Sexy Alice Ann and Hot Paula

  by RLM

  It was late spring when I told Paula that I had to go to Dallas
on a business trip.  One of my friends from college, Roy Pateman,
had contacted our firm about installing a complete line of
computer and communication equipment in their offices, and I
needed to see the complex and discuss what their needs were
before we could submit an appropriate bid on the project.

  "So your plan is to head to Dallas while I stay home by myself
waiting patiently for your triumphant return?", Paula questioned.

  "Judging from the tone of your voice, I don't think that would
be a good plan.  Would you like to come with me?  We could make
it a mini vacation."

  "I would love to!  And thank you for asking.  Is Roy married or
is he a swinging batchelor?"

  "He told me that he got married several years ago.  His wife's
name is Alice Ann."

  "And is she drop dead gorgeous?"

  "I don't know.  Never seen her, but Roy refers to her as "Sexy"
Alice Ann."

  "I think I've made a very good decision deciding to go with
you", my wife smiled.  "What's the plan?"

  "We'll drive down on Friday.  Get a room in the Marriott on
Mockingbird Lane, and then meet Roy and Sexy Alice Ann for
dinner.  On Saturday, you'll be on your own for a bit while I
look over the complex, get blueprints, and a run down on what
they would like the system to do for them.  Saturday night, Roy
and Alice will have a party at their place for us. That sound
ok?"

  "Sounds like it will be a very exciting evening.  Who's going
to be at the party?  Anyone we know?"

  "Probably not.  Roy is the only one I know who works with their
firm.  He said it would be some key personnel and a few of their
good friends."

  Paula smiled somewhat devilishly.  That smile always intrigued
me.  I never knew quite what it meant.  Usually, it meant that
there was more interesting information that I didn't know.

  "Well, we've met some very interesting people in the Dallas 
area as I'm sure you recall.  Any chance any of them will be at
the party?"

  "I have no idea.  Roy's phone number is in our contact list on
the computer.  Give him a call if you like."


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  Later the next day I did decide to call Roy's number.  It
turned out that the number was for his home, so, the voice I
heard on the phone was female.

  "Hello."

  "Hi.  We haven't met yet, but I'm Paula, Gordon's wife.  Your
husband has asked Gordon's firm to install computer and
communication equipment in their offices, and he's invited us
down this coming weekend so my husband can look over the office
complex.  Gordon has invited me to go with him, and I just wanted
to call, introduce myself, and see if that's ok with you."

  "Oh absolutely!  I'm delighted that you will be coming.  I tend
to get bored at these business parties.  I'm Alice Ann, Roy's
wife."

  "I guessed as much.  Gordon told me that Roy had gotten married
a few years ago to a gorgeous woman."

  "Well, Roy exaggerates a lot.  What else did he tell you?"

  "Well", I laughed softly and said, "he told me Roy calls you
"Sexy" Alice Ann."

  "I suspected as much.  He won't stop telling people that no
matter how many times I warm him.  So, you know a little about
me.  How about you and Gordon?"

  "Not much to tell.  We're in our mid-30s.  Gordon is a
well-educated, attractive, masculine guy.  I'm a blonde, fair
face, nice figure.  Have a degree in business.  If you give me
your email address, I'll send a couple of recent photos of us and
you can reciprocate with some of the two of you."

  An hour later, I was sitting at the computer scanning the
photos we had stored to select a few to send to Sexy Alice Ann. 
I was very curious to see what she looked like to merit such a
nickname.  Most of the photos we had were too revealing to send.
In the end, I sent one of Gordon that was taken at an outdoor
party we had attended.  Gordon was shown wearing a tight,
short-sleeve sweater that showed off his broad muscular chest
very nicely.  In addition, he wore a pair of tight jeans, which,
if Sexy Alice Ann looked closely, showed the outline of his
well-endowed manhood.  I selected one of me dressed in a
conservative knee-length attractive dress, heels, and stockings.

  I was about to send the two photos when I began thinking about
SEXY Alice Ann.  I couldn't get my mind off "sexy".  On impulse,
I picked out a second photo of myself in which I was wearing
short shorts, a halter, and heels.  When I clicked "send", a
short note of thanks along with the three photos were on their
way to Roy and Alice Ann.

  Later that afternoon, I received the reply from Alice Ann.

  "OMG..  you look fantastic!  I'm going to have to keep Roy on a
leash.  Have attached some pics of us.  See you on Friday.  Alice
Ann."

  The attached photos showed that Roy and "Sexy" Alice Ann were
in their mid-30s.  They were a very attractive couple,
particularly Roy.  He looked to be about 6' 1" or so, maybe 185
lbs, a clean-shaven, ruggedly handsome sort of guy.  His photo
made him appear very masculine, confident, virile, exactly the
sort of man who excites me.  There were two photos of Alice Ann.
One showed her wading in a shallow pool wearing a string bikini
that showed almost all of her large breasts.  She as facing the
camera so I couldn't really tell much about her ass.  In the
second photo, she was fully dressed in a very attractive outfit.
It was clear why Roy called his wife Sexy Alice Ann.

  When Gordon came home that evening, I told him about my
conversation with Alice Ann and showed him the photos they sent.

  "From Alice Ann's comment, you must have sent some rather sexy
photos of yourself.  What did you send?"

  "Just some photos we took at that outdoor party last year and
one of me in shorts and a halter."

  "I know the one you're talking about.  That ought to get Roy's
attention.  Maybe even take his mind off of Sexy Alice Ann."

  "You seem really taken by Roy's wife and those big tits she's
showing in her photo.  But would you be as interested if her name
was just Alice Ann instead of "Sexy" Alice Ann?"

  "Of course I would.  I pay no attention to that sort of thing",
I responded.

  I got a one word response: "Bullshit!"

  "Well, I better call Roy and make some arrangements as to how
we're going to meet them."

  The phone rang three times before Roy answered.  "Hi", I said.
"It's Gordon.  Just calling to check about the arrangements for
this coming weekend.  Paula spoke with Alice Ann today and they
exchanged some photos."

  "Oh hell, yes!  I know they did.  I have to tell you that Paula
looks terrific in those short shorts and halter.", came the
reply.  "Alice also really liked your photo."

  "Well, thank her for me.  We'll be arriving in Dallas Friday
afternoon.  I have reservations at the Marriott Inn on
Mockingbird Lane.  Would you and Alice like to meet us there
around 7 PM for dinner and maybe some drinks later?"

  After checking with Alice Ann, Roy returned to phone and said,
"That sounds great to us.  See you at 7 PM in the lobby."

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  That weekend, we were on the highway on our way to Dallas.  We
had packed a couple of bags for the weekend.  Naturally, Paula
took twice as much as she needed.

  "I'm not sure what everyone will be wearing to the party
Saturday night.  I want to be prepared."

  "My guess is that you're going to be the hottest woman at the
party."

  "Maybe.  But then Sexy Alice Ann looked hot in that string
bikini she was wearing in her photo.  How about we start calling
me 'Hot Paula", or something like that?"

  After four hours of driving, we stopped just across the Texas
border to get a light lunch.  Pulling into the parking lot, I
said, "Come on Hot Paula.  Time to get some food."

  My wife gave me a dirty look but didn't say anything.  When the
young waitress was taking our orders, I pressed my luck.  "I'll
have the bacon burger with fries, and Hot Paula would like the
oriental salad."  The waitress giggled.

  When she had left the table, Paula said, "One more time, my
Darling Husband, and you're going to regret it."

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  Another two and half hours of driving found us in Dallas at the
Marriott.  Our second floor room was ready for us when we
arrived.  When we reached the door, it was ajar, which seemed
odd.  Once inside, I called the manager and asked if the room was
ready as the door was ajar.  He checked and replied that it had
been cleaned and was ready for us.  "The maid must have forgotten
to close the door when she left.  We're very sorry about that. 
Is there a problem?"

  "Not at all.  Every thing appears to be fine.  Thank you." I
didn't inquire further, and, as things developed, that turned out
to be a significant oversight on my part.

  It was 5 PM so we had two hours before our meeting with Roy and
Alice Ann.  I took a nap while Paula busied herself in the
bathroom getting ready for our evening.  Around 6 PM, I showered,
shaved, and dressed in a causal shirt and slacks.

  When I saw Paula, it was obvious that she had chosen to wear
something hot so as not to be overshadowed by Alice.  Her
attractive dress was tight on top, but loose fitting below the
waist.  A lot of her tits and deep cleavage were on display above
and a lot of leg below.  She was either wearing a demi-bra or
none at all.  The dress hem stopped three inches above her knees,
but when the side split fell away, her thigh was exposed almost
to her hip.  She wore four-inch heels and thigh-high stockings,
as was obvious whenever the dress fell away from her thigh.  With
red lip gloss, blue eye shadow, a necklace, a dinner ring plus
her wedding rings, I was certain that Roy would be pleased.

  Promptly at 7 PM our phone rang.  It was Roy in the lobby.  I
told him we were on our way down.  When we met, everyone seemed
to be very pleased with what they saw.  Sexy Alice Ann was every
thing her name and photos suggested.  Her 34D tits looked
fantastic on her small 5'4", 120 lbs frame.  The V-neck of her
sweater showed them off as much as Paula's dress did hers.  She
had a small waist that flared out into a full, bubble ass.  Her
skirt was no more than two inches below her ass cheeks.  She wore
sandals with 4-inch heels.  The fact that she was barelegged made
her look incredibly hot.  I wondered if she wore any panties.

  Paula looked Roy over, then glanced at me and winked.  He had
the look of a real stud.  His photo didn't do him justice.  In
fact, he reminded me of a mixture of Tom Selleck and Tom Cruise.
Devilishly virile and masculine and incredibly handsome, just the
way my wife liked her men.  Medium-length hair, dark brown eyes,
bushy eyebrows, and dark complexion, again just as my wife liked.
 He was about 6' or so, 185 lbs maybe, narrow waist and tight
ass.  He was wearing a pair of jeans that fit like a glove
outlining what appeared to be a very good-sized cock inside.  It
was so perfectly outlined, I doubted that he wore any shorts.

  Roy was clearly wild over Paula.  He couldn't take his eyes off
her half-exposed, bulging tits, the swell of her ass, and her
sexy legs that were exposed to the hip every time she moved
quickly.  I knew that, just like me, he was wondering if my wife
was wearing panties.

  Alice Ann also seemed pleased with me, but since I couldn't
read her mind, I wasn't sure.

  We had dinner in a nice restaurant.  The food was very good and
the atmosphere relaxed.  Roy sat beside Paula while Alice and I
occupied the opposite side of the booth.  Halfway through dinner,
I noticed that Roy had one of his hands out of sight under the
table.  Of course, it could have been totally innocent since I
couldn't see where his hand was.  But he was so taken with Paula,
I thought there was a good possibility that he had his hand on
her.

  I watched Paula carefully.  At first, she gave no indication
that anything at all was happening under the table.  She
continued to listen to Alice Ann when she spoke, and to me when I
made a comment.  In between, she ate and occasionally commented
on how good the food was.  After ten minutes or so, I had just
about concluded that Roy simply had his hand in his lap, nothing
more.

  I went back to working on my own meal until I saw Roy's arm
move ever so slightly.  At the same moment, Paula's forkful of
food stopped halfway to her mouth and her eyes closed for a
moment, but only for a brief moment.  Then, the food continued to
her mouth.  As far as I could tell, Alice Ann was oblivious of
what might be happening under the table.


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  An hour later, we were at "Benny's", a club that Roy and Alice
liked.  It had a live band, booths, tables, a game room with
darts and a pool table.  They place was crowded, mainly with
couples and singles in their 20's with a few in their 30's.  We
saw only two couples that appeared to be older than us.

  I had danced with Alice Ann several times.  On the fast
numbers, she was shaking her breasts so much that I thought they
might come out of her sweater.  Her ass gyrated wildly and
several times would pull high on her ass to reveal her brief
bikini panties.  On the slow numbers, she plastered herself
against my body, crushing her big tits into my chest and grinding
her mound against my erection.

  As we danced, I could see Roy and Paula moving about the dance
floor, but as far as I could tell, nothing inappropriate was
happening.  The dance floor was crowded, and eventually, I lost
sight of Roy and my wife.  When Alice Ann and I returned to our
table, Roy and Paula were no where to be seen.  "Do you think
they left?", I asked.

  "Oh no.  No way.  Roy enjoys pool.  They're probably in there
playing pool, darts, or one of the video games."

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  I knew that I had had too much to drink.  I was also still
partially in shock over what I had allowed Roy to do when we were
having dinner.  When he had first put his hand on my leg, just
above my knee, the sheer audacity of the act coupled with his
aura of masculinity made my pulse race.  His hand felt good on my
leg and excited me, so I gave him no indication that he should
stop.

  Naturally, he took my inaction as permission to go further, and
he slowly did exactly that.  Halfway through the meal, his hand
was under my dress and almost to the tops of my stockings where
it was slowly stroking and caressing my thigh.  By this time, my
pulse was racing and I couldn't muster the resolve to stop him. 
Also, I didn't want to make a scene and perhaps jeopardize
Gordon's business deal with Roy.

  From time to time, I would glance at Gordon to see if he was
aware of what was happening, but, as far as I could tell, he
didn't have a clue.  The same seemed to be true for Alice Ann. 
Even though Roy's hand was driving me wild, I had managed to
continue to eat and talk as if nothing in the world other than
dinner was occurring.  But when his fingers touched my
panty-covered pussy and gently flicked my erect clitoris, I
couldn't suppress my reaction completely.  I had regained control
very quickly, however, and Gordon still seemed unaware of what
was occurring.  I was thankful when the meal ended because I was
reaching the limit of my control.

  We hadn't been at Benny's long before Roy asked me to dance.  I
liked to dance and couldn't think of any reasonable excuse to say
no.  Besides, I really didn't want to say "no".  The dance floor
was crowded and the lights were low, making it difficult to see
much more than shadowy figures.

  Roy took me into his arms.  At first, I had my hand in his hand
and my other hand on his shoulder in the customary fashion.  As
he danced, he pulled me closer.  His smile was dazzling and the
sheer force of virile masculinity thrilled me.  He was easily the
sexiest, and most handsome man I had ever actually seen.  Before
I realized it, I found my arms around Roy's neck and my head
against his shoulder.  His hand had released mine and now rested
on my hip.

  He whispered in my ear:  "You are amazing, just incredibly
beautiful and sensuous.  I can't even begin to tell you how hard
I was at the dinner table.  Just feeling your legs and thighs had
me more excited than I have been in a long time."

  He pulled me closer.  My face pressed into his neck.  "And then
when I felt the moisture and heat of your sex and the softness of
your thighs pressing on my hand, I wanted to ravish you right
there at the table."

  His words were sending erotic shivers of pleasure up and down
my spine.  I could feel the moisture wetting my inner thighs.  I
pressed my body closer to Roy and felt him tightening his hold on
my waist.  I also felt his lengthening penis pressing against my
belly, throbbing, over and over.  He didn't even pretend to try
to hide that fact.  "Do you like feeling my hard on pressing
against your belly, Paula?"

  "It feels delicious", I whispered in his ear.

    "Can you tell just how hard it is?"

  "It feels like a steel shaft against me."

  "It is.  It's so hard that it hurts.  Do you like making me
hurt like that?"

  "Ohhhh..yess", I moaned, grinding my belly against his erection
as I said it.

  He moved me slowly around the floor, never ceasing to thrust
his organ against me.  When I looked at him, he took the
opportunity to kiss me, softly at first and then much harder, his
tongue moving into my mouth to caress my own.  When he broke the
kiss, his eyes moved to my cleavage.  "You have incredible tits.
Why do you bother to wear a bra.  I can see how firm they are. 
You don't need a bra."

  The dance lasted for another minute or two with Roy continuing
to thrust his raging hard on against my belly.  I knew I should
stop, but I couldn't.  This man was just overpowering.  Then he
whispered in my ear:  "I've got to have you!  I must have you! 
And I'm going to have you!"

  If there was ever a chance that I would be able to stop him, it
ended right then and there when I heard those words.  My vagina
literally began to throb and pulse, my sexual secretions totally
soaking my panties.  I put up no resistance when his hands each
gripped a buttock and massaged them.  I raised my head up off his
shoulder to say something.  I never got the words out because his
lips sealed mine shut with another passionate kiss.

  This time Roy's tongue moved inside my mouth as I parted my
lips for him.  At the same time, he moved his fingertips over my
bottom cheeks and between my thighs.  I was helpless.  My feet
spread on the floor, opening my legs to his caress.  Immediately,
I felt his fingers begin to massage my vagina through my dress
and panties.

  Even as my hips began to undulate under his probing fingers, I
managed to gasp, "We've got to stop.  Your wife and my husband
are here.  They're going to see us.  We can't do it right here on
the dance floor."

  Roy took my hand and led me from the dance floor, into the game
room where a game of pool was in progress.  From there, he took
me through a small hallway into the manager's office.  "The
manager is a good friend of mine.  We won't be disturbed."

  Once we were inside, he took me in his arms again, kissed me,
as his hands moved under my dress massaging the front of my
panties and my moist vagina. I made no effort to protest, but
just continued to grind my lips against his and thrust my pussy
against his probing hand.

  There was a large couch against the side wall of the office.  I
briefly wondered how many woman had been fucked on it.  I knew I
was to be the next.  Roy never took his lips from mine or his
fingers from my excited vagina as he moved me backwards toward
the couch.

  A moment later he had me on the couch with my legs wide open. 
Roy was lying between my legs, his mouth still on mine, his
tongue buried deep within my mouth caressing my tongue in
circular motions.  His hands worked on my breasts and pinched my
nipples through the dress.  All the while his big hard cock was
crushed against my excited, panty-covered pussy.

  Roy unbuttoned the front of my dress and opened it. The small
demi-bra I wore provided no protection, and he quickly opened the
hook and pulled it from my body.  He removed his lips from mine
and moved to my newly exposed tits where his lips captured one of
my nipples.  The electric sensations shot through my body making
my vagina throb.  All I could do was lie on the couch under this
virile, handsome stud and moan as he sucked my nipples and rubbed
his stone-hard cock against my crotch.

  Roy knew he had me, and I knew it too.  I was helpless under
his virile masculinity.  He pulled the hem of my dress up past my
waist and slipped his hand under the waistband of my panties. His
fingers moved down over my shaven vaginal lips and dipped into
the moist cleft to rub my erect clitoris.  I came almost
instantly, a hard explosive orgasm that sent wave after wave of
delight throughout my body until it centered in my cunt and
produced a series of hard contractions.

  There was no way I even wanted to stop him when he pulled my
panties down my legs and off my heels.  He rose from the couch
and removed his pants and briefs to release his throbbing sex
gun.  It stood straight up, throbbing, precum coating the head, a
thick, 8- inch weapon I couldn't wait to have inside me.

  Again, Roy mounted me and pressed his hips deep into my sex
saddle.  I felt the head of his cock as it pressed against my wet
pussy lips.  Looking down, I saw that he had his stiff dick lined
up with my vagina.  I waited with my legs wide open and lifted. 
It sank in a couple of inches, and a deep moan escaped my lips. 
Roy smiled with male satisfaction when he heard the sound of a
woman receiving intense pleasure as she is penetrated.  He pushed
more cock into me, and it felt wickedly delicious as it filled
me.  I wrapped my nylon stocking covered legs around Roy's waist
as his pubic bone hit my stiff clitoris.

  "Ohhhhhh god... that's so damn good!  Fuck me, Roy.  Fuck me
hard!", I gasped in the midst of intense pleasure.

  Roy continued to squeeze and suck my tits as his long hard dick
stroked in and out of my quivering belly.  His pelvic bone bumped
my engorged clit each time he drove his cock into my pussy. 
After a dozen strokes, I came again.

  He screwed me harder and harder, faster and faster, until his
hips became a blur of motion as he rammed his throbbing, pulsing
sex weapon in and out of my sex hole.  My vagina contracted and
pulsed again and again around his plunging shaft.  I had another
orgasm moments before he slammed his cock all the way into me,
held it place, and shot his semen deep inside my belly.

  I lay panting on the couch with Roy still between my legs.  His
cock was still semihard inside me and I thought he might decide
to fuck me again.  His huge load was slowly seeping out between
his cock and my lips to run in a steady stream down the crack of
my upturned ass.

  Roy said, "That was fantastic!  I can't wait to do you again
tomorrow at the party.  You're the most beautiful, hottest woman
I've ever had."

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  When Roy and I walked out of the game room ten minutes later,
we found Gordon and Alice in our booth waiting for us.

  "Where were you", my husband asked.

  "Roy was showing me the game room.  We played some darts and
then went outside for some air.  The club is very stuffy.  Have
you two been having fun?"

  "We danced some, had another drink", Alice Ann commented. 
"It's getting late.  We ought to get you back to your hotel."

  "That's probably a good idea.  When will you be picking me up
in the morning, Roy?  I need a very thorough tour of your
facilities and complete breakdown of what your needs are in the
way of computers and communications."

  "I'll pick you up at 10 AM in the morning.  That should give
you time to dress and have some breakfast.  I'll see you in the
Marriott lobby again."

  "I'll come with him, Paula, and the two of us can do some
shopping and enjoy some girl talk while the men work to make
money for us to spend."

  On the way back to the car, the men walked ahead of Alice Ann
and I.

  "Did you enjoy the dart game with Roy", Alice Ann asked me.

  "Oh yes.  I'm not very good at darts, but it was fun."

  "He's very good at darts.  In fact, I've found that his dart
hits the center hole almost every time.  Didn't you find that to
be the case?"

  "Well, we didn't play very long.  I really couldn't tell how
good he is."

  "Really?  I'm surprised."

  "How was your evening with Gordon?"

  "It was fun.  He's a good dancer, and a very handsome, sexy
guy.  I enjoyed being with him..  but we didn't play darts or
pool so I didn't get to find out how good his aim is either."

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  When we got back to our hotel, we found that the lock to our
room was broken.  No matter what we did, the door would not
unlock, which was probably the reason it was ajar when we had
entered.  Apparently, it could be opened from the inside but not
with the key from the outside.  We called the night manager who
came up, tried to get the door open, but no success.  He said he
would call a locksmith.  My husband asked for another room.

  So there we stood.  Two sexually excited people stuck in the
hallway of the Marriott Inn ... Gordon with a raging erection and
me with a wet cunt whose aroma was easily detected.  The manager
returned, tried the door with a master key, but with no success.

  "It's looks to me like you people need another room", he leered
at me when he said it.

  "That's the understatement of the year", my husband remarked.

  He moved down the hallway and unlocked the door to another
room.  It had two double beds and was ready for occupancy.

  "Thanks", Gordon said.  "We appreciate your help.  But all our
luggage, toilet articles, clothes, etc. are locked in the other
room."

  "Don't worry.  As soon as the locksmith gets the room open,
he'll bring all your stuff to you."

  As soon as our hotel room door shut, Gordon was all over me.  I
was embarrassed because it was obvious that he had not had sex
with Alice Ann while I, on the other hand, had behaved like a
total slut with Roy.

  In just moments, he had my demi bra off and was sucking on my
nipples that were still swollen and red from the sex with Roy. 
My husband slipped my panties down my legs.  When he felt my
pussy, he said, "Wow.. you're really wet and hot tonight. 
Dancing with Roy must have gotten you hot."

  His fingers went to my clitoris and worked it as he kissed me.
He didn't stop until my hips surged upwards and I throbbed in an
intense orgasm on his probing fingers.  When my orgasm had ebbed,
I moved down his body and removed his pants and shorts.  His big
8-inch cock was standing at rigid attention, throbbing in lust. 
I took it both hands and licked the head with my tongue.  He
moaned as I took his entire length into my mouth and throat.  I
thought that he was going to cum down my throat, but he wanted my
cunt.

  I laid back on the bed, spread my legs wide open for my hot
husband.  Gordon moved between my thighs and sank his engorged
cock all the way into my soaked vagina on the first thrust.  I
grunted like a hot whore as I felt it stretching me open and
sliding into my depths.  God.. could this man fuck!  All these
years of marriage and I still love the feel of his huge, thick
sex gun entering my pussy.

  As the second hard cock of the evening slid into me, I was more
than ready to cum again.  My husband rammed me several times, and
my cunt contracted hard around his surging shaft as the orgasm
washed over me.  I squealed and my body bucked up and down on his
stiff cock.  Gordon rammed his cock in and out of my dripping
pussy until he had added his load to Roy's.  After that, we both
fell into a deep sleep.

  Around 1 AM, there was a knock on the door.  We both awoke,
each still naked.  Gordon got up, and asked who it was.

  "Locksmith.  I got your luggage and stuff here in the hallway.
Open up and I'll put it inside."

  "Just a moment", he said.  While he was putting on his pants,
he noticed that I was lying uncovered on the bed with my legs
wide open.  "He's going to bring our things inside.  You better
cover up."

  "You want me to cover up or just pretend to be asleep like
this?"

  As soon as I asked the question, I could see Gordon's pants
tenting as he cock got hard at my lewd suggestion.  "I think I'll
just go back to sleep, Darling."  I closed my eyes and moved my
thighs even further apart.

  Gordon opened the door, and the locksmith helped him carry our
stuff into the room.  When he was inside, even though the lights
were dimmed, he could easily see me lying naked on the bed fully
spread and exposed.

  They both stopped carrying in stuff and stood at the foot of
the bed looking at me.  "Damn!", the locksmith said.  "She's hot!
 Your wife?", he asked.

  "Yeah.  She had way too much to drink tonight, and if that
wasn't enough, I fucked her several times before letting her go
to sleep."

  "Wow.  Your wife is drop dead gorgeous even when she's drunk
and nearly unconscious.  I don't suppose that you would consider
letting me fuck her instead of tipping me for the late night
service would you?"

  "If you fuck her, she will wake up and I wouldn't be allowed in
bed with her for a month if not longer."

  "Yeah.  I understand.  It's just that it's been a long, long
time since I've seen a woman a sexy as she is.  Had to ask."

  "No offense taken.  I'm really in your debt for coming out so
late at night to get that room unlocked for us.  I'll tell you
what.  She won't wake up if you just get close to the bed and
jerk off on her.  If that interests you, go ahead."

  Gordon didn't have to ask the guy twice.  I opened my eyes just
enough to see him quickly opening his pants and getting his cock
out.  It was already hard as stone, average length, but thick. 
He moved closer to the bed so he could see my exposed tits and
the wet slit of my cunt and erect clitoris at the top.  I saw my
dirty husband giving him a smile and "thumbs up" sign.

  The locksmith got as close as he could to the bed, leaned down
close so he could see everything and began jerking his now hard,
engorged cock.  The situation was so erotic that he couldn't last
very long.  In less than two minutes, he groaned and began to cum
in long ropes that sprayed all over my body.  The first one
landed on my belly and trailed down across my clit and into my
slit.  The next gush creamed both of my tits.  The third coated
my belly, and the fourth hit my cheek and ran down onto my neck.
A few more dribbles fell on my mound, belly button, and more on
my tits.

  He zipped up, thanked my husband profusely and left.  I was
boiling hot again.

  "You miserable depraved Bastard.  Get on me.  I'm so hot I
can't stand it.  Don't you dare clean me off.  Just get on me so
his load gets all over you as well as me, and fuck me!"

  I nodded and got between my wife's thighs.  She lifted her
legs, bent her knees, and spread wide open for my cock.  I
aligned it with her cum-coated opening and sank all the way into
her on the first thrust.  Paula wrapped her legs around my hips
and locked me tightly to her body as I slid back and forth on her
cum-slickened body and screwed my prick into her waiting cunt. 
My hands slipped beneath her hips and pulled them upward until my
prick was fully embedded inside her sex hole.  On every stroke,
my cock would almost exit her body and then drive back inside
until my balls slapped against her ass.  She began to cum at the
same time I fired another load into her depths.

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

  The next day after we checked out of our hotel, Roy and Gordon
spent the entire day looking over the computer and communications
project at Roy's firm.  Alice Ann and I did some shopping at the
mall and then went to a lounge to have a drink before we went to
their home for the party that evening.

  We were sipping our drinks when Alice Ann asked, "You know I
got very excited dancing with Gordon last night at Benny's."

  "I'm glad.  He's a very good dancer and a nice looking man.  So
is Roy."

  "I have to tell you that Gordon could have fucked me last
night, but he didn't.  Frankly, I'm not used to that.  You have
an incredibly faithful husband, as well as a very talented, sexy
one."

  I blushed and didn't know what to say.  I had never had a woman
tell me that she had wanted to fuck my husband, that he had
refused, and that I was lucky to have such a man. In a moment,
she continued.

  "Did you have sex with Roy last night?  It's ok if you did. 
I'm just curious.  He doesn't usually let a gorgeous woman like
you escape without getting into her pussy."

  I blushed much, much harder now.  She saw it without any
problem.

  "There's no need to be embarrassed.  When you were gone for so
long, I was sure that Roy was fucking you.. probably in Martin's
office at the club.  He was fucking you wasn't he?"

  Finally I manage to whisper, "Yes.  We did it in the manager's
office.  I don't know what to say."

  "No need to say anything.  You just restored my faith in my
husband's ability to seduce beautiful women.  Did you enjoy it?"

  I shrugged and then smiled.  "I guess I would have to say yes I
did.  I had three intense orgasms."

  "Did you tell Gordon?"

  "No, I didn't tell him.  I probably will eventually, but after
we got back to the hotel last night, he was so wild to fuck me
that I knew he hadn't had sex with you, and I couldn't bring
myself to tell him right then."

  "Well, unless you object, I'm going to try to seduce Gordon
tonight at the party.  But I'll behave myself if it's going to a
problem for you."

  "I'm hardly in a position to object."

  "Ok.  Thanks.  That does make me feel better.  I guess I don't
have to tell you that Roy plans to do you again tonight.  He's
invited two other couples and some of the single employees.  So
be ready, girl."

  "I'm always ready, but thanks for the warning."

  "Speaking of being ready... do you happen to be showing a lot
of leg right now?"

  "Why?" I asked.

  "Because that young guy over there at the next table has been
staring at your legs for the last 10 minutes."

  "I've noticed him, but I don't think he's staring at me."

  "Let's find out.  Uncross your legs, leave them open for just a
bit, then recross them.  Don't look at him while you do it.  I'll
check out his reaction."

  "Ok.  I'm going to do it.  Now."

  I uncrossed my legs, leaned forward and took another sip of my
drink while leaving my legs open.  When I set the drink down, I
recrossed my legs in the opposite direction letting my dress
slide high on my thigh.  I looked at Alice Ann, a question on my
face.

  "His eyes almost popped out of his head when you had your legs
open.  He can't stop staring at your legs."

  "I don't mind if he looks.  Sort of exciting actually."

  "You know you could let him pick you up.  Interested?"

  "There no place for us to go.  Too awkward."

  "I guess that's true.  You'll just have to simmer until this
evening."

  We both laughed.

  Finally, Alice Ann said, "Let's head to our place so that we
both have time to get ready for the party and have a light dinner
before everyone arrives.

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

  Gordon and Roy returned to Roy's home shortly after Alice and I
had arrived.  Their home was spacious and beautiful, attesting to
the success of Roy's firm.  There were several guest bedrooms,
each with a private full bath, a game room complete with pool
table, video games, darts, and game tables, a library, computer
room, large dining room and kitchen, and a beautiful living room.
 Even the basement area was completely finished.  With a high
fidelity sound system and TV, it doubled as a recreation room and
dance floor for parties.  In the back, there was a large redwood
deck, a beautiful pool complete with dressing rooms.  The yard
was adorned with a wide variety of shrubs, flowers, and trees. 
It was completely surrounded by a redwood fence to ensure
privacy.

  Roy and Alice helped us get our luggage into one of the guest
bedrooms.  Afterwards, we sat in the den and chatted while
sipping a drink.

  "How about we go out for dinner", Gordon suggested.

  "Not necessary.  We're having the party catered tonight, we
asked the restaurant to provide dinner for the four of us.  It
will be here around 6 PM ... plenty of time for everyone to
shower and dress for the party, and then have a nice leisurely
dinner.

  After finishing our drinks, Gordon and I went up to our room. I
ended up spending so long in the bathroom, Gordon became
concerned.  "Are you all right?", I heard him ask at the closed
bathroom door.

  "I'm fine.  I'll be out in ten minutes or so and you can have
it."

  "What took you so long?", he asked when I emerged.

  "I took a long leisurely bath and cleaned myself thoroughly,
for tonight.  You still have plenty of time to shower and shave
for the party."

  For the party, I chose a wrap-around light blue skirt that just
barely made it to midthigh.  Under my tight, clinging nylon
blouse, I put on a demi-bra that pushed my large breasts up and
out without covering either nipple.  Both nipples were clearly
outlined by the thin blouse.  I removed a pair of matching
light-blue bikini panties from my suitcase, looked at Gordon, and
asked, "Think I should wear these panties or go without?  You
know they may not stay on very long in any case."

  "I'd wear them.  It's sexier that way and men love to take off
a woman's panties."

  "Good point, you sexy Man", I commented as I pulled the tiny
panties up around my hips.  After putting on a pair of thigh-high
stockings and four-inch heels, I was ready except for some
jewelry and make up.

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

  Around 8 PM, the other guests began to arrive.  Ross Garland,
the man who had assisted Gordon and Roy that afternoon, arrived
with his wife Darla.  She was somewhat overweight, but very
attractively dressed.  A bit later, Glenn and Tami Gabel opened
the door and entered without knocking.  Roy introduced them as
long-time friends of theirs.  Glenn looked like an athlete and
Tami was wearing a skin-tight, sheathe that revealed a lot of
cleavage and leg.  The caterer had already set up all the food,
and Roy brought up some really good wines from his "cellar",
which was really a storage compartment in the basement.

  By 10 PM, the single male employees, John, Kenny, Bret, and
Cole, had arrived.  I never did get their last names.  John,
Bret, and Cole were black; Kenny appeared to be Mexican.  Music
was playing in the basement, and drinks and wine were flowing.  I
had already had two gin and tonics and was beginning to feel a
little light-headed.

  John seemed particularly taken with me.  He asked me to dance
and a bit later, we were moving in a tight embrace to the music
in the basement.  It was the first time I could remember dancing
with a black man, and I found it both pleasant and a little
erotic.  Part of the eroticism was undoubtedly due to the very
big and very hard erection that John kept pressed against my
belly as we danced.  I found it exciting and returned the favor
by keeping my large breasts crushed firmly against his chest.

  We danced a couple of songs and then Cole cut in, and I was
dancing with my second black man.  He danced the same way as
John, but I didn't think he was quite as well endowed.  However,
I had no doubt that he was plenty large enough to satisfy any
woman.  He enjoyed the feel of my breasts against his chest as
much as John had.

  While we were dancing, I checked out the floor to see if I
could find my husband.  He was no where in sight.  I had a
suspicion that Sexy Alice Ann had him somewhere, probably in one
of the upstairs bedrooms.  "The dirty slut", I thought, and then
had to smile at myself since she wouldn't be doing anything with
Gordon that I hadn't already done with Roy the previous night.

  Around 11 PM, I was back upstairs sipping yet another glass of
wine and having some delicious crackers and cheese when Roy
approached.

  "You seem to be getting bored", he said.  "Let's go to the game
room and play a little pool."

  "I'm not a very good player."

  "Who cares.  No one gives a damn about how good a woman shoots
pool.  We just like to see them bent over the pool table trying."

  "You want to make me bend over, huh?", I teased.

  All the way to the game room, Roy never took his hand off of my
ass.  I loved the feeling it gave me as his fingers stroked over
and between my cheeks.  Several of the men were playing pool when
we entered so Roy guided me over to a corner of the room and
kissed  me.  I kissed him back, not caring who was watching us.

  As he kissed me, his hands were exploring my tits, first
outside my dress, then inside.  With practiced ease, he slid his
hand inside my bra and cupped my breast while he pulled and
tugged at my erect nipple.  I couldn't suppress a moan even with
his tongue deep within my mouth.

  Before I realized it, Roy had my blouse unbuttoned and had
released the hooks on my bra.  Most men have trouble doing that
with both hands in good light; Roy had smoothly done it with one
hand out of sight behind my back.  As soon as the bra fell away
from my tits, he wasted no time in removing it completely.

  "Don't.  Do you plan to strip me naked right here?"

  "Don't worry.  I told you when we were dancing last night that
you don't need a bra.  All I'm going to do is get rid of it for
you."

  As soon as he had the bra off, he took a moment to admire my
naked tits (as did several other men in the room), squeeze and
fondle them both.  Afterwards, he replaced them inside my blouse
and buttoned it.  I was just as before except my tits were now
naked and unsupported.  Every time I moved, they bounced, and if
I leaned over, they were almost completely exposed.

  About that time, Bret came over.  Roy continued to stroke and
play with my tits through my dress as Bret watched.

  "I haven't seen you before.  Are you new in town?"

  "No.  We're just here for a visit over the weekend", I replied.


  "Well, I'm damn glad you decided to play us a visit.  How come
you always get so lucky with the ladies, Roy?"

  I felt my face flush at his compliment.  Although Bret didn't
touch me, he also didn't take his eyes off Roy's hands as they
explored my body.

  "You've got really big ones.  They look great!", he commented.
"It doesn't look like you're wearing a bra."

  "I was when I came in, but your friend Roy decided that I
looked better without it.  So he helped me take it off, so to
speak, except I didn't give him much help.  He managed pretty
well on his own."

  At that point, Roy opened three buttons on my blouse, just
enough to let him pull the blouse aside and remove one of my
tits.  "What do you think?", he asked Bret.

  "Damn.  Lady you are really built.  And I love your nipple
hard, erect, sticking way out like that.  Are they all yours?"

  "Check it out for yourself", Roy said as he removed his hand
from my breast and offered it to Bret.  He cupped my tit, then
hefted it in his hand and squeezed it gently, then harder. 
Finally, he pulled and tugged at my nipple until I was gasping. 
"I would say they're all hers."

  We continued to chat for several minutes with Roy keeping my
breast exposed the entire time.  After 10 minutes, every man in
the room, as well as the women, had checked me out.  The crotch
of my panties were soaked by this time.  I wondered if anyone
could smell my sexual aroma.

  "What's she wearing underneath that sexy blue skirt?", Bret
asked, as if I weren't standing right there.

  "Don't know.  Haven't checked.  Should we?"  Roy smiled and
asked me, "Want to tell us or do we have look?"

  John, who had overheard the conversation, came over and said,
"I already know.  Every time Paula sits down her skirt rides up
so I thought everyone knew by this time that she's got on
matching blue panties and thigh-high stockings.  Right?"  All the
men looked at me for confirmation.

  "Well, what can I say?  John is very observant."

  "Let's be certain", Bret suggested.  His suggestion carried the
day, and he and Roy lifted my short skirt up to my waist exposing
the stockings and blue panties that John had told them I was
wearing.

  "Now that we've all seen her panties, I don't think she really
needs them any longer", Roy commented.  Then he turned to me: 
"Paula, I don't think you need the panties any more than you
needed the bra.  Don't you agree?"

  I felt my vagina throb, hard and then even harder.  The men
were exciting me into a frenzy.  I was so hot, I couldn't
respond.

  "I'll take that to be a "yes".  Bret, John, could the two of
you help Paula get her panties off.  I'm sure she would 
appreciate it if you would just slip your hands under her skirt
and slide her panties down her legs.  Won't take but a second."

  The two black men smiled, "We're always glad to help out a
lady."

  As they moved their hands under my dress, Roy was busy
replacing my breast inside my dress.  Just as he was buttoning my
blouse, my panties were coming down.  I stepped out of them and
John handed them to Roy who slipped them into his pocket.  My bra
was looped under and over his belt and hung from his waist like a
trophy.

  "How do you feel now?", he asked.

  "Like I'm about to cum.  You're guys are driving me crazy."

  "That's the general idea.  I'm so hard that it feels like it
may break off."

  "Don't you dare let that happen!"

  "You still have your stockings on under the skirt."

  "Yes."

  "Pity don't you think?"

  "Yes."

  "Want them off?"

  "Please.  Take them off."

  "Sit down in the chair."

  I sat as Roy kneeled in front of me.  I lifted my right leg and
he smoothly hooked his fingers in the elastic top of the stocking
and drew it down my leg.  He paused to remove my heel and then
took it off.  Replacing my heel, he pocketed the stocking.  Then,
the entire action was repeated on my left leg by John who handed
the stocking to Roy.  He slipped that stocking under his belt so
that hung down his pants leg in plain sight.  He now had all my
undergarments in his pockets or hanging from his belt.  I was
naked except for my sexy dress and heels.  My sexual secretions
were soaking my inner thighs, and I could easily smell the musky
aroma of my aroused cunt.

  "Look", said Roy.  The pool table is free.  Let's play a game."

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

  Sexy Alice Ann and I were sitting beside the pool.  We had
danced for awhile in the basement until I was so hard from her
rubbing her cunt and tits against me that I had to stop.  She had
literally dragged me upstairs to one of the bedrooms where she
essentially attacked me.

  Alice and I got into the bed and were struggling to get each
other's clothes off.  When I had gotten Alice Ann naked and was
moving my head  between her legs, she began to moan.  Her moans
turned to loud shrieks of pleasure when my tongue slid into her
wet sex trench.  As soon as it found her erect, engorged clit,
she began to grunt and scream:

  "Oh God, Gordon, please, fuck me!  Fill my cunt with that big
hard cock of yours!  Oh please, fuck me baby!  I want to feel
that big cock in my cunt! Please!"

  Alice Ann had her legs spread so wide I could see the
lust-swollen opening to her cunt.  The lips throbbed in
anticipation.  My tongue slashed up the length of her slit
causing her to thrash about wildly on the bed.  Every time I
licked her clit, she screeched loudly and her hole contracted in
a hard spasm.  Her cries grew even louder as she approached an
orgasm.  Suddenly, her juices squirted all over my face as she
went into the throes of her first orgasm, all the while yelling
and moaning.  I was sure she could be heard all over the house.

  She was just as loud when I mounted her.  She stopped screaming
and moaning when I stopped licking her clit.  But as soon as she
felt my cock sliding into her cunt, her shrieking began again. 
And it never stopped all the time I fucked her.  I love a woman
to be loud during sex, but this was taking it to an extreme. I
was so hot, however, it didn't make any difference.

  When I felt her cunt contracting wildly around my embedded
cock, I knew she wasn't faking it.  Her hole went into hard
spasms, her screams stopped, and were replaced with a deep groan
each time her vagina contracted.  I fucked her through three
orgasms.  Between each, the screeching would start again only to
be replaced with satisfied groans when she climaxed.

  After her second orgasm, she held me tight and whispered, "Oh
fuck.. you're sooo damn good... what a stud..  give it to me hard
and cum in me this time.  I'm not on the pill but I'm safe now. 
Pump it in me, Honey.  Fill my hot hole."

  When she told me we were having unprotected sex, I couldn't
hold it any longer.  As her cunt erupted in her third orgasm, I
fired my load into the bottom of her wide open, unprotected cunt.
When I pulled out, it ran from her vagina in thick streams.

  After the sex, we rested for 30 minutes sor so and then went
downstairs, got some wine, and went out by the pool.

  "I'm sure you must know that Roy wants to fuck Paula", she said
to me.

  "Most men want to fuck my wife.  I'm used to that."

  "Sure.  But he's with her right now.  And all the single guys
want her too.  They've already had all the other women at the
party several times so they're going to be after your wife big
time."

  "I'm sure you're right.  But I didn't see any of them when we
were upstairs."

  "No.  Neither did I.  They've probably got her in the game room
now.  The guys all like to watch a woman shooting pool when she's
naked underneath her skirt.  Every time she leans over the table
to shoot, she's showing off her tits, pussy, and ass to
everyone."

  "Well, they're going to be disappointed then.  Paula is wearing
thigh-high hose, bikini panties, and a bra."

  "You mean that's what she was wearing when she came down to
dinner this evening."

  I think I may have blushed a little.  "Well, yes.  That's
right, but then.. after all..  I mean, well, we've haven't been
any place where Roy or anyone might have done anything...like
taking off some of her clothes.. I mean, I don't think they've
gotten her upstairs to one of the bedrooms yet."

  "Honey.  I've seen Roy operate.  My guess is that all your wife
is wearing right now is her blouse, skirt, and heels.  And I bet
if we take a stroll into the game room, we'll find her playing
pool with Roy and some of the other guys.  Wanna bet? We can go
check it out."

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

  When Alice Ann and I entered the game room, we found Paula
playing pool just like Alice had predicted.  Bret, John, and Roy
were apparently playing with her, at least they had cue sticks in
their hands.  My wife was in the process of shooting.  As she
leaned over the table to line up her shot, her blouse fell away
from her breasts, and we, along with everyone else in the room,
were treated to a full view of both of her naked tits hanging
down along with a good view of her hard, erect nipples.

  "See.  What did I tell you.. no bra.  In fact, look at Roy's
belt.  I think that's your wife's bra hanging from his belt",
Alice smiled.

  "That doesn't mean she's naked under the skirt."

  "Wait a bit.  We'll find out."

  The next time it was Paula's turn to shoot, the cue ball was
out in the middle of the table and she had lean way over from the
end of the table to reach it to make her shot.  The position
pulled her skirt high on her thighs.  Struggling to reach the cue
ball for her shot, my wife had to lift one of her legs up onto
the table and bend her upper body so that her tits were almost
touching the table top.  The men at the other end of the table
all saw her exposed tits and at our end of the table, we had a
clear view of my wife's exposed cunt and ass, uncovered by
panties.

  "See, Honey.  No panties, no stockings.  Roy has your wife
naked under her dress.  You can see one of her stockings hanging
from his belt beside her bra, and I'm sure her panties and the
other stocking are in his pocket."

  "How did he get her clothes off?"

  "Who knows.  Maybe he stripped her.  Maybe she took them off
herself, or maybe Bret and John helped strip her.  Whatever. 
She's naked.  And she's showing it to everyone.  And she's ready
to be fucked, wouldn't you say?"

  "I think you're right.  We should leave."

  "Not yet.  Let's just watch for a bit.  It won't be long before
they start feeling her up."

  That's pretty much the way it worked out.  Over the next
quarter hour or so, the men got both of my wife's tits out and
she was playing pool with them completely exposed.  Every time
she walked around the table, she was being felt up and fondled.
All this was also heating up Alice Ann, and I was taking full
advantage to work over her tits, but I left them inside her
dress.

  After that, every time my wife bent over the table to shoot,
someone would flip her dress up to completely expose her ass. 
She would shoot with her legs spread as far as she could to let
them see her pussy.  The best views came when she was practically
lying on the table to get to the cue ball.  Once in this
position, a guy helped her up onto the table.  She opened her
legs wide, bent her knees so that her heels were pointed straight
at ceiling.  She took a long time to take her shot.

  Finally, Roy called a halt to the game and led my wife upstairs
amidst many groans from the men.

  I watched Paula vanishing down the upstairs hallway while
holding Roy's arm.  Alice Ann, who was holding my arm, whispered
in my ear.  "Let's let them get started, and then we can go
upstairs and watch."

  "I doubt that they would appreciate us barging in on them", I
said.

  "We won't have to.  Trust me."

  Ten minutes later, Alice Ann and I were in the adjoining
bedroom.  She led me into the walk in closet, turned out the
light, and slid back a panel on the back wall of the closet. 
Suddenly, we were looking through a one-way mirror at Roy and
Paula on the bed in the next bedroom.

  "It looks just like a mirror from their side", Alice whispered.
"Don't make any noise so they won't hear us", she cautioned as
her hand stroked my hard cock through my pants.

  Except for her heels, Roy had my wife completely naked on the
bed.  While Alice Ann was fondling my dick and giving me a
blowjob, we were listening to Paula moaning and grunting. 
Through the one-way mirror, I could see her heels sticking
straight up in the air, jerking back and forth as Roy fucked her.


  Alice stopped sucking me to watch the copulating couple.  "God.
 He's really giving it to her.  Can you hear his cock thudding
into the bottom of her cunt?"  Indeed I could.

  Even after my wife had cum, Roy kept plowing her cunt.  In and
out...in and out...  Alice and I watched Paula's legs flailing
back and forth in the air as the male ass rose and fell between
her thighs.  Roy had remarkable staying power.  Before I had cum
into Alice's sucking mouth, Paula had cum several times, but Roy
hadn't yet unloaded in her.

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

  By the time Roy had gotten me into the bedroom, I was dripping
wet and wild for sex.  Showing off my body to all those men in
the game room, coupled with the hot dancing earlier in the
evening, had me throbbing and ready.

  While Roy undressed, I spread out on the bed, lying on my 
opened dress.  I kept my legs wide open in invitation, my cunt
gaping and wet.  I even had my hands under my ass holding it up
to her lover.

  "Ooohhh... hurry, Lover.  Get into me!", I moaned.

  Finally, Roy was mounting me and I couldn't wait.  My cunt was
gaping open, swollen with lust for his cock.  His thick, bloated
cockhead pushed into me, stretching my cunt wide open and sinking
into my love tunnel.  I lifted my legs high to give him total
access.

  When his cock began to thud in and out of me in hard driving
thrusts, my pussy exploded into an intense orgasm.  I couldn't
suppress my scream of pleasure.  He didn't slow down at all.  His
hard prick kept driving in and out of my throbbing cunt.  In
moments, I was having another orgasm.  Still he rammed me, making
my vagina contract and throb about his prick.  I came again.

  I was amazed at his ability to control his orgasm.  I couldn't.
 My vagina continued to throb and contract as that big hard cock
screwed in and out of my throbbing sex hole.  Finally,    his
grunts turned into the deep growls of a male rutting and about to
cum in a hot cunt.  I came again, crying out as I did so:

  "Oh yes!  Roy, oh fuck!  Yes!  Cum in me! Oh my God!  Yes, I'm
cumming!!"

  My pussy walls were still jerking in hard spasms when I felt
Roy's balls begin to tighten and I knew that he was about to
shoot gobs of sperm into my cunt.  His breathing was coming
faster, and finally, he started blasting his load against my
womb.

  "Oh yeah, Baby.  Fuck me, Roy.  Give it to me... Shoot it in
me.  I can feel you throbbing inside my cunt, Honey.. Shoot it
deep inside me.  Fuck me like a slut, Lover!"

  I felt his big dick jerking again and again inside my pussy,
each time ejecting another huge gush of semen into me.  After the
third stream was fired in, my cunt began to squish as he
continued to fuck me.  Several more spurts entered me and his
ramming piston forced it up and out of my vagina where in ran
down the crack of my ass soaking the bed.

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

  In the closet, I came inside Alice Ann's mouth at the same time
Roy fired his load into my wife's throbbing cunt hole.

  After I had cum, Alice continued to suck me until she had my
prick hard again.  By this time, Paula had sucked Roy's cock back
to a hard erection, and he was ready to give it to her again. 
Alice Ann bent over so that we could both watch her husband
fucking Paula while I was giving it to her doggie style.

  My wife also turned over and got on her hands and knees and
waited for her lover to spike her from the rear.  Roy's body
blocked our view of Paula, but we could easily see his hard cock
moving closer to my wife's shaved cunt hole.  She moaned when the
big head slipped into her soaked opening.  Alice Ann had to bite
her knuckle to keep from screaming when my cock screwed into her
cunt.

  We watched as Roy sank more and more of his meat into Paula's
cunt.  She moaned as his balls slapped against her clit.

  Finally, both of us had the entire length of our cocks in the
other man's wife.  We were pounding it into their wide open
cunts.  Both wives were moaning as the cocks thudded into the
bottom of their vaginas.  We were screwing them hard and fast
now.  Neither of us could hold it and two cocks began pumping cum
into their already soaked pussies.  Alice Ann was gasping softly,
but my wife began to scream:

  "Yes!  Fill my cunt with your load! Fuck me!  Oh yes! Fill me
up!"

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

  The party broke up around midnight, and all the guests began
leaving.  I wondered how many of the woman had been fucked during
the evening. So I asked Alice what she thought.

  "Both of them got it.  After all, there were eight randy men at
the party and only four women.  With Roy monopolizing Paula and
you taking care of me, that left just Tami and Darla to take care
of the other six men.  Darla told me she had sex with both Glenn
and Kenny and Ross fucked Tami."

  "Ok.  I was just curious."

  "Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you."

  "Tell me what?", I asked.

  "Like I said, Tami and Darla both got laid by Glenn, Kenny, and
Ross.  But John, Bret, and Cole didn't get laid.  They're all so
hard, they just told me that their balls hurt."

  I laughed, "Poor guys."

  Alice Ann looked at me and said, "Well, they want to spend the
night and have your wife take care of their hard problems."

  "All three of them?"

  "Yeah.  All three of them."

  "I'm not sure Paula would be willing to do that.  Take care of
three black guys who are so hard their balls hurt?"

  "I've already asked her.  In fact, she's in one of the guest
bedrooms right now waiting for them to join her.  If you have a
problem, it's the same bedroom she was in when Roy fucked her. 
You need to go up and tell her.  By the way, I've put you in the
adjoining bedroom with the one-way mirror... just in case you
would like to watch.  I'll leave it all up to the two you."

  I went upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door.  My wife
opened the door wearing nothing but her high heels.

  "Looks like you were expecting company", I smiled.

  Paula blushed.  "Did Alice Ann tell you about the three guys?"

  "She did.  She also told me that they were so hard and hot that
their balls hurt.  Frankly, I'm worried that they may hurt you,
Honey."

  "I'm sure I've told you before.  It doesn't hurt a woman to be
fucked, Honey."

  "Yeah, I remember you saying that more than once.  But these
are three well-endowed black men who are have been teased and
excited for hours.  They are going to be wild to fuck you."

  "I know.  Alice Ann told me to use the intercom to buzz her
room if I needed help with them.  She's more than willing to help
me if it gets to be more than I can handle."

  "Do you really want to do this?  It's going to be a wild gang
bang."

  "Do you mind?  If it bothers you, I'll tell Alice I've changed
my mind.  We can make love and I'll be more than satisfied."

  "Do you remember what you said to me a couple of weeks ago when
you asked me if I would as interested in Alice if her name was
just Alice Ann instead of "Sexy" Alice Ann?  I replied that the
fact that Roy called her Sexy Alice Ann made no difference.  You
said, "Bullshit!"

  My wife smiled devilishly again. "Yes, I remember."

  "Well, that's my response to you telling me that you would be 
just as satisfied having me screw you tonight as those three
randy black studs. "Bullshit!"

  "You know me too well, Lover."

  "I do.  So have fun but be certain to call Alice if you need
help.  And I'll be in the next bedroom.  Call me if things get
out of hand and you're being hurt.  Understand!  That's
mandatory."

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

  It was 2 AM.  I was still in the walk in closet with the panel
to the one-way mirror open watching and listening to my wife
being fucked by John, Bret, and Cole.

  At the moment, it was John on my wife.  She was now totally
naked, lying on the rumpled bed covers on her back waiting for
the muscular black man to screw her.  He moved into her sex
saddle and pushed her legs up and back, spreading my wife open. I
saw her look down between her tits to see the monster penis
preparing to penetrate her cunt.  I noticed that my wife's
nipples were swollen and bigger than I had ever seen them.  John
moved into position and the big head of his pole pressed into
Paula's cunt. She moaned in pleasure as several inches of dick
penetrated her vagina.

  His hips were pushing and pulling as the black penis
disappeared into my wife about an inch at a time.  Long before he
had gotten all of it into her cunt, she exploded into an intense
orgasm.  As her hole opened and closed in spasms, John took the
opportunity to drive his entire 10 inches of cock into my wife's
cunt.  After that, he began fucking my wife with hard, deep
strokes.  She had several orgasms before he emptied his balls
inside her hot fuck hole.

  As soon as John climbed off of Paula, Cole was standing beside
the bed, his huge black cock throbbing and jerking.  I could see
the precum dripping from its tip.  Cole mounted my wife and
guided his cock to her open wet vagina that was still leaking
John's cum load.  He looked huge to me.. about the same size as
John.

  My wife's mouth opened in a wide "O" as the black prick entered
her cunt.  He eyes flew open, and she cried out as four inches of
cock sank out of sight up her tautly stretched vaginal sheathe. 
Cole pumped in and out of my wife, each thrust sinking more and
more of his rigid cock into her body.  Paula was again screaming
as one intense climax after another passed through her skewered
body.  I watched with my own cock throbbing as she wrapped her
legs around Cole's narrow waist and pulled him inside of her
until the last inch or two had disappeared.

  I could see the black stud looking down at my wife and watching
her large tits wobbling back and forth as he fucked her. He
screwed her even harder when she squealed as she reached another
mind-blowing climax.  Paula was thrashing wildly underneath
Cole's large body as he pumped his jism deep inside her already
drenched womb.

  After that, everyone rested and eventually fell asleep.  Paula
on the bed with Cole on one side of her, Bret on the other.  I
crawled into the bed in my room and was asleep in minutes.

  Sex sounds from the other bedroom woke me up.  When I looked at
the clock, it read 4:30 AM.  When I looked through the one-way
mirror, I saw that both Bret and John were fucking my wife again.

  John lay on his back and I watched as Paula climbed on top of
him, letting his huge pole slide into her ass.  The entire 10
inches of black prick entered her without problem.  Obviously,
she must have taken cock up her ass several times while I had
been asleep.  Once he had his cock fully socked into my wife's
ass, he pulled her back against his chest, which allowed my wife
to put her feet up on his legs.  The position caused her legs to
gape wide and exposed he cunt hole completely.

  Bret, who had been jacking his 12-inch dick, moved between
Paula's spread thighs.  He pressed the big throbbing head against
the opening to her cunt, and I watched the head disappear inside
my wife's sex tunnel.  Paula moaned and then began to grunt as
more and more cock entered her.  Finally, both giant cocks were
planted deep inside her cunt and ass.  As soon as they moved, her
body rippled with an intense orgasm.  Bret had her nipples
between his fingers, pinching them as he fucked her.  They
continued for a long time bringing my wife to two or three
climaxes.  Finally, they both began to cum at almost the same
time.  I wondered how much semen they were pumping into my wife.

  I didn't awake again until almost 9 AM.  I showered and shaved.
 As I was getting dressed, I again heard fucking sounds from the
next bedroom.  This time it was Cole between Paula's thighs
hammering his black dick in and out of her cunt.  She was so
exhausted that she couldn't keep her legs up.  It didn't matter
because Cole had her ass on a pillow to keep it elevated while he
screwed in and out of her cunt.

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  At 1 PM that afternoon, we were on the interstate heading home.
 Paula was still exhausted and was nearly asleep on the seat
beside me.  When I asked her about her gang bang with John, Bret,
and Cole, she had just shrugged.

  "It was no big deal.  They each fucked me once and then we all
slept for the rest of the night."

  "Were their cocks big?" I asked.

  "Not really.  That's more of an urban legend than anything
else.  John and Cole were average.  Bret may have been a little
over 7 inches."

  "Didn't they do you two at a time or anything?"

  "No.  It was just one-on-one fucking.  Either missionary or
doggie."

  "Did you cum?"

  "Don't be ridiculous.  Of course I came.  What woman wouldn't
have?"

  "You're right.  It was a stupid question.  I'm sorry.  How many
orgasms did you have?"

  "I was pretty tired.  One or maybe two.  I was nearly falling
asleep the whole time."

  "So they weren't all that hot in bed?"

  "They were Ok.  Nothing unusual."

  "I'm sorry.  I thought it would be really wild and enjoyable
for you."

  "It was very nice of you to let me have sex with them, Honey, 
but it was sort of a disappointment."

  My wife feel asleep and I continued the long drive home in
silence, but smiling as I drove.  The urban legend is that men
lie to their wives all the time about sex.  But the real truth is
that women are much better and more prolific liars than their
husbands who should be taking lessons from them.

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