The Reluctant Wife

  by RLM

   The Invitation:

  It was December 31st, New Year's Eve.  As usual, Paula and I
were attending a large swinging party to celebrate and bring in
the new year in the way we enjoyed the most.  Around 11 PM, I was
relaxing in our host's den, enjoying a drink, but mostly trying
to recover from all the erotic activities over the previous three
hours.  Paula, of course, was still going strong somewhere in the
large house.  As I sipped my bourbon and water on the rocks, I
was joined on the couch by a young man who looked just as tired
and worn out as I felt.

  As he sat down, drink in hand, he turned toward me, smiled,
extended his hand and said, "Hi.  I'm Larry from St. Louis.  Jean
and I are visiting relatives in the area.  You look as worn out
as I am."

  I immediately liked his honest friendliness.  "I am," I
replied.  "That's the problem with these parties.  The women
easily wear the men out.  Basically, we have no chance.  It's a
good thing there are usually extra men present or none of the men
would survive."

  "That's for sure," Larry agreed with a big grin.  "Where's your
wife?" he asked.

  "Don't know.  Either upstairs in one of the bedrooms, or maybe
in the game room or downstairs in the basement.  Maybe you met
her earlier?  She's early 30s, blonde, 36DD.  Her name's Paula."

  "I did see her.  Wow!  She's gorgeous!  Unfortunately, she was
already occupied.  You're a lucky man."

  "Thank you.  I certainly agree.  How about your wife?"

  "Her name is Jean.  Like your wife, I'm not sure where she is.
She's also a very nice looking blonde."

  Over the next half hour, Larry and I chatted and exchanged
addresses and phone numbers.  When Larry saw that we lived about
500 miles apart, he asked, "You guys ever get up to the St. Louis
area?"

  "Not often, but occasionally.  As a matter of fact, I have
conference in St. Louis about the middle of June.  That will keep
me busy for a couple of days, but afterwards, Paula and I were
planning on spending several days in the area as sort of a mini
vacation"

  "That's interesting.  Why don't we correspond when you have all
the details, times, and so on.  Maybe, we can arrange to have an
enjoyable time together while you're in the area."

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  Over the next few days, Paula and I discussed Larry's
suggestion.  In the end, we exchanged letters and photos with
them and discussed possible plans.  Larry, of course, was wildly
impressed with Paula's appearance to the extent of being
desperate to spend time with her.  For her part, Paula thought
Larry was a trim, well-built, and sexy looking guy.  The photos
Larry sent of Jean certainly impressed me, and I could only
presume that Jean was satisfied with me since they seemed very
interested in meeting when we were in St. Louis in June.

  Once our mutual interest was established, we turned to possible
times and places to meet.  Here, we ran into a lot of problems. 
The times when we could be in St. Louis were severely restricted
by the conference I had to attend.  The times when Larry was off
from work were likewise restricted.  Jean didn't work regular
hours, but she had several obligations that had to be handled. 
The hotels in St. Louis were generally not close to the
residential area in which Larry and Jean lived.

  Paula and I had just about concluded that while a visit with
Larry and Jean would be fun, the logistics were such that it
appeared to be impossible.  At this point, Larry and Jean came up
with the perfect solution.  They invited us to spend a week in
their home as their guests after my conference was concluded.  
If we were all together under one roof, schedules became
essentially no problem.  If I had to do some extra work as a
result of the conference, Paula, Jean, and Larry could enjoy each
other's company.  If Larry was at work, Jean, Paula, and I could
have fun.  If Jean had to take care of some obligation, Paula
could entertain Larry and I.  And finally, when everyone was
free, we would all be together with no traveling necessary.

  After a brief discussion, we accepted their invitation subject
to one condition:  Paula and I would purchase all the groceries
and drinks.  When we went out, we would pick up the bill.  Since
we would have no hotel bills to pay, we would save a great deal
of money in addition to having much better and more entertaining
accommodations.  Everyone was in agreement, so we made plans to
spend a week with Larry and Jean in June.

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The St. Louis Conference:

  We arrived in St. Louis late Wednesday evening, checked into
our hotel, and had a very nice dinner that evening.  I called
Larry to let him know we had arrived and that we would see them
Saturday afternoon after the conference ended that morning.

  Naturally, they asked if we would like to have dinner or come
out for an evening on Thursday or Friday, but we declined.  I had
to prepare for the conference, and we would have more than enough
time the coming week.

  That first night, we were both worn out from the long drive and
went to bed early.  I was sitting on the bed in nothing but my
briefs when Paula came out of the bathroom wearing nothing.  Her
breasts bounced as she walked toward the bed, and her smooth
mound looked incredibly inviting.  Although I was tired, I
couldn't keep from asking her if she was interested.

  "Would you like to make love?" I inquired, my eyes never
leaving the enticing Y at the junction of her legs.

  "We're both pretty tired.  How about a good night's sleep
instead?"

  "All right," I replied, and then added, "If you're not up to
making love, would you like to fuck?"  I was very serious, and
Paula knew it.  We both understood the difference between making
love and fucking.  They aren't the same thing.

  "I'd love to be fucked, Baby, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be a
very good lay for you, and I wouldn't want to injure my
hard-earned reputation as a red-hot piece of ass."

  "Understand.  Frankly, I was worried about my own reputation if
I found myself so tired, I couldn't get it up."

  "That'll be the day," Paula grinned as she slid into bed beside
me.  I pulled off my briefs, and we snuggled up together.  Within
a few minutes, we were both asleep, our nude bodies pressed
against one another.

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  The next morning, I got up early, showered, shaved, and dressed
for the conference.  When I let myself out of our room, Paula was
in bed.  She woke up long enough to wish me good luck.

  "What are your plans for the day?  I'll be done around 4 PM." I
said just before leaving.

  "Sleep until 10 or 11, have a late breakfast, and then do some
shopping for next week.  Wouldn't want to disappoint Larry, you
know."

  "That'll be the day," I said.  I thought about my wife's very
pleased smile at that remark throughout the remainder of the day.

  When I returned to our hotel room around 4:15 PM, I found Paula
waiting for me.  Several shopping bags were in the corner, the
produce of her day of shopping.  "Buy anything hot?" I asked.

  "Of course.  I found some really exotic things."

  "Can I see?"

  "Nope.  I bought them for Larry's viewing pleasure.  You'll
just have to be satisfied with second views."

  "That can't be all bad.  I've found that 'seconds' with you can
be really hot."

  "We're talking about clothes, Gordon.  Get your mind out of the
gutter."

  "No we aren't.  We're talking about sex.  Right?"

  "Right... very hot... very erotic sex," my wife whispered. 
"But I'm still not going to give you a preview of what I've
bought.  Let's go out for drink, dinner, and dancing.  Ok?"

  "I was sort of planning on spending the night here in our bed,
ravishing you."

  "I think we should save it until Saturday, Honey.  It's going
to be a long, sex-filled week.  It will be a lot better if we
wait.  Think you can stand that?"

  "Me?  What about you?  You plan on sleeping with me in a hotel
room for two days and not getting fucked?  You'll be calling down
for room service after the first day."

  "Really?  Can I do that?  Does this hotel provide that kind of
'room service'?  Wow!  What's the number?"

  We were both still laughing as we went down to the lounge for a
drink.  When our waiter was taking our orders, I said, "My wife
thinks she may need some room service.  Can you give her the
number she should call?"

  When we left the lounge, my shin was still smarting from the
kick Paula had given me under the table.

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Arrival and First Day:

  My conference concluded at 11:00 AM on Saturday.  When I
returned to our hotel room after the final meeting, I found my
wife dressed and ready to go.  She was wearing a low-cut,
light-blue top that had an elastic band just below her breasts. 
The effect was incredibly erotic, emphasizing her large thrusting
tits.  The blouse covered the top of her denim skirt whose
hemline was at least 10 inches above her knees, just long enough
to cover her ass.  Her legs were bare above her 5-inch, platform
heels.

  "Wow!  Is that one of the outfits you bought on Thursday?"

  "It is.  Do you think Larry will like it, or be disappointed?"

  "I'm sure he'll be very disappointed.  He can't see either your
nipples or your cunt in that outfit," I teased.

  "Don't be too sure of that, Honey.  You don't know what I'm
wearing underneath."  With no sex for three days, that sexy
remark was all it took to give me an erection.  Paula saw it,
moved close and ran her hand up and down my hard shaft.  "Larry
may be disappointed, but I think my husband likes my outfit.  And
that's the most important thing."

  By the time we had checked out of our hotel in downtown St.
Louis, paid the bill, gotten our car from the parking garage, and
obtained directions, it was already past noon.  Paula called
ahead to alert them as to how we were doing and to let Larry and
Jean know that they could expect us to arrive around 1:30 to 2:00
PM.

  Amazingly, we had both managed to follow Paula's plan that we
abstain from sex until getting to Larry and Jean's.  She didn't
even call down for room service.  At least, if she did while I
was at the conference, she didn't tell me about it.

  On the way there, Paula and I again discussed the upcoming
week, which was the first such adventure for us.  We had spent
many evenings with other couples, and several weekends, but this
was the first time we had planned such an extended stay.

  "Well, it's obvious from our correspondence with them that
Larry is really looking forward to being with you this coming
week," I commented to Paula.  "But, you might not be that
enthusiastic about him.  Any comments? suggestions?"

  "I doubt that there will be a problem," my wife said.  "He's a
nice looking, sexy guy with a good body.  Since he's the chief
control engineer with his firm, he's obviously intelligent.  I
don't think there's any reason to worry ourselves in advance over
a problem that probably will never arise."

  "Ok.  Let’s not concern ourselves about Larry and you.  How
about Jean and I.  I have no idea how she will respond to me. 
I’ve never even talked to her person-to-person.  She may not like
me at all.  What then?"

  "If it’s really bad, we can just cut the stay short.  But, I
haven’t seen any women who would kick you out of bed," my wife
commented with a grin.

  "Well, thank you.  That’s a very nice thing to say.  I guess
we’re cool then.  We should be there in about 15 minutes."

  "Wait a minute," Paula said.  "What about the way you might
feel about Jean?  How do you know you'll like her?"

  "Because she has an absolutely perfect pair of legs."

  Paula laughed.  "A perfect pair of legs, huh?  That's all
that’s needed for you to like her?"

  "Of course it is.  A perfect pair of legs on a woman is a pair
that has a pussy in between them, an ass behind them, and tits up
above.  What else would be needed?"

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  Larry and Jean greeted us at the door with smiles and hugs.  As
I expected, Larry went further than just a hug with Paula.  After
hugging her, he kissed her lips more than just briefly.  My wife
returned his kiss as there was little reason not to do so
considering what we all knew we would be doing during the coming
week.

  By the time Larry moved away from my wife, the bulge in his
pants was obvious.  Since he had had it pressed against Paula
during the kiss, she was certainly aware of his erection, and I 
noticed that Jean was also looking at it.

  For my part, I was more interested in Jean than in Larry's
hard-on.  The photos they had sent failed to do her justice.  She
was a beautiful blonde in her late 20s with long, flowing hair
and a gorgeous smile.  Jean was dressed far more modestly than my
wife in a pair of black slacks, loose fitting, purple shirt, and
an open black jacket that was too much for the warm weather. 
Although her shirt was loose fitting, the top button was open so
that the garment failed to completely hide her large breasts. 
Considering the purpose of our visit, her shyness surprised me.

  Jean went to the kitchen and returned with a some dip and nuts.
 There was also a cooler filled with cold beer and a variety of
soft drinks.  "If you guys want something stronger, the bar is
right over there."  She pointed to one corner of the den that
sported what looked to be a very well-stocked bar.  "I thought we
might eat at home tonight so we can get acquainted.  Steaks,
baked potatoes, fresh green beans with bacon, and a tossed salad
sound Ok to everyone?"

  "Sounds great, but in the future, let's plan to eat out so that
we don't have to spend so much time grocery shopping, cooking,
and washing dishes," I suggested.

  "I second that motion!" Larry exclaimed.  "I have other things
I'd much rather be doing this week than cooking and washing
dishes."

  No one objected so we all had either a beer or a soft drink
with a few nuts while I told Jean and Larry about the conference
and how Paula had spent her time shopping but refused to let me
see any of her new clothes except the ones she had on.

  "I'd just as soon Paula didn't have any clothes on at all,"
Larry said with an undisguised leer at my wife's body.  I really
couldn't blame him considering the way she was sitting with most
of her thighs on display.

  "How about we get your bags moved to the bedrooms so you and
Paula can unpack and get settled.  Let me help you with the bags,
Gordon," Larry offered.

  A few minutes later, I carried my bag into the house while
Larry had both of Paula's.  "Take your bag to the master bedroom
at the end of the hallway on the right, Gordon.  You'll be
sharing that with Jean.  Paula and I will have the guest bedroom
just across the hallway on the left.  I'll put your bags there,
Paula, and you can unpack."

  While Larry carried Paula's bags to the guest bedroom, Paula
followed me into the master bedroom.  Once inside, she shut the
door and said, "Are you Ok with these sleeping arrangements,
Honey?  Obviously, Larry intends for you to spend the nights with
Jean while I sleep with him every night this week."

  "Well, we've never done anything like that before," I noted. 
"But it will be a new experience.  Might be fun.  However, I
certainly don't want to go the three days I've already gone plus
seven more without getting to make love to you or fuck you."

  "I feel the same way.  But I'm sure we will spend a lot of time
together as a foursome and probably some threesomes, or you and I
can get it on during the day while Larry is at work."

  "So you're cool with Larry's plans?"

  "I suppose so, and we're guests in their home.  Let's go with
the flow and enjoy the week."

  "Done!  Do you need some help unpacking?"  ;

  "Now that's really sneaky.  You just want to help me unpack so
you can get an advance look at my new clothes."

  "Paula Baxter, you know me too well."

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  An hour and a half later, Jean was busy in the kitchen making
the salad and fixing the green beans.  She already had the baked
potatoes in the oven.  I volunteered to set the table and get out
the wine so it could be breathing.

  "Sounds great, Gordon.  Has Larry already started the coals in
the grill?  It's out on the patio."

  "No.  I'm sure he hasn't done anything about getting the
charcoal started."

  "How do you know?  Take a look out the window to be sure."

  I nodded and glanced at the window.  The grill was closed, and
there was no smoke coming out of the vents.  As I already knew,
Larry had not done anything with the charcoal.

  "No.  We still need to get the coals going.  I'll take care
it."

  "I told my husband to start the coals 30 minutes ago.  I can't
believe he hasn't done it."  Jean went over to the window, looked
out, and shook her head in exasperation.  "Why didn't Larry start
the grill?  I told him to do it."

  "He had other things he needed to do."

  Jean turned toward me.  "What things?" she demanded.

  Taking her hand, I led her down the hallway toward the guest
bedroom.  As we approached, the sound of the bedsprings could be
easily heard:

  ek-ah... ek-ah ... ek-ah... ek-ah ... ek-ah... ek-ah ...   
ek-ah... ek-ah ... ek-ah... ek-ah ...

  When we were outside the door, we heard Larry's deep male
grunts about every second time the bed creaked:

  ek-ah... ek-ah ... UUUGGHH!  ek-ah... ek-ah ... UUUGGHH! 
ek-ah... ek-ah ... UUUGGHH!  ek-ah... ek-ah ... UUUGGHH!

  Then Paula's soft moans were mixed in with the other sounds:

  "Oohh!  Oohh!  Oohh!  Oohh!  Oohh!  Oohh!  Yessss!  Harder,
Baby.  Fuck me harder!  I'm gonna cum again... Oohh!  Oohh! 
Oohh!  Oohh!  Oohh!  Oohh!"

  ek-ah... ek-ah ... UUUGGHH! ek-ah... ek-ah ... Oohh!  Oohh! 
ek-ah... ek-ah ...   UUUGGHH!  Oohh!  Oohh!  ek-ah... ek-ah ...

  Holding my arm, Jean whispered, "They're doing it."

  "I know.  What are they doing?"

  "You know.  They're doing it.  Sex."

  "Say it.  Tell me what they're doing."

  "Intercourse.  They're having intercourse."

  "Maybe.  But I think it's more likely that your husband is
fucking my wife."

  "I'm sure he is," Jean agreed.

  "Let's not bother them.  We need to get the steaks started. 
Come on."

  Paula and Larry were five minutes late in getting to the table
for dinner.  My wife had combed her hair and put on new makeup,
but it was still obvious that she had just been soundly fucked.

  If there were any lingering doubts, Larry boisterous comments
about how hot my wife was dispensed with them.  "Man!  I gotta
tell you, Gordon.  Your wife is a ball of fire in the sack." 
That initial comment was followed by others during the meal. 
Jean was obviously embarrassed while I thought Larry's comments
were somewhat on the adolescent side.  For her part, Paula seemed
unruffled by his remarks.

  Later, when I asked her about Larry's comments, she just
grinned and said, "The guy really nailed me.  I got off twice.  I
thought he was entitled to brag a little."

  We spent the evening getting better acquainted.  At 10 PM,
Larry announced, "Guys, this conversation has been great, but I
can't wait any longer to get Paula back into the bedroom.  I
think we're going to say good night."  With that comment, he took
my wife's hand and led her to the guest bedroom.

  Looking at Jean, I said, "Shall we follow their example?"

  She was biting her lip and didn't respond verbally, but just
nodded.  I rose and waited for her.  A moment later, I was
following her to the master bedroom.

  "Would you like to use the bathroom first or shall I?" I asked.

  Jean was sitting on the side of the bed as she replied, "You go
ahead."

  I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, put on some cologne, and
returned to the bedroom wearing just my jockey briefs.  I was
already erect, partially because I had not had sex for three
days, but mostly because of the beautiful woman who was still
sitting on the bed where I had left her.  She had her hands
folded in her lap, and I could see her lip trembling.

  Finally she looked up at me and asked, "How do we do this? 
Should I get naked or do you want to take off my clothes?"

  It was like being hit in the stomach without warning.  My
erection instantly vanished, and my legs felt like they weren't
going to hold my body.  I sat down in a lounge chair beside the
bed.  Finally, I managed to stammer, "I don't understand.  You
seem really stressed out.  Is it me?  my appearance?  my manner?"

  "Oh NO!" she immediately exclaimed.  "It's not you.  It's me! 
I've never done this before.  I'm so nervous I can't stop
shaking."

  "What?  You mean you've never swung with another couple?"

  "No, I haven't done that or anything else for that matter. 
I've never been with another man since Larry and I were married.
And only one before that... in high school when I was 16, and I
only did it with him twice."

  "But I met Larry at a swinging New Year's Eve party.  He said
you were off somewhere having sex."

  "Then he lied.  I wasn't even there.  He had tried to get me to
go, but I refused.  I did tell him he could go if he wanted to. 
So, he wasn't cheating on me, but I wouldn't go."

  "But you agreed this time?  Why?"

  "Larry had seen Paula at that party, and then you sent photos
of both of you.  Larry was just wild to have Paula.  He couldn't
think about anything else.  He begged and begged me to agree.  He
told me that I needed to be more of a woman and less of a prude.
I ended up feeling that I had no choice."

  "But you don't need to worry about any of that, Gordon.  Come
on to bed with me.  I'll make it good for you.  I promise."

  Controlling my anger at Larry's duplicity, I decided it was
time for me to take charge of this ridiculous situation.  "You
don't need to worry, Jean.  It will be good, both for you and for
me, but not in the way you think.  I want you to go into the
bathroom, take a warm bath, relax, and then put on a pair of
pajamas, tops and bottoms, no sexy nightgown. Then, rejoin me
here.  I'll be waiting."

  "Now, I'm not going to be ordered to the den to sleep on the
couch.  That would be humiliating.  Nor am I going to sleep on
the floor.  We're both going to spend this week sleeping together
in your bed, but we are not going to fuck.  You will sleep on
your side of the bed, and I on mine.  I won't even touch you,
except accidentally when you or I turn over."

  "Please.  We can't do that.  I promised Larry that I would have
sex with you.  He'll be furious, and I'll never hear the end of
it after you and Paula leave."

  "We are going to have sex, Jean, but a different kind of sex. 
When I hold your hand, that's sex.  When you cross your legs to
let me see some of your thigh, that's sex.  When you smile
seductively at me and lick your lip, that's really erotic sex. 
And when I have the incredible pleasure of sleeping in the same
bed with you, that is most certainly sex.  So when Larry asks me
how was the sex, I'm going to tell him the truth... that it was
great!  I hope you tell him the same thing.  Now, go take a warm
bath and hurry back."

   Fifteen minutes later, Jean emerged from the bathroom wearing
a full pair of men's pajamas with long sleeves.  Her body was
completely covered, but she was no longer trembling in fear.  In
fact, she had a radiant smile on her face.

  As she climbed into her side of the bed beside me, she leaned
over and kissed me lightly on the lips.  "Thank you!" she said. 
Just after she had settled down and pulled the covers over her
body, she added, "Gordon, I made you a promise about 30 minutes
ago.  I intend to keep it, but, as you say, maybe in a different
way."

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  "Gordon.  Gordon.  Are you asleep?" came Jean's soft whisper
from the other side of our bed.

  Opening my eyes, I glanced at the lighted face of the bedside
clock.  It said 3:15 AM.  "Yes," I replied softly.

  "Can you hear them?"

  With our door closed, the sounds from the guest bedroom were
much more muted and indistinct than they had been earlier when
were standing right outside the door of the guest bedroom.  "Yes.
 I can hear them."

  Jean moved closer, putting her mouth close to my ear, and
whispered even more softly, "He's fucking your wife again."

  When I listened carefully, I heard the creaking of the their
bed, an occasional excited male growl and the higher-pitched
shrieks of my wife when she was having an orgasm.  "You're right.
He's giving it to her again."

  "Ohhh... can you hear Paula when she cums?"

  I nodded and whispered back, "She's always very loud when she's
cumming."

  "I think this is the fourth time they've done it since they
went to bed," her whisper a near moan.

  "You're counting," I teased.

  "I can't help it.  Does it make you... you know?"

  "Hard?"

  "Yes.  Does it get you hard?"

  "I'm erect, if that's what you're asking, but not because of
Larry and Paula."

  "What then?" Jean asked, surprised.

  "You.  Sleeping in the same bed with you.  I've awakened quite
a few times tonight, every time with a very hard erection, like
right now."

  I heard Jean moan softly at my answer.  Slowly sleep began to
overtake me again.  Just before it did, Jean spoke again. 
"Gordon, would you mind if I moved a little closer to you?  I
sleep so much better when I feel the security of a man's body."

  Rolling onto my back, I extended my arm in her direction and
said, "Please do."

  A moment later, her soft, pajama-clad body pressed against my
side, her head snuggled under my arm.  "Jean, do you realize that
this is far more erotic and sensuous than what Larry and Paula
are doing?"

  She moaned again.  We didn't awake again until morning.

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Sunday - The Second Day:

  Having shaved and showered the previous evening, I was standing
in front of the mirror combing my hair, still clad only in my
jockey briefs.  When I finished, I stripped off the briefs and
searched through the draws for a fresh pair and some socks.

  From behind me, I heard, "Wow.  You have an awesome body,
Gordon.  Tight butt, just the way I like them.  Love the way your
muscles ripple as you move, powerful shoulders, and just the
right amount of body hair to let a woman know she's with a very
masculine man.  Turn around."

  I turned to face a smiling Jean who was propped up on one elbow
in the bed we had shared.  "I'll have you know, Woman, I am not
accustomed to being appraised like a piece of meat," I teased,
enjoying using the same line women often use with men.

  "Speaking of meat!" she said, awe obvious in her voice. "I
can't wait to see that hard."  She finally raised her eyes and
examined my upper body and my face.  "I really, really like the
way you look, Gordon."

  "Thank you, and I assure you that I feel the same way about
you.  But some changes are in order for today."

  "What?  What changes?"

  "The day's dress code.  It will be changing each day this week.
 Yesterday was obviously a very conservative dress code day. 
Today, the dress code requires a more revealing outfit... your
choice.  And today's code doesn't permit you to wear a bra. 
However, when you dress this morning, be certain to put one on."

  "I don't understand?  If I'm not allowed to wear a bra, why do
you want me to put one on?"

  "When we're having breakfast, I will remind you about the dress
code.  You will apologize for forgetting and ask your husband to
remove your bra for you.  I want him to take it off in front of
all of us."

  "Oh god!  That is so hot!  I can't wait to do it.  Get out of
here so I can get dressed."

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  Paula and I were preparing breakfast while Larry and Jean were
both getting dressed.  "How was it?" I asked.  "It certainly
sounded like you were having a great time."

  "He's got great recovery powers.  He fucked me once before
dinner, as you know, and four times last night.  He screws me
like a wild man, but he doesn't have a lot of technique, doesn't
do oral sex, and won't allow woman-on-top sex.  For a week, it's
hot.  I'm sure you could hear me cumming, but if it were much
longer, his restrictions would get really tiring.  How about you
and Jean?  Was she good in bed?"

  Lowering my voice, I said, "We slept together but didn't have
sex.  She's never had another man.  She was so nervous and
distraught, sex would have been impossible.  Larry was so wild to
get into you, he basically forced Jean to agree to meeting us."

  My wife exploded in anger.  "What?!!"

  "Keep your voice down, please.  I don't want them to hear."

  Paula nodded, lowered her voice, but was still furious.  "You
mean to tell me that Larry set this up?  While he was busy
fucking me five times yesterday, you spent another day without
any sex, and this time, you had to lie there and listen to him
screwing me again and again.  That's just outrageous.  Let's pack
up and leave."

  "If you insist, we will, but I would prefer to stay the week. 
If we leave, Larry is just going to blame Jean for every thing. 
I have a plan, which, if it works, may make him regret having
forced his wife into this.  So, you said you were enjoying the
sex.  Just relax, enjoy, and let me see what I can do.  Ok?"

  Paula thought for awhile and then gave me one of her devilish
smiles.  "Ok.  But if the pressure gets too great, you know where
my pussy is, Lover."

  Paula and I had just spread breakfast out when Larry and Jean
came in.  Larry grinned at Paula, winked, and then said good
morning to me.  He opened his mouth to say something else, but
stopped when he caught sight of his wife.  Jean was dressed in a
pair of white shorts, 4-inch heels, and a brief, pink halter top.
 She looked quite different than she had the day before.

  As Larry stared, Paula said, "You look stunning, Jean."

  "Thank you," she blushed.

  "Your outfit does looked great," I commented.  "but you seem to
have forgotten something."

  "Oh!  You're right.  I'm so sorry.  I promise it won't happen
again."

  "What did you forget?" her husband asked, puzzled.

  "My bra.  I'm wearing a bra under my top, and I'm not permitted
to wear a bra today.  You have your rules, and Gordon has his. 
Honey, be a dear and take it off for me."

  Jean walked over to her husband, pulled her top down, smiled,
and said, "Unhook me, Honey, and get my tits naked for Gordon."

  When Larry hesitated, Paula added fuel to the fire.  "Hurry up,
Larry.  You know how do get a woman's tits out.  You certainly
didn't have any problems getting mine out.  Get Jean's tits naked
so we can have breakfast before it gets cold."

  Not knowing what else to do, Larry unhooked his wife's bra and
pulled it from her body.  Her big 36D tits bounced on her chest.
Instead of immediately pulling up her top, she walked over to me,
hefted both tits in her hands and said, "Is this Ok, Gordon?"

  "Beautiful... just beautiful.  You can cover yourself now, at
least for the time being.  Shall we eat?"

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

  After breakfast, we were chatting in the den, each of us with a
fresh cup of coffee.  Larry was obviously interested in getting
my wife back into the bedroom.

  "Shall we, Babe?" he asked, his eyes and shoulders indicating
the bedroom.

  "Later, Lover.  Give a girl a little time to rest before you
make me go back to work."

  To get things moving, I asked Jean, "Are the shops open in the
mall on Sunday?"

  "Most of them.  In fact, almost all of them," she responded. 
"Why?"

  "Because there are some things I'd like to get.  Why don't you
and I head over there and leave the two love birds alone for a
couple of hours or so?"

  "I'm ready whenever you are, Honey," she answered.  The fact
that I was now being addressed as "Honey" was not lost on me.

  "Are you going to the mall dressed like that?  No bra and in
that outfit?" Larry asked.

  "What a colossal blunder!" I thought.  With the cooperation
from Larry that I had anticipated, my plan was working perfectly
so far.

  "Well, I happen to think I look pretty good in this outfit. 
More than just pretty good, in fact.  I think I look great;
Gordon thinks I look great, and I have a feeling the other men at
the mall will think so too."

  Larry couldn't think of anything to say in rebuttal, and Paula
was ready.  "Ok, Lover.  I've finished my coffee.  Let's go to
the bedroom, Baby."

  I was almost certain that Larry had lost his erection.

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

  "Where are we going, Honey."

  "First stop is Victoria's Secret.  How does that sound?"

  "Sounds wonderful, but I can't let you buy me clothes like
that."

  "Why not?"

  "Well... we're not married, and you just met me yesterday."

  "We're sleeping together.  Why can't I buy the woman I'm
sleeping with some thing nice to say thank you?"

  "But... we're not... I mean... well... we're not really
sleeping together."

  "We're not?  Whose body was that pressed against mine last
night because it made her feel more secure and safe?"

  Jean blushed and gave up.

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

  It was afternoon before we left Victoria's with me carrying two
parcels and a bag.  Jean was having a hard time concealing her
excitement.  It was wonderful to watch her naked breasts heaving
beneath her blouse.  I could see that the friction of the blouse
as it moved against her nipples had them both hard and erect.

  "God!  Larry is going to absolutely freak out when he sees some
of these clothes.  Frankly, I don't think he'll let me wear
them."

  "Jean, in the first place, you decide what you wear, not your
husband.  If I tried to tell Paula what she could and couldn't
wear, I'd be sleeping on the couch for a long time.  And in the
second place, I think Larry is going to have a difficult time
forbidding you to wear something I've bought you and want you to
wear when he's fucking my wife a half dozen times a day.  Will
you wear them for me?"

  "Absolutely!  I can't wait.  I can wear them around the house
for you, but I really want you to take me out wearing them.  Will
you?"

  "Our first outing will be tomorrow after Larry goes to work. I
want you to wear the tight blouse, mini-skirt and the 4-inch
heels.

  "Just talking about this with you has me so excited I can't
believe it."

  We stopped at the Hilton lounge and had a drink.  I really
didn't want a drink, but I did want to watch the men in the
lounge checking out Jean's legs and her naked tits under her
flimsy top. I insisted we sit at the bar so that every thing
would be on display.

  As we sipped our drinks and chatted, Jean turned to face me. 
The position displayed her legs and breasts to all the customers.
 About a half hour later, I was telling her about some of the
erotic things Paula and I had done when I noticed that she didn't
seem to be listening to me.

  "Am I boring you," I asked with a smile.

  "Oh no!  I'm just having trouble concentrating."

  "Why?"

  She leaned forward and whispered.  "Because the men at a couple
of the tables have been checking out my legs and breasts.  It's
turning me on so much, I can't think about anything else."

  By the time I took Jean out of the lounge, she was almost
panting.

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

  It was a little after 3:00 PM when we got home.  Paula was in a
lounge chair by the pool.  While Jean hung up her new clothes, I
went out to talk to my wife.

  "Where's Larry?"

  "He's in the bedroom taking a nap.  I finally wore him out." 
Paula chuckled.

  "How many times?"

  "Twice.  I don't think you guys were out of the driveway before
he had me in the bedroom banging me again.  Afterwards, we both
took an hour's nap.  When I woke up, I went out to the deck and
soaked in the hot tub.  I wasn't there very long before Larry
joined me.  We were both naked, and within ten minutes, he had me
bent over the side of the tub fucking me again.  After that, he
staggered off to bed and is still there."

  "Is he still getting you off?"

  "Oh yeah!  He's got a nice thick cock and really gives it to me
hard.  There's no way I can not cum when my clit and G-spot are
being given a workout like that.  I'm just concerned about you. 
You and Jean didn't do anything did you?"

  "We had an erotic time buying her some hot clothes at
Victoria's and then we went to a lounge where all the men could
check out her legs and her bouncing tits.  Got her really hot and
excited.  It was fun.  So don't worry about us.  Anything else
interesting happen?"

  "Well... Larry and I talked about the week so far."

  "And?"

  "And he's having a great time.  And he's pleased that Jean is
being cooperative and is sleeping with you.  And... he's
concluded that you must be gay."

  "Really?  That's even better than I had hoped for."

  "Yeah.  He said when he first met you at the New Year's Eve
party, you were just sitting there alone.  And now, you're
sleeping with Jean but haven't fucked her.  So in his eyes, what
other possible conclusion is there?"

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

  That evening, we all went out for Italian food.  Dinner was
excellent and so were the two bottles of wine we consumed during
and before the meal.  As agreed, Paula and I picked up the bill.

  It was 10 PM by the time we returned home, and by 10:15 PM,
Larry had Paula back in their bedroom.  Looking at Jean, I smiled
and said, "Shall we?" indicating the bedroom.  She got there
before I did.

  Again, I used the facilities first.  After showering, shaving,
and brushing my teeth, I returned to the bedroom, again wearing
only my jockey briefs as I had the previous night.

  "All yours," I smiled, turning off all the lights in the
bedroom save one on Jean's side of the bed.

  "It's too dark in here," she said, flipping on the overhead
lights before vanishing into the bathroom.

  When she returned a while later, she was wearing a full-length
robe.  Moving beside the couch, she started to remove the robe,
but then stopped, cocked her head, and listened.

  "That's a change.  Larry isn't fucking your wife.  She must
have exhausted him this afternoon."

  "Not quite," I replied.  "He screwed her while you were in the
bathroom.  They finished just before you came out."

  "Oh.  Did Paula cum?"

  "She always cums... at least, as far as I know."

  Just before turning off the overhead lights, Jean slipped the
robe from her shoulders and tossed it over the back of a chair. 
All she wore underneath was a pair of thin black panties.

  "Where are the pajamas I told you to wear?"

  "In my dresser drawer, and remember what you said today.  I
decide what I'm going to wear... not my husband and not you. 
Besides, if all you're going to wear is those skimpy briefs, why
can't I wear panties?  Ok?"

  "Skewered on the sword of my own words... I need to learn to
keep my mouth shut," I grinned.

  "How do you like my new night wear?"  Jean asked as she turned
slowly through 360 degrees for my inspection.

  "Fabulous... and very hot... sexy.  I can see through those
panties.  Would they be crotchless by any chance?"

  "No.  We didn't get any like that at Victoria's today.  If we
get some for me, I'll wear them.  But I know you want me to prove
that they're not crotchless."

  Jean squatted in front of the couch, produced the type of
devilish grin I had seen on my wife many times, and then spread
her legs wide open.  "See.  My panties aren't crotchless."  She
held the obscene position for me.

  "No, but they may as well be.  I can see right through them."

  "Mmmmmmm...  and what can you see?"

  "Your pussy."

  "Is that what you think you see when you look between my legs,
Gordon?"

  "No... not really."

  "What then?"

  "Your cunt... I can see your cunt... your married cunt."

  "OOhhhhh Yes!  That's what I want you to see."

  "Come on.  Turn out the lights and get in the bed.  We need to
get some sleep."

  Jean removed her heels and turned off the lights.  As soon as
she slid into the bed beside me, she moved close and snuggled
under my arm.  However, unlike the previous night, this time her
big, naked tits were pressed into my side, and she was nearly
naked.

  "Mmmmmmmm... feels good," she cooed as her body squirmed
against mine.  "I like the feel of your body against my naked
breasts... do you like that?"

  "Of course, I like that.  I'd have to be made of stone not to
like it."

  "Either that or be gay.  Larry thinks you're gay.  Are you?" 
she challenged.

  "No, I'm not."

  "Can you prove it?"

  "I think so."  I grasped Jean's hand in mine and moved it to
the bulge in my briefs.  My 8-inch cock was erect and hard, so
much so that the head and an additional inch of the shaft had
pushed out the top of the briefs.  "Convinced?"

  Jean's hand ran up and down the length of my bulging sex
weapon.  She began to moan when she found she could just barely
manage to wrap her hand all the way around the shaft.  When her
fingers moved to the engorged head, she found it wet with precum.

  "Ohhhhh... ooohhhh... god!  You're just huge!  As Jean's
excitement mounted, her body was pressing urgently against mine.

  "Does it frighten you?"

  "Yes... a little...  no... no... a lot!  Larry isn't nearly
that big."

  "Don't worry.  First, a woman's vagina is built to take cock. 
It stretches, and I've never really hurt a woman.  Second, I'm
not going to ravish you."

  "You know that I've promised Larry that I would have sex with
you... let you fuck me, I mean.  Besides, I'm more than ready."

  "I know.  That's the problem.  I have to be certain that you're
not doing it just because you let your husband force you into
this."

  "But I'm hot... really hot for it.  Can't you tell?"

  "Oh yes, but not as hot as you're going to be tomorrow night."

  "What happens tomorrow?"

  "Tomorrow's dress code is no bra and no panties."

  Jean's body actually began to shudder in my arms.

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

  "AAGGHH!  AAGGHH!  OOHHH!  UUGGHH! AAGGHH!  AAGGHH!  OOHHH! 
UUGGHH!  OOOHH GOD!!  AAAAAEEEEIIIIIIII!!"

  Jean shook me.  "I'm awake," I said.

  "Can you hear that?  You must be able to hear that!"

  "I would have to have earplugs to keep from hearing that, Jean.
 I'm not certain that even earplugs would be enough."

  "What's happening?  Paula is screaming."

  "She's being fucked, Jean."

  "I know, but she hasn't screamed like that before.  Is she
being hurt?"

  "Some.  Larry is fucking my wife in her ass."

  "Oh gawd!  Should you go over and stop it?"

  I laughed.  "Not unless I want Paula mad at me for a week or
more."

  "But she's being hurt, isn't she?"

  "Not at all.  It hurts a little at first, but after that, the
pain subsides and with her fingers working her clitoris while
Larry is giving it to her, Paula will have an intense orgasm. 
Just keep listening."

  Gradually, the intensity of the female shrieks coming from the
guest bedroom diminished to the steady moans of a woman being
fucked.  Then, suddenly,

  "OOOHHHH FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE... HARDER...  I'M CUMMMINGGGGG!! 
OOHHHH GOD!!  I'M CUMMINGGGG!!"

  Jean pressed her trembling body hard against me as her hand
squeezed my engorged cock.

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

Monday - The Third Day

  I arose first the next morning.  To be certain that things went
as planned, I laid the clothes I wanted Jean to wear on my side
of the bed.

  She was sleeping her back and didn't awaken when I pulled the
covers off her body.  Her legs were open putting the black
panties she still wore on display.  Leaning closer, I could see
they were still wet with her secretions.  Deciding to take
advantage of her position was an easy decision.

  Moving my hand up her thigh, she moaned slightly.  When my
fingers reached the sodden crotch of her panties and began to
lightly stroke over the top of her clitoris, her hips began to
move.  I increased the pressure, and Jean moaned.

  Slipping my fingers beneath the panties, two fingers rapidly
found her erect clit, sandwiched it, and began to slowly move up
and down the shaft, but avoiding the tip.  Her hips arched
upward.  A moment later her eyes flew open.  When she realized
that I was masturbating her, her pelvis began to thrust wildly.

  "Good morning, sleepy head.  Time to get up.  I'll start
breakfast.  Remember!  Dress code today is "no bra - no panties".
 But like yesterday, put some on and then make your husband take
them off you when we're all together."

  Jean moaned, "I was about to cum.  Why did you stop?"

  "Because this week, I get to decide when and if you cum.  Get
dressed.  We've got an erotic day ahead of us."

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

  Larry was in a rush because he had to eat and get to work
before 8 AM.  "Let's get started.  I have to leave soon.  Where's
Jean?" he asked.

  "She's outside on the patio waiting for you."

  Larry looked at the glass door separating the kitchen from the
patio and gasped, "My god!  She's nearly naked!"

  I couldn't really disagree with his evaluation of Jean's
outfit.  Her white top failed to cover either shoulder and ended
at her belly button.  With no bra underneath, the imprints of her
nipples were obvious.  The black skirt she wore could hardly be
called a skirt.  If Jean had not shaved off her pubic bush, it
would probably have been visible above the top of her skirt. 
Almost all of her thighs were exposed by the short garment.  It
was so short, it looked more like a pair of shorts than a skirt.
It that wasn't hot enough, her black, stiletto heels took care of
the rest.

  Jean beckoned with her hand for Larry.  "She needs you.  Better
hurry if you don't want to be late for work, Larry," I said.

  Paula and I accompanied Larry onto the patio.  Larry opened his
mouth to protest his wife's brief attire, but before he could get
a word out, she held up her hand to silence him.  "Don't say a
word!  Gordon picked out my clothes today, and I'm wearing them.
But his rule for the day is 'no bra - no panties'.  I remembered
not to put on a bra, but I need you to take off my panties."  She
pulled the white top down to prove that she had indeed remembered
not to wear a bra.

  "But," Larry protested, "I told all you, no sex while I'm at
work!"

  I spoke up at this point.  "We all know that, and you can be
certain that there will be no fucking until you return from work
today.  We all promise.  Besides, you already know that I haven't
screwed Jean yet, so you know you have nothing to worry about."

  "Come on, Hubby.  Get my panties off.  I'm not permitted to
wear any today.  Hurry up so you'll have time to eat before you
have to leave for work."

  Jean turned, hiked up her micro-mini skirt revealing her black,
thong beneath.  "I'll help you, Honey."  She bent over slightly
and pulled the crotch band aside to expose both her asshole and
her cunt.  "Help me, Honey.  I need my panties to be off so I can
obey Gordon's rule like you want us to obey yours."

  Unable to think of a good reason not to remove Jean's panties,
he knelt behind her and quickly stripped the garment off her ass
and down her naked thighs.

  "Thank you, Dear.  Now give my panties to Gordon and let's
eat."

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

  After Larry had left for work, Paula went off to her bedroom to
shower, change clothes, and get ready to go out with Jean and me.
 While we waited, Jean sat down across from being careful to keep
her legs pressed together to avoid exposing herself.

  "Are you really going to take me out wearing this outfit?  I
won't be able to move without exposing either my butt or my pussy
or both."

  "How do you feel about that?"

  "Hot, excited, but extremely embarrassed."

  "Ok.  I understand.  Before we go out, you can put your panties
back on, but as far as Larry is concerned, you wore that outfit
when we went out with no bra and no panties.  Ok?"  Jean grinned
and nodded.

  "Tell me, have you really never been with another man?"

  "Just the guy in high school I told you about.  He fucked me on
two dates before I broke up with him."

  "As sensuous a woman as you are, you must have come close. 
Have you?"

  "Well... yes."

  "Larry know?"

  "Oh god, No!  I wouldn't have known how to tell him or explain
it."

  "I'm not Larry.  Tell me while we wait for Paula to get ready."

  "There's not much to tell.  It was at a party.  Larry hates to
dance so I was dancing with one of his friends, Jerry.  The
longer the party went on, the drunker Larry got until he finally
passed out in one of the bedrooms.  I was really angry so when
Jerry started holding me closer and feeling me up, I just went
with the flow and enjoyed it."

  "That's very erotic.  Were you enjoying it?  Or were you just
mad at Larry?"

  "At first, I was just mad, but the more Jerry felt me, the more
I began to enjoy it.  He was caressing my ass on the dance floor
and feeling my legs when we were out on the patio. Toward
midnight, he had his hand on my pussy rubbing my clit through my
panties.  When I didn't stop him, he got inside my panties and
finger fucked me."

  "The party broke up after midnight, and Jerry offered to help
me get my husband home.  Larry was essentially unconscious. 
Jerry and I carried him to our car, and then Jerry followed me
here.  We got him into the bedroom, took off his shoes and pants,
and covered him up to let him sleep it off.  After that, Jerry
was all over me again."

  "Open your legs so I can see your pussy while you finish the
story."

  Jean moaned softly as she spread her legs.  "We kissed while he
got my breasts out.  When he sucked my nipples, I couldn't stop
moaning.  My legs just seemed to spread automatically when he put
his hand on my thigh.  As soon as his fingers entered me again, I
was humping on his hand like a whore."

  Jean's hand was now between her legs rubbing her clitoris. 
"When Jerry led me into the guest bedroom, it didn't even occur
to me to resist.  He quickly got me stripped to just my panties.
Then I pulled off all his clothes, got on my knees, and sucked
him.  I was certain he was going to cum in my mouth, and I wanted
him to.  But he pulled out saying he wanted to put his first load
into my hot cunt.  That was exactly where I wanted it."

  Jean's fingers were now moving in and out of her vagina.  "He
put me on my back in the center of the bed and told me to lift my
ass.  When I did, he pulled off my panties leaving me totally
naked.  I spread wide and Jerry moved between my thighs.  I
remember him asking me, 'Are you ready for my cock, Baby?'."

  "What did you say?"

  "I moaned and said something like, 'Oh god! Yes! Fuck Me!  Fuck
Me!'  He lowered his body over me and I reached down and aligned
his cock with my opening.  He was just about to fuck it into me
when we heard my husband calling my name.  He had woke up and was
staggering around the house looking for me."

  "Now that's what I call very bad timing!"

  "It was.  Jerry lost his erection immediately.  He grabbed his
clothes off the floor and hid in the closet.  I threw my clothes
in after him, put on a robe, and went to collect my husband.  I
told him he had gotten drunk and I had put him in bed to sleep it
off.  I also said I was just getting ready to sleep in the guest
bedroom when he called out to me.  I went bed with Larry and shut
the bedroom door.  Later on, when it was safe, Jerry got dressed
and let himself out of the house.  We never got together again
even though he called me several times."

  "You're about to cum aren't you?"

  "Oh yesss!"

  "Don't!"

  "Bastard!"

  "I am, but you'll love me tonight."

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

  At 11:00 AM, Paula, Jean, and I were shopping in one of the
large malls in St. Louis.  Both women were wearing nearly
identical micro-mini skirts with a white tops and 4-inch
"fuck-me" heels.  Their big tits bounced as we walked through the
mall attracting every male's attention and either envy or disgust
from the women.

  It wasn't long before several men were following us around the
mall hoping to get an even better view.  I knew they were all
wondering if Jean and Paula had anything on under their short
skirts.  As Jean and Paula window shopped, they would
occasionally bend over slightly to see an item.  Whenever this
occurred, the group of men strolling along with us always tried
to move closer to get a better view.

  One shop had a small, two-step staircase with a display booth
at the top.  When both Jean and Paula stepped onto the first step
and then bent over to see the contents of the display case, the
men all did their best to see up their skirts, which proved to be
very easy to do.

  Finally, I decided to give them all a break.  As we were
leaving one shop on the ground level, I suggested we check out
the shops on the second level.  They nodded their agreement, and
I led us in the direction of the escalator.  As soon as the girls
saw it, they realized what I had in mind, but they both just
grinned and didn't hesitate once we reached it.

  Being a very considerate guy, I let the four men who had been
tagging along with us for a half hour or so get onto the
escalator right behind Paula and Jean.  I noticed Paula
whispering to Jean, and before we were halfway to the top, Paula
accidentally dropped her handbag and both women bent over to pick
it up.  For some reason, they fumbled trying to pick it up with
the result that rest of the ride to the top occurred with them
giving an erotic show to the men riding behind them.

  When I caught up with the girls, I smiled and said, "That was
quite a show.  You really made their day.  At least they all now
know that you're both wearing panties under your skirts."

  Jean and Paula both smiled seductively at me.  "What makes you
think we're wearing panties, Honey?" Jean asked. "Don't you
remember your dress code for the day?"

  "Well... you told me it would be embarrassing to go out in that
short skirt without panties.  I gave you permission to put them
on before we left."

  "I know you did, Darling.  But just because you gave me
permission, doesn't mean I took advantage of your generosity to
violate the day's dress code."

  I looked at my wife and asked, "Are you two really naked under
those skirts?"

  "Maybe... Why don't you go ask one of the four guys following
us around.  They know."  Both women started laughing at the fact
that the four strangers knew whether or not they were wearing
panties, but I didn't.

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

  After we left the mall around 2 PM, I was driving home when I
passed a "Hooters".  Immediately, I swung the car into the
parking lot and said, "Let's get a cool drink before we head for
home."

  Both women grinned at me and then at each other, but raised no
objections.  Inside, I led them to the bar and they took seats on
either side of me.  I must admit that sitting at the bar with two
dozen men checking out the two foxes I had with me really did
marvelous things for my masculine ego.

  After our drinks arrived, Jean and Paula turned on their bar
stools so that they were facing me, and also so that their legs
were on display for the other men in the place.  With their legs
crossed, each woman had one of her thighs almost completely
exposed.

  Even the waitresses were checking out the competition.  Paula's
tits were bigger than most of the "Hooter girls" and Jean's were
as large as most of them.  In addition, their outfits were far
more provocative than anything the girls working at Hooters wore.


  Just before we finished our drinks and headed out, Jean winked
at me and uncrossed her legs.  With one heel on the foot rest of
her stool and the other out to the side, she was wide open. 
Every pair of male eyes and some female eyes focused on the space
between her thighs.  I hoped she was wearing panties or a thong
or someone might call the police.

  Paula saw what she was doing and took her time finishing her
drink.  By the time she announced that she was finished, I was
certain that Jean had half the men in the bar hard.

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

  The girls spent the afternoon sunning themselves beside the
pool while I read and took a nap.  Around 4 PM, I got up, took a
quick shower, changed clothes, and made dinner reservations for 8
PM at The Golden Pheasant, which, in addition to being a 4-star
restaurant, also had a dance floor.

  Larry got home around 5:15, and I filled him in on the day's
activities and our dinner plans.

  "Sounds great," he said after I had finished.  "I'll take a
shower and change.  Should be ready by 6:00 PM so we'll have time
to drive over there and have a drink."  He started toward the
guest bedroom, stopped, and came back.  After checking to see if
his wife were around, he spoke to me in a lowered voice:

  "Tell me, have you fucked Jean yet?"

  "You said no sex while you were at work.  None of us broke your
rule, Larry.  In fact, no one even suggested breaking it."

  "Ok.  I appreciate that, but I was speaking more generally. 
You've been here three days now.  I was just curious if you've
screwed her yet."

  "No.  Not yet," I answered.

    "Is some thing wrong?  Every time I see Paula, I get hard and
hot."

  "I know you do.  Paula says she's having intense orgasms every
time you fuck her.  Seriously, don't worry about the fact that
Jean and I are taking our time.  She was really nervous that
first night.  I thought I would ruin the entire week for all of
us if I didn't give her time to get over her nervousness and
fright."

  Larry nodded as if he understood, but I was virtually certain
that he believed the real reason was that I was a closet gay.

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

  It slightly after 6 PM when Larry came into the den and
announced he was ready to go.  "Where are the girls?" he asked.

  "They're both still getting ready, of course.  Want a drink
while we wait?"

  "Sure.  Scotch and water on the rocks please."

  We sat in silence for 10 minutes or so until we heard Paula's
voice.  "Come into the guest bedroom, you guys.  See if we look
good enough to take out to dinner."

  "I don't know how you feel, Larry, but I think this is a very,
very good sign."  For an answer, Larry just leered as we headed
toward the guest bedroom.  When we opened the door, we found both
women on their hands and knees on the bed with their sexy asses
facing the door.  Both women were wearing dark nylons with a
black garter belt, black bra, and a skimpy black thong.  Their
two delectable asses were side-by-side and arched high.  I got
hard almost immediately, and I certain Larry had the same
reaction.

  "Is that all the two of you are planning on wearing tonight?" I
asked.

  "Well, I'm hungry and I doubt they would let us into the
restaurant if this is all we wear.  We just have to slip on our
dresses.  We'll be ready in five minutes," Paula said.

  They were true to their word.  A little over five minutes later
we were on our way with Jean and I in the front seat and Larry
working Paula over in the back seat.  It was almost and hour's
drive to the restaurant and Jean kept giving me a play-by-play
account of the action in the back seat.  It wasn't anything I
hadn't heard and seen before, so I concentrated on driving while
Jean watched.  It was obvious that it was really turning her on,
which wasn't all that surprising since it was probably the first
time she had ever watched.

  We about 10 minutes from the restaurant when Jean gasped, "Oh
my god!!  He's on her.  I think he's putting it in."  Then a
moment later:  "He's fucking her, Gordon.  Larry's fucking your
wife!"

  I really didn't need the updates since I could easily tell from
the way my wife was moaning and gasping that she was being
fucked.

  "You two better hurry it up unless you intend to continue while
the valet parks the car.  We're almost there."

  Just as I turned into the entrance to "The Golden Pheasant",
Larry sat up and Paula's moans stopped.  As we were walking into
the restaurant, I asked her, "Did you have time to finish?  Did
he?"

  "No.  Neither of us.  I'm sure you can count on Larry wanting
to leave as soon as possible."  We both laughed.

  Dinner was excellent.  Larry didn't dance, so I took turns
dancing with Jean and then Paula... back and forth.  When I had
my wife on the dance floor, she was grinding her mound against my
erection.

  "Do you intend to fuck me right here on the dance floor?" I
asked her.

  "God I feel like it.  I'm not used to getting screwed halfway
like that.  I'm soaking wet."

  "You told me that Larry was going to want to leave as soon as
possible.  I think it's you that desperate to leave.  Right?"

  "Yesss...  let's forget dessert and an after dinner drink.  I
need to be fucked."

  That's exactly what we did, skipped dessert and any more
drinks.  As we waited for the valet to bring our car around, I
said, "Listen, it's just too hard to drive while I'm listening to
you two fucking in the back seat.  So I've got a rule... no more
sex until we're safely home.  Larry, you and I in the front
seat... women in the back seat.  No arguments."

  Larry hated my rule, but no more than I hated his.  Paula was
simmering in her own juices all the way home.  Jean was
disappointed that she didn't get to watch, and I was the "Grinch
Who Stole Christmas."

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

  As soon as we got home, Larry and Paula ran to their bedroom
while I led Jean to ours.  I closed the door behind us, turned to
Jean, and said, "Jean.  Sit down on the couch.  Don't speak, just
watch."

  I sat on the bed and removed my shoes and socks with Jean's
eyes riveted on me.  Next, I stood right in front of her and
slowly removed my shirt revealing my well-tanned, flat stomach
and muscular arms, back, and chest.  Jean licked her lips and
started to speak.  I held my hand up and shook my head.  Her
mouth remained open, but no words emerged.

  I slipped my belt off and tossed it beside her.  Opening the
waist button, I moved within one step of her and said softly,
"Pull my zipper down, Jean, and take off my pants."

  This was obviously an erotic first for her.  I could see her
hand trembling as she pulled down my zip.  Her fingers slipped
into the waistband and pulled my pants over my hips until they
were bunched around my feet.  I stepped out of them and then,
kicked my pants into the corner of the room.

  I moved even closer until it was no more than a few inches from
her face.  It was fully erect, throbbing, 8 thick inches of
raging man meat.  There was no way my briefs could contain the
hard sex spike.  The engorged, purple head along with almost two
inches of shaft protruded from the waistband of my briefs.

  "Take it out, Jean."

  Her breasts were heaving with excitement as she pulled my
briefs down releasing the thick sex gun.  It stood at a 60 degree
angle pointing right at her nose.  As she watched, a glob of
precum seeped from the tip and formed a three-inch strand that
swung back and forth from the bulbous head.

  From Paula's reports, I knew that I was almost two full inches
longer than Larry, and much thicker.  "You may touch it if you
like, Jean."

  She allowed her fingers to lightly run down the shaft, which
jerked and throbbed in response.  "OOOooohhhh... god."  She ran
her hand over the shaft again, and once more, it pulsed and
throbbed, the head turning even darker purple as blood swelled it
to the point that it looked like it might burst.
"OOOoooohhhhhhhh... it's beautiful.  Am I causing it to throb
like that?"

  "Yes.  Squeeze it and feel how hard you're making me throb."

  She tried to wrap her hand around the shaft and when she found
that her hand wasn't large enough, she moaned, "OOOHHH... I can't
believe it.  You're huge.  How big is it?"

  At that point, my organ began to pulse and jerk in her hand. 
Another stream of precum pumped out and coated her hand.  Jean
was now emitting soft squeals of feminine delight.  "Put your
tongue out, Jean."

  She didn't hesitate.  Her tongue shot out, and I moved my cock
so that the precum strand touched it.  In a flash, she licked it
off my cock and ran her tongue over her lips.

  "Do you want to see my ass, Jean?"

  She was breathing so hard now, her answer was no more than a
gasp.  So she nodded her head vigorously.  I turned slowly,
flexing my buttocks as I did so.  My muscles rippled up and down
my thighs, and my butt was tight and hard to her touch.  First
her fingers explored me and then her tongue.

  Again, I turned to face her.  Feel how tight and high my balls
are, Jean.  That's because they're filled with sperm from not
having sex for almost a week now.  When they explode their load,
the woman who receives that load had better be on a good method
of birth control or she will find herself very, very pregnant
before morning.

  Jean thrust her hand between her thighs and closed them
tightly. "AHHH... AAHHH... OOOhhhh... god!  I'm about to cum and
you haven't even touched me.  I can't believe how hot you're
getting me!"

  "No more pajamas tonight, Jean!"

  "Oh god NO!!  No more pajamas."

  "No more panties, tonight, Jean!"

  "MMMmmmmmmmmmm...  You're going to fuck me tonight, aren't
you?"

  I didn't answer.  Instead, I simply said, "Lie back on the
couch, Jean.  Pull up your dress, spread wide, and show it to
me!"

  There wasn't a second of hesitation.  Jean laid back on the
couch, pulled her dress up to her hips, opened the top, and
spread her legs wide.  Her right leg was up and bent, the heel on
the couch.  Her left one was splayed out to side with the calf
and thigh resting on the seat of the couch.  The position opened
up the entire plane of her cunt that was just barely concealed by
her thin, transparent black panties.

  When my fingers traced the wet slit from top to bottom, she
groaned, her hips arching high.  As soon as I touched her erect
clitoris, her groan turned to a deep wail of passion.  Rotating
my finger over the throbbing button, her hips began to dance
wildly.

  It was hot, erotic, an incredible power rush.  I had complete
command of her body.  If I wanted her hips to thrust upward, all
I had to do was rub above her pulsing clitoris.  Gentle squeezes
produced gurgling moans of desperate passion.  Flicking the tip
of her engorged organ generated repeated squeals of feminine
delight.

  "Go over to the chair, Jean.  I want both tits out, your
panties to one side so you can display your cunt.  Put your legs
up over the chair arms and present yourself to me.  As soon as
she was seated, Jean pulled the top of her dress wide open and
literally jerked her bra off, spilling out both 36D tits.  Her
big nipples were engorged, erect, hard.  Pulling her legs up with
her hands, she draped them over the chair arms to obscenely
spread herself for me.  Her fingers yanked the panties aside to
display the wet, open hole of her cunt.  It glistened with
feminine excitement.

  "Rub your clit, Jean.  Masturbate for me."

  "Ooohhhhhhhhhhh...," she moaned as her fingers flew over the
pulsing clitoris.  As she pleasured herself, we both heard the
now familiar sounds of my wife being fucked in the guest bedroom.


  ek-ah... ek-ah ... UUUGGHH! ek-ah... ek-ah ... Oohh!  Oohh! 
ek-ah... ek-ah ...   UUUGGHH!  Oohh!  Oohh!  ek-ah... ek-ah ...

  As we listened to my wife crying out that she was about to cum,
I was busy pulling down the bedcovers.  There was no resistance
from Jean when I lifted her out of the chair and carried her to
the bed.  She was still fully clothed, but every thing was
exposed.  As her hips hunched in helpless passion, she looked
totally whorish.

  Reaching up, we both worked to remove her dress leaving her in
only her panties, stockings, and heels.  Hooking my fingers in
the waistband, I slowly pulled her panties off her hips.  Jean
raised her ass so I could pull them down her thighs and off. 
"Spread!  Spread wide open!" I commanded.  She obeyed instantly,
presenting her wet, gaping pussy before my eyes.

  My fingers traced the swollen lips moving up and down over her
labia.  She moaned in utter delight.  Her hips were thumping up
and down on the bed.  On the next rise, my fingers sank deep
inside her hot hole, my palm rubbing hard against her clitoris. 
Jean wailed loudly as she locked her legs and back in place while
holding her hips off the bed.  I could feel her vagina gripping
my fingers and throbbing around it.

  "Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh god...  I'M CUMMINGGG!!" she wailed.  I had
no doubt that Larry could hear her every moan now.

  As her vagina contracted again and again in hot spasms, I kept
my fingers moving in and out of her pussy.  Her mouth was now
open, tongue out, eyes clenched shut with the intensity of the
feeling between her legs.  When my other hand began to roll and
pinch the nipples at the same time as my fingers were pleasuring
her cunt, her moans increased in volume.

  Jean's body arched again, her back bowing above the bed as her
excitement once more began to build.  Lowering my mouth to her
tits, I sucked hard on one nipple, letting my tongue flick
rapidly over the hard tip.  She wailed as her pussy flooded once
more.

  I moved lower in the bed and placed a hand under each of her
knees.  Exerting a slight pressure, Jean responded, bending her
legs so that her thighs parted wide, totally exposing her cunt. 
A scream of female passion erupted from her lungs when she felt
my tongue trace the length of her slit in repeated slow licks up
and down its throbbing length.  Going higher, my tongue tip found
the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.  She rammed her
hips upward trying desperately to increase the pressure on her
clitoris.

  On the next rise of her hips, I pushed a pillow beneath her ass
to keep her pussy in the best position.  Driving my tongue back
into her gaping slit, Jean's thighs tightened around my head as
she lifted her pussy to meet the tongue pleasuring her.  It
slipped deep inside her throbbing hole.

  "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...  AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...," came her
uncontrolled scream.

  Her screams increased in volume as I continued to slide the
tongue in and out of her hole.  Suddenly, her cunt exploded in
another intense orgasm.  Quickly, I moved up to her clitoris as
her vagina gushed juices and throbbed. The spasms wracking her
body increased when I trapped the hard clit in my mouth and
licked up and down its pulsing shaft.

  Jean howled as another orgasm surged through her cunt:  "OOHH!
OOHH!  OOHH!  GGHHAAAA! UGH!  UGH!  UGH!"

  For the next thirty minutes I licked and stroked her
continuously throbbing pussy.  Two fingers were inside her, right
on her G-spot... rubbing... pressing... stroking... making her
squeal and thrash on the bed as her vagina erupted again and
again.  Suddenly... uncontrollably... she squirted her juices a
foot into the air drenching my face and chest in the process. 
When my lips immediately captured her erupting clit and sucked it
hard, she came again.

  Again and again, my tongue flicked the tender clit back and
forth, not allowing her orgasm to end but to build on the last
until she was cumming in continued rapid bursts, screaming and
wailing.  When she tried to lower her hips to rest, the pillow
held her in place for my tongue.  Her entire body was shuddering
in repeated climaxes now.  Later, neither of us could count nor
remember how many times she had cum as her orgasms were
essentially continuous.

  Feminine secretions were running from her vagina now, soaking
the pillow beneath her hips and drenching the valley between her
ass cheeks.  Desperately, she pushed my head away from her pussy.
 As I moved back, her hole continued to contract... opening and
closing... opening and closing... again and again.

  At that moment, there was a loud knock on our door and Larry's
loud voice came from the other side.

  "Jean!  Jean!  Are you all right?  What's happening?!" he was
yelling.

  "GO AWAY!" his wife screamed at the top of her voice.

  "But what's happening?"

  "WHAT DO YOU THINK IS HAPPENING?  WE'RE HAVING SEX.  DAMN YOU!
GO AWAY.  WE DIDN'T BOTHER YOU AND PAULA!"

  "But...but...," Larry stammered.  "You've been screaming for an
hour.  He can't have been fucking you for that long?"

  "Gordon has even started fucking me yet... Please, Larry.  Go
away!  You're ruining it for us!"

  "I just want to be certain you're ok!"

  "OOOHHHHH...  SHIT... OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD DAMN! 
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH...  UUNNGGGHHHHHHHH... OOOHHHHHHHHH..."

  "What's happening?  What's happening?  Are you all right?"
Larry screamed again and again.

  "GORDON'S FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...  I'M BEING FUCKED!!
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  UUNNGGHHH!"

  "JEAN!" Larry screamed again.

  "UGHHHHH... GGGHHHAAAAAAA...  AAAHHHH... Nothing is...
aaahhhh... uunnggh... the matter...  uugh!  uugh! uugh!  I've got
a huge ... aahhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkk... huge cock in... uugh...in my
cunt!  I'M BEING FUCKED!!  GO AWAY!  UUGHHH!  UGH!  GO AWAY!!"

  At that point, we heard Paula's voice.  "Larry!  Come back into
the bedroom with me.  NOW!!  Your wife is fine.  She's just being
fucked by a randy stallion of a man, and she can't stop cumming.
Get your ass back in this bedroom!  NOW!"

  My hips were hitting hard against Jean's pelvis as my 8-inch,
raging cock plunged again and again deep inside her.  As she was
screaming at her husband, I slowly pulled my throbbing dick back
till just the head remained inside her pussy. Her hips thrust and
hunched frantically trying to get the thick shaft back into her
cock-hungry cunt.  I waited a moment and then, drove my hips hard
as I flexed my cock so that she could feel the big head throbbing
as it slid down her sex channel until at the bottom, it thudded
hard against her cervix.  Another wail erupted from the impaled
woman as her cunt erupted around my implanted cock in an intense
orgasm.

  "OOOOHhhh Gordon!  It's so good... sooooo good!  My pussy feels
so totally full of hot cock... so stretched...  AAAHHHHHH... FUCK
ME, LOVER.  GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

  My hips snapped back preparing to give her what she was wanted.
 My cock almost slipped out of Jean's pussy, but not quite.  The
big head was still surrounded by the hot, wet lips of her pulsing
cunt.  I made her wait until she was whining, begging.  Only then
did I ram it  forcefully back into her waiting cunt.  I could
both see and feel her cuntal lips stretching wide to receive the
thick shaft as it slid all the way into her.  Once she had all 8
inches of cock inside her channel, I began fucking Larry's wife
with hard slamming strokes that forced her butt down into the
mattress.  My hips were a blur of motion as they delivered one
hard fuck stroke after another into her open, throbbing cunt
hole.

  As I fucked my cock into the sucking hole of Jean's vagina, she
squeezed the thick shaft with her cunt muscles.  It took all my
will power and concentration to keep from shooting into her, but
I knew it was a lost cause.  She was just too blazing hot.

  "OOOHHHHH GOD!  YOU'RE GONNA CUM!  YES! YES! YES!  SHOOT IT
INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEE... PUMP MY CUNT FULL OF YOUR HOT JUICE, LOVER.
 BREED MEEEEEEEEE!!" she screamed at the top of her voice so that
her husband was certain to hear.

  "I CAN'T HOLD IT, JEAN.  YOU'RE TOO DAMN HOT!  GET READY!  HERE
IT COMES!!  AAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

  Jean lifted her legs higher to give me full access.  The hot
throbbing hole between her thighs was too much, for me or any
man.  My strokes shortened, and I felt my buttocks begin to
clench.   Ramming deep, I groaned as huge, thick jets of cum shot
into Jean's cunt.  Six days of semen and sperm poured into her
into a series of spastic contractions of my prick.  I couldn't
stop.  Again and again, my cock throbbed, and each spasm ejected
another stream of cum into the bottom of her vagina right at the
opening of her womb.  The cum overflowed and seeped between the
lips of Jean's pussy and my still pistoning cock to slide down
the crack of her ass.

  I collapsed on top of her, our organs still joined, still
throbbing

  I didn't move from between her spread legs, and Jean kept her
legs locked around me to make sure I didn't move.  Over the next
five minutes or so, my hips continued to do a slow grind inside
her cum-filled sex hole.  The squishing sounds of our coupling
were incredibly erotic.  The intoxicating aroma of her throbbing
cunt filled the room. Then, I realized that Jean's hips were
beginning to move again as I grew bigger and harder inside her
pussy.  "Ooohhhh... you're getting hard again!  Oh yes!  DO IT TO
ME AGAIN.  FUCK ME AGAIN!"

  When I was fully hard, I rolled us over so that she was on top
in control of the action.  Her eyes flew open as she realized
that I was hers to use.  Her first action was to slam her ass
down hard on my rigid cock spike.  Once it was fully implanted
inside her, she began to grind herself against my pubic arch,
putting enormous friction on her clitoris.

  "OH SHIT!  OH SHIT!  IT'S WONDERFUL!  AAAGGGHHHHAAAAAA!! 
UUGGHH!!  FUCKKKKKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGG!!"

  Jean fucked me like a woman possessed.  Her hips hammered up
and down.  On every trip her spasming vagina made down rigid sex
spike, she would grind herself hard against my body, and every
time I could feel the hot contractions rippling through the
entire length of her cunt.

  "Ohhhh you hot Stud!  How do you like being on bottom, pinned
down, helpless, getting fucked hard and there's nothing you can
do but lie there and take it?  UNNNGGHH!  UNNNGGHH!  UNNNGGHH! 
UNNNGGHH!  AAAHHH... I'M ABOUT TO CUM AGAIN... GONNA DRENCH YOU,
BABY.  TAKE IT... TAKE IT!!"

  I felt her pussy erupt again as a new flood of feminine cum
squirted all over my belly.  As it drenched me, my cock exploded
inside her cunt pumping even more semen and sperm into her belly.

  It was sometime around 4 AM before we finally fell into an
exhausted sleep.  I had shot four huge loads into Larry's wife,
and she had cum countless times.  At several points, her pussy
and clit were erupting continuously.  During these times, she
screamed and howled until she was gasping for breath.

  Paula told me later that Larry outdid himself, fucking her six
times during the night.  Even after he shot his sixth load into
my wife, Jean's screams of delight got him hard again, but he was
too tired and his balls too empty to permit him to reach another
orgasm.  He tried desperately, however, and in the process got my
wife off several more times.

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

Tuesday - The Fourth Day:

  Everyone was so exhausted after our marathon sex session, that
only Larry got up.  I was impressed that he could drag himself
out of bed at 7 AM, dress, eat something, and still get to work
by 8 AM.  For the first time, he was unable to remind all of us
about his rule of no sex until he got home.  He was unable
because none of us were sufficiently awake to understand anything
he was saying.

  Jean and I finally got up around 11 AM.  I led her into the
bathroom, and we had an erotic shower together.  It took a lot
longer than usual because I couldn't stop caressing her tits and
pussy, and she couldn't keep her hands off my newly hardened
cock.

  At one point, as the water cascaded over us, she said, "Put it
in me, Honey.  I want it!"

  "I know, and I want it in your hot cunt, but we promised
Larry."

  "Screw Larry and his rule... then screw my cunt, Lover.  I want
your cock in me again."

  "Tonight... after he comes home."

  Jean pouted a bit, but then went back to jacking me off while I
worked her clit until she announced that she was going to cum.  I
pushed two fingers inside her, found her G-spot, and frigged it
as my thumb worked over her clitoris.  In moments, I felt her
pussy contract, her juices spurted, and I had to hold her up as
her legs collapsed.

  Later, as we dressed, she asked, "What's the dress code for
today, Lover?"

  "There isn't any because today, you're in charge.  I and Paula
are your sex slaves until Larry comes home.  Then she's his sex
slave, but I'll still be yours.  You make all the decisions
today, Jean.  And you're on top when we fuck, unless you command
me to get on you."  I thought her body trembled a little at the
erotic thoughts that must have been going through her head.

  Paula already had a very late breakfast ready for us, and while
the three of us enjoyed pancakes, eggs, bacon, and coffee, the
two women essentially ignored me and started a private
conversation, so to speak.

  "Oh Paula!  I can't even begin to tell you how hard your
husband made me cum last night and then again this morning. 
Truthfully, I've never, ever been screwed like that.  I just
couldn't stop cumming."

  "We could tell!  So could the neighbors down the street."

  "Was I that loud?"

  "Oh yes!  You got your husband so hot, he shot six loads of cum
into me during the night."

  "Gordon told me that I'm in charge today... that you two are my
sex slaves until Larry comes home.  After that, you're his sex
slave, but he's still mine.  Did he tell you that?"

  "He did.  We both agreed.  I told Larry before he left for work
this morning that I would be his total sex slave tonight and do
anything he tells me to do... just so long as it isn't illegal or
dangerous.  Until he gets home, you're in command.  Tomorrow,
it's my turn.  Agreed?"

  "Oh yes!  What will you make me do?" Jean asked.

  "You and I are going to go pick up some men and they're going
to fuck both of us.  We need to buy some condoms before we go out
trolling for them."

  "But what about Larry's rule?"

  "Gordon is the one who has promised not to fuck us while he's
at work.  The guys we're going to pick up haven't promised."

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

  It was around 1 PM when we were all sunning ourselves by the
pool when Jean asked, "Paula, Larry hasn't gone down on you has
he?"

  "No, and it's driving me crazy.  Seven days without a tongue in
my pussy is driving me up the wall.  He says 'real men don't suck
cunt', or some thing ridiculous like that."

  "I think it's time you got your cunt licked.  That's not
fucking and so we won't be violating Larry's rule.  Go in the
master bedroom and take off all your clothes.  Sit on the side of
the bed while Gordon and I decide how we're going to do you. 
Hurry up, slave.  Get your ass in the bedroom and get naked, but
leave your heels on.  You look more whorish."

  Paula hurried off the bedroom to get ready, and Jean grinned at
me.  "Is this ok?"

  "You don't need to ask me.  You're in charge.  If you say Paula
gets her cunt licked, then she gets her cunt licked."

  "I want both of us to do her.  I've never done a woman, ever. 
Would she mind?"

  "It doesn't matter if she minds or not.  She's a sex slave. 
Her cunt is yours to do with whatever you want.  She wasn't
kidding when she told you that tomorrow she intends to make you
use your cunt to satisfy a group of strange men.  So why worry
about her?  But, if it will make you feel better, she'll love it.
 She's had bi experiences before... one really erotic one in Las
Vegas when we were celebrating our tenth anniversary."

  When Jean and I entered the bedroom, we found my wife naked as
ordered, sitting on the bed waiting for us.

  "Spread your legs, Slave.  Wide open."  Jean ordered.  My wife
opened her legs displaying her very wet pussy.

  "Are you hot to be licked after 7 days of no tongue?" Jean
asked.

  "Oh god yes!  Larry gets me off, but I need tongue in me as
well as cock.  Didn't you like Gordon's tongue last night?"

  "I ask the questions, Slave.  When you're in charge tomorrow,
then you can ask.  Now get on the couch.  Legs wide open, Slave."

  I sat on the bed and watched, my cock already rigid with lust.
Jean knelt between my wife's legs and examined her pussy.  She
was mesmerized by the erotic sight as her eyes had never been so
close to a pussy before.  She reached and gently touched it. 
Paula sighed with pleasure.

  "God.  It's so wet... so soft... soo... so sensuous.  And it
smells so musky and wonderful.  No wonder men can't wait to put
their cocks into you, Paula."

  My wife's hips were now slowly undulating.  "Just wait until
tomorrow, Jean, and you'll find out just how much they like
putting their cocks into yours as well."

  "Shut up, Slave, or I'll have my slave boy Gordon whip you with
his belt."

  My wife groaned, half in fear, half in hot anticipation. Jean's
fingers were inside my wife's cunt hole.  She hunched her hips
upward in response.  "Do you want me to eat your pussy, Paula? Do
you want me to suck your clit, your cunt?"

`  My cock hardened into an iron bar when I heard my wife groan,
her hips still thrusting up and down in hot fuck motions.  "I
know you want it, Paula.  Seven days without having your hot
pussy eaten.  You have to be climbing the walls."

  My wife groaned even louder.

  Jean knelt in front of Paula.  I watched as her hands firmly
forced her legs apart.  A moment later, she had her head between
her gaping thighs.  Although Jean's head hid the action on her
pussy from my sight, my wife's reaction made it obvious when
Jean's tongue entered her swollen slit and licked upward over her
throbbing clitoris.

  Paula's hips were now pounding up and down in a frenzy in
response to the clit lashing Jean's tongue was giving her.  I saw
Jean's arm moving back and forth and realized that she was finger
fucking Paula at the same time she sucked her clit.

  After seven days with no oral sex, there was no way Paula could
last very long under the dual assault of tongue on her clit and
fingers churning inside her cunt on her G-spot.  I saw her back
stiffen as her hips thrust involuntarily against Jean's mouth and
tongue.  A moment later, her entire body convulsed as her cunt
juices burst outward in a huge gush.  Jean ignored the fact that
her face was covered with my wife's cum and continued to lap up
and down her throbbing sex trench.  Less than a minute later,
Paula's body shook with a second orgasm at least as intense as
the first.

  Jean pulled away from Paula's prone body.  The aftermath of her
two orgasms had her tits heaving on her chest as she struggled to
get her breath.  Her legs gaped wide open, and I saw that her sex
hole was still throbbing.

  Jean turned to me.  "Get your tongue in her and make her cum
again, Slave," she ordered.

  I didn’t have to be asked twice.  Moving to the bed, I cupped
Paula's heaving tits and gripped her nipples hard.  She squealed
as I pinched and pulled them until they felt as if they were
caught in a vise.  Her pelvis began to hump in fuck motions again
as she squealed in a mixture of pain/pleasure.  Every time I
squeezed her nipples, her hips rammed upward in a coital thrust.

  I knew it was time to give her my tongue.  Pressing my head
into her sex saddle, the musky aroma of her stimulated cunt had
me hard as stone.  His swollen clitoris protruded like a small
cock from its protective hood, throbbing, begging for attention.
I swiped my tongue over it, it danced wildly, and my wife
screamed in ecstasy as her sex channel with into convulsive
contractions.

  Sucking her clit into my mouth, I applied intense pressure. 
The small organ swelled, throbbed, and pulsed.  With each spasm,
Paula screeched and howled.  Her asshole opened and closed.  When
it next opened, I thrust two fingers deep into her bowels.  There
was almost no resistance.  Obviously, Larry had fucked her ass
repeatedly the previous night.

  Paula began to cum.  Her juices spurted again and again.  Her
cunt whooshed air.  Her rectum contracted hard on my fingers with
each sexual tremor that passed through her vagina.  Finally, she
collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

  Jean gave her no time to rest.  Lying down beside my panting
wife, she ordered, "Assume the 69 position on me, Slave.  I want
your mouth on my cunt now.  Lick me and make me cum.  Hurry up or
I'll have you whipped."

  I had to jack off as I watched Paula eat Jean's cunt until she
was screaming in orgasm.  At the same time her scream erupted, my
load spewed over my wife's back and onto Jean's face.

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

  That evening was a repeat of the previous evening.  Jean and I
spent the night in the master bedroom with her in charge.  She
rode my cock facing me;  she rode my cock with her back to me;
she had me lie flat on the bed while she squatted over me and
used her legs to lower her cunt up and down my cock.  The only
part of her body touching me when she fucked me like that was her
cunt.

  After she had had well over a dozen orgasms, she ordered me to
suck and lick her pussy.  I glanced at the wall clock when I
first pushed my head between her thighs.  It was 11:10 PM.  Her
thighs instantly clamped around my head and held me locked
against her cunt.  Again and again, her juices gushed out all
over my face, but she never relaxed the grip of her powerful
thighs around my head.  When she finally released me, it was
12:30 AM.

  My cock had been hard for two hours without being allowed to
cum.  The new power I had granted her seemed to be turning her
into a hot, demanding bitch who only cared about the number of
orgasms she had.

  My tongue was just beginning to recover from the forced 80
minutes suck and lick session when she ordered me onto my back
again.  I thought she was going to ride my cock and I would get
to cum, but Jean had other ideas.  Abruptly, she mounted my face,
and in the next instant, her cunt covered my face as she mashed
her sex hard against my mouth.  My nose was in her anus, and I
was having great difficulty breathing.

  "Suck me, Slave!" she commanded as she rode my face. 
Occasionally, she would lift up enough to permit me to breathe
and then her cunt and ass would descend again and she would order
me to suck and lick.  Forty minutes later, she came for the fifth
time and dismounted.  I was in a state of near collapse.

  When I finally recovered, I sat up and looked at her.  Shaking
my head, I asked, "Why?  Good god!  I didn't treat you like that.
 I made certain that you had a wonderful sexual experience. 
Instead, you tortured me.  You allowed me to cum one time, and if
that's not enough, I almost suffocated."

  Jean's face appeared horror stricken, but she remained silent.
Exhausted, I fell back onto the bed and was asleep within a
minute.

  Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard Jean's soft voice.
"Gordon, are you awake?  Please wake up."  Her hand gently shook
my shoulder.  Gradually, my mind cleared and I turned toward her.


  "I'm awake, Jean, but I'm still too exhausted for more sex
right now."

  She pressed her face against mine.  I could feel the tears
streaming down her cheeks.  "I'm so sorry... oh god!  I'm so
sorry.  I don't know what to say.  Larry will never do oral
sex... not ever.  You're the first man who's ever given me such
wonderful pleasure.  When you put me in charge, and I could just
order you to keep licking and sucking my cunt and clit, I just
went crazy with lust.  I must have cum 25 times or more.  I
didn't realize how much I was hurting you, even torturing you. 
All I could think of was how incredible you were making me feel.
Please... please forgive me."

  For an answer, I pulled her over on top of me, kissed her open
mouth passionately.  Even though I was still tired, my
unsatisfied cock very quickly rose to full staff.  Jean felt it
and giggled with glee.  "You may still be furious with me, but he
wants to fuck me."

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Wednesday - The Fifth Day

  Paula woke Jean and I up around 9 AM.  Larry had long since
left for work.  The three of us fixed a nice breakfast.  As we
were enjoying the food, Paula kept looking at Jean quizzically.

  "What's the matter with you this morning, Jean?  You look sort
of sad.  Anything I should know about?"

  "I did something really bad in bed last night.  I'm sure Gordon
will tell you about it.  I just feel terrible."

  "You're sure Gordon will tell me about it?  You don't know my
husband very well, Jean.  If you did something you shouldn't have
done, I'm never going to learn about it from him.  You can forget
that."

  "Well then I'll tell you," she said.  Ten minutes later she had
described how she had forced me to suck and lick her until I was
totally exhausted and had almost suffocated in her cunt.  "I was
cumming so hard and so often, I couldn't think about anything
except my pussy and how wonderful he was making me feel.  I'm so
sorry, Gordon.  It was just awful."

  Upon hearing the story, my life-long mate, my darling, loving
wife was laughing so hard tears were running down her cheeks. 
When she finally got control of herself, she said, "Jean, if no
one had ever gone down on me in my life and then Gordon worked me
over with his incredible tongue and mouth, I would have done
exactly what you did.  Besides, take a look at the guy... 
Nothing but muscle... outweighs you by about 75 lbs... if he had
been in any danger of suffocating, I think he could have gotten
your cunt off his face in about a second.  He loved bringing you
off over and over and over... the truth is that he was having so
much fun, he didn't realize how tired he was getting until it was
over.  I suggest you punish him tonight by not giving him any
pussy."

  Jean stared at me, shock evident on her face.  "Is that right?"

  I shrugged my shoulders.  "Well... sort of... I guess...
maybe."

  "Well, in that case," Jean said, "I sort of... maybe... might
not give you any pussy tonight... perhaps."

`  Paula produced her devilish grin.  "You had better think
carefully about that, Girl.  I'm not going to loan you the use of
Larry's cock tonight, that's for sure.  Now get dressed.  Wear
some thing hot and sexy.  You and I are going out today.  You
know were the Best Western on Leroy Street is?"

  "Yeah, why?"

  "Good.  You're driving.  Hurry up."

  Jean hurried off to her bedroom.  When she was out of earshot,
I asked, "What do you have in mind, Paula?  Yesterday, you told
Jean that the two of you were going to pick up some men.  Were
you just kidding?"

  "No, not at all.  Honey, do you realize that you and Larry are
the only two men she's ever had?  And she's only been getting it
from you for two days.  Larry is a good lover... for a short
period... like a week or so.  But after that, his 'real men don't
suck pussy' and his 'real men do the fucking... women stay on
bottom or bend over and take it' get really hard to take.  That's
why Jean couldn't stop last night... she's never, ever had what
you're giving her.  She's gone from nothing... absolute zilch...
to the best lover in the world, and she just went wild."

  "Yeah, I understand.  I wasn't really mad.  It was pretty much
just like you told her."

  "Anyway, she really needs to get laid by some men other than
Mr. Macho Stud Larry or Mr. Incredible Lover Gordon.  Today's the
day... I hope."

  "Any plans or are you just going to hope for the best?"

  "While we were relaxing by the pool yesterday, I read in the
paper that the state Legion baseball tournament is going on.  The
teams are staying at the Best Western on Leroy.  Just think about
it... all those 18 to 20 year-old studs with nothing to do
between games but sit around the hotel.  And their coaches...
wives at home... here for 10 days or so... no pussy...
MMMmmmmmmm..."

  An hour later, the two girls were pulling out of the driveway.
Both were dressed sexy, but not whorish.  They looked exactly
like what they were, two married women out looking for a good
time.

  Now alone in the house, I realized how tired I still was from
the last two days.  Returning to the bedroom, I crawled into bed
and was asleep in just a few minutes.

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

  I woke around 3:30 PM and quickly found that Paula and Jean had
not yet returned from their "trolling expedition".  I realized I
was hungry having skipped lunch, but it was too close to dinner
to fix much so I just contented myself with a glass of milk and a
few cookies.

  The women still had not returned with Larry arrived home from
work.  "Where are the girls?" he wanted to know.

  "They went out shopping earlier."

  "When are they going to be home.  Nothing on the stove, so I
guess we're going out for dinner again."

  "You know, I don't think they said when they would be home. 
Since we're going out, it doesn't really matter.  How was work?"

  "Fine.  Had a few quality control problems with the temperature
on one of the vats.  Took some work to fix it, but nothing
serious.  I'm going to take a shower, shave, and change for
dinner."

  Forty-five minutes later a freshly shaved and showered Larry
was back, but we were still waiting for our wives.  It was almost
6:30 PM before Jean's car pulled into the driveway.

  As soon as they entered the house, Larry started on them. 
"Where have you two been all day.  Gordon and I are starved. 
Let's go out for dinner."

  "We have to change first, Honey," Jean commented.  It was hot
today and we're all sweaty.  We'll hurry though.  Won't take more
than 20 minutes."

  "I'm going to clean up too, Honey," my wife commented.  She
glanced over at Larry, saw his attention was on the evening
paper, and winked at me.  Then, she held up her hands, five
fingers extended on one hand, three on the other.

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

  For once, the women outdid themselves in speed.  They were both
bathed, dressed, and ready to go within 15 minutes.  In fact, by
the time Larry and I were walking to the car, both women were
already there and waiting for us.  Jean was leaning against the
hood with her ass jutting out.  In her very short yellow dress,
she looked absolutely delicious.  I knew it was going to be a
very passionate evening.

  Larry wanted Italian food that night, so we went to the nearest
Olive Garden.  The food was very good, and I was surprised to
find that I was really hungry.  We finished two bottles of
cabernet with the meal so we were all feeling good.

  On the drive home, Larry took the side streets to avoid being
picked up and charged with DUI.  Actually, he drove very
carefully, well below the posted speed limit, so we were quite
safe.

  Since he was doing the driving, Jean and I were in the back
seat.  Remembering how Larry had fucked my wife in the back seat
of our car earlier in the week, I took similar advantage of his
wife this time.

  I had anticipated that Jean would be reluctant to do much with
her husband sitting in the front seat and able to see her
reflection in his rear view mirror, I was quite wrong.  As soon
as I pulled Jean close to kiss her, I felt her tongue forcing its
way into my mouth.  At the same time, she yanked her dress up
around her hips.

  It was late, and the back seat was in almost total darkness on
the side streets.  Consequently, I couldn't see what Jean was
wearing under her dress, but when I moved my hand to the junction
of her thighs, I found out... nothing!  She was naked under her
dress.  My other hand cupped her breast and discovered she wasn't
wearing a bra either.

  Her tongue was fucking my mouth rapidly now.  At the same time,
her hands were working at my pants.  It didn't take her more than
a few seconds to get them open.  Wrapping her arms around my
neck, she fell backwards onto the seat pulling me on top of her
body as she fell.  She only whispered two words:  "Fuck me."

  I moved my hips between her thighs.  Instantly her legs rose
high above my back.  I glanced up and saw that she had her heels
pressed into the ceiling of the car.

  There was no way Larry could miss these actions.  There was
more than enough light for him to see his wife's legs up in the
air and the fact that her legs were the only part of her body he
could see in his rear view mirror.  "Gordon, are you fucking my
wife?"

  Jean answered for me.  "Not yet, but soon, Honey... soon," she
moaned.

  "Can't you wait until we get home?"

  "No!  I can't wait.  I'm hot.  I need it NOW!"

  "SHIT!"

  "AAAHHHH.... I'm putting his cock into my cunt right now,
Honey!  OOooohhhh... it's going innnnnn, Larry. 
AAAAaaaaaaaahhhh..."

  "We agreed.  Sex only when I'm home and in our bedrooms," he
protested.

  "OOOohhhhhhhhh FUCK!  All 8 inches are in me, Larry.  OOHH..
Gordon's starting to fuck me, Honey...  Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ohhhh Baby... I'm getting it!"

  "But our rules, Jean.  We agreed."

  "Shut up about those stupid rules, Larry!  Ohh DAMN!  Your wife
is being fucked, Honey.  Stop the car and turn around watch your
hot slutty wife getting fucked. AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!
AH! AH!  Ooohh god... that big dick... that big, huge hard
cock...  gonna make me cummmmmmmmmmmm..."

  Jean had two orgasms before Larry reached his driveway.  About
a minute before, I had shot my first load of the night into his
wife's throbbing cunt hole.

  As I got out of the car, I was just zipping up my pants.  The
porch and yard lights were all on, and they fully illuminated the
entire area.  While I had gotten myself presentable when I
climbed from the back seat of the car, Jean got out naked having
left her dress in the back seat.  She walked over to the bright
gas light in their yard, cupped her tits, moved against the pole
and did a pole dance for the benefit of anyone watching.  There
was more than enough light for us to see her cum and mine
streaming down her thighs as she humped against the pole.

  "Are you crazy!" Larry screamed.  "Have you lost your mind?"

  "No!" Jean screamed right back at him.  "But I have lost all
the stupid inhibitions you've dumped on my head."

  Frantically, Larry ran back to the car to get his wife's
clothes.  All he could find was her dress.  "Where are your
panties and bra?" he called.

  "Where they usually are... in my dresser drawers," she yelled
back while continuing to fuck her pussy against the lamp pole.

  As we were entering their house, Jean, who was still naked,
called over her shoulder to her husband as her ass undulated down
the hallway toward the master bedroom:  "Larry, we'll leave our
door open tonight so you can check on us any time you want.  Come
on, Gordon.  I want that huge of cock of yours back in me.  Can
we do anal sex tonight?"

  Larry was too stunned to speak.

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

  "Ah! Ah! Ah! OOouuuuuu... that's so good, Honey.  Suck my
nipples while I fuck my pussy on your big cock," Jean moaned as
her hips thumped up and down.  She was mounted on me, her tits
hanging down toward my mouth, as she drove her cum-filled,
gushing vagina up and down the length of prick.  Each time her
hips rose, 7 inches of cock would exit her pulsing channel,
leaving only the throbbing head still inside her.  Those seven
inches would only stay out a fraction of a second before they
were once more engulfed by the hungry maw of her cunt.

  I was lying on my back in the middle of bed, my hands busy
caressing and squeezing Jean's large, swinging tits.  I was
working on my third orgasm.  I had no idea how many times Jean
had climaxed.  She was cumming so frequently, it was impossible
to keep track, even if I wanted to.

  Some motion in the open doorway caught my attention.  I glanced
over and saw Larry and Paula watching as Jean rode me and worked
her clit against my arch on each downward trip.  My wife was
behind Larry with her arms about his hips, one hand cupping his
balls, the other jacking his hard cock as he watched his wife.

  She urged him to move closer.  By listening carefully, I could
hear her whispering in his ear:  "Look how Gordon's big cock is
stretching your wife's cunt, Larry... just look at the size of
her hole.   Isn't that just incredibly erotic?  And look how much
cock she's taking."

  Larry could hardly speak.  "Jezzzz... how big is he?"

  "Eight inches and incredibly thick...  listen to your wife
groan and gasp every time she takes that monster up her cunt. 
Look!  Oh look!!  see how she's taking all of it every time she
slams her ass down on his cock spike...  see how my husband is
driving it into her cervix... hard... deep... fast.  Listen to
you wife cum, Baby... just listen to her."

  "I'm about to cum," he groaned.

  "Don't waste it, Honey.  Let's go back to bed so I can ride
your hard dick.  Wouldn't you like to work on my big jugs as they
dangle and bounce in your face while I'm riding it?"

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

Thursday - The Sixth Day:

  Thursday night would be our last evening with Jean and Larry as
we needed to be on the road the next day for the long drive home.


  As soon as Larry had left for work, Jean told my wife that she
wanted to go back to the Best Western again before Larry came
home from work.

  "Ok, but I really don't want to make Gordon sit home all day by
himself.  He had to do that yesterday.  We had a great time, but
he didn't."

  I volunteered a solution.  "How about the three of us go?  I
can sit at the bar and watch.  I won't let on that I know either
one of you.  What do you think?"

  Jean was stunned.  "You mean you'd be Ok watching Paula and I?
You wouldn't get mad or jealous?  Larry would go nuts."

  "I'm not Larry, or haven't you noticed that over the last few
days?"

  An hour later, I was driving the three of us to the Best
Western hotel.

  Although the place was crowded, due to the early hour, the
lounge was relatively empty.  The bartender and four other men
were the only patrons.  The smile that magically appeared on the
bartender's face gave away the fact that he recognized them from
the previous day.  He was obviously delighted to see Paula and
Jean again.

  Ten minutes later, one reason the bartender was so pleased
became very evident... the four patrons in the bar had quickly
increased to a dozen with still more young baseball players,
their coaches, and other male hotel guests steadily appearing. 
The younger ball players, generally 17 to 20, generally didn't
have the experience, confidence, or finesse to know how to
approach Paula or Jean.  Instead, they just sat nearby watching,
nursing their erections, wishing they could get into to the
beautiful women.

  On the other hand, many of their more experienced coaches and
the business men present knew what to do.  Within fifteen
minutes, there were four men sitting at the table chatting and
flirting with Jean and my wife.  The two lucky ones sitting
beside them had their hands under the table.  While I couldn't
see what they were doing, I could see their arms moving and
occasionally one of the women would briefly close her eyes and
lick her lips.

  Seeing that the young ball players didn't know how to proceed,
Paula gave them some help.  Excusing herself, she walked over to
the bartender, hips swinging, and spoke to him.  He smiled, and a
moment later, the bar's sound system was sending some slow dance
music throughout the area.  After thanking the bartender with a
big smile, she went over to one the tables where four young men
were sitting and asked one, who appeared to be about 18, if he
would like to dance with her.

  Although he was somewhat embarrassed, as was evident from his
blushing face, he wasn't stupid.  He rose, and my wife quickly
led him to the small dance floor.  The man sitting beside Jean
wasn't stupid either.  Soon, the two couples were moving slowly
and sensuously around the small floor.

  Naturally, I was most interested in my wife.  For a short time,
she allowed her young partner to hold her body a few inches from
his.  Once she felt he was over his embarrassment, she moved
closer, putting her arms around his neck and pressing her 36DD
breasts against his chest.  If he wasn't hard before, that action
certainly stiffened his member.

  As they moved closer to me, I heard Paula moan softly in his
ear.  "MMmmmmmmm... that feels good."

  As I said, he wasn't stupid.  His arms circled my wife and
dropped lower onto her hips.  She put up no resistance when he
pulled her belly hard against his erection.

  The well-built man dancing with Jean appeared to be about 30. 
His body suggested he was an athlete, probably a coach.  He
didn't need any help from Jean to know what to do with a hot
woman.  He had her body crushed against his.  Their feet were
hardly moving to the music, but their bodies were.  Jean was
undulating against him as he pressed his erection against her
mound.

  Over the next 30 minutes, the women each danced with several of
the older men and the younger baseball players.  To get myself
integrated into the group, I also took a turn on the dance floor
with Paula.

  "What's happening other than what's obvious?" I asked as we
danced.

  With her head on my shoulder, her pussy pressing against my
hard cock, Paula whispered in my ear, "Carl has asked us to come
up to his room.  I think he's one of the coaches."

  "Are you going to go?"

  "I'm leaving it up to Jean.  If she wants to go, I'll go.  Will
you come with us?"

  "Do you want me to or would you rather I just wait for you?"

  "You know what I want.  I want you with me."

  "How many this time?"

  "There were eight yesterday.  Maybe six today.  Depends on how
much confidence and courage they have."

  A short time later, Paula and Jean allowed a couple of the men
to escort them to the elevator.  I and four other men followed. 
The group was evenly divided, three older males and three young
ball players, plus me.

  As the elevator rose to the 10th floor, three pairs of hands
rose under the women's short skirts.  I estimated that by the
time the elevator was halfway to its destination, the six hands
had already reached theirs.  The women's hips were grinding and
undulating in response to whatever was happening under their
skirts.

  Carl's room had two double beds, a small kitchenette, two
couches, a chair, and a bathroom.  I took a seat in the large
lounge chair and watched as the six men made short work of
Paula's and Jean's dresses and bras.  With six hands working on
each of them, they were down to their thongs very quickly.

  One of the older men had my wife sitting on a couch sucking her
nipples while his hand roamed over her mound and pussy.  As his
fingers moved over her slit and clitoris, there was no way she
could keep her hips from thrusting against his hand.

  The black-haired man spoke to her:  "Raise your hot ass, Honey,
so I can get these panties off."

  Paula arched her hips and two men quickly got her naked.  A
moment later, they pushed her onto her back on the couch.  She
spread wide for them, one leg up on the back of the couch, the
other out to the side.  The black-haired guy moved his head into
her sex saddle, and a moment later, his lips covered her cunt. 
Paula's shrill squeal of pleasure let me know the moment his
tongue found her clitoris.

  One of the young ball players had Larry's wife spread out on
the other couch.  He didn't waste time pulling off her thong. 
Instead, he just pulled it to one side, mashed his head between
her gaping thighs, and began giving her what Larry never would, a
hot, male tongue on her engorged clitoris.  Her wail of feminine
delight mixed with my wife's squeals as both of their clits
throbbed under male tongues.

  As hot as they were, both women were gasping in orgasm within a
couple of minutes.  The men played musical chairs... or more
aptly, musical cunts... between Paula and Jean's thighs.  As soon
as one of the women would cum, her lover would move away to give
another man a chance to lick her throbbing cunt.  After 15
minutes or so of this treatment, both women were begging the men
to allow them to rest.  Both couches were soaked with their
squirting juices, and whenever a man would move from between a
pair of thighs, I could see the swollen, soaked and throbbing
pussy of their owner.

  Finally, Jean moaned, "Oh god... Fuck Us!  We need cock!"

  The guy working on my wife at the time asked her, "How about
you, Baby?  You ready for cock too?"

  "Yessssssssss...  FUCK ME, YOU HOT BASTARD.  GIVE IT TO ME!"

  The young guy working on Jean rose, one foot on the floor, his
knee on the couch, yanked Jean's legs up in the air and spread
her wide open.  She thrust her pussy up in invitation.  A moment
later, the guy's cock accepted the invitation and filled her
cunt.

  "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... YESSSSSSSSSSS... LIKE THAT!  LIKE
THAT!  FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

  He did.

  On the other couch, my wife was lying on her back jacking off
one guy while another held her bent leg up and drove his cock in
and out of her gaping pussy.  His grunts of male satisfaction
alternated with her female moans of pleasure each time the big
cock fucked all the way into her upraised, open pussy.

  One of the men yelled, "Here it cums, Bitch!  Take my big
load!"

  Jean screamed, "YESSSSSSSSSS... GIVE IT TO ME... CUM IN
MEEEEEEE... AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! OOohhhh... it's shooting into
meeeeeeeee..."

  The intense sex orgy continued for over an hour.  The men
continued to fuck and shoot into the women until, one-by-one,
their sex guns were empty, and they would dress and leave.  The
younger men had more ammunition, so finally, only the three of
them remained.  One was buried inside Jean's cunt while my wife
was riding another.

  In the end, only two cocks were still hard.  Both women were
riding them reverse cowgirl style so I had a wonderful view of
the connection between cocks and cunts.  The ball players were
both grunting as Jean and Paula hammered themselves up and down
on their cocks.

  "Mine's about to cum!" shouted Jean.

  "Tell him to hold it... till mine's ready to shoot!"

  Jean slowed the motion of her hips to give Paula's guy a chance
to catch up.  After a couple of minutes:  "He's ready, Jean.  His
cock is swelling and jerking... he's gonna cum... pump your guy.
Make him cum now!"

  Then together... "AAHHHHHHHHH...  He's cumming!  Mine too! 
Ooohhh..."   Both cocks erupted at almost the same time filling
the pussies of both women.  For Jean, it was her ninth load.  My
wife had taken 10.

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  That night, Larry just couldn't understand why neither of our
wives was particularly interested in more sex.  Jean and I just
cuddled up in bed and were soon asleep.

  Sometime after midnight, I heard Paula groaning as Larry fucked
her.  Obviously, she had felt bad about denying him sex on our
last night there.

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  On the drive home the next day, I asked Paula what she thought
about our week with Jean and Larry.

  "It was very hot... erotic.  Jean's never going to be the same
again, that's for certain.  Larry had better learn to give head
and cut out all his macho bullshit or Jean's going to find other
lovers."

  We drove on in silence for awhile.  Then, Paula asked me,
"After you found out that Larry had lied about Jean and you had
to go without sex for two days, you told me that you had a plan.
What was it?  Did it work?"

  "Sure it worked.  By the end of the week, Jean was as fiery hot
as you.  I was fucking her continuously; I took her anal cherry;
Larry's rules went down the tube, and he got to listen to his
wife screaming in sexual pleasure like he hasn't ever been able
to give her.

  "Larry, on the other hand, now has a wife he can't handle.
She's tasted how exciting it is to be screwed by several men, so
she now expects a high level of performance from her lovers.
After Larry fails to satisfy her a few times, he's going to feel
more and more inadequate.  He may even become impotent.  I think
that's a very appropriate punishment for his duplicity."

  Ten minutes later, Paula gave me one of her patented devilish
grins and commented, "You know, Honey, when you get pissed off,
you can really be one mean bastard."

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