2007-08-31

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

Sensuous Encounters - 3: Paula's Erotic Hotel Tour
by RLM

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Paula's extensive tour of the hotel included a visit to the topless swimming pool.

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The Convention:

The national engineering conferences were held twice yearly, usually at a major city on the east or west coast. Occasionally, a conference was held in Chicago. The conference sites were selected by the National Executive Committee of the Engineering Sciences and booked five years in advance to ensure a sufficient number of hotel rooms for the thousands of conferees who would be in attendance. I had only missed one conference in the last ten years and that was due to an awful case of the flu.

The conference this spring was scheduled to be held in San Francisco, and as a member of the National Committee, I had a major part chairing several sessions in my field and presenting several papers at other sessions. It was going to be a very busy four days for me.

Weeks in advance of the conference, I had invited Paula to come with me, but she had declined saying that there would be very little for her to do since she knew I would be busy from 8 AM until after 7 PM every day.

"Are you certain you wouldn't like to come with me?" I asked for the fourth time. "I'm sure that a beautiful, sexy woman like you can always find something to do that's fun and entertaining."

"Usually, I would agree, Darling, but we'll be stuck in the conference hotel with all those engineers who can't think about anything other than the paper they're going to be giving, or the session they're going to be chairing, or the research proposal they hope to get funded as a result of their participation in the conference. That's really hard on a woman's ego, Honey. I think I'll pass, but I'm really glad you asked and want me come with you."

"Engineers think about other things than conference sessions and papers," I protested.

"Really? What if I ask you to have one of your subordinates handle one the sessions you're supposed to chair so you can spend the time in bed with me... fucking your sexy wife's ass off? Would you do it?"

I hesitated, not knowing what to say. Paula gave a throaty laugh. "See what I mean. Don't worry, Darling. I'm not mad and I do understand that you have to take care of business. I wouldn't have it any other way, but you can understand why I would rather stay home, can't you?"

I nodded and gave up.

Two weeks before the conference, all the hotel maintenance workers, the bellhops, and the food preparation service personnel in San Francisco went on strike. As a result, every conference scheduled for at least the following month in those hotels had to be cancelled. The National Committee held an emergency meeting via telephone conference to decide what to do. It seemed that we had no option but to cancel the conference, which would be first such happening.

The actual conference call was filled with doom and gloom. Everyone hated having to cancel, but no one could think of any way to avoid it. Finally, I made the obvious suggestion. "Let's move the conference to a different city. There are still two weeks to go. That will give the conferees ample time to change their plane reservations."

"Brilliant suggestion, Gordon," one of the committee members, an MIT engineering professor, remarked with not just a little sarcasm. "Of course, you know exactly where we can obtain 10,000 hotel rooms or so for the conferees with just two weeks notice, I presume."

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Really? And where might that be? In the land of Oz perhaps?"

"That might work, but I was thinking of Las Vegas. They have literally hundreds of hotels and could provide 20,000 rooms if we wanted. We will just have to spread the conferees around to a dozen hotels or so and provide continuous shuttle buses between all the hotels where they will be staying and the two conference site hotels."

"Hell yes! That will work. Absolutely!" the committee members from IIT and Berkeley shouted.

"Well, it might," the MIT member conceded, but how are we going to prevent the conferees from spending all their time gambling and picking up women?"

"Excuse Me!" said the female member from General Electric. "I can assure my illustrious colleague from MIT that I have no intention of picking up women."

Realizing the inappropriate nature of his comment, MIT mumbled an apology and said no more. By 10 PM, we had subcommittees appointed to handle the various details. My job was to arrange for two of the hotels and prepare the e-mail notices to be sent to all registered conferees.

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"What did you say?" Paula asked me at the dinner table the next evening. "Did I hear you correctly? You're moving the convention from San Francisco to Las Vegas?"

"That's correct. I've been working on my part of the details all day. I'll probably still working on some items all week long."

"Why are you doing that? That seems insane?"

"The National Committee had no choice. Not really. I'm a very important and vital member of the Committee, as I've told you many times."

"Yeah.. .yeah... yeah. At least 20 times. So what?"

"So, when I told the Committee that my wife finds San Francisco boring and refuses to come with me and provide sex, the Committee suggested we move the convention to Las Vegas. As I said, they really had no choice." She threw her napkin in my face.

"Hey! What was that for? I go to all this trouble so you can have a fun-filled week in Vegas and you throw things at me?"

"Just be glad it was my napkin and not my steak knife."

I smiled and explained the real reason why we were having to move the conference site. When I finished, I asked very softly, "Do you want to change your mind about coming with me or not?"

"You sexy, hot Bastard. You know I want to spend four or five days in Vegas. With you gone all day long, every day, who knows how much fun I might have."

"I know," I said.

"Do you mind? I'll behave myself if you do."

"If you behave yourself, you might as well be in San Francisco."

"That's true." Paula paused and then asked. "Well, can I play some or not?"

"As long as you make it fun for me too."

"Don't I always? Now... how about you? Are you going to play? Are we going to have one of our sexy getaways after the conference where we confess all of the sexy things we each did?"

"Of course we are. Why else do you think I wanted you to come with me? Those sexy getaways are the best part."

"MMMMmmmm... they are, Darling. Let's go to bed. You've gotten your wife hot as fire. I hope that special hose of yours is ready to put out my fire."

"With you, it's always ready."

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Sunday: Day #1

As usual, our flight to Vegas was delayed due to mechanical problems. As a result, we were three hours late in arriving. By the time we were in our elegant Vegas strip hotel room, it was 9 PM. We were both starved. So much so that we didn't even unpack. We just headed for the restaurant.

Even though I had worn jeans on the flight, I was turning heads as we walked through the lobby and casino toward one of the hotel's restaurants. Naturally, Gordon was as aware of it as I was.

"Good grief. We haven't been here a half hour yet, and you've already got a dozen men panting," he said low enough so that only I could hear his comment.

"I know, but I'm not doing anything to show off, Darling. Really, I’m not," I protested. "In fact, I'm wearing these old tattered jeans."

"Right... just those old tattered, skin-tight jeans that just barely cover your ass. If your delectable pussy wasn't shaved, your bush would be showing over the top of those "old tattered jeans". And I would suggest that your skimpy halter and bare midriff could possibly be of interest to all the bug-eyed men watching you. And maybe... just maybe... those twin 36DD cannons that are about to fall out of your halter could also be a factor."

I knew I looked hot, but I loved hearing my husband tell me that.

Hugging my husband's arm tightly, I whispered, "Don't you like the way I look, Honey?"

"I love it. So does every other guy. And don't let go of my arm."

"Why not?"

"Because I like all the other men knowing that you're my woman."

"You always know exactly what to say to turn me on, Lover." I pressed my tits into my husband's arm and clung to him all the way to the restaurant.

When the waiter was taking our order, he stood right next to me, his eyes looking straight down into my cleavage. Some waiters don't even write the order down. They just remember it. This man had us repeat it twice. Neither of us thought it was because he was dim-witted.

The more the waiter tried to see my tits, the hotter I got. Before he left the table, I could feel the wetness on my inner thighs.

During dinner our very attentive waiter returned frequently to our table to see if we required additional service. After the fourth such visit, Gordon asked, "Did you notice our very concerned waiter has an erection?"

"Of course I noticed. I think you should leave him a generous tip, Darling."

"I should tip the guy for getting a hard-on staring down my wife's cleavage? He's the one who should be tipping me!"

"Oh don't be such a stick-in-the-mud, Lover. The poor guy is hurting."

"I'll make you deal. I'll leave him a 25% tip if you show him your tits as an added tip. In fact, that's the tip he really wants."

"Oh... that's the kind of deal I like! You leave the tip on the table... take your time. I'll meet you outside the restaurant in the lobby in about 10 minutes."

When Gordon handed the waiter his credit card to pay the bill, I followed close behind him. He didn't see me until he was swiping the credit card. I smiled and leaned on the table giving him a very good view of both my cleavage and my nipples.

As much as I was showing him, I didn't think the guy would need more of a hint.

"I told my husband that I needed to go to the ladies room. We've got about 10 minutes."

"Follow me. Hurry." He whispered.

He walked down a passageway, past the kitchen area, and then opened a door to the storage room where food items not requiring refrigeration were kept. As soon as I walked though the door, he closed and locked the door. The only illumination was a small overhead light.

"Take them out. I want to see them," he ordered. With no bra on, all I had to do was pull the halter to one side and both of my tits surged out. He was all over them in a moment... hefting one... kissing the other one.

He had his lips locked onto one nipple and my other tit in his hand in a flash.

"Just my tits?" I asked surprised.

"Can I?"

"I don't know? Can you? We have eight minutes left."

The guy had his pants and shorts down around his ankles in 10 seconds flat. I followed suit and removed my halter and unfastened my jeans. He knelt and pulled my jeans and thong panties down in one motion. I kicked off my heels, and the randy stud quickly got naked. We had only taken 20 seconds to strip.

The guy had a very nice cock... maybe 8 inches and moderately thick. Best of all, he was hard as a rock. His rod stood straight up. Pulling my head down, he moaned, "Suck me."

"You didn't need to get me naked to have me suck you, Honey."

"No, but I like my women to be naked when I fuck them."

"MMmmmmm... sounds hot." I lowered my mouth over his cock and sucked in the first five inches. My pussy was already gushing and more than ready. As soon as both my hand and lips began moving up and down his throbbing prick, he groaned and pulled my head away.

I could have cum from sucking his big, throbbing cock, but he wanted it in my cunt. So did I.

"Damn... that's great, but I want to fuck you. Bend over the table."

"We only have five minutes, Lover. Make it count," I hissed as I leaned over the table and arched my ass high. I had to stand on tip toes to bring my hole into position for him.

"AAHHHHHHh... Fuck! Stick that big thing into me! UUUNNNGGGHHH... yes ... yes... YES! Like that. UGH! Just like that!" I wailed as he pounded his meat deep into my wet, receptive cunt.

I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER, STUD. RAM IT IN!"

It only took me two minutes to cum. The waiter felt the walls of my pussy clamping down on his dick... releasing... then contracting again... over and over. I was hissing with the hot sensations racing through my cunt.

"OH Shit! You're cumming, you hot slut. Take my cock, Baby!" He drove it all the way into me... again and again... forcing my tits to slide across the table top from the sheer force of his fucking. I shoved my hand between my thighs and began frantically rubbing my throbbing clit.

"Oooohhhh you hot bastard! I'm cumming again... NOW! Shoot in me! SHOOT IT IN!"

He did in a series of five or six strong jets... each one pumping more and more of his load into me.

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Gordon was waiting for me outside the restaurant. In all, I had been gone 11 minutes. "Well, did you show him your tits?" he wanted to know.

"Did you leave him a 25% tip like you promised?"

"I did. Did you keep up your part of the deal?"

"Of course I did. He took me into a storage room, and I took off my halter for the guy. He just stared... afraid and uncertain as what to do. I had to tell him he could feel them if he wanted to. He kept moaning as he felt me up so I told him he could suck them."

"Did he?"

"Of course. Isn't that what you had in mind when you told me to show him my tits?"

"Sure. Did he cum?"

"I think so. He groaned like he was cumming."

"I wonder how he's going to wait tables the rest of the evening with his pants full of cum?" We both laughed, but not at the same thing. Of course, my sexy husband didn't know that at the time.

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Monday: Second Day:

Gordon was a wild man in bed that night, cumming once inside my pussy and later inside my ass. As soon as he entered me, he had commented, "Damn. You've got one hot, wet pussy. I need to let you show off your tits to waiters all the time."

By 6 AM, he had gotten out of bed, showered, shaved and left for his long day at the convention. The convention site where his sessions were scheduled was over a mile away, so he had to take the shuttle. I stayed in bed until well past 9 AM before getting up and taking my shower.

Having decided to start the day with a brisk workout in one of the several lavish spas in the hotel, I selected a blue warm-up outfit. The tight, stretch pants came all the way down to my ankles but the top of the pants ended four inches below my navel. The pants were so tight every one of my curves was emphasized, and if I pulled the pants up as far as they would go, my butt and camel toe were outlined perfectly. The halter top had two straps and didn't expose any cleavage, but it ended just below my tits. If I reached up for anything, the bottom of my breasts would be exposed. I didn't bother with either a bra or panties. After slipping into my socks and tennis shoes, I set out to find one of the exercise spas.

Although there were maps showing the layout of the hotel at a variety of locations, it was much easier to just ask at the main desk. I was waiting in a short line when a very sexy and virile-looking man tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned, I couldn't suppress the small intake of breath his appearance caused. He looked European, maybe Italian, with long, dark hair and smoldering, dark eyes that seemed to be able to see right through my warm-ups. His sensuous, full lips curled upward in a sexy smile as his eyes slowly examined every part of my body... first my face, then downward to my breasts, which he inspected openly, and finally, further down to my legs and ass, which he also took his time enjoying.

Gardello examined every inch of my body. Before he was halfway finished, I felt the wetness forming between my thighs.

"Good morning. I'm Santini Gardello, Director of Entertainment and Services here. You seem to need some assistance. Perhaps I can help?"

I was shocked to find myself staring at the man. He was about 5' 10" or maybe 11", about 175 lbs that looked like solid, well-toned muscle. His shorts, which fit almost as tightly as my warm-ups, revealed finely-toned, muscled legs and thighs and a very large bulge at his crotch. Even though his bulge was large, it was obvious that his penis was not hard. Given the provocative way I was dressed, I was surprised, shocked, and disappointed. The man was sinfully erotic and handsome.

When I found my voice, I said, "I was looking for one of the exercise spas. I guess that's obvious from the way I'm dressed."

"I thoroughly enjoy the way you are dressed, Mrs... ?"

"Mrs. Baxter. Paula Baxter. Please call me Paula and thank you," I said feeling the blood rush to my face and pussy.

"Beautiful women never need thank a man for stating the obvious. All my friends call me Santi. Unfortunately, all the public spas are very crowded at this time of day. Perhaps you would prefer to join me in my private workout room? It's very well equipped."

"That's very considerate of you considering that I'm just a guest here."

"True, but it's my responsibility to see to the well being and entertainment of our guests. I was about to begin my morning workout. I would be delighted if you would join me, Paula."

Before I even thought about it, I heard myself saying, "That would be wonderful."

"Superb. Please. My facilities are on the second floor. Shall we?" Santi led the way, and I walked beside him, his eyes watching the nearly unrestrained bounce of my tits.

"Would your husband like to join us?" he asked.

"I'm afraid not. He's with the engineering conference. In fact, he's a member of the National Committee and will be busy all day, every day, all week. In fact, he told me not to expect him back before 7 or 8 PM every day." When I saw Santi smiling at the detailed information I had offered, even more blood rushed to my face and pussy.

"A member of the National Committee, you say. I'm impressed. Your husband is obviously a brilliant engineer." The elevator doors opened and Santi motioned me to the right.

"You're incredibly young to hold such a prestigious position with the hotel. 'Brilliant' is probably the appropriate term for you as well."

"That's very kind of you, Paula, but unfortunately, I owe most of my success to the simple fact that my family owns the controlling interest in the hotel."

"That's very modest of you to put it in those terms, but I don't have the slightest doubt that you're an incredible asset to the hotel in your position. It must be very rewarding."

"It is. The biggest reward is the opportunity to meet beautiful women such as yourself." More blood rushed to my pussy. Without panties, my thighs were already wet. I wondered if I had soaked through my warm-ups.

Santi unlocked the door to the fully equipped spa. After we entered, he relocked it. He smiled, I felt myself throb.

"Shall we begin on the treadmills? I think it's always best to work up a slight sweat before going to the weights."

The treadmills were side-by-side. We started slow and then gradually increased the pace. When we reached a easy jog, my big breasts were bouncing. Their motion was forcing my halter to rise exposing the bottom swells of both of my breasts. Santi noticed immediately.

"You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen on a woman. Just magnificent!"

When I looked over to thank him, I saw that the bulge in his shorts was now growing rapidly to immense proportions. I tried to cover my excitement by smiling at his complement. Santi stopped his treadmill, leaned against the machine, and watched me. His eyes never left my breasts. Without looking, I knew his penis was getting much harder.

"Let's try the pulley weights now," he suggested. When I was seated, Santi adjusted the locking pin so that I would have only a small amount of weight to lift. He took the adjoining machine and adjusted the pin so that he was lifting an awesome load. When I pulled back on the cables, the strain again caused my halter to slide up exposing the bottom of my tits.

I was doing every thing I could to get my halter to pull even higher and expose more of my breasts for Santi.

"Unbelievable! I must see them! Raise your halter, Now!"

It never even occurred to me to say "no" to this sensuous man. He already had me soaking wet and throbbing without so much as touching me. I jerked up my halter in one quick motion.

Not since I had been with Luis Mendez in Chile and New York had I felt so turned on so quickly by a man. My nipples were swollen and hard.

"Il mio Dio! Che le tette incredibili!"

"What?" I asked not understanding.

"I just said "My God! What incredible tits!" in Italian. There is almost no sag even with their size."

"Do you like them?" I asked, knowing the answer, of course, but fishing for another complement. With a man like Santi, I should have known better.

"I think you already know how much I like them. You've been checking out my erection for last 10 minutes. Do you like it?"

"Oh yesss," I hissed, totally in heat by this time.

"Il vostro asino! Devo vedere il vostro asino! Hurry! Now! Your ass! I must see your ass! Turn around and pull down your warm-ups. Hurry! I cannot wait."

Turning, I leaned over so my tits dangling enticingly. When I knew his eyes were glued to my ass, I pulled down my pants until they were below the crease where my thighs and ass joined. Looking back at Santi, I saw him removing his shorts. His long, erect cock surged into the air as soon as his shorts were down.

I could almost feel his eyes probing into my ass crease and deep into my hole.

"Well?" I asked.

"Marvelous! Pure distilled sex! Il suo sorca! Mostrarmi il suo sorca! Now your cunt! Show me your cunt!"

Unzipping the pants legs of my warm-ups, I worked them over my tennis shoes and off. Now naked except for my useless halter that was bunched about my neck, I leaned back on the exercise bench and pulled my legs up. I kept my thighs pressed together until Santi glared at me. Immediately, I spread my legs and pulled my pussy wide open for him.

I wanted him to see my cunt... all of it. When he stared between my gaping thighs, small orgasms washed over me.

"My god! I must fuck you... hard... often... many times this week."

"Oh yes. I know. Will you fuck me here? now?"

"No. Not here. I will take you to one of the suites and fuck you there. The first of many times I shall be inside your luscious body. But first, I must feel your mouth engulfing my cock. Can you deep throat my cock?"

Staring at his mighty shaft, I estimated him to 8 inches... about the size of my husband. "Yes... I can deep throat you, Santi. I would love to deep throat you. Will you cum in my mouth or wait until later when we are in the suite?"

"Paula, you will soon discover that I can ejaculate many times... almost as frequently as you can have orgasms. Yes... I intend to cum in your mouth. You will swallow all of the load."

"Of course."

For several minutes, I licked Santi's cock head letting my lips caress all of it and my tongue circle his cock ridge. When he ordered me to take every inch, I rammed it all the way into my throat in one stroke. I only had to suck him for less than a minute before his first load fired into my belly.

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The suite in Room 1106 was elegant. There was sitting room, large bath, dressing room, and a large bedroom with a king-sized bed. Santi quickly ushered me past the sitting room into the bedroom. The maid had not yet made up the bed, and it was obvious that some woman had been fucked on it the night before. I couldn't have cared less.

Santi had me naked in less than a minute. With no apparent effort, he carried me to the bed and dropped me in the middle of it. He stripped equally quickly, and two minutes after we had entered the room, his head was between my thighs, his mouth covering my pussy. The man had incredible technique.

Santi grasped my thighs firmly... spreading me... making me arch my hips toward him. I raised my head from the bed so I could see him working on my throbbing cunt. I couldn't have suppressed my hot gasp of pleasure even if I had wanted to when Santi's long tongue speared into my hot hole. The tongue was sliding up and down the length of my sex trench. As he moved back and forth through my slit, his tongue was probing deep inside my pulsinig hole.

My hips hammered up and down on the bed as he brought me to a higher and higher pitch of sexual frenzy. The harder I throbbed, the faster his tongue fucked my hole and licked my engorged clitoris. It was more than I could stand... more than any woman could have stood... without exploding in an intense orgasm. My legs tensed... my hands closed tightly into fists.. my mouth opened wide. I heard myself howling helplessly as my vagina convulsed and in hard, repeated spasms.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHH.... AAAGGGHHHHHH... GGGHHHAAAAA!!"

Santi didn't let up on me for a moment. Somehow his tongue reached deep enough to stroke my G-spot causing me to squirt all over his face. His lips sucked hard on my contracting clit, ripping groans of pleasure from my lungs. My head was thrashing from side to side as I twisted the sheets frantically in my fists. "Ooohhhh my god... you're fantastic! Please... Don't stop. Make me cum again," I hissed. "OOOHHHHH... I LOVE IT!"

My entire body was shaking. My fists were clenching so hard, my nails were cutting into my palms. Again and again, I pushed my lower body tighter against Santi's mouth. Each stroke of his fantastic tongue brought new cries of delight. I came again... then again... my juices boiled out as my tits bounced wildly. Santi sucked my bursting clit into his mouth, clamped it hard with his lips, and stroked it with his tongue... again and again. My legs flew out... locking at the knees as my feet and toes curled back. I heard myself screaming every four-letter word I had ever heard as this awesome stud make me explode. He suddenly pulled his mouth off my convulsing clitoris and worked it hard with his hand... rubbing firmly... hard and fast... until my hole went into a series of convulsions that propelled my juices four feet into the air and far across the bed.

I was still in the throes of my intense climax, quivering and panting on the bed, when Santi moved upward between my legs, mounting me. When I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now, Paula... hard and deep."

"Oh god yes! Fuck me, Santi. Fuck me hard. Give it to me!"

Santi held me by the waist as he pushed his thick 8-inches of cock at my pussy. I could feel my cunt dimple inwards as the big cap forced its way into me. At first, Santi had to work to stretch me open enough to permit his entry. He pressed harder and then, suddenly, stretched me open and burst into my depths. I heard myself cry out in sheer ecstasy with the hot feeling of his thick shaft sinking into me... deeper and deeper... his cock head racing down the entire length of my vagina until it thudded hard against my womb.

I grunted and moaned continuous as Santi fucked me like a wild stallion, his body crashing down on me with every thrust. Quickly, I rose to a peak. My entire body arched as I wailed in the bliss of another climax... this time around Santi's thick cock.

My vagina convulsed around the eight, thick inches of cock Santi had buried inside my pussy.

Santi kept it buried deep inside my throbbing pussy while I rode out the orgasm. When the hard contractions of my vagina ebbed and changed to slow, erotic twitchings, he flexed his thick organ bringing a new round of moans from me. He kept this up for several minutes until my hips were once more thrusting hard against his body.

"Please, Santi. Fuck me now. Fuck me and cum in me," I groaned.

With a growl of masculine pleasure and triumph, Santi slowly pulled his rod from my sexual embrace and began to screw me. A loud cry exploded from my mouth as my back arched thrusting my cunt upward to receive his cock. He fucked me with long strokes while at the same time, his hands were squeezing my tits and twisting my nipples.

In just moments, I was moving with him... my hips thrusting up as Santi pushed down into me. He speeded up. His hips became a blur of motion as he socked his thick shaft in and out of my wet hole. Suddenly, his hands moved under my ass to bring me into perfect fucking position. He was grunting louder and louder with each stroke until finally, he pushed his cock in deep lodging the big head right at the opening of my womb. I felt his organ jerking and pulsing as he poured voluminous gushes of sperm-filled semen into my receptive cunt.

Fifteen minutes later, I was still lying on the bed, half on my back... half on my side, with Santi's thick cum streaming from my dilated hole. He had taken a quick shower and was now dressed and moving toward the door.

Santi's load had filled me so full that a thick river of it was cascading from my pussy.

Before he left, he turned toward me. "I have hotel business I must attend to, Paula. Stay as long as you like. After you've had lunch, I suggest you go to blackjack table #18 and play for a couple of hours. I'm sure you will enjoy yourself."

"I'd just lose a fortune, Santi. I don't know anything about playing blackjack."

"I took care of that problem 10 minutes ago. Just buy $200 in chips, bet $25 on each hand, and watch the dealer. He will be dealing the players' hands face up. When it's your turn to play, if he looks straight at you, take a hit. If he looks down at the table, stand. If you should split or double down, he will ask you if you would like to do that. If he asks, do it. If he doesn't ask, take no action. After two hours or when you're $500 ahead, stop playing. Understand?"

"Is that legal?"

"It is if you own the casino," Santi laughed. "Now 4:30 PM sharp, I want you to meet me in the Tahiti Lounge. If you need directions, ask at the front desk."

"What do you have planned? Remember, my husband will be back between 7 and 7:30 PM. I need to be in my room waiting for him."

"And you shall be. But between 4:30 and 6:30, I will give you a tour of the hotel and, of course, enjoy your delicious body again."

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The blackjack game came out exactly as Santi had predicted. With the dealer telling me what to do when he knew his hole card and my hand, I was $500 up in about an hour and a half. It was only 2:30, so I decided to shop for an hour before returned to my hotel room to shower and dress for my afternoon date with Santi.

I was waiting for him by the cash register at the front of the Tahiti Lounge when he entered. He smiled broadly at me, obviously pleased that I had arrived early and was waiting for him and also by my very short skirt, heels, and black corset that shoved my tits up and out.

Santi and most of the other men who saw me liked the view.

"I thought you were hot in those tight, stretch warm-ups, but now you're an erotic vision." I felt myself shivering with pleasure at Santi complement.

For the better part of an hour, Santi took me to some parts of the hotel most guests never get to see. Stopping outside one room with a very ornate door, he said quietly, "When we are inside, you must be totally quiet. Say nothing. The men in the room are playing Texas Hold'em poker for extremely high stakes. They also often make unusual wagers. Just watch and enjoy."

"What kind of unusual wagers?"

"They bring their wives with them. A wager of a wife for a week is the equivalent of a $50,000 wager."

"My god! What if the man betting his wife loses?"

"Then she becomes the property of the winner of the hand for a full week." My pussy was already tingling with excitement.

There were six men around the table and the dealer. Sitting in chairs against the wall were their six wives. None of them seemed overly concerned that they might become the property of some other man for a week before they left the room.

The wives looked sexy, but unconcerned about who might be fucking them that night.

After several hands had been played, the betting began to spiral upwards on one particular hand. Every one had folded except for two men who were raising and reraising each other. Both wives were now leaning forward... clearly wondering if their husbands would put them on the table as a bet.

After several rounds of betting, one of the men said, "Fuck all this money. We've already got more than we could ever spend. I want that hot cunted wife of yours."

"Ok. My wife against yours?"

"Done. How long? A week?"

"No. Don't have that much time before I have to fly back to New York. Two days."

When Santi led me out of the room, the wife of the man who lost the hand had been ordered by her new owner to strip, mount a side table, spread her legs wide open. We paused in the doorway to watch her as she rubbed her pussy in anticipation. Amazingly, the men watched her finger fucking her cunt and then went back to their poker game.

After watching her strip and spread her legs, the men ignored her.

"Isn't he going to fuck her?" I asked as Santi led me toward the elevators.

"Of course... many times later tonight and tomorrow. Most likely, he put her in bondage in his suite and use her until he's drained. He'll probably let his friends enjoy her after that."

"Oh god," I moaned at the thought.

"I think you're more than ready for cock. Shall we?" He led me to the elevators. Once we were inside, he said, "Take out your tits. Just open your jacket and let them stick out." My pussy was dripping before we reached the ninth floor.

As he led me down the hallway, he consulted a small black book as he checked the room numbers. When we reached Room 972, he smiled and unlocked the door. Down the hallway, a man had just emerged from his room. He saw me, and I gave him a smile just before Santi pulled me into the empty hotel room.

One other man saw me standing in the hallway with my tits out.

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I was being fucked on one the tables in the hotel suite. My soft moans filled the air as I gyrated beneath Santi's body. His iron-hard, thick, eight inches of meat slowly sinking in and out of my widely stretched vagina. He had already made me cum twice and was now pumping me slowly toward still another climax. As he forced his cock back and forth inside my sex channel, I heard myself whimpering in ecstasy.

I was surprised when I felt him pulling his cock from the grasp of my throbbing vagina. Grasping my waist, Santi lifted me with no apparent effort and turned me over so that I was now face down on the table. My moans started again when I felt the cock pushing back into my pussy.

As the thick organ sawed in and out of my cunt, I felt oil being poured into the crease of my ass. His fingers spread the oil over my anus and one oiled finger worked its way into my rectum. With a hard cock pleasuring my pussy and a finger inside my ass, I groaned with sexual pleasure and raised my buttocks to encourage Santi to push in deeper.

More oil was applied to my ass, and the finger pumped me faster and deeper... twisting and thrusting until I was urging him to do it to me. Another finger entered and my anus stretched to allow it entry. More moans and whines of female pleasure filled the room. I arched my butt high and grunted when Santi thrust a third finger inside my ass.

Suddenly, the cock was pulled from my cunt. "NO... NO... please. Don't take it out! Please," I cried out desperately.

He ignored me. "Fuck your ass on my fingers," Santi ordered.

I moaned with need, but his fingers had stopped moving. They were still in my ass, but they had stopped fucking in and out of me. "Do it!" came the order. I obeyed by pushing my buttocks up to take his fingers deeper into my ass.

Without warning, Santi pulled his fingers from my ass and pressed the head of his cock against my anal ring. He worked it back and forth coating it with oil. Then he pressed it even harder against my back hole. For a time, my ass wouldn't open sufficiently to allow the thick organ to enter. He pushed harder and my sphincter gave way allowing the big head to sink into my tight hole.

I groaned with pain/pleasure when his cock head popped through my sphincter and sank into my ass.

Slowly, he worked his cock deeper and deeper into my ass while I screamed with a mixture of pain and hot pleasure. His rod continued to sink deeper and deeper until I felt his balls slapping against my clit. All 8+ inches of meat were buried in my ass. He began to fuck me harder... faster. My moans were changing to hot cries of pleasure mixed with grunts. My body was trembling as it usually did when I was about to cum.

An orgasm exploded deep inside my ass and spread to my pussy and belly. My uncontrolled wild cries filled the room as I rammed back against the surging cock screwing in and out of my ass. I heard Santi give a low groan then his body quivered as his load filled my back passage.

I came at the same time as Santi ejaculated inside my ass.

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Tuesday: The Third Day:

Gordon came in Monday night a little after 7:30 PM. He was exhausted, but not too exhausted to want to forego an evening out with me and later, in me. We went the hotel's 5-star restaurant, and as we were looking over all the delectable selections on the menu, Santini Gardello came over to our table. I held my breath.

"Good evening. I do hope you approve of our selections. Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Santini Gardello, the Director of Entertainment and Services for the hotel." He handed Gordon his card. "If you need anything... anything at all... during your stay with us, please call me. We want all of our guests to have a wonderful and memorable experience."

Santini and Gordon chatted for a moment. Then, Santini shook my husband's hand and wished us a pleasant evening. With an elegant European gesture, he kissed the back of my hand just before he left. He also pressed a note into my palm.

"Nice guy," my husband observed. "I can't remember the last time the Director of Entertainment at a large hotel like this one came over and personally introduced himself."

"Well, we are having dinner in an extremely expensive restaurant. That's probably part of the reason," I suggested.

Gordon agreed and Santini was forgotten.

We got back to our room around 9:30 PM, and Gordon fucked me like a raging bull for an hour. The hot, masculine sounds he made both times he shot his load into me were so powerful and erotic, they drove me over the edge with him.

After he had fucked me twice, we took a break while he called room service to have a bottle of wine delivered to the room.

"Are you planning on having me answer the door naked?" I asked with a grin.

"The thought has crossed my mind," he said leering at my naked, sweaty body.

"I'll just bet it has! So, do I do it or not?"

"No. I'll put on my pants and answer the door. You stay in bed with the covers over you."

I was surprised... really surprised. "You really want me to cover up and maintain my non-existent modesty?" I giggled.

"Yeah. If you answered the door naked or let him see you naked in the bed, you have to know that the guy is going to want to fuck you... and I don't want to wait. You're all mine tonight."

"I love being all yours," I whispered as I pressed my tits against my husband's chest and kissed him. Halfway through the kiss, I was jacking him off. When my lips left his, they moved downward and slipped over the big mushroom head of his now rapidly growing cock. As I sucked him, I couldn't keep from comparing his penis with Santini's. Remarkably, they were almost identical... both were cut... both were 8 to 8.5 inches in length, and both very thick.

When Gordon's shaft was fully hard and throbbing, I grinned thinking, "Most women never get one cock as magnificent as this one. I have two." I couldn't keep from giggling.

"What's so funny?" my husband asked obviously concerned.

Mentally, I kicked myself. The worst possible thing a woman can do is to giggle or laugh when she's sucking a guy's cock. Quickly, I said, "I was just thinking of you having to wait your turn if I answered the door naked."

We each had a glass of wine. Then my husband couldn't wait any longer. His cock was a shaft of steel again. But my hot stud again surprised and pleased me when instead of giving me another hard screwing, he made slow, gentle love to me for over an hour.

First, he gave me a tongue bath over every inch of my body except my clitoris and nipples. After 30 minutes, he had me writhing on the bed as my hands spastically twisted the bed covers in my fists. After 40 minutes, I was begging him to put his cock into me. He mounted me and slowly pushed into my depths. I came the instant his cock started into me. It was out of this world marvelous.

After Gordon had cum in me for the third time that evening, I assumed that sex was over for the night. Silly woman. Now, my hot stud gave me a tongue bath on my clitoris until I had cum again. Finally, he turned me onto my stomach and mounted me... driving his prick between my closed thighs into my soaked pussy. This time, I was fucked like a bitch in heat.

Later, I got up to go to the bathroom. On the way, I got Santini's note out of my handbag. While relieving myself, I read it.

Meet me at the Tahiti Lounge at 9 AM in the morning. Bring your sexiest thong bikini. If you don't have one, buy one before you arrive. Remember... 9 AM... Santini.

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"Are we going swimming this morning?" I asked when Santini picked me up at the Santini Lounge at 9:05 the next morning.

"We are. At the Moorea Beach Club. It's an adult pool that permits topless bathing. The area is screened so no one can accidentally see inside, but it is open to anyone 21 years of age or over. So, there are always a lot of interested males watching... also some females. You won't be needed the top of your suit. Did you bring a sexy thong?"

"Well, the bottoms are a triangle to cover my pussy, one string around my hips, and another inside my ass crack. Will that be sexy enough?"

Santini grinned. "I think that will be satisfactory."

"How about you? What do you wear in this pool?"

"A skin-tight, spandex suit. Behave yourself because it will be very embarrassing if I get hard while wearing this suit."

"OOohhhh I'm going to love this! Let's go!" I said. Santini looked worried.

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The pool was not overly crowded at this early hour. There were maybe a half dozen women swimming.. all topless. There were another half dozen couples sitting at poolside in bathing suits. In every case, the woman was topless. Further back, there were a dozen men enjoying the show.

When I removed my long bathrobe, every male eye turned in my direction. Most of the women were very attractive with nice breasts, but none had my firm, 36DDs. In addition, my sexy ass was completely exposed by the thong. My pussy was already damp. I wondered how many of the men were hard. In particular, I wondered if Santini was.

He was sitting at the edge of the pool with a towel draped over his loins. I laughed. "Coward. That's cheating. Take the towel away."

"I can't," he whispered.

"Spoil sport," I teased taking a seat beside him. Then, without warning, I jerked the towel away.

"OH FUCK!" I exclaimed when I saw that he was not only hard, but the big head and two more inches of shaft were sticking out the top of his very brief swim trunks. I tossed the towel back into his lap. "You're right. You need to keep that thing covered up. I don't want every woman here attacking you."

"I'm going in for a quick dip to cool off," I said. I could almost feel the eyes caressing my ass as I waded into the pool until I felt the water lapping against my ass and pussy. I didn't go any further as the idea was to expose every thing, not conceal all the sights underwater.

As I walked from the water, I put my arms up and fluffed my hair. The effect was raise my tits high. I thought I heard some of the men moan.

Obviously, the men liked the way I looked.

A few moments after I rejoined Santini, another couple came over and invited us to join them at their table. Santini rose and held out his hand for me. Naturally, he kept the towel over his erection. The other woman was giggling at his predicament. She was a brunette with very large, well shaped breasts, about 40 years of age but still quite beautiful.

"Paula, this is Helen and Marcus Marino. Helen, Marcus, meet Paula. Her husband is on the National Executive Committee for the engineering sciences. He and his colleagues are running the national convention that's in town for the week."

"Ah, I see," Marcus said with smile. "That's why you have this exquisite woman in tow. Fabulous."

"Paula, Helen and Marcus are frequent guests of the hotel. They own property all over California including some of the more successful wineries. They also have exotic sexual tastes."

We chatted with Helen and Marcus for a half hour or so with the conversation becoming progressively more sexual and erotic. When there was a lull, Helen looked at her husband and nodded. He nodded back and then, turning toward me, placed a stack of black chips in front of me. No one said a word.

At first, I didn't understand what was happening. I knew that black chips were worth $100 in every casino in Vegas. There appeared to be 10 of them in the stack. Ten chips make a stack about one inch high... one inch of black chips... $1,000.

When no one said a word, Marcus placed a second identical stack of black chips beside the first one. Still confused, I said nothing and didn't move to touch the chips. Marcus waited for about 30 seconds and then place a third stack beside the other two. He looked at me with a question in his eyes.

Finally, the light came on in my brain. Helen and Marcus wanted to have sex with me or with Santini and me, and I was being offered $3,000 as an inducement.

I had never been offered money for sex before. The idea was both repulsive and exciting. Many women have sexual fantasies that involve being a highly paid, desirable, hot whore. I was no exception. But while it excited me to be offered the money, I had no intention of accepting it.

Leaning forward, I pushed the 30 black chips back toward Marcus, smiled, and said, "I'd love to spend some time in your room with the two of you. In fact, I'm already wet thinking about it. I hope Santini is invited too."

"Absolutely!" That was Helen speaking. "But I need to warn you, Paula. I like girls too."

"MMmmmmm... what are waiting for?" I asked.

"Just one thing," Santini interjected.

"What?" I asked.

Santini picked up pants off the beach chair, extracted the same small black book I had seen the previous day, and searched its pages for a moment. "We won't meet in the Marino's room. Let's go to room 862. It's vacant now."

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Since Helen and I had nothing on except our thongs, the men had us naked 10 seconds after we entered the room. Not much longer after that, Helen and I were writhing on the bed in a 69 position. I didn't know what the men were doing as my face was buried in the wet, throbbing folds of Helen's pussy. Our clits were both throbbing as they were caressed by a flicking insistent tongue.

I was on top, presumably in control, but Helen was actually in charge. She had quickly pulled my sex trench tightly against her lips and buried her tongue deep inside my vagina. I tried to return the favor but the intense sensations surging through me as she suctioned my clitoris into her mouth and lashed the throbbing shaft with her tongue were too much. All I could think about was the hot contractions of my cunt as I got closer and closer to an orgasm.

Helen's tongue and lips were about to make me cum.

I heard myself moaning, "Oooohhh... that's sooo good. Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm about to cum."

Helen had no intention of stopping. If anything, her tongue moved faster over my now contracting clitoris that danced wildly in and out of its protective hood. My juices covered her face when I came.

It was a good two minutes before I was able to open my eyes. Both men were standing beside the bed, naked and with rock-hard erections. Santini's cock thrust 8 inches into the air... straight up. Marcus was smaller but just as hard and ready.

Santini pulled Helen's butt to the edge of the bed. She stared, almost mesmerized, at the thick, hard phallus that she knew would very soon be buried inside her pussy.

"What are you waiting for," Santi growled. "Get your legs up and spread."

The wildly excited woman jerked her legs into the air and held them up with her hands behind her knees. "Higher, you sexy Slut! Higher and spread wide. You know the position. Take it!"

Helen did indeed know the position, as every woman does. She pulled her legs back until her knees were just outside her heaving breasts. Her feet were high over her head, toes pointed, cunt elevated and open. Marcus was between my legs, but not fucking me yet. We were both watching Santini with Marcus' wife.

Santini moved up to the edge of the bed, aligned his cock with the gaping opening between Helen's raised legs, and leaned over her body supporting his weight on his outstretched arms on either side of her head. She arched her hips in invitation. Santi moved forward slightly. Helen groaned when she felt the huge head sliding up and down her slit and over her erect clitoris.

"He's in her," Marcus hissed in my ear.

"Not yet. He's just teasing her with it."

"How do you know? It looks to me like he's in her."

"Because I'm a woman. You won't have any doubt when Santi puts that huge rod into your wife. Watch."

Helen's hips began hunching desperately. Over and over, she moaned, "Ah god! Ah god! Ah god!"

"He's fucking her... he's fucking her!" Marcus said excitedly as his cock swelled even larger and throbbed against my thigh.

"Not yet. Almost but not yet. He's just pressing it against her opening."

"NO! The way she's hunching, he's got to be in her."

"Just watch. He's going to start fucking your wife in just a moment."

"I think he's in .... " Marcus' comment was cut off in mid-sentence by his wife's high-pitched scream as Santi drove his cock deep inside the woman's dilated cunt hole. Her legs jerked back even further... her toes, which were pointed, now curled back. Her screams ended in a gurgle as her mouth stretched wide open. As we watched, Santi's hips began to thrust back and forth... each thrust powering his rod deep inside Marcus' wife. She began to howl and grunt.

Santi drove his cock in Marcus' wife causing her to scream every time the thick sex spike hammered into the bottom of her cunt.

"Now he's fucking her, Honey."

"Oh my god! Quit! Get on your back. Raise your legs like Helen's got hers. I'm gonna fuck you, Paula."

"Oh yes. Stick it in, Lover. Give it to me like your wife's getting it. Hard and deep, Stud!"

Marcus socked his hips deep into my sex saddle, shoved my leg higher, and nailed his cock into my cunt. My grunts and moans soon mixed with Helen's as the two hard studs fucked us.

Marcus screwed me like a raging stallion. Helen would scream and cum... a moment later, it was me howling as Marcus fucked me through another orgasm.

Santini came first, grunting and growling each time his cock pumped another gush of semen into Helen's throbbing pussy. As he unloaded in her, she was making certain her husband knew it.

"He's cumming in meeeeee!" she howled. "I can feel his load hitting my womb, Honey... Oh my god! He's still shooting... more cum... Aaaahhhh... Oh fuck. I'm getting his load, Baby!"

That was more than enough to trigger Marcus' fully loaded sex gun. It fired off inside me multiple times as I moaned and urged him to fuck me harder... to fill my pussy with his hot load.

After the men had pulled out of our pussies, we got them onto the bed with us and, side-by-side, began to suck their cocks. Marcus had gone soft, but I could see that Santi was still semi-hard. So Helen got him back to full erection before I managed to get Marcus hard again.

It didn't take us long to get both men hard again.

As we sucked their cocks, Santini turned to Marcus and said, "I've got to get back to work until around 5 PM. Shall we double fuck Paula? When we finish, Helen can do her the way she likes."

"Sounds like a great plan to me," Marcus responded.

Helen moved off the bed to give the men room. Santi laid down on his back and motioned for me to mount, which I quickly did. The moan just erupted from my lungs when I felt his thick shaft sinking into my cum-soaked cunt. Once Santi was deeply lodged in my cunt, Marcus mounted me and moved into position to penetrate my ass.

"Oil her, Helen," Marcus said to his wife.

After getting a small bottle of astroglide from her purse, Helen squeezed a generous amount of the liquid all over my ass and then worked it inside with two fingers. When she pulled them out, Marcus quickly replaced them with his much larger cock head. He applied pressure with his hips, and the cock gradually forced my sphincter open. He pressed harder and suddenly, his cock slid into my hole. Once the head was inside me, it was easy for Marcus to force all seven inches into my bowel. Of course, I was grunting and moaning continuously.

I came several times as the men double fucked me. Any woman would have.

My cries grew much louder when the two men began fucking me fore and aft with hard, authoritative masculine strokes. Each cock entered me all the way to the balls on every thrust. My body shuddered as I came. They fucked me even harder. I began to tremble and shake... I was gasping when my second orgasm surged through my impaled holes.

I was howling and babbling incoherently as the men DP'ed me.

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Thirty minutes later, I was still breathing hard on the bed with cum seeping from both my ass and cunt holes. Marcus was relaxing in a chair watching his wife caressing me. Santi had showered and dressed. Before he left, he reminded me to meet him at 5 PM at the usual place. "Don't be late. I have a surprise for you."

He was halfway out the door when he stopped and turned back to watch Helen working on me on the bed. "Do her with the strap on before I leave, Helen. I'd like to see you make her cum." He didn't bother to shut the door.

Marcus spread me out in the center of the bed while his wife put on a wicked-looking strap on. The business end of the artificial cock was long and thick. Both men watched as Helen climbed between my wide-open legs... Marcus from the side of the bed... Santi from the open doorway. Helen slammed it into my cunt.

"OOOHHHHHHHHH FUCK! That's huge. UNNGGHHH... AAAHHHH... Oh Yes! Fuck me with that thing, Helen. Harder! Give it to me."

The bed was shaking as she socked her hips deep into my sex saddle just like a man would and fucked me with rapid, deep, hard strokes. After a few minutes, I knew I was going to cum on the plastic cock. Helen's tits mashed against mine... rubbing together. We both began to moan. I realized that the base of the strap-on was grinding against Helen's clit every time she drove it into my pussy.

"I'm about to cum, Helen. So close. Fuck me hard and fast when you're ready and we'll cum together," I hissed in her ear. Her ass pounded downward; my ass thrust upward.

"I'm there! I'm cumming, Paula!" she wailed fucking me as hard as possible. Two strokes after she had begun to cum, my pussy exploded around the strap-on.

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Around noon, the three of us went back to their suite where Marcus ordered lunch to be brought to their suite. Helen got me on the bed and once again fucked me. This time we scissored our legs and mashed our pussies tightly together. When Helen began thrusting and grinding her hips, the erotic sensations of her pussy and clit sliding sensuously over mine were incredible. By the time the food arrived, Marcus' cock was iron-hard, throbbing, and painful.

Helen and I took turns sucking him as we ate. Somehow, Marcus got through the meal without shooting off. It was really quite a feat of control. When the food was gone, his cock was dripping with our combined saliva. It standing straight up, the big, purple head engorged and throbbing.

With a wild grunt, he pulled me onto his laps with my back against his chest. "Lift your ass," he ordered in no uncertain terms. I quickly raised my hips. "Helen! Stick my cock up her asshole!" Just as quickly, his wife knelt on the bed, grasped his vibrating organ, and fitted the big head into my ass. She worked it back and forth until it popped into my ass. I groaned; Marcus hissed with masculine pleasure. I fucked my ass on his cock for over 10 minutes before he emptied his balls into me.

"Fuck it harder, Honey! Give it to me!"

As soon as Marcus pulled his semi-hard weapon from my ass, Helen pulled me off the bed to the side and told me to bend over... head on the bed and one knee up on the edge. When I was in position, she fucked me again with a strap-on.

Once again, Helen had no problems making me cum. She fucked me even harder than most men did.

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Around 2 PM, I had taken a long bath and was getting ready to head back to my room. I had my robe on, but didn't bother with my thong bikini. It seemed pointless.

"Has Santini told you what he has planned for later this afternoon, Paula?" Helen asked.

"No. Do you know?"

She grinned, but said nothing. "Come on. Obviously, you know. What's he going to do?"

"I'm pretty certain that he intends to fuck you again," Marcus commented with a laugh.

Giving him my best scowl, I replied, "I sort of figured that out. But that's hardly a surprise. Come on, you guys. Tell me."

"If we tell you, Paula, it wouldn't be a surprise, and besides, Santini would be furious and I probably wouldn't get him to lay me again for a long time."

"Ok. Are the two of you going to be present?"

"We wouldn't miss it for the world. In fact, I'm going to be sort of in charge of the activities."

"What if I don't like the surprise?"

Now Marcus grew serious. "In that case, you won't enjoy the afternoon. If you're worried, you should just not go. We'll explain to Santini and Helen will take your place. I know she would love it."

"But how can I decide when I don't know what's planned except that it involves sex and Santini fucking me?"

"Good point," Marcus commented, still very serious. "I'll give you enough of a hint that you can decide. Bondage and games will be involved and several men, probably five or six, will end up fucking you, Paula. That should be enough of a clue to let you decide whether to go or not. You don't have to worry about being hurt. Give us a call by 2:45 PM, if you decide against going, otherwise, we'll see you there."

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Naturally, I was in the Tahiti Lounge at 3 PM. For once, Santini was waiting for me when I arrived. He smiled. "I was certain that you would come," he said to me.

"I almost didn't, but my curiosity got the better of me."

"I think it's more like your insatiable pussy got the better of you, Paula."

"That too," I said matter of factly.

Once more, Santini consulted his black book, and then took me to Room 1015. Marcus and Helen were already there as were over a dozen other men. They covered a wide range of ages and appearances. I was certain that they were all very wealthy.

"Gentlemen," Santini announced, "this is Paula. She's married, 29 years old, and just so you don't have to ask, her tits are 36DD. I can tell you from experience that she's a very sensuous woman and an absolutely delicious fuck. Paula step up here so our guests can see you better."

I mounted the small platform and did a 360 degree turn to let the men see me from all angles. As I did so, I could hear some admiring comments from the men and even a low whistle or two.

I knew I looked hot, and the men all seemed to agree.

"Paula, Helen's going to take off your skirt and panties then I would like for you to mount the couch... bent over and on your knees, please," Santi said. Although he did say "please", it was really a command. Helen came over and whispered, "Are you Ok? We can still call this off if you want to."

"I'm ok, except I can't stop shaking I'm so excited... also nervous."

"Me too," Helen confided. "Turn and face the men, Paula, so they can see your pussy when I pull down your panties." When Helen pulled my panties down my thighs, my nervousness decreased but my excitement mounted higher than ever. "Ok, Honey. Get on the couch like Santini said. Spread your knees really wide so they can call see your pussy and ass."

"Are they all going to fuck me now?"

"No. Not yet. In fact, Marcus got it wrong. Only one of the ten men will be fucking you."

When I was on the couch, bent over and spread wide open, I heard even more comments about how hot I looked.

One-by-one, or sometimes two at a time, all the men in the room moved close and inspected my holes.

"All right, Gentlemen," Santini announced. "You've all had an opportunity to see what you will be trying to win in the contest. The rules are simple. Paula will be blindfolded and placed in restraining bondage on the platform. This very thick, electrically powered, vibrating dildo will be fully inserted into her cunt. A smaller, hand-held vibrator will be held against Paula's clitoris by Helen who will also control the speed of the cunt vibrator. Helen will not see your bets so she will in no way be biased. Her job is make Paula cum, and she will be judge as to when her orgasm begins. Marcus will be in charge of timing the process. Any questions about the process?"

"Will Helen try to get her off as fast as possible?" one of the men asked.

"That's up to her. I'm sure she will vary it from game to game. As they say, it's a gamble."

"Each game requires a fixed $1,000 bet from each of you. After making your wager, you will write your name and your guess as to the number of seconds that will elapse before Paula cums. The winner of the round is the man whose guess is the closest. Second place goes to the man with the next closest estimate and so on. Each round will have $10,000 in the pot. The winner receives $5,000, second place $3,000, third place $1,000, and the house takes $1,000."

Gardello paused to see if there were questions. This time there were none.

"After ten rounds, the man who has won the most money, can take Paula to his hotel room and enjoy her until 6:30 PM. Paula must leave at that time to meet her husband. Any questions?"

Marcus and Santini worked together to cover my calves and lower arms with a soft wrap of cotton held in place by velcro straps to prevent rope burns. The platform was covered with a soft, white cotton sheet to prevent chaff burns on my hips and buttocks. After taking off my top, I mounted the platform. Helen blindfolded me as the men bound my arms to my lower legs. Coils of rope about my lower legs were then attached to the side of the table to keep my legs spread raised. More rope coils about my ankles and the handle of the cunt vibrator kept that thick shaft deep inside my cunt. The speed control for that vibrator rested on the platform in Helen's reach. Santini pronounced me ready and invited the men to come closer and inspect me any way they wished.

I was more than just ready; I was boiling hot with sexual heat and anticipation.

They all crowded around. A few were curious about the thick metal shaft sunk into my vagina, but most hefted and felt my tits, the rest caressed and finger fucked my ass. Finally, Santini started the first round. I waited unable to see because of the blindfold.

Helen wasted no time. Her mouth engulfed my clitoris. Instantly, I started to sigh and moan as my ass tried to hunch upward against the ropes. A moment later, she turned on the cunt vibrator. The intense sensations surged up and down the length of my vagina. I was grunting and thrusting my ass upward... hard... spastically. She turned the cunt vibrator higher. I could no longer control my body as it surged wildly against the restraints.

When she pressed the hand-held vibrator against my clitoris, my vagina went into hard spasms causing the thick shaft buried inside to jerk up and down. It was obvious to every person in the room that I had just cum.

Marcus announced the time: two minutes 17 seconds or 137 seconds. Santini paid off the winners and started the next game.

This time, Helen turned the cunt vibrator to the highest setting. She shoved two fingers up my ass and began fucking my throbbing hole. I came in less than two minutes.

As the games continued, it was taking me longer to reach an orgasm, but Helen compensated by raising the level of stimulation. After the ninth game, I was exhausted. I had already squirted four times, and my pussy was still throbbing.

"All right, Gentlemen, this is the final game. Helen will be using maximum stimulation from the start. Place your wagers and record your estimates."

When Santini gave the signal, Helen turned on the cunt vibrator and immediately advanced it to the highest setting. The men could already see my asshole opening and closing in response. She also turned the hand-held vibrator on high and pressed directly onto the erect, throbbing shaft of my clitoris. With her free hand, she finger fucked three fingers rapidly in and out of my asshole. I exploded in orgasm in only 81 seconds.

The black, professional basketball player who had won the last game and the contest, took me back to his hotel room and fucked me repeatedly until 6:20 PM. His cock was huge, but I had no problems taking him after having had that monster cunt vibrator burying in me for almost an hour.

He was huge, but no larger than the vibrator I had had buried in my cunt for the previous hour.

After he had ejaculated inside my pussy three times, his thick, long cock was churning the cum and my secretions into a thick, white froth that was all over both of us by the time he pumped in his fourth load and collapsed on top of me.

His cock and my cunt were both covered in the thick, white froth.

At 6:20 PM, Santini came by the basketball player's room and collected me to be certain I got back to my room on time. When we were standing in front of my hotel room door, he handed me an envelop.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Your share of the proceeds from the contest this afternoon. You get the standard hotel percentage, 25% of the net profit, $2,500." I was surprised but didn't even consider refusing the money.

"How long before Gordon returns?"

"Maybe 20 or 30 minutes. Why?" I asked even though I knew perfectly well why Santini was asking.

"Because I want to fuck you again. Just a quickie. Let's go inside." I opened the door, and Santini was all over me.

"My husband will be back any time... please."

"Then you need to hurry." He extracted his already hard prick. "Get on your knees and suck me."

I stretched my mouth wide and took him inside. "Suck it deeper, Paula. Hold my balls and suck hard." Each time he pushed into my mouth, I took his rod deeper. Finally, his balls were bouncing off my chin and my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock as I sucked him. I was grunting each time Santi face fucked into my throat.

The thought that my husband might come back at any moment and catch me sucking Santini was making my cunt simmer with heat.

"I'm about to cum, Paula. Get up on the bed... Hurry. I hope you're about ready because I'm going to unload in you very quickly."

I spread out on the bed and lifted my legs up into female fucking position. Santi mounted me and speared my cunt hole perfectly on his first thrust. He drove the cock into me...deep... hard... back and forth... using me as his private cum receptacle.

"Gonna shoot it innnnn! UUNNGGHHH... YESSS... HERE IT COMES!"

His cock flexed hard... once... twice... three times... each time injecting a huge load of cum into my cunt. When he finished, he pulled out and said, "Clean me with your hot mouth. Hurry.!"

Gordon came back about 10 minutes after Santi had finished fucking my cunt full of his thick load.

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Wednesday: The Fourth Day:

Gordon was exhausted that night. In fact, he didn't return to our hotel room until almost 9 PM. We decided on a light dinner and during the meal he told me in detail about his difficult, exhausting day at the convention.

I listening politely. When he finished, I smiled sweetly and asked, "What's her name?"

"Who?" he asked defensively.

"The woman you were fucking just before you came back to our hotel room."

"What makes you think I was having sex with a woman?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe its the fact that I called one of the other members of the National Committee and asked what time the meeting was over. He told me the last session was at 3:30 PM."

"Well, that's right, but there was a lot of work to do to get ready for tomorrow."

"I asked the man I was speaking with if there was a lot still to do after the meeting was over for the day. He told me no. He even said all those details were completed before the convention had even begun."

"He just doesn't know," my husband responded.

"That's probably true, but then maybe you can tell me why you have the aroma of her cunt on your breath? She does smell really sexy. Tell me about her."

Gordon gave up. "God. It's impossible to fool you. Are you angry? We did agree that we could play this week."

"I know, and I not angry. I'm just curious. Is she married? Is she a hot fuck? Is she as good as I am? Better?"

"I thought we were supposed to save all those sexy details until we have our private getaway after the convention?"

"We are. You just have a turned-on, curious wife."

"All right. She's married, brunette, about 35. She's an associate professor at a mid-sized university. Loves to fuck... very hot in bed... cums repeatedly when I go down on her... but she's not close to being as good as you are. Do you want me to stop fucking her?"

"No... I want you screw her slutty ass off, Darling, and tell me all about it during our getaway."

"I will. Now it's my turn."

"For what?"

"To ask you who's been getting into your hot pussy."

"No fair. I caught you. You didn't catch me."

"I didn't? What about the secret note that Mr. Gardello passed to you at the restaurant last night?"

I grinned. "You're pretty observant, Darling. Ok. I guess you did catch me. You get one question just like me."

"How many men so far?"

"Four and one woman."

"One woman? Who?"

"Sorry, Darling. You've already used up your one question. You'll have to wait until our getaway."

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The following morning Gordon and I slept late. I wasn't surprised since he had told that he had no papers to present nor sessions to chair at Wednesday's meeting. In addition, he was still screwing me at 1 AM. He kept begging me to tell him about the four guys who had fucked me, but I continued to put him off. The more I refused, the hotter he got. I loved it!

Gordon allowed me use the shower and bathe first, so he was taking his shower and I was doing my makeup when the phone rang.

I was about to answer it, when my husband came out of the bathroom and said, "Put it on the speaker."

I grinned. "It's almost certainly private, Darling. You'll have to wait until our getaway."

"Please," he pleaded.

"Ok, but you have to promise to be quiet and not spoil every thing."

"That's sort of insulting. You know me better than that."

"You're right. I'm sorry. Just be quiet." I hit the speaker button and said, "Hello."

"Can you talk?"

"Yes. My husband's in the bathroom taking his shower."

"I'm calling to let you know that there will be two packages arriving at your room in about 15 minutes, one from me... one from the Marinos."

"What are they... tell me," I said unable to conceal my excitement.

"Mine is an outfit I want you to wear to today. We're going out."

"Where are we going."

"We're going to a large party at my lake front home on Lake Tahoe. There will be other guests, owners of this hotel and others, some special guests... very high rollers, and some of my personal friends. There will be some couples and some single men present. You will easily be the hottest woman there. Meet me in the usual place at 10 AM. What time will your husband return this evening?"

"Can you hold the phone, Darling? I need to go to the bathroom and ask him, It will only take a moment."

"No problem. I'll hold."

Quickly I led Gordon into the bathroom and shut the door. "What do you want me to tell him about when you will be home tonight?"

My husband thought for a moment. When I saw his eyes flash with a very familiar sexy gleam, I could have easily guessed what he was going to say. I was right. "I don't have to be at the conference today... no papers to present... no sessions to chair. Gardello said there would be couples present. Can you arrange an invitation to the party for me... so we can go as a couple?"

"You realize that it's going to be a sex party... at least partially?"

"Of course. Why do you think I want to go?"

"I know we've done this a lot before, but I have to ask. Are you Ok with this? You're not going to get angry and make a big scene?"

"When have I ever done that?"

"When we went to New York with Luis Mendez."

My husband nodded. "You're right. I did get angry and make a huge scene. I was afraid I was going to lose you to Mendez... NO! That's not accurate. I was terrified that I was going to lose you to Mendez. Am I going to lose you to Santini Gardello?"

"Not on any day that anyone on the planet will ever live to see, Darling," I said just before I kissed him.

"Then I'm fine. See if you can wrangle an invitation for me."

"Hi. I'm back, Honey. Gordon says he doesn't need to attend the conference today. You said that some of the guests would be couples. Can I invite my husband to the party?"

Santini hesitated, then said, "Does he know that I've been fucking you for three days? Is he aware that there will more sex at the party? Is he cool with that like Marcus Marino is cool with Helen participating?"

"He knows, and he's cool... very much so."

"And are you comfortable with your husband being present? There will be no secrets, of course."

"I find it exciting, Santi."

"That is the answer I wanted to hear! By all means, invite him. He's a very handsome man. I'm sure the other ladies will appreciate his presence. Remember, Tahiti Lounge, 10 AM. Wear the outfit in the box." Santini broke the connection without waiting for me to say goodbye.

When I turned to look at Gordon, he was smiling. "I can't wait to see what's in those two packages!" he said. Neither could I.

We didn’t' have wait fifteen minutes for the packages to arrive. Within five minutes, room service delivered them, one large package and a small one. Gordon made no effort to conceal his interest and excitement when I opened the large box containing the outfit Santini wanted me to wear. When I lifted out the very brief yellow dress, my husband gasped, "My god! You'll be almost naked in that thing!"

"Mmmmmmm... I think you're right. Want me to try it on?"

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away."

I had already taken my bath, so all I had to do was take off my robe and slip the dress over my head. I turned my back toward my husband, and said in my sexiest voice, "Can you give a woman some help, Honey, and zip me up?"

As he pulled up the zipper, he asked what about a bra? Panties?"

"Let's see," I said as I searched through the box. "No bra... Ah, but here are the panties." I held the skimpy yellow thong in the air for Gordon to see. They were no more than a small triangle of cloth to cover my pussy and two strings, one about my waist, the other to sink into my buttocks.

"My god... that little thing won't cover much of anything. You'll be practically naked. That dress exposes over half your tits and it isn't more than two inches below your ass."

Even though my husband was complaining about the dress, I knew he loved it because I could see his pants tenting as his cock got hard.

"If Santini had meant for me to wear any more, he would have put it in the package for me, Darling. You see, he did put in the heels he wants me to wear." I held up the color-coordinated, brown sandals with 5-inch spike heels.

"Fuck!" was all my husband could say.

"All right, Darling. Whatever you say. Anyone in particular you want me to fuck?"

"Me, you sexy slut. Me!" My husband kissed me twice. The first kiss was deep, prolonged, and passionate. The second kiss was equally long, but soft and loving. It left me breathless and tingling.

"You'll have to wait, Lover. We don't have enough time."

I finished doing my make up and packed a small bag of articles I thought I might need at the party, make up, an extra dress, bra, panties, condoms, and two disposable douches. Just before we left to head for the Tahiti Lounge, I remembered the second package from the Marinos.

"Shall we see what's in the other package, Honey?"

Gordon nodded, obviously having forgotten about it like I had. "Who are the Marinos?"

"They're a couple Santi and I partied with yesterday. Very nice couple. You would really like Helen." I opened the second package and found two things, a brief note and a small case. The note read:

Dear Paula, Just a short note to let you know how much we enjoyed our day with you. You are easily the most passionate and beautiful woman we've ever partied with. You made our entire vacation. I hope we can meet again, either in Vegas, at our home or at yours, or any place for that matter. If your husband plays, we've love to meet him too. Helen says you're the hottest fuck she's ever had with a woman, and I have the same comment. We've enclosed a small gift that we hope you will accept as our way of saying thank you.

Helen and Marcus.

When I opened the small case, Gordon and I saw that it contained 50 black casino chips. We were both nearly speechless.

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Every man in the lobby turned to look at Paula as we walked toward the Tahiti Lounge. I could see and almost feel their lust as they watched my wife's big tits bouncing as she approached and then stared at her sexy ass jiggling under the dress as we walked away from them. I heard one woman exclaim, "My Word!" Another one hissed, "Bitch!", but a third, smiled, looked directly at Paula, licked her lips, and said, "I'm in Room 732. Call me."

"I wonder if she's speaking to me?" I asked my wife with a sly smile.

"I don't think so, Darling. And she has no idea what she's missing," she replied. I was smiling at my wife's comment all the way to the Tahiti Lounge.

Santini arrived promptly at 10 AM, shook my hand, and said, "Paula says you're cool with every thing. I need to hear it from you. Are you?"

"It's not a problem, Mr. Gardello."

"Santi... please call me Santi. All my friends do." I nodded, and Santi turned his attention to my wife.

"Dio! But your look luscious in that dress. I presume you are naked underneath except the yellow thong I sent?"

"Of course. But I have some other undergarments in my bag if you want to put them on."

"That would be akin to painting a beard on the Mona Lisa. Shall we go? My car is waiting at the front of the casino."

The limo was waiting for us in the large circular drive at the main entrance to the hotel. Santini held the door open for my wife. She climbed into the rear seat, not worrying about the fact that her dress pulled high on her thighs when she raised her legs. It didn't surprise me when Santini took the seat beside her. That left me to ride in the facing seat with my back to the driver.

Over half of my wife's legs came into view when she got into the limo.

When I bent over to enter the car, a gorgeous brunette was seated there. She gave me a dazzling smile, and I was really happy that I had decided to attend Santi's party. She turned toward the man seated to her left and said, "Honey. Why don't you move over to the side seat so this gentleman will have room to sit down." If it had been me, I would have objected, but the man just nodded and moved to the side seat. Obviously, he had to be the brunette's husband.

The brunette was drop-dead gorgeous. Her tits had to be at least as big as my wife's.

When we were all seated, Santini made the introductions. "This lovely couple are Gordon and Paula Baxter. Gordon... Paula, meet Coleen and Clint Ryles." I reached over Coleen and shook Clint's hand. When I turned toward Coleen, she ignored my outstretched hand and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Hi, Gordon. I hope you're looking forward to this party as much as I am."

Leaning over toward Clint, my wife said, "I don't see any reason why we should be so formal if those two are going to kiss, do you, Clint?"

"No... no reason at all."

"Good. Hi, Clint. I'm Paula." She pressed her tits against his side and kissed him full on the mouth, much harder than Coleen had kissed me. Halfway through the kiss, I saw that my wife had opened her mouth.

Santini interrupted their kiss when he said, "We need to leave. The guests will start arriving before noon." Flicking on the intercom, he ordered the driver to head for Tahoe and his lakeside mansion. As soon as the limo was on its way, Santini passed some large color photos around. "These are photos of my home where we'll be having the party. I thought they might be of interest."

While Paula looked over the photos of Santini's home, Santini was looking over my wife's exposed thighs.

The four of us busied ourselves looking over the photos while Santini concentrated on sliding his hand slowly and sensuously over the wide expanse of my wife's bare thigh flesh exposed by her short dress. Clint's eyes were following every motion of Santini's hand.

As the limo passed beyond the Vegas city limits, Coleen leaned over closer to me, pressed her large breasts against my arm, and said softly, "I hope we get the chance to get to know each other a lot better at the party."

"I'm sure we can arrange that... at least, I'll be giving it one hell of an effort."

"MMMmmmm... good. It doesn't look like Santini is wasting any time," Coleen whispered.

"No it doesn't."

"How long do you think she'll keep her legs crossed before she spreads them?"

"Probably not very long, if I know my wife."

Santini was incredibly patient. After the limo had gone about 20 miles, he was still caressing only the portion of my wife's thighs that were exposed by her dress. Clint was visibly leaning forward to get the best possible view.

"She's dripping wet by now," Coleen whispered in my ear.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Look at your wife's hips. They're beginning to squirm on the seat. Can't you see the muscles of her thighs flexing and relaxing... flexing and relaxing."

"So?"

"So, she's putting pressure on her clitoris... Santini has her so excited she's masturbating. He's playing with her thighs and you're sitting no more than three feet away. She even has her knees pointed right at you."

I watched Paula for a bit and just as Coleen had said, I saw her hips slowly grinding against the seat and her thighs flexing and relaxing. I also noticed that her lips were parted slightly.

"You're right. She is doing it."

"Clint's hard from watching her. Are you hard?"

"Very, but not from watching my wife. I've been hard ever since you pressed your breasts against my arm earlier."

"Oooohhhhhh."

"I would be even harder if your sweater didn't cover your tits so completely. Take it off."

"My husband is sitting here."

"I noticed. Take off your sweater."

"Oh god," she moaned as she started pulling her sweater over her head. Every eye in the car turned to watch her. Clint not only did not object, he squeezed his erection as he watched her. Any doubt that I had about Coleen's tits being the equal of my wife's was washed away when over half of her sensuous melons came into view.

I didn't know how hard Clint was, but I knew that my cock felt like an iron bar in my pants.

Five minutes after Coleen had removed her sweater, Santini leaned over and whispered something to my wife. She shook her head. Again, he whispered something to her... this time with more intensity. Coleen and I watched Paula's body shuddering as she uncrossed her legs and sat with her knees a few inches apart and pointed right at me. I tried to see her tiny yellow thong, but there wasn't enough light beneath her dress.

Santini's hand took immediate advantage of the space between my wife's legs to slide his hand between her thighs and to move it in slow, erotic circles. Again, he whispered in my wife's ear. Her knees parted another inch or two. Santini's hand moved higher up my wife's thighs.

A few minutes later, without any further instructions from Santini, Paula spread herself wide open on the seat and leaned back. Santini rubbed his hand over the crotch of her thong. Then he did whisper something to my wife. She nodded instantly.

My cock was throbbing when I watched her reach between her legs and pull the thong to one side. From my position, I could easily see her wet, open cunt slit. It was exciting Coleen almost as much as it was me and Clint. I heard her moan softly as her hand found and squeezed my rigid cock.

Seeing how wet Santini already had my wife, I wondered if he planned to fuck her right here in the limo.

As soon as Santini's hand moved onto her exposed slit, we all watched my wife's ass rise slowly off the seat. The hand worked between her thighs. She moaned, her ass rising higher. The fingers began to thrust causing Paula's hips to start rotating and pumping against his invading fingers. When Santi strummed her clitoris, her hot moans filled the car. A moment later she was cumming.

It was too much for Coleen. She moved her ass to the edge of the seat and spread her legs wide open. Turning to me, she hissed, "Do Me! Hurry! Do me the way Santini did your wife."

"Oh Hurry, Gordon. Do me! Make me cum!"

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We arrived at the Santini's lake house around noon. The chef had lunch ready for us and the other guests who already arrived. By the time we finished eating, There were probably 35 or so guests in the large house. Less than 10 were women.

After lunch, everyone explored the house and in the process found the bathrooms and bedrooms, both of which everyone planned to be using. By 2:30 PM, the guests were all mingling, some in the den, others in the game room, some outside on the deck, a few in the living room, and probably some already in the bedrooms although I hadn't seen anyone headed in that direction.

After a brief search, I saw my wife standing with a group of four men, none of whom I knew. One man appeared to be in his early 30's, two others late 30's to early 40's, and the fourth was around 50. They were all chatting with Paula who laughed from time to time at something that was said.

As I continued to watch, I saw her eyes close and slowly her hips began to rotate. Looking lower, I saw what was causing my wife's hips to have suddenly begun to move. One of the men was caressing and squeezing her ass while they talked. Her hips suddenly stopped rotating and started hunching back and forth. Again, I looked lower and saw that the same guy now had his hand under her skirt where it was obvious that he was still doing what he was before, but now his hand was on her naked ass.

The man continued to play with my wife's ass, and she continued to press back against his hand. It wasn't long before one of the other men whispered something to her. Paula grinned and nodded. The guy knelt in front of her and slipped his hands under her dress. My wife stood still as the man's hands descended bringing her yellow panties down with them. When they were down to mid-thigh, he stood up and left her panties at half-mast, so to speak, for everyone to see.

Once her panties were down, the man who had pulled them down put his hand under her dress from the front. From the motions his hand was causing her dress to make, it was obvious that he was playing with her pussy at the same time as the other man was working on her ass. My wife's hunching motions increased steadily as they stroked her. A third man began kissing her, and the fourth guy got into the action by hefting and squeezing her tits. Paula's moans were easily heard, and if it had not been for the fact that a half dozen other women were also moaning, every eye would have been on my wife.

The third man had captured both of my wife's tits in his big hands was busying squeezing them as his friends stroked her ass and pussy.

My cock was now iron hard and throbbing. I had seen my wife having sex numerous times, but this was the first time I had seen four men working on her body in the middle of a party with 30 other people all around. It was mind blowing as well as cock hardening.

After 10 minutes or so, the men moved away to sample the charms of some of the other women. Paula smiled at me and began circulating among all the guests with her panties still down around her thighs. Apparently, it was against the rules for her to pull them back up. Soon, she was surrounded by three different men, one of whom was Clint. I had never seen the other two.

Very quickly, one of the men had his had under her dress rubbing my wife's ass while Clint was on the other side sliding his fingers through her sex slit and probably into her vagina. Again, Paula's ass began to thrust back and forth. The third man pulled the straps of my wife's dress off her shoulders baring both of her tits.

Several men watched when my wife's tits were exposed.

His lips captured one nipple while his fingers worked on the second one. My wife's eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her tongue flicked rapidly over her top lip. I was so hard, I knew I was very close to cumming in my pants. When the three men finished their explorations of her body, the guy working on her tits replaced them inside her dress and pulled the straps back up to her shoulders. The other two removed their hands from beneath her dress, but did not pull her panties back up.

Things were rapidly becoming wilder at the party. Looking around the room, I saw two women being fucked. One was bent over the back of a couch, the second one was being held in the air by two men who kept her legs wide open. A third man stood between her legs thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. The most erotic thing about the tableau was the fact that the woman was still fully dressed.

When I finally tore my eyes away from the erotic fucking scene, I saw two men beckoning for Paula to join them. She didn't hesitate. I was following her when I heard a familiar voice.

"She's a very erotic, beautiful woman, isn't she?"

I turned and was pleased to see Coleen beside me. Her attire was somewhat similar to my wife's. Both women were still dressed (except for Coleen's sweater which she had lost in the limo), but Paula's panties were bunched around her thighs in plain sight, and one of Coleen's tits had been removed from her bra. It was pretty clear what the rules of the party were... my wife wasn't allowed to pull up her panties and Coleen had to leave her tit exposed.

Coleen looked totally slutty with one of her tits exposed. I was torn between watching my hot wife and dragging this luscious brunette off to a bedroom.

"She is," I responded.

"You haven't taken your eyes off her since the party started. Are you worried about her?"

"No. Not at all."

"Ah Ha!" Coleen exclaimed knowingly. "You just like to watch, don't you? Does it really make your cock hard to watch her with other men?"

"Yes and yes," I admitted.

"Watching other women get it also excites me.... actually, it excites most women. Would you mind if I watch with you. When your hard problem gets too much for you to stand, I can take care of that for you."

"I'm sure you can. I'd love to have you watch with me."

My wife had now reached the two men who had called her over. One of them said something that brought a smile to Paula's face. She nodded and dropped to her knees in front of the man.

"Oohhh... she's going to suck him, Gordon. Your wife's going to suck him right here in front of everyone." She was rubbing my cock as she said it. I was so damn hard it hurt. All I could do was grunt. When I saw my wife dropping to her knees, my grunts changed to groans.

Paula unzipped the man's pants and extracted his cock. It was hard and about 6 and a half inches, but it was extremely thick... so much so that my wife's hand failed to circle it completely when she pulled it toward her mouth and sucked the throbbing organ inside. She took half of his length on his first thrust and almost all of it on the second. Once he had his cock firmly embedded in her mouth, the guy lifted my wife and sat her on the couch so that her mouth and his cock were perfectly aligned.

Coleen and I moved closer. She had my pants opened now and her hand inside. My hand was under her short skirt rubbing her ass from outside her panties. She sighed when my fingers slid up and down the crease of her ass. I moaned as her hand jacked me off inside my pants.

The man was now mouth fucking my wife with hard determined strokes. As she sucked, the second man pulled her dress straps down and once more, Paula's big tits swung free.

She continued to take most of the cock but it wasn't enough to satisfy the man. He put a hand on the back of her hand and forced her mouth all the way down his organ until her lips were buried in his groin where they were wrapped firmly around the base of his thick cock. As he fucked her mouth, I could see her throat bulging outward every time the big head entered.

First her cheek bulged out... then her throat when it drove in deep.

The cock pumped in and out of Paula's mouth with increasing speed. Each thrust was ramming the big head two inches down her throat.

I was amazed when I saw how easily Paula could swallow the man's thick cock.

Coleen jerked my cock out of my pants and rammed her mouth down as far as she could. She gagged when just four inches were in. Pulling back, she gasped.

"Oh Fuck! What a fantastic cock! Just give me some time, Lover. I know I can get it all in."

"My god! You've got a fantastic cock! It's just gorgeous... I know I can get all of you into my mouth. I hope to god you're going to fuck me with this cock later on."

As I watched my wife deep throating the cock in her mouth, Coleen was struggling to take all of mine. She finally managed to get almost 7 inches of man meat down her throat.

Coleen was gagging when she got the seventh inch of my cock down her throat.

My rod lurched in Coleen's mouth when I saw the white fluid spurting from the corners of Paula's mouth. The man was ejaculating a huge load of cum down her throat so fast that she couldn't swallow all of it. The excess was spurting from the tightly plugged corners of her mouth.

The man who had taken out my wife's tits waited until his friend had finished shooting his load, and then he pulled my wife to her feet and led her down the hallway toward one of the bedrooms.

I quickly pulled Coleen to her feet and nodded toward the retreating couple. "MMmmmm...," Coleen purred. "He's taking your wife to the bedroom, Honey, so he can fuck her in private. Let's get close so we can hear Paula moaning when he sticks his cock into her."

We moved to a position just outside the closed bedroom door. At first there were no audible sounds coming from inside the room, but Coleen was sighing with pleasure as I removed her bra and captured her big nipples with my mouth.

"Mmmmmm... yess... like that, Gordon. Aaaahhh... suck them hard. That really sets me off."

"How big are they?" I asked as I moved from one large globe to the other.

"38DD... aaaahhhhhh. Oh Baby, you're hard! I can feel that big spike pressing against my pussy."

"Your skirt's in the way," I complained.

"Take the damn thing off of me... hurry! My pussy is on fire."

Just as I was removing Coleen's skirt, we heard the soft sounds of squeaking bedsprings coming from the bedroom. eee-ka... eee-ka... eee-ka... eee-ka... over and over. "He's fucking your wife, Gordon. Not hard... just slow... deep strokes into her cunt. Can you hear it... every time those springs creak, his cock is sinking into her cunt," Coleen hissed in my ear.

I finished removing her skirt at the same time as she got my pants and shorts off. She mounted me with her big tits in my face and her pussy slit sliding up and down the eight-inch length of my fully erect cock.

eee-ka... eee-ka... eee-ka... eee-ka... oohh... oohh... oohh... eee-ka... eee-ka... oohh... oohh.. eee-ka... eee-ka

"Can you hear her, Honey? Can you hear your wife groaning as his cock fucks her?

"Oh hell yes! It's driving me crazy listening to her moan. Get on my cock, Coleen! Put it in your cunt."

"Oh Yeah! I thought you'd never ask." She raised her ass and used her hand to align my cock with her opening... as she sank down and engulfed me within the soft, wet folds of her vagina, the sensation was fantastic! She was slick and wet, but also snug and tight. As she lowered her pussy down my shaft, she worked it with her vaginal muscles... milking me... squeezing me... almost jacking me off with her vagina.

It felt like her pussy was trying to suck the load right out of my balls.

"OH Fuck, Coleen, that feels incredible! I hope it feels just half as good to you."

She leaned forward mashing her tits into my chest and pressed her open mouth against mine, her tongue driving in and out in perfect sync with the pumping of her cunt up and down on my now throbbing cock. "I've got an incredibly hard, eight-inches of throbbing man meat up my cunt and you think that doesn't feel fantastic to a woman? Just listen to your wife howling... and she's not getting a cock nearly as big as the one you're fucking me with."

The sound of the bedsprings grew louder and more frequent. My wife's moans also increased in volume and frequency. She was now moaning with every thrust. Eee-Ka. Oohh! Eee-Ka. Oohh! Eee-Ka. Oohh! Eee-Ka. Oohh!

Coleen and I were now attacking each other. It was all I could to hold the wildly thrashing woman. Again and again, she rammed her ass all the down my shaft, impaling her cunt completely as my cock head thudded hard against her womb and cervix.

"Get on your knees and bend over, Coleen, so I can give it to you harder."

"OOOOHHH.... fuck YES! Screw me like your hot wife is being screwed on the other side of that door. Hurry! Ram me at the same time as he's ramming her!"

Coleen bent over and elevated her cunt. With her knees spread, it made a luscious, easy target. Lodging the head inside her pussy, I drove the entire shaft into her on the first thrust and began pounding it in her hole with one hard thrust after another.

The hot brunette was a delicious fuck. Her pussy never stopped throbbing around my cock the entire time I was in her.

The squeaking bedsprings inside the bedroom grew much louder. Their sounds were now mixing with my wife's wild cries and the deep masculine grunts of her lover.

"OOOHHHH FUCK ME, BABY. HARDER! RAM IT IN... I'M CUMMING... AAAAHHHHH... CUMMING." Paula howled as she came. I knew exactly what the guy was feeling as her cunt went into the hard, spastic contractions I knew so well.

Suddenly, Coleen began to moan softly, "ooohhhhh... ooohhhhh... ooohhhhh... ooohhhhh." I felt her vagina throbbing around my shaft as she came. She made very little sound when she orgasmed, but her cuntal contractions were so hard and so rapid that she literally milked the cum out of me. I shot six or seven volleys of semen into her as she continued to moan and her pussy continued to pulse around my spewing cock.

When my body fell away from Coleen's, two men who had been watching immediately took possession of her still trembling body and took her into one of the other vacant bedrooms. I ended up alone listening as the bedsprings began squeaking again. A few minutes later, my wife was again grunting as her lover fucked her for the second time.

After a half hour or so, the bedroom door opened and the man who had been screwing my wife came out. He nodded to me and said, "She's really hot. You should try her out." After that, he went back into the den area.

When I looked into the bedroom, I saw Paula lying on her back across the bed. Her tits and belly were spotted with large blobs of semen. Several smaller blobs covered her mound. She was cupping her tits and licking off some the guy's load from their surface.

The sight of my wife covered with cum and her pussy stretched open had me hard in a second.

As I watched two other men entered, and seeing me, said, "Oh... sorry. We thought she was alone. Let us know when you've finished fucking her. Marv told us that she was really hot."

"I was just checking her out," said smiling. "Go ahead. I'm in no hurry."

"Hey! Great! Thanks," the second man said as they hurried to join Paula on the bed. One of the men laid down on his back and said something to my wife. She nodded and mounted his body with her back toward his face. Planting her feet outside his hips, she raised her ass off his groin so he had room to align his cock with her asshole. Once he was in position, she gradually lowered herself until the cock was pressed against her opening. The second guy put his hands on Paula's hips and pushed her down impaling her ass on the big sex spike.

"UUnngghh... big... you're big, Honey... stretching me.... uuummmmmm!"

Holding her hips for leverage, the man began fucking my wife's ass with hard strokes that drove his cock all the way in to his balls. She leaned back, supporting herself with her arms, and began helping the guy fuck her ass by raising and lowering her hips on his rigid prick.

The position completely exposed her gaping cunt hole. The second man got in position between her wide open legs, rose up over her, and nailed his cock into her inviting cunt. The two men fucked her... front and back... with steady hard thrusts. The bedsprings were again protesting loudly.

Paula was grunting softly every time one of the two cocks thrust into her.

I watched for ten minutes or so and then decided to head back to the den. I wasn't halfway there when I heard my wife screaming in orgasm. Her screams were quickly followed by the much deeper masculine grunts of both men as they unloaded inside my wife's holes.

The party continued until somewhat after 10 PM, but I didn't catch sight of my wife again until around 8 PM. She was again dressed in her short, yellow dress and heels. I was virtually certain that her yellow panties had long since vanished into some man's pocket as a souvenir.

For the rest of the evening, Paula and the other women walked around the house nearly naked. Naturally, I kept my eyes on my wife. As she passed, one or two of the men would occasionally engage her in conversation that always involved them stroking and caressing her body with their hands under her dress. Sometimes they wanted more, and no one was bothering any longer to take the time to retire to the privacy of one of the bedrooms.

A little after 10 PM, Santini announced that it was time for us to head back to Vegas as it was almost a two-hour drive. Clint rounded up his wife, and I went looking for Paula. I found her in the study with a young stud who had her on her hands and knees obviously preparing to fuck her.

"Santini says we have to leave, Honey." She just moaned as the man rubbed his hand back and forth between her legs.

"Come on, Man. She's got me so damn hard it hurts. Five minutes... I promise... no more."

Santini walked up, obviously waiting to leave. "He wants five more minutes with Paula," I told him.

Santini looked at the guy's rock-hard penis, nodded, and said, "Five minutes... no more. If you aren't finished, you'll have to jack off. Five minutes... starting now."

He nodded his understanding and quickly pulled my wife's hands backward until they rested on her buttocks. "Spread your ass, Honey. Hurry!"

He watched with obvious satisfaction as she pulled her cheeks wide open exposing her stretched hole. His cock was now leaking precum and jerking in anticipation. "Keep it open, Honey."

Paula lowered her head to the seat of the couch and used both hands to keep her buttocks open. The guy pressed his cock against her anus and pushed. There was virtually no resistance from her gaping hole. The big cock cap disappeared inside her ass immediately. Once seated inside my wife's ass, the man's next thrust sent his entire length racing down her colon until his balls banged against her cunt.

My wife's asshole was so stretched that it offered no resistance to the iron-hard dick.

Her hands fell away from her buttocks and pressed against the couch seat where they repeatedly forced her hips backwards onto his cock every time it was driven back into her hole. The two of them worked together in a steady rhythm to give my wife's ass a hard, deep, thorough fucking. Finally, Paula gave a shrill squeal and then shook in climax as the man slammed his meat all the way into her one last time. He held it there, his buttocks clenching as he ejaculated several times into her ass.

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Both women were tired, but neither Santini nor I cared. We had a long, boring drive ahead of us, and Santini fully intended to spend the time fucking my wife. I had the same intentions with respect to Coleen. Clint was no problem. He already had his cock out jacking off as he watched me caressing and finger fucking his wife. Occasionally, he turned his head and watching Santini working on my wife, but he clearly got off a lot more watching someone with his wife.

We spent nearly a half hour caressing the women with our hands and tongues until they were both writhing and twisting in a sexual frenzy in spite of their tired bodies. After another 10 minutes of tongues on their convulsing clits and fingers stroking their engorged G-spots, both women were pleading with us to fuck them.

"I think they're ready," Santini commented.

I rubbed Coleen's clit and G-spot at the same time using two fingers inside her pussy and my thumb on her clitoris. Her mouth opened wide to emit a series of grunts, her ass arched high off the seat, hung suspended in the air, as her juices spurted weakly and ran down her thighs. "I would say you're right. Shall we fuck them?"

"Splendid idea, Gordon. Between us, I think we have about 17 inches of cock. Should be enough, don't you think?"

"Easily. I suggest we have them mount us reverse cowgirl. I want to watch your cock fucking Paula's cunt."

"Oh yes. Excellent! And I will enjoy seeing your cock pleasuring Coleen."

Both women were shaking with excitement as they listened to Santini and I discussing our fucking plans for them. I turned to Coleen. "Coleen. MOUNT! NOW! Face Santini so he can see your cunt taking cock!" She scrambled onto my lap with her bare feet on my knees, hers steepled high. The position totally exposed her cunt hole.

"Paula, your husband wants to see your delicious cunt taking cock. MOUNT! Your cunt facing your husband." She moved onto his lap with the hard 8-inch phallus sticking straight up between her thighs, its length pressed against her sex trench. Santini grasped her legs behind her knees, leaned back, and pulled her legs high in the air. Her cunt was aimed right at me, concealed for the moment by the rigid shaft of male flesh against it.

"Lift your ass, Coleen, so I can get into you."

"Oh yes, put it in me! Fuck me!" she moaned.

She lifted her butt up, I swabbed my cock up and down the length of her sex trench bringing more excited moans from the hot brunette. Centering it, I push the head into her pussy and said, "It's in. Fuck on it!" Coleen emitted a high-pitched wail as the thick organ stretched her open and thudded against her womb.

Both Santini and Paula had their eyes locked on Coleen's cunt as the cock pried her open and disappeared into her hot hole. Paula groaned right along with Coleen as it sank into her.

Both women moaned as my cock sank into Coleen's eager cunt.

"Isn't that incredibly hot to watch your husband's cock fucking that hot slut's cunt... making her moan... making her cum?"

"Ooohhhh yesss!"

"Now your husband wants the pleasure of watching your cunt being stretched open by a thick cock and hearing you moan as it fucks you, Paula."

"Oh god, yes! Do it! Fuck me now!"

"You put it in. Spread your pussy open while your husband watches."

I was thrusting in and out of Coleen's vagina as she humped her ass on me. We both paused to watch Paula fitting Santini's rod into her open hole.

"AAAAaaahhhh.. gawd! It's in me!" she hissed

At almost the same time, Coleen moaned, "Ooohhh look, Gordon! Look how Santini's cock is forcing your wife's hole wide open... LOOK! LOOK! He's shoving it all the way in!"

Both women moaned almost continuously as the thick cocks pumped their dilated and throbbing pussies. Coleen came twice and I think Paula did too before we reached the Vegas city limits.

"We're almost back to the hotel, Gordon. I think it's time to shoot these hot cunts full of cum."

"Absolutely!"

We both began screwing the women with hard, fast, deep strokes. I came first... grunting like a bull as I shot into Coleen's waiting pussy. Santini lasted a few minutes longer and then filled my wife. When she dismounted, her pussy gushed a thick rope of cum down her thighs.

Both women were led through the lobby of the hotel with several streams of semen running down their legs.

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Thursday: The Last Day:

Since it was the last day of the convention, Gordon had to be there for the last session and closing remarks with the entire National Committee on stage. The final session ended at noon, and our flight home was scheduled to depart at 3 PM. So we had ample time but none to spare.

At 7:30, the room phone rang. I knew it was going to be Santini before I even answered it. It was.

"Good morning, Sexy. You were beyond belief at the party yesterday. I'll be by your room to pick you up in 10 minutes. Be ready."

"We're leaving at 3 PM this afternoon. I have to shower, clean up, and pack our bags."

"I know. I will pick you up in 10 minutes. We will fuck and then you can pack your bags. At 11 AM, I will again take you to a room so that I can fuck your delicious body one final time before you leave. You can shower and bathe when I bring you back to your hotel room at 11:30 AM. Do not argue. 10 minutes. Be ready."

I knew I had almost no time to dress, so I just pulled on a white blouse, a short, black mini-skirt, and slipped my feet into a pair of strapless pumps with 4-inch heels. I had just finished putting on my heels when the Santini knocked.

He took one look at me and moaned, "You are magnificent! Gordon is the luckiest man on earth. If you ever divorce him, you are to call me immediately... any time... day or night. I want you! Hurry. Let us not waste time."

"Why not fuck me here? That will be faster," I suggested.

"No. Not here." He consulted his black book once more, and said, "Room 962. I'm going to fuck you in room 962."

As soon as we were inside 962, Santini got my tits out of my blouse, pushed me over a table, and flipped up my short skirt. "Oh Fuck! Fantastic! No panties... just hot, wet, open, and ready cunt!"

Leaving me with all my clothes still on, he stripped completely except for his undershirt, and moved behind me. Being fully clothed while he was almost naked made it incredibly erotic.

For several minutes, he caressed my ass and pussy with his fingers... finally moving forward to my clit, which he rubbed expertly until I came. Juices spurted and ran down my thighs.

As soon as I climaxed, Santi moved against my upthrust ass, fitted his cock into my opening, and drove it in to the hilt. I was so wet and still somewhat stretched from the party the previous day, that he entered me easily. Once he was inside my cunt, he held onto my hips and fucked me like a bitch in heat... which I was.

"Ooohhhh give it to me, Santi. Fuck me hard. Oh gawd damn... you really know how to ring my bell, Baby... I'm gonna cum again... fuck me harder... damn you... fuck me harder!"

He rammed into me like a bull, and my cunt and clit exploded around his cock. He continued to thrust into me right through my spasms, his cock thudding with masculine authority against my womb. I grunted with each stroke... my tits swinging back and forth.

I came again before his cock detonated inside my pussy sending thick streams of sperm-loaded spunk into my hole.

He pulled out of me and said, "SUCK! Suck me. I'll get hard again very quickly. Take it all the way down your throat, Paula."

I knelt in front of him and guided his big cock into my mouth. I spent a minute licking and cleaning the cum off with my tongue and lips and then shoved 7 inches down my throat. He pulled my head even closer and buried the final inch. Amazingly, it only took a few minutes to get him rock hard again.

Santi got hard again very rapidly once I had his cock down my throat.

I pulled back and said, "God... what a cock! It's already hard as stone. How are you going to fuck me this time?"

Santini unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. My blouse was next. In moments, he had it bunched uselessly about my waist. "On the bed. I haven't fucked you side-saddle yet with your leg straight up in the air. Get on the bed... on your side, Paula, and lift your leg high in the air."

I took the position, and Santini got on the bed behind me. I didn't have my leg high enough, so he used one hand to lift it straight up into the air. My heel was pointed right at the ceiling. My cunt gaped open... wet... seeping cum... ready. He drove his cock into me.

"GGHHAAAAAAAAAAAA.... UUGGHHH... BIG FUCKING COCK! SCREW ME, LOVER. FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!"

Fifteen minutes later, I had received another royal fucking and had another cum load up my cunt.

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Santini got me back to my hotel room a little past 9 AM. I quickly started packing and by 10:00 had all of our bags packed and ready to transport to the airport. If he was going to pick me up at 11 AM for more sex, I knew I would never have time to shower and bathe afterwards, so I took care of that as soon as I finished packing. I was done by 10:40, so I still had 30 minutes to find something to wear. Almost every thing had been packed. All I could find was a white blouse that buttoned down the front, a pair of black, bikini panties, and my heels. When Santini arrived promptly at 11 AM, that's what I was wearing.

When he opened the door, his mouth fell open. He recovered quickly, however, and then stared at me with undisguised lust. Even though this lusty man had just screwed me twice two hours previously, he already had my pussy wet. He motioned for me to follow him. He didn't have to ask me twice.

The elevator was already occupied by two young men when we got on. My blouse was just barely long enough to cover my panties. With no bra and my tits bouncing each time I took a step, both men knew almost immediately that I was naked under my blouse. I could see their erections growing inside their pants as they stared at my naked legs and thighs and my barely covered tits.

"She's a hot piece, isn't she?" Santini said to the men in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. They both nodded enthusiastically.

"Open your blouse, Paula. Show them your incredible tits." My hands were shaking as I opened the top four buttons and pulled the blouse aside.

"DAMN! How big are they?"

"She says 36DD... frankly, I think they're more like 38DD."

"They're unbelievably firm... amazing!"

"Yeah... it is. Heft them and you'll see just how firm her tits are."

When each man captured one of my tits and hefted it, I heard myself moaning. "What's she wearing below?" one of the men asked Santini.

"Bend over, Paula, so the gentleman see what you're wearing."

When I bent over, neither man released the tit they were holding. The only thing that changed was that instead of hefting my tits, they were now moving them back and forth as they swung free.

"Jezz! What an ass!"

"Go ahead. Feel it. You might also want to slip your hand between her thighs and check out how wet her slit is."

I stayed bent over as both men felt my ass and the crotch of my now soaked panties. Without waiting for an invitation, my panties were pulled down and two hands explored my cunt and ass while two more played with my dangling tits. They didn't stop until the elevator reached the fourth floor.

"Come on, Paula. Put your tits back inside your blouse and pull up your panties. Hurry up." As we walked down the hallway, Santini checked his black book, and then opened the door to Room 470.

"Get on the desk, Paula. Open your blouse and spread your legs." I did it instantly. He stared at my crotch and heaving tits. "What would have done if I had told those two men to fuck you?"

My chest was heaving with excitement, my cunt drenched and ready.

My voice was quivering with excitement when I answered. "I would have stayed bent over and spread myself for them. You know that. I wouldn't have been able to resist. I already felt like I was about to cum."

Santini wasted no more time in conversation. With one quick motion, my blouse was lying on he floor. "Take off your panties," he ordered as he began to strip himself. "Remove your heels. I want you totally naked for this final fucking."

My excitement continued to mount as I kicked my heels off and climbed onto the bed. "On your back... legs spread. I'm going to fuck you missionary the first time. You will wrap your legs about my body as we fuck."

Santi got on the bed with me. I spread wide, and he moved between my thighs. Leaning over my body, he drove his hips into my sex saddle forcing me to spread even wider to accommodate his body. I felt the big cock moving over my slit... up and down its length. He teased my erect clit with it for a full minute until he had me begging him to start fucking me.

It wasn't necessary for me to guide him in. He knew my body perfectly by this time. One quick adjustment of his hips... one forceful thrust, and his cock raced into the depths of my cunt hole and slammed hard against my cervix.

"UUNNGGGHHH!"

Santi fucked me like a man possessed. Again and again, his rigid organ rammed me... splitting my hole wide... rubbing over my G-spot... stimulating my engorged clitoris. At first, I had my ankles locked over his ass, but as he powered his shaft in and out of my erupting pussy, my ankles unlocked, and my legs shot out to the sides... rigid... toes curled. I exploded in an intense orgasm.

As my vagina throbbed around his thick shaft, his hands shoved beneath my hips. Two fingers penetrated my asshole at the same time as his steel-hard cock plowed into me. "UGH! UGH! UGH! Hot fuck bitch. Take it... TAKE IT!" My pussy erupted in another orgasm as my legs shot straight up into the air where my feet jerked back and forth in time to his thrusts into me.

Santi's orgasm was powerful. His cock went into a series on contractions, each one forcing a huge stream of semen and sperm into my waiting vagina. Again and again, he unloaded his cream into my depths... spurt after spurt until cum was running out of the bottom of my cunt and down my ass crack.

When his orgasm finally abated, he stayed on me... and in me. "Pull your legs back against your tits, Paula. Open your cunt for me."

A moment later, my knees were just outside my jiggling tits, and Santi was slowly fucking his thick rod in and out of my upturned cunt hole... giving me deep, hard, thrusts with his semi-hard prick.

With my legs far back, the big cock thudded into the bottom of my hole on every stroke.

After five minutes of slow fucking, he was hard again... like stone. "Ass fucking time, Paula." He withdrew and motioned for me to stand up. When I did, he pushed my head against the bureau and said, "Lift your leg. Put your foot up on top of the bureau and hold your ass cheeks open."

Our last 10 minutes in Room 470 were spent with Santi cock pounding in and out of my asshole. I had my hand between my thighs using one finger to stroke his rampant cock, another to pleasure my cunt hole, and two more to work my clitoris. I came twice before Santi poured his second load into my dilated ass.

It was the hardest, deepest ass fucking I had had with Santi and his friends.

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Plane Trip Home:

At 3:30 PM, Gordon and I were sitting comfortably in the first-class section chatting.

"He fucked you again this morning while I was at the convention, didn't he?"

"MMMmmmmmm," I said with a nod of my head.

"Once?"

"No."

"How many times?"

"Twice right after you left, and two more times just before you returned. He did give me a couple of hours in between fuckings to pack and shower."

"Randy stud!"

"Yes... very randy. Almost as randy as my husband."

"I want to hear all about it."

"Of course, and I want all the sexy details about the women you banged at the convention when you told me you working so hard."

"You first."

"No... not now. Let's save it for our getaway this coming weekend."

"Ok... I can hardly wait."

"You know, there's one thing about Santi that I never could figure out."

"What's that?"

"Except for one quickie, he would never, ever fuck me in our hotel room or his private suite. Instead, he would take out this small black book, check it, and then take me to some room in the hotel. I kept wondering what was in that book. I guess it was a listing of which hotel rooms were vacant, but why bother? Why not just fuck me in our room?"

My husband broke into laughter. When I demanded to know what in the hell he found so funny, he laughed even harder until tears were actually rolling down his cheeks.

"If you don't stop laughing and tell me what's so funny, you'll be sleeping on the couch for a week."

"Bull shit... there's no way you could go for a week without cock."

"Did I say I was going to go for a week without cock? I said you would be sleeping on the couch. Now, what's so funny?"

"I thought you knew what Santini's black book was for. When you told me that you had no idea, it just struck me as hilarious. He was fucking you all week and you never knew what was happening."

"Do you know?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"When you off in one of the bedrooms at the party on Wednesday, I saw Santini looking through that black book. I asked him what it was, and he told me."

"What is that book? What's in it? Tell me."

"Not until our getaway this weekend, Darling."

"Oh damn you. Please. I've just got to know. I can't stand having to wait two more days to find out."

"Ok... I'll make you deal. I'll tell you now ahead of time, but only if you agree to serve as my sex slave for three days."

Now it was my wife's turn to laugh. "Oh horrors! I'll be a sex slave to my hot husband for three days. There's no telling how many times he'll fuck me... what sheer torture! Come on, you hot Stud. Tell me and I'll be your sex slave."

"What a hell of a deal! The black book is Santini Gardello's record of the women he has fucked in each of the hotel's 1600 rooms. He has notes about what each woman was like, how hot she was, how many times he fucked her in the room, which of her holes he used, so on and so forth."

"Oh shit! Really? Well, that doesn't explain why he was always checking the book before we were even inside one of the rooms. Why was he doing that?"

"Because, Darling. Santini's objective is fuck a woman in every single one of the hotel's 1,600 rooms. He doesn't want to waste a fucking opportunity by using a room where he's already screwed some woman's cunt or ass. So he was searching among the rooms that were vacant at the time for one in which he had not yet fucked anyone. Later on, he fills in all the details about the woman and how he banged her."

"Are you putting me on? Is that really true?"

"Absolutely true. Santini was simply giving you a very erotic tour of as many of the hotel's rooms as possible."

"I'm not sure I believe you. You wouldn't hesitate to make up a tale like this just to have me as your sex slave for three days, you hot satyr."

"I can prove it. Santini showed me the book. He even pointed out the entries for Paula Baxter... at least the first ones. Of course, this was Wednesday night, so I didn't get to see the hot entries for your escapades this morning."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"How about this then? Santini fucked you the first time on Monday in Room 1106. Later that afternoon, he had you in Room 972. On Tuesday, you were getting laid in 862 in the morning and in Room 1015 that afternoon."

My wife was silent for awhile and then she sort of moaned, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" Silence for a bit, and then, "How many of the rooms has he used so far? Or do you know?"

"I know as of Wednesday night and since you told me that he fucked you twice today, I can just add two more rooms and get the current total... that is, I can get the current total unless he's already got his cock buried in some other cunt right now."

"How many?" my wife whispered.

"Out of the 1600 rooms, Santini has ... has... eh... has "deflowered", I guess we might say, 763 rooms in the four years he's been the Director of Entertainment and Services at the hotel. Thanks to you, that number is up from 757 when we arrived on Sunday."

"Did you get to read any of the entries he made for me?"

"Of course. All of them. I even took photos of those pages with my cell phone camera."

"Show me."

"No. Maybe later."

"Please... I need to know! Please."

"Five days as my sex slave instead of three."

"Anything... just show me the photos."

"I'll show you the photos I took of the first entry... the one for Room 1106 on Monday morning." I took out the enlargement I had made using the computer facilities in the hotel. When my wife started reading it, her hand thrust between her thighs and began slow, sensuous motions. I saw the stewardess two rows in front of us watching Paula as she rubbed her pussy.

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Room 1106: Monday, August 23, 9 AM, Paula Baxter:

Blonde, 28 years old, huge 36DD tits, fantastically firm. Married, dynamite body. Hottest fuck I've ever had. Insatiable and totally uninhibited, oozes sex. Two photos below.

Took her to my private spa, got her naked, and had her suck me off before we went to Room 1106. Went down her. Made her cum three times. She squirted twice, like a cannon when I did her G-spot and clit with my fingers. Fucked her twice. She came four more times. Shot my load up her cunt. She was lying naked in the middle of the bed when I left her.

Fucking Scale Rating: 10... easily. I intend to fuck her all this week while her husband is at the convention.

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The two photographs of Paula were at the bottom of the page. The first showed her lying on a table in the process of taking off her panties. Her legs were straight up in the air exposing her ass with her cunt slit peeking from between her raised thighs. In the second photo, she was lying on a bed wearing dark stockings with her legs wide open, her fingers spreading her cunt hole. This photo was taken very close to her gaping pussy.

"My god. Are they all this detailed and explicit?"

"No. Some of them are much longer and much more detailed. Santini devotes more space to you than to any of his numerous other conquests. He's obviously wild about you."

"Oohhh," my wife moaned softly, her hand, which had been steadily moving between her thighs ever since she started reading what Santini had said about her performance in Room 1106, began to move even faster. I saw the stewardess moving closer... watching.

"Stop masturbating, you hot Slut," I whispered in her ear.

"I can't. I'm too hot."

"I have a new project... fucking a woman in every restroom on every American Airlines plane. I'd like to get started on this project as soon as possible. Come on, Slut. I need to put the first entry in my restroom fuck book."

I led my wife to the first-class restroom and pushed her inside ahead of me. The Stewardess was now standing a few feet away grinning at me. She stepped closer and whispered, "There's still two hours to go in this flight and there's another restroom down the other aisle. Let me know if you'd like me to help you put a second entry in your book."

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