Gail's New Look

  by RLM

The Plan: Phase 1:

  Gail Balcom was still seething an hour after her husband,
Glenn, had left for work at the legal firm of Lambert and Dawson
where he was a young attorney competing with a half dozen other
young attorneys for the next junior partnership that became
available.  Gail thought it was bad enough that her husband had
no interest in any of the things she believed to be important. 
To make matters even worse, hardly a day ever passed without him
making a series of depreciating critical remarks about her
appearance, the extra weight she carried on her frame, her dowdy
clothes, her housekeeping, and the time she spent in their flower
garden and in taking part in various volunteer activities in the
community.  He also frequently favorably compared his more
extensive education in law school to the lowly bachelor’s degree
she held in English literature, which he characterized as
"totally useless".   The fact that her degree came from Yale
while Glenn's law degree was from a minor state university was,
of course, of no importance in his evaluation.

  This particular morning it had begun almost as soon as they had
gotten out of bed.  She hadn't picked up his dark blue suit from
the cleaners the previous day.  She couldn't even do the simple
things correctly.  The bathroom stool needed to be cleaned...
what did she do with all her time during the day that she
couldn't even manage to occasionally clean the bowl.  Then came
breakfast.  The two sides of the toast were not equally brown and
toasted.  The eggs, which he like over medium with a firm yellow
center, were clearly somewhat liquid in the center.   His coffee
was too hot since she had failed to pour it ten minutes before he
arrived at the table to eat.  And for the coup de grace, they
were out of hash browns, which was clearly her fault since she
had failed to buy more at the grocery store the previous day. 
Essentially, all Glenn ever did around his wife was complain
about her inadequacies.  She came to think of it as "pissing and
moaning".

  In addition to all that, her husband had hardly touched her
sexually for the last several months.  Night after night, she lay
beside her sleeping husband with her body a raging inferno of
female desire and heat, her unused vagina wet, swollen, open, and
ready.  To obtain some relief, she was now masturbating almost
everyday.  At first, it helped, but as the days turned into weeks
and the weeks into months, it had helped less and less.  Now,
after months without a hard cock inside her body, it failed to
help at all.

  On numerous occasions, she had tried to initiate sex between
them.  Rarely did she succeed, and even when she did, it was not
satisfying as Glenn's performance in bed would have shamed a
teenage boy.  At first, Gail was deeply concerned for her
husband's welfare thinking that he must have a serious medical
problem.  When she suggested that he see his internist, he had
laughed at her.  Finally, after months of this treatment, she had
concluded that her husband was either having an affair or was
screwing a lot of other women with great frequency.  He was far
too young to have lost sexual desire, so some woman or women had
to be taking care of his sexual needs.

  Gail thought about divorce, but that was counter to her
upbringing, and she hated to just give up.  In addition, she
really had no evidence with which to secure a divorce with a
reasonable settlement.  The fact that Glenn was a lawyer who knew
the law and how to use it to his advantage whereas she knew
nothing of the law also worked against her.  In desperation, she
decided to try to make a lot of chances in the hope that they
would alter Glenn's attitude and save her marriage, not to
mention her sanity.

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  The following afternoon, I visited "The Total Body", a
well-recommended fitness center in one of the major malls of the
city.  Some of my friends suggested strongly that I give it a
try.  Helen Waymire had told me that severe back problems had
almost totally incapacitated her.  Her physicians had done little
to help so she had gone to "The Total Body" in the hope that they
might be able to provide some relief.

  "Gail, you wouldn't believe what they were able to do," she had
said.  "In two weeks the pain was mostly gone.  After three
months, I was playing tennis and winning.  They are absolutely
amazing... and, " she whispered, "... and the male trainers they
have there would get any woman wet."

  I got a similar recommendation from Sarah Burnstein.  I had
known Sarah for over a year during which time, she had gotten
more and more overweight.  She told me she tried various diets
with little success.  Finally, she too had gone to "The Total
Body" for help.  Her recommendation was simply stated.  She just
said, "Now, take a look at me.  Isn't it amazing!"  And it was
amazing.  She was getting close to her optimum weight.

  Leaning closer, Sarah had lower voice to a conspiratorial
whisper and added, "And that's not the best part, Gail.  You
wouldn't believe the number of men who are hitting on me now. 
Even young guys!"

  "Really," I said, unable to conceal my surprise.  "Do you
ever... I mean... well... do you... take advantage?"

  "You're trying to ask me if I ever let any of the men fuck me?"
Sarah grinned.

  "I'm sorry," I said as my face flushed red with embarrassment.
"That's none of my business.  Please forget I asked."

  "Hell, don't be embarrassed, Gail.  I want to tell you.  It's
doing wonders for my ego and self-esteem.  Of course, they fuck
me.  Often.  Just wait until you lose the extra pounds and tone
your body and then try to say no to some of the young,
hard-bodied studs who will trying to get into your pants.  You'll
be panting for it, just like I am."

  "I'm already panting for it, Sarah.  Glenn hasn't fucked me in
weeks.  He's getting all he can handle from other women, I
think."

  "Well, Honey.  Forget that asshole.  Just get yourself to the
"The Total Body" and in six months you won't believe the change.
I guarantee it!"

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  That night in my bedroom, after talking with Sarah, I had
stripped down to my shorts, sat on the bed, and looked over my
30-year old body in my full-length mirror.  At 5' 7" and 183 lbs,
I was at least 40 pounds overweight, probably more.  Crossing my
legs, I gazed at my massive thighs.  They were shapely, but much
too large and hefty.  The word "elephantine" crossed my mind.

  Standing up, I turned so that I could see my backside in the
mirror.  I thought my butt was still very nice, but I knew that
it would look even better if I lost weight.  My large breasts,
which not long ago were firm and sexy, hung down under the extra
weight.  When I turned, several rolls of fat appeared on my upper
back.

  Turning to face the mirror, I was encouraged.  Even though my
extra weight was causing my breasts to sag and my thighs were too
big, I thought that most men would still consider me sexy...
certainly sexy enough to be worth fucking, even if my husband
wasn't interested.  However, when I put my right foot up on a
chair and leaned forward, I was less encouraged.  The position
not only emphasized the sag of my breasts, but also produced two
rolls of fat about my lower belly.

  I wondered if I would look better sitting down.  Climbing back
onto the bed, I arranged the pillows behind my back and sat down
with my legs wide open.  I couldn't suppress a giggle when I
looked at my obscene image in the mirror.  "God," I thought,  "I
look like a hot whore.  I was experienced enough to know that
many men would love to be between my thighs right now, mounted on
me, fucking me.

  "Even so," I thought, "if my breasts were higher on my chest."
I moved my arm beneath them to elevate them higher.  "Oh yes...
that's much nicer... hotter," I thought.  Spreading wider so I
could see my pussy, I concluded that it was the sexy pussy of a
mature woman... full lipped, wet, ready.   "Shit!  Even if I do
have some rolls of fat on my belly, I look damn good!  Why
doesn't my bastard husband want to fuck me?  Well... Ok.  When I
lose weight and tone my body, then he's going to be panting to
get into me... but then... it just might not be available to him
any longer," I thought with satisfaction.

  Moving my hand to my vagina, I spread the lips open and, in the
mirror, saw the shining pink wetness of its interior.  All the
thoughts about sex had gotten my clitoris partially erect, and it
was now protruding from its hood.   My fingers brushed lightly
over its tip.

  "MMMmmmmmmmmmmmm..."  I pressed harder and stroked a little
faster.

  "AAAaaahhhhhhh.... fuckkkkkkkkkk!" I moaned as I spread even
wider and began to masturbate.  My hips thrust upward as I
slipped two fingers inside my wetness while using the palm of my
hand to continue rubbing my now fully erect clit.

  Remembering what Sarah had said, I imagined that a 22-year old,
powerful stud was mounted on me, thrusting his thick penis in and
out of my throbbing pussy.  My hips hammered up and down on the
bed.  Each time his big cock (my fingers) rammed into my depths,
I grunted in hot satisfaction.  After weeks of no sex, it didn't
take long.   A few minutes, and my vagina and clitoris exploded
into hard, repeated contractions as my first orgasm in weeks
surged through my cunt.

  I laid on the bed panting for ten minutes after my intense
climax.  When my cunt had finally stopped throbbing and my erect
clitoris had softened and retreated back into his protective
hood, I got up and surveyed the rest of my general appearance in
my dresser mirror.

  My hairdo looked like it had been done by a 13-year old teenage
girl.  Having lost confidence in my femininity due not only to my
appearance but to my husband's neglect that had begun long before
I got into this shape, I couldn't muster the will power to pay
attention to my makeup.  Therefore, I saw none when I looked into
my mirror.

  Next, I got out all my clothes and laid them out on the bed. 
As I expected, they were the big, baggy outfits a pregnant woman
might wear.  There was no sexy lingerie.  I wasn't surprised. 
Why would a fat blob bother with sexy lingerie?  My husband had
gotten me to the point that I believed no man was going to be
interested anyway.  I had a lot of high heels, but with my excess
weight, they were too painful to wear.  I also had stockings,
which I never wore as my husband's neglect had me convinced that
my legs looked terrible.

  There was an entire drawer full of costume jewelry as well as
quite a bit of more expensive items containing diamonds, opals,
and sapphires.  I wore none of it as I didn't want to call
anyone's attention to my physical condition.

  As a result of this personal inspection, the next day I took
out a membership in the "The Total Body".

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  For the next five months, I worked out every day under the
guidance of expert trainers.  And Helen had been right on target
about their appearance.  As I exercised, lifted weights, did
aerobics, and various stretching maneuvers, I found myself
fantasizing about one of them taking me into a back room and
fucking me senseless.  These dirty thoughts were exacerbated by
the fact that Glenn still had little or no sexual interest in me.
 I was getting sex from him no more than once or twice a month,
and it wasn't that great.

  For the first four months, all those thoughts remained just
fantasies, no more.  I was far too self-conscious to actually do
or say anything to my trainers that would let them know of my
availability.  After all, what man wants to have sex with a fat,
dowdy woman.  My husband certainly didn't.  In fact, he hadn't
even noticed my weight loss or any changes in my appearance.  Not
surprising, since he essentially never paid any attention to me
unless it was to piss and moan about something.

  Of course, I wasn't giving him any help in noticing my improved
appearance as I always wore frumpy, loose fitting clothes when he
was home.  Considering the way he had been treating me for the
last two years, I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing
the new me.  When he gave me his once-a-month, ten-minute fuck, I
had the lights out, and he couldn't have cared less.

  By end of four months, I had lost 35 pounds and was down to
148.  All the exercises had firmed my muscles with the most
noticeable effect being my 36D breasts now were standing firm on
my chest like twin cannons.  My butt was several inches smaller
and the fat rolls covering my back and belly were gone.  In
addition, the weight lifting and exercises had firmed my abdomen
so that it was hard and tight.  The stretching exercises had
enabled me to move my body in ways that were impossible four
months previously.

  I now wore makeup when I went to "The Total Body", but I had
not yet purchased a new wardrobe as I wasn't yet at my final
weight, and I didn't want to have to alter the clothes as my
weight loss and body toning continued.

  Halfway through the fifth month, my weight was down to 138 lbs
and Lance, my current trainer, told me that from this point
onward, we would be concentrating on further stretching
exercises, body tone, and conditioning as my weight was now
ideal.  I loved hearing every word.

  Two days later, I was lying on the exercise mat doing my
stretching exercises.  The particular series I was doing were
repeated repetitions of a series of maneuvers.  Starting on my
back with my legs straight out, toes pointed, I raised both legs
a foot into the air and held them there, together, for ten
seconds.  After ten seconds, I raised both legs another six
inches and held for five more seconds.  Finally, I raised both
legs straight up in the air, knees touching.  Once there, I would
let my right leg fall toward the floor rolling my hips as far as
needed until my leg was on the floor with the other leg still
elevated.  Then, I raised my leg upward until both were again
vertical.  This motion was repeated with my left leg falling to
the floor.

  When I had both legs once again vertical, I lowered them back
to the mat, stopping when they were a foot away and held for five
seconds.  Once back on the mat, the second series began.  First,
I lifted my right leg straight up in the air, then bent the knee
and pulled it against my right breast.  Next, I reversed the
motions until both legs were back on the mat.  These stretching
motions were then repeated with my left leg.  Finally, I did both
legs together, ending with both knees pressed against my breasts.
 When my legs returned to the mat, the entire sequence would be
repeated... over and over.  It was not an easy set of exercises.
Five months previously, I couldn't have done any of them.  Now, I
could do all of them smoothly and efficiently.

  As I repeated the exercises, I noticed Lance watching me.  That
was not unusual.  He was supposed to watch and give me
instructions if I wasn't doing things properly.  Nevertheless, I
realized that his attention was exciting me.  Five minutes into
the set, he casually moved to a position that permitted him to
look straight between my thighs as I exercised.  My response went
beyond excitement.  I could feel my vagina and clitoris pulsing.

  I pulled both knees back against my breasts.  Looking between
my raised knees, I saw Lance staring intently right at my pussy.
I knew that my leotard, which was now wet with my sweat, not to
mention my vaginal secretions, was being pulled deeply into my
slit by the stretched position I was in.

  When I reached that same position on the next repetition, Lance
was again staring at my cunt.  It had ceased to be my pussy.  
His lustful stare had transformed it into my cunt.  I held the
position for much longer than the regimen required.  I wanted him
to look at me... to see how deeply my leotard was sunk into my
slit.  I really wanted to unsnap the crotch of the leotard so he
could see my naked cunt.  My vagina and clitoris were no longer
pulsing;  they were throbbing.

  For the next 10 minutes, I continued the exercise routine. 
Lance never stopped staring at my overheated cunt.  The crotch of
my leotard got wetter causing it slide even deeper into my slit
when my knees were pressed against my breasts.  I was fully aware
that the stretching position put me in the classic female fucking
position... I knew it... my cunt knew it.  The only thing missing
was a male mounted on me... fucking me.

  During the last minute of the routine, Lance had moved even
closer.   On what was to be the last rep, I pulled my knees back
as far as possible, pressed them hard against my tits... my
breasts had now become my tits...  and held the position.  This
time I spread my knees out to the sides of my breasts to open my
sex saddle completely.  Lance leaned forward staring right at my
throbbing crotch.  My vagina contracted, and my clit began to
throb as an orgasm wracked my cunt.

  When I was finished, Lance extended his hand and pulled me to
my feet.  I stared into his eyes as his locked on mine.  "That
was incredible," he whispered.

  "I know.  I had an orgasm," I breathed in his ear.

  "I saw it."

  "Are you hard?"

  "Like steel."

  "Take me somewhere private, Lance, and I'll do the exercise
again for you... this time without the leotard in the way.  The
rest is up to you."

  "Oh shit!  You have no idea how much I want you.  If your
husband is still ignoring you, he needs a brain transplant."

  "Come on.  I want it even more than you do."

  "Come on.  I want it even more than you do.  Take some place
where you can fuck me.  I haven't had a cock in me for weeks. 
Please," I moaned in a desperate whisper.

  "Come on.  Hawthorne has left for the day.  We can use his
office.  I've got a key."

  Lance led me panting into Hawthorne’s office.  Several of the
other woman saw us and every single one of them knew I was about
to be fucked.  One of them was Sarah Bernstein.  She even gave me
a thumb's up sign when she saw me being led into Harthorne's
office.  I blushed furiously, embarrassed, but not nearly enough
to even consider not letting Lance screw me.

  Lance closed and locked the office door and then moved behind
me, his hands going immediately to my big breasts.  With one
motion, my leotard was yanked down to my waist allowing both
large melons to escape.  In the few seconds before Lance captured
them, both tits bounced on my chest as if enjoying their newly
found freedom.  That only lasted a moment.

  The feel of a hot male animal squeezing my tits while he pulled
and twisted my hard, throbbing nipples was electric.  My vagina
gushed even more fluid into the crotch of my leotard. 
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh,"  I moaned when I felt Lance bury his head in
the crook of my neck and plant kiss after kiss on my shoulders
and higher on my neck.   My moans grew in intensity when I felt
him sucking hard... obviously determined to mark me.  I didn't
give a shit... I just wanted more... more... more.

  He turned me toward him and lowered his lips to mine.  I had my
mouth wide open, waiting, before his lips even made contact. 
When they did, I engulfed his mouth with mine... my tongue
thrusting deep inside.  When I felt him sucking on it, my hips
seemed to just automatically start hard fuck motions that drove
my pussy against his erection... again and again.   He held my
ass cheeks and dry fucked me, his large throbbing erection
grinding into my sex.

  I couldn't take it... Lance was driving me crazy with need. 
"Ohhhhhhh... Hurry, Lance!  Please.  DO IT TO ME!  GET ME NAKED
AND FUCK ME!  I HAVEN'T HAD COCK IN WEEKS AND WEEKS.   PLEASE.  I
WANT IT!  I NEED IT!  FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!"

  Lance pushed my body away from his own and with an
authoritative masculine growl, pulled the leotard down my body. 
All I had left was a pair of small bikini panties I had worn
beneath the leotard.  He didn't even bother to pull them down. 
He just hooked his hands on opposites of the waistband and ripped
them apart, tossing the two halves on the floor.

  "AAHH!  AAHHH!  OOOHHHH!  FUCKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I
wailed, my cunt already throbbing and gushing in a small orgasm.

  "Get on the couch, Gail.  Show it to me!  Show me all of your
hot body!"  The power and raw desire of this randy male had me
totally helpless with female heat.  Dropping onto the couch on my
side, I hiked one leg high leaving the other spread wide.  My
tits were still bouncing when my fingers spread open my pussy to
expose the gushing hole of my overheated cunt.  I was in such an
intense state of rut, I couldn't keep my hips from pumping in
fuck motions as if I were already taking cock.

  Lance's eyes bored into my cunt...  I pulled myself open even
wider allowing him to see one or two inches into the red interior
of my vagina that was now contracting in anticipation of cock. 
When Lance began to strip, my eyes were locked on his groin and
the huge bulge of his pants.  His pants hit the floor and I
gasped... then groaned.   It was just immense.... hard...
rigid... pulsing.   His briefs had no chance to contain that
monster fuck stick.  The bloated purple head extended three
inches above the waistband of his briefs.  The thick shaft behind
it pulsed and jerked in the knowledge that a hot female hole was
available.

  "OOOHHHH MY GOD!   That's beautiful," I heard myself moan.  It
was like an out-of-body experience as I heard the panting woman
ask, "How big?  Oh god!  How big is it?  Oohhh fuck!!"

  "Eight and a half thick inches, Gail."

  "I WANT IT!  PLEASE.  PUT IT IN ME!"

  "Not until you suck it into your throat.  Get up on your knees.
 I'll work it into your throat and then I'll lie down you can
suck all of it.  You don't get it up your hot cunt until you deep
throat it, Gail.  Get to work, Honey."

  I heard myself wailing... almost crying... as I scrambled to my
knees in front of him.  My hands were shaking as I fisted the
powerful male weapon.  No way I could get my hand around the
base.  Just feeling a cock in hand for the first time in a month
had my clitoris hard and erect.  My cuntal secretions were
cascading down my thighs as I stretched open as wide as possible
and fitted the monster head into my mouth.

  Lance thrust three inches into my hole, filling it.  He pushed
in more cock and I felt the strain on my mandibular joint as he
stretched me open.  I sucked.  Oh god, did I ever suck... hard...
my cheeks hollowing again and again as my tongue swabbed the big
head and encircled the cock ridge.  Lance was moaning as loud as
I was.  More juices boiled out of my cunt.

  Holding the back of my head, Lance pressed his cock deep until
he was right at the opening to my throat.  I panicked, but the
powerful stud held my head just were he wanted it.  I pressed my
lips tightly about the huge shaft as he fucked it back and forth.
 Saliva coated his shaft and dripped from his balls and from my
chin.  Slowly, Lance worked his cock into my throat.  Once
inside, he pushed it on down my gullet until I had most of it.

  "Oh, Yeah!  Like that, Baby!  Suck my big cock, Gail.  Suck it
deep!  Oh fuck!  Damn!  What a mouth you have!  You're husband's
crazy!"

  With my mouth stuffed full of a fabulous cock, I couldn't tell
my lover how much his words thrilled me, but I hadn't felt so
good about myself as a woman in years.  I pulled his ass closer
and forced the last inch into my mouth.  We both groaned in hot
sexual rapture as his balls began banging against my chin.

  I assumed he would shoot down my throat, but this young man was
cut from a different mold than my lawyer husband.  He knew how
much I wanted his cock inside my pussy.  Slowly, he pulled his
thick shaft from my sucking lips.  As the head exited, I fell
back onto my heels, gasping for breath.

  "Fucking time, you hot beautiful Slut.  Get on the couch,
Honey.  On you back, legs up, knees back.  Just like you were
doing it during the exercises.... but this time, your cunt is
going to be taking a huge cock!"

  I scrambled onto the couch and turned on my back.  I was
groaning and babbling, "Oh Hurry!  Fuck Me!Fuck Me!Fuck Me!Fuck
Me!Fuck Me!Fuck Me!Fuck Me!" continuously as I pulled my legs
back, elevated my hips, and presented my gaping and gushing cunt
to my lover.

  Climbing into my sex saddle, Lance put his hands on my thighs
and pushed them back even further until he had my cunt hole
aligned and in position.  Bending over my heaving body, his face
close to mine, he whispered, "Are you ready, Gail?"

  I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a series
of female gasps, "OHOHOH... OHOHOH... AAAahhh... GGAAAhhhh..
Mmmmmmmmmmm!!"

  Lance nailed me!!

  "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

  He pulled the huge sex spike out, looked at the pulsing, gaping
hole he had just made in my cunt, and then nailed me again!

  "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

  His cock slugged in and out of my hole.  Hot squishing noises
filled the office.  I was howling... screaming... babbling. 
Later, Sarah told me every woman in the spa had stopped what she
was doing to listen to me screaming.  She also said over half the
women were rubbing their cunts as they listened.  Some of them
had their male trainers doing it for them.

  Again and again, that huge phallus plundered my helpless cunt.
On every stroke, it thudded into my cervix making my tits dance
and bounce wildly.  My vagina exploded in an intense orgasm... a
second one followed rapidly behind the first.  I couldn't keep my
mouth closed nor my tongue inside.  It was out... wagging
helplessly in the air as the cock pumped me hard toward a third
orgasm.

  I was almost there when I felt two fingers thrusting into my
ass... my entire body convulsed in an intense climax.   Cunt
juices squirted around the prick and drenched us both.  I was
gasping for breath when I felt Lance begin to ejaculate deep
inside my cunt.  His buttocks contracted again and again... with
each contraction, another thick stream of sperm and semen was
forced into my hole and up my womb.

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  At the end of five months plus another week, I ended my
everyday workouts at "The Total Body".  I dropped my membership,
but was able to obtain a much reduced rate on random day-to-day
visits because I had been a faithful member for so long.

  That same night, I did another nude body inspection in my
bedroom.  This time, it was far more exciting that it had been
that day almost six months before.  My measurements were now
36-25-35, 136 lbs, 5' 7".  My 36D breasts were firm and stood
high on my chest with just a slight sag because of their size. 
They were easily firm enough to go braless if I didn't mind
attracting a crowd of men.   I knew I wouldn't mind that in the
least.   I thought my legs looked great and my ass no longer
looked big... it looked hot and sexy.

  My light brown pubic hair was no longer covered by the roll of
fat.  I spent an hour in my bath bathing it and putting on hot
packs to soften the hair before I lathered up my bush and shaved
it smooth.  When totally shaved, my nicely sized clitoris looked
very erotic as it peeked out of its protective hood, now no
longer concealed by my bush.  I spent another hour on my
makeup... lip gloss, mascara, eye liner, some rouge to provide
color and highlights.  I thought I looked good, but after all my
work, I wanted more.

  The next day, I was in Victoria's Secret buying a complete new
wardrobe.  An attractive, blonde saleslady in her mid-thirties
was waiting on me, making suggestions, and giving me her opinion
when I requested it.  At one point, Diane commented, "Your
husband is going to go absolutely wild over your new look, Gail.
You just look fantastic in these clothes."

  "Don't bet the farm on that, Diane.  My husband is a lawyer who
is probably screwing several different women.  He hasn't fucked
me in over a month.  Anyway, I'm not buying these clothes for
him."

  "There must be something wrong with your husband, Gail.  I
wouldn't dare let my husband any where near you in those clothes.
 He'd be all over you in a flash and in you on the second flash."

  "Thanks, Diane.  I really needed that the way my husband
ignores me."

  After an hour and a half, I had selected a variety of thongs,
thin, transparent bikini panties, demi bras, garter belts,
thigh-high stockings, seamed stockings, hot five-inch CFM heels,
mini- and micro-mini skirts.  For the top half of my body, I
bought some tank tops, sweaters, a bikini bathing suit and two
string bikini suits, and some hot, tight, nearly transparent
blouses.

  "Well, what do you think, Diane?  Enough?  Or do you have some
suggestions for something else?"

  "Well, yes I do.  The clothes you've selected so far are all
very revealing and hot.  But I think you ought to get some
leather outfits.  You won't believe how hot being dressed in
skin-tight leather will get you.  When I put on one of my leather
outfits, I'm  panting for cock within 30 minutes.  There's just
something about having your body tightly encased in skin-tight
leather that makes a woman boiling hot.  Want to try on some
leather outfits?"

  "After that comment, how could I resist.  Let's do it."

  For the next half hour, I tried on several pair of tight
leather pants with either a matching or coordinated top.  Diane
was absolutely right!  The feel of the leather against my skin
was intoxicating.  "Oh, Diane.  They feel sensuous and hot.  Just
trying them on is getting me wet."

  "I know.  I can tell.  And that's with panties and a bra on
underneath.  If you go naked under the leather, you'll be
creaming and climbing the walls."

  "Won't it ruin the leather if I soak the crotch?"

  "No.  Not at all.  The leather is waterproof.  You'll just have
to wipe the leather clean with a damp cloth and cleaning solution
after you take them off.  Once every six months or so, you can
have the leather professionally cleaned if you like.  Come on,
let's try on some leather tops.  Take off your bra so you can
feel what the leather really feels like against your nipples."

  Diane brought out two tops, both had a convenient zipper in
front.  One tug by a guy, and my tits would be out.  One top had
a bare midriff; the second fastened right below my breasts and
left the remainder open.  Both had V necklines and exposed a lot
of my tits.  And both had my nipples hard almost as soon as I put
them on. I knew if I wore a leather outfit for the entire
evening, I would have an orgasm even if no one touched me.  I
ended up buying all three pair of pants and both blouses.

  Next, Diane brought out a pair of wet leather-look pants that
were so tight they looked to be sprayed on.  The top was leather
jacket that zipped up the front.  I wore it without a bra.  I had
to wear panties under the pants because of store policy, but I
could tell that if I didn't have them on, the pants would have my
clit hard and throbbing in no time.  I bought that ensemble too.

  "Anything else? I asked."

  "Would you like to see something in hot slut wear leather?"

  "Oh yes.  Please."  The truth was that I could hardly wait.

  The first thing Diane showed me was tight, sleeveless, leather
body suit that zipped in front and covered only the top three
inches of my thighs leaving all the rest of my legs bare.  There
was a pair of wicked black gloves that went with the body suit
that came up above my elbows.  The upper third of my breasts were
on display in the outfit.

  After I had the suit on, Diane looked me over and said, "No. 
Still needs something.  Stockings, I think."  She selected a pair
of sexy fishnets and said, "Here.  Put these on."

  "God!" I exclaimed when I looked at my reflection in the
mirror.  "I look like one hot whore!"

  "Wanna see something?" Diane asked.

  "What?"

  "Watch what happens if the guy you're with gets up the nerve to
unzip you."  She reached for the zipper tab that was nestled
between my breasts and pulled in all the way down in one smooth
motion.  Instantly, the entire suit flew open and my large
breasts popped out into the open, their hard nipples thrusting
forward.

  "Ooohhhhhhh," I gasped in surprise.  Diane hefted my tits.

  "Nice.  Very nice.  You have just gorgeous tits, Gail."  She
bent over and licked both nipples.  I just moaned in response.

  "Of course, your lover doesn't have to stop with just opening
the top of the suit.  He can pull the zip all the way to bottom
to open it completely.  Shall I?"

  "Yesss," I hissed with mounting excitement.

  One swift motion and the suit was wide open with only my
panties concealing my pussy.  "Of course, you and I know that
when you wear this suit, you won't be wearing any spanties. 
Shall we see what it will look like when you don't have the
panties on?"

  Again I whispered in a low, passionate hiss, "Yesss!"

  Diane pulled down the panties in one quick motion, and I
stepped out of them.  Now, nothing was concealed.  Diane led me
into the dressing room, shut the door and had me sit down.  As
soon as I was seated, she pushed my legs apart with no resistance
from me.  Now totally exposed, my wet cunt open and ready, she
slipped her fingers into my trench and explored me as I moaned.

  When her fingers moved upward to my clitoris, I wailed and
arched my hips.  She trapped my clit between two fingers and
gently jacked it like a miniature cock.  That caused my ass to
rise up off the seat and gyrate and hump in the air.

  I was begging for it... so she gave it to me.  Her tongue
lashed my throbbing clitoris again and again.  At the same time,
her knowing fingers searched out my G-spot and rubbed it
furiously.  My vagina and clit detonated with explosive violence.
 My juices squirted high three times as I came and then came
again.

  After washing my gushing pussy with a warm cloth, Diane cleaned
up the floor where my juices had squirted commenting, "It's going
to smell like a whore house in here for the rest of the day,
Gail."  I just moaned.

  Before I left the store, Diane had got me buy a pair of tight,
leather hip-huggers that belted about him hips, three inches
below my belly button.  She put on one of the tight leather tops
I had purchased and made me leave the store that way with no bra,
no panties, and hot pair of CFM heels.  My cunt was soaking the
crotch of the leather pants before I even got to my car.

  I had to hurry home in time to change and hide all my new
clothes before my husband returned from work.  It took me a half
hour to put away all my new clothes and by that time, the
friction of the tight leather against my nipples and pussy had me
panting.  When I tugged the pants over my hips, the sensuous
aroma of my pussy filled my nostrils.  I didn’t' even take the
time to clean the crotch of the pants before I was lying on the
bed, my hand working furiously over my erect and throbbing
clitoris while two fingers of my other hand pleasured my soaked
vagina.

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


  By the weekend, I had decided that my body needed something
more erotic than just costume jewelry and rings.  So, early the
following week, I visited a tattoo parlor that also did
piercings.

  To be in keeping with the way I felt, I wore one of my new
leather outfits consisting of a revealing top and pair of
skin-tight leather shorts.  The top exposed a third of my tits
and belted just below them.  The effect was to thrust them up and
out.  Below the belt, the top gaped open exposing my belly.  The
shorts exposed most of my thighs.  For the sake of modesty, I
wore a black bra and matching panties.  To add even more spice, I
selected a matching pair of 5-inch heels.  I was already hot by
the time I walked into the parlor.

  The tattoo artist was a man in his early 40s or so, a nice
looking guy with several tats on both arms.  As soon as I
entered, he lost interest in his magazine and scanned my hot
body.  The lust in his eyes was obvious.  "What can I help you
with today, Honey?" he asked while leering at my half exposed
tits.

  "My name's Gail.  Maybe later, we can change to 'Honey'.  I'm
interested in some piercings to start with," I replied.  "Let's
start with an additional piercing in my upper ear."

  "You got it, Gail.  My name's Alex."

  Such a simple piercing went very quickly and virtually
painlessly.  When Alex finished, he smiled and asked, "Anything
else I can help you with?"

  "How about a piercing in my belly button and something nice to
go there?"

  "Not a problem, Gail.  Just fold your top back so your belly
button is exposed, lean back in the chair, and I'll fix you up."

  Alex deadened the area and very quickly, I had a very
attractive belly button piercing with a sexy rhinestone embedded
within.  When he had finished, he asked, "You look great, Gail. 
Is that it or do you have something else in mind?"

  "No.  I want something sexy on one of my tits and on my ass. 
Do you do tits and asses?"  I asked, fully aware of the double
entendre of my question.

  "I'd do both your tits and your ass anytime, Honey.  Tat or
anything else you might have in mind.  What would you like on
your tit and on that sexy ass of yours?"

  "How about a heart on my left buttocks?"

  "You got it, Babe... Sorry.  I mean, Gail.  Here are a sheet of
designs.  Pick out the one you want while I get my instruments
ready.  You can to into the dressing room to remove your top and
shorts.  There are some blouses and skirts hanging on the rank in
there that you can put on if you like."

  "That won't be necessary, Alex.  I'm not bashful."

  Alex was staring at me with both lust and a very obvious
erection, which wasn't surprising since I was sitting with my
legs wide open just a few feet from him.  "Do I need to remove
the top completely, Alex?  Can't I just open it and pull down my
bra?  Will that be okay?"

  "I think it might be.  Do it and let's see," he suggested. 
When I nodded, unbuckled my top, and then pulled down the zip, I
could see his erection throbbing.  It grew even more when I had
both of my tits out.  "Is this Ok?" I asked with a smile.

  "Oh hell yes!  You want to do your breast first or your butt?"

  "How about we do my ass first?  These shorts are really tight.
I'm going to need some help getting out of them."  Alex's face
looked like he had just heard that he had won the lottery.

  Turning my back to him, I said, "Come on, Alex.  Unzip me."

  I didn't have to ask him twice, but he took more time than was
really necessary to pull a zipper down.  I didn't mind in the
least.  I tugged hard pretending that I was having a lot of
difficulty getting out of the tight leather shorts.

  "Alex, I need your help.  Be a nice guy and pull my shorts off
while I lie back on the chair."  I laid back, lifted my legs
high, and arched my ass to allow Alex to slide the shorts over my
hips and then up my raised legs.

  "Thanks, Alex.  You seem to be really experienced in getting a
girl out of her shorts."  I laughed at my own little joke, but
Alex couldn't take his eyes off my now nearly naked body.  Both
naked tits thrust out of my top and only the black thong still
concealed my cunt.  I pulled the top off leaving just the bra
that covered nothing.  "Now, where do you want me for the
tattoo?"

  "Over here in my chair, but I have to change it first.  Just
take a few seconds."

  "Change the chair?" I asked, puzzled.

  "Yeah.  I have to have you bent over with your ass.... I'm
sorry... I mean your buttocks up in the air so I can work on
them.  I need to adjust my chair so that its arched upward in the
middle instead of forming a seat like it is now."

  "Oh.  Ok," I laughed, standing up.  Alex pushed a few buttons
and his "chair" almost magically transformed itself into a
padded, inverted "U" shape that was clearly designed for my butt
to be at the top of the inverted "U".  I mounted the inverted "U"
with my butt in the obvious position.  Looking back at Alex, I
asked, "I'm I in the right position for you to work on my ass?"

  "Oh hell, yes!"  he moaned.  Do you want... eh... a drape or
something?"

  "Drape?"

  "Yeah.  You know a drape... a sheet or something to cover your
body except for your ass.  It's less revealing that way."

  I grinned.  "That's very considerate and gentlemanly of you,
Alex, but that won't be necessary.  Come on, give a girl some
help here.  Take off my panties so you can get to work."

  "You sure?"

  "Do you need an engraved invitation to take a woman's panties
off, Alex?"

  "Hell NO!"  Ten seconds later, I was lying on the mound with my
naked ass up in the air wearing just my heels and the bra was now
almost around my waist.

  Alex traced the design of the heart on my ass cheek as I
watched him.  He was sweating, and the bulge at his crotch was
getting larger.  "Can I move a bit to get more comfortable?" I
asked.

  "Sure.  Until I start with the needle, you can move.  After
that, you have to be very still."

  I shifted about, presumably to get more comfortable.  When I
settled back onto the mound, my thighs were open a few inches.  I
was pretty sure that I now had my pussy exposed.  I checked
Alex's bulge and it had grown substantially.  "No doubt about
it,"  I thought.  He's looking right at my pussy from a just a
few inches away."

  To his credit, Alex concentrated on his work and about 20
minutes later, I had what was going to be a sexy, small heart on
my ass very close to my anus.   I checked Alex's crotch again. 
He was hard as iron... absolutely rigid.

  "Anything else," he asked, the excitement in his voice now
obvious.

  "One more thing, Alex.  I want something sexy on my mound...
you know, right above my clitoris.  Do you do mounds?"  I
grinned.

  "You know, Gail.  You are one beautiful cock teaser," Alex
said.  "Get up.  I have to fix the chair again so your pussy is
elevated.  Are you used to having your pussy elevated, Gail?"

  "No, unfortunately, I'm not.  My husband, Glenn, doesn't have
much interest in me now days.  I'm sorry... really.  I know I've
been teasing you badly.  That's pretty bitchy.   I'm sorry.  Ok?"

  "No.  It's not Ok.  Get back in the chair, Gail.  Put your sexy
ass on the cushion in the center so that your mound and pussy are
in position."

  He grinned as I settled back in the chair once more spreading
my legs slightly to give him a view of my wet pussy and swollen
labia.  "Is this the way you want me?"

  "No.  Spread wider and pull you knees up to your big tits,
Gail.  If I'm going to put a tat on your pussy, I want to see
what I'm going to be working on."

  "Oh yes," I moaned softly as I duplicated the stretching
exercises I used at "The Total Body", but this time without the
leotard and this time in front of a hot, horny male who was
wildly excited and who, I was certain, intended to fuck me.  When
I had my knees pressed back just outside of my tits, I whispered,
"Am I in the right position now, Honey?"

  "Oh hell yes!  You have one gorgeous pussy!  What kind of
tattoo do you want?"

  "What do you recommend, Alex?  You've tattooed a lot of
pussies, haven't you?"

  "I have.  You want me to pick out a tat for you?  Something I
think is appropriate for you?  Be careful."

  "Do me, Alex.  You choose."

  Alex injected the local anesthetic causing me to wince slightly
and then set to work.  He put a small blindfold over my eyes so I
couldn't see what he was putting on my mound.  I began to get
nervous.  I had teased this man badly and maybe he was about to
get even with me.

  A little short of an hour later, he removed the blindfold. 
When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of a naked
Alex with a rigid, 7-inch, condom-sheathed cock standing between
my upraised legs.  He licked his lips, fisted his cock, and moved
it no more than an inch away from the opening to my cunt.

  "I want to fuck you, Honey.  Do you want it?  If you do, pull
your legs back further and align your cunt with my cock... NOW!"

  I didn't hesitate a second.  My pussy was already gushing just
from the thought of Alex ramming that sex spike into me.  Yanking
my legs back so my knees were just outside my tits, I looked
between my thighs and did my best to align my cunt hole with
Alex's cock.  "OH YES!  FUCK ME WITH THAT THING, STUD.  HARD,
HONEY... HARD!!"

  Alex mounted me, wedged his body between my spread thighs, and
pressed his cock against my opening.  His eyes locked on mine;
his hips snapped forward sinking four inches of cock into my
pussy.  I heard myself gasp as I felt it stretching me open. 
Holding my ass, Alex worked another two inches of dick into me. 
I groaned as he pulled it all the way out.  He looked between my
thighs at the pulsing opening of my vagina, leaned forward, and
whispered,

  "Hot Bitch!"

  "Oh god YES!  PUT IT BACK IN ME!  FUCK MY MARRIED PUSSY!"

  "You want it back inside your hot, wet married cunt, don't
you?"

  "OOHHHHHHH GAWD... FUCKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEE...PLEASE....FUCK
MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!",  I heard myself begging.

  His next thrust buried the entire seven inches of cock into my
throbbing hole.  The guy shoved my thighs even further back to
open my hole completely.  Once he had me in the position he
wanted, he began fucking me with hard, determined strokes...
everyone thudding with masculine authority into my cervix.  I
locked my arms around his back and held on tightly as he fucked
me harder... faster.  I could hear the squishing sounds of his
cock plunging in and out of my contracting channel.

  It was glorious!  The friction of his hard cock on my clit was
fantastic.  I could feel every ridge of his shaft as it pistoned
in and out of my cunt.  My first orgasm rippled through my body
in less than a minute.  I was sure pedestrians on the street
could hear me wailing in hot female ecstasy.

  For the next ten minutes, Alex hammered stroke after stroke
into my convulsing pussy with each stroke being punctuated by my
feminine squeals and his masculine grunts of pleasure.  I came
again when I felt Alex's finger going into my rectum.

  I was about to cum again when he growled, "I'm gonna pump you
full of hot cum, Honey".  As he said it, he delivered another
hard thrust into my hot depths.

  "OH YES.  Shoot it, Alex.  Give it to me!"

  I felt his strokes quicken and become more forceful.  His body
went rigid on top of mine; he drove his organ as deeply into my
cunt as he could, held it there as I wrapped my legs around his
hips.  Locking my ankles, I groaned, "YES!  NOW! SHOOT IT, STUD!"

  Alex's sex gun fired a huge volley of semen into the condom. 
This was followed almost immediately by a second, then a third
and a fourth thick stream of semen until I wondered if his condom
might break under the strain.

  When Alex finally withdrew his now wet and semihard shaft from
my still throbbing vagina, he looked between my thighs, grinned,
and said, "God!  You have an absolutely gorgeous cunt, Honey."

  "You just think it's gorgeous because you just fucked it, Baby.
 God! Did you ever fuck it!  I came four times!  How does my tat
look?"

  "I think you'll really like the result."

  "What kind of tat did you put on my mound, Alex," I asked not
just a little nervous.

  "Exactly the same as the heart I put on your sexy ass, but with
one extra addition... at no extra charge I might add."

  "What addition?"

  "See for yourself."

  Alex held a large mirror so I could see the tat from a good
angle.  As he had said, the small red heart on my mound was a
duplicate of the one on my ass, with the exception that this one
had a cupid's arrow through the heart with the point of the arrow
aimed right at my clit and my gaping, well-fucked cunt from less
than an inch away... as if pointing the proper direction.  It was
beautiful and very, very sexy.  I loved it!

  "Thank you, Alex.  That's just perfect."

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

The Plan:  Phase 2:

  Toward the end of the week, I walked into the offices of
"McCory and Everston, Private Investigators" to keep my 1 PM
appointment.  I had selected another one of my new leather
outfits, the one with the full-length skin-tight pants with a
tight red top. Naturally, I wore 4-inch CFM heels.

  Brent McCory came out of his office to greet me in the waiting
room, a courtesy that I was certain contributed to the firm's
reputation as the best in the city.  "Good afternoon, Mrs.
Balcom.  A pleasure... a real pleasure... to see you again," he
stated as his eyes took in every inch of my body.  I pulled my
shoulders back slightly to enhance his view.  "Please, would you
come into my office?"

  He stepped aside and allowed me to enter first.  I knew his
eyes were on my ass as I approached the contoured chair at his
conference table.  Before taking a seat, I bent over the chair,
looked back, and asked, "Is this chair ok?"  I knew it was, and
he knew that I knew it was, but I wanted to give him a better
view of my ass.  McCory grinned in appreciation of my display and
said, "That's perfect, Gail.  Just perfect!"

  Once seated, McCory said, "Well, the investigation of your
husband's activities that you requested is essentially finished.
I'm not certainwhether what we've found will be good news or bad,
but at least you'll have the truth."  With that comment, he took
a thick folder out, placed it on the table in front of me, and
said, "It'll in here.  There are two copies in your folder, and
we keep one for safekeeping in our vault."

  "Give me a quick summary... just the important details."

  "Ok.  I made an appointment with Glenn and pretended to be
seeking counsel on a business deal.  During the meeting I planted
two audio bugs and one video pickup.  Two days later, one of our
female agents... a really hot, sexy woman... made an appointment
with your husband to see if he would represent her in civil suit
being brought against her.  When he informed our agent of his
fees, she pretended to break down, cried, all that stuff telling
him she couldn't afford it.  Leaving out all the details which
are on the audio and video pickup, he offered to represent her
for sexual favors in lieu of monetary payment."

  "Wouldn't that get him disbarred if the bar association were
informed?"

  "Absolutely, and since our agent knows of the presence of the
audio and video bugs, it's admissible in court as this is a
"one-person" state."

  "What do you mean by, 'one-person state'?"

  "In this state, if one person in a room knows of the presence
of audio and/or video bugs and will so testify in court, the
evidence gathered is legally admissible.  Some states are
'two-person states' in that both parties must know of the
presence of the bugs before the material is admissible."

  "Ok.  I understand.  Go on."

  "Anyway, to make a long story short, over the next two weeks,
your husband fucked our agent three times in his office.  Every
moan, every thrust is on the audio and video recordings."

  "Anything else?"

  "He's fucking his secretary.  In the two weeks we monitored
him, he screwed her in his office four times and made dates to
see her at hotels another two times.  We also audio recordings of
conversations with his secretary identifying four other female
clients whom he's fucked."

  "But those recordings aren't court admissible?"

  "No, they aren't because no one on the room knew the bugs were
there, but they carry a lot of weight with his employers, Lambert
and Dawson, and if the women clients know that he's told others,
they can bring a civil suit against him.  He would almost surely
be fired by his law firm."

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

   It was nearly 7 PM when Glenn arrived home that evening.  I
was certain that he had probably spent the last hour or two with
his cock buried in some slut's cunt, but that was to my
advantage.  With his lust quenched and his energy sapped, he
would be even more vulnerable.

  For the first time, I had discarded my frumpy clothes and was
wearing a tight, sexy dress, and heels that emphasized my new
look to best advantage.  I had also had my hair and nails done
and had spent an hour on my make up.  I looked gorgeous and hot,
and I knew it.  Best of all, Glenn knew it as soon as he looked
at me.  His mouth dropped open in shock.  I absolutely loved it!

  "My god!  What happened?  Good lord!  You're drop-dead
gorgeous!  How in hell did you do this?  I can't believe it."

  "Believe it, Darling.  Believe it.  You're going to be seeing a
lot... I mean a lot... of changes around this house from now on.
Pour yourself a drink, Honey.  Make it a big one.  You're gonna
need it."

  "Fuck the drink!  Let's go to the bedroom.  I can't wait to see
you out of that hot dress!"

  "Only in your dreams, Darling.  Only in your dreams.  I've had
my fill of your 5-minute, wham-bam, thank you-Mam quickies.  Get
a drink and sit down."

  After Glenn was seated opposite me on the couch, I spent the
next hour laying out all the material I had on his activities
that McCory's firm had provided.  I played the hot audio tapes of
him fucking the woman McCory had hired and then the video tapes
of the same scenes.  That was followed by audio tapes of him
screwing his secretary several times and one video of her on the
couch, her legs failing in the air, as my husband pounded his
cock in and out of her raised vagina.  At the end, I played some
of the video tapes of him mounted on two different female
clients.

  As the tapes were playing, I was posing seductively against the
desk, most of my thighs on display with my tits thrust forward. 
Before the end of the hour, Glenn was sweating and very, very
hard.

  "I have to give you credit, Darling.  You're quite the randy
stud with all those sluts.  Don't know why you couldn't have
shared some of that cock with your horny wife.  You've been
fucking me once or twice a month!  What kind of shit is that?"

  "That stuff's not admissible in court!  I know.  I'm a lawyer."

  "Bull shit!  Cora was an hired agent for the detective firm
acting in my behalf.  She knew of the presence of the audio and
video bugs.  And she will testify to that effect.  That makes it
admissible, Mr. Big Shot Lawyer!"

  Glenn was clearly stunned.  He stammered, "Well, maybe.  But
the stuff with my secretary and the clients certainly isn't
admissible."

  "That's right, but when Mr. Lambert, Mr. Harmon, and Mr. Dawson
see the tapes and audio, and when your female clients receive
copies in the mail and contact Lambert and Dawson threatening
suit,... oh, how should I put this, Darling... how about... "Your
ass is grass, Baby!  You will certainly be terminated.  And when
the bar association sees the tapes and audio of you accepting sex
as a condition to take a case... I would say that your disbarment
is a certainty.  You'll be mowing lawns for a living, Honey."

  "You dirty Bitch!" he screamed starting to rise.

  "Sit down, you Bastard!  Touch me and you'll be prison for
assault.  I guarantee it!  Besides, you misspoke," I said in
calmer voice.  "I may be a bitch, but I've spent two hours
bathing and preparing for this meeting... I'm certainly not
dirty... slutty hot, maybe, but not dirty.  By the way, how do
you like my new firm, hot, big tits?"  I lowered my dress to give
him a good view. I saw my husband's pants move as his cock
throbbed.

  Glenn sank back into the couch, defeated.  "What do you want? 
A divorce?  Money?  To ruin me and my entire life?  God!  Doesn't
that seem out of proportion to you?"

  "Haven't you ever heard that hell hath no fury like that of a
woman scorned, Darling?"

  When my husband shook his head in obvious distress, I eased his
pain.  "Actually, Darling, none of those dire scenarios you
envision are going to happen.  I don't want a divorce, nor money,
and I most certainly don't want to ruin your career.  In fact,
quite the opposite.  I want to help you make junior partner and
after that, full partner."

  "What?  What are you talking about?" he asked totally confused.

  "Be patient, Darling, and I'll explain.  Should I put my tits
back inside my dress?  They seem to be causing a you a very hard
problem."

  "You teasing, hot Slut.  Are you wearing panties under that
tiny dress?"

  "Of course, I'm wearing panties."  I unzipped the dress and let
it fall to the floor.  Leaning back against the desk now naked
save for my heels a small thong, I smiled sweetly at the aghast
husband.  "See, Darling.  Your wife is decently dressed with
panties."

  "Damn!  They're so small they just barely cover your cunt."

  "True, but technically, I'm wearing panties.  Shall I dress or
stay like this?  You can take out your cock and jack off if you
like."  My husband began rubbing his cock but was too embarrassed
to take it out and stroke it.

  "I guess you prefer me like this.  Ok.  Here's the deal.  Right
now, our income from your law practice is nice, but still small.
It will increase greatly when you make junior partner and when
you make full partner, it will explode upward.  We'll be making
well over a million a year then.  This is a community property
state.  I want half of those millions.  Getting the picture,
Darling?"

  My husband's mouth was open but no sound came out.  So, I
continued.  "Don't worry.  Half of what you will make as a full
partner is vastly more than all of what you're making now.  We'll
have a great life together.  To get this done, I want you doing
just what you've been doing only more so.  You don't need to
sneak around any longer.  If you need to take a female client to
Vegas for a weekend of fucking to get a big account, do it.  Just
let me know so I won't worry about you're being gone.  And be
certain to keep that secretary of yours happy by giving her as
much cock as she needs... a good secretary can be a huge asset."

  My husband was now stroking his cock through his pants.  He was
still shaking his head in disbelief.  "You said you were going to
help me make junior and then full partner... how?"

  "Simple, Darling.  I'm going to be fucking Lambert and
Dawson... a lot... and in ways they only dream about in their
fantasies.  So don't be surprised when I'm not home in the
evening... I'm working in our behalf.  In addition, if you need
to land a big male client who's hesitating, invite him to dinner
with us.  I'm sure he'll be interested in your wife's pussy.  Men
would far, far rather fuck another man's wife than a high-priced
call girl no matter how beautiful she is.  And for that matter, I
think most men will be wild to get into my pussy.  Don't you
think so?"  At this point, I removed my panties and spread wide.

  "Oh Fuck, Yes!  Let's go to bed.  I can't wait to fuck you!"

  "Sorry, Honey that's not going to happen.  First, I have a date
tonight with a very interesting man.  I'm meeting him in an hour.
 I doubt that I'll be home tonight.  And second, from now on,
Lover, you won't be visiting my pussy much... if ever.  You need
to concentrate on the job at hand... making junior partner and
that, as we both know, means using your cock to satisfy the cunts
of your clients and your secretary.  If things go well over the
next few months, I might reconsider, but don't count on it and
certainly don't hold your breath.

  "Who are you meeting?  You said we should be open with each
other," my husband asked.

  "You're right, Darling.  I'll tell you tomorrow."

  "Well, at least tell me what's so interesting about him."

  "You really want to know?"

  "Yes.  Please."

  "Several things.  He's young.  He's got a dynamite body, toned
and muscular.  He's randy and hot for me.  And... you ready for
this, Baby?"

  "Go on."

  "I'm told on good authority that he's got a 10-inch black cock.
 See you tomorrow, Lover."

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

  Matt Everman was waiting anxiously in the lobby of the Hilton
when I entered.  The handsome, black trainer jumped to his feet
to greet me as soon as I approached.

  "Oh, you look fantastic, Gail.  I was afraid you had changed
your mind.  I really didn't expect you to show up."

  "Why wouldn't I?  You come really highly recommended.  When
Lance told he was tied up with his steady girlfriend tonight, he
suggested you might like to spend some time with me.  In fact,
what he actually said was that you would give me a night to
remember."

  "Well, you're married and ... well... you know... I'm black.  I
just thought you wouldn't show."

  "My husband hasn't been fucking me properly for a year.  Things
may change at some time in the future, but he's in the dog house
right now.  As for the other, I've never had black cock before. 
I think that's an omission that needs to be corrected.  Don't you
agree?"

  "Oh hell yes!"

  "Good.  That's settled.  Let's go to our room now.  We can
order room service later if we're hungry."

  "I need to get us a room.  I didn't get one because I really
didn't think you'd show."

  "I reserved the room yesterday, Honey.  Shall we?"  I put my
arm through his and let him lead me to the elevators.

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

  "Oh yes, Baby!  Lick my butt... like that... just like that! 
Mmmmmmmm..."

  The feel of Matt's tongue flicking and probing my ass was
electric.  It was sending hot shivers through my pussy.  Then his
fingers moved onto my clit at the same time his tongue pushed
inside my ass.

  "OOoohhhh... OOOooohhhh!  AAAAhhhhhh!  Don't stop!  Don't stop!
 Oh fuck!  More... more... more!!"

  I needn't have worried.  This hot black stud had no intention
of stopping and letting me recover.  He had me bent over with my
pussy boiling hot and throbbing, and he was going to keep me that
way.  The fingers pushed inside my vagina as his thumb worked
over my erect clitoris.  I wailed and moaned.

  When I felt the tongue sliding sensuously down my slit to my
engorged clitoris, the sensations were so intense, I tried to
pull away.  Matt was having none of that!  His powerful arms held
me in place while his tongue worked magic on my throbbing clit.

  "Oooohh... I can't take that... stop!  AAAahhhh... it's so
intense it burns...  aaahhhh... stop... stop," I whined being
used to white men who would do what I told them... not this black
Adonis.  His tongue circled my pulsing clitoris again and again.
It was dancing wildly... trying to retreat into its protective
hood.  Matt's tongue simply followed and continued the exquisite
torture.

  Suddenly, my juices spurted high in the air as my entire vagina
convulsed in a series of hard spasms.  "AAAAAHHHHHHH... GAWD
DAMN!  SUCK IT!  SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE HARDER!" I now heard myself
screaming.

  "That's better," my dominant lover growled.  "Hump your hot
ass, Baby!"

  Instantly, my hips began to thrust in fuck motions as the
tongue and fingers worked on my exploding clitoris and cunt. 
"AAAAHHHH... SHIT...OOOOHHHHH.. UUUNNGGGHHH... STOP.. STOP..
NOOOOO... CAN'T TAKE IT... PLEASE... STOP!"  Matt ignored me and
sucked my clitoris into his mouth.  Pressing and moving up and
down the shaft with his tightened lips, his tongue flicked
rapidly over the swollen, pulsing tip.

  "GGHHAAAA!!  UUNNGGH!!  MORE!  MORE!  I'M GONNA CUMMMM.... SUCK
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

  After my third intense orgasm, Matt stripped me completely and
moved away to remove his own clothes.  Reclining on the couch
with my lungs heaving from my orgasms, I kept my legs open for my
hot lover.  When he pulled down his briefs, I couldn't suppress
the gasp of fear and excitement that surged through me.  His cock
was rigid with lust, a huge, thick sex spike that was going to be
fucking me very soon.  My entire body shuddered as my cunt
throbbed.

  He sat down beside and gave me a very clear order: "SUCK IT!".

  Kneeling over his huge cock, I pushed the head into my mouth. 
I could feel the pressure on my jaw as it was stretched wide to
accommodate the huge black shaft.  Matt took my hair in his hand
and began working my mouth up and down his cock.

  Four inches entered... three inches withdrew.  I gasped, saliva
running down his cock, lubricating it.  Five inches entered
pushing at the back of my throat.  "Uunngghhhhh UUGGHHH!"

  He held five inches against my throat.  I squirmed, trying to
pull back.  He was just too powerful, too dominant.  He repeated
his command.  "I told you to suck it, Gail.  SUCK IT!"

  I pushed my head downward.  His hands forced it further as six
inches were in, the last inch entering my throat.  I gagged and
tried to pull back.  No hope.  He not only held my head in place,
he forced my head downward until seven... then eight... then nine
inches of cock was down my throat.  Then, he began to fuck my
mouth as I caressed his balls and sucked each time the huge shaft
slid down my throat.  Finally, my lips were kissing his pubic
hair on every thrust.

  I sucked harder waiting for him to unload down my throat, but
he surprised me by withdrawing the massive shaft from my mouth
and throat.  "Mmmmm... you give fantastic head, Gail.  I love it.
 Not one woman in ten can do what you just did.  WOW!"

  "Why didn't you cum?  I wanted you to shoot off."

  "I know, and I will later tonight, but I want to put the first
load in your gorgeous pussy."

  "Oh gawd!  I'm ready, Matt.  More than ready.  Get on me, Baby.
 Put that big cock into me!"

  Matt sat back on the couch and pulled me onto his lap.  "Put my
cock into your pussy, Gail.  Then work it until it has you
stretched.  Do a good job because afterwards you'll be on your
back with me mounted between your thighs fucking you like wild
stallion."

  The thought had me shaking with desire as I straddled Matt's
thighs, raised my ass over his big sex spike, fitted the whead
into my opening and slowly sank downward forcing my pussy to
stretch around the big shaft.

  "OOohhhh fuckkkkk!  That's just huge!" I moaned as inch after
inch entered my hot, wet hole.  Matt's hands moved to my hips and
gently forced me downward.  "GAWDDDD... AAAHHHHHHHHH."  Matt's
hips thrust upward as his hands pulled down.  More cock entered
until my cunt was stuffed... totally stuffed.  Then... slowly...
I began to fuck Matt's big cock.

  His masculine grunts mixed with my shrill female cries as my
pussy fucked his cock and his cock fucked my cunt.  Finally, I
was burying his entire shaft on every trip my ass made down his
cock.  We fucked each other harder... faster.  "Are you going to
cum in me, Matt?  I'm ready... ohhhh... gawd!  Am I ever ready!"

  "Then cum, you hot Bitch!  NOW!" he ordered.  I held on tightly
and hammered my pussy up and down his cock.  It took less than a
minute before the orgasm ripped through my cunt.

  When my convulsions ebbed, I stared into his eyes.  "Jezz! 
You're still hard as stone inside me.  You didn't cum!  Please...
don't hold it back any longer.  I want your big load inside me. 
PLEASE."

  "You got it, Honey," Matt whispered.  His arm encircled my
waist as he effortlessly turned me onto my back and moved between
my thighs into my sex saddle.  I spread my legs as wide as
possible, pulled them back, and thrust my ass upward to present
my cunt for fucking.  He nailed it instantly!

  Matt hammered his cock in and out of my throbbing hole
relentlessly.  I had had my pleasure... now it was his turn and
he was using every inch of my vagina.  I could feel his big
cum-filled balls slapping against my ass every time he drove into
my depths.

  "OOOhhh god... YES!  FUCK ME... FUCK MY HOT CUNT, MATT.  BANG
MEEEEEEEEEE... HARDER.  SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

  Again and again, the huge phallus withdrew until only the big
head remained socked into my pussy... then the powerful male hips
drove it inward... hard... into the bottom of my waiting cunt. 
Again and again.  Suddenly, I came!  The explosion caused my
vagina to clamp down on his shaft and throb in hard spasms around
him.  That was more than he could take.

  I felt his organ expand inside me... throb... as he drove
short, hard strokes back and forth in my gushing channel.  His
buttocks clenched... hard... his sex gun fired a thick, huge
stream of semen and sperm deep inside me.  The throbbing cock
made me cum again as a half dozen spurts of semen completely
filled my hole until thick, white cum spurted out between my lips
and the sides of his cock drenching both us and the couch.

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

  After recovering, we took a break and Matt ordered a room
service dinner for two.  When the bellhop arrived with our
dinner, Matt had me put on my black bra, a thong, and my CFM
heels and answer the door.  The young guy couldn't tear his eyes
off my tits and naked ass as he served the food.

  After the bellhop had left, and we were eating dinner, I
challenged Matt:  "You sexy Bastard.  You got off making me show
off my big tits and naked ass to that guy didn't you?"

  "What makes you think that?" he asked as he continued eating.

  "Because that big black fuck stick of yours got hard.  It was
practically ripping open your briefs you were so damn hard."

  Now Matt stopped eating a grinned.  "You got me.  Yeah.  It
really turned me on.  I was hoping the guy would ask if he could
fuck you."

  "Why?" I asked.  Now puzzled.

  "So I could watch.  That would have been incredibly hot."

  "Really?  You would have enjoyed that?  Even gotten off on it?"

  "Hell yes!  About 90% of the men in the world would have. 
Don't you know that?"

  "I guess I didn't.  Why didn't you tell me?  I would have
fucked the guy if I had known that you wanted me to."

  "Well.  This is our first time together and I was afraid you'd
freak out and leave.  And I would hate that."

  "Why?" I grinned, knowing the answer but wanting to hear him
say it.

  "Because I want to screw you several more times tonight."

  "Several more?  You think you're up to that?"

  "Let's see if you ask me that in the morning."

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

  As soon as we finished eating, Matt had me on the bed fucking
me again.  I realized that he really wasn't kidding about being
turned on thinking about watching the bellhop fucking me.  As he
pumped his cock in and out of my pussy, he kept whispering in my
ear.

  "Just think how hot your would have gotten with that bellhop
fucking you while you watched my big cock getting harder and
harder and harder while I waited for my turn in your hot cunt."

  And then just before he unloaded inside me, "He's gonna cum in
you, Gail.  Can you feel his hard dick throbbing in you."

  It turned me on as much as did Matt.  I had two orgasms before
his rod began spewing cum into my cunt.

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

  It was 3 AM.  I had been sound asleep before I realized that
Matt was fucking me again.  When I was fully awake, I found
myself on my knees, my head resting on the bed with my ass arched
high.  Matt was behind me, holding my hips, his body socked
firmly between my wide-spread knees.  I heard him grunting as he
drove his cock in and out of my wide-open, waiting pussy.

  Within seconds, I was moaning into the pillow in which I had my
face buried.  The loud, wet, squishing sounds of the huge male
piston driving in and out of my sex cylinder filled the room.

  Matt was growling.  "Take it, Bitch.  Take my big black cock,
Baby.  Gonna put another load into you... Ugh!  Ugh!  UGH!"

  I heard myself screaming... "OOOHHH Fuck meeeeeeeeee!  I'm
cumminggggggggg.... aaaahhhhhhhh... cummingg!!"

  My cunt and clit were still throbbing when Matt flipped me over
onto my back and nailed his prick back into my contracting cunt.
His cock plowed in and out of me amid my continuous female howls
of pleasure punctuated by occasionally screams when my clitoris
throbbed in another orgasm.

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

  During the next month, Glenn and I were home together in the
evening no more than twice a week.  Either he was out with his
secretary or a female client, or I was entertaining a prospective
male client for him.  I was also finding time to occasionally
work Lance, Matt, and Alex into my busy schedule.

  As a result of these collaborative efforts, Glenn's law
practice was booming.  He was now bringing in far more new
clients to Lambert and Dawson than any of the other young lawyers
with the firm.  This situation was both pleasing and exciting to
us and, at the same time, somewhat distressing.  It was
distressing because in spite of the success Glenn was having, he
had not yet been promoted to junior partner.

  On one of our evenings together at home, he commented on the
situation.  "I just don't see what the problem is.  I'm
diplomatic, cordial and friendly to everyone in the firm, and not
pushy.  Yet, no promotion.  What do you think is wrong, Gail?"

  "I think the problem is that Lambert and Dawson are busy with
huge, multimillion dollar clients and just haven't had the time
to look over your record and those of your competitors. 
Eventually, they will get around to doing this, but we need to
give them an incentive to speed up this process."

  "Such as?"

  "Such as a sexual interest in your wife.  Didn't you say the
firm is holding a party for all the employees two weeks from
now?"

  "Yeah.  It's at Dawson's mansion this time.  Lambert and Dawson
switch back and forth hosting the party."

  "Is Dawson married?"

  "He's divorced.  Lambert is married, but the rumor is that both
he and his wife have lovers on the side."

  "That's just perfect!  Are spouses invited to the party?"

  "Absolutely!  You've just never wanted to go before."

  "Well, now that we're both working to get you a junior and then
a full partnership in the firm, things have changed.  We'll both
be attending this party, Darling."

  "How do you plan on getting Dawson or Lambert's attention?  It
will be a big party."

  "Oh come on, Dear.  How does any woman get the attention of a
man?  I don't anticipate a lot of problems.  You just need to
arrange to become the invisible man during the party.  Go
outside... talk about business to colleagues.  Or even better,
get an urgent call from a client and express your regrets about
having to leave to Lambert and Dawson.  Make certain to tell them
that I'll be staying at the party and you'll try to get back by
11 PM or so."

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

  The party was large as my husband had said it would be.  It
didn't cause me any concern.  As soon as Dawson, and then later
Lambert, had laid eyes on me in my tight, red evening gown, I had
their attention.  Not surprising, since the dress exposed over
half of my tits.

  I gave Dawson a nice smile, and he immediately came over and
introduced himself.

  "Good evening.  I'm Lane Dawson.  I don't think I've had the
pleasure of meeting you before."

  "Gail Balcom," I said extending my hand.  Dawson was six inches
taller than me, and he used his extra height to stare down my
cleavage.  I leaned forward slightly to enhance the view.  "My
husband is Glenn Balcom.  He's a young lawyer with your firm."

  "Oh yes.  I know Glenn well."  Dawson looked around the room
searching for my husband.  Not seeing him, he asked, "Is your
husband here tonight?"

  "Yes, but I'm afraid he's spending all his time working.  It's
a catch 22 situation.  The harder he works, the more clients he
attracts, and the more clients he has, the harder he has to
work.."

  My husband timed it perfectly.  At that moment, he came over
and said to Dawson, "Good evening Mr. Dawson.  Have you met my
wife?"

  "I have, and I must say, Glenn, that I'm not happy with you for
having hidden her away for so long."

  "I'm sorry, Sir.  Actually, I came over to extend my apologies
for having to leave for a few hours.  A client just called my
cell and needs to see me immediately.  She's potentially a very
large client for the firm, so I'm going to be gone until sometime
after 11 PM.  Could I impose on you, Sir, to look after my wife
for a few hours?"

  "Of course, Glenn, of course!  Not a problem.  I'm impressed
with your dedication and aggressiveness.  Just concentrate on
taking care of your client's problem.  Gail will be fine."

  "Thank you, Sir."  Turning to me, he said, "I'm sorry, Darling.
 I can't possibly make it back before 11 PM or maybe later."

  "I understand, Glenn.  I'll be fine."

  My husband kissed me lightly on the cheek and hurried off.  It
was really an excellent performance.  If he had been an actor, he
would have been nominated for an Oscar.

  "Have you seen the house, Gail?"

  "No, I haven't.  I've been admiring it all evening and hoping
that I would get a chance to see it."

  Dawson beamed.  "I assume you've already seen the ground floor.
 Let show you what's upstairs.  This way, Gail."

  Lane motioned toward the elevator and followed me.  I knew his
eyes were watching my ass.  I made certain that it moved
seductively as I walked toward the elevator.  Once inside, he
stood behind me, his eyes locked onto my cleavage.  I leaned back
slightly so that his cock brushed against my ass.  I neither
pulled away nor pressed back.  The next move was up to him.

  I needn't have worried.  Dawson didn't become a full partner by
being hesitant or nervous.  "MMMmmmm... I like the way your body
feels against me, Gail."  I knew it was a test, and I didn't pull
away.  Instead, I turned my head toward him and smiled.  When he
lowered his lips to mine and kissed me, I returned the kiss.

  He was still kissing me when the doors opened.  Breaking the
kiss, he conducted me on a tour of the second floor, which
included the spa, game room, small movie theater, a fully
equipped exercise room, the library, and his study as well as two
full bathrooms.  Every thing was elegant.

  "The top floor is even better.  Come on."  I followed Lane to
the elevator, and as soon as we were back inside, he again pulled
me tightly against his body and pressed his mouth to mine. 
Again, I returned his kiss, and this time, I felt his tongue
sliding over my lips... pressing... pressing.  Just as the doors
opened, so did my mouth.  He pulled me out of the elevator
without his lips leaving mine or his tongue exiting my mouth. 
Before he broke the kiss, his erection was rotating sensuously
over my pussy.

  Once more, he conducted a guided tour of the top floor.  There
were three bedrooms, each with it's own private bath, and then
there was the master bedroom, which occupied half the top floor.
There was a sauna, a whirlpool bath, a hot tub, an attached
dressing room, and a huge computer controlled shower.  The bed
was circular beneath a large mirror inset into the ceiling.  The
place looked like a sultan's harem room.

  Standing just in front of that circular bed, Dawson kissed me
again.  Once more, his tongue delved deeply into my mouth as his
hands explored my back and the contours of my ass.  When he had
thoroughly explored every curve, his hands gripped my buttocks
and pressed my pussy hard against his now fully erect cock.

  When Lane broke the kiss, he continued to hold my body against
his own.  His voice was a soft whisper in my ear.  "With a very
simple arrangement, we could make your life, your husband's life,
and mine much more enjoyable, and for you and your husband, much
more profitable as well."

  I moaned softly into his ear.  "Tell me... but don't stop doing
what you're doing."

  "What am I doing, Gail.  Tell me."

  "Mmmmmm... you're exciting me... a lot."

  "How?"

  "Your cock... your hard, rigid cock is moving over my pussy. 
It's making my clitoris throb... getting me hot... ready.  Now,
it's your turn to tell me."

  His cock pressed even harder against my mound, and now he was
lifting my hips with his hands... higher... so that the shaft of
his cock was being pressed into the top of my slit right against
my erect clitoris.

  "OOohhhh gawd!  That's wonderful... tell me... but don't you
dare stop."

  "Very simple... I promote your husband to junior partner... the
Balcom family income rises enormously... and you and I have
regular sex together.  I'm divorced, and your husband will be
working during the day."

  "Ooohhhh Gawd!  I'm about to cum!" I groaned, my hips dancing
wildly against his thrusting prick.

  "Well?" he asked.

  "Yessss.... oh yesssssssssss!!"

  "Two conditions, Gail.  First, I don't use condoms.  Birth
control is up to you.  Second, I said regular sex.  I expect to
have you many times and frequently."

  "AAAAahhhhhhhhhhhhh... cumminggggg!"

  "Mmmm... yes, cum, you hot bitch.  Cum hard!"

  I had to wrap my arms about Lane's neck to keep from failing
when my legs gave way during my orgasm.  Ever the gentleman,
Dawson encircled my waist with his arms to support the helpless
female as she shuddered in orgasm.  When my spasms ebbed, he
asked, "Well?  Are my conditions acceptable?"

  "Of course, Darling.  First, I'm on the pill so condoms are
necessary unless you're worried.  And as for the second
condition, I would certainly hope that you would want me more
than one time.  Having a man fuck me and then lose all interest
is really hard on my ego."

  "That's good, but remember, I said many times and frequently."

  "As long as you're discrete, you can fuck me whenever you want,
Darling."

  "Fantastic!  Now let me have a look at you."

  I stepped back and posed for him.  His eyes were riveted on my
tits.  "How big are your tits, Gail?"

  "36DD, and all me, Darling."

  "Pull the dress down.  Let me see them."

  Turning, I looked over my shoulder and whispered, "Unzip me,
Darling.  Help a girl a little."

  "My pleasure," he grinned as he pulled my zip all the way down
in one smooth motion.

  Again I turned, faced him, and pulled the top of my dress away
from my tits, exposing both globes.  "Damn!  You have dynamite
tits, Gail.  Just gorgeous.  I don't see how Glenn finds the time
for all those clients... I'd be spending most of the time between
your thighs if you were my wife."

  "Well, I'm not your wife, but I have this feeling that you plan
on spending most of your time between my legs anyway."

  "Absolutely!  Lose the dress, Gail."

  I let it fall around my waist and then gathered the hem and
pulled it up so that the dress was bunched about my waist. 
Leaning forward, my tits hug enticingly while my ass jutted out.
It looked naked.

  "My god!  You were naked under that hot dress, Gail."

  "No I'm not.  You think I'm just a hot, dirty slut?  I'm
wearing panties."

  "I don't see any.  Prove it."

  I pushed the dress to the floor and kicked it into the corner.
I thrust my ass out even further.  "See, I'm wearing panties."

  "Like hell you are," he exclaimed.

  Turning, I faced him so that he could now see the small
triangle of my black thong that just barely covered my pussy. 
The thong strap was sunk deep between my ass cheeks so that from
the side or rear, I appeared to be naked.  "See... panties," I
grinned.

  "Yeah!  I see them.  Take them off.  NOW!"  I hurried to pull
my thong off my legs and threw it on top of my dress.  "From now
on, when we meet, you will be naked under your dress or skirt and
blouse.  No bra and no panties, no matter how small.  I want your
tits and cunt naked.  Understand?"

  "Yes," I whispered.

  "What do you understand?"

  "I'm never to be wearing a bra or any kind of panties when I
meet you.  My cunt and tits must be naked and ready for use."

  "Damn!  What a woman you are.  Sit on the bed.  Spread wide
open so I can see your hot cunt."

  I climbed onto the bed, one foot pressed into the mattress, the
other out to the side.  Arching my hips, I thrust my cunt at Lane
while I spread my labia open so he could see into my depths.

  "You're wet, Gail.  I can see the juices bubbling out of your
cunt."

  "Of course I'm wet, Darling.  You just made me cum, remember."
I held the position moving my ass back and forth in slow,
sensuous fuck motions while Lane stripped off his clothes.

  When he was naked, he said with confident masculine authority,
"I'm going to fuck you."

  "I hope so.  I'm been hot for you all evening."

  "It's lucky your husband's client called him away."

  "There was no luck in it, Darling."

  "How so?"

  "I know the lady.  I had lunch with her yesterday and arranged
every thing."

  "Oh fuck.  You hot, sexy, conniving Bitch.  Get on your back. 
Spread wide open!"

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

  "OOHHHH... GAWD DAMN! Fuck me harder, Lane.  Aaaahhhhhhhh
shit... you're so fucking hard...  bang me, Stud.  Fuck harder!"

  "UGH.. UGH... TAKE YOU HOT BITCH... UGH!  UGH!  UGH!"

  "AAAHHHHHHHHH... YESSSSS... I'M GETTING IT... FUCK IT... FUCK
MY MARRIED PUSSY, LOVER!"

  The circular bed protested and squeaked as Lane powered my ass
deep into the springs every time he rammed his cock into my
throbbing cunt.  I came for the fourth time while watching the
image in the ceiling mirror of Lane's ass rising and falling
between my thighs.

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

  "Hump your ass on that cock, Gail.  Fuck it hard," Lane growled
as I pounded my hips up and down on his rigid shaft.  He was
still iron hard in spite of having shot two huge loads of cum
into me during the last two hours.

  His fingers strummed my clit as I pounded my hips up and down
his shaft.  Sensuous squishing, sucking sounds filled the room as
his piston churned the cum loads in my cunt into a thick, white
froth and covered his cock and my pussy.

  When he was about to cum, he said, "This load is going all over
your beautiful face, Gail.  Fuck your pussy on me until you cum
and then roll over onto your back... keep your mouth open when I
shoot."

  I was too close to cumming to answer.  Again and again, I
rammed my cunt up and down on Lane's throbbing cock spike.  My
clitoris danced and throbbed, growing larger and larger, until
finally it just exploded.  My juices spurted as my vagina and
clit contracted in hard, repeated spasms.

  Lane generously allowed me to finish my orgasm before pushing
me onto my back.  As soon as he rose over me, I stretched my
mouth wide open and waited for the load.  He jacked his rod with
the head an inch away from my open mouth hole.  The small hole
opened and his load drenched me...half spewing all over my face,
the other half disappearing into my gaping mouth.

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

  Slightly over two weeks later, Glenn was promoted to a junior
partnership in Lambert and Dawson.  He burst into our house
around 6 PM, wildly excited and anxious to tell me the great
news.  I, of course, had listened with rapt attention.  That
evening my husband I celebrated the event with dinner in a 5-star
restaurant.  What he did not know was that I had already been
informed the previous evening by both Lambert and Dawson as they
were taking turns fucking me in the master bedroom of Dawson's
mansion.  Naturally, I didn't rain on his party by telling him.

  Glenn was immediately transferred to the main complex of
Lambert and Dawson where he had offices with four times the space
and ten times the elegance of his former office.  More
importantly, he now had access to a much more lucrative client
base with the result that our income now more than five times
what it had been and was still rising.

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

  Almost two months later on a Wednesday evening, Glenn and I
were relaxing in our den.  The first part of the evening had been
spent with Glenn informing of two new clients and their cases
that were particularly interesting and challenging.  Later, as
Glenn read the evening newspaper and I perused some catalogues,
it occurred to me that my husband had been home every single
evening for the last five or six weeks.

  As I thought about it, I realized that this was the case even
when I was going out to meet another man.  When I would leave, he
would look at me and tell me to have a nice evening.  On the
evenings when I returned before midnight, he was still home,
usually reading or watching a program on TV.  He would smile, say
something like he hoped I had an enjoyable evening, and then
retire to the guest bedroom, where he had been sleeping since
that evening months before when I had shown him all the evidence
of his infidelities that McCory's firm had amassed.

  It was weird... very weird.

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

  Over the next week, I watched my husband more closely with the
end result that I found his behavior unchanged.  He worked hard
all day in his law practice, came home by 6 PM, helped with the
dinner or fixed it himself, told me about his day and listened to
what I had to say about mine, if I said anything, and then spent
the evening at home.  When I went out for the evening, he stayed
at home.  I even faked a date one night and watched the house to
see if he left or had a female visitor.  He didn't.

  The following Wednesday evening, Glenn said he had some
interesting news to share if I had time.  After dinner when we
were enjoying a brandy in our den, he began:

  "I got a call today from Mr. Roy Martin of Martin and Cameron.
That's a large legal firm in Dallas, Texas.  He asked me if I
would be interested in relocating to Dallas to assume a full and
equal partnership in their law firm.  I told him I would have to
discuss it with my wife.  He said he fully understood and that I
could take a couple of weeks.  He also said if we wanted to visit
the Dallas and the firm's offices, they would pay all expenses. 
So... what do you think?"

  "A full partnership?  And this is a big law firm?  How did that
happen?" I asked, more than a little surprised.

  "Well, it turns out that I've discovered that I'm really a good
lawyer.  News of the business I've been bringing to Lambert and
Dawson has spread.  But mainly, the cases I've been winning are
being reported in legal publications.  Martin and Cameron need a
skilled attorney in my area of corporate finance so they gave me
a call to see if I had any interest in changing the firm's name
to Martin, Cameron, and Balcom.  If we accept, we say goodbye to
Lambert and Dawson, move to Dallas, and our annual income rises
above seven-digits."

  "Are you going to accept?"

  My husband shook his head.  "We're partners now.  All business
decisions are made jointly.  If you would prefer to stay here,
that's the end of the discussion."

  "Let me think about it for an hour or so."

  My husband nodded, and I went into the master bedroom, shut the
door, and took stock of the situation.  A little over an hour
later, I came back into our den where my husband was waiting
patiently.

  "I want to ask you some questions, Glenn, and I would
appreciate totally truthful answers."

  "You have my word."

  "For over six weeks, you've been home every night, no
exceptions that I can think of.  Right?"

  "I think that's about right.  Yes."

  "I've also just realized that it's been at least six weeks
since you've asked me to entertain a prospective male client for
you.  Why is that?"

  "I don't do that anymore, Gail.  I'm sorry I ever agreed to
have you do that in the first place.  I have no excuses.  I've
found that my legal skills are very, very high.  So high that
clients are lining up to obtain my services.  And as I win more
and more cases, those same clients are spreading the word.  I can
no longer accept all the clients who request my help."

  "At first, I accepted only the cases that provided the most
income.  That changed a month ago.  I now accept the clients whom
I think need my help the most.  So... the bottom line is that you
won't be asked to entertain any more clients for me.  I'm sorry I
ever permitted it in the first place."

  I was shocked... stunned, to say the least.  "Is there anything
else you wanted to ask?" my husband said softly and with a smile.

  "What about all the female clients you were entertaining?"

  "Same answer, for the same reasons.  I don't do that any
longer.  I stopped over two months ago.  It won't happen again."

  "What about that hot-assed secretary of yours?  How do you have
time for all the new clients you have?"

  "Marion is no longer my secretary.  When I was promoted to a
junior partnership, I was given a new, much more experienced,
secretary.  She's all business... and so am I."

  "What happened to Marion?  She must have been crushed."

  "Thank you.  That's sort of a nice compliment... I guess.  But
the truth is the only way she's being crushed is under Lambert's
body.  She's working in his offices now.  She got a promotion
too."

  I was silent for 15 minutes while my husband waited patiently.
Finally, I just had to ask.  "No more female clients... no more
Marion... you haven't left the house in the evening for almost
two months, and you're sleeping the guest bedroom.  Who's taking
care of your sexual needs?"

  My husband answered without hesitation.  "No one.  Not even my
right hand."

  "Are you telling me that you haven't had sex in six weeks?"

  "Closer to two months actually."

  "Is something wrong physically?"

  "No... at least nothing other than the fact that I'm so horny
I'm climbing the walls."

  "Why haven't you asked me?  I don't understand."

  "I lost the right to ask you for sex when I treated you like
dirt and laid all those other women.  If you hadn't reacted the
way you did, I'd still be trying to get female clients by
servicing their sexual needs rather than relying on my legal
skills.  Because of you, I now find myself one of the better
corporate attorneys in the business, and I'm getting even better
each day.  Thank you."

  "Can you wait until Saturday evening for me to give you answer
about the move to Dallas?"

  "Certainly.  Take as long as you need."

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

  The following Saturday afternoon, while Glenn was busy sanding
and refinishing out deck, I was in the master bedroom preparing
for my hot date that evening.  After showering, doing my hair,
and makeup, I was looking over the clothes I planned to wear that
evening.

  I decided I had really outdone myself.  The fishnet hose I had
purchased from Victoria's were pure, hot slut wear.  The sexy
black garter belt made them even more slutty.  The matching black
bra wasn't a bra at all.  All it did was cup both of my large
breasts and thrust them up and out leaving them essentially
naked.  As an added enticement, the black, platform five-inch
heels I had purchased to complement the outfit were so whorish I
wondered if I might be arrested.  Finally, the tight, black
sheathe lying beside the rest of the slut wear on the bed just
barely covered the tops of the fishnets.

  Not wanting to spend any time in the kitchen, I had two pizzas
delivered and there was beer in the fridge.  When the food
arrived, I was wearing a long robe that covered my nakedness. 
Glenn came in off the deck and said, "Take a look.  I think it's
going to be pretty nice when I put on the stain and sealer."

  Looking out the patio doors at the deck, I had to agree.  It
did look totally professional.  After eating the pizza, Glenn
relaxed in the den with another beer while I retired to the
master bedroom to dress in my slut wear.  When I had every thing
on except the sheathe, I called out to my husband.  "Glenn, come
into the bedroom and tell me what you think of my hot outfit for
the evening."

  When he entered, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at
his whorish wife, open-mouthed and stunned.  I was lying on the
bed, on my side with my legs drawn up and my ass thrust toward
him.  Without panties, all of my ass was exposed and the wet,
inviting slit of my cunt peeked from between my thighs.  One of
my naked tits was thrust out and on display.

  "Think Dawson will like me in this outfit, Darling?"

  "Oh fuck!" Glenn moaned.  I could see his cock had surged to
instant erection.  After almost nine weeks with no sex, it tented
his pants and throbbed with desire.  "Unless he's dead, he will
love it.  In fact, even if he's dead, he'll probably get hard."
His words made my cunt throb.

  As he turned to leave, I heard him mutter, "I can't believe I
could have been so totally stupid."

  As usual, as I was leaving the house, my husband told me to
enjoy myself.

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

  It was 8:30 PM when I returned home.  Before going inside, I
walked around to the back and checked out the deck.  It was now
completely sanded and ready for the stain.  It did look
fantastic.  As I expected, my husband was in the den watching a
sports program on TV when I entered.

  "Are you Ok?" he asked as soon as he saw me.  "It's only 8:30."

  "That's all the time I needed, Darling."

  "What?  You never get home before midnight when you're with
Dawson... most of the time, you spend the night.  What do you
mean that's all the time you needed?"

  "Sit down, Darling.  Early this week, you told me how sorry you
were for treating me so badly before.  Now it's my turn.  I told
Dawson and Lambert tonight that it was over.  I also told them
never to call me again.  After ending it with them, I called
Lance, Matt, Alex, and the other two men I've been with and told
them the same thing.  So... it's over... totally over."

  "I don't understand.  What happened?"

  "What happened is simple, Darling.  You treated me very badly,
but I've treated you even worse.  But no more... ever again.  Now
I have one more question to ask you.  Do you still want me for a
wife or do you want a divorce?"

  Again, my husband answered without hesitation.  "I want you!"

  "Then we better start moving your stuff back into the master
bedroom right now, Darling.  And, Honey.  Even though the deck
looks fantastic, don't bother to finish it.  We're moving to
Dallas as soon as possible.  I can't wait."

  Now Glenn was grinning... laughing with joy.  "But your outfit?
 You said you were getting ready for a really hot date tonight? 
Was that just to torture Dawson?"

  "Absolutely not.  I was getting ready for a hot date... with a
randy stud who's has nine weeks worth of sperm and cum in his
balls and who's wild to fuck off my whoring ass."

  Abruptly, Glenn pulled me into his arms, crushed my body to
his, and kissed me with a passion that exceeded that which I felt
on our wedding night.

  "Oh god... oh god... I'm never, ever letting you go again. 
Never!"

  His 7-inch cock was raging hard and thrusting wildly against
me.  "I need to tell you one more thing, Lover."

  "What?"

  "I stopped taking my birth control pills last Wednesday, and
this is my most fertile time of the month.  I ovulated this
afternoon.  If you pump nine weeks of cum and sperm into my cunt,
you'll be taking a pregnant wife with you to Dallas."

  "Ohhhh fuck!  You hot, sexy, wonderful Bitch.  I'm gonna bread
you, Honey."

  Fifteen minutes later, my screams gfrom the master bedroom
echoed throughout the house:

  "OOOHHHHH FUCK IT INNNNNNNNNNNN.... LOVER... CUM IN MY HOT
CUNT... BABY... BREED MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!  AAAAHHHHHHHHH...
YESSSSSSSSSS... LIKE THAT ... LIKE THAT... SHOOOT IT... STUD...
SHOOT ME FULL OF IT!"

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

  The deck looked gorgeous along side of the swimming pool and
bath house.  In fact, the entire landscaped backyard was a
perfect complement to our gorgeous new, 4000 square foot home.

  The aroma of the steaks on the grill filled the air as the men
chatted about the playoff chances of the Dallas Cowboys this
coming season.  Cora Martin was telling me about a new shopping
center that had just opened and suggested that we look it over
this coming week.  Doris Cameron was setting the table and
putting out the salad, baked potatoes, and green beans.

  When every thing was ready, my husband gallantly pulled back my
chair for me.  When I had taken my seat, he kissed me tenderly
and gently patted my large belly.  Everyone around the table
grinned and a moment later, we raised our glasses in a toast to
even better days yet to come.

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