2011-05-15

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

The Reluctant Husband
by RLM

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Karla loved her new high-volume, sexual lifestyle, but her husband, Howard, was less than enthusiastic.

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Prologue:

Howard and Karla Burton have been married for seven years. Married just out of college, they are both now 28 years old with a modest, but adequate income that proved enough for the essentials with some left over for entertainment and savings. This was primarily because the Burtons both worked and had decided to postpone starting a family until they were settled and had more secure financial means.

Howard's job as a software programmer and hardware maintenance specialist provided a good salary coupled with upward mobility. While Karla's job as the executive secretary in a local law firm was not as well-paid, it was still interesting work with good benefits. The couple enjoyed a nice home in one of the newer and more up-scale housing developments in the city that sported a nice pool in the back and a two-car garage that housed two, four-year-old Camrys.

When the Burtons were married, Howard was a trim, 5'11" weighing 170 lbs with a tight butt and smooth, well-toned muscles. As such, he often attracted female attention. For her part, Karla was a nice-looking brunette, 5'6", 130 lbs, with an attractive 34C-24-34 figure who attracted her fair share of male attention. They had dated for six months prior to marriage, and from their very first date, Howard had worked diligently to get between Karla's legs.

For her part, Karla had loved all the attention Howard lavished on her in his attempt to seduce her into bed. She played the dating game with consummate skill continuously teasing Howard by allowing him small successes that very slowly increased with each date, but always stopping short of his ultimate objective.

After two months, Howard had finally gotten Karla out of her blouse and bra and was being allowed some hand and finger play between her thighs. A month later, their dates were concluding with passionate kisses and a hand job for Howard, which always resulted in him having to send his pants to the cleaners. It took Howard another month with several dates a week to get Karla out of her panties and his tongue on her clit. Now, their dates were concluding with Karla enjoying multiple climaxes on Howard's very talented tongue, and to Howard's relief, no more cleaning bills since his loads were now going down Karla's throat.

During the fifth month, the couple was enjoying dinner at one of the better Mexican restaurants in the city when Howard had asked Karla if she would like to see a movie after dinner. Karla's reply had been, "To hell with the movie, Honey. I would much rather go to a motel where you can fuck me. I think it's time for us to find out if we click in bed together." Her reply had had two major effects on Howard: First, he had lost interest in eating his dinner and second, his cock had shot to full erection.

The couple stopped at the first budget motel they could find, and as Howard was getting out of the car to get a room, he said, "I'm so excited, I can hardly think. I can't wait to make love to you."

In response, Karla had replied, "You can make love to me later, Honey, after you fuck me several times. Now stop talking and get us a room. My cunt's on fire." They never did get around to making love that night. The entire time was spent with Howard giving it to Karla in different positions like a wild stallion. Each time he would empty himself into her shuddering body, she would pounce on him and suck his cock until he was hard. Then, the fucking would begin anew. After five ejaculations, Karla could not get him up again in spite of diligent efforts to do so.

The following morning, when Howard had awakened, he found his penis rock hard and inside Karla's mouth. She squealed with delight when she saw he was awake and immediately mounted his cock. She rode him through several orgasms before he poured his load into her pussy. Before they went to breakfast, Howard had screwed her again. It was two dates later before the couple ever got around to making love.

Those events had taken place seven years previously. Things had now changed dramatically in the sex department for the Burtons. For his part, Howard had maintained his weight and physical condition reasonably well. He had added 8 to 10 pounds and now usually tipped the scales somewhere between 178 and 180. His sedentary job made it difficult to stay in shape, but his weekly tennis and racquetball games helped a great deal.

The same couldn't be said for Karla. Like Howard, she had a sedentary job, but she didn't participate in sports nor did she ever go to the gym or to a spa to exercise. Like many women, she ate too much for the amount of exercise she was doing. The inevitable result was weight gain. The more weight she gained, the more depressed she had become and the more she ate until now, at age 28, Karla's weight of 170 lbs almost matched Howard's. It had been three years since she was able to buy clothes at a ladies boutique. Her shopping now had to be done at establishments catering to larger women.

During the first year of their marriage, if Howard wasn't after her everyday, she was after him. Except for her periods, they had sex once or twice a day, and even during her periods, she gave Howard oral sex and occasionally, they had anal sex. During the second year of marriage, this torrid pace slackened, as expected, but they was still getting it on four or five times a week. This continued through the third year, but then, Karla began gaining weight.

The more weight Karla gained, the less enthusiastic Howard became about taking her to bed. During the seventh year, they were having sex less than once a week. What was even worse, when they did go to bed, Howard was sometimes unable to perform, and at other times, he would suddenly lose his erection right in the middle of their coupling.

Things were not going well in the Burton household.

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An Evening with Ann:

As usual, I had gotten home from work at 4:45 PM. Howard usually didn't make it until around 5:30 and lately, he had been staying at work even later. I was virtually certain this was to avoid me as much as possible.

After his total fiasco in bed the previous evening, I wasn't surprised that he was avoiding me as much as possible. It had to be terribly embarrassing for any man to face his wife after such a miserable performance.

Howard had surprised me by being unusually amorous after dinner last night. He had actually played with my legs under the table during dinner and stroked my ass while I did the dishes afterwards. Later, he had stared at my legs while I read and he watched a TV show in our den. More than once, I had noticed that instead of watching his show, his eyes were locked on my legs. I even teased him a little by letting my dress ride higher and was delighted when he stared even harder.

A little after 9:00 PM, he had stood up, taken my hand, and said, "Let's go to bed and fuck. Interested?" Since we hadn't had sex in almost two weeks, I was more than just interested. I could hardly contain myself.

Once in the bedroom, my husband did a masterful job stripping me with erotic slowness building my excitement higher and higher. As he did this, my hand was wrapped around his very nice 7-inch thick cock, which had been absent from my pussy for far too long. He was hard... really rock-hard.

As soon as Howard had gotten me naked and could see the sag of my large tits, the roll of fat around my belly, my overly large ass and thighs, and the cellulite in my buttocks and thighs, I felt his erection beginning to lose some of its rigidity. Quickly, I dropped to my knees and took his penis in my mouth. It took a while, but I finally had him fully hard again. He moved us to the bed where I lay down on my back and spread my legs for him.

He had stared at my hairy pussy for a few moments trying to decide whether to go down on me or not. Apparently, going down on me lost out to fucking me because Howard mounted me and slowly inserted his dick into my eager hole.

"OOohhhhh god... that feels so good, Darling. I love it. Fuck me with that hard cock, Stud. Fuck me hard and make cum!"

My husband had given me what I wanted. His hard shaft rammed into me like a pile driver building me higher and higher. But when he looked down and saw my sagging tits flopping all over as he pounded me, I felt his erection fading. He had closed his eyes and managed to stay hard until he slipped his hand beneath my ass to hold me in the best fucking position. With his fingers now digging into the fat of my ass, his penis rapidly began to wilt just moments before I reached an orgasm.

"NO! NO! DON'T STOP! I'M ABOUT TO CUM! DON'T STOP!"

It was no use. His penis became totally flaccid in just moments and slipped out of my throbbing hole. "Oh god. Don't leave me. FINISH ME, HOWARD. FINISH ME!" I had screamed. But it was hopeless. My husband was so embarrassed by his failure, he rolled off of me, mumbled something about being sorry, and left me lying there. I was so close, I had to finish myself with my fingers. My husband had stood helplessly in the doorway watching me as I did his job for him.

The entire humiliating episode flashed through my mind again as I stepped out of my shower and dried my body with one of the large bath towels. When I sat down in front of my vanity and began combing my hair, my attention was drawn to my nude body... first to my large but now sagging breasts, and then lower down to the roll of fat around my belly.

Karla was appalled by her appearance... her sagging breasts and rolls of fat around her belly.

"God! I'm only 28," I thought, "how could I have ever let my body get into such terrible shape?" Forgetting about my hair, I stood up and adjusted the movable mirrors of my vanity so that I could see my backside in the full length mirror on the wall behind me. Again, I was appalled and disgusted. My ass bulged out as did my large thighs. The cellulite that streaked through my fat flesh made it even worse.

Karla's backside was no better.

"Christ. No wonder my husband can't get hard at the prospect of fucking me or if he does manage it, can't stay hard even when his cock is inside my pussy," I said aloud this time.

I felt like running to my bedroom and crying, but I had to get dinner started, and I had promised Ann that I would meet her after dinner at the Marriott Inn Lounge for a drink and gossip. We usually had an outing each week, and a few days previously, we had scheduled it for tonight.

Howard was silent when he arrived, obviously still avoiding me. When dinner was almost ready, I called out to him. "Honey, dinner is nearly ready. Would you set the table for me?" With no way to hide any longer, he began putting the dishes on the table. Then, as I brought the food to the table, he opened a bottle of wine for us.

We had been eating for perhaps ten minutes when my husband finally spoke. There wasn't a single word mentioned about the previous night's disaster. Instead, he filled the conversation gap with information about his latest computer software projects, a subject which did not particularly interest me, but at least, it was better than silence.

When Howard finished telling me about his current projects, I replied, "Sounds interesting, Honey. Tonight's my night to visit with Ann. I'm running late, so can you clear the table? I'll do up the dishes later tonight."

"No need. I'll take care of it. Have fun."

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I arrived at the Marriott before Ann so I already had us a table when she entered the lounge. Except for the fact that Ann was blonde with a fair complexion whereas my brunette skin tone was darker, she looked very similar to me. About the same height with big tits and at least 30 to 40 pounds overweight. On the one hand, I was sad that my friend had the same weight and flab problem as I did, but on the other hand, it was a lot more pleasant to have a relaxing evening with someone who didn't make me look so bad as would have been case if she were 35 pounds lighter with firm tits and a tight ass. When Ann sat down opposite me, her ass spread out on the seat and her boobs bulged out of the top of her blouse.

Ann's body was probably bigger than mine, but it was close.

"So what's with you, Girlfriend?" she asked as she took a seat.

"Same old... same old. So damn bored and depressed I can hardly stand it."

"Really. What's happened now?"

"Howard and I were having sex last night, and for the first time in a month, I was about to have an orgasm."

"That sounds good. So?"

"Before I could get off, Howard lost his erection. He was so embarrassed, he wouldn't even let me try to get him hard again. He just rolled off of me and left."

"Jesus! That's pathetic!"

"Yeah. I was so hot I had to finger my clit to get off. So instead of being fucked to a hot orgasm, I had to masturbate... Again."

"Well, at least you almost got there, Karla. Fred hasn't screwed me for almost a month. He doesn't seem to have the interest any longer."

"Same for Howard. Last night was the first time he had even tried in weeks. But it's not really all their fault. We're both so overweight and saggy, it's hard for a guy to interested enough to get hard."

"Now that's nonsense, Karla. Just because we have a few extra pounds shouldn't cause any problems. Dozens of guys would love to bang either one of us. The problem is just our husbands are either screwing some other pussies and are all used up by the time they come home, or they're bored. Have to admit it is sort of boring to screw the same cock for years and years... must be the same for guys having to bang the same pussy."

"I don't think that's right, Ann. We come here a lot, and guys don't hit on us."

"That's because we're both wearing wedding rings and this is an up-scale hotel lounge. If we went to a sports bar or a night club unescorted, lots of guys would hit on us."

"You really think so? I was taking a critical look at myself in the mirror today, and I doubt that either of us would attract much attention."

"Well, there's one way to find out. Are you game? I am if you are."

"It's been so long since I've been fucked properly and hard, I'm tempted to take you up on that, but when nothing happens, it would be just too humiliating. Take me several months to get over it."

"Take my word for it, Karla. If we go to a sports bar or night spot unescorted and show some leg when we're sitting at the table, guys are gonna try their luck. Unless you freeze them out, you won't be going home unfucked this evening."

"I haven't cheated on Howard before," I whispered.

"Look at it this way, Karla. You wouldn't be taking away anything from him that he wants. If he was banging you 5 times a week, you would be. But how long did you say it has been since he really fucked you properly?"

"About a month."

"Don't you think it's time to end that drought?"

"Have you cheated on Fred?"

"Oh hell yes. When Fred started this once every month or two bullshit, I put up with it for a few months and then found someone else to take care of my needs. It's easy for a woman to find guys. Almost every guy enjoys screwing another man's wife. So be sure to leave your wedding rings on, Karla. It really turns the men on."

"I don't think I have the nerve to do it."

"Then you don't have to. Whenever you want to leave, just say so, and we'll leave. But I think as soon as some guy starts feeling you up on the dance floor and grinding his hard dick against you, you'll forget all about wanting to leave. I'll follow your lead. Deal?"

I nodded, we paid the bar tab, and left. When we reached our car, Ann told me that if we were going out trolling for some sexy men, we needed to prepare properly.

"How do we do that?"

"Very simple, Karla. Raise your skirt. Come on. It's so dark nobody's going to notice."

I shrugged and pulled my dress up to mid-thigh. "Higher," Ann ordered. I pulled it up until my panties were showing. Ann moved closer, hooked her fingers in the waist of my panties and pulled them down my legs. "Step out of them, Karla. Hurry up before someone sees your sexy pussy." That thought had me stepping out of my panties very quickly.

"Now, it's your turn to take off my panties."

"Why are we doing this?"

"If you want to catch fish, Karla, you've got to use the right bait. Worms and crawdads work for fish. Pussy works a lot better on men." She jerked her skirt up to her hips and waited. I followed her lead and a moment later, we were in Ann's car heading for a night club minus our panties.

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Since it was Thursday, "The Rendezvous" was crowded but not packed as it usually was on the weekends. When we were waved in immediately without paying a cover charge, I was surprised and said so to Ann.

"Honey, there's never a cover charge for unescorted women. We even get our first drink compliments of the house."

"Why?"

"Because the presence of unescorted women packs in the men who are charged a hefty cover charge, and there are no free drinks for them. Are you beginning to understand why getting male attention is not going to be a problem for us? Now stop worrying, turn your chair in the direction of the bar area, and either open your legs or cross them with your ankle on your other knee, Karla. Make sure to let your dress ride up your thighs and leave it there."

"I don't know... I'm so nervous."

"Stop that silliness and open your legs. I know you know how to tease men, Honey. So do. Just do what I'm doing. Let the guys see the bait."

Glancing downward, I saw that Ann was sitting with her left ankle resting on her right knee and her skirt almost to the tops of her thighs. Anyone in front of her was getting a good view of her naked pussy.

Although erotic, Ann's posture showed only part of her pussy.

Taking a deep breath, I raised my left knee higher than my right one and let my legs spread a little. Ann took one look and whispered, "Wider, Karla. Don't make the men guess if you're shaved or not." My face flushed red as I spread wider. I wondered which of us was showing the most.

With my legs open, most of my pussy was on display.

While I fully understood Ann's point about using the right bait, it still seemed unlikely to me that very many men would want to spend time with two women both of whom were 30 to 45 pounds overweight. But this time, I remained silent and did not voice my concerns. If it happened... then great. If it didn't, well, that was what I expected when we were driving to The Rendezvous.

There was no live music, but a sound system kept up a never-ending string of dance tunes for the customers. I was surprised a second time when I realized that every song being played was suited for slow, close dancing. Obviously, the place wanted to encourage intimate, close-contact dancing. But then that required a male partner, which neither Ann nor I had.

At that moment, the cocktail waitress arrived at our table. She was a sexy-looking redhead with nice breasts and a full butt both of which were partially revealed by her very brief uniform. The top was off-the-shoulder and cut low enough to show her tits almost to the nipples. The tight leotard she wore rode high on her buttocks so that almost half of her ass was on display. She wore no stockings... just a pair of platforms with 4-inch heels. I could easily imagine the men hitting on her... but not on Ann or me.

"And what will you ladies have this evening?" she asked with a smile.

Ann ordered a Mai Tai and I asked for a screwdriver. As the waitress wrote down our drink orders, I asked, "It's just the first drink that free, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she responded. "The first drink is on the house for unescorted ladies, but I don't think you'll have to worry about a bar tab no matter how many drinks you order."

"Why is that?" I asked, again surprised.

"Honey. I just came from the bar area. There are already a half dozen guys checking both of you out and flipping coins to see who gets to hit on you first. Whoever the lucky guys are, they'll pay for your drinks. Count on it."

"See," Ann said. "What did I tell you?"

"I'm not sure I believe it."

Turning her attention back to the waitress, Ann said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "She doesn't believe it... why don't you explain it to my friend."

With a somewhat confused looked on her face, the waitress asked, "What is it you don't believe, Honey?"

"That there are really a half dozen guys flipping coins to see who gets to hit on us."

"Why don't you believe it. I have no reason to make up fairy tales."

"I can see them hitting on you. You're gorgeous and sexy. We're both 30 to 45 pounds overweight."

"Yeah...so what? Both of you still look pretty good. You're young, full-bodied, and voluptuous, which a lot guys really like. And you're both married, which all of them just fucking love. Take my word for it, Honey. It won't be five minutes after I leave before several guys are trying make time with you. I'll get your drinks. Have fun, Ladies."

As soon as the waitress left, I leaned across the table and whispered to Ann, "I guess you're right, and now that I see that, I'm so nervous I'm shaking. I don't think I can do this. I agreed to come because I didn't think any men would be interested... but now that I see that they might be, I just can't do it, Ann."

"Can't do what?"

"You know. Be with a man."

"Oh come on, Karla. You're 28 years old... you damn well know how to fuck a man and enjoy it when he's giving it to you. And you haven't had any for a month and aren't likely to get much during the next month, if any. So relax and enjoy it. And look over there! I guess those two guys won the coin flips. What do you think? 22 or maybe 23? Hot, sexy, virile, and full of testosterone? Turn you on, Karla?"

"One of them is black," I whispered.

"Oh yes. Yum-yum! Have you had black dick before?"

"No...no, I haven't."

"I think that gonna change tonight. What do you say we suggest a foursome... you know... switch partners? What do you think?"

"I'm shaking so hard, I can't think."

"Shaking huh? Is your pussy throbbing? Wet?"

"Yes," I hissed under my breath. Then the men were at our table.

"Hi. I'm Dan and this is my friend Tony. We couldn't help noticing that you two lovely ladies seem to alone, and that's a shame."

"It most certainly is," Ann agreed. "I'm Ann and this is Karla."

"Would you two like to dance?" Dan asked.

I started to say no, but then I saw Dan's eyes drinking in my tits and exposed pussy. The raw lust mirrored on his face had my breasts heaving. When I saw his tongue unconsciously stroke his lips, it made my clitoris throb. It had been almost two years since I had seen my husband even close to as hot for me as Dan was. Abruptly, my "no" changed to, "I love to dance. Which one of us do you want?"

Upon hearing that question, both men quickly checked out our exposed pussies again. Tony interrupted before Dan could reply. "Both. Let's switch after a couple of songs. How about you and I dancing the first couple of songs, Ann?" He extended a large black hand, which Ann took immediately. A minute or so later, I was out on the dance floor in Dan's arms.

As we moved slowly around the dance floor, Dan pulled me closer to his body. I put up no resistance. Once he had my body pressed tightly against his, his hands stroked up and down my back until I was emitting soft moans. It had been years since my husband had caressed and stroked me so aggressively. I moaned even louder when I felt Dan's hand reaching down to cup my ass. A moment later, his other hand moved downward to my buttocks. When both hands began kneading and stroking me, I couldn't keep from grinding my pussy against Dan's erection.

When the song ended, Dan didn't stop moving me around the floor nor did his hands stop working on my ass. As soon as another song began, one of his hands moved up my side until it came to rest on the side of my breast. He began squeezing it... gently at first, but when I didn't stop him, his hand became even more insistent and his squeezing firmer and more intense. Before I realized it, he had my nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger. He massaged it... pulled it... squeezed it. When I gasped, he twisted my nipple bringing groans from my mouth.

During the third song, Dan captured both of my tits in his hands and steadily worked on both nipples. By this time, I was grinding against him... my lower body thrusting and humping on his erection... essentially dry fucking him right there on the dance floor. Suddenly, one of Dan's hands abandoned my tit and moved to the back of my head where he used my hair to pull my head back. I opened my mouth to protest but no sound emerged when his mouth covered mine in an intense open-mouthed kiss. I struggled very briefly and then returned his kiss with one of my own shoving my tongue into his mouth in the process.

As soon as Dan's mouth moved away, his hands moved from my tits down to my hips. Exerting pressure, he turned my body around so that my back was now pressed against his chest, the bulge of his cock thrusting into my ass crack. Once his bulge was firmly seated between the cheeks of my ass, his hands returned to my tits. He groped them... pulled my nipples and gradually lowered the top of my dress. In moments, my dress was bunched around my waist. As his cock ground hard into my ass, my bra straps were lowered and then the bra joined my dress around my waist exposing my tits to every man in the club.

"Oh god!" I moaned. "Please stop. I'm married. I can't do this."

"I know you're married, Karla. That's what makes you so fucking hot. And you not only can do this... you're doing it. Now shove your dress down. Step out of it."

"I can't. I can't. Please. I'm not wearing any panties."

"I know you're not. Both of you were showing your cunts to every guy in the place. Time to show it again. Shove your dress down. Do it!"

It was almost as if I had no will of my own. It was like an out-of-body experience in which I was watching myself pushing my dress downward... over my hips... and then down my legs until it was lying in a heap on the floor. Except for my heels, I was naked. I saw men all around the club staring at my big tits and hard nipples and then at my hairy pussy. Dan fingers started to rub over and around my mound, at first slowly and lightly and then with ever increasing pressure until I was squirming and humping in his grasp. His fingers moved onto my clit bringing hot moans from my lips.

My passion-fogged brain just barely heard Tony's voice. "Time to switch," he said. Looking up, I saw that the black stud had Ann as naked as I was. The men switched, and a moment later, I heard Ann moan as Dan's fingers stroked her clitoris, which I knew was as hard and as erect as mine was. But Tony didn't give me any time to think about Ann. His rock-hard shaft rammed into my ass crease as his fingers entered my pussy.

I was helpless now. My body writhed and hunched against Tony's as he increased the speed and pressure of his fingers inside my pussy and on my tits. The men now had Ann and I facing each other. We both humped and thrust against the fingers inside our cunts. (I was shocked to realize I had thought of them as our cunts, not our pussies.) I watched her mouth open in a silent scream. She watched my eyes clench shut and stared at Tony's hand as it stroked my convulsing clitoris.

As the song drew to its conclusion, the men worked our clits and cunts faster and harder, their fingers sinking deep into our holes and pumping us with short-stroked fucking motions. Our breathing became heavy... fast... a delirious pant. I heard Ann emit a long, low groan. She heard my high-pitched squeal. Our bodies began to shiver and shake as waves of hot pleasure erupted inside our convulsing clits.

Like gentlemen, the men helped us back into our clothes. They had to. We were both too weak to do it without help. Once they had us both dressed, we were led from the club out to their car. Neither of us voiced a word of protest when Dan pulled into a Motel 8 and Tony went inside to get us a room. We both knew that the men were going to fuck us. Since it would be the first real fucking I had had in almost a year or maybe more, I couldn't wait for it to start.

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With me wearing only my dress and heels and Ann dressed in just her skirt, blouse, and heels, it didn't take Dan and Tony much time to get us both naked... except for our heels. I took one bed and Ann the other. The men couldn't take their eyes off of us as they removed their shoes and socks. When they stood up and began pulling off their shirts, we both got off the bed and began pulling down their pants and briefs.

When we pulled down their tight briefs, their cocks roared out and stood almost straight up. Both of us emitted something between a groan and a gasp as soon as saw their huge dicks.

"Oh gawd damn!" I gasped. "Look at this cock, Ann! Jesus! He's at least an inch longer than my husband and so fucking thick."

Dan's cock was longer, thicker, and more powerful than my husband's.

Oh god," I moaned again as I wrapped my hand around Dan's dick and began stroking him. He pulled my head and down and pushed it into my eager mouth.

"MMMPPPPPFFFFFF!"

"Suck you hot bitch," he ordered as he pushed my head even further down his thick shaft.

"OOOMMPPPFFF... GGGHHAAAAA! OOOMMMPPPFFF!" I gagged when the big head pushed against the opening to my throat. Desperately, I tried to pull back but Dan held my head in place and pushed in even more of his dick. I gurgled and grunted as it entered my throat.

"You think that's big, Karla. Take a look at this monster! Tony's even bigger than Dan. God! This thing's gonna tear us apart," she gasped as she held the huge sex gun at its base and stared wide-eyed.

Our eyes bugged out at the sight of Tony's cunt spike.

"Don't worry, Ann. You're both gonna love our dicks. We're gonna prong you both in places your hubbies have never been. Our mission is to explore new cunts. To go deep... where no man has gone before. Open your mouth hole, Ann. Big dick is going in!"

Ann and I sucked, gasping and gagging repeatedly. Saliva dripped from our chins as the men plunged their cocks into our throats making us gag but keeping them buried even as we did so. Finally, they both managed to work an inch or two of dick down our throats. Garbled grunts and unintelligible female squeals filled the motel room. When Tony finally pulled his shaft from Ann's mouth, it was covered with her saliva and his precum forming thick strands from her lips and tongue.

Ann was gasping for breath when Tony pulled his dick out.

"You gonna shoot a load down Ann's throat?" Dan asked Tony.

"No. Not my first load. That's going up her hot cunt hole. You want my big black cock your white, married pussy, Ann?" She nodded, but that wasn't enough for Tony. "Can't hear you, Girl. Speak up. What'cha want? Huh?"

"Your big black cock... in me... in my cunt. Please. Fuck me now," she moaned.

"How about you, Karla. I'm only 9 inches ... not as big as Tony. You want this in your hot pussy?"

"Ohhhh yess... please. Don't make me wait any longer. I haven't been fucked in over a month."

"Hubby not doing the job, huh?"

"No. He can't get it up. I don't turn him on. I'm too fat."

"Bull shit. Women look better with some meat on their bones. You're a luscious woman. Can't wait to sink it into your hot hole. How do you want it?"

"In me! I want it in me! Any position. Just stop talking and put it in! Fuck me!"

A moment after I had pleaded with Dan to fuck me, Dan and I heard Ann shrieking on the other bed. Tony was on her, his hands under her ass holding in position for his impossibly thick cock that was pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her legs were around his waist, her ankles locked together behind his back. Her pussy lips were stretched to the limit to accommodate his thick shaft that was jack hammering hard thrusts into the bottom of her pussy. Each time Tony filled her, his cock thudded into her womb causing Ann to wail and scream.

"UNGGHH! OOHHHH GOD! AAAAHHHH! OOOHHHH FUCKKK! NEVER... EVER... HAD A COCK LIKE THIS IN ME, LOVER.... AAAHHHH. FUCK MEEEEEE.... I'M CUMMINGGG.... DON'T STOP... PLEASE... DON'T STOP!"

"Jesus! I can't believe the size of that cock!" I gasped. "Does it hurt, Ann?"

"OOooohhh... god... NO! IT'S FANTASTIC! I'm cumming... I'M CUMMING AGAIN! AAAAHHH... UUNNGHH! OH! OH! OH! YES! YES! LIKE THAT! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"

"I want it like she's getting it, Dan. Please. Fuck me now!" Without a word, Dan pushed me onto my back, hooked his arms beneath my knees, and raised my legs until my heels were pointed straight at the ceiling. The hot stud's huge cock was dripping fluids when he moved between my raised legs and thumped my clit hard with his rock-hard 9-inch cock.

"AAAHHHHH GOD YES!" I hissed hotly, my ass hunching upwards in an effort to impale my hole on his dick. He whacked my clit again bringing a scream of pleasure from my lips that sounded like it had to be coming from my throbbing pussy. Then... he put it in me.

"GGHHAAAA!! IT'S GOING INNNNNNNNNN! BIG COCK... OOOHHH JESUS... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Both men were grunting as they drove their cocks deep into our holes. Ann and I were both moaning and screaming, erupting in one climax after another. We were so close together, I couldn't tell which man was grunting. The only thing I knew for certain was that I had never cum so many times, so quickly, and so hard in my life. It seemed like I was exploding every time that big cock slammed into me.

Ann began screaming even louder on the other bed when Tony began pounding his cock into her like a pile driver. With her feet jerking wildly in the air, her heels had gone flying. It looked to me like she was having continuous orgasms on that huge dick.

"UNG! UNG! AAAHH GOD! FUCK IT... FUCK IT! FUCK IT!! OOHHH... OOOHHH.. DON'T STOP... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!"

I was also gasping as my vagina throbbed around Dan's plunging shaft. "OOOouuuu... OOOohhhh... UNGGHH! OH Fuck! Pound that big dick into meeeeeee."

"Cum, you hot Bitch. CUM ON MY DICK!" he growled in my ear while his hips pumped between my raised thighs.

The sensuous, squishing sounds his big shaft made as it probed my wet hole were making my clit throb.

"Oh baby... you're making me cum... you're making me cum.... again... aaaahhh... oohhhh soooo good. AH! AH! AH! AH!"

"Oh-huh! OH-HUH! UUNN-FUCK! UUNN-FUCK! DON'T STOP, DAN... RAM MEEEEEEEEEE! AAAEEEEIIIEEEE.... I'M CUMMING!!"

Dan's cock was driving me out of my mind. Every time he moved, it scraped sensuously over my clit and G-spot. Every time he entered me, my body quivered in response. He could make me cum anytime he wanted just by ramming it into me deep and hard. Every time he did that, my legs shot straight out as my pussy convulsed around his dick.

"Gonna shoot my load into your hot hole, Karla. Get ready."

"I'M READY! Fuck it! Cum in me! Shoot it innnnnnnnnnnnn!!"

"SHOOTING IT INNNNNNNNNNNN! TAKE IT SLUT!"

I not only took Dan's load, I had another orgasm when his dick began shooting inside me. As his load filled me, I collapsed to the bed, my legs falling out to the side. He continued to thrust into me for almost a minute finishing his orgasm as his dick jerked and throbbed again and again. With each spurt he shot into my pussy, his thrusting slowed as did the intensity of his ejaculations. Finally, he lay still between my thighs with his gasps matching mine.

It had been an absolutely mind-blowing coupling. Not only did Dan have the largest cock that I had ever had in my life, he knew exactly how to use it. I had loved every second of it and was sorry that it was over.

After a couple of minutes, I whispered to my lover, "That was fantastic, Dan. I've never been fucked like that in my life, but you need to get off of me, Honey, so I can get cleaned up and dressed."

He lifted his powerful body on his arms and stared at me, obviously confused. "Why do you want to get dressed if you liked it so much, Karla?"

"Well, we're finished aren't we? I mean, you've put a huge load into my pussy, and Tony has filled Ann pussy just as full. Aren't we done?"

"Not unless you don't want to do it again. Don't you want to do it again?"

Now I was confused. "Again? You mean right now?"

"Yeah. When else? Certainly I'd love to see you again, but why wait that long before doing it again?"

"You mean both of you can get it up again after shooting off huge loads?"

"You've been spending too much time with your husband, Karla. Tony and I have just gotten started. Come on, Honey. Suck my dick. It won't take more than a few minutes to get me hard again, and then you can ride it. Do you like to ride big hard dicks, Karla?"

"Oh god yes! It's been so long since I've gotten to do that. My husband doesn't get hard enough to allow me to ride him. Roll over onto your back, Stud, so I can suck you."

At first, I had no problems deep throating Dan's big cock since he was only partially hard. But the longer I sucked him, the bigger and harder he got until I was having trouble taking all of his length. Several times I gagged. Looking up at Dan, I said, "I'm sorry. You're just so much bigger than any other man I've sucked. I'm having trouble taking all of it."

"You're doing great, Karla. In fact, better than most of the girls and women who have sucked me. Just take your time and gradually work it into your throat."

Once again, I bent over Dan's now rock-hard cock. Just before I took him back into my mouth, I glanced over at the other bed where Ann was sucking on Tony's even larger dick. She was taking more of his cock that I had yet managed with Dan, but then I realized she had been cheating on Fred for some time and had had a lot of practice.

Ann was taking almost all of Tony's monster dick down her throat.

Dan's compliments relaxed me, and I quickly began to make real progress. More and more of his cock was disappearing into my mouth and throat each time my lips slid down his length. His hot groans of pleasure told me that I was doing a great job of sucking his big rod.

When his balls began to bang into my chin every time he thrust his dick down my throat, he moaned with masculine pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes! Suck it, Karla. Suck it, you hot deep-throating Slut!"

I was doing my best to suck the load out Dan's balls, but before I could make him shoot off, he pulled his tool out of my mouth and told me to mount and fuck myself on his cock.

"Oh god yes! Mount and fuck! Mount and fuck my cunt on your big cock! You have no idea how much just saying that turns me on." As I swung my leg over his thighs to mount his rigid sex spike, I saw that Ann was already mounted on Tony's dick. Her ass was facing me, and I just couldn't believe how much his cock was stretching her pussy.

The thick black shaft sinking into Ann cunt had her howling with pleasure.

I mounted Dan's cock in reverse cowgirl position, and once I had put him into my pussy, he pulled my hips downward at the same time as he thrust upward driving all 9 inches into me on the first thrust.

"UUUNNNGGGGG.... AAAHHHHHHHH... YESSSSSSSS! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed as my ass began to pound up and down Dan's marvelous cock. Now both Ann and I were screaming and wailing as the men fucked us hard bringing us closer and closer to a climax.

Dan got me off three times and I know Tony had made Ann cum at least that many before the two men told us they were going to fill us full.

"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" I howled as I erupted in another orgasm. Ann was babbling incoherently as Tony power fucked her through another climax. Every time his monster dick entered, her lips were stretched obscenely wide and forced into her hole. When he withdrew, her vaginal lips clung to his shaft like glue. They were pulled out along with his dick bringing wild howls of ecstasy from the impaled woman.

Ann was climaxing almost continuously as the thick male piston pumped in and out of her cunt.

Dan didn't give me any more time to watch. His dick was entering my cunt, and now it was me howling with pleasure. As the thick shaft stretched me open and disappeared inside my hole, I groaned in hot pleasure. Dan's cock was so much larger than my husband's, it was just sinful. And the way I was screaming as it sank into me made it even more so.

The thick shaft fucked me to several intense orgasms.

The two men fucked us for almost 20 minutes, which was about 17 minutes more than my husband had managed in the last year. We were both groaning in repeated orgasms when their loads filled our pussies.

Dan came first, his load pouring into me in a series of hard, thick spurts that quickly filled my hole and then squirted out of my tightly plugged pussy to slide down over my ass and onto his balls.

On the other bed, Ann was thrashing wildly... screaming... ramming her pussy down on Tony's erupting tool. I could see his buttocks contracting as he shot stream after stream of sperm-filled semen into Ann. I hoped she had taken her birth control pill that morning. If she had forgotten, there was no way, she wasn't gonna get pregnant from the monster cum load Tony was shooting into her. Slowly, the load worked its way out of Ann's vagina coating her labia and his cock.

Tony's load coated his cock and Ann's pussy.

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This time, we all took a rest, and once again, I thought the party was over, but Tony just grinned at me and said, "Hell no! The party ain't over until Tony gets his big cock into your hot cunt, Karla."

"You can get it up again?"

"No problem, Babe. Maybe two or three more times. All it needs a good look at your hot pussy and some action from your mouth. How about it, Honey. Wanna suck my big cock?"

"I'd love to, but first I have to call my husband. It's already 11 PM. He's going to be expecting me home."

"So? What are you gonna tell him, Karla?" Dan asked. "Gonna tell him you'll be delayed until you can get another big cock up your hot pussy?"

I laughed. "No. Don't think so. I'll just tell him that Ann and I are having so much fun that it will be another couple of hours before I get home. I'll tell him not to wait up. Now listen, my husband may have some erection problems, but he's not stupid. All of you have to be quiet and not say or do anything that will give me away. Ok?"

"We won't rat you out, Honey. That would end the party and none of us wants the party to be over. So call hubby and reassure him. We promise to be quiet as church mice."

I placed the call to Howard and told him Ann and I were at the Marriott Lounge gossiping, having drinks, and dancing some. "Is it Ok with you, Honey, if I stay a little longer... maybe until 1 AM or so. We're having such a good time, and it's been awhile since I've seen her."

"Sure. Go ahead and enjoy yourself, but behave."

"You know I will, Darling. What did you do tonight?" As Howard began telling about his evening, what shows he had watched on TV and all about some interesting stories he had read in the evening newspaper, Tony came up behind me, cupped both of my naked tits, and began kissing me on the neck... quietly but very firmly.

I was so shocked and surprised, I almost yelled at Tony to stop, but at the last possible moment, I bit my lip and remained silent. Howard continued telling about some funny jokes he had heard on TV and was just starting to relate the details of some inane bill Congress had just passed when Tony's hand moved between my legs and began rubbing my pussy while his huge dick was thrusting against my ass. I felt my clit beginning to throb and had to struggle not to moan into the phone. Tony was keeping his word about being quiet. It was me who was having trouble doing so.

He wedged a knee between my thighs and began pushing them apart. At first, I resisted, but Tony was far too powerful, and I was far too hot to keep up my resistance. His dick was now fully hard... 10 inches of thick, black man meat... and it was moving between my thighs, over my pussy lips, and rubbing against my clit.

"Am I boring you, Karla? You not saying anything," Howard asked as one of Tony's arms circled my waist while his other hand pushed my head downward forcing me to bend over at the waist.

"No.. no. I was just listening, Darling. Go on. Please. Don't stop, Darling."

"I won't," Tony whispered in my ear. Hearing that made me spread my feet further apart to give him access to my cunt. He pushed his big dick against my opening and as wet as I was, he had no difficulty sliding into my pussy.

"OOhhhhh!," I moaned and then quickly added, "that's amazing that they can pass such laws."

"Yeah. It's enough to make anyone groan."

Tony was holding me around my waist with both hands as his cock fucked me steadily with hard, deep thrusts. My entire body was shaking every time his huge organ entered me. Not only was his dick sending electric shocks through my clit and pussy, the thought that I was talking to my husband over the phone while Tony was fucking me was adding to my excitement. In no more than a minute, my clit throbbed and contracted in a hard climax. Howard began telling me about some things that had happened at his office earlier that day while his wife continued to shudder on a big black cock.

Howard continued to talk, and I continued to make appropriate comments while I was surging toward a second orgasm. Tony laid me down on the bed and rolled me over onto my back. When he got on the bed, I spread my legs for him and steepled my knees to put my cunt into the best position to take his cock.

"So what's happening at the lounge right now?" Howard asked. "What are you doing? Having any fun?"

Tony moved closer and using his cock like club, began to whack my clit. Each time he did it, my clit jerked and throbbed forcing my ass up off the bed.

"Ann and I are sitting at our table, chatting. And ... well... we're being sort of naughty. I hope you don't mind."

"What are doing. Tell me!" my husband pleaded, excitement obvious in his voice.

"Promise you won't get mad and make me come home immediately?"

"Yes... yes. I promise. Tell me. Please."

At this point, Tony grinned and motioned with his hands for me to pull my legs back so my pussy would be totally exposed. Licking my lips, I pulled my knees back until they touched my tits. I could feel my cum-filled vagina gaping open right in front of Tony.

"Well... all right, Darling, but remember, you promised. There are two businessmen sitting at the table across from us. They been staring at our legs for the last half hour. My slutty friend, Ann, has already suggested that we uncross our legs and give them a better show."

"Are you going to do it?" Howard asked in an excited whisper. I wondered if he was hard.

"I've been telling Ann 'no'. I don't think you'd want me to do that."

"What harm would it do? So the guys see some leg and maybe if they're lucky, your panties. Don't you want to tease them?"

Tony now mounted me and pushed his monster dick into my waiting hole. He wasted no time. In a moment, he was fucking me with hard, deep, steady strokes.

"Ooohhhhh god... OOOoohhh my god!" I moaned. Catching myself, I quickly added, "That's such a hot thought. It would be so exciting, but they would see more than just my legs, Honey. I know you don't want me to do it."

Howard's voice broke when he asked, "What... what would... would they see? What?"

"Earlier in the evening, I had had too much to drink. When I went to the ladies room to relieve myself, there was a long line and before it was my turn, I had peed my panties. They were soaked, so I finished urinating, washed myself, and just threw the soaked panties into the trash can. I don't have on any panties. If I spread my legs like Ann wants us to do, they'll see my pussy, Honey. ... My naked pussy. "AAAAhhhhhhh god... ohh my god... isn't that a hot thought, Darling?"

"Yes! Yes! YES! Do you want to do it?"

"Yes."

"Then do it. Spread your legs for them!"

"Ann still has her panties on. I don't think that's fair, do you?"

"No. It's not! Tell her you won't do it unless she goes to the ladies room and takes off her panties."

As Tony's cock pounded into me, his balls now thumping against my ass on each stroke, I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles over his butt. "OOohhhh yesss.... that's so hot. I just told her that she had to take off her panties. Aaaahhhhh! This is making my pussy throb, Howard. Are you hard?"

"Yes. It's the hardest I've been in months."

"We're going to do it now."

"Isn't Ann going to take off her panties in the ladies room?"

"She couldn't wait. She put her legs beneath the table and took her panties off right here."

"Oh shit! That's so damn hot! Did the two men know what she was doing?"

"Maybe. Don't know. But you have to decide now, Honey. Do we open our legs and let those two men see everything? Yes or No?"

Tony was now fucking me harder... obviously intending to unload inside me.

"Yes!"

"We're spreading our legs now, Darling. They're looking! OOOohhhhh god... AAahhhhh fuck... uuummmmmmm... ooohhhhh god... they're looking at my cunt... at Ann's cunt... I'm so hot. I feel like I may cum.

Tony fucked me hard and deep as I moaned into the phone.

"OOohh god, Howard. I'm cumming... I'm spreading wide. They can see my cunt... UUNNgggghhhh! AAAAhhhhh fuck!"

"I'm jacking off thinking about what you're doing, Karla. I'm gonna shoot off too. AAAhhhhhh shit... I'm cumming too.!"

"I gotta hang up, Honey. I'll see you around 1 AM."

"Why do you have to hang up?"

"Those two men are coming over. I'm sure they're going to ask us to dance."

"Do you think they'll feel you up on the dance floor?"

"It's a public dance floor, Honey. I doubt it. I'll tell you about it when I get home. Bye."

Tony fucked two more times that night. The second time, he had me riding his huge cock. After he had emptied his balls, I sucked his dick until he got hard. Then, he put me on my knees and slammed his meat into me in doggy position. We both came like that ten minutes later.

"Oh fuck that big dick into me, Tony. Give it to me... HARD... AAAHHHHH.... OH MY GAWD! WHAT A COCK!"

After shooting his third load into me, Tony was finished. Not surprising, since he had also emptied his balls inside Ann's pussy and ass three times. Even at his young age, six times in less than four hours was all that he, or just about any man, could manage. Dan was also done. Even though Ann tried hard to suck him hard again, five times was all he could manage. With neither man able to muster another erection, we called it a night.

Before leaving the motel, however, I took a shower and cleaned my pussy using the shower nozzle. The pressure on my clit when I did was intense and before I knew it, my hips were hunching in hot fuck motions. Ann came in just as I was having an orgasm.

She began to laugh and couldn't stop. Finally, she gasped, "Jesus! What an insatiable slut! Two hot, young studs fuck you five or six times for hours and here you are getting yourself off with the shower nozzle."

I was still flushing beet red with embarrassment as I tried to explain. "I was just cleaning my pussy so Howard wouldn't know what we've been doing. But that damn nozzle was so intense, I started cumming."

"Right. You just accidentally masturbated your hot cunt. Come on, Karla. Time to go."

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It was 10 minutes past 1 AM when I drove my car into our garage. It was late, but no later than I had suggested to Howard over the phone. And he had given me permission to stay later. Besides, at this hour, I knew my husband would be sound asleep.

I was more than shocked when I walked into our den and found Howard not only awake but also naked, watching a pay-per-view porn channel on TV, and jacking off while he watched.

When he looked up and saw me, I expected a reaction of acute embarrassment. I was dead wrong again. He stroked his hard cock even faster and said, "Thank god! You're home. I've been going crazy trying to keep from shooting a monster cum load all over our carpet waiting for you. Get your clothes off, Karla. I can't wait to fuck you."

Even though I had already been screwed five times in the last few hours, the sight of my husband's raging erection had my pussy wet and my clit erect. Dan and Tony were just two hard cocks.... but this hard cock was attached to the man I loved. I practically tore my dress in my hurry to get it off. While I was unhooking my bra, Howard's eyes were drilling holes in my naked pussy. My vagina contracted in response.

"Oh fuck. You're not wearing panties. Just a wet, naked cunt under your dress!"

"I told you what happened to my panties, Darling."

"I know... I know. But those guys saw your hot, naked cunt. And you spread your legs so they could see it... you did didn't you?"

"Um-huh... I spread them wide, Honey. Really wide so they could see everything... my hairy pussy... my slit... my fuck hole."

"AAahhhh god!" Howard's hand jacked his cock even harder.

"Don't cum on your hand, Honey. Take me bed and cum in your wife's cunt."

"OOOHHH! Cum in your cunt hole! Not in your pussy... but in your hot, wet cunt hole! OOohhh fuck yes!"

We practically ran to our bedroom. I got there first, threw back the bed covers and spread out on my back with my knees pulled back against my tits... just like I had been when Tony fucked me while I talked to Howard on the phone. That was awesomely hot... this was even hotter.

I arched my ass upward to give my husband the most erotic view I could."

My husband stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the bedroom. He couldn't tear his eyes away from my slutty posture and my obscenely exposed cunt. "Oh my god! You so hot... so wild. I've got to fuck you!"

"Why do you think I have my knees pulled back against my tits with my pussy in fucking position, Lover? Get on me. Stick that hard, luscious cock up my fuck hole. HURRY! I WANT IT IN ME! NOW!"

As Howard moved between my raised legs on his knees, he groaned. "Did those men dance with you and Ann?"

"Yes... for an hour."

"Oohh my god. And they knew your cunts were naked."

"Yessss... naked and wet."

"Aaaaahhhh!" Howard pressed his hips into my waiting sex saddle and drove his raging hard-on into me.

"UUGGHHH! BANG MEEEEEEEEEEE!" I wailed as his dick sank into my depths.

Again, my husband surprised me. I had expected him to ram into me like a raging bull and shoot off within a minute. Neither of those things happened. Instead, he rammed his dick into me hard and deep. It thudded into the bottom of my pussy with masculine authority bringing howls of delight from my lips. But then, instead of jack hammering me, he slowly withdrew until only the first two inches were inside me. Then, he rammed me again driving my ass deep into the mattress and making my clitoris erupt in repeated spasms.

"OOohhhh uuunnnnn... ggghhhaaa... ooohhhh fuckk... you're making me cummmmmm, Darling. More... Baby... MORE!"

Between strokes, he asked, "Did those guys feel your ass?"

"AAhhhh... yes... you know they did.... they rubbed it and squeezed it while we danced. UUNNGGHH... pump meeeeeeeee!" Holding onto my ass, he jammed his dick all the way into me and held it there ... grinding his pubic bone against my clit and making me screech with hot passion.

Howard screwed me slowly but powerfully... erotically... sensuously. He made me cum... hard.

"They feel your big tits?"

"OOohhhhh... fuck meeeeeeee!"

"Did they feel your tits... answer me, you delicious slut."

"Yes... yes... both tits... they felt them... squeezed my nipples... made my ass hunch."

Howard's thrusts speeded up driving into me even harder. The hot, erotic sounds of flesh smacking on flesh filled the bedroom. "Did they finger fuck you?"

They kept trying... ram me harder, Howard. I'm about to cum. Fuck that hard dick into your hot wife. Make the slut cum!"

My husband continued his steady stroking of my throbbing pussy... keeping me on edge... so close... but not fucking me hard enough to make me cum again. "Did they succeed or not? Tell me!"

"Yessss... yessss... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"How many fingers?"

"AAAaahhhhh god... please... harder... I'm sooo close."

"How many?"

"Two... then three."

"Where?"

"On the dance floor... then at the table... while the other man was doing it to Ann."

That was all it took. Howard screamed as his cock exploded in a series of hard contractions that sent gush after gush of thick semen firing into my hole. His ass was a blur of motion.

We were both cumming at the same time.

It took more than a minute before Howard had emptied his balls into me. Even then, his cock stayed hard enough for him to continue fucking me. I locked my legs around him and rammed my pussy upward to take each of his strokes as deeply as possible.

"Did they fuck you?" he gasped. I felt his cock harden as he asked the question.

"Oh gawd damn, your cock is still hard! I love it!"

"Did they fuck you?"

"No. They wanted to. They pleaded with us to go up to their hotel room with them, but we told them we were married and couldn't do that." Almost instantly, I felt Howard's cock losing a little of its rigidity, but even so, he remained hard enough to screw me.

"Would you have wanted them to fuck me? To put their big cocks into my cunt and fuck me?" Howard's dick again surged to full erection.

"No... no, of course not," he answered, but his cock was saying something else. "Did you just leave them hard and unsatisfied?"

"I knew we should, but that seemed so bitchy... so mean... that neither Ann nor I could bring ourselves to do it." Howard began fucking me like an out-of-control machine... his hips drove his cock into my cervix hard... ramming my ass deep into the mattress.

"OOhh god... what did you do? Tell me! I'm about to cum again... TELL ME!"

"We all went out to the parking lot where we gave them a blowjob. Mason got my tits out so he could play with them while I sucked his cock. I sat on the side of the front seat while he stood in front me. He shot a huge load down my throat in less than a few minutes.

I sucked his cock, Honey. He blew in a big cum load.

"UUNNGGHHH! OOOOHHH FUCK... I'M CUMMING... I'M SHOOTING IN YOUR CUNT, KARLA. TAKE IT ... TAKE MY LOAD."

"I'M TAKING IT, DARLING. CAN YOU FEEL MY CUNT THROBBING AROUND YOUR COCK... I'M CUMMING TOO!!"

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The Spa and the Lawsuit:

Although Howard had done a superb job getting me off when I had returned home from my first girls' night out with Ann, I knew it wouldn't last unless I managed a complete, radical makeover job on my body and face. It was obvious that I needed to lose 45 pounds or maybe even 50, and in addition, I needed to do something about all the loose skin and the fact that even at 28, my breasts weren't as firm as they should be. I knew I would also like to have them be a little bigger. After all, men like big tits, and I knew my husband wasn't any different.

Howard's response to my made-up story about teasing two men at the Marriott lounge made it clear that he was enormously turned on by the thought of my teasing and playing with other men, at least to some extent that obviously included blowjobs. I knew that as soon as I had completed my body make over, that was something I had to explore.

My biggest problem was money. While I could lose weight with relatively minor expense, fixing my loose skin, my face, and my tits was going to require some plastic surgery, and that didn't come cheaply. It also wasn't covered by any insurance policy. Some investigation on the internet suggested that the total price tag could easily be $15,000 to $20,000, and I had no idea where in hell I could get such a sum.

If I already had my drop-dead gorgeous body, I could work as an escort for two or three months and make that much money without any problem, but there was the catch 22: to get my drop-dead gorgeous body, I needed money. To get money, I needed my gorgeous body. It was another example of which comes first, the chicken or the egg.

Knowing that there was no way I was going to solve all the problems at once, I started with two steps... enrolling in exercise/aerobics class and going on a rigid diet under a doctor's supervision. My target was an average of 6 to 7 pounds of weight loss per month. If I could manage that, I would be at my target weight in about seven months.

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After three months of daily workouts at the spa and sticking faithfully to my diet, I was pleased to see that I was on track. I had lost 19 pounds, and as an added bonus Howard had lost 6 or 7 pounds and looked great. He was already at this wedding-day weight and was determined to get into even better shape.

My weight and Howard's had given my husband renewed interest in getting me into bed. Whereas before I started, he was trying once every two weeks or so and usually succeeding less than half the time, things had improved to twice a week, and getting him hard was never more than a minor problem. On those occasions when he would look at the flab that still clung to my body and have trouble getting hard, all I had to do was tell him that Mason had called and wanted to meet me for sex at the Best Western motel. That always got him iron-hard almost immediately.

Although, my husband was now doing far better in the sex department than he had been doing three months previously, it still wasn't enough to take care of my needs. Howard was currently more than satisfied to bang me twice a week, but I wanted, and needed, more than twice that much sex. Five or six times a week would have been ideal.

My husband's low libido didn't really create any serious problems for me, as it had three months previously. After that erotic night out with Ann, I now knew how to take of any sexual needs that my husband wasn't handling. All I had to do was put on a short skirt and heels without any panties and visit a sports bar, hotel lounge, or club while Howard was at work and just wait until a horny man saw me.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and I was doing exactly that in one of the clubs where the cocktail waitresses doubled as exotic pole dancers. Howard hadn't fucked me in three days, and my wet pussy needed attention. As soon as I came in and took a seat toward the back of the club, the men began checking me out. I sipped my drink and helped them out by crossing my legs. That got some additional male attention that increased still further when I allowed my dress to slide halfway up my thighs.

Within ten minutes, a virile-looking Latino guy began openly checking me out. He smiled, and I uncrossed my legs for him. His interest quickly changed to an expression of lust when my knees drifted apart. He licked his lips and squeezed his growing bulge. When I opened my legs even wider, he leaned forward to get a better view. A few minutes later, he was walking toward my table, his pants now noticeably tented with his erection.

"That looks good," he said nodding toward my exposed legs. "May I join you?"

"That looks good too," I responded nodding toward his sizable package. "And yes, you may join me. I'm Karla."

"Miguel. Hi, Karla. I see you're wearing wedding rings."

"Does that eliminate me?"

"No. It makes you ever hotter and more desirable."

"A lot of men have told me that. That's why I don't take my rings off before coming in here."

"You really look hot, Honey. I gotta ask. Are you a pro?"

I suppose I should have been insulted by having a man ask me if I was a whore, but the fact was that it excited me that this sexy guy thought I looked good enough to be a pro. I still hadn't gotten down to my target weight, but it had been almost four months, and I was now 25 pounds lighter than I had been at the start. In addition, all the exercises had toned and tightened my muscles. I thought I was beginning to look pretty good, and obviously, Miguel agreed.

"No, I'm not a pro, Honey. Just a bored housewife."

"I love bored housewives... particularly bored housewives who would like to be bored." My pussy throbbed. "You look really hot in that red dress and heels. You got great legs, Karla. What are wearing under that dress?"

"Just me, Honey. Just me."

"No panties or thong?"

"Nope."

"Show me."

Opening my mouth, I let my tongue slid sensuously over my lips. My hand dropped to my dress and I tugged it further up my thighs exposing over half of them. "I'm not shaved, Miguel."

"I like a woman to some hair on her cunt. Makes them look like women instead of little girls. Show it to me."

I spread my legs wide open and kept them open. "Like it? It's very wet and hot right now."

Miguel's cock quickly reached full erection as he stared at my exposed cunt.

Reaching out, Miguel probed my slit with two fingers. Automatically, my ass arched upward. When they fingers reached my opening, they sank into my vagina causing my ass to hunch against his hand. He continued to finger fuck me until he had me gasping and humping right in front of several men who were watching Miguel work my pussy.

Slowly, my ass slid to the edge of my seat and pushed against his hand. A moan escaped my lips when I felt him withdraw his fingers from my hole and move them upward to my engorged and very hard clitoris. He rubbed it... then trapped it between his two fingers and jacked it like it were a small cock.

"Ohhhhh gawd damn," I hissed with pleasure.

"You like that, don't' you?" His fingers punctuated his question by circling my throbbing clit and stroking up and down the side and then over its sensitive tip.

"OOOohhhhhh uummmmmmmmm," I answered.

"I'm going to suck your pussy and then fuck you," he whispered.

"UUUnnnnnnmmmm... aaaahhhhhhh!!"

"Can you take an eight-inch cock?"

"OOHH! OOHH! AAaaaahhhhh... more... please... do me harder... on my clit... right on my clit."

Miguel abruptly pulled his fingers away leaving me right on the naked edge of an intense climax. "Don't stop. Damn you. Finish me!"

"As soon as we get to my place, I'll finish you... I'll finish you 10 times or more before you leave, Baby. Let's go."

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"OOhhhhh gawd damn! Don't stop... aaaahhhhh... Don't stop, you hot Bastard. Lick meeeeeeeeee!!"

Miguel had my clit in his mouth sucking on it... The pressure had caused blood to rush into my swollen shaft making swell and stretch until it felt like it might burst open. His tongue swiped up and down the sensitive shaft and up over the tip causing my pussy to contract in hard spasms.

"OOHHHHH Fucking shit... I'm cumming again... aaaahhhh suck meeeeeee, you hot Bastard... GGGhhhaaaa.... suck it... finish meeeeeee, damn you... FINISH MEEEEE!"

While Miguel's mouth and tongue were driving me crazy with orgasm after orgasm, his fingers were plunging in and out of my cunt... finger fucking me and working over my G-spot. My vagina was contracting in hard spasms matching the luscious, mind-blowing convulsions of my clitoris. Even my ass hole was opening and closing as he forced one hard climax after another to rip through my body.

After 30 minutes of intense, non-stop oral sex, he had me shuddering and wailing... begging him for his cock. Each time I screamed at him to fuck me, he doubled the action of his tongue on my clit and his fingers on my G-spot making me erupt in another orgasm. Finally, I lost bladder control and peed all over his face.

"OOHhhh Please... please, Miguel. Your cock... I need cock... Please... put your cock into meeeeee.... FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!"

Finally, he mounted me, rammed his cock up my eager cunt, and began fucking me with hard deep strokes. I exploded as soon as his cock filled my pussy. He pulled out and rammed me two more times, sending me into still another shuddering orgasm. When he began pounding it to me, I seemed to be cumming continuously.

I came on Miguel's cock again and again.

"Hot fuck bitch," he growled as he rammed me.

"UUNNGGHH! Yes! Yes! Oh god yes! I'm a hot fuck bitch... fuck me... fuck your bitch, Miguel... aaaaahhhh shit... cumming... can't stop cumming.... You're killing me with that cock... GGGHHHAAAAA!" I howled as my mouth flew open and my tongue shot out curling upward in the air.

Miguel moved his body up over mine so he could ram his cock straight down into my throbbing hole.

"GGHHHAA! UUNNGHHH! OH YEAH... CUNT FUCK ME, MIGUEL... FUCK IT INTO MEEEEEEEEE!"

For another half hour, Miguel slammed his meat in and out of my hole. Even though he had already shot one load down my throat earlier, his cock was still iron-hard and rammed into my cervix on every stroke bringing screams and gasps from my lips.

"I'm gonna cum in your hot cunt hole, Karla."

"Oh god... no! I'm not on the pill... I'm not protected."

I felt Miguel's cock jerk like crazy inside me when he heard that he was about to breed me. Wedding rings and the thought of cumming inside a woman's unprotected pussy were two enormous turn-ons for every man. Ann had clued me in about that. "Always tell a guy you're not on the pill and that he's going to knock you up when he shoots his load into your pussy. You'll get the fucking of your life... every time." She was right. Miguel was going wild pounding his dick into me harder and harder.

Suddenly, my legs shot straight up and out. My toes curled back as my vagina and clitoris just convulsed in a series of hard, intense contractions. Miguel grunted like a bull and began emptying his balls into my throbbing hole.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! GONNA SHOOT IT, SLUT. CUMMING... OOOHHHH FUCKKK...SHOOTING INTO YOUR UNPROTECTED CUNT HOLE... NOW...TAKE IT, SLUT! BREEDING YOU!!"

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Halfway through my fifth month on my exercise/diet program my total weight loss was 38 pounds, and I was within 10 pounds or so of my target. My aerobics and exercise program had toned my muscles so that in place of flab, I now had more attractive muscular tone. As an added bonus, my endurance and sexual stamina had increased right along with my ever-increasing sexual libido. People who had never noticed me before, were now taking second and third looks. Among the people taking notice were all the lawyers in the firm that employed me... in particular, my boss, Clay Morrison.

During coffee break on Thursday, Carol Lennard, who was Al Dawson's secretary, approached me in the break room. "Hi, Karla. Mind if I join you?"

"Sure. Have a seat, Carol. Got anything planned for the coming weekend?" I asked, more to make conversation than anything else.

"Yeah. I hope so. Al has a deposition hearing in St. Louis with a client tomorrow. We're leaving this evening... coming back on Sunday.

"Mr. Dawson is taking you along? For two days and three nights?"

Carol lowered her voice and whispered, "Yeah... isn't that hot? Two days and three nights with Mr. Big Dick. I've been hot all week just thinking about it."

"But a deposition only takes a few hours. What are you telling your husband? Isn't Jack suspicious?"

"Not at all. He thinks it's just part of my job as Al's legal secretary. I've told him that Dawson has depositions on both Friday and Saturday with the last one being at 5 PM, Saturday afternoon. So... we can't get back until Sunday. What excuses do you use when Morrison takes you on trips?"

"He doesn't. He's never asked me to go with him when he has out-of-town business."

"You're kidding, right? It's Ok. I just told you about my weekend. I know you won't blab to Jack. And I'm not going to say a word to Howard."

"I know that, but it's true. Morrison has never taken me on a business trip. Why would he? I was so fat, why would he be interested?"

Carol looked me over for moment, leaned closer, and whispered, "That might have been true six months ago, Honey, but you look great now! Frankly, I'm surprised that Morrison isn't already bending you over his desk every day."

I felt my cheeks flush red and at the same time, I also felt my vagina pulse. "He hasn't hit on me yet," I finally managed to say.

"That's gonna change, Karla. Take my word for it. I've already seen Morrison checking out your ass and legs. Are you going to spread for him when he makes his move?"

I was now acutely aware of my seeping vagina. "I don't know," I replied.

"Ha! When a woman says she 'doesn't know', that means 'yes'. I just told you about my upcoming weekend with Al. I want to hear all the hot details the first time Morrison gets into your panties, Karla. After all, fair is fair," she said with a conspiratorial grin.

Everytime I saw my boss for the rest of the week, I wondered how big his cock was, if he had a talented tongue, and how many times he could get it up. But most of all, I wondered just how long it would be before I was bent over his desk taking dick-tation.

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At the start of the sixth month, I had lost 44 pounds and had arrived at my target weight. I now needed some plastic surgery on my face, my breasts, and my tummy to tighten the loose skin produced by my weight loss, to enhance my cheekbones and augment my lips, and to firm and increase my breast size. But I still had no clue where I was going to get the money to pay for all that.

I now looked sexy enough to be able to work as an escort, but while that was a hot thought, I was virtually certain Howard could never handle something like that. If he ever found out I was a whore, I was certain that our marriage would be toast. And I didn't want that to happen. He was a great husband that I really wanted to keep, particularly since he was now giving me a solid, hard fucking three times a week.

Fortunately, my financial problems were solved by several things that happened at work. The most important of which was the out-of-court settlement reached in the firm's class suit against a major insurance carrier. That suit was the result of a dinner party Howard and I had hosted for some of his colleagues at work 18 months previously.

About halfway through the party that evening, I had joined my husband who was chatting with Martin and Lana Davidson. After some ten minutes of discussion about sports, I had just about decided to excuse myself as sports don't interest me. But before I could come up with a gracious excuse, Howard asked Martin if he had gotten his house repaired after the huge hail storm they had had.

"Oh god! Don't get me started on that. It's was a fucking nightmare!" He had looked over at me and apologized for his language. "Sorry. I just get so angry whenever I think about it," he had said.

At this point, I spoke for the first time. "It's Ok. I've heard all the words before. What happened? Weren't you insured?"

"Well... yes and no. I did carry full coverage on everything that suffered damage. My insurance company agreed and told me to contact whatever firms I wanted to repair the house, get estimates, and have the work done. I hired one firm to replace the roof. That company didn't do siding, so I had to hire a different firm to replace the siding. Neither of those companies replaced windows and screens, so I had to find a third company to do that. The damage to the shrubbery and trees required a fourth firm."

"I can certainly see that all that was a lot of work for you, but why was it a nightmare?" I asked.

"Well, the firm I hired to fix roof drove a huge, fully-loaded truck up my driveway to deliver the roofing materials. The weight was too much, and the entire driveway collapsed... I mean it was absolutely crushed and totally unusable. The roofing company claimed my driveway was faulty, and my insurance carrier and the roofing company fought for two months before reaching a settlement. Then, I had to find a concrete company to repair my driveway."

"Was that the end of it?"

"Hell no! The real problems had even started. The company that did the roofing did a totally inferior job. Within two months, shingles were being blown off by 20 mile an hour winds. The guys that had done the work had gone out of business and my insurance carrier refused to pay for the roof a second time. Their claim was that I hired the guys to fix the roof, and they were not responsible for my poor choice. In the end, I had to hire another firm and pay the cost myself."

At this point, my husband had said, "You know all that's terrible... really terrible. But you should have hired a general contractor to do all those jobs. Those guys know which firms do good work and which ones don't. And, if anything goes wrong, they bear the financial liability, not you."

"That's right!" Martin had shouted. "I wanted to hire a general contractor at the very start, but my insurance carrier refused to pay for it. They made me do all the sub-contracting and then when I made a bad decision, they made me foot the bill. In addition, I had no driveway for over two months. A general contractor would have had the driveway fixed by the time the roof was done."

The next day, I had gone to the law library and done some preliminary research on the law. Then, I had visited the State's Insurance Corporation and checked Martin's insurance company's annual reports to determine how many claims like Martin's the company handled each year. After that, I researched the cost of hiring general contractors for jobs such as Martin's. Finally, I contacted Martin and asked him if I could get my law firm to initiate a class action law suit against his insurance carrier for refusal to pay for a general contractor would he agree to be the lead plaintiff in the class action law suit. He had agreed eagerly.

The next day, I had presented my findings to Mr. Morrison and suggested the firm consider a class action law suit. When I had said, "The company is nationwide and handles over 10,000 such claims each year. The general contractor fees average about $500 per job. So that's $5,000,000 per year. With a four-year statute of limitations, the firm is looking at a $20,000,000 class action suit, and I have already lined up a lead plaintiff for the firm, if you're interested."

To say the firm was interested would be a gross understatement. It had suddenly become Job #1 with the firm. Several attorneys were assigned to work on the case. Cases like this generally drag on for so long, I had forgotten all about it until Morrison caught me just as I was coming in the door to work a few weeks after my conversation with Carol in the break room. He asked me to follow him to his office where he motioned for me to have a seat in front of his desk. Taking off my coat, I hung it over the back of the chair and sat down. When I looked up, I saw my boss staring at my crossed legs. I wondered if today was to be the day Carol had predicted.

When he looked up from my legs, he smiled approvingly making no pretense that he had been doing anything else other than checking out my legs. I returned his smile.

"I have some very good news for you, Karla," he began. "The class action law suit with the insurance company has just been settled out of court. The settlement is one of the largest ever won by this law firm. Needless to say, this marvelous result is due in large measure to your initiative and preliminary work in bringing the situation to our attention. A fact for which every attorney in this firm is deeply grateful."

"Well, thank you Mr. Morrison. I'm glad that I was able to do something really useful to the firm other than just routine work."

"That's something else I want to discuss with you, but first things, first. The partners have all met, and we are all in agreement that you deserve to share in the financial benefits the settlement has brought to this firm and to our clients. The out-of-court settlement was for $10,000,000. With our 40% contingency fee, the firm's share is $4,000,000. Our expenses in prosecuting the suit are approximately $1,000,000 so we have realized a net profit of about $3,000,000 due in large measure to your work."

At this point, he held up an envelop and said, "I hope that you will consider the enclosed bonus for $100,000 to be appropriate for your contribution. Everyone of us... particularly me... wants you to be as happy with this result as we are."

"$100,000!" I gasped. "I would have overjoyed with a few thousand. That's beyond belief generous, Mr. Morrison."

"You earned every penny, Karla. Without your initiative, none of this would have happened." Once more his eyes fell on my legs. "And besides that, there's an added benefit for me in awarding you this well-earned bonus."

"What's that?" I asked still squirming in my chair with excitement.

"When you get excited, your dress slides even higher on your gorgeous legs, and I get the benefit of that."

"You're a charmer as well as a very considerate, generous man, Mr. Morrison. You've never commented or stared at my legs before. Do you really like them?" I asked as I pulled my dress even higher and shifted in my chair to expose more of my bare thigh.

With my dress almost up to my hips, I knew that my boss could see almost all of my thigh, and he was taking full advantage. "Your legs are gorgeous, Karla. You were always an attractive woman, but in the last six months with your weight loss and exercise program, you've changed into a beautiful one."

"Thank you, Mr. Morrison. I was hoping you would notice and be pleased with the new me."

"When we're in private, Karla, please call me Clay. And I have noticed, and I'm more than just pleased, as I'm sure you realize. I would like to say a lot more, but as a lawyer, I'm acutely aware of sexual harassment lawsuits."

"It's only sexual harassment when the woman objects, Clay. I don't. I can sign a document to that effect if you like."

"I would like for us to be... eh... how should I put it... closer. Yes. I would like for us to be closer."

"Closer, you say?"

"Yes. Closer."

"Close enough for you to fuck me, Clay?"

"I would love to! A lot."

"I can be available whenever you need me, Clay."

"Now?"

Ginning, I uncrossed my legs and spread them. "I haven't been wearing panties for several months now, Clay. Just in case you decided to fuck me."

I knew Carol's prediction was about to be fulfilled.

I had always wondered what it would be like to have my boss fuck me on the couch in his office. He had moved quickly to his door, locked it, and then began to strip me. It had taken him less than a minute to get me naked. I was on my knees sucking his thick 7-inch cock as he stripped. When he pulled his rod out of my mouth and told me to get on the couch in doggy position, I grinned and replied, "Yes Sir. You can use any hole you like Mr. Morrison." That caused his cock to jerk hard in my hand.

I was delighted to discover that my boss not only had a thick, powerful cock, but he also knew how to use it to make a woman hiss with pleasure. He pounded me hard and deep on every thrust while his hands caressed my ass and occasionally moved between my thighs to my bulging clitoris.

"Oh god YES! FUCK ME, CLAY! FUCK ME HARD!"

When my first orgasm erupted, Clay moaned, "Oh fuck! I can feel your pussy throbbing around my dick... You're cumming aren't you?"

"YES! YES! YES! Stop talking. Fuck me harder. Ram that big schlong into me! Fuck my hole, Lover. Fuck it!"

"Jesus! Never had a woman throb like you do on my cock. I love it!" Clay jack hammered his dick making me cum a second time before he exploded and emptied an enormous load into to my throbbing hole. When he finally pulled out, I could feel his semen dripping from his cock onto my naked ass as his load trickled out of widely-stretched pussy.

Clay's load was huge.

We both giggled with the knowledge that the couch cushion would have to be cleaned and this was the first of many, many cum loads that he was going to be shooting into me in the future.

On the way back to my office, I poked my head in Carol's door. She looked up, saw the grin on my face, and said, "Bent over his desk, like I predicted?"

"That's for dirty sluts, Carol. I was bent over on his very comfortable couch."

"MMMMmmmm... hot. Was he good?"

"Very! Thick, seven inches, powerful stud. He got me off three times before he filled me."

"Just wait until tomorrow, you sexy slut. I guarantee you'll be bent over his desk and loving it."

Of couse, Carol had been right.

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A Night Out with Hubby:

By the end of another week, I had had several new experiences. The first was passing my target weight by increasing my total weight loss to 47 pounds. I thought I looked good... really good. My thighs were still on the large size but a little bit of liposuction would take of that small problem.

The second was I had now opened two new bank accounts, one in my name, the second in Howard's name. Each contained a starting deposit of $50,000, exactly half of my lawsuit bonus. Howard and I were going out dining and dancing on Saturday night when I planned to surprise him with the passbook to his new checking account.

The third item was the scheduling of my plastic surgery on my face, tummy, thighs, lips, and breasts. Of course, not everything would be done at once, but rather over a period of two months. With a healing time of one month, I should be a new woman by summer.

The fourth was being promoted from executive secretary to Personal Assistant of the CEO of the law firm with a 50% increase in salary and an expense account. And the fifth was fulfilling Carol's prediction.

The morning after giving my $100,000 bonus, my promotion, and salary increase, Clay called me into his office. The first thing I saw upon entering was his thick cock. His pants were open with his big shaft protruding from his fly. It was already fully erect and throbbing with clear fluids seeping from its swollen crown. Getting out of his chair, he walked around his desk and approached me.

"I'm so fucking hard just from thinking about your luscious body, it hurts. I need for you to take of this."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his hard cock as it bobbed up and down as he moved closer. I knew that Carol's prediction was about to be fulfilled, and I was more than ready. I was so eager, I could feel the wetness on my inner thighs.

Moving behind me, Clay put his arm around my waist and his other hand behind my head. Although I put up no resistance, it wouldn't have mattered if I had. Powerfully, he pushed my head downward forcing me to bend forward at the waist over his desk.

"Your skirt, Karla! Lift your skirt so I can get this into your cunt." Using both hands, I jerked my skirt up over my ass. The musky aroma from my pussy filled our nostrils. "Oh Honey! Do you ever smell delicious," Clay groaned. "Spread your legs... wide! Put your head down on the desk and arch that sexy ass!"

My voice was quivering with excitement as I followed his orders. Arching my back, I thrust my ass high. "Is this all right, Clay? Am I in the proper position to take of your big cock?" For an answer, I felt his fingers dig into my ass crack, spreading me wide and exposing my seeping sex trench and the pulsing hole of my pussy.

His body moved against my buttocks... then I felt the head of his cock sliding into my cunt. "AAAAhhhhh... uuuummmmmmmm.... Oh Yes, Clay! Put it all the way into meee! Please! Then fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"Don't worry, Karla. I'm going to do just that." His hips snapped forward. My hole stretched open to admit the hard male piston. Clay jerked my hips back and buried his entire length inside my cunt. We both groaned with the hot sensations of cock and pussy flesh meshing together.

"Do you like having my cock filling your pussy like this, Karla?"

"OOOohhhh .... OOooohhhh... Yes... YES! Move inside me, Darling. Move it... and fuck me with it!"

"This is how we will start every day from now on. Either this or I'll fuck you missionary... or perhaps eat you until you scream and sink my cock down your throat. But from now on, don't wear panties to work. That doesn't conform the dress code for Personal Assistants to the CEO. Do you understand, Karla?"

"Oh Yes, Clay. I understand. My pussy is to be naked and ready at all times to be used. Use me, Clay. Please! USE ME! FUCK ME!"

After I had had one intense orgasm bent over his desk, he pulled out and ordered me to mount the couch, on my back. I followed his instructions and in addition, raised my legs and spread them wide to give him total access. He nailed his dick into me in one, hard thrust. I had my second orgasm a few minutes later as his tool thudded hard into the bottom of my hole... again, again, and again.

"UNGGHHH.... AAAHHHHH ... OOHHH GAWD DAMN! GIVE IT TO ME, CLAY. HARD... RAM IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Clay fucked me like a master cocksman for 10 minutes bringing me to another climax in the process. My second orgasm was just ebbing when I felt his shaft growing even harder and thicker. He grunted with a wild boar as he planted it deep, held my ass in his hands, and stabbed with me with rapid, short strokes. His tool and buttocks began to contract in hard spasms. Each contraction shot a thick stream of cum into bottom of my vagina where it coated my womb and entered it. I came again before his ejaculations stopped.

When I left his office, Clay's semen was slowly seeping down my inner thighs. On the way to the ladies room, I again stopped by Carol's office. When she looked up, I whispered, "Bent over his desk... then again on his couch with my legs pointed at the ceiling. My pussy is a swamp."

"Let me see it," she moaned. I pulled my skirt up to my waist. Before I left, Carol also had her skirt around her waist masturbating.

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On Saturday night, I selected a tight and very short green dress with a push-up bra, thin black panties, thigh-high beige stockings, and a pair of wicked pumps with 4-inch, stiletto heels. Looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror in our bedroom, I was highly pleased with what I saw. I had no doubt that I would be keeping my husband's cock hard most of the night as well as the dicks of a lot of other men. When I thought about how sexy I was going to look after my plastic surgery, a shiver ran up and down my spine.

When Howard saw me, he opened his mouth to say something, but only a gasp came out. I could see his pants beginning to tent as the sight of my hot body rapidly hardened his cock.

"I think you like the way your new wife looks," I said with my best seductive smile.

"Oh Jezz... like isn't the word for it. I fucking love it!"

"I can see you do, and I like that huge bulge in your pants just as much as you like the way my legs look in these come-fuck-me heels and my tits in the push-up bra I'm wearing."

"I do love the way you look. I can't believe it... just amazing! But we're going to have wait a bit before leaving."

"Why?"

"Because I can't go out in public with this huge erection sticking out."

"Like hell you can't! You can and you will! Besides, there's no point in waiting. I have no intention of letting your erection go away. You can count on being hard for hours tonight, Lover. And by the way, if you think your wife looks hot and sexy now, just wait until see her three months from now."

"What's gonna happen in three months?"

"I'll tell you tonight at dinner, Honey. Now come on, let's head out. I can't wait to show off my handsome husband and his huge hard-on."

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Over dinner, I told Howard that I had now lost almost 50 pounds and toned most of my muscles with my work at the spa. His response was to tell me passionately that I looked even more beautiful and sexy than I had on our wedding day. If he had tried for a year, he couldn't have come up with anything else to say that would have made my pussy throb harder. My panties were already wet and all we were doing was eating dinner!

Over dessert, I told him about the out-of-court settlement of the class action law suit against Martin's insurance company. His response was exactly what I hoped it would be.

"That's great, Karla. You really did your firm a major service. I hope that they gave you a bonus or something to show their appreciation."

"Oh they did, Darling. Since you've always shared everything you make in your job with me, I'm going to do the same for you. Your half of the bonus I got has been deposited in a bank account in your name only. Here's the passbook. I have a duplicate one for my half."

"Now before you open the book, I want it understood that the money in that account is for you and only you. No fair buying me presents out of that account. You can spend it any way you like... no questions asked. I want you to enjoy it to the fullest. Of course, if you decide to spend it on prostitutes, I'll conclude you need a brain transplant since I promise you that your wife is going to be the hottest piece of ass for you on the planet and spending money on inferior pussy would be stupid. Ok. Now you can look."

My husband grinned with pleasure with thoughts of the "hottest piece of ass on the planet" circulating through his head. For long moments, his eyes drank in my thrusting tits and face... his passbook forgotten.

"Are you hard?" I asked in a whisper.

"Like stone. Feel me."

"Can I? Right here in the restaurant?"

"You don't have a choice, Karla. When I tell the hottest piece of ass on the planet to stroke and feel my cock, I expect her to do it."

"OOohhh fuck! You're hard as stone and your wife's pussy is drenched. Move closer, Stud." Howard scooted his chair closer to my side of the table, and my hand quickly sought out his erection. It was massive! I knew it was more than seven inches, and in addition, it was totally rigid! I could hardly move it.

"Oh my god, Howard! I want to suck this right here... right now!"

"Would you really do that?"

"Honey, if you tell me to get under the table and suck... I'll be under the table with your huge dick in my mouth in a flash. So be careful. Don't ask unless your really want it sucked... right now."

"Suck it. Right now. Suck it!"

I didn't care who might be watching. I quickly slipped beneath the table hoping the tablecloth would conceal most of what was happening. As soon as I unzipped Howard's fly and pulled his briefs down, his iron-hard dick surged up and out... a rigid, hard, seeping, cunt spike. My vagina was throbbing like crazy.

I couldn't wait another moment. Leaning forward, I engulfed five inches of hard man meat and began sliding my lips up and down its length. I heard Howard groan softly. On the fourth trip down his dick, I took another inch, and the big crown entered my throat.

I had just taken all of my husband's dick down my throat and was sucking and jacking him off at the same time when I heard Howard whisper, "The waiter's coming over to see if we want anything else."

Pulling my mouth of his throbbing shaft, I hissed, "Then tell him I'm busy at moment... to come back later."

"Oh my god," my husband moaned. Obviously, he was very nervous, but his shaft got even harder. I couldn't believe it. I had it in my mouth again when I heard Howard telling the waiter that I had gone to the ladies room and to come back in about five minutes.

"Whatever you say, Sir. I'll be back later."

"He's gone. Suck me, Karla. Suck my dick, Baby!"

He didn't have to ask me twice. For the next five minutes my mouth and lips were busy sliding up and down the length of his throbbing dick. When I pulled my mouth back, my hand took over and jacked off the bottom four inches while the top three was inside my sucking mouth. Knowing that men's sexual high tends to abate once they've shot off, I stopped short of letting hubby ejaculate in my mouth.

I stopped just short of making my husband shoot off in my mouth.

"Can I come up now?" I whispered. "Is the coast clear?"

"Yeah, but aren't you going to finish me?" Howard moaned.

Moving out from under the table, I took my seat, leaned close, and kissed my husband letting him taste his own precum. Not only did he not pull away, his kiss was intensely passionate. "Why didn't you finish me, Honey?"

"Because, Darling, we've got a long ways to go tonight, and I want you hard and hot and absolutely raging to bury this big dick up my cunt."

As we enjoyed an after-dinner cocktail, I asked, "Aren't you going to open your passbook, Honey?"

"Oh yeah. For some strange reason, I forgot about that," he said smiling broadly at me. Damn! I adored this sexy man.

When Howard opened the book, he stared uncomprehendingly at the $50,000 balance. "Is this right?" he gasped. "$50,000?!!"

"That's just your half. I have $50,000 in my passbook The total net profit to the firm was about $3,000,000."

"God. Fucking unbelievable!"

"That's not all, Lover. I also got a promotion to Personal Assistant and a 50% salary increase with an expense allowance." Of course, I omitted all the details of my new duties as Mr. Morrison's Personal Assistant. Maybe later, I would tell him, but not now.

The shock on my husband's face was priceless. "I have one more surprise for you, Darling. I intend to invest $15,000 of my half in a personal make-over with a plastic surgeon who works on female Hollywood stars. I'm having my nose fixed, my lips enhanced, some wrinkles removed, a little liposuction on my thighs, breast enhancements, and loose skin removed and tightened over my body. It's going to take two months to do and another month to heal. But in three months, I'm gonna keep your dick hard 24/7, Baby."

I finished my drink and said, "Come on, Stud. Sign the tab, and let's blow this place for a hot dance club."

"I can't get up. I'm so damn hard my pants are sticking way out and look like they're painted on my cock."

"On your feet, Lover. Now! The women here can't wait to see what a real stud's dick looks like when he's hard and ready for pussy."

Just as I had predicated, every woman we passed stared at my husband's protruding, iron-hard erection. Some of the women winked at me. Others licked their lips. One woman took my husband's arm, pulled his head downward, and whispered something in his ear.

When we were in our car heading for the club, I asked, "What did that slutty bitch say to you, Howard?"

"Not much."

"Honey... if you expect me to tell you about the men I play with, you've better reciprocate. What did the slut say?"

"She said her name is Nancy, that my cock was much bigger than her husband's, and that I could call her anytime. Then, she gave me her phone number."

"Gave you her phone number? How did she manage to do that?"

"She pushed this business card in my hand as she was whispering to me. It's got her name and phone numbers on it." Howard held up the card for me to see. Then, he held it out to me. "You can take it and tear it up, Karla. I'm not cheating on the hottest piece of ass on the planet."

My pussy throbbed again. "Put it in your wallet for safekeeping, Darling. If I tear it up, you won't have her cunt available to take care of your big dick when your wife is traveling on business in her new position with the law firm."

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Our first 30 minutes in the night club was spent on the dance floor practically glued together, my husband's still rock-hard dick grinding into my now very, very wet pussy while his hands roamed over my ass and occasionally moved up my side to cup my tits. At least a dozen men were watching with envy.

We were back at our table enjoying our drinks when I noticed that Howard was scanning the nearby tables with a perplexed look on his face. Finally, he shook his head and turned his attention back to his bourbon and soda.

"What's wrong, Honey? You look confused or something."

"I guess I am... a little at least. When you were at the club with Ann a few months ago, you told me all about the two men staring at you and how you and Ann opened your legs to let them see your pussies."

"I remember, Baby. It was hot... really hot. And everytime we talk about it, you get hard. You're hard right now, aren't you?"

"You know I am. I've been hard for almost all of the last two hours."

"So what about Ann and me showing off our pussies?"

"Well, I just noticed than although there are maybe a dozen guys at tables where they can see you, none of them are staring at your legs like those guys were doing with you and Ann. And I know you're 10 times more beautiful and sensuous with the weight loss than you were then. I just don't understand why the difference."

"Would it turn you on if they were staring at my legs? Or if I uncrossed my legs so they could see my thin black panties?"

My husband's body actually shuddered. "Oh my god, yes!" he moaned. "Why isn't it happening?"

"Because I'm sitting at the table with my husband. And in case you haven't noticed, he a very attractive man, and he's got a very well-developed, powerful body. None of those men want to get into a fist fight with my husband. They have this feeling that they wouldn't be able to entice me away from you, and they wouldn't do well in a fist fight... and they're right on both counts, Darling."

"Oh. Of course, That's obvious. Now I feel stupid."

"Not stupid, Honey. Just inexperienced. I've been so fat that you've never been out to a club with a sexy, good-looking wife before. And that's my fault, but it's not going to happen again. If you want to see guys hitting on your sexy wife, you need to go sit at the bar for awhile, have a drink and pretend to watch the game on the TV over the bar while you're really watching me."

"What would you do if I go sit at the bar?"

"Not much. Just cross my legs so that I'm showing a lot, smile when a guy checks me out, and if he shows a real interest, uncross and open my legs a little for him. It won't take any more than that to get them over here asking me to dance. And once they've got me out on the dance floor, your wife's going to be felt up big time and eventually asked to go somewhere for sex."

"How far with you let them go?"

"No further than you want me to, Honey. How far is that?"

"Maybe what you did with Mason when you were out with Ann? What was the other man's name? You never said."

"Tony. It was Tony. I didn't say because Ann was taking care of him while I did Mason."

"Ok. How about as far as you went with Mason?"

"I let Mason see my cunt while we were sitting at our table. Do you want me to let a guy see your wife's cunt?"

"Yes," Howard moaned, "but you're wearing panties."

"Not much of a problem, Howard. I'll take them off just like I did when I was out with Ann. Then, when I spread my legs, the lucky guy will be staring at your wife's naked pussy."

"OOhhhhh god," Howard moaned as his hand clutched his cock ... squeezing it.

"When I danced with Mason, I let him feel my ass and run his hand up my side and feel my tits. Should I do that too." My husband groaned again. His hand now moving up and down his cock gave me my answer.

"It wasn't long with my letting him feel my ass and tits until he had his hand under my dress and was finger fucking me ...two fingers... then three. He had my ass hunching like mad on his hand right there on the dance floor. At one point, he even removed one of my tits and played with it while his fingers were driving me crazy moving over my clit and G-spot. Finally, he made me cum right there on the dance floor. Should I do that tonight? Or not?"

"Would you mind? Would you be angry with me for suggesting it?"

"No, Darling. I won't mind, but I will have one or more intense orgasms. Are you Ok with that?"

"That's so damn hot. I feel like I may shoot off inside my pants."

"Don't you dare do that! If you can't hold it, we'll go some place where you can shoot it up my pussy."

"I think I can hold it. I'm just so hot thinking about all of this. Didn't you suck Mason off in the parking lot?"

"Yes. Right at the end of the evening, just before we came home. Ann was sucking off Tony right beside me. Don't you remember tasting the dregs of his cum load in my mouth when you kissed me?"

"Oh fuck yes I remember! It so incredibly hot. Will you suck the guy tonight... out in the parking lot?"

"Want me to?"

"Can I watch?"

"If you're careful that the guy doesn't see you. Do I suck cock or not, Darling?"

"I want you to suck his cock! But don't fuck him!"

"I won't. Only my stud husband gets my pussy or ass."

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My husband had been at the bar for over 15 minutes. I waited for five minutes and then went to the ladies room where I stripped off my panties and put them in my handbag. A couple of minutes after that, I was back at our table with my legs crossed, thus concealing my naked pussy from view.

At first, nothing much happened because all the men at the surrounding tables had seen me with Howard and knew that he might return at any moment. So, all that occurred was an occasional appreciative glance at my exposed legs.

By the time my husband had been seated at the bar for almost 20 minutes, the men at the tables near mine had changed. From their perspective, I was a married woman alone and trolling for cock, which in a way, I was. Now, the glances changed to prolonged looks, and from there to outright stares at my legs and the portion of my thighs that were exposed by my short dress.

One man in particular was cut from a different mold. Rather than case sidelong glances or stares at me, he turned his chair so that he was facing me directly. He was staring straight up my dress. I could see his eyes roaming over the entire expanse of my exposed thighs. He looked into my eyes and smiled. Then he licked his lips. My cunt throbbed.

Glancing at the bar, I saw Howard watching me with every bit as much intensity as the man across from me was doing. His eyes seemed to bore right between my thighs, almost forcing me to spread my legs by his sheer animal magnetism. As I felt my pussy seeping, I pulled the dress even higher on my thighs. The cool draft on the bare flesh above my stocking tops told me that he could now see much more of my legs. I let him stare for several minutes, inching my dress higher and higher as he watched. It was almost up to my hips.

The man licked his lips slowly, making certain that I saw him. Then, he put the palms of his hands together and extended them toward me. Our eyes locked. I was staring into his dark orbs shadowed by his full eyebrows. At the same time, he gazed intently at my brown ones. As I watched... feeling like a helpless mouse gazing into the black eyes of a swaying cobra ... he slowly moved his hands apart... six inches... a foot... then two not stopping until his palms that still faced each other were almost three feet apart.

I didn't have the slightest doubt about he wanted. He wanted my legs opened and spread wide, and he wanted them wide open now!

I uncrossed my legs. The effect was immediate. I could see his eyes drilling straight into my crotch. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at me, at my legs, my thighs and the dark pubic hair above my pussy. In fact, he was even leaning forward in his seat trying to see as much as possible. I held still letting him stare at me as long as he wanted. The longer he stared, the hotter I became. My clit was throbbing as it pushed out from its protective hood and pulsed right in front of the stranger's eyes.

I wanted him to see more! Slowly, I let my legs drift apart, spreading myself ever so slowly... letting in more and more light so that he could see all of me. He was looking right at my cunt now. I spread wider so he could see my sex trench and the flared hole of my vagina. Suddenly, I came. My clitoris was expanding and contracting in spasms right under the gaze of the man.

Totally embarrassed, I grabbed the drink and food menu off the table and covered my face with it, but I kept my legs wide open.

I couldn't hold my orgasm back. The best I could do was cover my face.

Fortunately, the guy didn't make me keep my legs open any longer. When I looked up from the menu hiding my face, I saw his face not more than two feet from mine. With him standing so close, there was no need to keep my legs wide open.

As soon as I had closed them, he whispered, "You're gorgeous... just incredibly sensuous. The hottest pussy I've seen in years. I can't wait to feel it ... to make it cum again. Shall we dance? By the way, I'm Norman... just call me Norm."

I nodded, and he extended a hand to assist me out of my chair. "I'm Karla," I whispered when I was standing beside him.

"Hi, Karla. After I explore your luscious body on the dance floor, I'm going to fuck you."

"I can't. My husband is here somewhere."

"So? He can watch if he likes."

As we were walking toward the dance floor with his arm around my waist, I saw that Howard was no longer sitting at the bar. Instead, he was standing no more than 10 feet away watching as Norman's hand moved lower on my ass and stroked my buttocks. His pants were hugely tented by what I knew had to be one of the hardest erections I had ever seen on my husband.

Our path to the dance floor took us right by Howard. I tried but couldn't read his expression. It seemed to be some weird mixture of fantastic excitement mixed with something else. I saw Norman first wink at Howard and then smirk as his hand moved beneath my short dress onto my naked pussy. When we had passed my husband, I felt two of Norm's fingers sliding into my vagina and his arm moving as he finger fucked me. From his position right behind us, I knew my husband was having no problems seeing him doing it. I thought it very likely that he would soon cum in his pants.

Norman's fingers were still inside my pussy when he pulled me into his arms, mashed his sizable erection into my mound and began to move us slowly around the dance floor. Howard had followed us and was now standing about 15 feet away watching our every move. When the first song ended, we stopped moving our feet, but Norm continued to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy. His thumb was now rubbing my clit getting me so hot, my hips were hunching in hot fuck motions.

When the next song started, Norman spun me around so that my back was pressed against his chest, his erection now grinding between my buttocks. Then, I felt his fingers opening the top of my dress and extracting both tits. With my skirt up around my hips and the top open, everyone watching was being rewarded with a clear view of Norm's fingers working inside my pussy and his hand cupping and hefting my breast. Howard was one of the men watching.

With Norman working both my pussy and tits, I was sure Howard would shoot off in his pants.

Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled roughly out of Norman's arms. When his fingers slipped out of my pussy, my dress fell down enough to partially cover my cunt and ass. Almost immediately, my husband pulled it the rest of the way down to cover my pussy, but my tits were still exposed and bouncing wildly.

"What the hell is this?" Norman shouted belligerently. Howard was about the same size as Norm, but in far better condition.

"I'm taking my wife home. You got any problems with that?" Howard said in a low, calm, but very menacing tone.

I could see Norman sizing up my husband who held me to one side waiting for him to make his move. The entire place suddenly became quiet. Someone even stopped the music. For what seemed like an eternity, we stood there with my husband standing his ground against the man who had already flatly stated that he was going to fuck me.

Finally, Norman shrugged, and said, "She's your wife. None of my business."

"Smart move," Howard said softly. "We won't be needing the paramedics." Turning to me, he said, "Come on. We're out of here."

We were on our way home with Howard behind the wheel before I spoke with total confusion, "Do you want to explain to me what happened back there? We had discussed everything beforehand, and you were totally hot to see me flirting and making out with some sexy guy."

"I know ... I know. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, Honey. I'm just completely confused. I asked if you wanted me to let the guy see my cunt. You said yes, and I did. It really drove him wild. He just flat told me we were first going to dance, and then he was going to fuck me. He wasn't going to succeed, but he certainly wanted it."

"I figured as much. You had him rock hard and me too."

"You were hard watching me?"

"Of course. So hard I couldn't believe it."

"Well what happened? Why did you stop him when it was just getting very hot? I was going to take him out to the parking lot and give him a blow job while you watched. We discussed him playing with my tits and ass and you couldn't wait to see it. I also told you that Mason had finger fucked me. That turned you on even more. So you couldn't have been put off by Norman... that was his name, by the way... by Norman finger fucking your wife and getting her tits out on the dance floor. Mason had done the same thing and you got hotter than I had ever seen you before. So... what happened? And why?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Well, try. I really need to know if we're going to be having sexy fun in the future."

"It wasn't that you let him see your naked pussy. I could see it too and watching him ... Norman ... get hard while staring at your cunt had me harder than I think I've ever been in my life."

"I thought so. I saw you standing there looking like you had four pair of socks stuffed down your pants. Did it all change when you saw him finger fucking me on the way to the dance floor?"

"No. Not at all. I had to frantically press my thighs together to keep from cumming inside my pants when I saw him doing that."

"Actually, I was sure you would shoot off in your pants."

"I almost did."

"So?? What happened?"

"Again, it's hard to explain. While the two of you were dancing, I began to feel an incredible level of stress. I didn't understand it at all. Then, I noticed that several people, both men and women, were first watching Norm finger fucking you and grinding his cock into you, and then they would look at me. I felt they were wondering why I didn't stop it. The longer it went on, the more embarrassed I became.

Finally, when the second song started, and Norman turned you around so that everyone could see him finger fucking your naked cunt, a feeling of enormous humiliation just overwhelmed me, and I lost control... all control. You know what happened next. I guess that's about it."

"All right, Honey, I understand, but can we talk about it, or is it so stressful, you can't handle a discussion right now? If so, we can spend the rest of the night fucking and talk about it tomorrow."

"I think that's the best idea. Let's do that."

That night, my husband was a raging tiger in bed... and tiger is the right word... wild stallion or wild bull doesn't do him justice. He literally fucked my brains out. Again and again and again without ever losing his erection between ejaculations. His first load filled my pussy completely. After shoving his hard-on into my mouth and thrusting it down my throat, he pulled out, flipped me over, and entered my ass. I must have had four or five orgasms before he shot his second load into my now totally gaped asshole.

Then it was back into my mouth, and this time, he emptied his balls down my throat. Finally, he allowed me to rest. As soon as he rolled off my body, I fell into an exhausted sleep. I don't know how long he allowed me to sleep. All I know for certain is that when I awoke, Howard had me in doggy position fucking me with long, deep strokes that jarred my body forward every time he rammed into me. Before I was allowed to go back to sleep, my tiger had fucked me two more times.

Howard fucked me like a hot whore... I couldn't stop cumming on his rock-hard dick.

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We slept until almost noon on Sunday. Finally, I dragged myself into the shower where Howard joined me. I didn't manage to make it out of the shower before he had me bent over with his cock sinking into my ass once again. We were enjoying a third cup of coffee before we started discussing what had happened the previous evening.

"You told me you lost it because of the enormous embarrassment and humiliation you felt because of the other people watching Norman finger fucking me on the dance floor while you were there watching, right?"

"Yeah. I just felt like all those people thought I was a wimp and stupid schmuck for allowing that to happen. The feeling of humiliation was just overwhelming."

"All right, Howard. I've been thinking about this ever since we got up ... except, of course, when some raging satyr was fucking my ass in the shower." That brought a wide grin to my husband's face.

"As I see it, we have three options, and which one we take is up to you. First, we can just forget about doing all these incredibly sensuous and erotic sexual things and go back to a totally monogamous lifestyle. As much as I know you have enjoyed hearing about I did with Mason and as much as watching me with Norman last night turned you on, that's going to be very unpleasant, but it is an option.

"Second, you can get you mind around this embarrassment/humiliation thing and get past it. Think about it this way. You assumed that all the people watching you thought you were some kind of wimp to allow your wife to do the things Norman and I were doing. In point of fact, less than half of them thought that. Almost all of the women were very envious of me that I was lucky enough to have a husband who would permit me to have so much fun. And over half of the men were wishing that they had an awesomely hot wife like you do who would let herself go and be so incredibly sensuous and erotic in public. The majority were envious not critical, Honey."

"Maybe, but you don't really know that."

"That's where you're wrong, Darling. Women can't match men when it comes to logical, analytical, and mathematical thinking. But men can't match women when it comes to being sensitive and knowing what other people are thinking. I'm right about this. Count on it."

"But just for discussion, let's assume that all those people were critical and thought you were wimp and a schmuck for permitting me to have such sexual pleasure. Did you know any of them? You didn't did you? Will you ever see any other them again and if you do, would you remember them or would they remember you? The point is what they think does make a damn bit of difference. None! Zero! Why would you allow the opinions of strangers to take away one of your greatest pleasures? If you wanted to splurge and buy an expensive home, would you call up 100 strangers to see what they thought and let their views tell you what to do? Of course you wouldn't... so why are you letting what strangers think take away what we both enjoy? So, that's the second option. You refuse to let what others think decide things for you."

The third and final option, is to do what we did with Mason. I was doing the same things with Mason as I was doing with Norman last night. In fact, since I sucked Mason off in the parking lot, I actually did a lot more with Mason than with Norman. You weren't at all bothered by hearing about Mason. In fact, it got you hard as stone and continues to get you hard every time we talk about it. In short, you loved it. So, the third option is for you not to be present when I having fun with other men. I'll tell you all the details later, and we'll have fantastic sex because of the excitement the details produce."

"There's no need to make a decision now. But decide before a situation like last night arises again.

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The Transformation:

Since my plastic surgeon was located in California, I needed to relocate there for three months. My accommodation problem was solved by my sister, who lived in Los Angeles. She and her husband had a large home and had invited me to stay with them during my two months of surgery and the one month of healing. The problems were my husband and my boss. Both men had the same problem: the absence of my pussy for three months.

"I'm going to go nuts for those three months, Karla," Howard had said, but then he added, "but when it all done, I'm certain that I'll be overjoyed. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Let me know if there's anything you need for me to do while you're in California."

What a man! I made a mental note to myself to make damn certain he was rewarded big time when I returned. Even so, I didn't want him to suffer for three months.

"I really appreciate your consideration, Honey, but I know three months is a long time for a guy to go without sex, and I certainly don't want you visiting prostitutes. Who knows what awful stuff you might pick up from them."

"Don't worry. I won't see a prostitute. I'll just be jacking off a lot. Maybe we can have phone sex?"

"That's sexy. You know I've never done phone sex. I think it might be fun. Let's do it. But, phone sex and masturbation aren't enough for my sexy husband. You know that Ann Miller sees other men on the side. I've told you that."

"Yeah. I remember. Most of all, I remember that night you and Ann did Mason and Tony. God! I still get hard every time I think about it."

"Ann's even hotter than that. I've asked her if she would take care of you once a week or so while I'm gone."

"Really? I doubt seriously that she would agree to that, Karla."

"That just shows that men don't really understand women very well. She couldn't say yes fast enough. Her only question was, 'How many times a week can I do him?'. I told her whatever pleased the two of you. My guess is that the hot slut will be calling you the day after I leave... if not the same day."

"You don't mind?"

"Thinking about you sinking your thick cock into that sexy slut is going to keep me horny for the entire three months. When I return, you can expect to be raped daily for weeks."

"Jezz. You've never had phone sex, and I've never been raped! Is this going to be fun or what!"

My boss wasn't a happy camper about giving me three months leave, but when I promised to let him share me with some of his clients and friends, he didn't put up any further resistance. That was probably because I had dropped my skirt to the floor and was lying on his couch with my legs wide open.

"Come on, Clay. Let me thank you properly, Honey."

Before the day was over, I had thanked my randy boss six times. After taking me in missionary position, he had me suck him until his dick was hard. Then, I thanked him again in doggy position. We went out for lunch, and I thanked him profusely a third time by riding his cock in the back seat of his car. At 2:00 PM, I was again in Clay office this time using my ass to properly express my appreciation. For emphasis, I sucked his cock until it was almost 3:00 PM and then used my asshole to thank him again, this time in missionary position with my knees just outside my head..

Mr. Morrison loved the way I showed my appreciation. I not sure which show of appreciation he liked the best.


I knew Clay loved the dessert I provided in the back seat after lunch.


I was sure Clay loved the way I thanked him with my tight asshole.

That evening, Howard's dinner was an hour late, but I don't think he was upset, particularly not when I told him that Mr. Morrison had generously agreed not only to a three-month leave, but also to making it a paid three-month leave.

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Much of the plastic surgery I had scheduled required at least a one-day stay in the hospital, but some could be done in an out-patient surgery facility with only a few extra hours stay for observation.

During my pre-op, physical examination, my surgeon looked over the list of procedures I had requested and commented on how comprehensive my make-over was going to be.

"Mrs. Burton, when we're finished your own husband will think he's in bed with a different woman."

I laughed and replied, "I'm sure he's going to love that, Dr. Mathews."

"I'll make certain that he does, Karla. I guarantee it. I am a little surprised that as comprehensive as your make-over surgery is, you haven't asked that your vagina be tightened. That can easily be done, you know."

"No, I didn't know that. Perhaps I should have that done too. I really don't know. Could you check, Doctor Mathews? I'm certain that you must have some type of probe you could insert to determine whether I need to have my pussy tightened."

Dr. Mathews' vaginal examination had been very, very thorough and deep. He had first shaved me so that he could see everything clearly and then performed both a manual examination and one using his large vaginal probe. After repeated deep insertions and tests, he told me that I had one of the tightest pussies he had ever seen and that surgery wouldn't be necessary. He even coated my channel with a soothing lotion so that there would be no unpleasant irritation from his deep examination.

The manual probe only tested the tightness of my opening.

The doctor's large probe thoroughly examined the tightness deep inside my pussy. The soothing lotion he appled after finishing his examination was wonderful.

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It was three months and two days later when I unlocked our front door and entered our home. Since it was only 2 PM, Howard was still at work. Consequently, I was alone in the house, which suited my purposes perfectly. I had almost four hours to get ready to my husband's arrival. Although he had begged me repeatedly to send him photos of the new me, I had refused. Around 5:30 today, he would be seeing his new wife for the first time. I was giddy with excitement just thinking about it.

After bathing and fixing my make-up in the manner I had learned from the professional beautician in California, I selected a thin pair of black, nylon, crotchless panties and long thigh-high dark stockings with a black garter belt. The only other things I wore were a purple bra and matching micro-mini skirt that was so short it only covered half of my ass. Finally, I stepped into a pair of pink platforms with 5-inch heels. I had little doubt that my husband was going love the way his new wife looked.

Howard's reaction when he came home was all that I had hoped for and more. When he saw me sitting in our den in a provocative pose with half of my new 38DD tits on display along with my nylon-covered legs, he gasped, "Oh my god! Jesus! Is that really you, Karla?"

Dr. Mathews had kept his promise. My husband almost didn't recognize me.

If he had tried for a year, he couldn't have said anything more pleasing than that. "Yep. It's all me... all 38DD-26-37 and 132 lbs. of me. How do you like your new wife? Do you like my big 38DD tits, Honey?" I said softly as I slowly pulled my bra down, unhooked it, and tossed it toward Howard. "Some of the guys in California called them 'twin cannons'. They all wanted to fuck my tits, but they didn't get to. My hot husband can fuck them anytime he likes. What do you think? Would I be a good tit fuck?"

"Like them?!! God!! I've never seen a woman with tits as beautiful as yours. Their just unbelievable!

"That's just one of the changes, Baby. I've also shaved my cunt... you wont have any problems seeing my swollen erect clitoris now, Lover. Can you see it right through my panties?" I spread my legs open and let my husband stare at my new bare pussy. Even with his pants still on, I could see that he was rock-hard.

Howard couldn't take his eyes off my half-exposed cunt.

Frantically, Howard jerked her zipper down and fought to extract his swollen shaft. He was already pumping it when he groaned, "What a cunt! I love it! Pull the damn panties aside! Show it to me!"

"Oh you are a demanding stud, aren't you? Just ordering your wife to show you her cunt," I hissed as my hands dragged my panties aside. "This what you want to see, Baby. My hard clit and my hot, wet fuck hole?"

"It's really tight, Honey."

"Unbelievable," he groaned as his hand pumped his dick harder. "Just fucking unbelievable!"

"Believe it, Darling. And your hot, new sexy wife is so horny her pussy's about to explode. I haven't had cock in three months. Come on, Stud. Do it me! Make me cum. Hurry... God. I'm fucking on fire!"

In a flash, Howard had me on the dining room pulling my mini-skirt off in one smooth motion. I jerked my legs up in the air and spread wide open for him. I expected him to mount me instantly but my sexy stud delighted me when he moved his face into my sex saddle, pulled my panties aside and mashed his mouth against my throbbing pussy. His tongue raked repeatedly over my engorged clitoris bringing howls of pleasure from my lips.

"OH FUCK YES! LICK MEEEEEEEE! STICK THAT TONGUE INTO ME! DO IT! AAAAHHHH GAWD DAMN! MY CLIT! HARDER! HARDER! OOHHHH FUCKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGGG...DON'T STOP... PLEASE... MORE... MORE....MORE... MORE!!"

I came... hard! Howard didn't even pause. If anything, his tongue applied even more pressure to my throbbing clitoris... his fingers sank into my pulsing vagina, located my G-spot, and began working it as they moved back and forth inside me. Less than a minute later, my legs shot straight out... rigid... trembling, my toes curling back. A wild scream filled the room... my scream as I erupted in another, even stronger, orgasm.

My thrid climax followed very quickly... then a fourth. "AAAAhhhhhh ... UNN-HUH! UNN-HUH! UNN-HUH! UNN-HUH!" I heard myself squealing ... babbling incoherently. Juices poured from my throbbing pussy. "Please... No... More... aaaahhh... fuckkk.... stop... fuck me... Please... Fuck Meeee! NOW!"

I was still moaning, my body still thrashing, and my ass hunching wildly as Howard moved away and began slowly removing his clothes while watching me squirm. When he dropped his pants and removed his briefs, the sight of his engorged and rampantly throbbing prick had my pussy grinding frantically in the air a foot above the table.

Howard scooped me up in his arms, carried me to the couch, and dumped me onto my back. "Legs up, you sexy Slut. Show it to me!" He didn't have to tell me twice. I had my legs up and back almost as soon as my butt hit the couch.

"Can you see it, Darling?"

"Oh hell Yes!"

"Then fuck it... hard. Give it to me!"

Howard practically threw himself between my legs. His cock hit my opening dead center on the first thrust driving all seven plus inches of dick deep into my vagina. My husband was like a raging bull fucking me with hard deep strokes until I shuddered in my fourth orgasm.

Somehow, he held back his own climax and moved behind me into spoon position. I lifted my left leg to give him full access and once more hissed as his cock speared me, stretching my hole and sinking balls deep into my pit.

Howard's cock was filling me completely on every thrust.

"Jezzz... you're so fucking tight," he moaned. "It feels like your pussy is trying to squeeze my dick off."

"That's what three months without a big cock in me will do, Honey. Come on, Stud. Stretch your hot wife wide open and shoot me full! Give it to me, Lover! Fuck me and fill me!" That was all Howard could take. His orgasm just exploded. His buttocks contracted hard shooting stream after stream of thick, sperm-filled semen into my pussy. I almost managed to get off a fifth time, but his softening cock slipped from my pussy before I could climax.

Now it was my turn to eat him. Pushing him onto his back, I devoured his tool and sucked. I wasn't surprised when he got hard again within five minutes. After a few additional minutes of having my lips sliding up and down his cock, he was hard as iron. When I pulled my mouth off Howard's shaft, it stood rigidly erect, throbbing in the air. I heard myself groaning when I mounted him reverse cowgirl and took his full length back into my cunt.

"OOOhhhhhh Yes!!"

The third or fourth time I let my pussy sink down his rod, my fifth orgasm erupted. "Ooohhh fuck... Can you feel my pussy throbbing, Honey? Can you feel it?"

"Yes.... Oh fuck YES! You're cumming again, aren't you?"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH... UNGGHH.... GGHHAAAAAAA!"

"Hot Bitch! Come on my dick!"

"ooohh yess... oohhh yesss... I'm cumming.... aaaahhhhh!!"

"Luscious fuck hole. Turn around... ride me cowgirl so I can suck those big tits."

Swiveling my ass on his sex spike, I turned my body to face him. Instantly, his hands captured both tits as his mouth sucked hard on one nipple until it bulged outward. His teeth nipped it bringing hot gasps of pleasure from me.

I was close to my sixth orgasm.

I was approaching my sixth orgasm when Howard gasped, "I'm about to cum, Honey. Can't hold it much longer. Are you close?"

"Yes... yes... yess... please hold on... fuck me... please... get me off... don't leave me hanging, Darling. Finish me!"

Howard's hands moved to my ass. They separated my ass cheeks, and a moment later two fingers sank into my ass where they fucked in counterpoint to his cock banging into my cunt. With the hot double penetration, I didn't last a minute. When my pussy convulsed in orgasm, my husband's load poured into me. The hot, squishing sounds of a cock pumping a cum-filled vagina filled the room and combined with the musky aroma of sex.

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The next was my first day at work after my three-month paid leave. Needless to say, I didn't get any work done. Clay went nearly berserk when he saw me. I had arrived at 8:05 AM and by 8:10 AM, Clay had me bent over his desk with my skirt up over my ass and his cock buried in my cunt. Before lunch time arrived, he had screwed me four times. When he wasn't fucking me, he had me spread out on his desk eating my pussy or his cock was in my mouth, or we were doing both in a 69 position.

We did stop for lunch... in a sense. We both had to eat with one hand since my other hand was wrapped around his cock jacking him off, and his other hand was between my thighs finger fucking me. When he had finished about half of our food, neither of us wanted to take any more time. As soon as we got back to Clay's car, he got me in the back seat and fucked me with my legs dancing wildly in the air. If his windows had not been tinted, we would surely have been arrested for outraging public decency.

When we were in the elevator, I was squatting in front of him sucking his cock. As I sucked, I had my legs open with Clay's cum load dripping out of my pussy onto the elevator floor. We both wondered if anyone later figured out what the milky fluid on the floor was. The elevator stopped at our floor before I could get him off, but as soon as we were back inside his office, he had me riding his hard dick.

I was late getting home to Howard that evening, because it was taking Clay a long time to shoot off his seventh load of the day. I didn't mind in the least as his big dick felt great as it rammed in and out of my asshole. Clay would bring me right to the edge of an orgasm and then pull his dick out making me moan and beg him to put it back in me.

"You have no idea how hot and erotic you look when your asshole is gaping wide open... pulsing and begging for a cock."

"It is begging... put it back in me, Honey. I'm so close. Make me cum, Lover."

He shoved his dick back up my ass bringing more gasps of pleasure, but two strokes later, he pulled it out. Over and over until I was cursing and screaming at him to fuck my ass and let me cum. Finally, he did, but by the time he managed to shoot in his seventh load, I was again all worked up. I knew that Clay was finished for the day... so my randy husband would just have to take care of my eager asshole tonight.

"Put it back in, Damn you."

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Another Night on the Town:

For the rest of the week, we followed pretty much the same pattern. During the day, Clay was banging me repeatedly. On Wednesday, he and two of the firm's clients spent most of the day inside my holes. Friday was a little different. The morning was spent either on the couch or bent over Clay's desk. After lunch, I went to the Hilton Inn and entertained three more of the firm's best clients.

At night, my husband couldn't seem to get enough of his new wife. I, of course, was loving every second of it.

On Saturday morning, I asked Howard if he would like to go out again and watch me teasing and making out with another guy or with him and another guy... whatever excited him the most.

"Do you think you can handle it now, Honey? I know how much hearing about it turns you on. We could go out of town so there would be essentially no chance that you would see anyone who you know or who knows you. Interested?"

"Oh god, yes! That was so hot when we did it... at least up to the point where I lost it and went nuts. But I promise that's not going to happen again. We don't need to go out of town. If I get nervous or stressed, I'll just go to the bar and have a drink and wait for you to come get me... or something. I won't create a scene like I did the last time."

"Do you want to pick the guy or do you want me to do that? I'm happy either way."

"How would I pick the guy?"

"Well, Honey, with this new body and face, I suspect that there will be a bunch of guys asking me to dance and flirting with me any time you're away from the table. We can do it like we did the last time. You can sit at the bar or a nearby table and check out the guys trying to get into my panties. You just pick the one you like the best and give me a signal. That's the guy I'll pick."

"How far will you go?"

"How far to you want me to go? The last time, you wanted me to go out to the parking lot with Norman and give him a blowjob, but you didn't want me to let him fuck me. Have you changed your mind? Want something different this time?"

"What if I wanted you to fuck him? Would you be pissed?"

"No, but I would be fucked. Do you want to see or hear about another man fucking me, Honey?"

"God, just talking about it like this has me hard... really hard. But I don't know if I can handle it or not."

"If you can't, you can go to the bar, have a drink, and when he's finished fucking me, I come get you and tell you all the hot details while you sink your big cock into your wife's cum-filled pussy. And if you can handle it, you can follow us to the parking lot and watch him doing it to me."

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The following Saturday night, I dressed in a tight pale-green sheathe, no stockings, but strappy four-inch black sandals. With my new enhanced tits standing up like twin cannons, there was no need for a bra, and I didn't wear one. The only thing I had to decide was whether or not to wear panties. The sheathe was so incredibly short, going without panties would certainly be erotic as there would be no possible way I could avoid flashing my pussy and ass repeatedly during the evening. As sensuous as those thoughts were, I still decided to wear panties because Howard was under so much stress, I was afraid that if he realized every person in the room was staring at his wife's cunt, he would lose it. In the end, I compromised by wearing crotchless panties.

I had no doubt that my husband was going to have a wide range of choices for my lover of the evening.

As I expected, Howard got hard as stone as soon as he laid eyes on me. "You look fantastic!" he gushed.

"Thank you, Honey. Think very many guys will hit on your wife tonight? Are you ready for this, or do you want to call it off?"

"Just thinking about it has had me hard and excited for days. I don't know if I can handle it or not, but I want to try. It's so fucking hot! Are you excited?"

"Am I excited? You've got to be kidding me, Darling. My pussy is a swamp. You're always telling you sometimes get so hot that you feel like you might cum in your pants. Well, in my case, I know I'm going to get so hot when all those guys start hitting on me and feeling me up, I will cum in my panties. Just watch closely, and I'm sure you'll be able to tell when your wife has an orgasm."

"Where are we going to go, Karla? Back to the same club as we visited the last time?"

"No. That was pretty stressful for you, Honey. There's a real estate convention going on at the Marriott Inn, and there's always a lot of sexy married guys out of town without their wives who are looking to score. They're more up-scale than the guys at the night club so I thought we might hit the hospitality suite and see what happens."

"But how are we going to get in? They conferees always wear badges."

"Yeah, but a lot of them forget them, and they rarely check. Besides, anyone who sees me in this sheathe is going to think I'm part of the entertainment for the conferees. No one's going to stop us. So just relax."

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Everything went exactly as I thought it would. When we got to the Marriott Inn, Howard and I walked up to one of the guys attending the convention, and I said, "Hi, Honey. I'm looking for the hospitality suite for the real estate convention. Can you tell what room of the hotel it's in. I was told, but as usual, I've forgotten," I said with a sly smile as my tongue flicked briefly over my lip.

The guy never had a chance. He couldn't stop starting at my half-exposed 38DD tits and my hot legs. There was never any doubt in his mind that I was a paid escort for the benefit of the conferees. I could even hear his thoughts weighing his chances to get into me before the evening was over.

"Sure. No problem. I'm Sam... Sam Haskell form Denver. The hospitality suite is actually two adjoining suites along with single rooms up and down the floor. It's on the 12 floor... Rooms 1215 and 1217. Hope to see you there... eh... eh.."

"Karla. You can call me Karla, Honey. Am I'm sure you'll see me there... probably you'll see a lot of me." I winked, took Howard's arm, and we walked toward the elevators.

As soon as we entered the two, huge and adjoining hospitality suites, I saw that the room was filled with a large number of men. There were a few women wearing wedding rings who looked like that were probably married to one of the conferees, but most of the women looked more like escorts than wives. I'm sure all the men thought that I was also from an escort service.

"Ok, Honey. Shall we get started? Are you going to sit with me or wait at the bar and just watch? Either way is fine with me."

"I'll sit with you, but let's pretend that I'm not your husband. I'm just a guy trying to pick you up."

"Sounds like a plan. How are you going to let me know which guy you want to me seduce?"

"How about I ask if you've ever been to a real estate convention before. When I ask that, the guy you're currently flirting with is the guy. Ok?"

"Perfect. Let's go to the complementary bar and get ourselves a drink, and then pick out a table."

After getting our drinks, I selected a large couch in one of the rooms off the main hospitality area. I was obviously a bedroom, but the bed had been removed to make room for more tables and couches. Across the room, two men were chatting with a sexy blonde whose skirt covered no more than my dress and whose tits were almost as big as mine. Although the trio were all fully dressed, one of the men was caressing one of the blonde's legs above her knee while the second guy was doing her other leg.

It didn't take more than five minutes before two other men had joined us. "Hi. I'm Todd Franks from Miami. Can I join you?"

"Sure. Why not? It is a hospitality suite. I'm Karla and this handsome guy told me his name is Howard. Where did you say you were from, Howard?"

"I didn't say," my husband ad libbed and then added, "but I'm from Big D... Dallas to non-Texans."

"You don't have to tell me that, Howard. I'm pretty well acquainted with most of the big ones. How about you?" I asked turning to the guy who was sitting immediately opposite me.

"Greg Tomlin... from Omaha. I hope you don't mind my saying this, but you're just drop-dead gorgeous. I'm mean awesome. Not another woman in the place is in your class, Karla."

"Mmmmmm... you do know what to say to a girl, Honey."

"Always," he whispered as he took my hand, kissed it... then let his tongue caress it. My pussy twitched as I crossed my legs. Instantly, my short skirt rode up high on my thigh exposing almost all of my leg.

Greg and Todd openly examined my exposed thigh.

For 10 minutes or so, the four of us made small talk that was filled with sexual references and double entendres. Actually, it was more like three of us talking because Howard said very little. Occasionally, I would glance at his crotch and was always pleased to see that he was hard... very hard.

At this point, Todd whispered hotly, "I've just got to kiss you and feel those huge tits." He pulled me closer and when I put up no resistance, his lips captured mine as his hand moved to my tits. For a moment, I held his hand in mine preventing him from getting to my breasts. He was having none of that. Extracting his hand, he quickly found out that I wasn't wearing a bra.

I wondered what my husband was doing as Todd kissed me and fondled my tits.

"Oh fuck! No bra. Unbelievable! How can these huge tits stand out like cannons with no bra. Jesus! What a rack!"

I wasn't surprised when I felt Todd's hand on my bare thigh. I made no move to resist when the hand moved a little higher on thigh. "Uncross your legs, Karla," he said softly, but firmly. I uncrossed my legs, but kept them close together. As Todd's hand explored my bare thigh, I leaned closer to Howard and whispered, "Todd's got his hand on my thigh, and he's moving it higher. I think he wants to get under my dress, Honey."

Howard just smiled and nodded. When I turned my attention back to Todd and Greg, I sat up a little straighter and relaxed my legs slightly allowing them to part just a little. Greg was in perfect position to look right up my short skirt, and Todd's hand slid up the inside of my thigh, gently squeezing me as he moved closer to my pussy.

Suddenly, Howard spoke. "My god! Look over there," he said indicating the couch on the opposite side of the room where the two conferees were working on the blonde. She was now kneeling in front of the couch with her blouse up over her tits, and either she had come to the party braless or one of the guys had removed her bra because she was taking the cock of one of the men between her large, naked tits. She was holding her breasts tightly around the man's shaft as he vigorously tit fucked her.

"The man was groaning as his hard cock slid between the blonde's tits.

"Man! That's hot!" Greg said excitedly.

"I bet you would be an awesome tit fuck with that huge rack, Karla. You're even bigger than the blonde."

"How do you, Honey? You've haven't seen mine yet."

"Not yet, but I've got a lot of experience judging racks, and yours looks awesome."

My only reply was a broad grin, but I felt my body tremble and tingle like an electrical current was flowing through me. Todd's hand was driving me crazy. When Greg came around the table in front of our couch, he sat down between me and Howard forcing my husband to move further to the side. As soon as Greg's hand began sliding over my other leg, I felt them parting, almost of their own accord, in response to the aggressive males working on me.

The men were in no rush. Their finger tips were sliding up and down my inner thighs now working closer and closer to my pussy. I leaned back and glanced at Howard. His eyes were glued to the male hands on my thighs while his hand was squeezing his now very sizable erection.

Across the room, we heard one of the men moan. The blonde was now standing in front of the couch bent over at the waist. Her panties had been pulled down around her calves and her skirt pushed up over her ass so that her cunt was completely exposed. She had apparently managed to get the men out of their pants and was now sucking a very large, hard cock while the other man watched and jacked off.

Greg, Todd, and my husband all groaned at the erotic sight.

With the erotic sight of the blonde openly sucking cock with her ass and pussy totally exposed and thrust right at us, I was virtually certain that Greg and Todd were now hard. Their hands moved even more insistently on my thighs gradually pulling me open to give them more access.

Greg and Todd had my legs wide open.

When Greg's hand reached my pussy and encountered my crotchless, and thoroughly soaked panties, his fingers easily slipped through the opening and touched the wet lips of my pussy. Automatically, I groaned and arched my hips. As my ass rose higher, Greg's fingers cleaved my slit and moved upward to my swollen clit. As soon as he began rubbing it, I hissed with hot female pleasure.

"OOOhhhh god yes! That feels so good. More, Baby. More!"

"What's he doing?" my husband asked.

"Ohhhh fuck, Baby. He's right on my clit... I moaned even louder when Todd's fingers entered my pussy and began working my G-spot and finger fucking me. Greg's and Todd's fingers were touching inside my pussy as they worked in concert... Greg on my clit... Todd up my cunt on my G-spot. I felt myself scooting down, moving my ass to the edge of the couch to sink more of their fingers inside my cunt. My husband was openly stroking his cock now as he stared at my wide open legs and the two hands working in my pussy.

Even though the men on the other couch were watching, with four fingers from two hands parting my pussy lips, working my clit, and G-spot as well as finger fucking me, I couldn't keep from cumming.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... AAAHHHHHHH!! UUNNGGH!! UN-HUH... UN-HUH... OH OH... I'M CUMMING.... AAAAHHHHH FUCK IT... FUCK IT!"

Greg and Todd continued stroking my erupting clit and vagina forcing my ass to hump and hunch wildly. When they finally moved away and allowed my climax to abate, my legs were wide open and my pussy throbbing.

I clutched my tits as my vagina and clit throbbed.

With both men having worked together to make me cum, I wondered which of the two Howard was going to pick. Regardless of which one he chose, I didn't see how I could possibly get rid of the other man at this point. It was obvious that both of these hot studs fully intended to fuck me.

If I had had any doubts, they were erased when Greg said, "I think it's time we took this hot slut into one of the private rooms down the hall and fuck her."

My thoughts and Todd's reply were interrupted by the passionate screams of the blonde on the other couch. One of her guys now had her on her back with her knees pressed back against her tits. He was ramming his thick cock into her upturned cunt hole while he held her thighs to keep her pussy in fucking position. She groaned and hissed each time the thick shaft entered her. When it thudded into the bottom of her pussy, she grunted and her toes curled back.

The blonde thrust her pussy against the plunging male shaft every time her lover snapped his hips forward.

Howard now leaned over, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me passionately. "Which one?" I hissed into his open mouth."

"Both. Do them both in one of the private rooms."

"You know what's going to happen, don't you, if I let them take me to one of the private rooms. They're both going to fuck your wife."

"I'm sure they will."

"And, Howard, you're sure about this?"

"Not really. I think they know I'm your husband, and that is really stressing me out."

"Why?"

"They think I'm a wimp."

"The only thing they're thinking about is fucking me, Honey. Relax. Watch and enjoy and fuck me after they finish."

The blonde on the couch was now grunting and gurgling as her body thrashed wildly. The two men had her stretched out with her head tilted back. One cock was balls deep down her throat and the other dick was pounding her cunt equally deep.

Both cocks were balls deep in the blonde's holes.

"Are they going to fuck you like that?" Howard asked.

"Probably... or maybe cunt and ass."

"Oh god."

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As soon as the four of us were inside one of the private rooms, I found myself kneeling between the two men sucking one of their big cocks and then the other one... back and forth. As I sucked, I took my mouth off Todd's cock and moaned, "You can shoot in my mouth if you want to. I'll swallow... I promise."

Both cocks were bigger than my husband's.

"Very tempting offer, Greg grinned, but my load's going up your hot cunt, Baby. How about you, Todd?'

"I think I'll use her ass. You like it in the ass, Karla?"

"Yesss...yessss... any hole, Lover. Any hole."

At first, Greg and Todd took turns fucking me. One would fuck while the other one jacked off and waited his turn inside one of my holes. Greg was the first to screw me. He sat in a straight chair and had me ride his cock. As soon as he had it buried up my pussy, I began to cum. As he pulled me down on his shaft and thrust upward at the same time, my entire body vibrated over the hot sensations caused by his big dick slamming into my cervix.

"I love watching those big tits bouncing in my face as you ride my dick. Come on, Slut. Pump that hot cunt."

After Greg had unloaded inside my cunt, it was Todd's turn. As he had said, he intended to use my ass for his first load. He laid me down on my side and moved behind me into spoon position. As I raised my legs and felt him probing for my opening, I noticed that Howard was no longer in the room.

"Where's Howard?" I asked

"Who knows. He left while you were riding my cock. Any problems?

"No. I was just ... GGGHHAAAAAAAA... UUNNGHHH... OOOH GAWD! Go easy with that thing, Lover. You're big. Really big. Give a girl's ass a chance to stretch and get used to that big dick."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you. You're just so drop-dead gorgeous, it's hard not to ram you hard. Let me know when you're ready for more dick."

We spent five minutes working Todd's thick tool into my ass. Finally, he was all the way inside me. Then, he began fucking me with slow deep strokes until he had me howling with pleasure. He speeded up, and I came hard. His fingers moved around my hips to my clit, and I came again... very quickly. When he finally filled my ass with his load, I came for a third time.

I came a third time when Todd ejaculated into my rectum.

After I had sucked them hard again, they began double teaming me... first it was mouth and cunt... then mouth and ass... finally, I was getting it cunt and ass. That gave me multiple, intense orgasms.

I had multiple explosive orgasms when the two dicks were in my ass and cunt.

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After Todd and Greg had each put three loads into me, they were exhausted and I needed to find my husband. I had my sheathe and panties back on before either man was dressed. As soon as I was dressed, I began searching the two hospitality suites trying to find Howard.

After a near frantic 10 minute search, I finally saw my husband sitting at the bar in the second hospitality suite. I heard myself exhale in relief when I found him.

"Where did you go?" I asked when I sat down beside him.

"I'm sorry. I was really enjoying it. I couldn't believe how hard it got me."

"I know. I saw your cock throbbing inside your pants. So why did you suddenly leave?"

"I was Ok until we went to that private room. While you were riding Greg's cock, and Todd was waiting his turn to fuck your ass, I saw him smirking at me. I tried to ignore him like you said, but then he asked me, 'Does Karla ever let a wimp like you fuck her or do you just watch and jack off?' I just couldn't take that, so I had to leave."

"That degraded son-of-a-bitch!" I shouted. "I wish you had told me what he had said to you. I would have left the bastard with the worse case of blue balls he's had in his life. I'm really sorry he ruined it for you, Darling. Would you like to fuck me right here... right in front of everyone. I'll spread for you anytime, Howard. Come on. There's an empty couch. Let's fuck!"

I could see my husband's cock getting hard again, and I grabbed his hand and started to lead him over to the couch, but he stopped me. "What's wrong? I know you want to fuck me. I can see that big hard-on in your pants, Lover. Come on. Fuck your slutty wife's ass off, Baby."

"I'd like to try one more time, Honey. Can we?"

"Of course, but it seems to cause you a lot more pain than pleasure, Darling, and I hate it when what's supposed to be fun for both of us turns out so badly for you."

"I think this time might be different. Do you see the guy who was sitting beside me at the bar?"

"You mean that black guy?"

"Yeah. His name is Joseph. He asked me to call him Joe."

"What about him?"

"He's embarrassed about the size of his cock. Says it's only 6 inches."

"So what? That's average. Not every guy can have your 7 thick inches of dick, Baby."

"That's what I told him, but he said a white guy with 6 inches is considered average, but a black guy with 6 inches is a disappointment to every white woman on the planet. He says every time he tries to make it with a white chick, they turn him down when they see he's not as big as their husband."

"He's never had white pussy?"

"Nope. Never. I'm sure he wouldn't be smirking at me if we had a threesome. He could do you while I watch, and then I could have sloppy seconds. Would you mind? He's not as big as the two guys you've already had."

"Maybe not, but after what Todd said to you, I'd rather have Joe any day. Come on."

I led my husband back to the bar and took a seat between him and Joe. "Hi, Joe. I'm Karla. I'm Howard's wife."

"You're fucking with me, right? You look hotter than any porn star I've ever seen. Are you really Howard's wife?"

"Honey, show Joe your driver's license." As Howard handed him his license, I held mine out to him. He checked the names and the address and shook his head.

"Man! You are the luckiest honky on the planet. If I could be you for just one night, I'd be willing to die the next day."

"Wow. That's an awfully nice thing to say, Joe. Probably one the nicest things any guy has ever said to me."

"I mean it, Karla. Really."

"I believe you, but it's really not necessary for you to die just because you fuck me. My husband says you've never had white pussy. Is that right?"

"Yeah. He tell you why?"

"He did, and six inches is all I need to make me cum hard. And with a guy like you who's getting his first piece of white ass, I'll probably cum at least twice before you pump your first load into me... and then who knows how many times I'll get off while you're shooting in the second and third loads. Jerking up my short dress, I spread my legs and let him see my naked cunt. "How about it, Joe? Wanna fuck my hot cunt?"

"Hell YES!"

"One condition. My husband gets to watch and screw me while you're recovering. Back and forth, as many times as the two of you can get it up."

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As soon as we had located a vacant private room, I stripped off my dress leaving me naked as Greg had kept my panties for a souvenir. Mounting the table, I posed for my two studs with one knee steepled and my other one flat on the table. The position spread me wide open.

Joe's cock got iron-hard as soon as he saw my white pussy.

As soon as the men had dropped their pants, I saw two fantastically rigid cocks, standing almost vertical and leaking fluids like a broken faucet. "Oh fuck! Those are two beautiful cocks... hard as rocks. Come on over here and fuck the shit out of me with thing, Joe."

I didn't have to ask him twice. He pushed me onto my back, and I pulled my legs up and spread wide for him. Mounting me, I wrapped my hand around his dick and guided it into his first white cunt.

"AAAahhhhhhhhhhhh...!!" we both groaned as his dick sank balls deep into me. He hit into me hard.

"UNGGHH! YESSS... YESSS... LIKE THAT, STUD. FUCK THAT WHITE CUNT, BABY. GIVE ME THAT BIG BLACK DICK! OH GAWD DAMN... I'M CUMMING!! FUCK IT HARD, STUD. AAAHHHHHH... OOHHHHH... UUNNNNNNN!!"

Even though Joe as so turned on and wired that he could only last a few minutes, that was more than enough to give me a second climax.

"Damn, Woman. I can feel your cunt throbbing on my johnson. You like my black dick?

"Stop talking and fuck me, you hot bastard. Slam that meat into meeeeeeee!" Joe came almost immediately.

"Oh shit... I didn't want to cum that fast," he moaned.

"Don't worry about it, Baby. I got off twice, and by the time my husband fucks me, you'll be hard again."

Joe moved away, but I kept my legs up and back for my husband. He moved between my thighs, but before entering me, he stopped to stare at my gaping hole with Joe's load streaming out of me. "Like seeing your fresh fucked wife, Honey?"

"God. I love it. Can't wait to get into you."

"Then don't wait. Fuck me. FUCK ME HARD!" As soon as I felt Howard's iron-hard cock slugging into me, I knew that this time it was going to work. He wasn't going to be stressed out and feel humiliated. If I had any doubts, the pounding he was giving me quickly made me forget every thing else except how hard I was cumming.

I came again and again as Howard fucked my brains out.

I had gotten off two more times before my husband spewed a huge load into my already spermy cunt. As his strokes slowed, I called out to Joe. "Are you hard again, Honey? Ready to have me ride that black cunt spike, Lover. You can suck my tits while I ride you. Come on. Hurry up. I want that dick back inside my white cunt hole."

As I expected, my dirty words had Joe rigid again. Swinging a leg over him, I lowered my pussy onto his cock. He sank into me easily and immediately began fucking me hard and fast. I knew this time he would last a lot longer.

Joe got me off three times before he screamed and emptied his balls into me a second time.

It was almost two hours before we left that room. Both men had fucked me four times and both men had put loads into both my pussy and my ass. On the drive home, Howard was ecstatic. He couldn't stop telling me how much he loved it, and how fantastic a wife I was. He was hard again before we were halfway home... probably due to the fact that I was jacking his cock and telling him how good it was for me.

When Howard pulled into our garage, I didn't make it into the house. He caught me as I climbed from the car, bent me over the trunk, shoved up my dress and nailed his dick into my pussy. I came twice before I got yet another cum load inside my vagina. I thought that was the end of the sex for the evening, but again I was wrong. Howard screwed me once more before we fell into an exhausted sleep.

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Solving Hubby's Problem:

Even though Howard had performed magnificently with Joe, I knew it wasn't going to work out like that most of the time. With the vast majority of men, Howard was always going to feel stressed and often humiliated. Yet, he loved it and so did I when he wasn't humiliated.

Once I thought about the problem, I knew what the solution was, and best of all, with the bonus money we had from the lawsuit, we had plenty of money to make the solution a reality. It took about three weeks to get all the work done and another week to get all the equipment in place.

At dinner on Thursday evening, I asked Howard if he wanted to give our plan its initiation this Saturday night?

"I'd love to. Are you sure, you're Ok with this?"

"More than just Ok. I'm going to love it as much as you will."

"Who's it going to be?"

"How would you like it to be the Senior partner of our law firm... my boss, Mr. Clay Morrison?"

"You think he'd go for it with the possibility of a sexual harassment suit?"

I lowered my dress to expose both tits. Howard stared and stared even harder when I pulled up my dress and spread my legs for him. "Wouldn't you be interested if you were Morrison, Honey?"

"Oh hell yes!"

"I think he will be too. He's been flirting with me for months. Of course, he hasn't gotten past first base, but this Saturday, I'll tell him you're out of town and he's going to get lucky. I'll invite him over at 9 PM."

"Will he spend the night?"

"I doubt it unless his wife's out of town, but if he does, we wont' have a problem, right?"

"Right."

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As I had expected, Clay arrived at 9 PM almost on the dot. When the doorbell rang, I cast a glance up at our loft overhanging our den where my husband was hiding. I gave him a "thumb's up" sign and blew him a kiss before calling out, "The door's open, Honey. Come on in. Your dinner is hot and waiting for you."

Even with my invitation, Morrison opened our door tentatively and stepped inside. Then, he saw me waiting for him wearing nothing but a black mesh, see-through negligee and heels. The stretchy material of my negligee molded my body like a second skin, and though it came all the way up to my neck, it concealed nothing. The mesh exposed every inch of my tits, nipples, and pussy.

The elastic mesh concealed nothing.

"Gawd Damn! You look fabulously hot sexy, Karla. If I were your husband there's no way I would leave you alone for an evening. You did say he's out of town for the day, didn't you?"

"Yep! All day... and all night. Got any ideas as to how we can pass the time, Mr. Morrison?"

"That's they sexiest outfit I think I've ever seen on a woman. Jezzzz!!"

"Get you hard, Honey?"

"Like stone. Lets see those big tits of yours."

"You're looking at them. You can see right through this thing I'm wearing."

"Yeah. But I want them out... naked."

"Like this, Honey?" I asked as I unzipped and pulled my top down.

Clay's answer was to unzip his pants and began stroking his big cock. "Oh fuck yes! God! What a rack you've got, Karla!"

"Look who's talking, Stud. Just look at the size of that huge dick! God. I want that... in me!"

Clay's cock was really awesome.

Of course, I knew exactly how big Clay's dick was... I should. It has been in me probably a 100 times, but I wanted to excite my husband by letting know how eager I was for Morrison to fuck me.

"Turn around! Show me your hot ass!"

"Do you always order women around like this?" I whispered as I slowly turned my back toward Clay and bent seductively over the table. As I did so, I arched my back and thrust my ass toward him.

"Only women I'm going to be fucking soon. Jesus! Your ass is as hot and sexy as your big tits."

I knew Howard was staring at my ass as hard as Clay was.

"I don't think that huge dick will fit inside my ass, Mr. Morrison," I whispered even though Morrison's cock had stretched my ass many times.

"I'll go slow, Karla. You'll love it. Now. Get naked. But leave the heels on. I like my women to be wearing heels when I fuck them."

It took much longer to get my mesh outfit over my hips and down my legs than it had taken just to pull it below my tits. But finally, I stepped out of the garment, picked it up off the floor being certain to bend over and give the men a clear view of my sex holes from behind.

I knew Clay's cock was rock-hard. I wondered if my husband's was too.

"I need to fuck you, Karla. If I don't get into you soon, I may shoot all over your carpet."

"I'm ready when you are, Lover."

"On the couch?"

"Of course not. Let's go to my bedroom. Don't your want to fuck me in my husband's bed?"

"Oh hell YES!"

"Then let's go, Baby." When I started up the stairs, I stopped and wiggled my butt at Clay. As I had expected, he quickly covered it with his hand. A moment after that, I groaned as two fingers sank into my cunt at almost the same time as his thumb pressed into my anus.

"AAaahhhhh fuck... uummmm.... ooohhh.. yesss..."

"Come on, Karla," he urged as he led me toward my bedroom with his fingers in both of my holes.

By the time we reached our bedroom, I knew Howard was now in the our secret adjoining room with the video and audio pickups on. I was certain that he was watching us through the one-way mirror over my vanity table. Stepping close to the mirror as if to adjust my hair, I puckered my lips in a silent kiss and winked at my husband. I also cupped both tits as if I were examining their reflection.

"Let me do that for you, Honey," Clay moaned as he moved behind me, circled my chest with his arms and replaced my hands with his own.

"Aaaahh... I love feeling your powerful hands on my tits, Lover. Heft them, Baby. Move them closer to the mirror... Oh yess... like that. MMmmmmm... Touch my nipples to the glass, Honey. Put a nipple print on the glass. AAaahhhhhhh!"

As my nipples touched the cool surface of the mirror, I just knew my husband was kissing them through the glass on the other side. The erotic thought was interrupted by the pressure of Clay's naked cock against the opening to my cunt.

"AAahhhhh fuck! You feel so damn big! Are you going to fuck me or just tease me with that big dick?"

"Bend forward, Slut. I'm going to fuck that hot hole so I can watch the reflection of your face when your cunt gets 8 inches of man meat rammed in balls deep."

As soon as I bent over, the crown of Clay's cock cleaved my sex slit, stretched me open, and entered my waiting hole.

"AAAaahhhhhh fuckkkk.... It's going innnnnnnnnnnnnnn.... uunnnthhh... give it to meeeeeeeeeee!"

"Do you like my big cock up your hot pussy, Karla?"

"I love it! Do it to me, Baby. Sink that thing into my cunt!" I wailed, not only for Clay's benefit but also for my husband's whom I knew was listening to every word. He was also watching all the action, not only through the one-way mirror, but also on all the video pickups hidden in the room. I knew my sexy husband probably had one of them zoomed on my cunt and Clay's big dick as it disappeared into my throbbing hole.

When I later saw the video of the evening, I saw that I had been right... Howard had had a great view.

"Ohhhh yesss... pound me, Stud! POUND MEEEEE! HARD! HARDER, DAMN YOU! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Morrison spent three hours in my bedroom before he had to leave around midnight because his wife was expecting him home from his "poker game". During at last two of those three hours, he had his cock in either my mouth, my cunt, or my ass. I had ridden his cock cowgirl and reverse cowgirl having several orgasms in each position. Of course, he had fucked me missionary several times during the evening. Just before he had to leave, he gave it to me in doggy position.

He was getting dressed to leave as I lay naked on the bed with my legs open and his semen sliding out of my pussy. Grinning at him, I asked, "Tell me, Honey... what are you going to do if your wife wants sex when get home?"

"She never wants sex this late."

"But what if she does... there's no way in hell you can get it up again. What are you going to do?"

"I'll just do what you women always do... tell her I have a headache. Don't get up. I can find my own way out. I loved it, Karla. Hope I get the chance to do this again some time... like when Howard's out of town again."

I continued to lie on the bed with my legs wide open. When I heard the front door open and close, I held my breath hoping that our secret room had solved my husband's stress and humiliation problem. I got my answer a minute later when Howard came in, stark naked and with a huge, throbbing erection.

Without a word, he got on the bed, mounted me, and rammed his cock into my wet, slippery hole. My legs flew up and back as I howled with delight.

"God damn! You're HARD! Like a fucking stone! Jesus! UUNNGHH! POUND IT, STUD. POUND MY CUNT! GGGHHAAAAAAAAA... My god... didn't you jack off while you watched?"

"UGH! UGH! UGH! HELL NO! AAAHHH... TAKE IT... OOOHHH SQUEEZE MY COCK, YOU HOT SLUT! I didn't want to jack off. I wanted to fuck you!"

"OH FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME, BABY. HARD!"

Somehow my husband managed to control his ejaculation until he had gotten me off twice. Then he grunted, shoved two fingers into my semen-filled and stretched asshole, and emptied his balls deep inside my pussy. It seemed to me like he continued to shoot volley after volley for almost a minute.

My legs fell away from his hips to the bed, but Howard's cock didn't seem to lose any of its hardness. "God! I've created a monster with that secret room," I thought. Before I even realized what was happening, he had turned me onto my side and was squatting over me driving his sex spike into me like an out-of-control jack hammer.

Howard fucked me like a raging bull.

"Oh Baby! Ram it into me... Harder.. aaaahhh... oohhhhh... yesss... fuck meeeeeee!! Fuck Me Hard!"

Again, I came several times before I felt my husband drive his rod deep into my pussy, hold it there right against my womb, and begin spewing several more streams of semen right into the opening. This time, his cock finally did lose some of its rigidity, but not all.

When he pulled his shaft out of my vagina, he rolled onto his back and gave me a two-word, no-nonsense order: "SUCK IT!!"

I was hissing with female pleasure when I scrambled onto his body, took possession of his dick with one hand, and engulfed the head and four more inches with my mouth. Almost instantly, I could feel him regaining his erection. Just feeling him throbbing inside my mouth was going to make me climax.

Just sucking my hot satyr husband was about to get me off.

"Finger your clit, Karla. Make yourself cum while you suck me!" he ordered.

I was sucking his entire length down my throat when I drove three fingers into my cum-drenched pussy. I came almost immediately, and was close to another orgasm when Howard jerked his cock out of my mouth and this time gave me just a one-word order. "MOUNT!!"

As soon was I had straddled his thighs, he grasped my buttocks, held me in position, and drove his cock into me with hard, masculine authority. I exploded in another screaming orgasm.

Howard's cock stretched me even wider than Morrison's had. He wasn't as long as Clay, but he was thicker, and I was going crazy on my husband's rampant cock.

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After that first night with Clay, we used our secret room once or twice a week. Three weeks after he had watched Morrison fucking me, he relaxed in the large lounge chair in our secret room and watched as two black studs serviced me. When they left around 11 PM, Howard was a wild man. It was 4 AM before he let me go to sleep, and even then, his cock was still inside my pussy. It was soft, but I knew it wouldn't be long before Howard would be fucking me again.

At the start of the second month, my husband and I were talking about all the hot sex that we had enjoyed in our bedroom and our secret room when he suddenly said, "You know, this really isn't fair to you."

"What are you talking about? What's not fair to me?"

"I'm always the one who gets to enjoy the secret room. I get to watch the sex from every possible angle on all the videos getting hotter and hotter until your lover or lovers leave, and then I get the hottest sex on the planet. So far, you haven't gotten to use the secret room at all. This next Saturday, that's going to change."

"Oh? Really? How's that?" I asked more than a little surprised.

"I've got a date with Ann Miller... your best friend. I've told you that you'll be visiting your sister. I also told her that I've wanted to fuck her for years. So, next Saturday when her husband goes out for his bowling league and his night with the boys, she coming over here, and I'm going to fuck her sexy brains out. And you, my sexy, hot wife are going to be in the secret room watching."

"Are you telling me that you never fucked Ann the entire three months I was gone?"

"Don't be naive, Karla. Of course I fucked her. Usually three or four times a week, but you didn't get to watch. Now you will."

"Oh my god! I've fantasized about watching you fuck that slut for ages. Ohhhh god... I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I need to be fucked, Honey. Now. Please."

"When I finish. Before Ann leaves next Saturday night, I'm going to ask her if she would like to have a threesome with you and me. You won't get to watch from our secret room that night, but I'm going to enjoy fucking the two hottest women on the planet in every one of their hot holes."

"You dirty, depraved Bastard! Fucking my best friend... then fucking me... back and forth... that big, thick cock stretching our holes. That's so fucking hot!"

"GET NAKED. NOW! LEAVE THE HEELS ON!"

"Oh god, Yes!" My clothes flew in all directions. My naked body shuddered when my husband pushed two fingers into my slippery pussy and led me to our bedroom pulling me along behind him by my cunt. Once inside our bedroom, I was ordered to lie on my back, arms up over my head, with my legs up, straight out, and spread wide.

I was so hot and ready, my clit was already throbbing.

When Howard was satisfied with my positioning, he asked, "What do you want?"

"Your cock... in me... fucking me!"

"In your cunt?"

"Yes!"

"Or maybe in your ass hole?

"YES! Any hole. Just put it in me!"

"I going to fuck both of your holes... all night!"

"OOOhhhhh god.... I'm cumminggg!!"

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