Mistress by RLM

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Anne:


  Daren was impatient.  It was already nearly 8 PM, and he had
been waiting for Anne to finish getting dressed and putting on
her make up for almost an hour.  "Shit... same old crap every
time we go out," he cursed quietly.  "Just another fucking
example of Daren's first law of women," he thought.   "The longer
it takes them to dress and get ready, the more overdressed and
prudish they're going to be."

  Daren had formulated his empirical law several years previously
and, to date, had seen no exceptions to it.  "The really hot ones
just pull on a tight sweater, a short mini skirt, slip into a
pair of heels, fluff up their hair, and they're ready to party. 
The prudes spend two hours in a beauty shop having their hair
done and then woe betide the poor male who dares to suggest sex
that would muss up the hairdo.  This is then followed by another
two hours selecting just the right full bra and panties, the
right shade of pantyhose, the color-coordinated slip... just in
case a little bit should happen to show below their knee-length
dress,  which will also take 20 minutes to a half hour to
select."

  By Daren's calculations, Anne should be selecting her dress
about this time... Another 20 minutes to go.  He poured himself a
second bourbon and soda and settled down to wait.

  When his wife emerged from the bedroom 22 minutes later, Daren
checked his watch, saw his prediction was within two minutes of
being exact, and muttered, "Damn, I'm good.  I should publish a
book for young men thinking about getting married... I could make
a fucking fortune."­

  "I'm ready to go, Daren.  How do I look?"  She posed for me in
a very attractive, and very expensive dress.  Unfortunately, it
came all the way to her knees, was loose-fitting, and exposed
only a small hint of her large breasts.  "How do you like it from
the back, Honey?"  My wife turned, and I had to admit the view
from the back was sexy in spite of the length of the dress and
lack of cleavage.

  "The dress is beautiful, Anne, but I like your body a lot more
than any dress.  Why don't you wear dresses that show more of
your legs and breasts?"

  "I know you want that, Honey, but I just don't feel comfortable
in clothes like that."

  "How do you know?  You've never done it... ever.  At least, not
that I know of."

  "I just don't think I could do it."

  "Would you try it once... if nothing else, just to please me?"

  "I'll consider it, but I just don't think I could do that. 
Can't we go out for dinner with Martin and Barbara, Honey, and
then come home and make love.  I'll show you all of my body when
we get home... promise," Anne said with her best seductive smile.


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  As Daren drove toward Martin and Barbara's home, I was deep in
thought.  I knew that my husband wasn't pleased with the dress I
had selected even though I thought I looked pretty good in it.  I
also knew that what he really wanted was for me to choose clothes
that showed off more of my body, particularly my breasts and my
legs.  He also wanted the clothes to be tight and form-fitting so
that the shape of my ass and the part of my breasts that were
still covered were fully revealed.
  I had to admit to myself that the thought of wearing such
clothes did excite me, but it seemed so slutty... so dirty...
that I just couldn't bring myself to wear anything like that...
even in the privacy of our own home.

  After eight years of my refusing all of his requests, I wasn't
surprised that Daren was screwing several women on the side.  I
had never caught him, but my friends had clued me in.  I often
wondered how my husband managed the stamina because he was always
ready to pleasure me whenever I gave him a few subtle hints.  In
fact, quite often, he would take me to bed even when I hadn't
given him any indication that I wanted sex, and he was always
great.  I couldn't remember a single time with him that he hadn't
brought me to at least one intense climax.

  It wasn't that I didn't like sex... in fact, I loved it.  I
just couldn't let myself go the way my husband wanted me to.  He
often angered me by continuously asking me to be more sensuous
and sexy in public.  But when we were alone, it was a different
matter.  I could not remember a single time that my husband
complained about my performance in the privacy of our bedroom. 
And, unknown to my sexy husband, when I was alone, I did a lot of
sexy things.

  I couldn't keep from smiling to myself at the memory of what I
had done earlier this afternoon.  It had started in my bathtub as
I bathed for the party tonight.  At one point, the water had
completely covered my body except for my large breasts that
floated on the surface.  I had been fantasizing dirty things and
my nipples were hard and thrusting above the water.

  Beneath the water, I had my legs open.  When I arched my hips,
I could see my shaved pussy and the open slit in the center.  The
more I had thought about how a lot of men would like to be seeing
what I was seeing, the hotter I got.  Finally, I was running my
hands down the length of my body... over and over again.

  Daren had asked me to masturbate for him many, many times, but
I couldn't do anything that dirty in front of my husband.  When I
masturbated, I was always thinking about hot, dirty sex, and he
would surely know that .
  But I was alone then, and I could feel my pussy getting wet as
in my mind's eye, I saw another man watching me while I pleasured
myself.   Oh... it had felt soooo good when rubbed my hand over
my wet tits and belly, and then let it move downward onto my
mound.  I remembered myself moaning as I rubbed harder just above
my clitoris.  The man watching continued to stroke his erection
and give me directions as to what I was to do to myself next.

  I had done that for as long as I could stand it.  Finally, I
had to have more... more!  I had almost cum when I let my fingers
trace over the opening of my vagina.  I smiled secretly again
knowing that I hadn't thought of it as my vagina... it was my
cunt.  "Cunt!"  "Cunt!"  I knew men loved women to use that word.
 When I wanted to really excite my husband, all I had to do was
call it my cunt, and he would go wild.  And, of course, the man
watching me had ordered me to call it my cunt.

  I recalled that my hips had been arched well off the bottom of
the tub by the time my fingers had begun caressing the swollen
lips of my cunt.  When I moved them upward to my hard, protruding
clitoris, it was like an electric shock surging through my body.
My entire body was throbbing... the muscles of my belly knotted
into a hard ridge as my hips had pumped up and down in wild fuck
motions.
  When it had gotten too intense, I had squeezed my thighs
together, trapping my hand against my hot sex trench.  All I had
to do was just move one of my fingers against my swollen clit and
the pleasure would just flash through my body.

  The man wanted a better view so he could see my cunt throbbing
as I fucked it with my fingers.  He ordered me to release the
water from the tub.  I was sobbing with excitement when I had
flipped up the lever that allowed the water to drain from the
tub.  By the time it was empty, I knew I couldn't wait any
longer.

  At the end... just before I came, I was sobbing and gasping as
I worked my convulsing clitoris harder and harder.  At the same
time, my other hand was on my tits, squeezing and pulling my
engorged nipples.  The man was kneeling at the foot of my bed,
jerking his cock hard and fast as he stared between my wide-open
thighs.
  When the sensations peaked, and I knew I was going to cum, I
jammed two fingers inside my cunt ... as deeply as they would
go.. and fucked myself while imagining that it was the hot stud
ramming my hole.

  It was like an explosion when I came.  My juices just squirted
out of my convulsing hole... again and again... as I screamed at
the top of my lungs, and the man's jerking cock ejaculated huge
streams of cum all over my body.

  After I had done my makeup and hair, and was once again in my
bedroom thinking about the party to come, I was still excited. 
Before I knew it, I was naked on the bed with my legs wide open
once more masturbating furiously.  When I was almost there, I
knew I had to do it.  Forcing my fingers to stop, I hurried to my
closet, got my double-pronged vibrator out of its hiding place,
and raced back to the bed.

  Turning it on high, I shoved the big cylinder far up my cunt
and pressed the smaller vibrator against my clit.  I lasted less
than a minute before my cunt was once more contracting in hard
spasms.  I had to grin as I remember how I had lain there, my
chest heaving from the intense orgasm, wondering if my husband
would think I was a conservative,  prudish housewife if he seen
me pleasuring myself.

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Martin and Barbara

  "This is a really nice place, Martin," I commented.  Daren
agreed by nodding his head..  "How did you find it?" I asked.

  As Martin was taking a swallow of his drink, Barbara responded.
 "We came here once with Mike and Lynn."

  "You know, I haven't seen Mike and Lynn for several months now.
 Did they move away?"

  Barbara grinned slyly as she said, "Not sure.  I heard that
Mike caught Lynn swimming naked in their pool with one of his
friends."

  "Really!" I gasped.

  Martin chimed in with, "In the pool?  Wild.  What was the
matter with the bed?  And besides that, how come you knew this
but I didn't?"

  "Well first of all," Barbara said reproachfully, "they were
just swimming, that's all I heard.  I don't know that they were
actually fucking.  And as to the other, women talk... actually a
lot more than most men realize."

  Now it was my husband's turn to add his two cents worth. 
"That's for damn sure!  And I don't know any men who would just
swim naked with a fox like Lynn and not fuck her.  I've got a
hundred bucks says he was nailing her in the pool!"

  Martin laughed, obviously wanting no part of that bet. 
Finally, Barbara added, "Well, anyway, Mike and Lynn are
divorced.  Mike left town and Lynn's got a new job."

  "As an escort," Daren asked with a leer.

  Barbara grinned, "No, but that's probably close.  She's working
in a massage parlor."

  The men nodding with knowing looks at each other, but I wasn't
quite sure what Barbara meant.  "Massage parlor?  You mean like a
physical fitness center... aerobics and exercise... that sort of
thing?"

  "My god, Daren, doesn't your wife know anything about the big
bad world?"  Turning to me, she said, "The massage parlors are
places where women undress men and then massage their bodies all
over... and I mean... ALL OVER!  For a fee, of course."

  "You mean ... like they actually masturbate them?"

   "Yeah... that and more.  I'm sure Lynn is doing very well
financially... much better than when she was with Mike, that's
for certain."

  "Hey... let's change the topic.  In fact, how about a little
wife swap?  I'd love to dance your beautiful wife, Daren.  That
ok?"

  "Ask her... not me, Buddy."

  Martin looked at me with the question written on his face.  I
rose and put my arm through his for my answer.  As Martin pulled
me into his arms and pressed our bodies together, I felt a little
surge of excitement.  My excitement increased when I felt his
erection growing.

  As we danced, I couldn't stop thinking about Lynn and the
massage parlors.  I wondered if Daren had ever gone to one and
had a woman jack him off or maybe more.  She thought about Lynn
undressing a lot of men, rubbing their bodies, getting them hard,
and then playing with their pricks ... jacking them off... making
them cum.  Maybe she sucked them when they were about to shoot..
or mounted them and let them cum inside her pussy.
  Suddenly, I felt Martin's very hard erection pressing against
my mound.  That, plus all the thoughts about the massage parlor,
had my pussy rapidly spilling fluids into my panties.  In
addition, I realized that his hand had moved from my back down to
the top of my ass.  Then it moved lower... right onto my ass
where it began to stroke me in slow, sensuous circles.

  It felt good... very good... and very naughty.  But then, it
wasn't serious... just a warm gesture by a good friend. 
Nevertheless, I quickly looked around to see if Daren was
watching.  He wasn't.  My husband and Barbara were also dancing
and neither was paying the slightest bit of attention to what I
was doing with Martin.  Barbara had her arms locked about his
neck and my husband's hands were in the same place as Martin's
were... all over Barbara's shapely ass.

  I had to stifle a moan when I felt Martin's hands cupping both
of my buttocks and pressing me even harder against his erection.
I wondered if Barbara had my husband's cock hard... then I knew
that was a stupid question... of course he was hard... just like
Martin was.

  My thoughts were abruptly pulled away from what Barbara and
Daren were doing back to my own situation when I felt Martin
beginning to slowly grind his erection into my mound.  "He wants
to fuck me," I thought.  The thought caused my pussy to throb.  I
shocked myself by pressing my pussy against his grinding cock.

  Before the dance ended, I thought that Martin might take me
outside to the parking lot.  I wondered if I would let him fuck
me if he did.  Maybe he wouldn't ask... just bend me over the
trunk of a car and fuck me.  God!  By the time, Martin escorted
me back to our table, my pussy was a swamp.  I could smell my
arousal.

  When I sat down, I noticed that Barbara's face was as flushed
as mine.  She looked over and noticed the same thing about me. 
We smiled, each of us knowing that our panties were soaked and
that we were both ready.  Unfortunately, men are not nearly as
perceptive as women, and neither husband realized just how hot we
were.  As a result, the evening ended with a brief kiss on our
lips, mine administered by Martin, Barbara's by Daren.

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  Once we were home, we were both too excited and hot to make it
to our bedroom.  I pulled off Daren's shirt as he unzipped my
dress.  Stepping back, I slowly lowered my dress over my tits,
then over my hips, and down my legs to the floor.  My excited
husband never took his eyes off me ... even as he continued
stripping down to just his pants, which were tented by his hard
cock.

  My voice was a hoarse whisper of passion when I told him to lie
down on the couch.  He followed my instructions as I pushed the
ottoman against the couch and crawled toward him, my tits almost
falling out of my bra.  He moaned when I pulled his pants and
briefs down releasing his strong, throbbing erection.

  As I ran my hands up and down his prick, I felt like one of the
women giving a sexual massage.  Barbara had told me that the
women usually started the massage wearing just bra, panties,
stockings, and heels ... exactly what I was wearing.  In my
fantasy, Daren became a customer and I was the hot woman who was
going to get him off.  The thought was making my cunt throb and
soaking my panties even more than they already were.
  "What me to suck it, Honey?"  My husband could only grunt and
nod his head.  "It's an extra $50 if I suck... Ok?"

  "Oh Gawd!  Do it, you hot slut!"  As soon as I lowered my mouth
over his rod, Daren groaned with hot pleasure.  I loved it...
just loved it.  I pushed more cock into my mouth, and he moaned
even louder.  His hips began to pump his cock back and forth. 
When I tightened my lips about him, his head snapped back and a
deep, masculine growl of pleasure escaped from his lungs.  My
cunt was gushing in response.
  My hot husband unsnapped my bra and began fondling my tits,
rubbing my nipples and pulling them, something that he knew
always turned me on.  I continued to stroke and suck his pulsing
shaft.  "Oh god... what would it be like to jerk off and suck a
lot of different men like this... to make them all shoot," I
thought as Daren's cock thrust against my face.
  As my excitement grew, I heard myself asking, "Honey... did you
enjoy dancing with Barbara tonight?"

  "Of course.  Didn't you enjoy dancing with Martin?"

  "I loved it.  It was so erotic.  I was afraid you'd be angry. 
He had his hands on my ass.  Did you see that?"

  "MMMmm... yeah."

  "Did it excite you to see my ass being stroked like that?"

  "Oh hell yes!"

  "Were you doing the same thing to Barbara?"

  "Un-huh," he moaned as his fingers slipped under my panties and
then into my pussy... no... into my cunt.

  "Did she get hot when you did that to her?"

  "I think so... did you?"

  "Yes... very hot.  I need you to fuck me now, Honey...  Don't
make love to me.  Just fuck me!  Hard and fast... and then do it
to me again.  Please... hurry.  I'm about to cum on your fingers
and I want to cum on your cock, Lover."

  Jumping off the ottoman, I stripped off my sodden panties,
pushed my surprised, but very pleased husband, onto his back and
mounted him with my thighs straddling his hips.  I looked into
his eyes and moaned, "I'm going to fuck you tonight... Is that
Ok?"

  "Oh hell yes... stick me into your hot cunt, Honey."

  Reaching back, I aligned my husband's thick sex spike with my
opening and sank down his throbbing shaft.  Slowly... very
slowly... I let my sex sheathe slid down his rod until I felt the
swollen head bang into my womb.  Leaning forward, I ground my
clit hard against his pubic bone.

  "AAAAHHHHHHHHH GOD DAMN!  I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMM... FUCK YOUR HOT
WIFE, HONEY!"  I screeched in a voice I hardly recognized as my
own.  It had to belong to one of the whores in a massage parlor.

  Daren wrapped his arms about me and hammered his cock in and
out of my contracting vagina making me come again.  Every time I
moved, he pushed his cock deep inside my pussy, grinding hard
against my clit and massaging my G-spot.  My sex fluids were
gushing out of my vagina now... coating his cock and letting it
move easily inside me.  The sex sounds were incredibly erotic.
  Right in the middle of the intense sex, just as I felt myself
rising toward another hard climax, I imagined that it was Martin
fucking me... that it was his cock slamming into me... making me
cum.  That thought caused my clit to go into hard convulsive
contractions.

  "OHHHHH god... OOOHHHH FUCK MEEEEEEEEE, BABY... FUCK MEEEEEE...
I'M ABOUT TO CUM AGAIN... AAAGGGGHHHHHHH..!!!"

  "Martin" slammed his hard meat deep into my erupting hole
ordering me to move my ass faster.  I couldn't stop wailing as my
vagina just continued to convulse in one intense spasm after
another.
   "uunnggh...aaahh.   unnggh...aaahh  aahhhh  aahhhhh 
aaahhhhh... more.. more.. don't stop, Honey... oohhh please...
don't stop... fuck me more...fuck ... fuck.. oohhh fuck it...
fuck it.... fuck it.." I heard myself begging.

  "Martin" began to power fuck me with hard, driving thrusts
delivered machine-gun style into my throbbing hole.
  Leaning forward, I hissed, "Fuck me harder, deeper, Stud.  But
you have to hurry... Our time is almost up... I have to service a
lot of other men tonight."

  Daren's response was immediate.  His cock jerked like a live
snake inside my cunt.  He fucked me hard... it felt like I was
mounted on a fucking machine.  I came... then I came again just
as my husband shot his load into my hot hole.

  Later, as I lay across my husband's still quivering body, our
breaths coming in hard, deep gasps, I wondered if he had been
fantasizing that it was Barbara's cunt he was fucking.  To ease
my conscience, I hoped it was.

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Naamah Debura:
  It was a Monday morning, and Daren wondered what new problems
were going to arise this week.  Being Vice-President of personnel
for the company could be a tiring and distressing job at times. 
Of course, the salary was outstanding and the perks weren't bad
at all.  One of which was that there seemed to be a nearly
unending supply of attractive women who were interested in either
in getting an entry level position, increasing their salary, or
moving up the corporate ladder in position and responsibility as
well as salary.  Almost 100% of these women understood how things
worked in a company.  Basically, the bottom line was quid pro quo
... something for something.  The "something" the women wanted
was either the position, salary, or promotion.  The "something"
Daren wanted was their cunts on a frequent, demand basis.
  His Executive Assistant, Joan Chambers, was efficient and
knowledgeable about the operation of the company.  She was also
fiercely loyal and kept her mouth shut.  For the first two years,
Daren had fucked her on a regular basis, usually twice a week or
so.  However, when Joan found a man she really liked and wanted
to marry, she had told him forthrightly that she loved working
for the company and as his executive assistant, but the sex had
to end as she didn't want to mess up her marriage.
  The next day, Daren had come into her office, given her a warm
kiss, and a wedding gift of $2,000.  Since that day, they had
remained close friends and business associates but had never
again been intimate.  
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  It was about 9 AM when Joan buzzed me.  "You have a young
woman, a Miss Naamah Debura,  who would like to apply for a
position as a sales rep.  If possible, I think you should work
her into your schedule today."  That last phrase was our secret
signal which meant the young woman was beautiful and looked like
she might be interested in "quid pro quo".
  "I have some time right now, Joan.  Would you show Miss Debura
in please."

  When Miss Debura entered and took a seat by the side of my
desk, I felt mesmerized.  To be certain, the woman was incredibly
attractive.  Her long, black, straight hair was draped over her
shoulders.  The long-sleeve, tan blouse hugged her body like it
were painted on.  The short, black miniskirt she wore just barely
covered her ass when she entered.  She bare-legged and wore
strapped, black sandals with a 4-inch heel.   Her breasts were
small, perhaps 34B, but they were firm and her nipples were
outlined perfectly by the tight blouse.  I saw immediately that
they were both hard.

  Her face was attractive, but not awesomely beautiful.  But I
couldn't take my eyes off her face... it was almost hypnotic.  I
had seen many women far more beautiful... more sensuous...
sexier...  than Miss. Naamah Debura, but none of them...none...
had entranced me like this woman was doing.  I couldn't remember
any woman... no matter how sexy and beautiful... giving me a near
instant erection the first time I saw her.  But as I stared at
this women, my cock was rigid ... a steel bar of hot desire.  I
wanted to throw her to the floor and fuck her right then... right
there.  Only her hypnotic stare kept me locked in my chair.

  "Miss Debura... Miss Naamah Debura.  Is that correct?"  I
asked.

  "Yes... you even pronounced the names correctly.  You're one of
the few that do, Mr. Bredlow."  She crossed her legs revealing a
flash of her panties in the process and then a long expanse of
bare thigh that extended up almost to her panties.  I couldn't
tear my eyes away from the those long, bare legs.

  Naamah smiled knowingly.  "I'm pleased that a man like you
finds my legs attractive, Mr. Bredlow.  Naturally, I hoped that
you would since that would give me a better chance to obtain a
sales rep position with your company."

  Trying to recover from her spell, I said sternly, "We don't
generally hire sales reps because they have attractive legs, Ms.
Debura."

  "I'm sure you don't, Mr. Bredlow.  But I'm also certain that
you do hire sales reps who are able to gain a man's full
attention... almost entrance men at the first meeting.  In your
position, I'm sure you already have an estimate of how much
business I will bring to your company."

  "You do have that quality about you, I admit.  In fact, I can't
quite get over it.  Amazing.  Really."

  "So do I have the position?  On a trial basis, of course."

  "Yes.. yes.  On a trial basis.  It's a six-weeks evaluation
period."

  "That's is perfectly satisfactory," Naamah said with an
hypnotic smile that had my head spinning.  "I would like to begin
work in the morning.  Is that possible?"

  "Yes.. yes.. of course."  Again, I was so stunned that I was
almost stammering.  "May I ask you a question?"

  "Of course... this is, after all, an interview."

  "Your name... "Naamah" is very unusual.  I've never heard it
before.  Would you mind telling me how you came by that name and
what it means?"

  "The first is not a problem.  My mother liked to read old books
and she liked the unusual.  She saw the name somewhere,
remembered it, and gave it to me when I was born.  As to what it
means, I don't know."

  "Fair enough... Thank you."

  "Good ... good.  Thank you.  Now that I have the position, and
we're acquainted, do you want to fuck me?"

  Once more, this woman stunned me.  I recovered enough to say,
"Of course I want to fuck you... you already know that."

  "I thought you might... and I was hoping you would."

  As I stared at her legs, they began to open... slowly.  My cock
couldn't possibly get any harder, but her open display of hot
sensuality had me throbbing.  I wondered if I would cum in my
pants.

  "Don't worry, Daren... may I call you Daren?"  I nodded. 
"Wonderful... don't worry, Daren, I have no intention of making
you cum in your pants, but I do want you see more of me."

  Her legs spread even wider, until, finally, they were wide
apart giving me a perfect unobstructed view of the white, nearly
transparent panties that were pulled tightly against her cunt. 
She rose, shutting off the erotic view, and moved toward me. 
Sitting in my lap, she pressed her mouth against mine... her
tongue entering and exploring.  At the same time, her hand
wrapped about my engorged, throbbing member.

  "MMMmmmmmm... big... so fucking big... and so hard... I love to
be fucked by big, hard cocks.  It makes me feel so.... so...
womanly."  She kissed me again.  Pulling back slightly, she
whispered, "I can take all of you, Daren in anyone of my holes. 
All eight inches of you... in my cunt... in my ass ... in my
mouth... all of you.  How often will you fuck me, Mr. Bredlow?

  "Often... everyday, at least at first.

  "Oh yes.. I hoped you would use me every day.  And what about
your beautiful wife, Daren?"

  "What about her?" I asked, now worried.

  "If I'm going to be working with and under you for a long time,
I'd like to have her involved as well.  I enjoy women as well as
men."

  I had to laugh at that.  Naamah was not pleased.  "Why do you
find that funny?"

  "I'm sorry.  I was just laughing because you obviously don't
know my wife very well.  What you want is just not possible... at
least not with Anne."

  "You say that like you don't think that your wife enjoys hot
sex.  Is that really right?"

  "No.  I didn't mean to suggest that she doesn't like sex, but
she only does it with me, and she refuses essentially every thing
that is remotely kinky.  And having a threesome with you and me
would be, in her estimation, more that just a little kinky."

  "That's somewhat hard to believe.  I'm not suggesting that
you're lying, Daren, but I think you're mistaken.  Don't other
men fuck your wife?"
  "No.  Of course not."

  "Really?  That is even harder to believe.  Would you mind if
she screwed other men?"

  "Yeah... probably."

  "Do you think she wants to?  Or that she's at least thought
about it?"

  "I don't know if she wants to, but she does think about it...
Doesn't everyone?"

  "Of course they do.  So don't you think she might like to join
us in some really hot sex?"

  "No.  I've been married to Anne for eight years.  She's just
too uptight to do anything like that.  I know.  I've tried."

  "Frankly, I think you're wrong.  Wouldn't you like it if she
would?"

  "I suppose I would, but it's just not possible"

  "Maybe I could make her see things very differently.  Do you
mind if I talk to her?"

  "And tell her about all the women I've had?  Thanks, but no
thanks."

  "I'm not going to tell her anything about that, but I would bet
a huge sum of money that she already knows.  I just want to talk
to her, see what her problems are."

  This entire conversation was making me extremely nervous, and I
wasn't certain as to what I should do or say.  It was easily the
weirdest conversation I had ever had with anyone.  Apparently,
Naamah could see my indecision.
  "I'll tell you what, Daren.  You agree to let me talk to your
wife, and then we'll fuck right now... right here in your
office."

  When I didn't immediately respond, Naamah removed her blouse
and dropped it on the floor.  Her breasts were firm, her nipples
hard.  "My breasts are small, Daren, but they're very sensitive.
If a man works on my nipples, it makes me cum in just minutes. 
You'll love making me cum like that... over and over."

  "I don't know what it is about you, Naamah, but I got hard as
soon as I saw you, and I've stayed hard.  Seeing your tits is
getting me so hard, it hurts."

  "Good.  I love a man who gets hard and stays hard.  Do you like
my ass, Daren?"  She unzipped and pushed her miniskirt down to
the crease of her ass.  Turning halfway away from me, she bent
over slightly, looked back, and said, "You'll love fucking me in
the ass, Honey.  I'm very tight there and you won't believe how
hard I climax with a man's cock in my ass."

  "Oh god... put your leg up on the desk so I can see your cunt."

  Naamah grinned.  "Can I talk to your wife?  Quid pro quo,
Darling... you open up the path to your wife for me, and I'll
open up the path to my cunt for you."

  I was already taking off my clothes as I groaned... "Ok ...
ok.. anything.  I've got to fuck you.  Now!"

  Naamah raised her knee up onto the desk, bent over, and pulled
her ass cheek open with her hand.  The shining lips of her moist
cunt gaped wide open ... ready... waiting... almost begging a man
to enter.  Right above was the dark hole of her anus.  Smaller,
but still open enough that it was obvious that it had been
entered many times in the past.

  She held the position as I removed the last of my clothes. 
When I pulled down my briefs to reveal my engorged, 8-inch cock,
that was throbbing and leaking a small stream of fluid from the
tip, she hissed, "Oohhhh yessss... THAT is a cock.  God!  You
have to promise me that when you put it in my ass, you will go
slowly so that the pain will be small.  Once you're in me, you
can fuck me as hard as you like, Lover."

  Naamah mounted the desk, turned onto her back, and spread
herself wide open.  "Is this the way you want me for our first
fucking, Daren?"  She steepled one knee, spread the other far to
the side, and pulled her pussy lips wide open with her fingers.
  "The desk is too high.  Get on the couch... on your back.  Legs
up and spread."

  Naamah moved with cat-like smoothness and agility to the couch
where she reclined on her back.  Smiling seductively, she raised
her left leg high in the air until her heel pointed straight at
the ceiling.  "Am I spread wide enough, Daren?"

  "No.  Move your other leg to the side.  Open yourself
completely."

  "Mmmmmmm... I love men who make me open myself for their
cocks."

  With much less smoothness and agility, I scrambled onto the
couch and moved between Naamah's open legs.  Moving over her, I
fisted my engorged, throbbing cock and aligned the swollen head
with her wet opening.  But just before I thrust into her depths,
she put her hand on my chest stopping me.

  "What's the matter?" I asked, afraid she had changed her mind.

  "Before you fuck me, I must tell you my conditions."

  "What conditions?"

  "I see you do not have on a condom.  Good.  I do not permit
condoms inside my cunt.  Only bare cocks go there."

  "Oh hell yes.  I love that condition."

  "Of course you do.  All men do.  But you must also hear the
remaining two conditions.  The second is that you do not
withdraw... ever.  If you fuck my cunt, you cum inside my cunt. 
If you fuck my ass, you cum inside my ass, and finally if you use
my mouth, that is where your load goes.  Understand?"

  "It's crystal clear, Baby... and I am in love with your
conditions!"

  "There is one more.  It is not a condition... just a fact that
I want you to know.  At the moment, I'm fertile.  Now fuck me,
Stud.  Hard... deep.. and shoot it inside my fertile pussy,
Lover.  GIVE IT TO ME!  NOW!"  She wrapped her legs around my
hips and pulled me into her body.  My cock sank into her open,
waiting pussy.  I groaned, and Naamah howled like banshee.

  Her cunt was unbelievably hot and tight... her vagina locked
around my cock and squeezed me sensuously as I slid in and out of
her molten depths.  I had never, ever felt a woman do that.  It
was fantastic.

  The harder I slammed my cock into Naamah's throbbing cunt, the
harder she squeezed me with her legs.  At first, they were locked
around my hips.  Each time, I thrust into her hot hole, she
arched her ass upward to ram her vagina around my plunging rod.
  "UGH!  UGH!  UGH!  Oh Fuck Yes! Daren.  Ram it in, Baby.  Oh
god damn... what a cock... stretching meeeeeeeeee....
aaaahhhhhhhhh....  you have no idea how good that feels to a
woman... bang it ... bang my cunt, Lover... I'm gonna
cummmmmmmmmm!"

  Sweat was pouring off my face and dripping onto her contorted
face as she climaxed around my dick.  The convulsions... the hard
contractions of her vagina were like nothing I had ever felt
before.  Somehow, I managed to hold back my orgasm.
  Her legs now rose higher on my body until they were circled
around my chest.  The position had her bent almost double with
her hot pulsing cunt hole pointed almost at the ceiling allowing
me fuck straight down into the waiting sex hole.

  "Screw me, Honey... Fuck me... Cum in me.  Breed me, Daren. 
NOW!"

  "UUGGGHHHHHH!  UUGGHHHHH!  UGGGHHHHH!"  Grunt after grunt
erupted from my lungs and with each grunt, my buttocks contracted
hard and spewed thick streams cum into the bottom of Naamah's
cunt.

  Halfway through my orgasm, she hissed, "You hot dirty
bastard... making me cum again...aaahhhhhhhhh....oh shit... I'm
cummingggg!!"

  It was obvious that she was cumming.  Her vagina milked
me...literally milked my cock sucking more and more semen from my
erupting balls.  When she felt my spurts ebbing, she whispered
hotly in my ear.  "Now my ass, Daren.  My asshole!  Flip me over
and ram my asshole!  But go easy until you're in me, and then
fuck me hard and fast."

  When I pulled my rod out of her cunt, two thick strands of my
semen mixed with her vaginal secretions formed long ropes between
her hot hole and my cock.  When I was a foot away, the strands
broke coating her thighs and the couch, and another blob of semen
belched from her cunt.

  "That's my plan, Naamah, but you're going to have to give me
some time to recover and get my "second wind" so to speak."

  "That's not going to be a problem, Lover."
  Naamah pushed me onto my back and pressed her body against me.
As her lips and mouth crushed over mine, her hands and tits were
busy stroking and caressing every inch of my body.  When her lips
pulled away, her tongue joined in the sensuous stroking.  Slowly,
the tongue worked downward covering every inch... essentially
giving me a tongue bath.  Soon, it arrived at my semi-hard penis.
 She devoured it.

  Her lips locked firmly around the shaft as they moved the
entire length of my slowly recharging rod... up and down... all
the way.  At the same time, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me
hard.  Her hands were now on my butt... her fingers probing my
anus.

  As I got harder, my penis became a growing cock... soon the
head was pushing into her throat.  She took it all without
pausing... even when my hips began thrusting.  Contented sighs of
pleasure came from Naamah as the thick shaft drove deep into her
throat.  She kept her fingers moving within my ass and her mouth
wide open as I continued fucking her throat.  After ten minutes,
I was iron-hard once again.

  She pulled her mouth off my rigid shaft and hissed,  "NOW! 
You're cock feels like a steel bar.  Turn me over... my ass...
fuck my ass.  I need your cock up my ass.... now... Please. 
Don't make me wait any longer."

  Once she was on her knees, she lowered her head to couch and
reached back with both hands to pull open her ass cheeks and
expose her hole.  "In my asshole, Hurry!  ASS FUCK INTO
MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

  Being mindful of her warning, I pressed my cock gently against
her hole and worked it back and forth wetting her, making her
slick and ready.  When her hole was thoroughly lubed, I pushed
and the hole stretched around my cock head.

  "OOHHHHH GAWD!  YOU'RE SO FUCKING HUGE!"

  I pushed again.  Once more, Naamah wailed and groaned until I
stopped and backed off.  The woman was now panting.  Each time my
cock touched her ass, she pulled away... trying to escape.  The
second time she did this, I gave her two hard slaps... the first
on her right buttock, the second on her left.  Two deep red hand
prints marked her ass cheeks.

  "Ooohhhh noo... aaaahhh... hurts... that hurts...
please...don't.. DON'T!"

  Again I pushed my swollen cock against her anus and worked half
of the head into her hole stretching it to twice its normal size.
 "oh god... oh god... oh god... hurts.. hurts... aaaaahhhhhh ...
hurts."

  I pushed more cock into her until I almost had the head inside
her ass.  Again, she pulled away... moving to the end of the
divan to escape.  I spanked her several times as she screeched
and begged.  "If you do that again, Naamah, your ass gets my belt
the next time.  Keep your ass in place... understand!"

  She was sobbing but she nodded.  This time, when I pressed my
cock against her anus, she pushed back against me... hard and
forcefully.  Three inches of cock meat entered her asshole which
now stretched around my shaft like a patent leather glove.
  "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... that feels marvelous... now fuck me, Stud.
Ass fuck me like a hot whore!"

  I realized that she had been pretending all along... just to
get me to spank her ass.  Her ass now stretched easily as I
rammed all 8 inches into her. The room was filled with her moans
and gasps along with my grunts of hot masculine pleasure.  After
10 minutes of fast, hard fucking, she began to cum.  Her ass felt
like it might squeeze off my cock .
  The intense contractions of her ass around my cock and her cunt
around my probing fingers triggered my orgasm.  I had assumed
there would be almost no load left to shoot, but several streams
of sperm-filled semen pumped into Naamah's vibrating asshole. 
Again, she milked me... this time using her ass.

   Once again, as soon as my orgasm had finished, she pulled
away, pushed me onto my back and sucked my cock deep inside her
mouth.  She held my balls as she sucked.  By the second thrust,
her lips were locked around the base of my cock on every thrust.

  This time, it took her longer to harden my shaft, but she never
stopped until it was again rigid and pumping her throat.  Once
more, she was emitting contented moans and sighs as she sucked
all 8 inches of my cock.  It was an incredible sensation.  No
woman had ever been able to suck all of me... Naamah was having
no problems.
  On every stroke her lips pulled back until only the head of my
cock was still inside her mouth.  Both her tongue and lips worked
feverishly over my throbbing organ.  Then, as she rammed her lips
down ... down... down the shaft, I thrust upward, and once again,
my entire cock easily entered her throat until her lips were
again locked about it base as her cheeks hollowed from the
intense sucking she was giving me.

  I only lasted about 10 minutes.  Once more, I felt a huge
climax building.  When I came, it was again more like a
detonation than an orgasm.  Even though I had no more cum to
shoot, the contractions of my cock were hard and intense.  She
never stopped sucking until I was completely finished and my now
flaccid cock lay twitching weakly on my belly.

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Anne Meets Naamah:


  I was incredibly nervous about the possibility that Naamah
would actually meet my wife, but I knew it was unlikely. 
Obviously, I had no intention of taking Naamah home, and the
chances that they would just happen to meet seemed remote. 
Nevertheless, I couldn't stop worrying.  Naamah wasn't like any
other woman I had ever bedded or just met for that matter.  There
was no telling what she might say or do if she were to meet Anne.

  I had almost managed to put the thought of them meeting out of
my mind when my worst nightmare suddenly became reality.  I was
just coming out of my office to ask Joan to   get me the payroll
file for last month when I saw my wife standing beside Joan's
desk chatting with her.

  "Hi, Honey," I said as I kissed her lightly on the lips.  "What
brings you here?  You almost never visit my office."

  "Just an accident.  I was going out to do some shopping and
thought I would stop by to ask about your sizes in case I saw
some thing nice that I thought you might like."

  "That's very thoughtful, Honey," I said as I quickly wrote out
my pants, shirt, waist, and shoe sizes on a pad for her.
  "It really lucky I did stop by because your new sales rep just
happened to be here, and she going with me to show me a couple of
new stores she just discovered."
  "My new sales rep?" I asked too stunned to say more.

  "Yeah, Naamah.  She just went to get her coat and bag.  Oh...
here she is now."

  Naamah was smiling broadly at me as she approached.  "I see you
two have already met," I said lamely, not knowing what else I
could say.

  "We have, Daren."  Turning toward my wife, she added, "Daren
told me that he had a beautiful wife, but I thought he was
exaggerating when actually it was an understatement.  Ready to
go, Anne?"

  "See ya later, Honey.  Don't work too hard."

  I stood rooted to the spot as I watched the two women walking
down the hallway toward the elevators.  When they had disappeared
from sight, I wondered if my marriage was about to fall apart. 
Who knows what Naamah had in mind telling my wife.  Whatever it
was, I saw no possible way the outcome could be anything but a
disaster for me.

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

  It was about 5:30 PM before I got home that afternoon.  Anne's
car was on her side of the garage with another car behind hers. 
I assumed it was Naamah's, which wasn't good news.  They were
both waiting for me inside the house.  If I could have thought of
any good it might have done to leave and postpone the inevitable,
I would have left.  But I couldn't, so I unlocked the front door
and entered.

  Our bedroom was in the back of the house, and the lights were
on there.  When I entered, what I saw froze me in my tracks. 
Anne and Naamah were on the bed in a "69" position with my wife
on top.   Anne had her pussy mashed against Naamah's face and was
frantically grinding herself against Naamah's probing tongue.
  Both women were so hot and intent on their sex play, neither
realized that I had come into the room.  My wife was supposed to
eating Naamah’s pussy, but with Naamah’s tongue working on her
sex trench and clitoris, all she could do was gasp and moan.

  "Ooohhh my god... Naamah... that feels fantastic... I never,
ever knew it could feel like this," she whimpered as her hips
danced above the probing tongue.  With my wife's ass almost
facing me, I had an excellent view of the tongue swiping over her
throbbing clit.  On each pass, I could see Anne's vagina
contracting and her body shuddering.  Almost instantly, my cock
surged to full erection.

  "OOOHHH... YES!  That's it... Do my clit.  AAAHHHHHHHHHHH....
OOOHHHH... OH FUCKKKKK.... YOUR TONGUE.... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH....
MY CLIT... MY CLIT... I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

  As my wife's pussy exploded in hard, spastic contractions, my
hand was squeezing and stroking my cock through my pants. 
Abruptly, juices spurted from my wife's convulsing hole and
drenched Naamah's face.  Her body was racked by repeated
convulsions.  A series of gasps and shrieks erupted from her
lungs as Naamah continued to work on her erupting cunt.

  As my wife's intense orgasm ebbed, Naamah hissed, "Your turn,
Anne.  Get your mouth on my pussy... make me cum... DO IT!  NOW!"

  Anne lowered her head between Naamah's gaping thighs and
pressed her mouth onto to her cunt.  From my position, all was I
could see was her head moving between Naamah's thighs, but the
hot grimace of passion that spread over Naamah's face made it
obvious that my wife was working hard on her clit.

  I quickly moved to a position against the far wall so I had a
better view of my wife working on Naamah's cunt.  From that end,
I had a great view between Naamah's open legs.  Anne's tongue was
working on the throbbing clitoris... first licking it... then
sucking the throbbing organ between her lips.  Fluids were
already seeping from Naamah's pulsing hole.

  It was obvious that the two women had been pleasuring each
other for some time because it only took a few minutes before
Naamah's ass arched high off the couch.  Her mouth flew open and
her tongue shot out.  A hissing moan of rapture came from her
open mouth as she climaxed on my wife's face.
  "Ooohhhhhh Gawd!  Don't stop... Don't stop, you hot Bitch. 
Suck meeeeeeeeeeee... CUMMING... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG!!!"

  As she came, fluids gushed upward all over my wife's face as
Naamah's pussy returned the drenching Anne had given hers a few
moments before.  When her orgasm ebbed, Anne turned on the couch
and pressed her body against Naamah's.  Their tits mashed
together.  Both women opened their mouths and crushed them
together in a hot, deep kiss.  Although I couldn't see it, I was
certain that their tongues were fucking the other's mouth.
  Looking downward, I saw the incredibly erotic tableau of two
naked females with their legs open, their still quivering cunts
slowly throbbing in the aftermath of their orgasms.  The sight
was so damn sensuous, I couldn't suppress my groan.
  The two women heard me, broke their kiss, and sat up on the
bed.  "Hello, Honey," my wife grinned.  "We didn't expect you
home quite so soon.... obviously."  They both giggled and began
to kiss again, totally ignoring me.
  As they kissed, their fingers sought out the other's pussy.  At
almost the same moment, Anne's fingers entered Naamah's cunt, and
her fingers penetrated my wife's.  Their asses each hunched
against the probing fingers as they kissed.  Naamah was breathing
heavily when she pulled her lips off my wife and moaned, "My
clit, Anne, please... my clit!  Do my clit!"  She thrust her
vagina hard against Anne's probing fingers.

  "Only if you do mine too," my wife moaned.  When their fingers
were sliding over their engorged and throbbing clits, both women
were grinding their asses, groaning louder and louder, as they
each got closer to another orgasm.

  "Take off your clothes, Daren.  Get naked and watch us make
each other cum," Naamah whispered.  I never stripped out of my
clothes faster.

  "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH.... NOW, NAAMAH... NOW!!  UUUNNNGGGGG...
CUMMMINGGGGG... WATCH ME CUM, DAREN... LOOK AT MY CLIT... IT'S
ABOUT TO CUMMMMMMM.... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

  Anne's clitoris was dancing wildly, pulsing, contracting, then
expanding only to contract again in a hard spasm.  Her sexual
secretions bubbled out of her pussy as she convulsed in another
orgasm.  Naamah was only a moment behind.  Her juices spurted
high in the air when my wife brought her off.

  When the women rolled apart, each sprawling across the bed with
their legs open, I couldn't tear my eyes away from their gaping,
wet, and still throbbing cunts.  "What's is this?  What's going
on?" I stammered uncertain as to what else I should say.

  "I think that's pretty obvious, Daren.  Your wife and I went
shopping.  We got tired of all the conservative clothes, so we
went to Victoria's Secret.  We both loved these mesh, crotchless
pantyhose... so I bought the red pair, and Anne got the black
one.  Do you think we look hot and sexy in them?  Don't you just
love the way our cunts are exposed and available when we wear
them?"

  "I think he loves them, Naamah.  Look how big and hard his cock
is."

  "I know.  I've been looking at it ever since your stud husband
stripped.  Damn!  he's big.  Come on, Honey.  Get on the bed with
us.  We've got some wonderful plans for this evening.  Come on...
Don't be bashful."

  My cock was so hard, it was standing straight up... rigid with
lust.   What man wouldn't be after watching what I just watched.
I climbed onto the bed, and the two naked women sat on either
side of me, their thighs pressed against mine, their hands
caressing my cock and balls.

  "Anyway," Naamah continued, "we got really turned on modeling
our new pantyhose.  By the time we got home, we were both in
heat.  Your wife had never had sex with another woman and wanted
to know what it felt like.  So, we stripped and put on our new
outfits.  Then, I went down on her.  The hot little slut didn't
last more than a minute before she came all over my face."

  "I couldn't help it, Honey.  Naamah just made my pussy explode.
 Then, she showed me how to lick her pussy.  She got off just as
fast and just as hard as I had.  Next, we finger fucked each
other to orgasms.  We stopped at that point and had some snacks.
Afterwards, Naamah showed me how to do 69... but you know that. 
You just watched us doing each other.  Did you like it?"

  "Oh god, Yes!  I'm so damn hard, I don't believe it.  I need to
fuck you."

  "Well, Daren, why don't you check us out and decide which one
of us you want to fuck.  Come on, Anne, let's bend over
side-by-side so your hot husband can decide which of us he
wants."  I watched in sheer amazement as the two women moved to
the head of the bed, turned their asses toward me, and bent over.


  "Check us both out, Honey, and decide which of us you want to
fuck.  Me or Naamah?"

  "Both of you, but I want you first.  NOW!"

  "I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit before you get into your
wife's hot pussy, Daren.  She's got a lot of things to tell
you... things that are going to shock you, amaze you, and get
your cock harder than it's ever been.  Are you ready, Anne?"

  "Maybe we shouldn't.  What if he gets livid with rage?"

  "He'll get livid all right, but it won't be with rage.  Trust
me.  Get on your back, Anne, but put some pillows under your head
so you can see what your husband is doing.  Yeah... like that. 
Now raise and spread your legs so your husband can see your cunt
and ass holes."

  My wife followed instructions and then it was my turn.  "Get
between your wife's legs Daren, but don't mount her.  Just lay
between her legs so you can rub her pussy and clit while she
tells you what an incredibly naughty girl she was before she
married you and then what a naughty wife she's been since then. 
Put your hand on her cunt and masturbate your wife while she
tells you, Daren.  Go on... do it."

  "Go on, Anne.  Tell him.  Now!"

  "Daren, do you know how many times you've asked me to tell you
about the guys I fucked before we were married?

  "More than I can count, but you've always said there nothing
really sexy to tell.  That it was just some amateur fumbling
around in the back seat of a guy's car.  You said you didn't
remember much because there wasn't much to remember... some
groping.. some sex too fast for you to even cum."  I was now
slowly stroking my wife's pussy... my fingers sliding up and down
her soaked sex trench.  Her hips had already begun to undulate in
response.

  "Yeah... I know I said that... every time you asked.  I was
always lying because I didn't want you to know what a slut you
had married... OOoohhh... that's good... that feels sooo good,
Darling.  Rub me a little faster... please.  Go inside my pussy.
Aaaaaahh...yesss... like that.  MMmmmmm."

  "So what did happen?" I asked now excited beyond belief.

  "There were so many times... which one should I tell him now,
Naamah?"

  "Tell him about the frat party when you were a 19-year old
sophomore."

  "Oh Gawd.  I can't."

  "You can, and you will.  Tell him.  Right now, Anne."

  "Yeah.  Come on... tell me, Anne.  I'm dying to hear this. 
I've been asking you for years."

  "All right, but you have to keep rubbing my pussy... and making
me cum or I won't be able to do it."

  "Like this?"  My fingers moved up to her clitoris and rotated
about the throbbing button in slow, sensuous circles.

  "AAAGGGGHHHHH ... yessssssss... more .. oh god... MORE!"

  Trapping her throbbing organ between two fingers, I jacked her
off like she were a man with a cock.  the effect was almost
immediate.

  "OOOOHHH... cummingg... I'm cumminggg.. aaahhhh.. ahhhhh
aaahhhh!"                                            Juices
seeped out of my wife's hot, pulsing hole.

  "MMmmmmm... I went to this frat party with my steady boyfriend.
 I think his name was Larry.  There must have been 15 or 20
couples present.  I had three or four drinks... not enough to get
me drunk, but more than enough to get rid of my inhibitions."

  I pushed two fingers steadily in and out of my wife's vagina. 
"OOOOhhhhh... that feels so good... soooo hot and sexy.  More,
Honey... more."

  "Go on, Anne," Naamah urged.

  "The music was slow and sexy, and when Larry got me out on the
dance floor, his hands were all over me.  At first, I resisted,
but it was obvious every one of the girls were being felt up
pretty good, so I stopped resisting and started enjoying the
erotic sensations of having my date's fingers on my ass and pussy
and his other hand all over my; tits.
  By 10 PM or so, I was dancing with my blouse wide open and my
tits out.  To this day, I don't know what happened to my bra.  I
never found it.  Eventually, we stopped dancing and just sort of
swayed in one spot.  Larry got my skirt up around my waist and
was rubbing my pussy through my panties.  Pretty soon, somebody
moved behind me and pulled down my panties.  Larry's fingers sank
into my cunt just as I was stepping out of my panties."

  "Oohhhh shit," I groaned, now totally unable to keep from
jacking my cock.  I did stop, however, when Naamah squeezed my
balls and hissed,  "No jacking off, Honey.  Save that for our hot
cunts.  Just concentrate on her story and making your wife cum."
I rubbed Anne's clit harder.  She thrust her hips high, and I
felt her hole contract in several hard spasms.

  "Aaahhhhh fuckkk.... I came again, Honey.  Keep doing me!"

  "It was obvious to Larry and every other guy at the party that
I was now hot, wet, and very available for fucking.  Larry and
Brian led me toward the back of the frat house where the guys had
cleared a couple of the rooms of every thing except mattresses
spread all over the floor.  There were already four girls in the
room being fucked by six or seven guys.  One of the girls was on
her hands and knees sucking one guy while being screwed from
behind.  The other three were on their backs with guys mounted on
them.  Their legs were up high jerking back and forth in the air.
  One of the girls also had a cock in her mouth.  Larry laid down
on one of the mattress and told me to mount his cock."

  "Were you nervous about participating in an orgy?" I asked.

  "No... I was hot, Daren.  Really hot!  I wanted cocks in my
cunt and mouth.  Once I was riding Larry's cock, I remember
yelling at Brian to put his cock in me."

  At this point, precum was dripping from my throbbing rod, and I
was squeezing and stroking Anne's engorged clitoris.  She
grunted, arched her hips high off the bed, and spurted all over
my hand as she came again.
  "Go on, Honey.  Don't stop.  This is the hottest thing I've
ever heard."

  "Give me a moment to catch my breath, Stud," my wife pleaded. 
When her breathing slowed somewhat, she continued.  "I didn't
have to ask Brian twice.  I had meant for him to stick his cock
into my mouth, but he pushed my body down against Larry's,
boosted my hips with his hands, and pushed his rod into my ass. 
I was screamed for him to stop... that it hurt... but he just
pushed in more cock.  It took him about a minute to get all of
his cock up my ass.  When he was all the way inside, the two of
them fucked me, fore and aft.

  "After Larry and Brian shot off, we all went back to the main
room and had some refreshments.  By midnight, all the couples had
left except me and Joanne.  There were still 12 or so guys who
had been at the party without dates.  Most of them still had
fully loaded and primed cocks.  I don't remember exactly how it
happened, but Joanne and I ended up doing a sexy strip tease for
all those horny guys.  When we were both completely naked,  we
rolled onto the floor and began grinding our bodies together. 
That got the guys hot, but when we scissored our legs, mashed our
cunts together, and began grinding them until we both had intense
orgasms,  the men just went crazy with lust."

  "My pussy was still throbbing from my orgasm with Joanne when
several of the men picked me up and carried me into one of the
bedrooms.  Just before we got there, I saw Joanne being carried
into another bedroom.  OOhhhh... rub me harder, Daren.  I'm about
to cum again."

  Frantically, in a fire of hot lust, I worked my wife's clitoris
as I pumped three fingers in and out of her throbbing vagina
scraping over her G-spot on every thrust.  "What happened after
that?" I groaned.

  "They fucked me... all of the men fucked me... over and over...
in my cunt... in my ass... in my mouth.  When all three of my
holes were occupied, the guys who just couldn't hold it, jacked
off on my face and tits.  AAAHHHHH SHITTTTT.... DON'T STOP...
GAWD DAMN!  SO FUCKING HOT... I'M THERE!  I'M FUCKING THERE! 
AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  "HOW MANY?" I yelled as I felt my wife's pussy erupting in an
intense orgasm.  "HOW MANY COCKS FUCKED YOU?  HOW MANY?"  I
screamed.

  "Don't .... aahhhh... uuugghhhh... ooohhhhh... gawd!  don't
know... all of them... UN-HUH... UN-HUH... UN-HUH...  maybe
ten... twelve... most of them more than once... all night... was
fucked all night.  aaaahhhh gawd... that was so good, Honey.  Do
me more."

  "Is that it," I moaned, now desperate to fuck my wife.

  "Yes, that's it," Anne groaned.

  "NO!  That's just before you were married.  Tell him about
Carl, the plane, and the meeting.  Then, he can fuck you... not
before," Naamah ordered.

  "Carl?  Are you talking about Carl Hawkins?  The Assistant VP
for Marketing?"

  "Yes... the Carl you know.  Your business associate."

  "You fucked him?"

  "No... He fucked me... many times."

  "How?  When?"

  "Do you remember that business convention in San Francisco four
years ago.  You asked if I would like to go with you, and I did."

  "Remember it well.  I thought you'd like seeing San Francisco."


  "So did I, but other things kept me so busy at the conference,
I didn't get to see much of the city."
  "What other things?"

  "Don't stop playing with my pussy, Darling, if you want me to
continue."

  I pushed my fingers back inside my wife's vagina bringing a
deep moan of satisfaction from her lips.  "Go on," I pleaded.
  "Do you remember that it was a night flight and that there was
a mix up in the seating assignments?"

  "Vaguely, but not really.  Why?"

  "It made a big difference, Darling.  You ended up sitting
beside the company CEO, and I ended up seated beside Carl
Hawkins.  I suggested that you ask Mr. Hawthorne to switch seats,
but you didn't want to bother the CEO, so that's the way it ended
up ... you beside Hawthorne, me beside Hawkins."

  "Hawkins and I were at the back of the business-class section
while you and Hawthorne were in the front.  Once we were
airborne, the captain switched on the sleeping lights so everyone
who wished could get some sleep.  It was pretty dark.  About all
you could see beyond your own seat were shadows."

  "Hawkins came onto you?" I asked more than just a little
astonished.

  "Fuck my cunt with your fingers... harder... I'm close again...
pump me, Honey... pump your slutty wife hard, Baby.... aaahhhh
aaahhh aaahhhhh  aaahhhhh.... harder...harder... almost there...
aaahhh  aaahhhh... uunngghhhh... mmmmmmmmmmm... yesss...yessss...
yessss.!"

  "Damn... how many times have you cum?  I can't believe this?" 
I gasped when I felt my wife's pussy again in the throes of an
intense climax.

  "Who's counting, Daren?"  Naamah hissed in my ear.  "Don't stop
now if you want to hear what your conservative, prudish wife has
been doing.  Do you remember telling me that other men don't fuck
your wife and that she isn't interested?  Well.. listen to the
rest of her story, and then tell me what you think."

  When my wife's orgasm ebbed, she continued,  "When the flight
took off, it was already 11 PM, and I was tired and sleepy. 
Before we had been in the air for 10 minutes, I had fallen
asleep, and as you know, Dear, when I fall asleep, I always
cuddle with you.  Only this time, it wasn't you I was cuddling
with; it was Carl Hawkins."

  "Naturally, he didn't object to having a good-looking woman's
body pressed against his so he let me sleep.  After a bit, I must
have done what I usually do with you... I moved my hand onto his
cock, which by this time was fully hard.  Carl assumed I was
awake and interested in playing.  So was he."

  "Isn't this just incredibly hot, Daren.  Can't you just picture
your wife's body mashed up against Carl's... her hand squeezing
and stroking his cock."

  My cock lurched in hot lust at Naamah's words.  "Let me fuck
her, Naamah.  I need to fuck her.  I'm going crazy."

  "No.  Not yet.  Control yourself and continue to pleasure your
wife with your fingers."

  Anne groaned hotly when I began to slowly stroke her clitoris
again.  "Ohhhh so good," she moaned as her hips pumped in fuck
motions.  "After covering us with a blanket, Carl's hands were
all over my tits, hefting and caressing them.  In my sleep, I was
jerking his cock even harder as my own excitement rose.  Carl's
dexterity was amazing.  He had my blouse open and my bra unhooked
very quickly.  When his hands were playing with my naked tits, I
slowly began to awaken.  I realized what must have happened, but
his hands on my nipples were really turning me on, and he was now
thrusting his cock against my hand."

  Now fully awake, I whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this.  My
husband is right up at the front of the section."

  I still remember Carl's exact words:  "I don't want to stop. 
I've wanted to do this for years... do you want me to stop? 
Please say no."

  "I leaned closer and whispered back. 'No'.  After that, there
wasn't any talking, just soft, quiet moans as I unzipped his
pants and began stroking his prick.  He wasn't as big as you,
Darling, but he was hard as iron, hot as fire, and he was dying
to fuck me.  That's a hard combination for any woman to turn
down.  I turned in those big business-class seats so that my legs
were facing Carl and lifted my butt.  He pushed my skirt up
around my waist and pulled my panties off.  When he had them off,
he pressed them to his face and inhaled my musky aroma.  God! 
That almost made me cum right then."

  "Did he fuck you right then?"  I asked as I worked her
throbbing clit harder.  My wife's hips arched high and humped
against my fingers. "GGAAAAAAAAAAA  cumming... harder... please
... harder!"

  "Go on, Damn you.  Don't stop now."

  Breathing hard, Anne gasped, "I went down on him with my head
under the blanket.  He came in my mouth within a couple of
minutes.  His cock softened slightly... that was all... I
continued to suck him, and within a few minutes, he was rock hard
again.  Now it was his turn to be under the blanket.  He really
knew how to lick a woman's pussy, Honey.  I came three times in
about 15 minutes of tongue action by that hot stud."

  "When he emerged from beneath the blanket, he hissed in my ear,
"I'm going to fuck you... right now... right here!"

  "How?" I asked.

  "During the next hour, Darling, I became a member of the
mile-high club three different times.  The first time, we stowed
the seat arm between the seats, and I laid on my side facing the
darkened aisle, knees bent, with my ass toward Carl.  His pants
were already off so all he had to do was move into spoon position
and push it into my cunt, which was already a swamp from the
three orgasms I'd just had on his tongue.   He fucked me like a
cunt master, Honey... long, deep strokes while his fingers worked
on my throbbing clitoris.  I came several times before his second
load boiled into my hot hole."

  There may have been a time during my life when I was more
consumed by fuck lust than at that moment, but if so, I have no
idea as to when it might have been.  I was more than just a
little amazed by my control.  I waited anxiously to hear how Carl
had fucked my wife the next two times.  Anne didn't keep me in
suspense.

  "Once again, Carl recovered quickly.  In less than five minutes
he was hard.  This time, he reclined in the seat, and I mounted
him.  Once his cock was firmly socked into my cunt, I spread out
on his body, and he adjusted the blanket over us.  Slowly I
worked my cunt up and down his cock.  I was getting close when he
whispered in my ear, "The Stewardess is standing in the aisle
watching us fuck, Honey."  Naturally, I tried to dismount his
cock, but Carl was having none of that from me.  "Don't worry. 
She's got her hand under her skirt masturbating while she
watches.  Do it.  Fuck my cock and cum, Anne."  It only took me
another minute or two to cum.  Carl with right behind me filling
my pussy with another load."

  "After our orgasms, we cuddled tightly together for maybe
thirty minutes.  By that time he was hard again, and I was more
than ready for another meeting with his luscious cock.  He told
me to go to the bathroom but leave the door unlocked so he could
join me a few minutes later.  When he was about to enter the
bathroom where I was waiting, the same stewardess grinned and
told him to make certain that he kept me quiet while he was
fucking me.  Carl bent me over the sink and this time with plenty
of leverage, he really nailed me hard.  I came three times and
had to bite my knuckle to keep from screaming when I felt his
load pumping into me."

  "Was that it," I groaned in desperate need of cunt.  Sweat was
dripping from my face.

  "For the plane trip, yeah, that was it.  But we spent four days
in San Francisco, Darling, and I while you and the rest of the
company were attending the meeting, Carl was attending to my very
hot, very ready, and very, very available cunt.  He fucked me 11
more times during that four days."

  "Naamah!  Can I fuck this hot bitch now?" I screamed.

  "She's not quite finished, Daren.  Give her another couple of
minutes to finish her confession, and you can fuck her and then
me and then both of us."

  "Finish??  What's left?" I asked.

  "All the fucking since the San Francisco trip, Honey.  The trip
was four years ago.  Either Carl or someone else has been fucking
me once or twice a month ever since then.  That's it.  Are you
furious that I've let so many men fuck me while pretending to be
such a conservative wife to you?  I was afraid you'd divorce me
if you found out... Are you going to divorce me?"

  "HELL NO!  The hottest wife on the planet, and I'm going to
divorce you???  Not likely.  I am going to fuck your sexy ass off
right now though."

  "Oh yes.  Do it, Darling.  FUCK ME LIKE A HOT WHORE... GIVE IT
TO ME!"

  Rolling onto my back, I growled, "I've been masturbating you
for a half hour.  Your turn to do the work, Slut.  Mount my cock
and fuck your hot pussy on me, Baby.  Naamah, lick the slut's ass
while she fucks.  I'm going to do her asshole later."

  "Oh Darling... you say the sweetest things to me," she said
with a hot laugh.  A moment later she was straddling my hips and
aligning my cock with her opening.  Just before she slid her
pussy down my shaft, I said, "You said some guy has fucked you
once or twice a month for four years?  My god... you've been
screwed more than 50 times ... maybe as many as 100 times?"

  "You always were a whiz at mathematics, Darling," my wife
hissed as her vagina engulfed my surging rod.

  My wife's pussy contracted in hot spasms in less than a couple
of minutes.  She was still moaning when Naamah lifted her ass up
and jerked my cock out of her throbbing cunt.  "Oh fuck, you have
a gorgeous cock, Daren," she sighed as her mouth quickly sucked
me inside cleaning my shaft of my wife's juices.

  "Turn around, Anne.  You heard your husband.  This gorgeous
cock goes in your ass next.  Come on, Anne, Carl and a half dozen
other men have been fucking your ass for the last four years. 
You know very well how to prong your ass with your husband's big
cock.  Do It!"

  Anne was moaning as she lowered her ass until her opening was
just above my cock.  Naamah centered my rod and pulled her down
on it.  The thick shaft stretched her open and entered causing
female shrieks of pleasure/pain to erupt from my wife's mouth.  I
held her hips and drove my cock deep into her ass.  Anne
whimpered with hot pleasure... half because of my cock sinking
into her and half because of Naamah's fingers on her clitoris and
in her pussy.

  Anne's asshole was so tight, it just squeezed the cum out of my
balls.  "OH SHIT... HERE IT CUMS, BABY!  UUNNGGGHHHH... SHOOTING
IN YOU, SLUT... TAKE IT... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

  Again and then again, my buttocks contracted pumping stream
after stream of hot jism into Anne's ass.

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

  Once I recovered my breath, I got both women side-by-side on
the edge of the bed with their legs wide open and pointing
straight at the ceiling.  Switching back and forth, I first made
Naamah screech in a hot climax while I finger fucked my wife. 
Afterwards, I switched to Anne's cunt and worked on her clit with
my tongue cleaning her vagina of my load at the same time.  Back
and forth... back and forth...  It was erotic and enormously
exciting to make these two beautiful women climax repeatedly.

  Naturally, Naamah exploded first since Anne had already been
fucked twice and masturbated a half dozen times.  Again, her
excited cunt contracted hard and spurted sex juices all over my
face.  It took me longer to get Anne off this time, but she did
cum again after 15 minutes or so of stroking her sensitive,
dancing clitoris and fingering her pussy.

  When Anne had calmed down from her climax, I already had Naamah
on her knees with her head lowered to the bed.  I pulled open her
ass cheeks and called to my wife.  "Get over here and get
Naamah's ass wet with your tongue.  You'd better do a good job or
she'll be hurt when I fuck her ass.  I'm going to give you two
minutes to get her ready.

  When the two minutes were up, I pulled Anne's face out of
Naamah's ass and moved behind her.  "Raise that hot ass, Naamah.
I've been wanting to fuck it ever since you first came into my
office."  She thrust her ass upward and moaned, "Is this high
enough, Daren.  Shall I hold it open for you?"
  "No need.  Anne's going to take of that for you.  Come on,
Slut.  Pull her ass open and stick my cock into her hot, tight
hole."  A moment later, Naamah was grunting and gasping as 8
inches of cock were pumping in and out of her ass as Anne held it
wide open.

  Abruptly, I pulled my cock out of Naamah's ass and shoved it
into Anne's mouth.  She opened wide and sucked me inside, all the
time keeping Naamah's ass open for use.  After a minute of mouth
fucking my wife, I pulled out and rammed it back into Naamah's
ass.  She grunted with hot pleasure.

  "OHHHH FUCK!  I'M CUMMING, DAREN.  HARD!  FUCK ME, STUD, AND
SHOOT INSIDE MY ASS, BABY!"

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

  Naamah had gotten dressed and was leaving about an hour later.
"You two have a lot to discuss and talk about.  So I'm leaving
now.  It was great fun.  I hope you like your new wife, Daren. 
The old one you had last week is gone forever."

  "Are we going to get together this weekend like we discussed?"
Anne asked.

  "Talk to Daren.  If he's ready to see you being fucked by
another man and would like for it to be my boyfriend Samael,
we'll be delighted to party with the two you either Friday or
Saturday night.  Let me know."

  "Did you say, Samael?" I asked.  "Not "Samuel?"

  "I did.  His name is Samael... which in English might translate
to "Samuel".  I don't know.  I've always known him as Samael and
that's what he prefers to be called."


  My wife giggled.  "Samael... Samuel... what's the difference. 
I just want to know if he's good in bed?"

  Naamah smiled enigmatically and then said softly, "You won't
believe how good he is, Anne.  Maybe Daren can't stand the
competition... in spite of his gorgeous big cock.  Can you,
Daren?"

  Aloud, I responded confidently, "Of course... not a problem. 
It's up to Anne.  She'll call you."

  Again Naamah stared at me and gave me that same enigmatic
smile.  As she left, I felt cold shivers running up and down my
spine.

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

Erotic Revelations:

  After Naamah had left, I suggested we take a quick shower, put
on some clothes, and go to our den.  "I'll fix us some cheese,
crackers, and wine, and we can enjoy them while we talk.  Sound
good?"

  "Mmmmm it does, but why do we have to dress?" Anne asked.

  "Because, my hot sexy wife, I can't think if your hot body is
sitting there naked.  All I'm going to want to do is fuck you
again."

  "Ohhhh... I like that.  Ok.  I'll use the shower in the master
bathroom while you use the one in the guest bedroom.  When you're
done, you can slip into some briefs and your pants and go fix the
wine and cheese while I get dressed."

  "Why don't we shower together," I countered

  "Same reason you just gave me, but in reverse, Honey.  If that
big cock of yours is in the shower with me, I'll want it up my
pussy.  Go on.  I'll meet you in the den in about 20 minutes."

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

  For once, my wife was early by about two minutes.  I had the
crackers, various cheeses, and two bottles of wine on the table.
She had put on a black miniskirt with a matching top and a pair
of heels.  She looked luscious.

  "You would have been less sexy and hot if you had just come in
naked," I commented.

  "I can take every thing off if you like, Darling," she
volunteered, seductively.

  "Hell no.  We'd never get to talk if you did that."

  "Seriously, would you like for me to go put on a robe?"

  "No, I like looking at you.  I'll just have to talk with a
hard-on."

  "You can do that??  I didn't know any man could manage that."

  "Very funny," I said with mock sarcasm.  I poured us each a
glass of burgundy and pushed the cheese and crackers to within my
wife's reach.  "I can't believe how hot and hard it got me to see
you and Naamah doing each other.  I've seen lesbian porno, of
course, but that never really turned me on that much.  But
watching you and Naamah actually making each other cum and doing
69 was... Oh Fuck!  just unbelievable.  Was that your first time
with another woman?"

  "It was, and I loved it.  I think it was because she's so
beautiful and feminine, and she knows exactly what excites a
woman.  I would like to do it again with Naamah or maybe some
other women.  Would you be Ok with that?"

  "More than just Ok... I'd be hard and hot.  Just like this
afternoon."

  "Good... I was hoping you'd say that.  Would you mind if I ask
you some questions about other women?  You've heard all my
secrets this afternoon... or at least, a lot of them."

  "Go ahead.  I want you to know that this is going to be a
one-time thing though.  There won't be any secrets between us
from now on... agreed?"

  "Oh yes!  Now... how many women have you fucked since we got
married?"

  I hesitated, then said truthfully, "I'm afraid to tell you.  I
don't want to lose you."

  "I know, Darling.  I was afraid to tell you about the frat gang
bang and about Carl this afternoon, but Naamah seemed to know
that it would excite you.  You can tell me.  There's no way
you're going to lose me."

  I took a deep breath and said, "Thirty-six."

  "Thirty-six?  Not thirty-seven or thirty-five, but exactly
thirty-six?" Anne asked.

  "Exactly thirty-six.  I keep a log," I admitted sheepishly.

  "So do it, Darling.  So do I."  We both laughed.

      "Can I read your log?" I asked my wife.

  "If you let me read yours."

  "Deal.  I want to be fucking you while I read about all the men
who've banged you."
  "Then we'll have to find a position where we can both read
while we fuck."  Laughter again filled the room.

  "When you were telling about the men you've fucked when Naamah
was here, at one point you said Carl or someone else has been
fucking you once or twice a month for four years.  How many men
have fucked you since we were married?"

  "You'll find out when you read my log, Lover.  Until then,
you'll just have to be eaten up with curiosity.  But I'll tell
you that it’s less than 36."

  "That's mean," I teased.  "But you know what I don't
understand?"

  "What?"

  "How you could have been cuckolding me for four years and I
never had a clue... How could that be?"

  "I was always very careful, Honey.  I was certain that if you
ever found out, you would have been furious and divorced me in a
flash."

  "Even so, you'd think that at least once in four years, I would
have gotten suspicious or you would have made a mistake...
something

  "Men never think their wives would be interested in sex with
another man or even consider spreading their legs for one.  You
were shocked when you found out that I've spread for a lot of
mrn.

  "True, but it still seems like I would have noticed something
in all that time."

  "Well, it's in my log, but I'll tell you now since it's obvious
that you really, really want to know.  You almost did catch me
once.  It was a miracle that you didn't."

  "I don't remember anything like that.  What happened?  Are you
going to tell me?
  "You can have the fun of reading it in my log while we're
fucking, or I'll tell you now and then you can read all the
details later.  Which?"

  "You've gotten me so damn curious I have to know now."

  "Do you remember your Chicago business conference about a year
or so ago?"

  "Yeah.  What about it?"

  "You had told me that you would be home on Friday evening about
9 PM, but the conference ended a day earlier than expected so you
were able to fly out late Thursday afternoon.  Remember?"

  "That's right!  I do remember!  I tried to call, but a truck
had accidentally crashed into a  telephone pole, and the phones
were out."

  "You have a good memory, Darling.  Any other memories?

  "I tried to call your cell phone, but it was off line."

  "Of course it was... I wasn't particularly interested in
getting cell phone calls at the time," my wife giggled.  "Go on.
What else do you remember?

  "Let's see," I said as I tried to reconstruct the scene and
remember the details.  "I got home about 9 PM.  You weren't in
the den or kitchen.  I finally found you reading in bed.  What I
remember most was how glad you were to see me.  You were wet and
hot.  We made love and fucked for at least two hours.

  "That's pretty close, Darling.  Actually, it was more like two
and a half hours.  If my memory serves, you fucked me four times,
and I had over a dozen orgasms.

  "Yeah... it was fantastic sex.  I remember thinking the next
day that if I get welcomes like that every time I come home from
a conference, I might go to a lot more.  But you said I almost
caught you?  What were you planning to do, go out and see a
lover, but I came home and that spoiled your plans?"

  "No.  Not close, Honey."

  "What then?

  "You still don't get it... Amazing.  I guess I wasn't as close
to being caught as I thought.

  "What are you talking about?"

  "When you opened and shut the front door, the guy was on me. 
He had my knees shoved way back... almost touching my tits.  He
was fucking the shit out of your wife when you came home, Baby. 
He had been here for over an hour and had already screwed me
once.... and he was very close to shooting another load of cum
into my cunt.

  Fortunately, you shut the front door pretty hard, and we both
heard it.  Needless to say, he lost his erection immediately and
got off me."

  "But I didn't see a thing when I came into the bedroom?"

  "There was plenty to see, but you were so hot to fuck me that
you missed all of it."

  "What did I miss?  Come on, you sexy slut, tell me."

  "Oh just a few little things like the sheets were messed up on
both sides of the bed, I was naked underneath my robe, my cunt
already had one load of cum in it, and it was not only wet, it
was stretched, swollen, and wide open from the hot fucking I had
been getting when you came in the front door.  You thought I was
just wet and hot from thinking about you.

  "But where was the guy?  I never saw anyon

  My wife began giggling.  "That's because you never looked
inside my walk-in closet.  He was in there, naked.  He had his
clothes with him, but he was afraid if he moved, he would make
some noise that you would hear.  So he stayed in there stark
naked.

  "You're telling me that the whole two and a half hours we spent
fucking, he was in the closet, naked, peeking out probably?"  My
ywife nodded and giggled even louder.  I joined her and soon we
were both laughing our heads off.

  When we finally calmed down, I asked, "What finally happened?

  "After you fucked me four times for a solid two and a half
hours, it was almost midnight, and you fell into a deep sleep.  I
turned out the lights and let you sleep for 20 minutes before I
went to the closet and let my lover out.

  "He was really hurting with the worst case of blue balls in
history.  He had been just about to cum in me when you came home.
 Then, he had to spend three hours in the closet listening and
watching us fuck.  He was afraid to jack off for fear he would
make some noise.  By the time I got him out of the closet, he was
hurting... bad.  His cock was a rigid iron bar of lust.  Fluid
was running from the tip."

  "I took him into the garage, locked the door, dropped my robe
to the floor.  As soon as I was naked, he was all over me.  He
got me onto the trunk of our car on my back and shoved my legs
back into the same position he had me in when you came home and
interrupted us.  This time there was no way he was going to stop
before he shot my cunt full of his cum... even if you had come
into the garage.

  He just simply fucked my ass off, Honey.   Before he left, he
had shot two more loads into my cunt.  The first time, he didn't
last more than four or five strokes, but it wasn't a problem. 
The guy didn't even begin to get soft.  He just continued fucking
me until he pumped in another load.  I'm sure he would done me a
third and a fourth time, but I told I had to get back to you.  He
dressed and walked to his car which was parked a block away. 
That was it

  "Did you cum?"

  "Are you joking?  Teasing me?  A guy that hot... that hard...
his dick an iron bar ravishing me... I was getting off almost
continuously."

  "Who was the guy?  Carl?"

  "No.  It was a different, younger guy.  It's all in my log. 
You can read all about him later."

  "I just have to ask, Anne.  Was I inadequate in bed in some
ways, Honey?  Was that the reason you started fucking other men?"

  "Absolutely not!  No way!

  "Why the

  "You're just going to have to face the fact that you've been
married to a closet slut for the last eight years, Darling.  I
just love the feeling of a man's body on me... in me.  You have
no idea how good it makes a woman feel when a hot stud drives his
hard cock up her cunt.  I love it when you fuck me, but sometimes
you're not around... you're at work or very busy... and there's
another hard cock available and eager.  I usually can't say no."

  "By the way, I've always wanted to ask you if women’s cunts
feel a lot different to a man, Honey

  "Not a lot.  Some are bigger... some are tighter... some are
wetter... some squirt...  some don't... some throb harder when
they orgasm.  But they have one thing in common, they all feel
fantastic around my cock."

  My wife beamed.  "That's exactly the way it is with different
cocks, Honey.  Some are really thick and stretch my cunt.  Some
are long and hammer my womb really hard.  Some find my G-spot
easily...some don't... some grind into my clit when they're deep
inside me... some shoot in huge loads... others less...   some
can fuck for a long time without cumming... some get excited
rapidly and pump me full of hot jism.   But every single one of
them feels wonderful when it's inside my cunt, Baby, and they all
make your wife's pussy explode... over and over.

  "You've got me hard as stone right now, Anne.

  "I know.  I can see it tenting your pants.  I love it, but
you'll just have to hold it for a while longer.  We still have a
lot to discuss.  Do you want to have a foursome with Naamah and
Samael soon?"

  "Oh yeah.  That thought really turns me on."

  "Would you want to use separate rooms or do you want to see him
fucking me

  "What do you want?

  "Well, I've seen you fucking Naamah, Honey, and I loved
watching you make that hot slut scream and cum.  But men are
different.  It has to be your choice."

  "Why do you think we're so different?  You and I have exactly
the same feelings about sex with others.

  "Because, Darling, men have more ego problems than women have.
Men have to compete in life with other men... a lot.  Without a
strong, well-developed ego, you can't do that effectively.  Men
just have a hard time separating competition in sports and
business from sex.  So?  Separate rooms or together?"

  I thought seriously about Anne's remarks.  Finally, I said, "As
usual, women understand men much better than men understand
women.  So, I'd say first time separate rooms, if Naamah and
Samael are agreeable... then, after that in the same room."

  Anne smiled and asked, "You're sure?  I should tell you that
he's black, and Naamah says he's big, powerful, virile, and has a
huge cock.. both thick and long.  She also told me that he can
fuck any woman he wants... she says she's never seen any woman
able to turn him down.  Are sure you want to watch this powerful,
black stud fucking your wife?"

  "Yes.  Absolutely.  I know that Naamah said that Samael was the
consummate stud, the hottest cunt master on the planet.  She
essentially warned me that he's going to turn you into his sex
slave.  He might very well do that, but after he's screwed you
into total exhaustion, you're still going to want to go home with
me... not with him... always."

  "What makes you think I'd want to go home with you if he's
giving the hardest, wildest, most intense orgasms of my entire
life?"

  "Because we love each other... for better or worse... and
there's a lot more to loving a person than just how hard he or
she makes you cum.  Even if Samael makes your cunt erupt into
dozens of orgasms of magnitude 10, it won't be enough.   And I
would love to see you screaming while another male has your cunt
skewered on his big cock."

  "I'm not so certain that you're right when you say women
understand men better than men understand women.  You understand
this woman very, very well, Darling."

  "Can we fuck now?  I'm so hard, it's beginning to hurt."

  "Soon, Lover... soon.  How about Martin and Barbara?

  "What about them?"

  "I'd like to fuck Martin, Honey.  I'm sure he wants to fuck me.
 Can I fuck him, Daren?"

  "Only if you give me a heads-up warning when it's about to
happen and then tell me all the sexy, hot details later."

  "That's my plan, Lover.  Are you going to fuck Barbara?"

  "That's different.  It's a 100% certainty that Martin will fuck
you the instant you let him know that you're available.  Men can
never be that certain that a woman will say 'yes'.  I'm certainly
going to try to get into Barbara's panties, but I may not
succeed."

  "You may have doubts, Daren, but I don't.  She's so hot for
you, she creaming her panties every time we go out together."

  "Mmmmm... sounds promising, but how do you know that?"

  "Well, there are a number of clues, Dear.  First, she has a
hard time keeping her eyes off your crotch when we're together. 
Second, she wears much sexier clothes than usual when we go out
with them.  Third, I've seen her secretly looking at you and
sliding her tongue over her top lip.

  "That's promising but hardly decisive," I said.

  "Oh, there's one other thing."

  "What?"

  "We went shopping together a couple of weeks ago, and she told
me that she would love to fuck you.  We discussed swapping
husbands."

  "You hot sexy Bitch!"

  "You noticed... Now... do you still want to fuck me?  Use my
mouth?  What?"  My wife stripped off her top and pulled down her
bra.

  "Your mouth now... then your hot cunt in our bedroom," I
groaned stripping as rapidly as I could.

  "We'll have to hurry, Lover.  My husband may come home
unexpectedly and you'll have to hide in the closet."

  My wife began giggling again, but when I pushed my rigid
erection into mouth that shut her up.  Her giggling was replaced
with the hot sounds of a woman sucking cock.  It only took her a
few minutes to suck the first load out of my balls.  She
swallowed every drop, then licked her lips like a cat, and
finally cleaned off my cock with her tongue.

  When she had finished, I put her on the desk with her knees
almost back against her tits.  The position made my wife look
totally whorish.  I pulled up a chair and ran my tongue up the
length of her sex trench.  Her pussy contracted forcing a big
blob of cum from her depths.  I licked it up and went to work on
her clit.  She was shrieking in hot pleasure.  Just before she
erupted in her first orgasm, I pulled away and asked, "Is this
the position you were in when I came home from my trip to
Chicago."

  "Yessssssssss," she hissed as her ass arched upward trying to
get my mouth back on her throbbing cunt.

  "And you were about to cum on his cock just like you're about
to cum on my tongue now?"

  "YESSSSS!!!  PLEASE... DO ME.  I'M ALMOST THERE, BABY.  MAKE ME
CUM!"

  "Did you beg him to finish you before he pulled out?"

  "YESSS!!!  MY CUNT WAS JUST ABOUT TO ERUPT."

  "Just like it is now?

  "OOohhhhh gawd!  Please... Don't torture me, Honey.  Let your
slut cum... please.

  She exploded in an intense orgasm within a minute after I began
licking and sucking her clitoris again.  Her juices shot out of
her convulsing hole in a series of spurts.  She was still moaning
when I turned her over and slammed my meat deep inside her
throbbing hole.

  "Oohhhhh Shit!  What a cock!  GGGAAAHHHHHHHHH... THICK... SO
FUCKING THICK... AAAHHHHHHHH... You're stretching meeeeeeeeee...
soooo good... Samael better be good if he's gonna equal you,
Stud!"
                                                 
======================================

Samael:

  As I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror, my
pussy began to seep moisture.  I wanted to look exotic, hot, and
sexy for our guests tonight... particularly for Samael.  I pulled
the bodice of my tight, short sheathe dress open even wider. 
Over half of my breasts were now exposed.

  The dress just barely covered my ass.  The matching black thong
that I was wearing was little more than a small triangle of
material that covered my pussy provided it wasn't pulled even
slightly to one side.  Of course, it covered none of my ass.

  I giggled when I ran my hands sensuously over my big tits and
belly.  My nipples were hard... they had been hard for hours
thinking about what I knew Samael was going to do to me tonight.
In fact, I had been in heat for the last two days thinking about
what Naamah had told me about Samael... how his cock was going to
stretch my pussy so much I wouldn't be able to stop howling and
then cumming when he began to fuck me with it.

  I spite of my white-hot excitement, I was also a little
worried.  Naamah had been shocked when I told her that Daren
wanted to start in separate rooms but then get together after the
men had fucked us the first time.  I remembered how she had asked
if I had told my husband what a powerful, black stud Samael was.

  "I told him every thing, Mistress Naamah.  He said he was
absolutely certain that he wanted to watch him fucking me."
  "I think your husband will regret that decision, Anne. 
Watching Samael fuck a woman and listening to how he makes her
scream and howl in total rapture usually so intimidates the
husband that he becomes temporarily impotent.  In some cases, the
impotence lasts for weeks or months."

  I couldn't get that thought out of my mind.  The last thing I
wanted was to make my sexy husband impotent.  I had tried twice
more to persuade Daren to use separate rooms for the entire
evening with no success.

  I took one last look at myself in the mirror and felt my vagina
throb again.  I couldn't resist pulling my dress down to expose
both of my tits.  "God... they feel swollen and my nipples feel
like they're about to burst."  I hoped that Samael would get hard
when he saw my tits.  I couldn't wait to feel his powerful body
against mine... his mouth over my tits... sucking my nipples and
making my pussy gush.

  When I walked into our den, Daren looked at and then did a
double take.  My cunt throbbed in response.  "How do I look?"

  "Ravishing... exotic... sultry... whorish... totally fuckable.
Are you?"

  "OOooohhhhh gawd yes!  Are you Ok with this because I'm scared
it will be more than you can handle, and you're the one who's
important to me."

  "We've been through this several times already.  I'll be fine.
I just want you to relax and enjoy the evening."

  The doorbell rang, and my husband greeted our guests.  Naamah
was wearing practically nothing.  She had on a black teddy that
was nothing more than a black bra, and several black straps
around her midsection.  The garters were attached to black mesh,
thigh-high stockings and wicked, 5-inch black heels.  One glance
at my husband's crotch told me that he already had a raging
erection.

  When Samael walked in behind Naamah, he took my breath away. 
He was heavily muscled, but not muscle bound.  He was also
sinfully and erotically handsome.  His eyes fell on me and seemed
to see right through my brief dress.  His tongue wetted his lips
as he stared at my tits. The man just oozed sex... the air seemed
to be filled with masculine sexual pheromones.  Like Daren,
Samael was also getting an erection looking at me.  It looked
huge.  I felt my liquid heat filling my thong and running down my
thighs.

  I heard my husband asking Samael if he wanted a drink.  "Yes. 
Bourbon and water, but first I must kiss and feel your wife." 
Samael moved cat-like toward me.  I was mesmerized.  Taking me in
his powerful arms, he kissed me with surprising tenderness, but
still with intensity.  His hands explored my tits, my back, my
ass, my thighs and his cock... oh god... his cock!  He pressed it
against my belly.

  When his large tongue entered, it filled my mouth.  As his lips
moved away, he whispered softly enough so that only I could hear,
"My cock will fill your cunt even fuller than my tongue fills
your mouth, Anne.  You are a delicious woman... I'm going to
devour you."

   With his hands cupping the cheeks of my ass, he lifted my feet
off the floor as if I weighed nothing.  When my crotch was level
with his cock, he pressed it hard against my cunt, once more
kissing me deeply.  This time, as his tongue moved in and out of
my mouth, he was moving my pussy up and down the length of his
now iron-hard cock.  I had my first orgasm right there in front
of everyone.  I was shaking when he lowered my feet to the floor.

  "That was a delicious appetizer.  I'll have that drink now,
Daren," Samael said as he moved away.

  Naamah came over and whispered.  "He made you cum, didn't he?"
I was still trembling too hard to answer, so I just nodded. 
"That was from just a kiss and a few caresses.  Can you imagine
how hard you're going to cum when he fucks you?  You're going to
love it... Samael's a hell of a hot fuck.  He really knows how to
use that huge prick in a woman's cunt."

  "Ooohhhh Gawd!" I moaned.  "Maybe you should take Daren to your
place?"  Naamah just laughed.

  After the drinks, Daren put on some music and the four of us
danced.  At least, we called it dancing.  As far as Samael and I
were concerning, it was really just dry fucking.  He worked that
thick shaft over my mound and belly.  Then, he would lift me like
he had done before and grind it hard against my crotch.  At one
point when he had it mashed hard against my pussy, he said,
"Spread your legs.  Lock them around my thighs so I can grind it
against your cunt slit."

  I did it, and Samael promptly dry fucked me to an intense
climax while Naamah and Daren watched.  In the midst of my
orgasm, I heard Naamah saying to my husband, "Look at your wife,
Honey.  Look at the way that stud is making her cum, and he
hasn't even undressed her yet.!"  I heard my husband groaning in
response.

  I didn't have any time to watch my husband and Naamah, however.
 Samael was busy working me into a frenzy.  His hands were under
my dress feeling my mound.  I couldn't keep my hips from hunching
in hot fuck motions that became even more pronounced when I felt
his fingers pushing beneath my thong onto my naked cunt.

  "Your body is hot and wild... willing... anxious," Samael
breathed hotly in my ear.  "I want to be in it... with this!"  He
pulled my hand to hi crotch so I could feel his masculinity.  It
was throbbing like a powerful engine beneath my hand.

  "It feels so fucking big!" I hissed.  "So hard.  Oohhhh fuck me
with it... hurry!"

  Samael hands explored my throbbing, drenched sex trench.  His
fingers pulled and stroked the lips of my pussy.  When I felt his
finger tips tracing the outline of my opening, my hips snapped
forward of their own accord driving two of his thick fingers deep
inside my erupting cunt.

  "AAAAaaaHHHHHHHH!!  OOOHHHH GOD!" I moaned as his fingers moved
over my bursting clitoris while continuing to pump my hole like a
cock.  When they were buried to the hilt, he spread his fingers
inside me... widening the slippery walls of my vagina...
preparing me to take his huge shaft.

  Juices were pouring from my hole.  "Look over there," Samael
whispered.

  I turned my head and saw Naamah on her knees in front of
Daren... sucking him... deep... holding his balls and she fucked
him with her mouth.  His balls were banging off her chin on every
thrust.

  "I'm going to fuck you now, Anne.  Naamah told me take to
another room for your first fucking.  Are you ready?"

  "Yes!" I gasped.  "Oh Yes!  Yes!  Take me upstairs and fuck
me!"   I saw my husband look at me as I begged Samael to fuck me.
 I stared into his eyes and licked my lips in helpless passion.

  Before taking me upstairs, Samael stripped me naked except for
my heels right there in the den.   I had a small orgasm when I
heard him say to my husband, "Daren, I'm going to take your wife
upstairs to your bedroom and fuck her.  I'm sure Naamah will keep
you entertained."

  With that, Samael scooped me up in his arms and carried me up
the stairs.  He had one hand under my back, and the other one on
my ass with his fingers buried in my cunt and assholes.  He made
sure to turn me so that Daren could see everything.

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

  Naamah was gasping for breath as I repeatedly drove my rod deep
into her throat.  I had told her that if she gagged, I would whip
her ass... once for each time she gagged.  She only gagged twice
even though I was driving all 8 inches deep into her throat. 
When it was buried, I would pinch her nose shut and keep my cock
buried deep.  When she began to turn red, I would pull back and
allow the slut to breathe.

  I thought I was torturing her until she groaned, "I'm
cumming... ooohhhh fuckkkk... I'm cumming Daren... hard.  Fuck my
mouth ...  more... while I cummmmmm!"

  When her orgasm abated, she pulled my iron-hard dick from her
mouth and nuzzled her nose and face into the space between my
balls and thigh.  "MMMMMMMM... I love your masculine aroma, Stud.
 And that cock... oh my god... what a fantastic cock you've got,
Honey.  I don't usually cum when I suck a man, but you're
different.  Sucking your cock makes me cum.  Are you going to
fuck me now?  Samael's already fucking your wife.  I need your
cock up my cunt.   Please."

  "Soon, not yet," I replied.

  "But I need it!  I want it!  Your big cock up my cunt! 
Please... Do it to me now!"  I loved hearing Naamah moan and
plead with me to fuck her.  Is there a man on the planet who
doesn't just love hearing a woman begging for cock.

  After stripping her to just her heels, I put the moaning female
on her back on the couch.  "Spread wide, Naamah.  One leg up on
the back of the couch... the other one out to the side... Spread
now!"

  "Oh yes... I'm spreading... You're going to fuck me, aren't
you?  Aaaahhhh... hurry.  Stick it in meeee!"

  I moved between her gaping thighs, but with my head and tongue
instead of my cock.  As soon as the tongue slid up her slit and
over her engorged clitoris, Naamah howled and drove her hips hard
against my mouth.

  My tongue twisted and curled inside her throbbing hole.  For
long moments, I pressed my lips tightly against her opening and
worked my tongue over her throbbing clitoris and then as deep
inside her as I could get attempting to reach her G-spot.  I must
have gotten close judging from Naamah's rapturous cries.

  Her head was now thrashing from side to side, her hands curled
into fists that gripped the side of the couch as the pleasure
surged through her cunt.  Moving back to her clit, I nipped it
with my teeth, bringing hot screeches of pain and pleasure from
her lips.

  That action drove Naamah over the edge again.  Her body arched
high off the couch as she hissed and shrieked in the throes of an
intense orgasm.  I didn't let up.  Having made Naamah cum once
while sucking me and a second time under my tongue, I attacked
her throbbing clitoris.  Her legs flew straight out and locked. 
She quivered and throbbed as her toes curled back.  She came
again... and then again.

  "Stop... oh god... stop... can't take this...
aaaahhhhh...fuckkkk... nnooo..nooo... don't... don't...
uunngghhhhhh OHHHHH FUCK!  DON'T STOP!  DON'T STOP!  I'M
CUMMING... CUMMINGG... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  Not only was Naamah continuing to explode in repeated orgasms,
they were becoming harder and more intense.  Suddenly, she hit a
huge peak.  Her moans became wild shrieks... her sex juices
spurted in uncontrolled gushes from her erupting cunt.

  "Ooohhhhh my god... I LOVE IT!  WHAT A STUD!"  Naamah was
panting so hard she could hardly speak.  When she did gain some
control over her voice, she cooed, "Are you going to fuck me now?
 You can fuck me anytime you want... anywhere... oooohhh god...
you must made me cum 10 times..just harder and harder and harder
until I thought my heart might stop."

  I moved out of Naamah's sex saddle and stared at her heaving
chest.  Her legs remained spread wide with one dangling off the
couch.  I was getting ready to mount her, when we both heard my
wife howling at the top of her lungs from upstairs.

  "Samael is rutting your wife... hard... deep... she's having
continuous orgasms on his cock.  He shoots in huge loads of cum.
Is your wife on the pill?"

  "Yeah," I replied my cock growing even harder in response to
the wild shrieks coming from wife.

  "The next time Samael fucks your wife, she will not be taking
the pill."

  "Why not?"

  "Because he will not allow her the pleasure of his cock again
if she takes birth control.  He permits that only the first time.
 After that, her cunt must be unprotected from his potent sperm."

  "Well, I'm sure she will take the pill," I stated flatly.

  "Then he will not fuck her.  Most women will stop taking their
birth control medication if that's the only way they can get
Samael to fuck them again.  Listen to your wife.   Have you ever
her howl and shriek like that when you fuck her?  She will stop
taking the pill if that's the only way she can have Samael's cock
again.  Does it make you hard and hot to hear your wife screaming
and wailing like that as she has orgasm after orgasm?"

  "Yes!" I moaned

  "Shall we go upstairs and listen... perhaps peek in the
bedroom.  You can fuck me while we watch Samael power fucking
your wife."

  When we were outside the closed door to the master bedroom, I
could hardly believe the intensity of my wife's screams.

  "EEEIIIIIIEEEEEE!  AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!  HARDER...
FUCK ME HARDER...AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!  
GGGAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!  OH SHIT... OH SHIT... CUMMING...
CUMMINGGG... AGAIN... AAAAHHHHHH!!!  EEEIIIIEEEEEE!!"

  "Open the door and peek in.  See how Samael is fucking her,"
Naamah urged.  "Don't worry about being seen.  All Samael cares
about right now is your wife's hot cunt hole,  and all she cares
about is his huge prick making her cum."

  When I looked in, I saw Samael mounted above my wife.  He was
supporting himself on outstretched arms and his toes.  It was as
if he were doing rapid-fire, fast push-ups over my screaming
wife.  Her legs were high in the air, her knees just outside her
big bouncing tits.  Her feet flailed helplessly high above her
head as her toes curled back.  Samael was fucking his huge organ
straight down into my wife waiting cunt hole.  Every stroke was
driving the entire length of his cock into her cunt.  Each time
his big balls bounced against her ass, she grunted and wailed
like a mare taking a stallion... in this case, a huge, black
stallion.

  "AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!  FUCK ME! OHHHHH
GOD... FUCK IT, STUD.  FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!  YES... YES... YESS...
LIKE THAT... LIKE THAT..AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!  AAHH-UNG!"

  "How can she take that much cock up her cunt?" I asked Naamah,
amazed.

  "He goes slowly at first... working in more and more cock. 
Eventually, he has her womb pushed far back and her vagina
stretched wide open... babies come out of the hole... it can
certainly be stretched to take a 10-inch cock even if it is as
thick as my wrist.  Look again.  This time just look at his cock
sinking in and out of your wife.  Look how widely he has her cunt
stretched."

  I peered into the room again, this time focusing on the
connection of the huge shaft with my wife's cunt.

  "Come on, Daren.  I need to be fucked too.  I'll bend over and
you can fuck me while you watch Samael ramming your wife."
  Hurrying to the guest bedroom, I returned with two pillows to
make Naamah more comfortable.  "You're so considerate of the
cunts you're fucking, Darling," she teased as she bent over and
arched her ass high to make her cunt hole accessible.  Just
before I slammed into her, I glanced back into the master
bedroom.

  Samael now had Anne on her knees just like I had Naamah.  The
difference was that I was fucking Naamah with a hard 8-inch cock.
 Samael was hammering my wife's widely-stretched fuck hole with
10-inches of thick, black shaft.  Inside the bedroom, Anne was
groaning as the 10-inch ramrod was forcing its way into her
pussy.
  "OOohhhh god... sooo damn big....aaahhh...OOOHH OOOHHH...
OOHHH... OOOOH... GO EASY... OH MY GAWD!  HOW MUCH MORE COCK?"
she wailed.

  "Four more inches, Slut!" came the reply.

  "OH OH OH OH OH OH...  UNGH  UNGHH  UNGGHH UNGGHH!!!  IS IT ALL
IN ME NOW?"

  "Two more inches of cock, Anne.  Spread your legs wider!"

  "I can't ... OHHHHH FUCK... IT'S TOOO BIG.  CAN'T TAKE ANY
MORE... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH.... NOOOOOOOOOO.... STOPPP...
UUGGGHHHHHH... GGGGAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

  "All in, Baby.  All 10 inches of black meat.  Ready to be
fucked?"

  "Nooo...go slow... go slow...goooooo AAAAEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!  OH
GOD DAMN!  YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEE!!  UGH UGH UGH UGH!!"

  Suddenly, Samael stopped.  "Make up your mind, Bitch.  You want
to be fucked or not.  If not, we'll stop and go watch your
husband nailing Naamah."

  'NO... Don't Stop.  Please... don't stop.  I'm sorry... I won't
complain anymore... just fuck me...keep fucking meeeeeeeeee....
as hard and as deep as you want, Darling... just keep fucking my
pussy!!"

  I was now fucking Naamah with slow, deep strokes causing her to
sigh with pleasure.  She turned her head toward me and said with
a seductive smile.  "You hear that, Daren.  You hear your wife
begging for Samael's cock.  You think she won't stop taking the
pill when he tells her to?  Bet on it.  She stop instantly to get
his cock up her hot cunt again.  Now fuck me, Baby.  I'm about to
cum."

  "I think it's time to fuck your hot ass, Naamah.  Reach back
and pull it open for me, Slut!"  When she didn't immediately
follow instructions, I gave her one of the two spanks I owed her
for gagging.

  "WHACK!"

  "OOOHHHH FUCK!  THAT HURT!" she wailed.

  "The next one will hurt worse.  Pull your ass open... NOW!"

  This time she didn't hesitate.  Once she had her buttocks
separated and her hole fully exposed, I wondered why I had waited
so long to sample her luscious asshole.

  I swabbed my organ over her hole and drove it into her bowels.
She grunted as she took it deep.  A minute later, I was fucking
8-inches of cock in and out of her ass as she moaned with
pleasure.  After another minute, she was cumming again.

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

  We were all back in the den.  I had fixed another round of
drinks but neither my wife nor Samael had any interest in drinks
at the moment.  He had her on sitting on the couch with his hips
socked firmly between her legs and his thick rod planted deep
inside her cunt.  My wife's feet were flailing the air as she
took one hard thrust after another... each one bringing hot cries
from her lungs.  It seemed to me like she was cumming almost
continuously.

  "UGH UGH UGH!!  FUCK IT, DARLING.  FUCK ME HARDER.  WATCH HIM
FUCKING ME, DAREN.... HE'S ABOUT TO MAKE YOUR WIFE CUM AGAIN!"

  I think Naamah could see how stressed I was becoming because
she whispered in my ear, "Ignore them, Honey.  I need your cock
in my ass again.  Bend me over the chair and give it to me,
Honey."  A minute or so later, my cock was buried in Naamah's
asshole.

  Samael glanced over at me fucking his girlfriend's ass.  I knew
what was coming next.  He spread my wife out on her back on the
floor, shoved her legs up and then straight out to he side.  The
position elevated her ass.  Samael squirted some lubricant on his
cock and even more into her ass.  Once he had her lubed, he
fitted the head of his sex spike in the opening of my wife's ass.
 Her eyes flew open in panic, but she made no effort to escape.

  Samael pushed his organ firmly against my wife's ass, and I saw
the big head shoving Anne's anal ring inward.  Samael pushed with
more force and gradually Anne's asshole began to open under the
pressure.  Suddenly, the head sank into my wife's hole.  Again,
Samael squirted astroglide on his shaft and continued to force
his cock into my wife's ass.  Anne groaned with the pain, but
never made the slightest effort to escape.

  As the thick shaft sank further into her, Anne's head was
thrashing causing her hair to splay out on either side of her
head.  As inch after thick inch of the black phallus disappeared
inside my wife's ass, she continued to grunt and cry out, but by
the time Samael's cock was fully buried in her ass, she was only
moaning softly.

  For a full minute, Samael remained still allowing Anne to
become used to having her ass packed with 10-inches of cock. 
Slowly, he pulled his rod back until only the head was still
lodged inside her hole.  She gasped with discomfort and some
pain.  This increased when Samael drove his weapon back into her
ass.  Back and forth... slowly... lubricant being poured onto the
shaft frequently.  Finally, my wife's ass was a gaping stretched
hole and Samael's cock moved easily back and forth in her back
passage.

  At this point, he began fucking Anne's ass harder and faster. 
Her previous cries of pain were gradually replaced with moans of
pleasure.  Her body began to tremble as she got closer to
cumming.  In the middle of the ass fucking, Samael pulled half of
his cock out of my wife's ass and stopped moving.  Instantly,
Anne's hips humped up to swallow the rest of the cock with her
ass.

  It was a cock hardening sight to watch my wife fucking her ass
on Samael's huge organ.  When Samael again began to thrust
vigorously into Anne's ass, she howled as her body erupted in a
huge, ass-fuck induced climax.

  After her first anal climax, Samael pumped her to several more.
 She was cumming easily now as her fingers worked feverishly over
her throbbing clitoris.  After bringing to at least a half-dozen
more climaxes, Samael began to shoot his load up my wife's ass. 
I wondered how many times he had already cum inside my wife.

  That night, we all slept together in our king-sized bed in our
master bedroom.  I don't think I'll ever forget it.  I fucked
Naamah twice more before I collapsed from exhaustion.  While I
screwed his girlfriend, Samael continued to pleasure my wife...
again and again.

  Sometime around 3 AM, the shaking of the bed awakened me.  I
didn't have to open my eyes to figure out what was happening. 
But I did anyway.  Samael had Anne in doggie position nailing
10-inches of cock into her.  She was wailing and howling as
usual... begging him to fuck her harder... to make her cum again.

  At 4:30 AM, I felt Anne's body bumping against mine.  When I
looked at her, she whispered, "He's behind me, Darling.  He's
fucking me spoon style."

  "Does it hurt?"  I asked concerned.

  "It did at first, but not any longer.  I can take him easily
now.  But my pussy's going to be pretty loose for you for
awhile...  aaahhhh..  aahhhhh... Oh shit, Honey... He's fucking
me faster now.  OOOOHhhhhhh god... hold me, Honey.  Hold me while
I cum on his big fuck stick!  UUNNNGGGGGGG!"

  It wasn't quite daybreak...maybe 6 AM.  This time, Samael was
kneeling on the bed.  He had my wife lying on her side with her
legs drawn up to her chest to expose her cunt hole for his use. 
From less than a foot away, I watched as he pounded that huge
shaft in and out of my wife's vagina.  I think she came two or
three times before another load of cum pumped into her.

  I fell asleep again.  This time when I awoke, it was nearly
noon, and Anne and I were alone in our bed.  Apparently, Naamah
and Samael had dressed and left earlier.  I was hard and wanted
to fuck my wife.

  "Are you too sore to fuck, Darling.  I really need you."

  "I'm sore, but never too sore for you.  I am too damn loose for
you this morning though.  By tomorrow or maybe the next day, my
pussy will be back to normal.  Let's make love instead of
fucking.  And let's use the missionary so I can see your face
when we're making love."

  I mounted my wife and easily slipped into her depths.  Like she
had warned me, her pussy was stretched and very loose, but once I
was fully embedded in her vagina, it suddenly got tight.

  "What happened?" I moaned, loving the sensation.

  "I'm squeezing you with my vagina, Lover.  Like it?"

  "Oh hell yes.  That's fabulous."

  "I save that for my husband.  I never did it with Samael."

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

Couplings:

  By Sunday evening, two days after our marathon sex session with
Naamah and Samael, Anne's pussy had recovered and was essentially
back to normal size.  We were relaxing after dinner in our den
when Anne asked, "Are you all right, Daren?  You seem preoccupied
about something.  Naamah?  Samael?"

  "Both, I guess.  Friday night Naamah told me that the next time
Samael fucks you, you won't be taking your birth control pills. 
That has been worrying me.  Is there anything to that or was she
just pulling my chain?"  When Anne hesitated, I got even more
worried.

  "He mentioned that while we were in bed, but at the time, I
thought it was just sex talk to excite us both."

  "And now?"

  "Early Saturday morning, after he had screwed me around 6 AM,
he told me the same thing again.  Since he and Naamah were
getting dressed to leave, I didn't think it was just sex talk
then.  He does want to fuck my unprotected pussy, Honey.  I'm
sure of that."

  "I can't handle that," I stated flatly.

  "I know you can't."

  "So?  What are you going to do?  Naamah predicted that you
would do what he demands and stop taking the pill."

  Again, Anne hesitated.  "What if I go off the pill but only see
Samael during my non-fertile periods?  Then, it wouldn't make any
difference."

  "It's just my opinion, but I don't think there's any chance
that will work with Samael.  As soon as you refuse sex when your
fertile period arrives, he'll know."

  "Yeah, you're right.  How about if I tell him I've stopped but
don't?

  "That's a better plan.  It will work until a month goes by and
you don't become pregnant.  Then, he'll know."

  "Sometimes it takes more than a month even if a woman isn't
using any birth control," Anne countered.

  "Not with Samael it doesn't.  I saw the size of the loads he
was shooting in you, remember?  If you actually go off birth
control, there's no way you'll get through the first month
without getting pregnant... Not with that stud fucking you
regularly.  So, what are you going to do?"

  After a few minutes of silence, Anne asked, "What do you want
me to do?"

  "That's a no-brainer.  I want you to tell him there's no way
you're going to allow him to fuck you without birth control, and
then, I want you to back that up with action."

  My wife nodded and said nothing more.

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

  I didn't see Naamah at work from Monday through Wednesday,
which wasn't unusual since she worked as an assistant sales rep
which did not really overlap with my job as VP of Personnel. 
Nevertheless, considering the hot sex session we had had on
Friday, I was somewhat surprised that she didn't drop in, if for
nothing else other than to say hello.

  The next time I saw Naamah was Thursday afternoon.  I had taken
a new job applicant out for lunch, and when I returned at 2 PM,
Naamah was waiting for me in my outer office.

  "Hi.  Long time, no see," I said cheerfully.

  "I've been pretty tied up with seeing clients for the company.
I have seen Anne everyday since Monday though.  Didn't she tell
you?"

  "No.  She never said a word about it.  When have you been
seeing her?"

  "We've had lunch together everyday this week.  And just between
you and me, I've extended lunch 30 minutes or so each day."

  "For sex?" I asked with a knowing look.

  "No.  We haven't done it together since that afternoon you came
home and caught us in bed.  We've just been chatting."

  "Now you have me curious.  Men are always curious about what
women discuss when they're alone.  Care to satisfy my curiosity?"
I asked hopefully.

  "Mostly about sex, but I'm sure you guessed that.  Actually,
I've been giving her instructions, Daren.  It's customary and
expected that a mistress will give her acolytes instructions."

  Once again I felt the same cold shivers as I had felt when
Naamah, Anne, and I were discussing whether or not we should have
a sex party with her boyfriend Samael.  She had given me a
strange smile, and shivers had run up and down my spine.  Now, I
could feel the hair on my arms and back standing on end. 
Finally, I managed to ask, "What instructions have you given
Anne?"

  "Don't worry, Daren.  It's nothing sinister.  It was just some
advice as to how to best please Samael when he visits her.  Just
girl-girl talk."

  "We haven't seen Samael since our party last Friday evening. 
In fact, this is the first I've seen of you since then.  
Frankly, I think Anne is a little disappointed.  Samael really
rang her bell... at least two dozen times."

  "He always rings a woman's bell, Daren."

  "I suppose so.  That's why she was somewhat disappointed that
he didn't call."

  "I'm sure she was, but don't worry, your wife's disappointment
will end this afternoon."

  "Samael is going to visit my wife this afternoon?"

  "That's what he told me this morning, Daren."

  "Is he coming over for sex?  When?" I asked, already knowing
the answer to the first question but not the second.

  Naamah once again flashed me that same weird smile before she
said, "Of course for sex.  What time is it now?"

  I glanced at my watch.  "It's 2:45 PM."

  "Then, Samael's fucking your wife right now.  In fact, his cock
has probably been in her cunt or her ass for over an hour now. 
That's why I stopped by to see you."

  "I don't understand."

  "Well, since Samael will be fucking Anne until some time late
tonight, I thought we might have an enjoyable, sexy evening
together.  Sound like fun?  I really enjoyed our time together
last Friday evening.  If you're interested, I'll come over to
your place after we get off work this afternoon."

  I felt my head nodding in agreement... or acceptance.  I wasn't
certain which it was.  "Great.  I'll come by after work and ride
with you, if that's Ok?"

  Once more, I nodded.  A moment later, Naamah was gone.

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

  As soon as Naamah left my office, I picked up the phone and
called my wife.  Three rings... four... five... six.  I let the
phone ring 10 times without getting an answer.  Hanging up, I
wondered if Naamah had made the whole thing up.  I called again.
This time, my wife answered after a couple of rings.

  "Anne!  Is that you?"

  "Yes... It's me.  Hello, Darling."

  "Naamah was just here."

  "I know.  She told me she would tell you."

  "Oh god.  Is he there now?"

  "Yesss."

  "Is that why you didn't answer the phone before?"

  "I'm sorry.  Samael was about to cum.  Obviously, he wasn't
interested in my leaving to answer the phone."

  "So he finished fucking you and let you answer the phone this
time?"

  "No."

  "I don't understand."

  "He finished cumming in me... he didn't finish fucking me.  He
fucking me right now."

  "Right now?  How?"

  "He has me bent over the desk... while I'm talking to you..
.he's in my cunt... doggie... fucking me.....  oooohhhhh god...
he's so damn big... so fucking hard!  aaaahhhhhhhhh... I'm so
sorry, Darling.  I tried not to moan, but he's just fucking me
too hard... too deep... uunnggghhhh!!  Oohhh... he's going to
take me back to the bedroom... I have to hang up...
GGHHHAAAAAAA....."   The line went dead.

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  I was going crazy wondering if Samael was impregnating my wife.
 It was no better by the time Naamah arrived a little after 5 PM.
 As we drove toward my home, she sat facing me in the front seat
again wearing that strange smile.  Finally, she spoke.

  "He's fucking her, Daren.  Right now... as we drive toward your
home, Samael's cock is in your wife's cunt... fucking her...
hard... making her scream and cum."

  When I moaned, she grinned and asked, "Are you hard, Daren?  Is
your cock hard thinking about how Anne is squealing with hot
pleasure when that thick, black cock sinks into her?"

  "Yes!  Oh hell yes!"

  "Of course you're hard, Daren.  Every single man I've known has
gotten hard when he either knew or watched Samael fucking his
wife.  But you're more than just hard; you look worried.  Are you
worried, Daren?"

  "Yes, I'm worried.  Sex is one thing.  We all enjoyed that last
Friday night, but getting my wife pregnant is something entirely
different."

  "That's true, but isn't Anne on the pill?  She was last Friday
night.  Did she stop taking birth control?"

  "I don't know," I moaned.

  "Well, if she did, Samael is not only fucking your sexy wife;
he's breeding her."  Naamah reached over and ran her hand up and
down the bulge in my pants.  "MMmmmm... it doesn't seem to be
worrying you too much, Honey.  Your big cock is hard as stone!  I
can't wait to have it in me again."

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

  As soon as we opened the front door, we heard Anne moaning
loudly in our bedroom.  We could tell exactly how fast Samael was
fucking her by the timing of her moans and deep grunts.  Naamah
wrapped her hand around my shaft as we listened to the erotic
sounds.

  "Every time your wife takes Samael's cock, she howls and your
cock throbs, Daren.  It's almost like you're the one being
fucked.  Just listen to her squeal and wail.  She's cumming,
Honey... over and over."

  I hurried to our bedroom with Naamah right behind me.  Samael
had my wife on her back in the middle of the bed.  The powerful
stud was between Anne's thighs with 8 or 9 inches of his cock
socked into her cunt.  He held her legs out to the side with his
hands behind her knees.  My wife's legs were rigid, her toes
pointed and sticking straight out to the side of her body.  With
each cock thrust, her toes curled back.

  Moving to the foot of the bed, I sat down on the floor so I
could see the huge phallus fucking my wife's cunt.  Samael
grinned and spread his legs so I had a clear view of his thick
shaft pumping my wife's pussy.  As I watched, he pulled at least
9 inches of cock out of her cunt.  Anne's inner lips clung to the
huge organ as it retreated, as if trying to keep it inside her
hole.  She didn't have to worry.  As soon as all 9 inches were
out, Samael slammed his cock back into my wife's waiting, open
cunt hole.

  Watching that huge shaft stretching her vagina and sinking
in... in.... in.... in... until his balls slapped against her
upturned ass was an unbelievable sight.  It seemed impossible
that my wife could take all of his cock inside her pussy.

  Samael leaned forward, covering her body, He released her legs,
but my wife bent her knees and kept her legs high in the air and
wide open.  Her hands gripped his ass and tried to pull him into
her embrace even harder.  Anne's face was a contorted mask of
sexual frenzy... her eyes were clenched shut, her lips pulled
back... teeth bared... her feet dancing in the air.  She was
moaning continuously, but every time he thrust his cock into her,
her moans were punctuated with deep throated grunts.  Her grunts
and shrieks were mixed the dull thud of male flesh against her
body.

"OOOOHHHHHH ... UUGGHHHH!!  WHOMPPFF!

"OOOOHHHHHH ... UUGGHHHH!!  WHOMPPFF!

"OOOOHHHHHH ... UUGGHHHH!!  WHOMPPFF!

  "Are you ready to have another cum load shot into your fertile
cunt, Anne?"

  "OOOHHHH... UUGGHHHH!  OOOHHHH!... UUGGHHHH"

  "Answer me, Cunt!  Are you ready for the next cum load?"

  "Yess... oh god yesss.... shoot it innnnnnnn... fuck me full of
sperm... BREED MEEEEEEE!!"

  Samael rammed his phallus all the way inside my wife's vagina.
His balls were pressed tightly against her ass.  He held her ass
in position with his powerful hands and pumped hard, fast,
one-inch strokes in and out of my wife's throbbing channel.  Her
mouth and eyes opened wide in a mixture of intense passion and
amazement as the black stallion ejaculated into her hole.  My
wife hissed hotly as her cunt contracted about the shooting shaft
in a hard orgasm that milked even more sperm and semen from
Samael's balls.

  Suddenly, cum spewed from the small gaps between her cunt walls
and the black shaft.  Even as the load was gushing from her hole,
Samael was shooting in more sperm and semen.  With 10 inches of
cock buried in Anne's cunt, I knew the load was shooting straight
into her womb and drenching her cervix.

  Naamah now had my cock out stroking it rapidly as I watched the
black stud unloading inside my wife.  "Shoot it, Daren.  Shoot
your load all over the floor while Samael's shooting his deep
inside Anne's hot, eager cunt hole!"

  I couldn't hold it... no possible way.  Five huge streams of
semen shot out several feet into the air and landed on the foot
of the bed between the two powerful, black thighs.

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  Samael didn't leave until 11 PM.  When he did leave, he also
left six loads of semen and sperm inside my wife's vagina.  He
didn't waste any in her mouth or ass.  There was no possible way
to count the number of orgasms Anne had had... dozens upon
dozens, at least.

  We both took a warm bath together and cuddled in the tub.  When
we were in bed, Anne pushed me onto my back and mounted me. 
"I've been waiting for this all evening," she whispered softly as
her vagina captured my rigid cock.  I thrust upward and buried
myself in her warmth.

  "AAAhhhhhh god... that feels good," we both said at almost the
same time.

  Anne worked her pussy up and down my shaft.  Each time my balls
kissed her ass, she ground her clitoris hard against my pubic
bone and again, we both moaned with the hot sensations.

  Without thinking, I blurted out, "I'm sorry I'm not as big as
Samael and can't please you like he can."

  The motion of my wife's hips stopped instantly!  "If you ever
say anything like that to me  again, Daren, I swear you'll be in
the guest bedroom for a long time."

  "I'm sorry... really sorry, Anne.  It's just hard for me to
take watching how hard he makes you cum."

  Once more her vagina began to slide slowly, sensuously up and
down the length of my cock.  "Listen to me, Daren.  It's true
that he's long and thick, which allows him to stretch me and
reach places inside me that you can't reach.  The sensations that
huge cock produces inside my pussy are awesome... but it's like
be hooked up to a huge, metallic fucking machine.  You've seen
women getting it from fucking machines on the internet.  They all
go crazy.  That's exactly the way it is with Samael."

  I nodded savoring the delicious feel of Anne's hot pussy on my
cock.  "But do you think those women on the internet ever give up
their boyfriends and husbands for one of those fucking machines?
Samael makes me cum like crazy, but he leaves me cold.  When he
finishes fucking me, I feel used and empty, not warm and good
like I feel after you give it to me.  Besides all that, your
thick 8 inches is more than enough to make this woman cum as many
times as you want her to cum.... so shut up about that organic
fucking machine, and fuc me harder, Darling.  I'm right on the
edge.  Bang my cunt, Stud!"

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

  Naamah didn't come around on Friday, but when I entered my home
a little after 5 PM, I found my wife naked except for her 4-inch,
CFM heels and her pink panties that were pulled down to the
crease of her thighs and ass.

  "Yum-yum!" I commented.  "Is all of this for me?"

  My wife looked away and said, "Later it is, Honey, but not now.
 Samael called and said he would be over soon.  He told me that I
was to be naked except for my panties and heels when he arrived."

  "Ok.  I guess I should have known.  Why are your panties pulled
down below your ass?"

  "Samael told me to wear them that way."

  "I wonder why he had you wear panties at all?"

  "I think it's because this looks much more slutty than just
being naked, Darling."

  I had to agree.

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

  We had just finished eating dinner when the front door opened
and Samael entered.  He either had a key Anne had given him or
she must have left the door unlocked.  In any case, he didn't
bother ringing the bell before he strode into our home.

  "Let's go into the den, Anne," he said without preamble.

  "I'll be with you just as soon as I get all these dishes in the
dishwasher, Samael."

  "Let Daren put the dishes in to wash.  I want you in the den
now."

  To my disgust and shock, Anne looked helplessly at me and then
hurried to join Samael in the den.  I had just begun to load the
dishes into the dishwasher when I heard my wife's first groans.

  The dishes were instantly forgotten.  Looking into the den, I
saw Samael sitting on the couch with my wife leaning over him. 
His 10-inch cock was sticking out of his shorts.  Only six inches
were visible; the other four inches were already inside my wife's
mouth and she was working hard to suck in the rest of Samael's
huge organ.  Even though I had seen it many times before, it was
still hard to believe how thick Samael's cock was.  My wife's
mouth was stretched into a huge hole just to get the head inside.

  "Suck it all, Slut.  You know how... let it slide down your
throat... take it... now!" Samael ordered.
  I was about to object when I saw my wife obeying his command. 
Gradually, she worked her lips down the huge shaft forcing more
and more into her mouth.  When Samael's cock entered her throat,
I could see her neck bulge as the cock head moved deeper and
deeper. Finally, Anne's lips were locked about the base of the
huge shaft.  Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it hard.  When she
pulled back, the bulge in her neck rose and exited.  When 9
inches of black meat were out of her mouth, it started back
in....until again her lips were locked about the base.

  I didn't expect Samael to shoot his load into my wife's mouth,
and he didn't.  After he allowed her to suck him for 10 minutes
or so, he pulled his iron-hard shaft from my wife's mouth.  "Bend
over the couch," he ordered.  "Head down, ass up.  Reach back and
open your fuck hole for me."

  There was no hesitation.  My cock rose to full erection when I
watched my wife bending over into the position Samael had
demanded and spreading her pussy open with her fingers.  Moving
behind her, Samael worked the big, mushroom head of his cock into
her opening.

  "AAahhhhh yessss!" my wife hissed with hot pleasure.  "Put it
in me, Samael... all the way into meeeeeeeee!"

  Slowly... gradually... the huge shaft was worked into my wife's
cunt hole.  She moaned continuously as he entered her.  I
couldn't resist moving closer so I could see the actual
penetration.  Samael grinned at me and moved slightly so I could
see his cock stretching her hole and pushing deeper and deeper.

  "Aaahhhh god... is it all in?" my wife moaned.

  "Two more inches to go, Anne."

  "OOoouuuuuu.... innnn....  stick it all innnnnnnnnn," Anne
begged.  Samael rammed it in to the hilt, his balls slapping
against her clit.  He began pounding her ... deep ... hard...
bringing a series of high-pitched female squeals and moans of
delight from my wife.

  "AAAEEEEEIIII.... AAAEEEIIII... EEEEEEEE..... HARDER...
AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

  It only took him five minutes of intense fucking to shoot the
first cum load into her throbbing hole.

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

  At 9 PM, after Anne had been fucked twice, we had some snacks
along with some wine for Anne and beer for Samael and myself. 
"This is one fine woman you've got, Daren.  You're a lucky dude."

  He was standing beside Anne cupping her tit when he said it. 
He held his semi-hard thick shaft in his hand as he worked his
hand over her tits.  Even semi-hard, it was as thick as my cock
and almost as long.  "How should I fuck her this time, Daren? 
Any suggestions?  Pick something that gives you a good view."

  "Sit on the couch and have her mount you.  Pull her body
forward so I can see the cock pumping her cunt," I suggested,
amazed that I was actually giving another man directions as to
how he should fuck my wife.  A few minutes later, I was watching
his organ pumping in and out of her widely stretched pussy.

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

  On Saturday, Samael didn't call, and I never heard from Naamah.
 "Well, it seems that we have the evening to ourselves, Anne. 
How about dinner, dancing, and hot fucking later?"  I asked
hopefully.

  "No.  I don't think so," she replied.  I was crestfallen.  But
my spirits perked up ten-fold when she added, "I would much
prefer  hot fucking, dinner, dancing, and then some more hot
fucking later.  Ok?"

  We spent over an hour in bed screwing in every position we
could invent.  I shot off twice,  and she was howling and cumming
every bit as loudly as she did with Samael.  But it was better,
much better, because in addition to having loud, intense orgasms,
she was continuously kissing me and telling me how much she loved
me and loved the way I made her feel.

  Dinner was great.  The dancing was even better as Anne
plastered herself against me on the dance floor and hunched her
pussy against my cock in spite of the fact that dozens of men
were watching with lust and an equal number of women were
watching with a mixture of disgust, envy, and excitement.

  "Everyone is watching us, Honey," I whispered in her ear.

  "I know.  I love it.  I want every man here to know that I'm
your woman, and you're going to be fucking my ass off later
tonight."  That did wonders for my male ego and for my libido.  I
spent the entire evening with a raging erection.

  At 10 PM, we couldn't wait any longer.  Hurrying home, we
stripped as we ran to the bedroom.  By 10:15 PM, my cock was
buried up my wife's pussy and we were trying hard to fuck each
other into exhaustion.  When I exploded inside her the first
time, the rigidity of my cock hardly decreased.

  "Oohhhh god... Fantastic!  You're still hard," my wife moaned
in amazement.  "Fuck me with that thing, Stud.  Ohhhhh FUCK!  Now
I'm cumming.  Give it to meeeeeeeeeee!!"

  Naturally, Anne won the contest.  Shortly before midnight, I
fell off her body after ejaculating for the third time and
collapsed to the bed, exhausted.  "You win," I moaned.  "Can't
keep up with you."

  "We both win, Baby.  That was awesome!"  We cuddled up together
and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

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

  The motion of the bed awakened me.  Glancing at the lighted
clock beside the bed, I saw that it was after 3 AM.  As I slowly
came out of my sleep-induced coma, I became aware of my wife
gasping and moaning beside me in the bed.  I also became aware
that the bed was shaking.

  Turning toward Anne, I tried to see what was happening, but the
room was almost pitch dark.  I couldn't even see shadows.  The
only light was coming from the small night light plugged into the
wall socket.  Gradually, as my night vision kicked in, I was able
to make out the outline of my wife's white legs flailing in the
air on either side of a large black shadowy figure.

  "What's happening?" I gasped at Anne.

  "Ugh ... ugh! ... ugh!  aaahhhhh!  Samael..  aaahhhh god...
It's Samael... uuunngghhhh... he's in meeeeeeee... aaaahhh
fuckkkkkk!  fuck!  ooohhhhh... yessss...  he's fucking
meeeeeeeeeee!"

  "How?  How did he get in the house?"  I asked, stunned.  The
squeaking of the bedsprings increased as did the amplitude of the
bed's oscillations.  Samael was ramming it into Anne harder and
deeper.

  "OOOuuu  OOouuuu.. OOoouuuu... aaahhhhhhh... cumminggg... I'm
cumminggg, Daren... aaahhhhhhhhhh!"

  "But how did he get into the house," I groaned.

  "He doesn't ... aaaahhhhh... uunnghhhh... he's cumming...
OOHHHHH FUCK!  HE'S CUMMING IN MEEEEEEEEE!"

  "How?" I repeated.
  "DON'T ...AAAHHHH... KNOW ...  UUGHHH!  UUNNGGHH!  HE DOESN'T
HAVE A KEY!" my wife gasped in between the shrieks and grunts
being forced from her mouth by the huge cock that relentlessly
pounded in and out of her vagina.  "He's about to cum again! 
AAAAHHHHH... HE'S CUMMING IN MEEEEEEEEEEE!"  she shouted.

  I could just barely make out Samael's form as he hammered his
cock into my wife.  It looked like he now had her legs pressed
all the way back onto the bed on either side of her head
completely opening up her pussy for his use.

  I flicked on the bedside lamp, and instantly, the room was
flooded with light.  With my wife's legs pressed onto the bed
beside her bouncing tits, I watched as Samael's powerful thighs
and buttocks drove his thick organ into my wife with masculine
authority.  She was screaming in mindless ecstasy every time the
black shaft thudded into the bottom of her cunt hole.

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

Aftereffects:

  After that Saturday night, we heard no more from Samael.  Nor
did I ever see Naamah again.  As VP of Personnel, I was concerned
and asked my staff to check on her.  The Assistant VP gave me his
report that afternoon.

  "I'm not certain what to make of this, Daren.  Naamah Debura
seems to have vanished.  She hasn't been to work for over a week.
 But she gave us no notice that she was resigning or that she had
personal problems and needed a compassionate leave of absence. 
She just disappeared.  What's even more surprising is that she
didn't bother to pick up her salary for the time she was here. 
Her check is still in the Bursar's office, unclaimed."

  "That is weird.  Has anyone in the company seen her in the last
couple of weeks?"

  "I asked, and as far as I can determine, the answer is 'no'. 
No one has seen her or talked to her over the phone."

  "Amazing!"

  "There's more."

  "What?" I asked shocked.

  "I thought we should file a missing person report with the
police.  I did that at 10 AM this morning.  The police just
called back to inform me that there are no records for a Ms.
Naamah Debura... None!  Her social security number was bogus. 
The address she provided turns out to be an abandoned building. 
The police checked with the FBI in Washington.  They reported no
records of any kind for Naamah Debura.  What do you want me to do
now, Daren?"

  For a moment, I thought about asking Cliff to check on Samael,
but then I realized for the first time, I had no idea what his
last name was.  Without any way to explain such a situation, I
simply replied, "Nothing.  You've done every thing you could,
Cliff.  Good job.  Let me know if the police turn up anything."

  "Will do."

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  That evening Anne was as surprised and as shocked as I was. 
"How could that be?" she asked in total bewilderment.

  "I have no clue.  None!"

  We were silent for awhile.  Finally, I said, "I have to ask. 
I've been trying to avoid this... to put it from my mind, but I
just can't."

  "The answer is no," my wife said, flashing me a huge smile.

  "No?  No what?  I haven't asked you yet."

  "No, I'm not pregnant."

  "Then you didn't stop taking your birth control pills?"

  "I stopped.  Samael's sex appeal had me mesmerized.  I'm sorry,
Darling.  But I did stop."

  "Then that means that..."

  "It means that he was fucking my unprotected cunt every time he
ejaculated inside me for weeks... usually several times every
day."

  "But then how can it be that..."

  "Simple, Darling.  Very, very simple.  When it was obvious that
the organic fucking machine was done with me, I just had a D and
C done by my gynecologist."

  "Were you pregnant?"

  "Who knows?  I didn't ask, and I have no interest in whether I
was or not.  Your wife bears your children, not the children of a
fucking machine with a big cock."

  We were both holding each other in a tight embrace... laughing
and crying at the same time.  Later, we went to bed and made
love.

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

  In the days that followed, some strange things begin to happen.
 I had asked Joan to come into my office so I could explain the
material I needed in the report she was helping to prepare
concerning the anticipated personnel needs of the company for the
next five years.  She was seated next to me at my desk as we went
over the details, when I felt her hand on my thigh.

  Joan was a beautiful, desirable woman whom I had loved fucking
for the first two years she had been my Executive Assistant.  But
with her marriage, she had explained that sex between us had to
stop because she didn't want to take a chance of messing up her
marriage.  I had honored that request, and it had been purely
professional between us for the past three years. Now, I felt her
hand moving up my thigh toward my cock.  I began to get hard.

  "What's this, Joan?  I love it, but I thought this was off
limits for us now?"

  She leaned closer as her hand found my rapidly growing cock. 
"It was, Daren, probably still should be, but for the past two
weeks, I've been in heat for you.  I just can't stand it any
longer.  If you still want me, I'd love to again include sex as
part of our relationship.  If you don't, I'll probably have to
find another job.  For the past week, my pussy has been a swamp
by the end of the day.  I need for you to fuck me, but please
keep it quite.  I don't want my husband to find out."

  For an answer, I said, "Suck me!"

  She did, but I knew she needed to be fucked.  I stopped her
before I shot off.  Slipping my hands under her dress, I pulled
her panties off while she moaned in hot anticipation.  When I
pulled her dress up to her waist exposing her cunt, her body
began to shake.  She mounted my desk without my asking and pulled
her legs back to expose her cunt hole.

  "Oh Hurry, Daren!  Please hurry!  Stick it in me!  I'll cum as
soon as you put it in!"  She did.  Hard.  Then she came again in
less than a minute.  She was biting her knuckle to keep from
screaming.  I pumped her harder and she convulsed a third time."

  "Are you on the pill, or do I need to pull out?"  I asked, now
struggling to hold back my load.
  "Pump it into meeeeeeeeeeee!  Hard.  I'll cum again when you
do."

  She did and so did I.

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  At dinner that evening, Anne seemed lost in thought.  "Some
thing bothering you, Honey?" I asked.

  "Not bothering me, just puzzling me."

  "What is it?"

  "Men.  They all seem a lot more attracted to me than usual...
it's almost like they're desperate to fuck me."

  I laughed.  "Have you just discovered that?  I don't know how
to break the news to you, Darling, but men have been wanting to
fuck you ever since your tits began to get bigger."

  My wife grinned, "I know that, Honey.  Every woman knows that.
But this is different.  They can't keep from staring openly at
me... even when they're with their wives."

  "Well, you're a beautiful woman.  Just enjoy it."

  Anne laughed, "Oh I am enjoying it!  A lot!  Carl has shown up
at my door three times this week.  That's amazing.  With his wife
watching him, he rarely has called me more than once a month. 
And today at my exercise class, the instructor asked me to stay
after class."

  "What happened when Carl came around?"

  My wife gave me funny look.  "What do you think happened?"

  "He fucked you?"

  "Of course he fucked me.  He could hardly wait to get me into
the bedroom.  Usually, he can only go one time... now he's
banging me two or three times."

  "Why didn't you tell me.  That's hot and wild!"

  "I was saving it until this weekend as a surprise.  I hope
you're not angry.  I really was going to surprise you."

  "I'm not angry... just turned on.  Exercise class?  What
happened?"

  "I stayed after class was over like he asked me to.  He was
obviously waiting until everyone else left before speaking to me,
and I thought he had a partial erection.  It's pretty hard for a
guy to conceal a hard-on in those tight gym shorts even if he's
wearing a jock strap."

  "When the last woman had gone, I told him I was going to take a
shower and would see him in about 10 minutes.  When I told him
that, he really got hard... big time!"

  "Damn!  That's wild.  Had he ever hit on you before?"

  "Never.  We had hardly exchanged a word.  Anyway, I stripped
off and got into the shower, soaped and washed up, and then
waited with the water still cascading over my naked body.  I had
the feeling I wouldn't have to wait long.  I didn't."

  "He joined you in the shower?"

  "No.  I'm sure he wanted to, but he didn't have the nerve to do
that.  He stood in the door of the women's locker room and asked
in a loud voice if I were decent... if he could come in."

  "I said I was decent and come on in.  When he entered I was
standing in front of my locker dressed in just my heels.  I
grinned at him and asked what he wanted to talk to me about."

  "What did he say to that?"

  "Nothing.  Not a thing.  He just stripped off his gym shorts,
shirt, and jock strap.  He was all over me in 15 seconds."

  "He fucked you?"

  "Twice."

  I couldn't take any more.  Anne was laughing as I carried her
into the bedroom.  After I had screwed my wife like a wild man,
and we were both panting for the exertion, I told Anne about what
had happened that afternoon with Joan.  She was as amazed as I
had been with her stories about Carl and Cliff.

  "What do you think is happening, Daren?"

  "I don't know, but I love it whatever it is."

  "Do you think it might have something to do with Naamah and
Samael?"

  "I don't see how.  I suggest we just enjoy it and not worry
about the why and the where."

  "MMmmmmm... I like that plan.  How about I call Barbara and
suggest we get together Saturday night... maybe dinner and
dancing.  Let's see what effect we have on them.  Would you like
that?"

  "Oh hell yes!"

  My wife reached for my cock and found it already half hard
again.  "He certainly likes my idea."  She stroked me and then
lowered her mouth over my rapidly enlarging rod.  It only took
her a couple of minutes to have me at full erection.  This time,
she mounted me and did most of the work.

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

  Saturday evening with Martin and Barbara was unlike any evening
with another couple that I could remember.  Barbara seemed like
she had been transformed into a different woman.

  First there was her outfit, which was nothing short of whorish.
 She wore a purple skin-tight top that just barely covered the
nipples of her big tits.  The matching skirt was not only
skin-tight, it was so short that it just barely covered her ass
when she stood upright.  If she so much as bent over the
slightest amount, her ass was on display.  She was bare-legged
with hot open-toed pumps that had a 4-inch stiletto heel.

  Second, she was coming onto me from the moment we arrived at
their home.  When we entered, I shook Martin's hand and said "Hi"
to Barbara as I moved to kiss her lightly on the lips.  She was
having none of that.  Her hands pressed the back of my head
forward at the same time as her lips spread wide and closed over
mine.  Our lips ground together for at least 30 seconds before
she moved back slightly and said, "Hi".  She was breathing so
deeply her big tits were heaving.

  I heard my wife giggling and turned to see what was so amusing.
 Martin was behind her with his arms wrapped about her upper
body.  Each hand was cupping and squeezing one of my wife's tits.
 His head was buried in my wife's neck, and he was whispering in
her ear.  Each time he whispered, she would shake her head and
either moan softly or giggle playfully.

  "Seems like they're having a good time, don't you think?"
Barbara said softly in my ear.  After she said it, she began to
kiss my neck and lick my ear.

  "Yeah.  I think that's an accurate statement," I said in
agreement as I watched Martin's hands moving over my wife's tits
and then downward to her belly.  He was obviously hard and hot to
get into Anne.

  "Do you like my outfit, Daren?"  Barbara asked softly.

  "You know I like it... no... I don't like it... I love it.  You
look fantastic!"

  She beamed with pleasure.  "I didn't want to wear a bra, but
Martin insisted.  I'm really sorry.  I know you would prefer me
braless.  Do my tits show enough?  If you think they don't, I'll
take off the bra whether Martin likes it or not."  She bent over
and let me inspect her cleavage.

  Their perfect, Barbara.  Just perfect," I said truthfully.  I
was already partially hard.  From the looks of Martin's pants
across the room, Anne already had Martin fully erect.

  Barbara was again whispering in my ear so her husband couldn't
hear what she was saying.  "I didn't want to wear panties either,
Daren, but Martin just threw a fit when I put on this micromini
skirt without any panties.  He made me wear a pair."  She sat
down on the edge of the desk and spread her legs wide open
showing me her white, nearly transparent panties.  "Are they all
right?  I'll take them off if you want me to, and to hell with my
husband.  Should I take them off?  Do you want to see my cunt,
Daren?"

  That was a question I had no problems answering.  "Of course I
want to see your cunt, Barbara.  Why am I having to ask?  You
know I want to see it.  Show it to me."

  Her response was amazing.  "Damn my stupid husband!  I knew I
shouldn't have worn panties when I was meeting you for the
evening.  I'm really sorry, Daren.  I promise, it won't happen
again."

  "No panties covering your cunt when we meet for an evening in
the future?"

  "No... Never!  I promise," she whined as she yanked her
miniskirt up around her hips and crossed her legs.  Leaning on
one hip, she asked, "Can you see it now, Daren?  Can you see my
cunt?"

  "No.  Your panties are in the way."
  "Oh fuck!  I thought I had them pulled aside."  Her fingers
thrust into the crotch of her panties and jerked them up her
thigh exposing the hot, wet slit of her cunt.

  From the other side of the room, I heard Martin's growling at
my wife.  "Look at Barbara.  She's showing Daren her cunt, and I
haven't even seen your tits yet.   Please... let me see your
tits, Anne.  I've been dreaming about see you naked for weeks."

  As I ran my fingers over Barbara's gushing slit, I watched my
wife removing her blouse and bra.  Her 34DD tits stood high and
proud on her chest.  Martin was moaning as he hefted them in his
hands.

  "Barbara, do you see your husband squeezing and playing with my
big tits?"

  "Oh yessss," she hissed

  "Can you tell if Martin's cock is hard from playing with my
tits, Barbara?"

  She glanced down at his hugely tented pants.  "Yes...oh yess...
he's hard.  Really hard."

  "Daren can't see your tits, Barbara.  You've still got them
covered up.  Don't you want him to see your big tits?  To play
with them the way your husband is playing with mine?"

  "Oh god... Martin made me wear a bra... I'm so sorry, Daren. 
I'll never wear a bra when I'm meeting you again."

  "I'm sure my husband appreciates that, Barbara, but you need to
show him your tits.  Now!"

  The hot brunette didn't hesitate a second longer.  Frantically,
she jerked her dress off her shoulders and pulled it down to her
waist.  She was so desperate to get her bra unhooked, her fingers
kept sliding off the hooks.  In hot frustration, Barbara jerked
the bra down letting her big tits spill out into my hands.

  Both women were now moaning as their tits and nipples were
squeezed, pulled, twisted, and sucked hard.  As their moans grew
louder, Barbara yelled at her husband, "Get her skirt and panties
off, Martin."

  "You heard your wife, Martin.  Take off my skirt."

  "I want your panties off too," he yelled.

  "They're already off, Darling.  I didn't wear any.  From now
on, you will not tell your wife to wear panties when she's going
to be with my stud husband.  He really doesn't put up with such
things from his women.  Understand?"

  "Yes... oh god, yes.  I'll be certain that she's not wearing
panties any time Daren is coming over.  Can I please take off
your skirt now?"

  "Ooohhh god... my husband is getting your wife naked, Daren. 
She's gorgeous.  Please... get me naked too.  Take off my skirt
and panties.  I promise you'll never have to bother with panties
on me again."

  I quickly unhooked her bra and tossed it into the corner of the
room amid moans from both Barbara and her husband, who were
watching me as I stripped his wife.  "Lie down on the desk,
Barbara and lift your sexy ass so I can get your panties and
skirt off."

  "Yess... yess... yesss.. hurry... get me naked, Daren."

  It was an easy task to unzip and pull her tiny skirt and
panties over her lifted ass.  Once over her ass, I quickly
removed her miniskirt and threw it aside.  Only her panties
remained, and they were bunched uselessly below her ass.  "Lift
your legs, Barbara."  When she did, I pulled the panties up to
her knees.  Her lifted legs fully exposed her buttocks and her
ass and cunt holes.  She was a luscious sight.

  "Are you watching, Martin.  Watch!" Barbara hissed.  "Daren's
exposing your wife's cunt and assholes...  He's going to fuck
them, Martin... Tell him, Daren.  Tell my husband that you're
going to fuck my cunt and then my ass.... aaahhhh god... tell
him!"

  "What's your recommendation, Martin.  Should I fuck your wife's
cunt first or would it be better to use her asshole first?"

  "OH GAWD!  OH GAWD!  OH GAWD!  OH GAWD! OH GAWD!  OH GAWD!" he
groaned over and over while Anne was pulling down his pants and
briefs.  Although his cock was just a little over six inches, he
was hard as steel.  It was sticking straight up.  Even from
across the room, I could see fluid leaking from the tip.

  "Barbara," my wife called in an authoritative voice.  Get your
panties off and sit on the desk with your legs wide open.  I
would advise you to use your fingers to start stretching your
cunt open for my husband's huge 8-inch sex spike."

  "You do the same, Anne.  Please.  Let Martin see your cunt.

  Barbara mounted the desk and spread wide open with her knees
steepled.  Across the room, Anne sat down on the couch and slowly
opened her legs.  When her knees were almost on opposite sides of
the couch, she spread her cunt open for Martin, who was now
jacking off while staring at my wife's open pussy.

  "Barbara, unzip Daren's pants, take out his cock, and suck him.
 See if you can take 8-inches of man meat."  She was off the desk
in a flash pulling down my zip and trying to get the engorged,
iron-hard shaft out where she could suck me.  Across the room,
Anne already had her mouth wrapped around Martin's thick, six
inches.

  For the next ten minutes, the only sounds in the room were hot
growls of masculine pleasure and the slurping sounds of
saliva-coated cocks pumping in and out of two, tight, hot,
sucking female mouths.

  Martin was beginning to grunt louder and louder.  I knew
another minute of Anne's mouth on his cock would have him
shooting his load.  But my wife stopped, pulled her mouth off his
throbbing shaft, and said, "You can shoot in my mouth hole if you
like, Honey.  But if you would prefer to pump your first load up
my pussy, I can stop and let you start fucking me.  Which do you
want... mouth or cunt?"

  "Fuck the Bitch's cunt, Martin.  Stick it up her cunt and fill
her full," Barbara hissed.

  "If you call my wife a bitch again, Barbara, I'm going to be
forced to spank your sexy ass," I warned.

  She shuddered and then hissed in my ear, "You're wife's a hot
sexy bitch... bitch...bitch.  Now you have to spank my ass... you
promised."

  We all heard Martin yelling... "YOUR CUNT... YOUR HOT CUNT!  I
WANT TO FUCK IT!"

  Anne pushed the out-of-control man onto his back on the couch,
straddled his legs, and slammed her wet cunt down on his rigid
cock spike.  It penetrated her easily and she took his entire
length into her throbbing hole.  Martin thrust upward to bury his
organ.  My wife rammed her ass downward.  They both groaned as
the cock head caressed the neck of my wife's womb.

  Just as Martin blew his first load into my wife's convulsing
cunt hole, I pushed Barbara onto her back and went down on her. 
As soon as my tongue drove into her sex trench, she was howling
in orgasm.  When I sucked in her swollen, dancing clitoris, she
screamed at the top of her lungs.

  "HE'S SUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE... HE'S LICKING MY CLIT...
AAAAHHHHHHH... GAWD... I'M CUMMING... I'M FUCKING CUMMING ON
DAREN'S TONGUE, MARTIN.  HE'S MAKING YOUR WIFE CUM!!!"

  For the next two hours, we fucked each other's wife in a
variety of position and in all their holes.  Barbara got it while
on the desk with one leg up on my shoulder.  My wife was pronged
hard as she lay on the couch, one leg up high, the other out to
the side and Martin socked into her sex saddle ramming her cunt.

  While I had Barbara on the desk, I had her raise both legs high
in the air and slammed the meat into her cunt for a few strokes
after which I would pull out and drive it into her waiting
asshole.  She had never had 8 inches of cock up her ass, and when
it went into her for the first time, Martin came over to watch
while my wife jacked him off.

  After a couple of hours, I took Barbara into one of the
bedrooms and fucked her for the fourth time.  We did it side
saddle at first.  When she was about to cum, I switched to doggie
which allowed me to penetrate her deep and hard.  She was cumming
continuously. After one series of intense orgasms, she moaned, "I
love the way you fuck me... It's the best fucking I've ever had.
Every time I see you, my cunt throbs and gushes and my clitoris
contracts.  If you just touch me, I cum.  Will you fuck me again
after tonight... please say yes... please.  I couldn't stand not
getting this again."

  "What if Martin is at work and my cock is hard for you?"

  "Just call me.  I'll meet you any where.  If I'm home, you can
come over here and fuck me in my marriage bed.  Any way you want.
 You can have me any time you want.  Martin will just have to
deal with it."
  "OOohhhhh god... I'm cumming... I'm cumming!!  Give me your
load... shoot it innnnnnnn!!"

  "I'm going to cream your face this time."

  I did, and Barbara came again as the load splattered all over
face and tits.

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  Martin had me on the stairs fucking his cock into my wide-open
sperm-filled vagina.  He had already pumped four loads into me
and I was certain that the fifth would soon be on its way into
me.  He was a good fuck.  I had gotten off seven times... not
nearly as many as Samael or Daren would have given me, but still
very good.  I was enjoying it immensely.

  Martin pounded me while at the same time begging me to let him
fuck me again.  The power Daren and I now seemed to have over
others was awesome.

  "Oh god, Anne.  You're the best I've ever had.  The hottest,
most desirable woman on the planet.  Can I fuck you again?  I've
got to fuck you again."

  "We been having dinner with you and Barbara a couple of times a
month for two years now.  I see no reason not continue.  Only
from now on, I suppose you'll want to fuck me every time we're
together... right?"

  Even as Martin's cock began to spew his load into me, he was
already telling how much he wanted me again.

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

Epilog:

  Both Anne and I expected that this wild attraction we each
seemed to have for the opposite sex would gradually, or maybe
abruptly, decrease with time.  Instead, it seemed to increase...
to grow even larger and more powerful.  For me, it was like a
dream or an alien world.

  Joan now kept a separate, hidden wardrobe at work.  As soon as
she arrived for work wearing her normal conservative clothes, she
immediately locked the door to her office and changed into a
tight sheathe or a short miniskirt and tight blouse.  At my
insistence, she still wore a bra, but beneath her dress or skirt,
she never wore panties unless she was having her period.  Even
though I fucked her several times a week, she still came onto me.
 I wondered how she was managing to keep it from her husband.

  When Anne and I went out in the evening, cocktail waitresses
would unbutton their tops and bend over to let me see their
exposed nipples.  At other tables, married women out with their
husbands would flash their thighs and panties at me.  If that
didn't work, they would go to the ladies room, remove their
panties, and flash their cunts.

  Anne handled her new-found allure for men much better than I
was handling my situation.  That really wasn't surprising since
beautiful women are accustomed to receiving male attention from
virtually every man who sees them.  Carl was pleading with her so
much that she finally had to let him come over twice a month
instead of just once.  On one of these occasions, I hid in the
bedroom closet and watched while the Assistant VP for Marketing
fucked Anne like a wild teenager getting his first piece of ass.
I found the experience incredibly erotic and jacked off twice
while I watched my wife screw him into exhaustion over a two hour
period.

  Anne's trainer, Cliff, was begging her to leave me and marry
him but without success.  He was, however, fucking her every week
when she went for her aerobics/exercise sessions.

  Whenever we went out to a club dancing or drinking, we made
bets as to who would be hit on the most.  Since there were a lot
more single men present than single women, Anne graciously gave
me a handicap so that it was a fair contest.  She usually won,
but not always.  The loser had to serve as sex slave for two
days.  Even though that meant I had to be the sex slave
two-thirds of the time, it was still worth the risk.

  These evenings were erotic in the extreme.  Every man with whom
my wife danced had his hands on her ass and his erection grinding
into her mound as soon they were "dancing".  It was very rare
that the dance ended without her being asked to go out to the
parking out or to a motel for sex.  With so many offers, Anne
naturally declined 99% of them.

  When my wife was dancing with another man, I almost always
received an invitation or two along with phone numbers from one
of the cocktail waitresses or another woman for sex... either
right then in the parking lot or later.  On one occasion, Anne
came back to the table flushed and obviously turned on.

  Surprised by how excited the guy had gotten her on the dance
floor, I asked, "What happened?"

  "He's only 18 years old, Honey.  He had to use a fake ID to get
in."

  "And?"

  "And, he wants to fuck me... he really wants to fuck me!"

  "So does every man here.  What's so different about him?"

  "He's a virgin!  I've never had a virgin since I was in high
school.  Can I?"

  "Of course, but you have to provide all the details later
tonight."
  My wife was fidgeting, even wringing her hands.  "What's wrong?
 What's the problem?"

  "I can't think of any decent way to say this... I want to take
him home and fuck him all night.  Can I?"

  I had to laugh at how desperate my wife was to get this
teenager's cock into her cunt.  "Sure.  I'll sleep in the guest
bedroom.  No problem."
  Anne continue to fidget and squirm, obviously trying to think
of someway to ask me something outrageous.  I tried to help her.
"Go on.  Tell me.  If it's really outrageous, then you'll owe me
one.  Ok?"

  Finally, my wife relaxed and smiled.  "You are one hell of a
man, Daren.  I love the hell out of you, but tonight I want you
to get a hotel room.  Dan is so young and so nervous that if
you're in the house, he'll never be able to get hard and fuck me.
 Instead of being the most memorable experience of his life,
it'll be humiliating for him and unbearably frustrating for me. 
Do you mind a lot?"

  "Oh yes.  A lot.  This is totally outrageous and terrible.  How
can you do such a thing to your loving husband, you hot Slut?  I
think I shall require several days of hot sex slave service in
return."

  "Oh, you'll get them, I promise.  Thank you, Darling."  Anne
got up to leave, stopped, and turned back.  "Which one of the hot
sluts are you going to take to the hotel to keep you company?"

  "Don't know.  Haven't decided.  I would really like to fuck a
married woman.  They're ten times hotter, you know."

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  The following week, as we sat around our kitchen table planning
a hot, sex-filled vacation trip to Las Vegas, Anne asked, "Did
your staff ever find out what happened to Naamah?  Or to Samael?"

  "No.  Not a trace. No word from the police or the FBI.  It's
been over a month and there has been no trace of Naamah.  I
didn't tell them about Samael.  It's as if she never existed."

  "Let me ask you something else.  Do you think this fantastic
power we now seem to have over the opposite sex has anything to
do with Naamah and Samael?"

  "For some ridiculous reason, I do think so, but for the life of
me, I can't think of any rational reason or explanation for
thinking that might be the case.  How about you?"

  For an answer, Anne placed a book whose title was "Demons and
Devils" on the desk in front of me.  Opening the book to a
premarked page, she pointed to the bottom of the page.  As I read
the two lines, I felt the same type of shivers Naamah had given
me several times again running up and down my spine:

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  Naamah appears in the Zohar as one of the four angels of
prostitution, the mates of the demon Samael. Her fellow succubi
are Lilith, Eisheth Zenunim, and Agrat Bat Mahlat.

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