, a thick jet of sperm-filled cum rocketed into my swampy, squishing vagina.

We lay there, unmoving, for a long time. When Maurice finally pulled his cock from my cunt, a long glistening string of semen still connected us until it finally broke. I kept my legs wide open so he could see my vagina throbbing and then, a moment later, his thick, viscous load pouring out in a river of white semen.

Maurice's thick cum load poured out of my pussy in wide river of semen.

Maurice pulled me to my feet, and we walked into toward the hallway. Before we reached it, we both heard Gloria making high-pitched squeals of pleasure. Each of her squeals was punctuated with the hard thudding of Todd's body against hers. She was obviously being fucked again.

When we entered the hallway, we saw that Todd had my girlfriend mounted on a bookcase with one of her legs draped over his shoulder. The other leg was splayed far to the right opening up the entire expanse of her sex saddle allowing us a perfect view of the nine-inch cock pounding in and out of her cunt.

"Have you shot a load into her yet?" Maurice asked.

"Not... ugh.. ugh! ... yet! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Gonna shoot... ugh... Ugh! UGH! ... one it... Ugh! Ugh! NOW! CUMMING... SHOOTING IT IN!!"

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After a short rest and some refreshments, we switched partners. I was delighted to see Todd's cock was even bigger than Maurice's by about an inch. At nine-plus inches, it was going to be the biggest cock I had ever had in my pussy. I could hardly wait. I had to smile at that thought. Before tonight, I had been a faithful wife for 15 years. Now I was thinking that I couldn't wait to have a nine-inch cock rammed into my hot, eager pussy.

I was a little ashamed of my behavior but I was a lot more excited and turned on than ashamed. Being a hot, cheating slut had a lot of advantages, and being laid by these sexy studs with big cocks certainly was far better than spending and hour or two every morning using a big dildo and a vibrator.

Todd had me on a couch in the den making out. As we kissed, I stroked and jacked his huge dick while he pleasured my pussy with two fingers of one hand while squeezing and pulling my nipples with his other hand. When I squeezed the sensitive head of his cock between two fingers, he jerked back and grunted from the intensity of the situation. I squealed with pleasure and did it again.

With his fingers inside my pussy, Todd knew how to defend himself. A moment later, he was squeezing my swollen and ultra sensitive clit between his fingers causing me to shriek and try to pull away.

"What's the matter, Amber?" he said as he kissed me again. "Don't you like that? You were doing it to me. Thought you liked it."

"I'm sorry. Let me kiss it better." I leaned over and sucked his cock into my mouth. As my tongue coated the big head with my saliva, Todd groaned with masculine pleasure.

"Can you take all nine inches of cock down your throat, Amber?"

"I took all eight inches of Maurice's dick. One more inch shouldn't be a problem, Honey."

"Oh yeah. Do it. Suck all of it, you hot Bitch."

"Stand up and let me kneel in front of you, Honey. You can hold my head and fuck my mouth hole."

"Your mouth hole? Mmmmm... never heard a woman call her mouth a mouth hole before. That's hot."

"My mouth has never been fucked by two huge dicks in one evening before either... one eight inches... the other nine inches. When a woman's mouth is fucked like that, I think it becomes a mouth hole. Don't you?"

"Oh yeah! Absolutely." Todd stood up and pulled my face against his groin. "Open your mouth hole, Amber. I wanna fuck it!"

For the next five minutes, that's exactly what he did. Every thrust had his balls slapping against my chin. I thought he was going to cum, but Todd had other plans."

I hardly gagged at all when Todd pushed all nine inches down my throat.

"Lie down on the floor, Honey. On your back. Open wide so I can fuck straight down into your mouth hole and your throat until my ball sack is resting on your chin." Todd mouth fucked me for almost five minutes in that position before he pulled out.

Every single millimeter of his cock was buried in my throat. The position really did allow Todd to mouth fuck me with the same force as he would use if he were inside my pussy.

"Don't you want to cum in my mouth, Honey? It's ok. I love to suck a guy and have him shoot off."

"Later. Right now, I want to shoot my load up your hot ass."

"Oh god. You're so big. I don't think I can possibly take you in my ass."

"You'll be amazed how easily you'll take me, Amber. And even more amazed by how hard it makes you cum. Bend over on the floor with your ass straight up in the air."

As I followed his orders, I had never felt so slutty and exposed in my life. I was sticking my ass up in the air for a man I had just met this evening to fuck it. Although Greg and I had tried anal sex, we had never done it with me in such an obscene position. Todd was looking straight down at my ass and I was holding it open for him to use. I felt like a total slut. I also loved the feeling.

Todd rubbed my buttocks and then caressed my anus. Finally, he leaned over and kissed both of my cheeks. His next kiss was right on my anus. He licked it. I shuddered with the feeling and wickedness of it. Then, I felt his tongue sliding into my rectum. God! My pussy was throbbing from the exotic feelings that was producing. His tongue pushed in deeper, wetting me... stroking me. His fingers sought out my clitoris and rubbed it as his tongue swirled around my ass. With no warning, I came in hard spasms.

"OOOOohhhhhhhhh... my god!" I wailed again and again as my vagina and ass clenched and opened repeatedly.

When my climax had ebbed, Todd applied a generous amount of the KY jelly to his thick shaft and used the bottle of Astroglide to lubricate my colon my simply inserting the next of the bottle and squeezing.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes, but go slow. I'm really nervous."

"We'll do it at your pace. First, just my cock head and maybe a half inch."

I automatically flinched when he rubbed his cock head against my anus. He pushed. I grunted with a little discomfort. It didn't penetrate me. He pushed again with the same result. Rubbing his cock through the astroglide seeping out of my colon, he used his hand to work the head around and around my anus... then he centered it... paused ... and pressed it in. My sphincter relented and the head plus one inch of cock popped into me.

Just the first inch of his dick had me roaring toward a climax.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh... yessss!" I hissed.

"Does it hurt? Are you Ok?"

"Oh yes. It makes me feel full. Push in more."

Todd's hips pulled back and then pressed into me again. Three inches of his cock entered. I sighed with the exotic feeling. Now, it just seemed like the muscles of my rectum sucked his cock into me. "Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck my ass."

Todd went into me slowly, but now with determination to get all of his dick inside my ass. In three or four strokes he buried to his balls and I felt his pubic hair against my ass cheeks. Once he was in, the fucking started... deep, full strokes in and out of my asshole. Automatically, my hand reached between my thighs and began stroking my clit. I had never felt so full of cock in my life. The feeling was marvelous. I not only knew that I was going to cum... I knew that I was going to cum several times.

With all of Todd's nine inches inside me, I knew I was going to have multiple, hard orgasms.

The first climax was sensational. My whole body erupted. I smashed my ass against his thrusting cock to take him as deeply as possible. Scream after scream erupted from my mouth as my clitoris went into hard spastic contractions. Again and again, my rectum clamped down on his cock.

After my fourth climax, Todd couldn't take any more of my sucking, tight ass around his cock without ejaculating. He grabbed my hips to hold me steady, pressed his cock deep inside my hole, shuddered... once... twice... three times ... and filled me with a thick load of his hot cream.

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We had been lying cuddled up together on the bed for perhaps 10 minutes, breathing deeply, and kissing each other. Todd was caressing my clitoris lightly causing my hips to undulate on the bed, and I was slowly jacking him off. He was only semi-hard, but I knew it wouldn't take much longer until he was ready to take me again.

After not being able to seduce my husband to fuck me at all for weeks, the fact that I could get this hot stud hard again after he already put two cum loads into Gloria and third into me was an enormous boost to my ego. I loved it. In gratitude, I raised up over Todd and kissed him with hot passion and tongue for over a minute. When I removed my lips from his, I whispered in his ear, "Thank you."

"What for?" he said confused.

"For getting hard again so quickly. That does marvels for my ego and self esteem... not to mention what it's going to do for my pussy when you put that big cock into me again." Again I kissed him. When I broke the second kiss, I leaned close and said softly, "You can fuck me anytime, Todd, when my husband's not around." That got him rock hard instantly!

At that moment, we heard Gloria wailing and screaming in the other bedroom. "What's happening?" I asked concerned.

"Maurice is ass fucking her."

"But it sounds like it's really hurting her?"

"It's not hurting her. It's making her cum again and again and again... just continuously. He's ramming her ass like a jack hammer. Come on. Let's watch him driving her crazy."

We slipped over to the other guest bedroom across the hallway where Maurice had Gloria riding him reverse cowgirl. Her entire body had been oiled to provide both lubrication and sensuality. Maurice was holding Gloria's hips to provide leverage and was ramming his cock in and out of her asshole like a runaway express train. Every stroke drove his dick all the way into her up to his balls. Gloria was cumming again and again... almost continuously from the fantastic fucking Maurice was giving her.

Gloria's screams filled the room as she climaxed repeatedly

"Oh my god! That's incredible," I whispered to Todd who was rubbing my tits as we watched. Turning to face him, I asked, "Will you fuck my ass like that? Please."

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A Husband in Need:

For the next six weeks, either Maurice or Todd fucked me essentially every weekday while Greg was at work. The only exception was during my period, but even then I would suck them off. So if we consider fellatio to be sex (doesn't everyone save perhaps one person), I was getting it every weekday from either Todd or Maurice. Occasionally, they would both come over and take turns fucking me and usually do me together before they left.

On the weekends when Greg was home, it was more difficult, but he often played golf on either Saturday or Sunday, and while he was trying his best to put his ball into a small hole, Maurice and Todd were having much greater success putting their cocks into my much smaller holes.

Three weeks after the Gloria's party, Maurice was out of town, so I had an afternoon date with Todd at his apartment. That morning he called to tell me that his sister and her husband had just gotten to town for an overnight stay. Consequently, he had to cancel.

"I hate that," I said. "I know it's not your fault, Honey, but I do love getting laid by your big cock."

"Listen, I have a good friend whose cock is nine inches and even thicker than mine. His name's Jack. He's a really nice guy, and he's black. Want me to give him a call? To make it up to you, I'll rent a room at the Best Western, and you can meet him there. Jack will go crazy over you, but it's your call."

"Call him, get a room and call me back to let me know the room number. And thanks, Honey."

Jack lived up to Todd's recommendation. I met him at 1:30 in the afternoon. At 1:40, he had me naked except for my heels, and at 1:45, I was riding his monster cock, and it was making me cum over and over. I couldn't even get my hand around it... not even close. God. Did it ever stretch my pussy. I didn't leave until 4:30. In the three hours, Jack fucked me five times, and I must have had 20 orgasms or more. He gave it to me in every position we could think of, but I turned him down when he wanted my ass. He was just too thick.

Jack was a great fuck getting me off over 20 times, but he was just too thick to take him in my ass.

With all the male attention I was getting, I had stopped masturbating, and I had also stopped nagging Greg for sex all the time. He had made two feeble efforts during the six weeks since that night at Gloria's. He managed to reach an orgasm inside me on one of those attempts but not the second when he lost his erection. I had one orgasm the first time but none the second time . For some reason, he was having difficulty getting hard, and even when he did, he usually lost his erection before he could reach an orgasm inside me.

I truly felt very sorry for Greg as I still loved him dearly even if his sexual dysfunction had forced me to see other men. I just didn't know what to do to help. Dressing hot and slutty had no effect. He refused to see a doctor or take viagra or anything else. So, I felt helpless. That all changed one weekend seven weeks after Gloria's party.

It was a Saturday, and I expected Greg to be playing golf. If he did, I had a tentative date with Maurice. As soon as Greg left, I would give Maurice a call and let him know we were on. If I didn't call by 10 AM, he knew we would have to wait until either Sunday or Monday.

We were eating breakfast when Greg put down his fork and asked, "Amber, do you have anything planned for this morning?"

"If you play golf, Honey, I'm going shopping, but not if you don't."

"Good. I would really like to have a long talk with you this morning about us. Can we?"

"Certainly. I'll put on another pot of coffee."

Later, in our den, I brought us each a cup of newly made coffee and sat down to hear what my husband had to say. I couldn't have been more shocked.

"Amber, it's no secret that I haven't been able to perform sexually in any way that's even close to being adequate for nearly six months. And the last two or three months, I've hardly been able to perform at all. It's not your fault, it's mine. I would really like your help in doing something about this."

"I've been trying to help, Darling. I just can't think of anything else to do."

"I know, but I have some ideas if you will agree."

"What are they"

"Well, the first one is that I know you can't continue to go without any sex. You're in the prime of your sexual drive. It's much higher now that it was when we were dating and during the first few years we were married. And now when you're wild to experience everything, I can't perform. So, the first thing I want you to do is take a lover or lovers that turn you on and ring your bell, so to speak. I hope you don't leave me for them, but I'll just have to take that chance."

I was so stunned, I wasn't sure how to respond. Stalling for time, I simply replied, "I'll have to think about that, Darling. If I do it, would you want to know with whom, when, all the details? Would you want to watch? Participate in some way? What precisely do you have in mind?"

"Well, knowing who's fucking you, when, and hearing all the hot details later would be very erotic, and that fits in with the next thing I want to ask of you. Let me leave those questions until later. Ok?"

"Sure. Go on. What else do you have in mind?"

Taking a deep breath, Greg plunged forward. "I think I know what my problem is, Amber. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to get your hopes up, but last week when I went to that out-of-town meeting, I really didn't have a meeting. I actually spent three days meeting each day with a psychiatrist friend of mine whose practice is in Dallas."

"Did it help?"

"Maybe. Obviously, he can't cure the problem in three days, but I think he did put his finger on my problem. As soon as he brought the subject up, I knew he was right. It just felt right, and it fit perfectly with what's been bothering me when I try to have sex with you."

"What is it?" I asked, now both eager and curious.

"You know my position as Vice-President of Personnel means I have to be the administrator who hires people or doesn't hire them. When there are lay-offs, I pick the unfortunate employees who are going to lose their jobs, and I have to tell them. When an employee isn't meeting our standards, I'm the one who has to chew his ass out. And if he doesn't correct the problems, I'm the one who has to fire him. All day long... every day... day in, day out, I'm controlling people's lives, their financial well being, their job satisfaction or even if the get to keep their job. I am always in control. I'm the one who always has to make the decisions and often be the bad guy."

"I had never really thought about that, Honey. That must be awful."

"It is. And when you have to keep doing it with no end in sight, it just gets worse and worse and worse."

"So how does that relate to your sexual problem?"

"Because of the way our society works, men are supposed to be in-charge of the sex. Men are supposed to be the ones who take the initiative... who make the first move... who suggest sex, the type of sex, all the when's, where's, everything. Certainly, women make the final yes/no decision, but women expect men to make the first move... to be the aggressor. Right?"

"I suppose that's right."

"So, I not only have to be in control all day long at work, I'm also always on the spot here at home. Basically, the fact that I'm essentially on the spot in sexual matters here at home puts so much pressure on me that I just can't perform. Most of the time, I can't even get an erection. When I do manage it, I have to decide if I fuck you missionary, or doggy, or if we do anal, or if I go down on you... on and on and on. It's up to me make certain that you have an orgasm. Men who don't see to their wife's pleasure are considered total losers. I just can't take the pressure, and I usually lose my erection worrying about not being able to meet the pressure. I have it all day long... every day... and I'm unable to keep doing it at home."

"That's what the psychiatrist told you?"

"Yeah. Exactly that. He says it's not uncommon. In fact, he told that it's one of the most prevalent mental problems experienced by men in high responsibility positions that require a great deal of control. That's the bad news."

"What's the good news?"

"The good news is that with proper treatment, the problem generally goes away gradually after about six months to a year. He also said that if the treatment is then continued at a reduced level, the chances of a recurrence is very low."

"So what's the proper treatment?"

At this point, Greg stopped, took a deep swallow of coffee, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I remained silent giving him time to collect his thoughts.

"The treatment is to switch the authority of control to another person... completely. That relieves the pressure, and with time, makes the problem, whatever it is, go away. Now obviously, I cannot escape being the person in charge, in control, of personnel matters at the company since I'm the vice-president. I could resign, but then we would have no income. The change, if there's to be a change, has to come when I'm not at work... when I'm at home. Like I am now."

I began to see what Greg was about to suggest, but I had no intention of saying a word. The proposal had to come from him if it was to mean anything. I waited.

"Amber, I need for you to take control of everything here at home. You decide everything and I follow your lead no matter what you decide. You make the spending plans. You decide when, if, and where we go on vacation. You decide if I'm going to go down on you. When we're going to have sex. You decide if you're going to take a lover. You decide If I'm to be told or not. If you think it would help my sex drive to watch you having sex, you just inform me that I'm going to be watching. You're in charge. I'm your loving, and obedient slave."

When I still remained silent, Greg made one, final comment.

If you do it, maybe in six months to a year, I can recover from this problem and once again be a real husband to you. That's it. That's all I have to say. The rest is up to you. Of course, you can always decide you don't want to bother and just divorce me. I could certainly understand it if you make that choice."

No one said a word for five minutes, then I said, "Drink your coffee, Darling. I'm going to take a walk down to the park and back so I can think. I'll be back in about 30 minutes.

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When I returned 35 minutes or so later, Greg was still sitting in the same chair he was in when I left. He had poured himself a second cup of coffee, but other than that, he was quietly waiting for my decision. I sat down and smiled at him.

"First of all, Darling, I love you... no one else. I hate the problem you've been having and what it has forced me to do, but divorce is not an option for me. I want you back, and if you think this plan you and your psychiatrist friend have developed will work in six to twelve months, then I'm eager to try it."

"Oh thank you, Amber! Thank you!"

"I'm not finished. There have to be some grounds rules or this will be impossible."

"What ground rules?"

"Tell me, Greg, when you, as Vice-President of Personnel, make a decision to hire someone, do any of your subordinates object and try to stop you?"

"No, of course not. I'm in charge. It goes with the position."

"If you fire someone, is their any one else other than the CEO who countermands your order?"

"No. Like I said, I'm in charge."

"Ok. That's ground rule Number One. I'm in charge. When I make a decision, you will accept my decision and do your best to make it work. You do not argue. You do not refuse. You do not make excuses. If you do, I quit. I'm either in charge, or I'm not. What's it to be?"

"You're in charge. Period. I'll follow your lead."

"Good. Ground Rule Number Two: In order to build your libido so that you get erections when men are supposed to get erections, you're going to have to immerse yourself in erotic things and try to enjoy them whether you like it or not. I want to hear no objections or protests. Agreed?"

"Agreed. Absolutely. You're in charge."

"Now let's move to the specifics. Do you have any sexual fantasies, Darling?"

"Sure. All men do. Or I think they do."

"They do. Tell me your most erotic fantasy." Greg hesitated. Immediately, I said, "Why are you waiting? I'm ordering you to tell me your most erotic fantasy. Now!"

He nodded. "For years I've fantasized about watching while a group of well-hung studs gangbang you."

Now it was my turn to hesitate. "Wow!" I finally said. "I assumed it was to have two or three women in bed with you."

"That's another one of my fantasies, but you told me to tell you my biggest fantasy, not all of them."

"You're right, I did. I also have a lot of sexual fantasies that I've never told you, Darling. And now that I'm in charge, I see no reason why I shouldn't take advantage of the situation to turn a lot of them into realities. After all, you can't object. You have to follow my orders... right?"

"I do... and I will. I promise."

"Good. Are you wearing shorts? Briefs?"

"Shorts."

"Tonight, you will throw away all your boxer shorts. They're not erotic. I will replace them with bikini briefs which you will be wearing to work, but not when you're at home."

"What do I wear at home, Amber?"

"You don't wear anything under your pants at home, Darling. You know how men love for women to go without any panties. Well, here's some news for you, Darling. Women like their men to naked under their pants so it's easy to get at their cocks. You will be naked under your pants when you're not at work."

"Ok. But what if it's summer and I'm wearing shorts?"

"Same rule. You're cock is naked under the shorts. So start. Take off your pants and get your shorts off. Throw them in the garbage."

My husband started to leave the room, but I stopped him. "Here. Right here. Take off your pants and lose the damn shorts."

A few minutes later, my husband was sitting across from me without anything under his pants. My pussy was damp. It was the first time in months that my husband had excited me enough to get my pussy wet. I was loving this.

"Tell me, Darling, how often do you jack off now that you haven't been fucking me?"

"Every other day, usually. Sometimes more. See, there's no pressure when I jack off, so I can easily get a really hard erection."

"That's what I thought. Take out your cock, Darling." Greg immediately unzipped his pants and extracted his cock. It was flaccid, but in time, I knew that was going to change. "You have a really nice cock, Greg. Seven and a half inches when fully hard will get any woman off nicely. Even soft, it's a nice cock. You'll have it out a lot from now on."

"Whatever you say, Darling. If you want my cock out... it'll be out."

"And if I invite Gloria over and have you wait on us with your cock out, that won't be a problem will it?"

"Oohhh.. god. Well, it might be a problem, but I'll do it. When I make decisions at work, it's a problem for a lot of people, but they do it anyway."

"Gloria's going to love seeing your cock. She'll probably want to play with it."

"Will you let her?"

"Maybe. I haven't made that decision yet. Are you aware that I often masturbate with large dildo and a big vibrator?" I saw my husband's penis twitch and harden just slightly, but it did harden a little.

"No. I didn't know that."

"I've been doing it for years. Hiding it from you, of course. But now that I'm in charge, I don't need to hide it any longer. It will be fun having you watch me while I do it." Greg's penis twitched again.

"Oh, and one more thing. Here's a bottle of 50, 100 mg Viagra tablets. I bought them months ago for you, but you refused to take them. You will take two a day from now on. One in the morning, another one in the evening, and perhaps a third whenever I require it."

"But my problem isn't physical, Amber."

"I know. But as your problem abates gradually, I want your penis ready to get hard as stone so I can use it whenever I want it. You will take the viagra. Understand?"

"Yes, Darling. I'll take one right now." Greg swallowed the small blue pill and then asked, "Will you... I mean... will you... you know."

"Will I what? Speak up. Tell me."

"Will you take lovers?"

"I might. If I do, I want you there to protect me in case they get too rough or try to really hurt me. Now it's a nice day. Let's take a walk down to the park. I'm going to go change. You should too. Go put on a tight T-shirt and those jeans that you complained about being too small. You have five minutes to change. I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

I changed as fast as possible into a green halter that was essentially a bra that fastened in the front with the hook being the only thing between my tits. Over half of my breasts were on display. Slipping on a matching green thong, I pulled a micro-mini jean skirt up my legs. It didn't quite cover my ass. The only other thing I wore was a pair of black, four-inch heels. I looked like a hooker.

When Greg came out of our bedroom into the kitchen, I hiked up one leg and put my knee up on the kitchen counter. The obscene position totally exposed my ass, all of my legs, and with only the skimpy thong covering my pussy. "How do you like my outfit, Honey. Think I'll attract any attention."

Wearing the slutty outfit had my pussy throbbing.

"Oh my god. You're going out like that?"

"What did you say? You're questioning my selection of clothes??"

"Oh no... I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn. It won't happen again. I'm really sorry."

"Good. Now go to the bathroom and get the bottle of sun block. I may need it."

Greg hurried off to the bathroom. As soon as he exited the room, I climbed up on the cabinet, planted my left heel on its surface steepling my knee and open my legs completely. On the very narrow crotch band of my thong now concealed my pussy. It wasn't sufficiently wide to cover all of my lips.

This time, when Greg returned, he couldn't tear his eyes away from my exposed legs and the lips of my pussy which were peeking out from the sides of the thong. But he said nothing. "You know, Honey. I really like showing off like this. It's always been a huge fantasy of mine. I couldn't do it because I knew you wouldn't approve, but now since I'm in control, neither of us has to worry about that sort of thing any longer. I'm ready to go, Honey."

Even part of my pussy was exposed by the skimpy thong.

I walked slowly with Greg beside me on the way toward the park. As I walked, I made certain that my hips undulated sensuously. Three men stopped working in their yard to stare at the hot slut walking down the street and at the lucky bastard walking beside her. Turning toward Greg, I whispered, "Those guys are envious of you because they know you can fuck me anytime you want."

"I have some problems doing that."

"They're temporary, Darling. And when they're gone, you won't be able to screw me enough. You'll be in me constantly."

When we reached the park, I led the way toward the woods at the back. Again turning to Greg, I said. "Unzip your pants and take out your cock."

My husband was shaking when he did it, but a moment later, his very nice dick was protruding from the front of his jeans. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and stood in front of him slowly jacking him off. "God. This turns me on, Greg. I've wanted to do wild things like this for years." My husband moaned, and since he had no control nor any way to stop anything, there was no pressure, and his cock began to harden in my hand.

"You're getting hard, Baby. You probably want my panties off. Pull them down for me, Darling. Now. And don't worry about those two boys over there. I don't care if they see my cunt."

Greg glanced over at the two boys who were about 17, but didn't hesitate. Kneeling, he pulled my thong down my thighs and legs. Then, he held it while I stepped out of it. "Don't put it in your pocket, Greg. Just carry it where everyone can see my panties in your hand." His cock hardened some more.

We continued walking with the two boys now following us. "They think you're going to fuck me, but not today. I think we should show them a little something though. Take out one of my tits."

My husband's hand moved and moment later, my halter was down and my breast was sticking out. "I've seen enough of the park, Honey. Let's go home." Turning in opposite direction, I led us right past the two boys with my tit out, my husband's semi-hard penis exposed, and my thong in his hand. Both boys had hard erections that tented their pants.

My pussy peeked out from under my tiny skirt, and my breast bounced sensuously as we walked through the park.

When we left the park, I had Greg put his penis back inside his jeans. I loved it when his hard-on made it difficult for him to stuff it back inside the tight pants. When he did get it in, his jeans bulged out with his erection. I didn't bother putting my breast back inside my halter, and all three men stared as we passed them. The last one came up to us and said, "I love the show. Turning to Greg, he said, "Your wife has dynamite tits, Man. Thanks for making my day by letting me see them."

When we got home, Greg's cock was hard as stone. He wanted to try to fuck me, of course, but I said. "I'm in charge of the fucking, Lover. We fuck when and if I say we fuck."

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Amber in Command:

For the next two weeks, Greg wore skin tight jeans at home with nothing underneath. Above the waist, I required only tight T-shirts and sweaters be worn with no undershirt. I began requiring that he arrive home from work at 4 PM, after which we went to the gym where we both did aerobics and worked on weights and tension exercises for an hour and a half.

When we got home, we showered and cleaned up. I dressed in something sexy and erotic while requiring my husband to put on a fresh T-shirt and tight shorts. As he helped me set the table and prepare our dinner, his cock had to be sticking out of his shorts at all times.

All I had to do was bend over occasionally so he could see my ass or give him a beaver shot, and he stayed hard almost constantly. At first, this surprised me considering how impossible it had been for him to achieve an erection before, but then, there was now no pressure, so his cock was reacting the way cocks are supposed to react when a woman exposes her ass or pussy. As a small treat, I would occasionally stop whatever I was doing and jack him off for a few minutes. He was not, however, permitted to ejaculate.

As we ate dinner, I asked, "Did you jack off today, Greg?"

"No. You told me not to."

"Good. Did you want to?"

"Oh yes. I get so hard seeing you in those hot outfits. Can we fuck tonight, Honey?"

"No. Not yet. I have other plans for our entertainment this evening."

"What?" he asked anxiously.

I gave him a seductive smile but did not answer his question. Looking down, I saw that his semi-hard penis was rapidly becoming fully hard.

Later, as we did the dinner dishes, I asked, "Greg, do you ever have fantasies of seeing me in bondage and being pleasured by some well-hung stud?"

"Yeah. Not as often as I have the gangbang fantasy though."

"Well, one of my fantasies is very similar."

"What is it?"

"I'm going to show you after we finish the dishes."

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Greg was lying on the long coffee table in front of our couch. I had bound his wrists and arms together in front of his chest and instructed him to remain on his back on the table. Rather than strip my husband completely, I had pulled his T-shirt over his head and bunched it around his upper arms. He still had his pants on, but I had lowered them down around his knees. I thought he looked a lot more erotic and sexy that way than if he had been naked. The constant exercise was turning my husband into a sexy, muscular, hot stud.

"If you move without permission, Greg, I'll have to tie you to table and believe me when I tell you that it won't be comfortable for you. So stay on your back. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand," he said.

Mounting the table, I straddled his chest facing his legs. When I bent over his cock, my skirt hiked up giving him a close-up view of my naked pussy and ass. From a foot away, I watched as his penis began to harder and rise off his chest. When It was about three-quarters hard, I began binding it securely with a long length of cord I had prepared for just this purpose.

First, I wrapped several coils of the cord beneath his scrotum, up over his pubic bone, and then back down the other side of his cock to beneath his scrotum again. After several coils were in place, I tightened the coils and then ran another coil between his balls then up and around his left ball, back down between his balls again, and then up and around his right ball. After two coils circled both of his balls, I again tightened the coils and tied them in place. Next, I bound his cock with two more tight coils about the base and topped off those two coils with a tight, elastic cock ring.

With the two doses of viagra Greg was taking each day, his cock quickly engorged with blood and swelled to huge proportions. It looked to be a full inch longer than his former seven-plus inches and much thicker. In fact, it was so swollen with blood that the skin was stretched tightly around his shaft, and its color was a dark, shiny red. He was hard! Really hard!

As he watched, I stripped down to my thigh-high stockings, heels, and bra. After pulling the bra cups down below my tits, I poured myself a glass of red wine. As I sipped it, I said, "It's really nice to be in control and have a bound slave at my disposal. I'm going to have a lot of fun using you, but you are not to ejaculate... understand? If you feel you are about to lose control, warn me and I'll let you rest."

When Greg nodded, I sat on the edge the table and leaned over his bound body. My bit tits swung erotically back and forth right over his chest. His cock was jerking up and down in spite of being tightly bound. Reaching out, I began to rub the sensitive head. As I rubbed, I slowly increased the pressure and the area I was stroking. His hips arched upward. His moans and masculine grunts filled the air.

My husband's cock was jerking wildly as he got closer and closer to cumming.

After teasing the head for a minute or two, I wrapped my hand around his shaft began to slowly jack him off. His hips rose of the table and began fuck motions in and out of my hand. When he was getting close to ejaculation, I stopped and sipped my wine for several minutes while my husband squirmed on the table begging me with his eyes to let him cum.

After draining the wine glass, I refilled it and once more began to play with his bound cock. Immediately, it surged to iron-hard erection... swelling, throbbing, preparing to shoot off. I jacked the shaft three or four times, felt his dick throb hard, and removed my hand perhaps 10 seconds or so before he would have fired his load.

Sipping the wine, I watch his cock pulsing and throbbing. God, it was erotic and hot. My pussy was a swamp of desire. "I need to cum, Darling. I'm going to face sit you, Greg. Use your tongue and get me off, like a good husband."

Again, I mounted the table and straddled his chest in reverse cowgirl position. When I lowered my wet pussy over his mouth, I simultaneously heard him moan, saw his cock lurch spastically, and felt my vagina contract in a hard spasm as his tongue lapped my engorged clitoris. Grinding my ass hard on his face, I mashed his mouth deep into my sex trench. The position was causing my pussy to erupt and was also cutting off my husband's supply of air. I knew I would cum explosively in about a minute... he could hold his breath that long.

Making my husband lick my pussy while nearly suffocating was an incredible turn on.

Actually, it was a little over a minute before my orgasm surged through my cunt and clitoris sending hard, delicious contractions through my vagina and up into my belly. When I slowly rose off my husband's face, he was gasping for breath, his chest heaving trying to pull oxygen into his tortured lungs. But, in spite of nearly suffocating, his cock was still huge and rigid.

When he regained his breath, I asked, "Do you enjoy ass fucking me, Greg?"

"Oh yes," he panted.

"I love it too, Honey. But I've never given you that pleasure. Forgive me. Tonight, I'm going to return the favor, Darling. I had to grin at the stricken, very nervous expression that covered his face. When I said, "I'll be right back, Greg. Don't get off the table," his nervousness increased.

When I returned to our den, my husband stared at me in shock... the fears that were the cause of his nervousness had suddenly changed to reality. His body actually trembled as he stared at the harness that encircled my waist and thighs and at the fake cock that jutted straight out in front of my pussy. Its nine inch length was a full inch longer than Greg's and just as thick.

"How do you like my toy," I asked with a leering smile. You aren't going to believe how good it makes you feel, Darling. Take a good look at it. See, it's double ended. One end sticks into my pussy and rubs back and forth against my clit. The other end sticks out about nine inches for use on my sexy husband."

Moving up to the end of the table near Greg's head, I turned his head to face the big cock. With one step, it was almost pressing against his mouth. "Open wide, Honey, so I can fuck your mouth."

"I don't want to," he protested.

"No problem. I'll fuck your ass."

"No.. No! I'll suck it. I'll suck it," he moaned.

"Oh that's much better. And it's fair. You always want me to suck your cock, and take it all the way down my throat." Rubbing the tip of the cock against his lips, I waited until he opened his mouth. As soon as his lips parted, I pushed the cock into his mouth.

"Ummm... uunnggh," Greg grunted as the shaft sank deeper and deeper into his mouth. I encountered some resistance when it pressed against my husband's throat. He gagged, and I paused until his gagging subsided. Once more, I pressed another inch into his widely stretched mouth. This time he only gagged a little. Taking full advantage, I pushed in two more inches. The big cock head slid down Greg's throat. Holding his head, I buried the entire shaft down his throat and grinned as I saw his neck bulge.

"God! No wonder men always want women to deep throat them," I thought. "This is just awesomely sensuous, and I don't even have nerve endings in this fake prick. If I did, it would be out-of-this-world hot." I made a mental note never to object again when a guy wanted me to deep throat him.

Looking down at my husband with his mouth stretched obscenely wide, I whispered, "Squeeze your lips around it, Baby. Hard. Really suck it good. MMMm... that feels so fucking good." I began pumping furiously... fucking his mouth with deep, hard strokes. The hard thrusts caused the end of the dildo inside me to slide sensuously back and forth inside my vagina. The friction on my clit was luscious. I came once... then a second time... violently before I pulled my cock out of Greg's throat. When I looked down at his bound dick, I saw that he was hard as stone. His cock was now an even deeper red as it engorged and throbbed with blood.

"Judging from that iron-hard erection you've got, Darling, I would say you really enjoyed that. You'll enjoy the next part too. I just need to get your legs up in the air the same way guys do when they really want to pound it into me."

"Oh god," Greg moaned as I pulled his feet up so that they were even with my face. The position elevated his ass and aligned it with perfectly my big strap-on. Pressing the applicator nipple of the astroglide bottle into his opening, I squeezed in a generous amount of lubricant.

"Please... don't," my husband pleaded.

"Be quiet, Greg. You're going to enjoy this. Take my word for it. Just relax."

He watched while I covered the big dildo with astroglide. He closed his eyes and grimaced when I moved closer and pressed the end of the thick dildo against his anus. Grunting the way a man does when he nails his cock into a woman's cunt, I thrust the dildo hard against Greg's anus. The highly lubricated head forced his sphincter open and slid smoothly and easily into his colon. My husband gasped once, briefly, and then sighed as five inches of the thick shaft entered his ass.

Greg's eyes opened and stared at me, the surprise on his face evident. I grinned at him and drove the rest of the cock into his ass. His groan sounded exactly like mine when a man fills my ass with cock. I knew my husband was feeling the same thing I always felt... a little initial discomfort followed by erotic pleasure.

I got off twice fucking my husband's ass. By the time I finished, he was right on the edge of exploding.

I began to fuck him with steady, deep, firm strokes. The cock slid into him... then out... back and forth. Very quickly, Greg began to experience an erotic sensation as the cock massaged his prostate. After just a few strokes, his cock bulged against the retraining cords binding it. A few more thrusts had his cock throbbing in hard, jerking spasms.

I continued to fuck my husband's ass, and, just as I always end up doing, he began to thrust his hips forward as I pulled the cock out in an effort to keep all of it inside his hole. With the cock rubbing rapidly over my clit, I came again after a dozen strokes. By this time, my husband's cock was iron-hard, swollen, and about to explode.

Slowly, I pulled the cock out of Greg's ass and lowered his legs back onto the table. I was covered with sweat from the perspiration of cumming several times, screwing my husband's ass, and having him lick my pussy to several more orgasms.

Sitting down in the couch, I peeled off my stockings and removed my shoes. While I poured myself another glass of wine, I rested my feet on Greg's legs and stared at his still throbbing cock. It was swollen, engorged with blood, twitching and jerking. I could only imagine the size of the cum load in his balls with all the viagra he was taking and not being allowed to either fuck or jack off for two weeks. Just thinking about it made my vagina throb.

Greg's dick was like a time bomb ready to explode.

"Please, Amber. Please, finish me. Let me cum. It's been weeks. I can't stand it."

"Would you like to shoot your huge load inside your wife's hot cunt, Honey?"

"Oh god yes!" YES!"

"All right. Get ready to pump me full you hot, sexy stud. I'm going to ride that hard dick and you can unload inside me whenever you want."

Again, I straddled Greg's body... this time in normal cowgirl position. With my feet just outside of his hips, I slowly lowered my pussy over his erect, iron-hard, bound cock. Bending forward, I braced myself with my hands on his chest and sank lower... lower... lower. His throbbing cock head touched my opening. I wiggled my ass... it slipped inside my cunt. I could feel its heat... its wild pulsing... Greg tried to arch his hips to get into me, but I rose up to keep just the cock head inside my hole.

"Ready?" I asked.

Greg was so wild for cunt, all he could do was gasp. I rammed my vagina down on his swollen prick, engulfing it inside me. He thrust upward driving his shaft against my cervix. I slammed down on him even harder. It only took three strokes, and he began to shoot. The first gush was incredible. It completely filled my hole and spurted out between my labia and his plunging cock. Almost immediately, his dick jerked hard again sending a second thick river of semen shooting into me and then spewing out as before. A third, then a fourth, and a fifth, followed by a sixth and seventh ejaculations shot from his erupting cock.

After being for over two weeks, my husband flooded my cunt with the largest load anyone had ever shot into me.

I came almost as hard as my husband was cumming. Again and again, my vagina contracted in hard, spastic convulsions. Every time, my pussy throbbed, his dick shot out another wad of semen. It was over two minutes before our organs finally subsided and we collapsed together on the table.

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After allowing Greg to cum for the first time in two weeks, I immediately put him back on his previous sexual diet of no intercourse and no masturbation without permission. Of course, I continued to have him take viagra twice a day and added 20 mg of cialis three times a week.

As long as he had no control over what happened and no expectations to meet, he had, hard, multiple erections every day that lasted for a surprising length of time without abating. After two hours of having a throbbing hard cock without relief, I would have him take a cold shower to get his hard-on to relax.

Once each week, I tested his ability to handle control and meet sexual expectations by placing him in a situation like that. Each time, he either couldn't obtain an erection or if he did, he would lose it before he could reach an orgasm or get me off. Obviously, his psychiatrist had been right when he had informed Greg that it would probably take six months to a year to cure his problem.

A week after fucking my husband's ass with a strap-on for the first time, I decided it was time to expand his horizons and my fantasies even further. At breakfast on a Friday morning, I informed Greg that he was to be home by 6 PM that evening... no later.

"You have something planned?" he asked as he finished off his eggs and bacon.

"Very much so, Honey. Mona Fredericks is joining us tonight. She's a voluptuous brunette whose husband just left for a five-day convention. She'll be spending a couple of days with us."

"Ok. But why do I have be home by 6 PM? What's going to happen?"

"Well, I've never told you before, Greg, but I used to love girl-girl sex when I was in college, and I've always had a hot fantasy about doing it again in our bed with a sexy woman. Mona is not only hot and sexy, she also gets off on it, so we're going to spend a couple of days enjoying each other. I want you here wearing those tight jeans and T-shirt, nothing else. Both Mona and I think it will be a lot hotter for us with you watching and stroking your cock. Of course, you will not be permitted to ejaculate. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Darling. I understand. Will I get to fuck either one of you?"

"Probably not... so don't get your hopes up. You'll be here just to watch and later to listen outside the bedroom while Mona and I enjoy each other.

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Greg walked in our front door promptly at 5:55 PM that evening, right on time. "Thank you, Honey, for being so prompt. I've laid out your jeans, T-shirt, and a pair of slippers. Go put them on. Mona will be here in about 15 minutes."

As soon as Mona arrived, I felt myself getting excited. She looked more than just sexy. She was absolutely, deliciously voluptuous with huge, beautifully shaped breasts, gorgeous legs, and the kind of ass that men just love. "Wow. You look delicious, Mona," I said kissing her on the cheek. When I moved my lips off her cheek, she turned my head and kissed me full on the lips. Our tits pressed together as Mona's tongue slipped sensuously into my mouth, moved back and forth, and then slipped out to caress my lips.

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Do I look delicious enough to eat, Amber?"

"Oh yes... I want to eat you right now... but dinner's ready, and I want Greg to stare at you and get hard before we start."

"Sounds like fun. Is he going to join us?"

"Maybe... but like I told you, it has to be spontaneous. He can't think it's expected of him."

While we enjoyed a dinner of a chef's salad with salmon, garlic toast, cheese with wine and a splenda cheesecake for dessert with coffee, Greg couldn't take his eyes off our sexy guest. More specifically, he couldn't stop lusting for Mona's large breasts and what she had between her gorgeous legs. When it was time to serve the cheesecake and coffee, I suggested it would be more comfortable to have dessert in the den. Everyone agreed.

As I placed a serving of cheesecake in front of everyone, I said, I think you've gotten my husband's cock hard, Mona. He hasn't stopped staring at you all through dinner."

"I noticed," she said with a warm smile. "Do you really like the way I look, Greg?"

"Oh god yes," he moaned. "What are your measurements? Is it Ok if I ask?"

"Of course it is. After all, you're going to get to see all of me naked when your hot wife and I get it on. I'm 38F-26-34, 5' 10" tall, and 134 lbs. Do you like big women, Honey?"

"When they look like you, I do."

"I've answered your question. Now, it's my turn. Have you ever watched two women having sex together.. for real, I mean, not just in porn videos?"

"No, never have, but I've been turned on ever since this morning when Amber told you were coming over for dinner and sex."

"Give him a preview, Mona," I suggested.

I didn't have to give her any more encouragement than that. Giving my husband her best seductive smile, she sat up on the couch and opened her top. When she pulled it wide open, and my husband saw her huge tits, totally uncovered or supported by any trace of a bra, he gasped, moaned, and began squeezing his cock, in that order.

My husband couldn't believe how well shaped Mona's huge tits were, even without a bra.

"Like them, Honey?"

"Oh fuck Yes!" my husband gasped, squeezing his cock through his pants even faster.

"Good. When do I get that big cock of yours?"

Before Greg could answer, I cut him off. "Not until later. I want you thinking about my pussy, Mona, not about my husband's dick."

"Spoil sport," she said as she stuck out her tongue at me. Turning back to Greg, she asked, "Want to see the rest? My legs and my pussy?"

"Oooohhhhhh!"

"I'll take that as a 'yes', Honey, but you'll have to wait a bit. I want to taste your wife's hot pussy.

Mona moved to my couch, handed me her coffee cup, knelt in front of me, and growled, "Spread your legs, you hot Slut. Now." I obeyed her just as rapidly as my husband was obeying me these days. "Raise your sexy ass so I can get your skirt up." Again I obeyed, and a moment later, my skirt was over my hips completely exposing my panties.

"MMmmm... we are going to have a fantastic time, this weekend, Amber. Open up your blouse so we can see some of those nice tits while I get these panties out of the way."

Mona slowly pulled my panties aside exposing my pussy.

Quickly, I opened the top two buttons of my top and pulled it open as far as possible. I had expected Mona to take off my panties, but instead, she just slipped her fingers under the edge and pulled them aside to expose my wet and eager cunt. Using her fingers, she spread my labia wide open and held it there.

"Come over here, Greg, so you can see how hot and wet your slutty wife is." My husband practically ran over and knelt beside Mona so that they were both now staring right at my exposed pussy. "We haven't even started, Greg, and her pussy's already slick with her juices. Look at her clit. See how swollen it is and how it sticks out of its hood. She's gonna cum like a fire hydrant when I lick it."

Mona held my labia wide open allowing Greg to see deep inside my vagina as well as my erect and already throbbing clit.

"Do it, Mona. Lick her clit so I can see her cum," Greg urged.

"Ok. Get really close and keep your eyes on her clit and on the opening to her vagina. When she cums, it's going to open and close, over and over, and her clit will jerk, throb, and contract in really hard spasms." Mona lowered her face into the cradle of my thighs and stabbed me with her tongue.

"OOOHHHH YESSSSSSS!" I howled. "AAhhhhhh! Oh fuck! More! MORE!"

Every time her tongue slashed over my clitoris, I couldn’t suppress the hot howl of pleasure that surged upward from my lungs. Her probing tongue worked on the sides of my clit, sliding sensuously up and down causing my ass to rise higher and higher off the couch.

"Her cunt hole is starting to open and close, Greg. Can you see it?"

"Oh yeah! Is her clit throbbing?"

"Every time I lick it, it pulses and contracts. She won't last another 30 seconds. Watch."

Mona's tongue was driving me crazy. I couldn't keep from cumming much longer.

Her tongue went into overdrive sliding up and over the sensitive tip of my clit again and again. Two fingers penetrated my vagina and quickly found my G-spot where they worked back and forth, pressing and stroking while her tongue lashed my clit.

"Stick two fingers into your wife's ass, Greg. You'll really be able to feel how hard she cums with your fingers inside her ass. Wet them inside her pussy first."

My ass rose over a foot off the couch when Greg's fingers entered my ass. As Mona worked on my G-spot inside my pussy, my husband was finger fucking my ass and Mona's tongue had my clit right on the naked edge of a huge orgasm.

I came. Hard. Again and again. Juices spurted out of my pussy as both my vagina and anus contracted hard and repeatedly. Then my clit exploded into wild, uncontrollable spasms. I began to scream and couldn't stop.

"Get my wife's tits out, Mona. Get her panties off. Put her up on the arm of the couch and spread her wide open so I can see better while you make her cum again."

"You heard your husband, you hot Slut. Get those big tits out and raise your ass so I can get you out of these stupid panties."

Stripping off my top and bra, I bared my breasts while Mona worked my panties over my ass, down my legs, and over my heels. "Put that sexy ass up on the arm of the couch, Amber, and spread wide open so your husband can see me doing it to you."

With my ass perched up on the arm of the couch, I spread was wide as possible and grinned as I saw how hard my husband was from staring between my legs and seeing Mona making me cum. I moaned again, louder this time, when Mona's head pressed into my pussy and began to lick me again.

"Oh yes. Suck me, Mona. Make me cum!"

I lasted a little longer this time, but not much longer. Within 10 minutes, Mona's tongue and fingers had me squealing in the throes of another intense climax. When the throbbing of my pussy and clit ebbed, Mona stood up and looked at my husband. Licking her lips, she hissed, "Your dick, Greg. I want to see that big cock of yours. Take it out! Now!"

I nodded giving my permission, and my husband opened his pants. It wasn't necessary for him to pull them down. His engorged, swollen, and iron-hard shaft just burst out of his pants the moment he had them open. His dick stood tall and high in the air, jerking, throbbing. The rock-hard shaft had Mona frantically rubbing her clit as she stared at my husband's huge erection.

"My god, Amber. You said he was only seven inches. That thing's a lot bigger than seven inches. It's easily eight or more. Shit! I've never seen a cock any harder than that!"

When Greg saw Mona rubbing her clit as she stared at his cock, he got even harder.

"Oh god. How does it get that hard? Oh my god!" Mona wailed as her fingers plunged into her cunt and stroked her throbbing clitoris at the same time.

"He's on a diet of two, 100 mg, viagra tablets a day and 20 mg doses of cialis three times weekly," I responded. "Now, get on your back, you sexy Slut, and spread your legs in case my husband decides to fuck you."

Mona got on her back and rested her head on the arm of the couch with her legs wide open. I mounted her upturned face, mashed my cunt over her mouth, and my ass crack against her nose effectively shutting off her supply of air. Her tongue again licked my clit. Suddenly her body stiffened. Her legs flew even wider apart as Greg mounted her and nailed his rampant cock up her cunt.

"Oh fuck yes! Ram me with that hard cock, Stud. FUCK ME HARD, BABY. NAIL MEEEEEEEEE!!"

I was rapidly rising toward another orgasm, but Mona was already in the midst of her first as her vagina convulsed around my husband's plunging dick. "Remember," I growled at him, "no shooting off."

"Oh please, Amber. Let me cum. Please."

"Later. Not now. Do what I tell you, or I won't let you watch us any longer."

Actually, I was amazed when my husband mustered a huge amount of will power and pulled his dick out of Mona's erupting vagina. We were both gasping for breath when Greg took a seat on the couch beside a panting Mona. When he felt her wet cunt, she moaned. Her moans changed immediately to squeals of pleasure when his fingers penetrated her cunt.

"Get up on the arm of couch, Mona. Tell my wife to mount my cock reverse cowgirl. I want her to lean over and lick your pussy to orgasm while I fuck her."

"Oh fuck YES!" Mona wailed. Scrambling onto the arm of the couch, she spread wide and yelled at me, "Get on him... Get that hot cunt on his cock and lick me, Slut!"

My husband fucked me through two orgasms while I got Mona off twice. Again, I was amazed that Greg obeyed my command not to ejaculate. Mona fell away from my mouth after her second climax, and I lifted myself off my husband's still iron-hard cock. Truthfully, I was wild to have him cum inside me, but I knew that if I kept him hot, hard, and ready, it would speed his recovery.

With his rigid shaft swinging erotically in front of him, Greg went to the kitchen and brought us each a glass of the wine. "If you girls want this wine, I want to see your pussies. So spread wide both of you, and I'll let you have some wine."

"Oh yes. I love the way your husband thinks, Amber. I hope he decides to pump his load into me soon."

I leaned back against a table with my legs open while Mona staying perched on the arm of the couch with her legs splayed. My randy husband stared from my pussy to Mona's, back and forth. We were almost finished with the wine when he said, "I want to see both of you rubbing your clits until you cum. Please."

"Oh yes! You hot Stud. Watch me do it, Honey. Amber, you heard the man!"

For the next five minutes, my husband watched something most men only dream about seeing... two hot, sexy women, nearly naked, with their legs wide open, both finger fucking and rubbing their clits until their pussies erupted in a throbbing climax. Greg had to press his thighs together hard to prevent an explosive ejaculation.

Both of us masturbated for Greg's pleasure.

Mona stayed until early Monday morning. Neither of us wore a thing except our heels from Saturday morning until Monday morning when she returned home. We had spent the majority of the time pleasuring each other with our fingers, mouths, pussies, and a variety of toys.

The thing that got Greg off the most was watching us with our legs scissored feverishly grinding our clits and pussies against each other. The first time we did that on Saturday night, we didn't separate until I had had eight orgasms and Mona had had ten.

Watching us grinding of cunts together, our tits shaking with the intensity of our movements, and then hearing our screams as we came, sometimes separately, sometimes together, drove my husband wild. It had been nine days since I had permitted him to cum, even when he had his cock first in Mona's pussy and then later in mine. He had reached the limit of his control.

When Mona came for the tenth time and rolled away from me, exhausted, Greg was all over her. Rolling her onto her stomach, he grasped her hips and pulled them upward to put her pussy into position. Greg rammed into her cunt with such force that she erupted in another climax almost instantly.

Before my husband had exhausted himself and could not continue, he had been screwing us for an hour and a half, ejaculating twice inside each of us. We both took one of his huge loads up our pussies and one in our rectums. When Greg finally rose from the bed, he had fucked two women into near unconscious exhaustion. Neither of us could move. We just lay there on our backs, our legs still wide open, with Greg's loads flowing from out cunt and ass holes. When we finally managed to open our eyes look over at Greg, we found him slowly stroking his cock as he stared at our cunts. We both shivered with a mixture of excitement and fear that he would mount us and screw us for another hour or so.

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A Paris Vacation:

Early the following week during dinner, I shocked my husband by telling him that he would arrange to take seven days off from work.

"Why?" he asked.

"We're taking a long overdue vacation that I've already arranged. We leave on Friday and will return seven days later. We're going to Europe... more specifically, we going to spend five days in Paris. The other two days will be for the travel time. Remember, Greg, I'm in charge."

"Yes... Yes you are, and I want you to know that I love it. Ever since you started taking care of these decisions, my sexual problems have steadily decreased. I know everything isn't perfect yet, but obviously I'm making progress. Right?"

"What makes you think you're making progress, Honey?" I asked with a smile.

"Because... well... just because."

"Say it. That's an order. Why do you think you're making progress?"

"Because I fucked the asses off you and Mona this last weekend."

"You most certainly did, Honey. And we loved it!"

"So did I. So did I! I'll make the arrangements for backup to take care of my responsibilities during the vacation. There won't be a problem. It's been a long time since we've taken any time off. But why Europe? And why Paris? What do you have planned for Paris?"

"Sex, Darling, Sex with a capital 'S". Didn't you know that Paris is one of the sexiest, most liberated cities in the world. We're going to make a lot of fantasies, both yours and mine, become realities. We're going to have a fantastic vacation, Baby."

"Have you already made all the arrangements? Or do you need for me to do something?" my excited husband asked.

"I'm in charge, Honey. I've already taken care of every thing. In Paris, we'll be staying at the Hotel Park Lane in the central part of Paris. I've made reservations for us on two of the evenings we'll be in Paris at Club L'Overside, which is one of the newest exotic sex clubs in the city. If we like it, we can make reservations for some other evenings. If not, we can cancel the reservations for the second night and do something else."

"Do you know anything about this club? I mean do you know what happens there?"

"Sex happens there, Honey. Lots of hot, exotic, and kinky sex. That's always been a huge fantasy of mine. Want me to tell you about the club?"

"Hell yes. That's why I asked."

"Well, it's couples only most evenings, but twice a week, they allow singles. It 60 euros per couple cover charge. The buffet is complementary. Drinks are extra. L'Overside has eight different sex salons that cater to different desires and tastes, so I'm sure we'll find several that we really like, Honey."

"Tell me about the different salons," Greg asked eagerly.

"They each have a different name, Greg. There's "The Backroom", which is a little salon without any lights. The room is filled with mattresses so interested couples can go there and have sex in complete darkness. Isn't that just incredibly erotic... having sex with someone you've never even seen?"

"Oh god yes. I'm already hard just thinking about it. Do you think we can fuck later?"

"Not yet, Lover. My therapy is working... really working. Let's give it a chance and in a few more months, I think I'll have my hot, randy husband back again. Anyway, another salon is called "The Cavern". It's a little alcove that can only accommodate two to four people, again in darkness. A woman can go there and take on one to three lovers at a time. Would you mind if I spent some time there?"

"Of course I don't mind. In fact, I can't wait. If it's dark, I can fuck you won't know it's me."

I laughed at that. "Don't get your hopes up, Honey. I would know you anywhere, darkness or no darkness. You've had that thick shaft of yours in me too many times for me not to know it's you. Next is "The Indian Salon". I have no idea why it's called that, but it's the only salon fitted with a two-way mirror. Voyeurs outside the room can see you having sex, but if you're in the room, you can't see the other people watching you. Then, there's "The Gallery". In that salon, you're surrounded by big mirrors on all sides."

"That sounds erotic... almost obscene."

"MMmmm... that's what I thought when I read about it on the internet. I can't wait to get laid in that room. "The Greek Salon" is the one for people who want to watch or occasionally participate. It has a large hexagonal bed in the center with comfortable seating on all sides to invite others to assist or participate."

"I'd love to sit around that bed watching you getting fucked and seeing others assisting or participating."

"I know. I promise to spend some time on that hexagonal bed for you, Honey. "La Roseraie" contains two beds head to tail separated by thin bars. An entire body cannot go through the bars but the hands and cocks can. Get the idea, Honey?"

My husband was now squeezing his cock through his pants. "Take it out, Honey, but don't cum. You know the rule." He jerked his zipper down and had his engorged and iron-hard dick out in a flash.

"The last two salons are "The Fetish Zone" and "The Mosaic". You can guess what the Fetish Zone is. It's got all the exotic stuff like a cage where a woman can be locked in place with her tits, ass, and pussy positioned for use by anyone who wishes to sample them. There are several beds with restraints for spread-eagling a woman or a man for use. The internet says there's a cross to which one or more persons can be bound and used. The Mosaic has two big beds and giant mirrors."

Greg's cock was now swollen and so hard the head was a dark, throbbing, deep purple knob.

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The Hotel Park Lane Paris was located near the Opera House, the department stores, and the Champs Elysees. While not as large as similarly priced hotels in the U.S., the accommodations were excellent with two large double beds, a spacious bath with both tub and shower, and a sitting area.

We had arranged an early morning flight leaving the U.S. at 6 AM and flying non-stop to Paris. With the seven hour flight time and the 7 hour time differential, we arrived in Paris at 8 PM, Paris time. Since it was only 1 PM, our time, we were fresh and ready to go.

Having made all the arrangements via the internet well in advance, we had reservations for Club L'Overside where we would enjoy an excellent buffet and then erotic entertainment in the dance club or in one of L'Overside's eight different sex salon areas.

In order to insure that Greg had a wonderful time, I had told him that he was free to do whatever he wished. If that was just stay with me and either watch or participate when I was having sex, that was fine. If he wanted to invite another woman, I would help him if he needed my assistance.

We had both purchased new wardrobes for the trip. Mine consisted of outrageously sexy outfits and Greg's were equally erotic provided one considered the difference in men and women's normal attire. For example, his slacks on our first night in Paris were even tighter than the ones he wore at home. The material molded every ridge of his cock, particularly when he had a hard erection. His shirt was open at the neck and cut so as to exhibit his now very pronounced muscles and trim body. I had no doubt that my husband was going to attract a good share of female attention at the L'Overside tonight.

For my part, I selected a short, white dress with a hemline six inches above my knees. The plunging neckline exposed over half my breasts. I decided to go without stockings and just wear a black thong, demi-bra, and four-inch heels. When Greg saw my outfit, he got an erection. I stared at his large bulge with his cock perfectly molded by his tight, clinging slacks and said, "Thank you, Honey. That's the kind of compliment I like best."

If the bodice had been another inch lower, my tits would have fallen out of the dress.

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We arrived at L'Overside around 9:15 PM, Paris time and were greeted cordially at the door. Since the buffet ends at 10:30 PM, we immediately went to the dining area and were delighted to find that the buffet being served was outstanding. Considering the erotic activities that were in store for us, neither Greg nor I wanted to be stuffed, but the food was so delicious that we both had to be careful

The only negative from my point of view was that I found that in spite of my short, white dress, heels, thong, and half of my tits exposed, I was overdressed for the club. Most of the women wore even more revealing outfits. Some wore tops that were totally transparent. Others wore outfits that didn't cover their breasts at all. Several women were wearing skirts so short, they failed to reach the top of their thigh-high stockings. If that weren't enough, when the women wearing those short skirts bent over just a little, it was obvious that, in addition to showing everything else, they weren't wearing any panties either.

Leaning over, I whispered to Greg, "Have you noticed what some of the women are wearing... or maybe I should say, what they aren't wearing?"

"Have I noticed? I've been iron hard ever since we walked in the front door. I've seen more naked cunt in the last 20 minutes than I've seen in the last 10 years, not counting porn pictures or video."

"I know. The next time we come here, you can bet I'll be wearing something different, Honey."

After we both felt that we had had enough to eat, we visited the dance club. Considering how many people were at the buffet, the crowd wasn't nearly as large as I had expected... at least it wasn't until I figured out that most of the guests were probably in one of the sex salons. Nevertheless, there were still quite a few people present.

Even though it was a "couples only" night at L'Overside, none of the couples seemed to be staying together. The only exception seemed to be Greg and I. All the rest of the men were circulating around the club checking out the women and selecting the one they wanted to ask to dance and later, I was certain, to fuck.

One sexy, virile looking guy with dark hair and closely shaved stubble covering his face had apparently selected me. He smiled. I smiled back, and he made a bee-line to our table. Ignoring my husband, he said, "Bonsoir, mon chéri. Dansons."

"I'm an American, but I do speak some French. I'd love to dance."

"Excellent," he replied. "Let's dance. I'm Max."

"Hello, Max. I'm Amber."

Once we were on the dance floor, he held me close, crushing my breasts against his chest as his hands roamed freely over my ass. His cock was average in size, but it was very hard, and he was grinding it into my mound forcefully, almost as if he were trying to fuck me right through my dress.

"Why are you wearing such concealing clothes," he asked. "Women don't wear that much here at L'Overside."

"It's my first time here. I didn't know. When we come again, I won't wear so much."

"Bon. Good."

Pressing closer and moving my mouth near his ear, I whispered, "I could pull my dress up around my hips now while we dance. Would that help?"

"Absolument! Absolutely!"

Stepping back just a couple of steps in front of him, I slowly pulled my dress up to my hips so that only the tiny black thong concealed my pussy.

Max stared right at my thong while I stared at his hard erection.

"You have gorgeous legs, Amber. That's the first thing I noticed when I was approaching your table. How large are your seins? Your tits... how big?"

"34DD. Would you like to see them?"

"But of course. I had planned to take them out of your dress while we dance, but I would enjoy watching you remove them."

Slowly, as sensuously as possible, I pulled the bodice of my dress downward until the tops of my nipples came into view. Then, I stopped and let him stare. After a moment, he gestured with his hand that I should finish the job, which I did. When both of my tits were exposed, I cupped them for him.

Max licked his lips while looking at my tits. I licked mine while staring at his throbbing bulge.

"Magnifique!" he whispered in awe. I didn't need a translation for that.

"Now your ass. Turn around and let me see it."

Turning away from him, I bent over at the waist aware that with the thong sunk deeply between my buttocks, my entire ass was exposed. While bent over, I looked up at our table and saw Greg squeezing his cock through his tight pants as he watched his wife exposing herself to this total stranger.

I couldn't resist wiggling my hips as Max stared at my naked ass.

Max took his time examining my ass. The longer I stayed bent over for him, the wetter my pussy was becoming. This was more than just sexy... it was awesomely hot... almost depraved.

"Your thong, pull it aside, Amber so I can see your cunt."

I didn't hesitate a second. I wanted to expose my pussy for Max. Many of the women already had theirs on display when they arrived. Mine had been concealed far too long already. Reaching back, I pulled the strap of the thong out from between my cheeks and stretched it to one side with my right hand. With my left, I spread my ass cheek so Max could see everything.

My vagina and clit were throbbing while I held myself open for Max.

"Oh yes! Beautiful. Come with me, Amber." Using his hand on my ass and cunt to lead me, Max moved us off the dance floor toward the Indian Salon. As we walked, his hand pressed firmly against my naked ass. After a few steps, I felt his thumb enter my vagina and his fingers rubbing my clitoris. I moaned the entire way to the salon while my husband watched us from our table.

Max wasted no time once he had me in the Indian Salon. We weren't the only couple in the room. On one of the couches, a large black man had a pretty brunette bent over on her knees on the couch with her ass thrusting back toward her partner. She was looking over her shoulder and thrusting back at him as his large black shaft plunged in and out of her receptive cunt. She shrieked softly every time he drove his cock into her.

The woman hissed with pleasure every time the black shaft sank into her pussy.

Max leaned close and whispered, "I think she's enjoying it."

"I know she is. She's about to cum."

"Yes. Do you want to watch and see him fill her cunt with his load?"

"I'd rather spend the time feeling your cock fucking me."

It wasn't necessary for me to give Max any more encouragement than that. He led me over next to the wall opposite from where the black guy was fucking the brunette and said, "Bend over. Stick your ass up high... head down."

I heard myself moan as I bent over moving my feet further apart in the process to give Max better access to my pussy. As soon as he had me bent over, his thumb began working rapidly inside my vagina while his fingers strummed my clitoris. I was already so turned on and hot, I was shuddering in less than a minute.

Max's fingers brought me to my first orgasm in just a few minutes. But I wanted more... a lot more!

"Cum, you hot Bitch," Max hissed finger fucking me even harder. My vagina and clitoris erupted in hard spastic contractions in less than a minute after he had ordered me to cum.

"Mon Dieu!" he exclaimed. "Your vagina is throbbing so hard it feels like you haven't had an orgasm in some time. Is that correct?"

"Yessss," I hissed. Four days now. Don't stop. Please... don't stop. I'll cum again soon."

"Yes you will, Amber, but not on my fingers." I almost climaxed again just from his telling me that. "Bend over further, Amber. I want your head down around your calves but keep your legs straight."

I bent over as far as I could and felt Max pull my ass a little higher. Then, I felt the head of his cock swabbing up and down the length of my swampy pussy. "Ooohhh god, Max. Put it in me! Fuck me now!" Max snapped his hips forward while pulling me back hard against his plunging cock. It stretched me open and entered easily. Once inside my pussy, Max slammed into me until he was buried balls deep in my hot hole.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH.... OOOHHHHH... YESSSS! LIKE THAT, LOVER... AAAHHH! God! That feels fantastic. MMMmmmm.... fuck me hard, Baby. Give it to meeee!!"

As he was fucking me, Max reached around my hips and found my clitoris. His fingers danced over my engorged organ in time with his thrusts into my vagina. It only took me a couple of minutes to reach my second climax. My body shuddered as I moaned over and over, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! ... cumming... I'm cumming."

It really wasn't necessary for me to tell Max I was having an orgasm. With my vagina pulsing around his cock, he could hardly miss it. When he felt my pussy throbbing, his strokes increased in speed and force. I grunted every time his cock thudded into the bottom of my hole.

It seemed like some kind of wired connection had to exist between my mouth and the bottom of my pussy because every time Max's cock sank into me and his balls slapped against my clit, my mouth would fly open and another hissing moan would erupt. Then, when he pulled out for his next stroke, my mouth would close.

Each time the cock rammed into the bottom of my cunt, my mouth flew open in a hissing scream.

Although Max had good staying power, it wasn't infinite. After screwing me hard and fast for five minutes or so, I felt his cock beginning to jerk and throb inside me. His strokes slowed, but increased in force. Then, with one hard thrust, he buried his cock deep inside my convulsing cunt and began spewing his load into me. Again and again, I felt his shaft contract. After several such hard contractions, I could feel the semen being forced out of my vagina and running down to form a cum rope that dangled for a moment from my clit before breaking and falling to the floor.

He staying inside me for several minutes after he had finished just letting his rod soak in our combined juices. I stayed bent over for him in case he decided to fuck me again. But, with all the other pussies available in the club, one fuck per man was all I could expect, and it was all I got.

After withdrawing his penis from my pussy, he pulled my right leg high in the air until my heel rested on a small ledge. The position completely exposed my ass and pussy to anyone in the room as well as to any voyeurs who were watching through the one-way mirrors. "Stay in this position for at least five minutes, Amber, so the other men can check you out. I doubt that it will be more than a few minutes before you have another lover. You're a really hot fuck, Amber. Hope we can get it on again before you leave Paris."

With my leg raised, my ass and pussy were on display to all the men in the room and to those watching through the one-way mirror.

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I had lost sight of Amber after she had left the dance floor. When I had last seen her, she was walking toward the salon area beside some guy who had his hand on her ass. That had been about 10 minutes ago. Not knowing what else to do, I just sat back down at our table and sipped a glass of red wine.

At that point, I saw a gorgeous Eurasian woman approaching. She was a dark-skinned, voluptuous beauty. Briefly, I considered asking her to sit down, but decided against it since I knew that such a beautiful woman had to be with a man. To my shock, she walked directly toward me. When she saw my eyes on her, she smiled warmly and continued walking toward me until she took a seat on the couch right beside my table. With her legs crossed high on her thighs and half of her big tits on display, she was an erotic vision of beauty and sensuality.

I had a hard time believing this gorgeous woman was sitting beside my table allowing me to stare at her fantastic tits and legs.

"Pourquoi vous assoyez-vous à cette table seule?" she asked abruptly.

My three courses in French at the university weren't nearly enough to make me fluent, but I could remember some words, phrases, and grammatical syntax... at least enough to realize that the gorgeous woman wanted to know why I was sitting here alone. I decided to just tell her the truth... that I was waiting for my wife.

"J'attends ma femme. Elle dansait il y a quelque temps."

She nodded and then asked, "Est-ce qu'elle est un grand, beau blond?"

That was easy to translate. She wanted to know if my wife was a tall, beautiful blonde. I answered in the affirmative and introduced myself.

"Oui, elle est un grand, beau blond, et merci. Je suis Greg... et vous?"

She gave me another one of her dazzling smiles and replied, "Maria. Vous êtes un américain, n'est pas?"

"Hi, Maria. "Oui, I'm an American. My sincere apologies for my poor French."

"Not at all. Your French is much better than that of most Americans, but my English is better than your French. So, let me go back to my first question. Why is a handsome, sexy man like you sitting here alone?"

"Well, as I said, my wife was dancing, but I've lost track of her. So, I'm sitting here waiting for her to return."

"Don't worry about your wife, Greg. She's in the Indian Salon, and I doubt that she'll be back anytime soon. My guess is that it will be at least two hours, or more likely, even longer.

"Are you sure? How do you know? You've never met Amber... that's my wife."

"When I asked you if she was a tall, beautiful blonde, you said 'yes'. There are very few blondes here, and Amber is surely the most beautiful one. I saw her leaving the dance floor with Max and going to the Indian Salon. When I passed that salon on my way here, I saw them through the one-way mirrors."

"And you think she won't be back for two hours or more?"

"She's being fucked, Greg. She's very beautiful, and she's new to the club. Every man here wants to fuck her."

"So why are you alone? You're the most sensuous and gorgeous woman I've seen in a long time."

"Same reason you're alone, Greg. My husband is with two of his favorite women. If he sees Amber, he may change his mind about who is his favorite pussy at L'Overside," she said with a sexy grin. "Are you aware that all the women who have seen you walking around looking for your wife are hoping you will ask them for sex."

"Really? Frankly, I'm surprised. Back in the states, I'm not accustomed to women having wild desires to have sex with me."

"In France, mon Chéri, women are far more aggressive and less inhibited about sex than in the United States. Very, very few married women in France are faithful throughout their marriages."

"I guess I was aware of that, but still, why me? I see numerous men here who are more handsome and younger than I am."

Now she laughed, not derisively but with mirth. "Men never understand women and what excites them. It is certainly true that many men here are younger than you, but being in your mid-30s means you are experienced and know how to please a woman, yes? Also, those younger men are not wearing such provocative and sexy pants as you and most importantly, they are not walking around L'Overside with a huge, hard erection. Hard erections excite women... at least in France, they do."

"Well, thank you. You certainly know how to build up a man's ego. Would you like to dance?"

"I would like to dance with you, Greg, but on one condition."

"And that is?"

"That you take me to the Gallery Salon after we dance and allow me to take care of that hard problem you have inside your pants."

"Now that's an offer that I can't refuse. Shall we?"

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Max had been right. He hadn't been out of the room more than a minute before another man was fucking me. He had approached me without saying a word. One moment, I had my foot up on the ledge still panting from the fierce screwing Max had given me. The next moment, there was hand covering and squeezing one of my breasts and a second hand stroking my labia and clitoris.

Automatically, I arched my hips. Two fingers slipped into my well-lubricated vagina. "Ooohhhh ... mmmmmmmm... aaahhhh," I moaned softly. Then his fingers left my pussy only to be quickly replaced with a very hard cock. He didn't feel as big as Max, but he was hard, and the way he drove it into me with slow, but very firm strokes, had me groaning with pleasure.

When I started to lower my leg, he slapped my ass and told me to keep my foot up on the ledge.

From somewhere behind me, I heard male voices speaking French but obviously urging the man to fuck me harder. Whatever they were urging him to do, he giving it to me so hard... so fast. "Oooohhhh yessss.... fuck me harder, Honey. Ram meeeeeeee!"

Every time he rammed his cock into me, he grunted, "Ugh... Ugh... Ugh! ... UGH!" I felt his cock expanding inside my pussy as his strokes slowed. He rammed me hard and kept it buried in me as it jerked... once... twice... then, he yelled, "Ici il vient la salope... UGH! UGH! HERE IT COMES, SLUT! BIG LOAD GOING IN!"

His cock was smaller than Max's, but his load was larger, much larger, as he flooded my erupting pussy.

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As soon as we moved into each others arms on the dance floor, Maria began grinding her body against mine, moaning softly as she did it and whispering hot words and phrases in my ear... some in English... some in French.

"Oh yes... Greg. I love the feel of your hard cock against my pussy. Mmmmm... Put your hands on my ass... feel me... aaahhh... yes... like that. Go inside my thong, mon Chéri... ohhhh yess. Sentez mon chatte... feel my cunt."

When I moved my hand between her thighs, she stopped dancing, spread her legs wider, and just swayed to the soft music. Her pussy was an absolute swamp. Juices were seeping out wetting my hand. "Your pussy feels luscious... incredibly wet. Have you been recently fucked?"

"No... not yet. But I hope you change that very soon. Aaaahhhh... yesss... Oh Oh... Mon Dieu! If you keep rubbing my clitoris like that, Darling, you're going to make me cum right here on the dance floor."

"Good. I've always wanted to make a beautiful woman cum on a dance floor. But I think your tits should be out first."

"OOoohhhh... do it!" she hissed in my ear. "Oh Dieu oui! Sortez mes seins!"

I opened her blouse completely and removed both of her tits. Her nipples were dark, erect, and very hard. Hefting them, I stroked her nipples bringing moans of pleasure from her mouth. When my fingers returned to her clitoris while I was squeezing and twisting her nipples, her body began to tremble. Several couples near us stopped dancing and watched as Maria approached an orgasm.

"Take off her blouse and skirt before you make her cum," one man to my right urged.

"Yes. YES!" Maria agreed. "Take them off... right here. Hurry! I'm on fire!"

With her blouse already fully open, all I had to do was pull it from her shoulders. The skirt unzipped in back. One quick pull, and it was open. A moment later, it pooled around her feet, and she stepped out of the garment leaving her naked except for a small, black thong, thigh-high stockings, and her five-inch heels.

Maria's naked body was shaking with her need to climax.

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly now. Her breath was coming in tortured gasps. "Please, Greg. Finish me! MAKE ME CUM! FINISH ME!"

With my hand inside her thong working two fingers over her clitoris while I pulled and sucked on her nipples, she began to shudder violently. I had to stop squeezing her nipple and breast and use my arm to support her while I brought her to a loud, moaning climax with my fingers working in and out of her vagina and over her throbbing clit.

She continued to shudder and moan for over a minute. Finally, she wrapped her arms around my neck and groaned. "Take me to the Gallery Salon and fuck me, Greg. Please."

We left the dance floor with me leading her with my fingers inside her pussy. Women all around me moaned when they saw how I was leading Maria to the Gallery Salon, where they all knew I would fuck her. Some were openly rubbing their clits as they watched. One woman moved close to me as we passed and whispered, "Baisez-moi ensuite, s'il vous plaît."

When I recalled the translation, my cock got so hard it hurt. "Fuck me next, please!" She had begged.

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I was still in the Indian Salon with a dozen people watching through the one-way glass. I had already been screwed by three men, and was currently riding my fourth man. His dick was easily the largest of the four. It was very thick and about nine inches. Even as wet and open as I was, it still took a full minute to working together to get his entire length buried up my eager vagina.

After the second stud had fucked me while I still had my heel mounted high on the ledge, I collapsed to the floor from the sheer exhaustion. It's always taxing to be fucked while standing up, and getting it twice that way from two wildly excited men left me gasping for breath.

With several men waiting for a chance to get between my legs, I wasn't given much chance to rest. Five minutes after the second man had finished, a really handsome, virile-looking stud had put me on my back on one of the couches. When he moved behind me, I thought he was going to fuck me in spoon fashion, but he opted to give it to me side-saddle while he held my right high in the air to him access to my pussy. As randy as he was coupled with the sensuous, swampy feel of my twice-fucked pussy, he only lasted about 10 minutes before filling his condom.

The movie star-handsome stud made me cum four times before he emptied his balls into the condom.

Having finally worked all of his huge shaft into my pussy, my present lover was holding my hips and fucking up into me with hard, fast, deep strokes. Every time his thick, powerful sex spike powered into my hole, I couldn't suppress the hissing moan of hot female pleasure that erupted from my mouth. When his fingers entered my ass, I had my first hard climax.

I knew several men were kneeling right behind me watching the huge cock disappearing again and again inside my cunt. I wondered how many more were watching through the one-way glass as he fucked me.

I felt his dick beginning to throb hard inside me. At the same time, he began to growl and grunt as men always do when they're about to plant seed into a hot pussy.

"Are you ready?" I groaned. "I'm about to cum again. Cum with me, Stud. Shoot it! Finish me! NOW!"

My vagina erupted a moment later in hard spastic contractions around his plunging sex gun. Gurgling grunts erupted from his mouth as he rammed inside me balls deep. I was still throbbing in my climax when his sex gun fired off inside me.

As soon as the big cock began to wilt and then slip from my vagina, a powerful pair of hands lifted me off the gasping body of my most recent lover and laid me gently on one of the floor mats in the room. I assumed that the guy would mount and fuck me immediately, but he was more considerate.

For the next ten minutes, he massaged and oiled my body with his magic hands. After 10 minutes of that treatment, he had me purring with pleasure even though he still hadn't touched my pussy. He did, however, spend a lot of time caressing, massaging, and oiling my big tits and after he had rolled me onto my stomach, my ass.

His hands moved to my pussy. My ass arched up off the floor mat when his fingers slipped inside my labia and rubbed the oil into my folds and over my now ultra-sensitive clitoris. When he had me groaning with need and my ass thrusting up and down on the mat, his fingers finally slipped inside my vagina and found my G-spot.

"GGAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! OOoohhhhh Fuck! That's fantastic!! Do me! AAAHHHHHHH... I'm gonna cum," I wailed.

"Not on my fingers, you're not," he told me firmly. If you're ready to cum, you're going to do it on my cock. Are you ready?"

"Yesssssssss.... hurry. Put it in me! Fuck me hard. I don't need anymore foreplay. SCREW ME!" I screamed.

As soon as his cock entered me, I exploded in an intense orgasm. His cock continued to stroke me through my orgasm. When it abated, his hips went into overdrive. Over the next 10 minutes, I got the hardest fucking I had had during the evening. Every stroke jarred my body backwards and caused my tits to bounce wildly.

He came twice before he finally finished fucking me. I got off another three times.

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Maria was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked save for her stockings and heels. She had her legs wide open so I and the others in the salon could see her pussy and engorged clitoris. She never took her eyes off of me as I slipped out of my shirt and then opened my pants. When I pulled the pants down below my cock and she saw that I wore no briefs or shorts, she moaned and thrust her hand against her cunt.

Maria spread wide to exhibit her awesomely beautiful body.

"Oh that is soooo sexy, Greg. I love it! Mon Dieu! No wonder men like for women be without panties. I never realized how much it would turn me on to see a man with nothing concealing his hard cock except his tight pants."

The more she talked, the harder my dick became. "Oh fuck. It's getting even harder. How can that be? Never have I seen a man's organ so big... so thick... and so HARD! Bring that gorgeous thing over here and put it in my mouth, Lover."

Maria opened her mouth wide before I had even reached her. Her tongue shot out and licked around and around her lips, wetting them, preparing them to take my shaft. Her hand moved to her mouth and, while her tongue licked it, she rubbed it all over her lips. She continued wetting her lips as her other hand closed around my throbbing shaft.

"Ooohhhhh... Oooohhhh... Magnifique! So thick... so hard. Mon Dieu! I cannot even get my hand around it! My mouth. Mon bouche. Put it in my mouth!:

Maria pulled my cock toward her wide open mouth as I held her head and pushed it inside. Her eyes flew open as her lips had to stretch even more to take me inside. Holding her head steady, I pushed three inches of cock into her mouth. She grunted, saliva sliding out the corners of her mouth as she struggled to take me inside.

"Ooommppffff.... ooommppffff," came the unintelligible, gurgling groans from Maria's tightly plugged mouth. I pushed in two more inches.

Maria gagged and chocked as the thick shaft entered her mouth and pressed against her throat, but she didn't pull back.

"UUNNGGHH... MMMmmppppfffff... OOMMPPFFF"

I felt the head of my cock pressing against her throat. Her chest heaved hard as she retched and gagged. When she tried pull her head back, I held it in place. "Suck it," I commanded.

Maria's cheeks hollowed as she sucked and jacked the last three inches of my dick that were still outside of her mouth. Her hand was now moving feverishly between her thighs as more groans issued from her tightly plugged mouth.

Holding the back of her head in place, I slowly forced another inch of dick into her mouth. The head of my cock was now partially in her throat. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at me. Her body began to tremble as her orgasm approached. I gave her another half inch. Her vagina began to throb in another orgasm.

I kept my cock in her throat as her body shook and trembled in her climax. When it ebbed somewhat, I pulled out of her mouth and let her stare at my rock-hard shaft. Her saliva and my precum fluids dripped from the head as the entire length of my dick throbbed and pulsed only inches from her eyes.

"Ooohh Fuck!" she groaned. "That is the hottest, sexiest sight I've every seen! Put that cock in me, Greg. Please. Any hole. Just fuck me with it. I can't wait any longer. Please. Stick it in meeeeeee!"

"On your knees," I ordered. "Ass up in the air. Now!"

As Maria scrambled to get into position for me, one of the other women in the room who had been watching her suck me, said to her lover, "Look how anxious the hot bitch is to get that cock up her cunt." Then, to me, yelled, "Stick it in her, mon Chéri! She'll cum as soon as that big cock enters her."

Pressing my cock head against the wet, open hole of her vagina, I pushed a half inch into her.

Maria came as soon as I entered her cunt.

"AAaahhhhhhh... .oohhhhh fuck meeeeee!" she wailed as her pussy began to throb. I pushed in two inches and Maria emitted a deep groan. When I gave her another inch, she began to cum. Holding her hips, I drove my entire length into her pulsing hole. Maria's fingers clawed the bed sheets as she howled with pleasure. I pulled back and rammed back into her hole several times causing her fingers to clutch the bed sheets and wrap them around her fists.

When I began fucking her with hard, steady strokes, she never stopped emitting small, shrill cries of pleasure each time her pussy was stretched and entered. I heard the woman beside me urged me on:

"Fuck her, Lover. Fuck her hot cunt. You're making her cum on every stroke. Her tits! Look at her big tits swing back and forth," she yelled at her lover.

Maria's tits swung back and forth as her vagina clamped hard around my dick.

One of the other men on the bed, an Australian who had been watching me fuck Maria, moaned, "Put her on her side and lift her leg, Mate, so we can see your cock fucking her cunt."

She was so small, I had no problem lifting her with one arm around her waist and rolling both of us onto our sides. As soon as she was on her side, she lifted her left leg high in the air and smiled at the Australian, "Is this what your had in mind, Monsieur?" When he nodded, she added, "Move closer, mon Chéri, so you can see his huge dick stretch me open and sink into my wet cunt."

Maria was grunting as I began shagging her hot hole.

He did move across the bed until his eyes weren't more than a foot away from the connection between Maria's body and mine. "Lick her clit, Mate," I hissed. We'll make her explode."

When I said that, I felt Maria's vagina begin contracting hard around my plunging cock. Just the thought was already exciting her to a fever pitch. When the Australian's tongue made contact with her throbbing and swollen clitoris, her screams of ecstasy filled the room.

"SHE'S CUMMING! HARD!" the Australian announced when he felt her clit going into hard, repeated spastic contractions.

"Oh HELL YES!" I yelled when I felt the harder contractions of her vagina around my dick. "Lick her harder," I urged as I pounded my cock in and out of her hole as hard and as fast as I could. Maria was grunting and shrieking as her orgasm engulfed her body and turned it into a shuddering mass of female flesh.

The Australian and I let her finish her climax before I turned her onto her back and nailed my rod back into her still pulsing cunt. "Stick your cock in her mouth, Mate. Let her suck you. Let me know when your ready, and we'll cream her together."

I loved the way Maria spread for me.

It didn't take us long. I finished first ejaculating in a torrent of thick streams of sperm-filled semen. The load spewed deep into Maria's cunt, filling it full. Soon, it was flowing out the between my dick and the lips of her pussy. As my sixth jet of cum pumped into her, I heard the Australian grunt several times. Maria's throat was working hard to swallow his load. Finally, he helped her by jerking his dick out of her mouth and shooting the remainder of his load all over her face and tits. When I withdrew, thin rivers of semen seeped out her cunt and ran down her ass cheeks while the Australian's load was cascading down her face and breasts.

Maria's face and tits were thoroughly creamed.

Maria's pussy was also full of cum.

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An hour and a half after I had left the dance floor with Max, I was back at our table waiting for my husband to show up. Just when I was about to start looking for him, Greg sat down beside me. When I turned, his lips met mine in a torrid, passionate kiss, which I returned even harder than he had kissed me.

"MMMmmmm... now that's the way I like for my husband to say hello to me."

"It's the way I love saying hello to you. Did you have fun?"

When I thought about what I had been doing for almost two hours, I blushed and looked away from my husband. He waited patiently. Finally, I turned to face him again and said softly, "I'm afraid I had a lot more fun than I should have, Darling. I'm sorry."

"I'm not. Thinking about what you were probably doing kept me hard as steel all the time you were gone. How many?"

"Six," I whispered. "God! I'm so sorry," I said again.

"You are? Why? Did they hurt you?"

"No, they didn't hurt me. They just made your slutty wife cum... again and again. I just couldn't stop, I was so excited and so turned on."

"Oh shit, that's so hot. Now, I'm hard again."

"Did you fuck any of the women here?" I asked.

"I hadn't planned on hitting on any of them, but a gorgeous Eurasian woman picked me up. It was these pants you made me buy. I was walking around looking for you, and the more I looked, the harder I got thinking about the fact that you were somewhere being fucked. Maria saw my pants molded around my cock. She got turned on by its thickness and how hard it was, so she essentially picked me up."

"Oh shit, that's so hot! Now, I'm getting wet again. Where did you go to fuck her?"

"We danced, and I stripped her on the dance floor to just her thong, stockings, and heels, and then masturbated her right there on the dance floor with a dozen people watching. After she had cum, she begged me to take her to the Gallery Salon and fuck her."

"Ooohhh god... OOoohhh... go on, Honey. Tell me everything." I slipped my hand under my dress and began to rub my clit.

I fucked her doggy, side saddle, and missionary in the Gallery Room. An Australian guy joined us and licked her clit while I fucked her. Then she sucked him off while finished screwing her."

"Did you cum inside her cunt?"

"Yeah. I was too hot to stop and put on a condom. Did all the men use condoms with you?"

"Half did... half didn't." Was she the only one you were with?"

"No. Another woman who was watching us in the Gallery wanted to have sex with me. She sucked me for awhile and then rode me. I think she came five or six times. Not sure."

I leaned closer to my husband and moaned in his ear, "I'm on fire, Darling. Please fuck me. I want your cock in me."

"Let's go to the Backroom and do it in the pitch dark. Who knows what might happen. Ok?"

"OOooohhhh god... have I got a sexy husband or what? Hurry. Let's do it."

We held hands and practically ran to the Backroom Salon.

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A set of individual closets were just outside the entry to the Backroom Salon. The clothing hanging in some of the closets made their purpose obvious. With the salon in total darkness, it would be difficult to undress once inside, not to mention the problem of finding your own clothes when you were ready to leave.

I watched as my sexy husband took off his tight, form-fitting sweater. His tight pants again molded his raging erection perfectly. I had no problem understanding why the Eurasian woman Greg had fucked was so turned on. It was a pussy-wetting sight to see that big, throbbing shaft tenting his pants and perfectly outlined by the material.

"Oh fuck! You look so sexy," I gasped in my husband's ear. "Hurry. Take off your pants. I want to see it."

Even though the pants molded every curve, the material was elastic and easily pulled over his narrow hips and down his legs. As soon as his pants moved below his crotch, his 8-inch, hard fuck stick surged out... rigid... hard... ramrod stiff with precum seeping from the big head. "Oh you sexy hot, Stud! I want that! In my cunt! In my mouth! In my ass! Hurry!"

"Not yet. It's your turn. Lose the dress, Amber. I can't wait to see you naked... hot... wet... freshly fucked and full of cum."

Unzipping the dress, I stepped out of it. Except for my heels, I was naked. My nipples were red and swollen from being pinched, twisted, pulled, and sucked by six hot, randy men. My blood-engorged labia protruded from between my thighs more than usual from the near constant friction of six different cocks fucking me over the last two hours. Although my husband couldn't see it, my ass hole was also puckered and open from three of the men fucking me in my ass.

"My god! You're out-of-this-world beautiful, sexy, luscious. And I love the sensuous aroma of your freshly-fucked cunt. Just smelling you would be enough to get my cock hard as iron if wasn't already that way. I thought you were wearing a thong though?"

"I was, Honey, but I think Max took it as a souvenir to tack up on his wall."

"Max?"

"He's the guy who asked me to dance. He was the first to screw me in the Indian Salon."

"I don't blame him. I would have taken your thong too. You know how much I love having you wear your heels when we're in bed, but you'd better take them off. In the total darkness, you might injure someone with those spike heels."

I nodded realizing that my husband was right. I put my heels on top of my dress, kissed Greg, stroked his iron-hard dick, and led him into the darkness of the Backroom Salon with my hand wrapped around his shaft.

The entryway was a double door. After entering a small room, you couldn't open the second door leading to the salon until the door to the small room was securely closed and room plunged into total darkness. This ensured that no light would ever enter the salon, not even momentarily.

When we were inside, we found that entire floor area of the Backroom was covered with mattresses. The funky, musky aroma of cunt permeated the salon. The moans of women being fucked mixed with grunts of the men fucking them and filled the room.

Getting down on our hands and knees, we moved across the mattresses, feeling our way, until we found a clear area. Before we did, we felt up several couples engaged in various sex acts. No one seemed to mind when our hands would touch a tit, or a male ass, or a vagina filled with a plunging cock. Our groping around in the blackness just produced giggles and probing hands that felt our bodies as we had felt theirs.

By the time, we were settled onto an clear area, both of us were hotter than ever. "Honey, if we separate for whatever reason, let's hold hands so we don't lose each other," I suggested. Greg agreed, and then I felt his body on mine... sliding downward in the dark until his head was between my thighs. When I spread wider for him, my right leg bumped into the raised leg of a woman being fucked a few feet to my right.

As my husband's tongue spread the lips of my pussy apart and thrust inside my sex trench bringing moans of pleasure from my lips, the woman to my right moved her hand onto my inner thigh and began caressing me. I couldn't keep my hips still when Greg's tongue sought out my throbbing clitoris.

As my hips pumped in hot fuck motions, the woman's hand moved up to my breast and began working on my nipple. I could tell that she was riding the man's cock. Then, I heard her speak to her lover:

"La femme à côté de nous a son chatte léché. Je joue avec ses seins."

Suddenly, all my thoughts were centered on my erupting clitoris as I came all over Greg's face.

"OOOOooohhhh... don't stop, Greg. I'm cumming... oohhhhh fuckkk... I'm cumming!!"

Between moans, I told Greg what she had said. "She told her lover that I'm getting my pussy licked and that she's playing with my tits."

Backing his face away from my throbbing pussy for a moment, Greg groaned, "Oh fuck... that's so damn hot. I can hear them fucking."

"We are fucking, Honey. I'm riding his cock," the woman managed to gasp. "Shall we move closer?"

"Let's do it, Honey," I pleaded.

We scooted to our right while the other couple moved to their left. Soon, our bodies were pressed together. Greg rose on to his knees, moved between my thighs, and mounted me in missionary position. When he thrust his hips forward to penetrate me, he found my opening blocked by a male hand. The man was sensuously sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy while his thumb caressed my clitoris.

"It seems that I'm a little late," he moaned.

"I want both of you doing me. Put his cock into my cunt," I whispered to the man who was finger fucking me.

His hand quickly moved away from my pussy, and moments later, I heard Greg groan and the man say, "He's got a big, thick cock."

"Why is he groaning? What are you doing?"

"I'm playing with his cock... jacking him off. He's very, very hard. I'll put his cock into your cunt now."

I sighed with pleasure when I felt the man's fingers spreading my pussy open and inserting the head of Greg's dick into my hole. At the same time as Greg began fucking me, the man beside us slipped his hand between Greg's body and mine and began stroking my clitoris in time to the plunging strokes of the cock pumping my pussy. My groans changed quickly to loud screams.

"YES! YESS! FUCK MEEEEEEEE! RUB MY CLIT... OOOHHHH GOD... GONNA CUMMMM... GONNA CUMMM... AAAHHH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH! CUMMING!""

My vagina erupted in a long series of hard contractions. Halfway through my climax, the woman bouncing on top of the man beside us, began to grunt and wail as she erupted in a hard climax.

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After my husband had spewed his load into my throbbing vagina, he rolled off my body on to his back. I turned on my side and cuddled against him in the darkness.

"How did you like getting sloppy seventh's, Honey? Was my cream pie delicious?"

"Delectable. I loved the hot, slick, lubricated feeling of your pussy. When I heard the squishing noises my dick was making when it sank into your cum-filled vagina, that alone almost made me shoot off."

"Oh Lover... you really know how to push my buttons and get me hot. I was your third woman tonight?"

"Um-huh... the third and the very best."

I snuggled closer to Greg's warm body and pressed my tits into his chest while wrapping my hand around his now flaccid penis. I think I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes, because I suddenly heard Greg whispering to me: "What's happening?"

At first, I didn't understand his question, but then I felt my body being jarred back and forth slowly and rhythmically as a very large cock moved in and out of my pussy.

I moved my mouth close to Greg's ear and whispered, "I'm being fucked, Honey. Some guy is fucking me... very slowly."

Instantly, Greg's cock began to rapidly harden in my hand. "Is he big?" he asked in a hoarse, excited voice.

"Very... he feels huge! Aaahhh... he's pushing it back into me... ooohhh... he's going deeper now."

My fucker now lifted my right leg high in the air to give him total access to my pussy. "Feel his cock, Honey. Feel how big he is." I felt Greg reach between my legs. The man fucking me groaned. Greg's arm moved. The man groaned again... this time louder.

"You're right... he's fucking huge!"

"Aaahhh... he's pushing in more cock, Honey... aaahhhh... he's filling meeeeee!"

Behind me, the man groaned... "Oh Dieu! Votre chatte est très serré!"

"What did he say?" Greg asked.

"He said my cunt is very tight. That's because his cock is so fucking big! "C'est parceque vous êtes si grands," I groaned telling my lover what I had just told my husband. That must have turned him on because he rammed me harder sending more dick up my cunt.

The stranger's cock must have been several inches thick and 12 to 14 inches in lengh.

"GGaaahhhhhhhhh... I'm cumming... He's making me cum, Honey... AAahhh AAAHHH! OOohhhh god... how much more cock is there?"

Again, my husband's hand moved between my gaping thighs and felt the huge penis pumping in and out of my pussy. The man moaned when he felt Greg's hand stroking and feeling of his cock.

"About three more inches of prick is still outside you, Amber. Shall I tell him to stop?"

"Oh hell NO! Tell him to ram it all up my pussy." I didn't know if Greg remembered enough of his French to tell him that but he surprised me.

"Heurtez tout cela dans son chatte! BAISEZ-LA! BAISEZ-LA! BAISEZ-LA!"

As soon as the hot stud heard Greg telling him to ram all of his cock up my cunt and then urging him on by yelling FUCK HER! over and over again, he grabbed my hips, held me tightly in position and drove his entire length up my pussy.

"UUNNGGHHH! GGGHHAAAAAAAA! HE'S IN MEEEEEEEE! HUGE COCK IS IN ME, GREG. HE'S FUCKING THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR WIFE! AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

I came hard. He screwed my hole like a machine... pounding his length all the way into me.... dragging all but the head and one or two inches out of me and then slamming back inside me. The big cock head pounded my cervix jarring me against my husband's body. I came again.

"AAGGGHHHAAA!! JE DÉCHARGE DANS VOTRE CHATTE!!!"

Greg was now rubbing my clit as the man shot his load into my throbbing hole. "What did he say? What did he say?" Greg asked excitedly.

"He said he was cumming inside my cunt!"

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We rested for 10 minutes or so until Amber finally asked me, "Are you ready to go, Honey? It must be 2 AM or so."

"We're in France, Amber. I really want to clean the cream pie out of your pussy again. So let's do 69. You get on top of me and suck my cock while I lick out your pussy and get you off on my tongue."

"Oh yes!" I agreed. "It wouldn't be proper to be in a French sex club and not even do 69."

Amber quickly scrambled on top of me in the darkness, spread her thighs and settled her pussy and clit over my mouth. A moment later, her warm, wet, sucking mouth engulfed my rigid cock. The semen of her last big-cocked lover was still flowing out of her vagina in a small, but steady, stream. Eagerly, I lapped it up as it ran from her pulsing hole. Each time the stream ebbed for a few moments, I moved downward to her swollen clitoris and licked it... and then sucked it hard.

I got my wife off once before the American stud began fucking her to two more intense orgasms.

"AAahhh god... that's so good, Honey... lick my clit more, Baby. Please. I'm going drench your face, Greg."

Sucking hard, I pulled my wife's clit into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue. She gasped... then groaned... finally, she shrieked over and over as she came. Her juices poured out of her excited vagina and covered my face.

She was still throbbing in the aftermath of her orgasm when a pair of male hands felt my face and then moved higher where they encountered Amber's buttocks, ass, and wide open cunt. "Oh Yes! The man who sounded like he might be an American groaned when he felt Amber's throbbing pussy. "A hot, wet, throbbing cunt hole. Just what I need!"

He moved closer. His initial attempt to penetrate my wife missed the opening to her pussy in the dark and struck my nose. "Shit!" he groaned in frustration.

"Let me help," I said.

"Oh fuck yes! Stick me in her hot cunt!"

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, which seemed to be about seven inches and very thick, I jacked him off several strokes bringing moans of pleasure. I surprised myself by tilting my head back and pulling his hard cock down enough to let it sink into my mouth. Instantly, his hips snapped forward burying all seven inches of dick down my throat. It was my first cock.

Cupping his balls, I let him mouth fuck me several strokes before pulling him out and fitting the head of his cock into my wife's cunt.

"OOOOHHHH... Honey... I'm being fucked again... AAahhhh... He's giving it to meeeeee... fucking meeeeeee! Oh.. Oh... Oh.. Oh... I'm getting it, Darling... big cock ... in meeeeeeee... fucking meeeeeeee... aaahhhhhhhhh... aaahhhhhhhhh!"

The thick shaft plunged in and out of my wife's pussy not more than an inch or two above my face, but in the total darkness, I couldn't see a thing. I could, however, easily feel my wife's pussy beginning to throb and contract around the man's dick. I could also feel his balls slapping my nose each time he sank into Amber's pussy.

Amber was now sucking me furiously as her hips thrust back to take the cock hard and deep. Suddenly, the man jerked his shaft out of my wife's cunt and pushed it back into my mouth. I could smell the musky aroma of my wife's pussy on his dick and taste her juices. Opening my mouth wide, I let him fuck into my throat several strokes. Then, he pulled out and thrust back inside my wife's waiting hole.

Amber suddenly climaxed hard, her juices again dribbling over my face. I thought that would trigger the man's orgasm, but he fucked her right through her climax without slowing his strokes. When her passionate squealing died down, he again pulled out and entered my mouth. Now the pungent odor of her cunt was all over his cock and in my mouth as he forced his cock into my throat.

After 10 minutes or so of fucking my wife and then me... back and forth, he rammed into my wife's pussy and hissed, "Gonna cum... Gonna fucking cum. Shooting... Now! Take it, you hot Slut!"

I was gripping his buttocks when he ejaculated deep inside Amber's cunt. Each contraction shot in another stream. After three injections of sperm-filled semen, he pulled out and pushed his still throbbing dick into my mouth where he pumped in four more smaller jets of his load.

It was after 3 AM when we got back to the Park Lane Hotel. It took us less than 30 seconds to undress and collapse into the bed. We were both in a deep, exhausted sleep almost immediately.

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Shopping and A Party:

It was noon when we finally awakened. My husband had his usual morning erection and wanted to use it. "I'd like to fuck you," he whispered in my ear.

"Then get on me, Lover. Spread me and stick that big log up your wife's pussy."

Greg mounted me missionary and ordered me to put his cock up my cunt, which I quickly did. Once it was deep inside me, he began to fuck me, slowly at first and then with a gradually increasing tempo. On every thrust, his pubic bone ground into my clit sending chills and tremors through my body. His plunging cock raked over my G-spot on every stroke. After ten minutes, I began to cum.

Greg continued his steady accelerating pace hitting into me with powerful masculine authority. After 20 minutes of delicious screwing, my legs were high in the air and I was straining toward my third orgasm. When he was ready to unload, my legs were abruptly shoved down onto the bed well to the side of my tits folding me almost in half. My hot husband was fucking my brains out. I grunted... squealed... howled... cumming almost continuously... as my rampaging stallion filled my throbbing hole with his load.

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During breakfast, I asked him if there was anything he would like to do tonight? At that point, he told me that the Eurasian slut, Maria, that he had fucked at L'Overside had invited us to a party at her house in the country at 10 PM.

"I suppose you really want to go so you can get into that slut again," I teased.

"Actually, I'm not sure I want to go. Maria warned me that she liked to have a large group of young men at her parties to make sure the women don't have to go home unsatisfied. That sounds like I'm going to have to fight other guys off to have sex with you. I'm not really sure I can handle that."

I tried my best to conceal my eagerness to go to Maria's party by casually asking, "Did she say how many men she usually invited?"

"Yeah... she did." My husband went back to working on his eggs and pancakes.

"Well?" I asked after a few minutes. By that time, I could already feel the moisture between my thighs.

"She said she never knows how many invited guests will show up... just like us. We may or may not go."

Another few minutes passed. By that time, my clitoris had erected and was now pulsing with need. "So, did she say how many she had invited?"

Greg nodded, took another few bites of his remaining pancake, and finally replied, "She said she had invited five couples and 15 single men. So, if everyone accepts the invitation and shows up, it will be 6 women and 21 men, counting Maria and her husband. As I said, I'm not sure I want to go."

We were waiting for the check when I finally got up enough nerve to say what was on my mind. "Honey?"

"What?"

"If you decide that you don't want to go, would you mind terribly if I went alone?"

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After breakfast, we went out shopping. As we walked along, I loved the fact that most of the men we passed were checking me out. I had worn a patterned brown dress whose hemline came over two inches or so below my ass, matching thigh-high stockings, some sexy sandals with straps around my ankles and a four-inch stiletto heel. The top was held up only by a loop around my neck. Underneath the dress, I was naked, and every one of the Frenchmen I passed seemed to know that.

As more and more men looked at me, I began swinging my ass and smiling at them as they passed. After a bit, we stopped for coffee and a pastry at small cafe. When I took a seat, I wasn't careful about keeping my legs together. A moment later, at least two men in the cafe knew I wasn't wearing any panties.

When I knew I had the attention of the men, I crossed my legs high on my thigh and pretended to examine the menu. With all the leg and thigh I was showing off, a dozen men were staring at me with open, naked lust while doing their best to see into the darkness between my crossed legs.

A dozen pair of eyes were locked onto my legs...waiting... hoping.

None of them removed their eyes from my thighs. They waited, patiently, knowing that eventually I would have to uncross my legs. One man, bolder than the rest, grew impatient with my teasing. He stared straight into my eyes... drawing my attention to himself like a moth is drawn to a fire. Raising his hands, he held them toward me with the palms pressed together. Then, slowly, deliciously, he spread his palms apart while keeping the heels of his hands pressed together. My cunt began to throb. He was telling me silently to open my legs.

There was no way I could resist. My vagina, labia, and clitoris felt like they were on fire. Casually, trying to make it look accidental, I uncrossed my legs and spread them so the men could see my naked pussy.

I knew every man was staring at my cunt.

The man who had used his hands to tell me to open my legs smiled broadly and licked his lips. He took his time... allowing his tongue to sensuously slide over his top lip and then the bottom one in a circular motion. Without words, he was told me clearly that he wanted to lick my cunt and then, I was certain, to fuck it.

"What are you doing?" Greg whispered in my ear.

"I'm letting that sexy man across from us see my naked pussy, Darling. He used his hands to tell me to spread my legs... so I did. Now, I'm pretty certain that he wants to fuck me."

"And how do you plan to manage that in a public cafe in central Paris?"

"I don't, Honey. The fun is just showing off and getting him hard. He wants to fuck me, but he knows it's not possible. Shall we go?"

Before we got back to the hotel, I had spread my legs for several more men. After the last one, I groaned, "Oh Baby, I'm so hot and wet, I can't believe it. Take me back to the hotel before I let these guys fuck me right here on the street."

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As soon as we were back inside our hotel room, Amber told me to call room service and have some cheese, crackers, and coffee delivered to our room. Ten minutes later, a young bellhop arrived with the food. I answered the door and told him to put it on the table by the bed. Entering our room, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my wife sitting on one of the end tables with her heels resting on the corner of the bed, her dress up around her hips, and the top of her dress almost down to her waist.

My wife's nipples were both rock hard. Not only was her pussy on display, but also her wet slit. The bellhop stared between her open thighs, almost mesmerized by the erotic sight.

Amber's nearly naked body had the young bellhop hard and hot for her.

"Vous avez un chatte de regard délicieux, Madame," the man said with a leering smile.

"Speak English, s'il vous plait, so my husband can understand."

"Certainly, Madame." Turning to me, he said, "I said your wife has a delicious looking cunt. I love to fuck it. May I?"

"It's up to her. She's in control."

"I see." Turning back to Amber, he grinned and asked, "I would love to fuck your hot cunt, Madame. May I?"

"If you ask me, my answer is 'no'."

"I understand. I simply will not ask you then." He carefully removed his clothes and folded them neatly over the back of a chair. When he was naked with his six-inch cock iron hard and jutting straight up in the air, he turned back to my wife and said, "Come over here and suck my cock, Madame."

"Call me Amber."

"Very well... come over here and suck my cock, Amber. Take it all. Down your throat."

As my wife bent over the thrusting shaft of the bellhop, I got my own cock out and began to stroke it as I watched his thick shaft sinking into Amber's mouth. At first, she took about four inches of his dick. After her head bobbed up and down a few times, she was taking him all the way to his balls. I was sure the head of his cock was now in my wife's throat.

Amber's mouth had the guy's cock throbbing and ready to shoot very quickly.

"Stop!" he groaned. I don't want to shoot off in your mouth, Amber. I want to cum in your cunt. Get on the bed. On your back. Cradle your legs in fucking position."

I jacked off faster when I saw Amber getting on her back in female fucking position. She was so hot for it, she couldn't resist rubbing her clit as she waited for the bellhop to mount her.

When he moved between her thighs, she spread wider and opened her pussy with two fingers. I moved to the foot of the bed so I could see the penetration. The guy took his time... teasing my wife by swabbing his cock up and down the length of her slit and over her throbbing clitoris... until she finally hissed, "Stop teasing me, you Bastard. Stick your cock in me. Now!"

Amber wailed and thrust her ass upward to receive his cock when he pressed it into her hot hole.

As the thick shaft entered her cunt, the sight of her pussy lips stretching wide apart to receive the big cock head had me so hard it hurt. Once he was inside her tunnel, his ass went into overdrive. He fucked her hard driving her hips deep into the mattress on every thrust. My wife wailed, locked her legs around his hips, and exploded in an intense, long delayed orgasm. It only took him five minutes to ejaculate and fill her with his load.

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Naturally, I went with my wife to the party that evening. There was no way I was going to allow her to go off alone to some unknown house some where in Paris without me present to make sure she would not be hurt.

It was about a 35-minute cab ride to Maria's large home on the far outskirts of the city. The home was elaborately appointed. Obviously, Maria and her husband were very well fixed financially. I wondered if they had inherited their money of if they had earned it themselves. Although I had no evidence one way or the other, I felt rather confident that they had inherited their fortune.

As things turned out, it was even worse than I had feared. Two of the five couples Maria had invited had declined, which left Amber, Maria, and two other wives as the only women at the party. As I had expected, all 15 of the single men had accepted. So, instead of the ratio being 21 men to 6 women, it was now 19 men to 4 women. I cursed silently, but kept a bright smile on my face. Of course, Amber and the other women were having a ball flirting with all the men and flashing their tits, asses, and pussies.

As she had warned me the previous evening at L'Overside, Amber was dressed ten times hotter than she was before. All she wore was a sheer, elastic, transparent black teddy that molded every curve of her body and through which her nipples and all of her breasts could easily be seen. The teddy had black garter straps that held up her matching, sheer black stockings. Her feet were encased in black, platforms with a five-inch heel. She wore no bra and no panties.

The sheer teddy my wife wore exposed everything.

The teddy was so short that even when my wife stood straight, her full vulva still peeked from beneath the bottom of the teddy which also exposed half of her ass. The other women were similarly dressed and every one of the 19 men present had erections within a few minutes after entering the house.

I wore the same type of tight, clinging pants and T-shirt I had worn the previous night at L'Overside. So my erection was the most obvious one of all 19 men. Frankly, with only four women and 19 men, I didn't think it would help very much. I really doubted that I would do much more than watch the entire evening. To my great surprise and delight, I was wrong.

I was sipping a glass of excellent champagne trying to keep track of Amber without much success. She and the other two wives were surrounded by 18 eager males all hot to get between their thighs. Most of the time, I couldn't even see Amber for the men around her.

"Oh good. I was so afraid you wouldn't come," a soft, sensuous voice said from behind me.

When I turned I saw Maria, once more a vision of beauty in her clinging black dress. "Well, thank you, Maria, but with all these young studs here, I doubt that you would have missed me very much if I had not come. I started not to accept your invitation, but Amber threatened to come alone. I couldn't allow that... so here I am. I'm delighted that you're happy to see me."

Maria's dress wasn't nearly as erotic as the outfits worn by the other women, but I thought she looked fantastic!

"But why would you not want to accept? Did you not enjoy our time together at L'Overside last night?"

"Oh, I loved it... just loved it! But I hate trying to fight off 18 other men to enjoy the company of a woman at a party."

"Unless you are eager to enjoy the pleasures of the other wives, you don't have to worry about fighting off the other men, Greg."

"Why is that?"

"Because, mon Chéri, you are all mine tonight. I had this party so I could see you again. All the other men were invited for the pleasure of the other wives, and I'm sure they will fully enjoy them. They are all very eager, powerful lovers."

"If they're all powerful lovers, why aren't you interested in enjoying them as well, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Because, my Darling, they do not have your skill in bed... your savoir faire. Those young, hot studs fuck for their own pleasure. You play a woman like she is a violin, and you are the consummate virtuoso at plucking and stroking her strings and making her sing. I can't wait to have you again. Shall we leave the others? I assure you your wife will be quite safe."

"Lead the way, Maria. However, I do wish you had told me your plan. I would have hated to have missed this party."

She moved into my arms, pressed her open mouth against mine, and slid her tongue inside as we kissed passionately and long. Throughout the kiss, Maria never stopped caressing my chest with her large tits nor grinding her pussy against my shaft. When she finally removed her lips from mine, she was panting with excitement.

I pulled her back and kissed her again allowing my hands to roam freely over the lush swell of her buttocks and her erotic thrusting tits. Moving my hands under her dress, I discovered that she was without panties... just the hot, wet folds of her labia and the hot interior of her pulsing vagina greeted my fingers. Her clitoris was as large as I remembered it. Swollen with blood, pulsing and throbbing beneath my fingers. I stroked very lightly, but just that slight touch caused her entire body to shudder. I rubbed it a little harder, and she began to tremble, her legs quaking, about to collapse.

"Oh Dieu! I'm cumming, Greg... I CUM! Oh god. I'm cumming!"

She was. I felt the pulsations rippling through her vagina. Her clitoris contracted hard, thrusting out of it protective hood and then quickly retreating until the next spasm. The hot musky juices of her spend flooded over my hand, the sensuous aroma of her excited cunt filled my nostrils and made my cock harden into a tempered steel rod.

It was over a minute before she regained enough control to support herself and speak. "Mon Dieu! Aaahhh... No one... ever... has made me climax from just kissing me and touching my pussy and clitoris. No one but you! Those young studs should forget about fucking the other wives and come into my bedroom, watch you, and take notes. Take me to bed, Lover."

I picked her up in my arms and carried her to her bedroom. She moaned softly and lavished kisses on me all the way there. Just before we left the party area, I looked back and saw my wife. Several men now had her seated on the edge of a bed. Amber had her heels planted on the box springs so that her knees were thrust upward. Her legs were spread wide and her cunt fully exposed. It didn't look like it had yet been fucked, but I knew that would change very soon.

I was certain that a cock would be inside my wife's cunt before Maria and I reached the bedroom.

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We had arrived at 10 PM. It was now, 11:30 PM. I had just finished fucking Maria for the second time. She had had well over a dozen intense orgasms during sex.

When we had reached her bedroom, I had removed her dress leaving her clad only in a black garter belt, stockings and heels. We kissed several more times, and again, she began to tremble with an approaching climax. This time, however, I laid her on a elegant red couch on her back and stood back to remove my own clothes.

She never took her eyes off of me as I stripped. When I pulled my T-shirt over my head exposing my trim, muscular chest toned by many hours in the gym with Amber, she hissed with female pleasure.

"You're beautiful... just looking at your virile, masculine body makes my vagina throb, Greg. Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't, but it's only fair because that's exactly what happens to me when I look at you."

She smiled and seductively steepled her right knee and moved her left leg far to the side and off the edge of the couch. Reaching down with her fingers, she opened her labia and exposed the hot, dark interior of her wet vagina to my gaze. "Does it excite you to see me spread open like this... eager... panting for you to mount me. Does it make your cock throb to see inside my sex hole?"

When Maria spread herself open, I almost lost it.

My cock jerked spastically, throbbing like pulsing, and my clinging, tight pants outlined and molded every pulsation of my dick. "Oh yes!" Maria moaned. "It does. I can see your shaft throbbing... you are already close to an orgasm, yes?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

"But you will not ejaculate yet... you have more control than any man I have ever seen. But even so, I found out last night that if I squeeze your cock with my vagina when you are inside me, I can make your cum whenever I wish. I cannot begin to tell you how good that makes me feel... a man with supreme control... better than any other who has ever fucked me... is unable to prevent his ejaculation when I wish him to cum. Please, Darling. Take off your pants so I can see that big, thick, hard shaft."

She moaned when I removed my pants. Moving my face between her gaping thighs into her hot sex saddle, I let my tongue invade her vagina and take possession of her engorged clitoris. She came almost instantly. When I put two fingers inside her hole and worked her G-spot a few minutes later while stroking her swollen clit with my tongue, she howled and erupted in another climax.

"Oh god... oohhhh god... how can you do that... more, Darling... Please... More!"

I gave her more... this time with two fingers in her pussy, two more inside her ass, and her clitoris inside my mouth being lashed by my tongue. Juices spurted out of her vagina as her third orgasm exploded through her body.

At that point, I carried her to the bed, put her in doggy position and fucked her for the first time. She gasped and moaned on every stroke. For over 15 minutes, I screwed her with a varying tempo...sometimes driving straight into her waiting hole and thudding with authority into her cervix... other times sliding in and out of her with a sensuous rotating motion...then pulling out and pressing my cock against her ass but not yet entering her there.

Watching my cock slide in and out of Maria's gorgeous cunt was a sight no man could ever forget.

She had at least three more climaxes before she groaned, "Now, Lover. Shoot into me now. Fill me with your hot load." Her vagina muscles clamped around my shaft, milking me, with the most erotic sensation I had ever felt inside a woman. That was it. No man could hold back. My first orgasm must have lasted over a minute.

She let me rest for about 10 minutes while she showered kisses all over my body. She sucked my ear lobes and my toes. Finally, she sucked my cock, and I again quickly regained a hard erection, but she wasn't yet ready to take me back inside her body. Rolling me onto my stomach, she licked and kissed every inch of my buttocks. After covering every inch, she spread my cheeks open and did the same to my hole. I no longer had an erection; I had a tempered steel shaft.

The second time I fucked Maria, I gave it to her in spoon position with her left foot braced on my thigh. The position allowed me easy access to her clitoris and tits. I did feel like a virtuoso conductor playing a sexual symphony using her ass, her vagina, her clitoris, her tits, her nipples, her lips, her belly, and her gorgeous legs.

Her sighs and squeals of pleasure filled the room and quadrupled the size of my male ego. After reaching a climax, her cries would subside and then slowly build again... soft moans... then louder moans... an occasional grunt when the cock thudded hard into her cunt... a gasp when two fingers worked her clit... a squeal of unanticipated pleasure when a finger entered her ass... her cries would get louder... more frequent... then she would cum again, and the cycle would repeat itself. Fantastic!

"Shoot it into me!" she screamed as her vaginal muscles punctuated her demand. Like an obedient servant, my cock exploded within her pussy, once again flooding her.

I rolled onto my back, my chest heaving in a desperate effort to suck much needed oxygen into my lungs. Maria rose up over me supporting herself on one elbow. She grinned as I tried to catch my breath. "Do you know how long you have been fucking me and making me cum again and again and again?"

"No... maybe 30 or 40 minutes?"

"More like 90 minutes, Darling. If you were in Her Majesty's Secret Service, Greg, you would certainly have a 00 rating like James Bond... licensed to kill women by fucking them to death."

My chest was still heaving as I gasped, "Kill women? It seems to me that you're the one with the 00 rating. Another 15 minutes inside that awesome pussy of yours, and I would have surely had a heart attack and died an extremely happy man. Now, don't move. I'll be back in a moment."

"Yes, Master," she said with a soft smile.

A few minutes later, I returned from the bathroom with a stack of towels, scented oils, and body lotion. Spreading the towels out over the bed to keep the oils off the bed, I rolled Maria over onto her stomach, and knelt with my knees just outside her calves. As I began slowly massaging her body with a small amount of the scented oils, I couldn't tear my eyes off her exquisite body. "Maria, you are just unbelievably gorgeous. Every part of you is outstanding."

"MMmmmm... you know exactly what to say to a woman to make her melt and spread, Darling. Which part do you like best?" she asked with a giggle.

"I think its your sexy ass," I replied as I massaged it sensuously with both hands. "I love your ass. It's a to-die-for ass."

"MMmmmmm," she sighed as she arched her ass against my hands.

After 15 minutes of massaging every part of Maria's body, she was writhing in sexual heat, and my cock was once again rock hard. "I can't take any more, Lover. I need your cock in me again. Please," she moaned.

"I'd like to fuck you missionary this time, Maria. It's sort of conventional, I know, but I really enjoy the position because I can see your face, your tits, and most of your gorgeous body while I'm fucking you."

"Oh yes.... mount me, Darling. Mount me and fuck me while you watch me climax on your magic cock."

She pulled her legs back spreading herself open and elevating her pussy into perfect fucking position for me. "Is this all right, Honey? Is my cunt in the right place for you to use it?"

"It's perfect," I moaned as I drove my rigid shaft deep inside her. She gasped... then wailed with pleasure. She came the first time in less than two minutes.

Watching Maria's tits bounce as I fucked her, was an awesome sight.

She had three orgasms before her vagina sucked my third load of the evening out of my balls and into her clasping pussy. Once more, she went down on me and sucked until my cock again began to show signs of life.

"Oh yes," she squealed with pleasure when she felt me getting hard again inside her mouth.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to invite one of the other men to join us?" I asked.

"Why? They are a pale shadow compared to you. Besides you're hard again. I want to ride you this time."

"I would love that, but I don't know how many more times I can manage to get an erection. We've been fucking for almost three hours now."

"Don't worry, Darling. After you shoot in your fourth load, I know just how to get you raging hard again."

"How?"

"I'm going to take you back to the party for a little while and let you watch your sexy wife being fucked by those 18 hot, powerful studs."

My cock surged to full, hard erection at that thought. Maria giggled and said, "See what I mean. No problem getting you hard, Lover. Now get on your back and let me ride this fantastic sex spike of yours."

As soon as she was mounted on my cock, she spread wide open so I could see my cock sinking into her hole in the full-length mirror facing the bed.

Maria was a wild woman as she rode my cock. Again and again, her cunt rammed down on my cock taking its entire eight-inch length into her hot hole. After her second orgasm, she whispered, "I need for you to cum in me now, Greg. Shoot my hot hole full of your load!" Naturally, I did. There was no way I could possibly resist.

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True to her word, Maria and I went back to the main party after I had ejaculated into her vagina for the fourth time of the evening. A large crowd men surrounded one of the beds where two men were facing each other and moving back and forth, each thrusting forcefully into the woman between them. When I got closer, I could see that the woman was my wife. She was now naked and on her knees, giving one guy head while being fucked doggy by the other man. Her big tits swayed beneath her.

Amber was totally uninhibited by all the watching men... in fact, she seemed to be feeding off their obvious lust as they waited their turns. The man fucking her mouth was sinking in almost to his balls. As I watched, Amber pulled her mouth of the guy's cock and shouted to the man fucking her cunt to give it to her harder... that she was about to cum. Then she went back to sucking the other shaft. All the while, Maria was beside me, kissing my body, jacking me off, and sliding her fingers in and out of my anus.

The two studs double fucked my wife, fore and aft until they both shot off.

The man in front of Amber suddenly began to cum. She tried her best to swallow his load, but some spewed out the corners of her mouth and dripped to the bed. When the man in her cunt shot off, her body began twitching and shuddering. She was obviously cumming right along with the man fucking her.

After the men moved away, my wife laid down on her back. Seeing some of the cum running down her chin onto her tits was incredibly erotic. She kept her legs open and a steam of sperm-filled semen seeped from her swollen, stretched cunt.

At this point, another man climbed up onto the bed beside her. Amber spread her legs for him, but he said that he wanted her to ride him this time... reverse cowgirl. The man laid down on his back, and my cock throbbed as I watched my wife mount him facing me. When she did, she saw me and winked at the same time as her pussy engulfed the man's entire shaft.

My wife rode the man's cock reverse cowgirl as he had ordered. She came when he pumped his load up her pussy.

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Sightseeing and the Knight's Club:

Greg's Perspective:

It was almost 4 AM before Amber and I were once again in our hotel room at the Park Lane. As soon as we were inside the taxi, she fell into a sound sleep with her head on my lap. I had had almost carry her to our room she was so exhausted.

I awoke at noon, and, after a showering and shaving, I called room service and ordered breakfast. By that time, Amber was awake. She was in the shower when the food arrived, much to the disappointment of the same bellhop who had fucked her the previous day.

I had the food spread out with hot coffee when Amber came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a large towel. She looked fresh and invigorated with a big smile. "Oh that looks delicious, Darling. Thank you for ordering for us. I'm famished."

We both attacked the food and didn't speak for about five minutes. At that point, Amber asked me, "Did you enjoy the party last night, Greg?"

"I loved it. I'm really glad you insisted on going. How about you? Was it too much with all those men?"

"Are you teasing me?"

"No. Not at all. You were really exhausted last night. I thought it might have been too much of a good thing, so to speak."

"That's really sweet of you, Honey, but I loved it just like you did. Did the same bellhop bring the food this time?"

"Yep, and I can tell you that he was very disappointed when you were indisposed in the bathroom."

My wife giggled. "Did it turn you on?"

"Yeah... it did."

"Good... I'll have to make it up to him later today or tomorrow morning."

"So... you're in control, Amber. What's on the agenda for today?"

"Sightseeing this afternoon. The Louvre, the Arc de Triumphe, and the Eiffel Tower. Dinner here in the hotel, and then Raoul is picking us up here at the hotel at 9 PM for a visit to the Knight's Club."

"Who's Raoul, and what's the Knight's Club?"

"Raoul is one the men who fucked me last night at the party. With all the men present, he was very disappointed that he only had me one time. So, he invited us to join him for a visit to his private club tonight. It's called the Knight's Club. As you remember, I'm in control, and I've already accepted. You will both be my dates."

"What kind of club is it?"

"It a fetish/bondage club. Very much like the Fetish Salon at L’Overside, but more private and more extreme. Men bring their female sex slaves there."

"Are you to be Raoul's and my sex slave tonight? Is that the idea?"

"No. Being bound up like a slave doesn't really excite me. You're just my dates. We can enjoy watching all the other sex slaves being used. Of course, Raoul and you, as his guest, can use any of them as you wish. Sound like fun, Honey? Mmmmm... your cock is already hard. I think that answers my question."

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The sightseeing was much better than sightseeing usually is... particularly the Louvre, the most famous art gallery in the world. Dinner was also excellent, but what both Amber and I were looking forward to the most was our evening at the Knight's Club.

At 8:50 PM, Amber and I were seated in the lobby of the Park Lane hotel awaiting the arrival of Raoul. A couple of minutes after 9 PM, a limo arrived in the entryway. I watched as the uniformed driver opened the rear door. A man who appeared to be in his early 40's emerged. His demeanor, stride, and well-toned body conveyed confidence, wealth, and power. In addition, his shaved head and dark complexion gave him a rugged and very masculine appearance that exuded virility and sexual stamina. I wasn't the least surprised that my wife had accepted his invitation to be the Knight's Club.

If I had any doubts that that this was my wife's other "date" for the evening, she removed them by gushing, "Oh there he is! Come on, Greg. Let's go." She was on her feet moving toward Raoul before I could even manage to get out of my chair. When I reached them, Amber already had her arm through Raoul's and was pressing her body against his arm.

"Darling, this is Raoul. Raoul meet my husband, Greg." she said. After a brief handshake, Raoul said, "We should be going. My limo is right in front of the hotel."

Again, the uniformed driver held the door open for us and Raoul assisted Amber into the back seat facing the front. It came as no surprise to me that he immediately took the sear beside her leaving me to sit in the opposite seat facing the rear of the limo. As soon as we were seated, the driver closed the door, walked around the car, and slid behind the wheel. However, he did not engage the car's engine and leave the hotel.

Instead, Raoul immediately spoke directly to me. "Mr. Ralston, although you were at the party last night, we did not speak to each other or even meet. Your beautiful wife, Amber, was eager to accept my invitation to the Knight's Club tonight on the condition that you be present and that we both share her delightful charms. While that very erotic arrangement is very acceptable to me, I must know before we leave if it is equally acceptable to you. Is it?"

"Absolutely. I'm looking forward to the evening."

"Excellent! Excellent! My full name is Raoul Martenson, but please call me Raoul. I hope you do not object if I address you as Greg?"

"Not at all. Considering what we will be doing this evening, it would seem absurd to do otherwise."

"Precisely," Raoul said with a chuckle. He tapped on the glass partition separating the passenger seating from the driver. A moment later, the powerful car moved smoothly and quietly onto the Champs Elysees.

"It is about a 30-minute drive to the mansion where the Knight's Club is housed. Please pour yourself a drink, Greg. We have 30-year old scotch, an excellent 50-year old brandy, several superb wines, as well as bourbon, vodka, and gin. You will find a wide assortment of mixes in the cabinet to the right if you desire a mixed drink."

I nodded and decided to sample the brandy. I wasn't surprised to find several crystal goblets in the cabinet suitable for holding the expensive beverage. "May I pour you something, Raoul?"

"Nothing for me, thank you. I intend to the spend the time fucking our beautiful date. Amber, your dress is gorgeous and very provocative, but it is not appropriate for the Knight's Club. Women at the club are highly encouraged to wear exotic clothing provided it does not cover their breasts, their ass, or their cunt. So remove your dress and leave it in the car. It will be quite safe, I assure you."

"Whatever you say, Raoul." Amber turned her back to me and said, "Would you please unzip me, Darling, so I can get out of my dress and be in compliance with the rules of the club."

With one motion, I unzipped Amber's dress, and a moment later, it was folded neatly and lying on the car's seat. As I suspected, my wife had not worn panties. She did, however, have on a push-up bra, but it covered none of her tits. It's only purpose was to thrust them up and out for maximum sensuality. She did have on heels, stockings, and a black garter belt.

"Is this bra all right, Raoul, or should I remove it. And my garter belt and stockings?"

"No. Keep them on. They make you look fantastically sensuous... totally slutty. Don't you think your wife looks like a fantastic piece of ass, Greg?"

He didn't bother to wait for my reply. "Take out my cock, Salope, and suck me," he ordered. Taking no offense at being called a slut, my wife's body actually trembled slightly. She was sliding her tongue over her lips in anticipation as she frantically opened Raoul's pants and extracted an extremely thick cock that looked to be about eight inches.

"Oh god! It's gorgeous, Darling. I can't wait to suck it," she moaned as she leaned over his lap and ran her tongue all the way from his balls, up his shaft, to his cock ridge. Amber circled her tongue around the circumference of the big ridge several times before moving higher and licking the throbbing head. Before she finished, Raoul's entire dick was coated with her saliva.

Amber had her fingers on her clit while she licked his cock.

Once my wife had Raoul's cock slickened and thoroughly lubed, she took it inside her mouth and began to push it deeper and deeper. When five inches of cock were inside her mouth, she stopped and began sucking. Her cheeks hollowed as her lips moved an inch up and down his now throbbing shaft. As Amber sucked him, she stared right at me, her eyes shinning with lust, her fingers moving over her pussy.

"More! Suck more it, Salope," Raoul hissed.

My wife pushed her mouth down the shaft, when five inches of dick had disappeared, she stopped, gagging slightly as the big head pressed against her throat. Raoul put his hands on the back of her head and pushed her further down his shaft. He eyes opened even wider as the cock entered her throat. Once the head was lodged in her throat, Raoul thrust his hips upward and buried the cock all the way to his balls.

Amber kept the big shaft buried in her mouth with her lips locked about its base. Her cheeks hollowed... then expanded... hollowed again. She cupped his balls and caressed them as she sucked. Finally, she pulled off his cock and gasped, sucking air into her lungs. After two deep breaths, she again took his entire length into her throat and continued to suck him.

Suddenly, Raoul shouted, "Enough! Stop!" Instantly, Amber pulled her mouth off his jerking shaft. It was obvious to me that another minute and he would have ejaculated.

"Mount it, Amber. Ride my shaft!"

Raoul scooted down in the seat until his ass was right at the edge. Amber straddled him cowgirl and lowered her ass. Reaching between her thighs, she centered the big cock at her opening and slowly took him inside her vagina. The connection of his cock and my wife's cunt was no more than two feet in front of me. Even less, if I leaned forward in my seat. I could see the lubricating juices seeping from my wife's pussy as she took six inches of his dick on her first thrust.

I felt like I might cum in my pants watching Raoul's big cock sinking into my wife's cunt.

After he was in her, she began fucking herself on his shaft, By the third stroke, she was taking it deep inside her cunt every time his cock entered her. I didn't bother to turn around to see if the driver was using his rear-view mirror to watch Raoul fucking my wife. I knew he was.

When the limo pulled into the private, underground garage at the remote mansion that housed the Knight's Club, Raoul was still driving his iron-hard cock into my wife's cunt with one hard thrust after another. Amber had already cum three times during the trip. When the limo stopped, and the driver opened the passenger-side door for us, she was still mounted on Raoul's shaft, her body trembling as she approached a fourth orgasm

As we exited the car, I saw that the driver's pants were tented as much as mine were. Amber's body was damp with her sweat from the fierce fucking and her three orgasms. She was still quivering when I pulled her against me, kissed her, and asked, "Are you all right?"

"I'm so close. I'm about to cum again. He stopped just before I got off. Oh fuck!" she moaned.

My wife needed have worried about being left high and dry since by this time, I knew Raoul's balls were screaming for release. I could see the relief flood over her face when Raoul said, "Get down on the carpet, Amber, on your knees... ass up in the air. I need to cum."

"Oh god yes!" she moaned. "Put it in me, Honey. Fuck me hard and shoot me full, Lover."

Once on her knees, she reached back and pulled her cheeks open to give Raoul access to either hole he wanted. He chose her ass. Before we had left our hotel room, I had lubricated it with a generous amount of Astroglide. So when Raoul pressed his hard cock against her anus, it entered her easily.

Amber came as soon as Raoul pushed his cock into her ass.

When we entered the Knight's Club a few minutes later, a thin stream of semen was seeping from my wife's ass.

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The Knight's Club:

Amber's Perspective:

The Club itself was exotic to the point of being decadent. I estimated that there were probably 25 men present, mostly members but also some guests like Greg. They were accompanied by about 15 or so women. Every woman wore exotic clothing of some type, but none of the outfits concealed their breasts, assess, or cunts. I didn't see a single woman who was not wearing four- or five-inch heels. Some wore thigh-high, self-supporting stockings, some had on a garter belt like me, and some were bare legged.

Raoul had warned me that it was a master/slave club. As soon as we entered, that became very obvious. As Raoul showed us around the spacious mansion, I saw woman after woman in some type of bondage or restraint device. Every one of the devices obviously had one primary purpose... to expose the women for sexual use in a way that prevented them from resisting.

In first room we entered after passing through the reception area, I saw a beautiful blonde woman with her wrists bound together and tied high over her head to the top of a post. The position stretched her body out and elevated her large, naked tits. A skimpy white dress was bunched about her waist, covering nothing, and a pair of matching panties had been pulled down to mid-thigh. Her feet were bound to ends of a long spreader bar that was attached at its mid-point to the central post. Small rivers of semen were slowly working their way down her inner thighs. The sight had my pussy throbbing.

The woman looked enough like me that it was easy for me to imagine that it was me hanging from the ceiling.

"How come that woman is wearing panties, Raoul. I thought panties weren't allowed," I asked.

"They aren't. She's obviously a first-timer like you, but her Knight didn't inform of her of the rule. Consequently, as soon as she arrived, she was bound to the post, her panties pulled down, and, I would imagine, soundly fucked by several members."

"She doesn't seem to mind," I commented as I felt my liquid excitement seeping from my vagina.

Raoul laughed, "Of course she doesn't mind. Did you mind when I fucked you in the car?"

Raoul led us into another room as I clung to Greg's arm. I was shaking. Again my concerned husband asked, "Are you all right? You're shaking."

"I know... I know. This is just so incredibly erotic. I never knew a place like this existed. Look at that woman! Oh my god! That's just incredible!"

The woman was completely naked and in a restraint device that had her body bent double with her ass sticking straight up in the air. Essentially, she was on her knees and bent over with her head between her legs looking straight up at her pussy. The device held her arms pinned against her calves. It was obscenely erotic. Even though it looked to me like the woman had to be in pain, my clit was now fully erect and throbbing.

However, instead of being in pain, she was having near continuous orgasms from the vibrator being pressed against her clitoris and the dildo that was being worked in and out of her rectum. I couldn't keep my fingers out of my pussy as I stared at the moaning woman. It was just too sensuously erotic.

The woman was having an intense orgasm, and I was about to join her.

"Oh god, Greg. Put your cock in me while I watch this. Please." I bent over the back of a couch presenting Greg with a hot view of my wet pussy and cum-filled ass. "Fuck me," I begged.

I was so wet and open, my husband's cock sank balls deep into my pussy on the first thrust. I climaxed almost immediately as did the woman in the restraint device. Greg wasn't far behind. I was still in the throes of my orgasm when he shot his first load of the night into my convulsing vagina.

No matter which room we entered... lounge... bar... cafe, it didn't matter. Somewhere in the room, one or two women were in some kind of bondage and either being fucked or vibrated to a series of orgasms.

Off to the side of the bar area, a middle-aged, attractive brunette was mounted on a wooden box with her calves bound securely to her thighs which were tied wide apart. She was in tit bondage with several coils of rope squeezing her breasts and suction tubes covering both nipples, which were being sucked far into the tubes. Her feet were held against the box by bindings on her big toes. She was also ball gagged with a head harness and several coils of cord were around her neck to keep her head high.

The brunette's entire body was shuddering as she climaxed on the dildo/vibrator.

A club member stood between her gaping thighs thrusting a thick dildo that was attached to the end of a pole in and out of her cunt. A large electric vibrator was attached to the pole right above the dildo so that every time the dildo entered her pussy, the vibrator worked on her clitoris. I wondered how many times she had already climaxed.

I suddenly realized that I was again pressing my body against Raoul. I wanted him to fuck me even though my husband had just finished screwing me. When he told me that I would have to wait, my hand again began working between my thighs.

In the restaurant, several club members were enjoying some excellent cuisine while they watched a large-breasted, young, redhead tied naked to a bench press. Her arms were hooked under her thighs and tied behind her buttocks while her ankles were tied far behind her head to the barbell resting at the top of the press. A large dildo attached to a fucking machine was working back and forth in her asshole while a Knight held a vibrator against her erupting clitoris. She moaned and shuddered each time a climax wracked her body.

Even though he had just fucked me, Greg was jacking off as he stared at the redhead.

After the tour, Raoul escorted us into one of the luxury lounges. I sat in the middle of the couch between my two sexy escorts. The thought that both of them had already fucked me in the first hour of our 'date' had my pussy gushing again.

As if my magic, a tuxedo-clad waiter appeared to take our drink orders. Across the room from us, a naked woman was in suspension with her wrists bound to her elevated legs. Her tits were bound above and below squeezing them together and forcing them to project forward. A large ball gag muffled her moans being caused by a Knight who stood behind her nailing what appeared to be a huge, nine-inch cock into her cunt. Even from across the room, I could see her body shuddering each time she came.

My dates each had one of my legs draped over theirs as we watched the woman being royally fucked. Greg's fingers worked on my clitoris while Raoul's moved in and out of my vagina rubbing my G-spot on each entry and exit. As I approached a climax, my ass rose off the couch, and that seemed to be the signal to my lovers to stop, which they both did bringing frustrated cries from me.

Again and again, they worked me to brink of an intense climax, but each time they stopped short refusing to allow me to cum. The woman on the other side of the lounge was enjoying repeated climaxes, but not me.

"Ooohhh god! Please finish me. I need to cum. Don't stop... let me cum," I begged. After 10 minutes, I was so hot that my ass remained in the air, gyrating and thrusting. I was near tears.

"Would you like to change your mind, Amber, and serve as a slave for an hour or so?" Raoul asked as he slowly rubbed my G-spot keeping me near orgasm but not allowing me to finish. "Would you have any objection, Greg?"

"No, but it's up to Amber. She's in control."

"Amber, would you like to serve as a slave for an hour?" he asked again.

When I didn't reply, Greg ran his finger up and down the side of my clitoris making it contract in a hard spasm. He stopped. I gasped and whined. Raoul pushed three fingers into my vagina and rotated them over my G-spot. My ass arched higher, pumping the air frantically. He stopped. I started begging again.

After finishing his drink, my husband announced that he needed to visit the men's room. "Take your time, Greg. We'll be in Bondage Room 5. Just ask any member for directions," Raoul advised. Then, turning to me he said, "Come on, Amber. We're going."

"Ohhhh god... please finish me first. I need to cum!" I whined. Several members of the club laughed at my plight. Across the room, the blonde howled again as a new cock entered her and began enjoying her pussy. As my husband made his way to the men's room, Raoul led me toward Bondage Room 5 with his hand on my ass and two of his fingers inside my rectum.

I expected to see another woman or two in some kind of bondage device when we entered Bondage Room 5, but only four of the Knights were there. They all leered at me with obvious lust when Raoul brought me into the room.

By this time, I was whimpering softly to Raoul pleading with him to fuck me or at least to bring me to an orgasm.

"There are five Knights here, Amber. Each of us is eager to give you what you want once you are properly restrained. So, Amber, last chance. Would you like to agree to serve as our bondage/sex slave for an hour or so? If not, we'll wait for Greg's return and head back to the hotel."

This time I didn't hesitate. I knew I wanted to do it. I had always wanted to do it, but didn't want to admit it. Now, with my pussy on fire, I couldn't possibly resist any longer. "Do it to me! Put in whatever restraint you want... just fuck me... please... one of you ... or all of you... fuck me!"

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My arms ached from having them stretched high over my head. I had to stand on tip toes in order to relieve the strain of being hung by my wrists from the ceiling. My garter belt, stockings, and heels were all gone. I was naked except for my push-up bra, the large ball gag deep inside my mouth, and the red blindfold covering my eyes.

Hands were all over my tits and nipples. I couldn't tell if it was one man, two, or three who were stroking, hefting, pulling, squeezing, and feeling them. The only thing that was certain was that I was lost in a swamp of sexual heat. More hands stroked my legs and my thighs. Some man was rubbing my belly and sliding his fingers downward until they were rubbing my clit.

A hand rubbed my belly and moved downward to my cunt.

Like the blonde we saw hanging from the ceiling when we first arrived, my feet were secured to a spreader bar that kept them wide apart. One of the Knights was behind me. I could feel his naked body and large prick pressing against me. With my legs wide open, he had no problems lifting me until the opening to my cunt was poised right over his rock-hard shaft. He held me in position and drove his cock deep into my open hole. I would have screamed in hot ecstasy except for the ball gag. As it was, only muffled grunts and unintelligible sounds could be heard.

The Knight rammed his shaft up my cunt from behind.

"OH GOD YES! FUCK ME! OOOHHH YESSS... HARDER!"

I came in hard spasms about the cock pumping me from behind. The hard contractions of my vagina literally sucked the cum from the Knight's balls. It spewed into me hard enough that I could feel it.

As soon as the first Knight withdrew his now flaccid shaft from my cunt, Raoul moved next to me. His fingers expertly unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I never saw it again. "Now I'm going to fuck you, Amber. Hard and deep. After I finish, there are three more Knights waiting their turns to fill your cunt with their loads. Nod your head if you want us to fuck you?"

I nodded furiously. My ass was already thrusting back and forth trying to entice a man to put his cock into me. I felt Raoul removing the cords that bound my legs to the spreader bar. Once my feet were untied, Raoul slipped his arm beneath my right leg and hoisted it high in the air. His cock moved sensuously back and forth through my sex trench. "Ready?" he asked.

I groaned in need and nodded my head. His cock rammed into me hard and deep. The big head thudded with masculine force into the bottom of my cunt. The cum load the first Knight had shot into my hole was now forced out by Raoul's large piston. He fucked me with hard, steady strokes, each one making me grunt. I came in less than a minute. Raoul continued screwing me... fucking me right through my orgasm as my body hunched and thrashed in response to the hot sensations ripping through my clit and vagina.

Raoul held my leg high in the air as he powered his cock in and out of my waiting cunt.

For ten minutes, Raoul screwed me like his personal sex slave. I loved every minute of it. My pussy erupted in another orgasm when I felt his cock contracting and shooting his load into me.

After Raoul had finished screwing me, the other three Knights took their turns inside my hot pussy. One-by-one, they each fucked me as Raoul had, by holding my leg high in the air and driving their dicks into my cunt. I climaxed at least once with each Knight.

The Knights all fucked me as Raoul had.

After the last Knight had cum inside me, they took me down from the ceiling and led me, still blindfolded and ball gagged, into some nearby room where I was placed on a padded platform on my knees. One of the Knights forced my head down until it rested on the platform. It was kept there by a velcro strap that was secured around my neck. Additional straps circles my calves just below my knees and also my ankles to keep my legs spread wide apart and on the platform. Finally, my arms were pulled behind my back and my wrists tied together.

My bent-over position thrust my ass high in the air, and my spread legs made my cunt an easy target for any Knight's hard cock. I didn't know how many such hard cocks were in the room waiting the use my pussy, but I felt one of them press against my ass and swab his organ up and down the length of my cum-filled, gushing sex trench. His hands pulled my labia open to expose the opening to my tunnel. A moment later, I felt his thick organ entering me.

"HHUUMMMPPFFFFFF..." I grunted through the ball gag as the cock head hit the bottom of my vagina and jarred me forward. In the next fifteen minutes or so, I was fucked by two more of the Knights.

I had several orgasms on each Knight's cock.

After both Knights had ejaculated inside my cunt, I was taken off the fucking platform, my blindfold removed, and led into another bondage room. As soon as I entered, I saw my husband fucking a woman who was on her back with her legs up high in the air and tied to binding posts that kept her spread wide open. Greg was grunting every time he rammed his cock into the slave's vagina. Her body was being jarred backward with each thrust. She moaned with pleasure.

"Oohhh yes, Master. Fuck me... Fuck my hot pussy. I'm so hot... May I cum again, Master. Please... let me cum again," she begged.

I wasn't given the time to watch my husband with the woman. Two new Knights placed me on my back on a similar binding device. Once my legs were hoisted high in the air and tied to the binding posts, my arms were also tied to my upraised legs. Looking to my right, I saw that I was only a few feet away from the woman my husband was fucking.

A very muscular Knight moved between my raised thighs and swabbed his penis up and down the length of my open sex slit. The Knight had tats all over his shoulders, a stubble of a very black beard, and massive biceps and pecs. He looked virile enough to impregnate a dozen women with one ejaculation. The powerful Knight grunted with hot, masculine satisfaction when he nailed his big, iron-hard cock into my cunt. Even through my gag, my husband heard my hot howl of pleasure.

The powerful stud rammed me like a bull. I came three times before he shot his load into me.

He glanced over at me and winked as I humped my hips upward to receive each thrust of the huge cock being rammed into my hole. When I saw Greg watching me, I hunched my ass even faster and groaned louder. The Knight leaned over my body, took both of my large tits in his hands and used them as handles while he power fucked me through two intense orgasms. As I was cumming, I heard the woman beside me also screaming in her orgasm.

Finally, both men grunted and ejaculated inside our vaginas. When they pulled their organs from our holes, thick streams of sperm-filled semen gushed from both of us.

When the muscular stud pulled his semi-hard dick out of my vagina and moved away, his place was immediately taken by a more slightly built Knight, but one who had a much larger and thicker cock. Even though my pussy was flowing with semen, it was such a tight fit that it took him a couple of minutes to work his entire shaft into my vagina. When it was just halfway inside, I was already stretched so much that I climaxed around his dick.

My pussy was still throbbing a minute later when he finally had his dick fully buried. Then, he fucked me. I came again almost immediately, which caused his cock to jerk and throb hard inside me. After that, he fucked me like a wild bull. Before he ejaculated, I had had three orgasms.

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On the drive back to the hotel that night, Raoul and Greg both fucked me at the same time, one inside my pussy, the other in my ass. My husband graciously permitted Raoul to take his choice. He selected my ass. Having both cum several times at the Knight's Club, both of my 'dates' had incredible control.

They were still fucking me 20 minutes later when we were pulling into the entryway of the Park Lane hotel. Fortunately, the tinted windows prevented anyone from seeing into the back of the limo. However, the wild bouncing and rocking of the car probably gave us away.

We had been parked in front of the hotel for several minutes before their cocks erupted inside my holes and two more thick loads were pumped into my body. I had had four more orgasms before they finished.

Greg's and Raoul's cocks both stretched my holes into huge ovals. They ejaculated inside me at almost the same time.

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Epilog:

On the plane trip home, Greg and I discussed the control situation. We both agreed that he was sufficiently recovered that he could begin to assume some control again. However, being mindful of his psychiatrist's warning that unless a reduced level of treatment is continued for a substantial period of time, there was a significant danger of a relapse, we agreed to alternate control on a weekly basis.

Since I had been in total control for months, I suggested that Greg take the first week after our return and we would alternate every week thereafter. He agreed without objection... since I was still in total command.

"I need to thank you, Darling," he said during the plane trip home. "If you hadn't been so understanding and so considerate, I would have ended up impotent and divorced. I just can't thank you enough."

"You're welcome, Honey, and while we're thanking each other, I need to thank you as well. If you hadn't asked me to take control, I would have never gotten to turn my fantasies into realities. I loved it."

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On the Monday following our return from Paris on Saturday, the children were home from their summer camp, and we had dinner together for the first time in months. Once the kids had gone to bed, my husband said, "Get your sexy ass into the bedroom, Amber. We're going to spend the next couple of hours fucking."

Without thinking, I replied, "Don't I have anything to say about this?"

"No. You don't. I'm in command this week." My pussy was already wet before I got to the bedroom.

An hour later, my stud husband was still mounted on me, driving his sex spike into my throbbing hole. I had already come several times, and he had put one load into me earlier.

"MMMmmmm... god... that feels so good. So tell me, Honey, what do you have planned for us this week... just tell me while you fuck me."

"On Wednesday, I've rented a cabin cruiser. We're taking a late night cruise of the lake...under the stars. You will leave the house wearing just a garter belt, stockings, and heels... nothing else. When we reach Magnolia Cove, we're going to anchor the boat. After that, we're going to renew our marriage vows privately with a few appropriate modifications and then, we're going to open a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon and celebrate. Finally, I'm going to fuck your mouth. After I've gone down on you and made you cum so many times you've lost count, my plan is to fuck your hot cunt and then later, your ass. If you still need more, I'll watch while you masturbate."

"Oh god!" My body shuddered and I came. When my orgasm abated enough for me to speak, I asked, "What about later in the week?"

As he continued to drive his cock deep into my pulsing pussy, he said, "On Friday after we take the kids to their grandparents for the weekend, I've invited Gloria, Maurice, Todd, and Jack over for a hot sex party. With four of us, we should be able to satisfy both of you, but if we can't, we'll watch while the two of you get each other off."

"UUnnnhhhhgghh... cumming... I'm cumming again," I moaned.

On Saturday, I've invited some of my friends over for a poker game. You're going to be the hostess. I purchased your uniform at Victoria's yesterday... five-inch come-fuck-me heels, a French maid's dress that doesn't quite cover your ass, and mesh stockings. No bra... no panties. I didn't want to spend any more money. Your job is to provide the entertainment and console the losers."

My vagina just exploded in the most intense orgasm yet. It just wouldn't stop throbbing and pulsing. Juices squirted out drenching the bed covers. I moaned uncontrollably.

"On Sunday..."

"Oh god, Honey! Please stop. Please! You're killing me! Let me rest for a moment before you tell me what's planned for Sunday."

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