2007-08-31

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

Slave
by RLM

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Nothing is quite so erotic as a wife so sexually excited that she is enslaved.

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Knight's Club:

Meghan was having difficulty driving... staying on the road. Although the speed limit was 65 mph, she dared not drive at that speed. The minimum speed was 40, but the car's speedometer held steady at 37 mph. Even at that speed, she was nervous that she might crash into the ditch or swerve into the oncoming lane to die in a head-on crash.

The vibrations of the insert seemed to be increasing. She slowed the car's speed to 35 as she struggled, almost hopelessly, to concentrate on the car and the road. She knew the back of her dress must be soaked by this time. She had been keenly aware of the hot secretions gushing forth for the last 15 minutes. If she had just been allowed to wear panties, it wouldn't be so bad, but with her pussy bare, only her dress protected the seats of the car from her excitement.

The stoplight forced Meghan to bring her car to a stop. It was a mixed blessing. She no longer had to control the vehicle, but with nothing else to occupy her mind, her full attention turned to the insert... to the slowly, ever increasing vibrations surging up and down the length of her excited vagina. It was impossible to sit still. Her body squirmed and undulated. With each undulation, her tight top moved back and forth over her swollen, sensitive nipples. With no bra, there was nothing to protect them, and now, after over 30 minutes of slow, tantalizing stimulation, they made half-inch indentations in her top. Involuntarily, her hand brushed over their surfaces. The contraction of her sex between her thighs was immediate. Just as the light turned green, another copious flow poured from her excited loins.

Meghan's excited nipples bulged outward.

Her cell phone rang.

"Yes?" she said in response.

"You're late."

"I'm sorry, Desmond. I'm on my way. But with the insert, I'm having to drive slowly to stay on the road. Please. If you turn it off, I can be there sooner."

"Pull your top down. Where are you now?"

"I just left the light at the corner of 110th and Magnolia street."

"Good. Be here in 14 minutes. No more. Your top is down?"

"Yes."

"Completely?"

Both tits were out on display.

"Yes, but if a police car passes me, I may be arrested."

"If you are, don't worry. I'll bail you out."

The phone went dead, and, at the same time, the insert increased significantly in intensity. My hips arched off the car seat. My moans filled the interior of the car. Suddenly, the vibrations eased enough for me to lower my ass onto the car seat again.

The blaring horn of the semi finally got my attention. Turning in its direction, I saw the truck driver staring at my exposed breasts. He was licking his lips and giving me a thumbs up sign. I knew I wasn't permitted to cover my breasts. I had no choice but to continue to drive along beside the truck as the man took in every curve of my tits.

The cell rang again.

"Where are you now?"

"About two miles away. I will be there on time, Desmond. I promise."

"Good. Is anyone enjoying the view?"

"There's a semi driving beside me. The driver is enjoying my exposed tits."

"Excellent. They are completely out as I directed aren't they?"

"Yes."

"I knew they would be. You always do as instructed. Lift your ass, Meghan, and remove your skirt."

"I'm not wearing any panties."

"I know. I instructed you not to wear any. Have you removed your skirt?"

"No... not yet, I'm working on it... It's hard to get it off with only one hand. The truck driver is licking his lips. He thinks I'm taking it off so he can see me."

"See you?"

"See my pussy."

"You are taking it off for him, but not so he can see your pussy, Meghan."

"It's off now, Desmond. The driver can see my pussy now. He's staring at it.

"No he isn't. You're mistaken, Meghan."

"But I can see him. His eyes are right on my pussy."

"I'm sure they are, but he's not staring at your pussy, is he?"

Realization of Desmond's meaning swept over me. "Is he?" the voice on the phone repeated.

"No. He's not staring at my pussy, Desmond. He's staring at my cunt."

Knowing the truck driver was staring at her cunt got it even wetter.

"I know he is. Any man would be. I also know that you want him to see your cunt, don't you?"

"Yessssss!" I heard myself hiss into the phone.

"Keep your legs open for the rest of the drive and remove your top completely. The gate keeper will have the gate open for you when you arrive. He is to be rewarded by the sight of your naked body, Meghan. Understand?"

"Yes, Desmond. I'm to be naked when I drive through the gate."

"Excellent. After you get out of the car, you will put your top and skirt back on before entering the club."

"My skirt is soaked with my secretions, Desmond. Please," I pleaded.

"I will meet you in the entryway and provide you with another outfit. You can change in the ladies room, Meghan."

"Oh, thank you, Desmond. I won't be late."

"You have six minutes left." The phone again went dead and once more the insert exploded inside my vagina forcing my hips up off the seat so the truck driver could see my gaping, now contracting, cunt slit. He also saw the juices spurting out as the orgasm engulfed me."

My hips thrust upward in response to the intense vibrations of the insert.

I was certain that the driver was masturbating when he saw me struggling to get my top off. For the last two minutes before I turned into the private drive leading to the Knight's Club, I was completely naked. The semi's horn honked. I cupped my tits for him. It honked again, and I spread my legs wider. The horn sounded a third time, and I raised my hips off the seat, keeping my legs open. My body was still shuddering as I turned into the private drive to the sound of repeated horn blasts from the semi.

When I reached the security gate, it was open but I knew I was required to stop. When I did, the middle-aged guard stepped to the side of my car and gazed at my naked tits. I turned red, but at the same time, I could feel my pussy throbbing. It throbbed harder when his eyes moved downward to my crotch.

Showing off my body had me trembling, as it always did since I had met Desmond.

The guard didn't need any identification. He had seen my naked body several times in the past.

"Show it to me," he ordered.

"What?"

"You know what. Your cunt. Show it to me."

I was close to another orgasm, both from the steady vibrations of the insert and to the erotic thrill of having the guard inspecting my naked body. "I'm spread as wide as I can in this car seat," I protested.

The guard was ready for my excuse. "Put the seat all the way back. That will give you plenty of room to spread wide and show it to me."

The throbbing between my legs increased still further even though the vibrations of the insert remained the same. Pressing the seat-adjust control, the entire seat moved back and then the back of my chair lowered until I was nearly lying flat on my back.

"Hurry up, Mrs. Burditt," the guard admonished. "Mr. McShatko is waiting and so am I."

I quickly raised both legs high and moved my fingers to my clitoris. The guard pushed his head through the open window of the car and leaned close. I knew he could smell the musky aroma of my excited, pulsing cunt.

When he put his head inside the car, I arched my cunt toward his face.

His fingers moved to my pussy pushing my fingers aside. For a half minute or so, he caressed my erect and dancing clitoris. My hips arched high in response... a deep moan escaping my lips in response to the hot contractions of my clit. With my hole arched high, two of his fingers slipped easily into the soaked interior of my vagina, found my G-spot, and worked over its surface while other fingers stroked my engorged clitoris.

"OOohhhhhhhhhh... god... I'm cumming... aahhhhh... uughgghhh.. cumming!"

My vagina contracted about his fingers while my clit danced wildly in and out of its protective hood. My feet were jerking in the air as the guard masterfully worked my pussy until he felt my orgasm subsiding.

"Thank you, Mrs. Burditt. I've used up all the time Mr. McShatko allotted me. You'd best hurry. He will be waiting for you in the entryway."

After quickly parking my car, I stepped outside completely naked and pulled my top over my head and stepped into my skirt. Fortunately, Desmond had turned the insert's vibrations to low... just enough to keep me in heat as I entered the club.

True to his word, Desmond met me in the entry way. Right there in the foyer, he pulled me close and kissed me deeply as his hand explored beneath my short skirt.

"You were certainly not exaggerating about the condition of your skirt and pussy. It feels like a swamp between your thighs." His fingers slowly explored the length of my vaginal crease and softly rubbed my clitoris. My hips began to hunch uncontrollably.

"Someone will see us," I protested.

"They've seen me playing with you before, Meghan. This is the Knight's Club. It's expected. Here is your outfit for tonight. Get dressed, Meghan."

I retreated to the ladies room carrying a clothing box with the logo of Victoria's Secret on the outside."

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Three Months Earlier:

I was just finishing the final touches on the dinner when Cecil arrived home from work. He gave me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and, seeing that dinner was almost ready, began setting the table. I liked the fact that he did that without my asking, but I would have preferred a more enthusiastic, sensuous kiss. I also wouldn't have minded a bit if my husband had decided to bend me over the kitchen counter to use my pussy before dinner. The food would stay warm, but I might not.

Unfortunately for my eager pussy, my husband had business matters on his mind, not sex. While we were eating dinner, he told me about it.

"Do you know who Desmond McShatko is?" my husband asked me.

"Seems like I've read that name in the newspapers but I really don't know who he is."

"I'm not surprised that you may have read about him. He's probably the foremost stock analyst and successful, independent investor in the country. His private fortune is reputed to be around two billion dollars."

"Wow! I think you could safely say that he knows what he's doing when he invests in the market."

"Precisely! Most of these guys are just talking heads... they pretend to know, but don't. If they really knew, they'd be worth billions. McShatko is worth billions. He knows."

"That is interesting," I commented. "How old is he?"

"Not sure. From his photographs, I'd say mid-30s."

"Mid-30's!?" I was both shocked and amazed. "He's made two billion dollars and he's only mid-30's. That's really incredible. What does he look like?"

"What?" Cecil asked, puzzled by my question. I repeated it for his male brain.

"What does he look like?"

"I don't know. Dark hair, beard... two arms, two legs... why?"

If I had just told my husband about a 33-year old woman who had made two billion dollars investing in the stock market, his first question would have been "What does she look like?" But when I asked the same question about a man, it seemed irrelevant to him. But I ignored all that and simply asked another question:

"What about McShatko? Or did you bring it up just as something interesting?"

"Oh no. Not at all. McShatko is starting a two-month series of lectures about how to make money by investing in the market. It starts tonight at 8 PM. We haven't been doing great in our investments. I thought we might attend. Are you up for it?"

"How much does it cost?"

"That's the amazing thing... it's free. My corporation asked him to do it as a fringe benefit for all the employees; they're paying his usual fee. So it won't be overly crowded. Only the junior executives and up are invited."

"Let's go. I'd love to hear what a 30+ year old man has to say about making two billion dollars."

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In order to make it on time, Cecil said he would wash up the dinner dishes while I changed. I was just pulling my dress over my head when he came into our bedroom and asked if I was ready to go.

"I'm ready, Darling. Very, very ready, if you know what I mean. Are you sure you want to go hear a lecture rather than take your wife to bed and fuck her hot pussy?"

"Wanna fuck your hot wife, Honey?"

"Let's go the lecture first. I'll take care of your hot pussy later this evening."

"Ok, but remember, pussy doesn't always stay hot. It may have cooled off before we get home."

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When we entered the auditorium where the lecture was being held, Cecil's boss, Mr. Homer Cavin, introduced Cecil and I to Desmond McShatko. Even while McShatko was shaking my husband's hand, his eyes never left mine. His appearance just took my breath away.

Desmond was a woman's wet dream of a man. His dark van dyke and mustache gave him a devilish, incredibly virile and masculine appearance. His rugged face and dark, penetrating eyes sent shivers up and down my spine. As he gazed into my eyes, I was mesmerized, almost hypnotized. Although partially concealed by his suit, I could easily tell that his body was muscular, powerful, masculine. There was no flab, no fat, no softness to him... just rippling muscles and male power. If that wasn't enough, this incredible man was worth two billion dollars.

McShatko's animal magnetism had my pussy wildly excited and gushing.

Our eyes locked together for several moments before he slowly lowered his eyes to take in my exposed cleavage and thrusting breasts. I felt myself pulling my shoulders back to allow him to see their size. After scanning my breasts, his eyes dropped further down my body taking in my narrow waist, thrusting ass, and then down to portions of my thighs exposed by my short skirt and from there down my legs. I felt like he could see right through my clothes. He was going to fuck me... I could feel it... I knew it!

Finally, when his eyes returned to mine, I could see the approval and the hot, dark desire in them. He took my hand in his, almost caressing it, his deep, sensuous voice said, "I'm delighted to meet you, Meghan. I hope you enjoy the lecture and that it leads to wonderful things."

My vagina was throbbing... actually throbbing under this man's scrutiny. My husband was totally oblivious of what was happening right under his nose... as was his boss. Men always are when it comes to their wives. Cecil had no clue that Desmond McShatko had just told his wife that he wanted to fuck her... no more than that... he had just told his wife that he was going to fuck her. He also had no idea that his wife's pussy was throbbing with excitement.

The lecture itself was amazing. Most such lectures are just general principles of investing that are really useless in the selection of stocks. Not McShatko's lecture. He spent the first 30 minutes outlining the level of study required to reach intelligent decisions and what factors were important to examine during the study. The last 15 minutes contained his recommended stock actions for the day.

"I will tell you," he said, "what stocks I purchased today, which ones I sold and why, and which ones I shorted. Then, I will do the same for the commodities market, which is much more volatile and dangerous. Enter at your own risk."

As he spoke his eyes never left mine except for occasional ventures to my breasts which were now more exposed because of my last trip to the ladies room when I had pulled the bodice of my dress down even further to expose more cleavage.

Just an inch lower, and my nipples would have been on display.

As he was giving his commodities recommendations, Desmond's eyes moved to my legs. The intensity of his stare made me want to open my legs. I could feel the fluids seeping from my excited pussy. Right at the end, he moved to the front of the stage and, as he delivered his concluding remarks, his eyes seem to penetrate between my thighs. I couldn't resist... I doubted that any woman in her sexual prime could have. I opened my legs enough to allow McShatko to see my panties.

I tried to keep my legs together, but under McShatko's intense stare, I couldn't keep them closed.

Throughout the drive home, I had sat beside my husband naked except for my panties and heels. I had my heels up on the passanger side seat with my hand under my panties masturbating furiously.

"Can't you wait until you get home," my husband complained.

"Noooo... too hot... aaahhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as my vagina erupted in another climax. "I asked you to fuck me before we left remember. Now I can't wait any longer."

My cunt was erupting in orgasm after orgasm while my poor husband tried to drive the car.

As soon as the car was parked, I was running to our bedroom. By the time my husband entered, I was lying on the bed with a pillow beneath my ass, my legs gaping open, and my hand strumming my engorged silt.

"Ooohhhh god... hurry, Darling. Fuck me!"

He did. Twice. Even as he was firing his load into my convulsing cunt, I was imagining that it was Desmond ramming me like a hot stallion.

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The next week, Cecil followed everyone of Desmond's recommendations, and by the time of the next lecture, we had realized a 19% profit on our investments in just one week. It was phenomenal. Cecil was ecstatic.

The next lecture was a repeat performance of the first one. There were only two differences. First, the stock and commodities recommendations were very different. We were to sell two of the stocks we had purchased which had risen by over 24%, cover one short sale on which we had realized a 12% profit, and buy two other stocks. No short sales were recommended. We were also to buy oil futures.

The second difference was my outfit for the evening. My husband had given me a weird look when he saw what I was wearing.

"Are you going to wear THAT?" he asked, obviously stunned.

Cecil couldn't tear his eyes away from my half-exposed tits.

"Don't you like it? I think the other men will."

"I'm sure they will! I think the other wives will hate it."

"Good. Women love to dress so that other women will hate it and be jealous. Don't you know that, Darling?"

We hadn't been in the lecture hall for more than a couple of minutes before Desmond sought me out.

"You look even more delectable tonight than last week, Meghan. I hope that the exotic look is for my benefit."

I blushed deep red and before I could answer, Desmond said, "Good. I love women who like the way they look and use it to attract the men they fancy. I have given this lecture tonight dozens of times... only the stock recommendations change. Keep it interesting for me, Meghan. Follow me."

I followed him down a hallway. He unlocked a door to an office and pulled me inside. Once there, his mouth was on mine, his hand searching out my large breasts as his tongue entered my mouth. At first, I struggled, pushing at his chest, but not too hard.

Abruptly, he pulled back from me and gave me one crisp order: "Stop fighting. We don't have much time. Take your breasts out. I want to see them!" He punctuated his command with a sharp swat on my ass. Moist flowed from my excited vagina as I yanked down the top of my dress to release both tits.

With my ass still stinging from the sharp whack Desmond had given me and his hands all over my tits, my cunt was throbbing with lust.

"Magnificent! Absolutely magnificent!" My cunt began to throb as he said it.

He pulled me back into his arms and again covered my mouth with his, our tongues dueling with each other. One powerful arm held me tightly against his body while the other caressed and explored my exposed tits. His masculine grunts of pleasure mixed with my excited female moans. He pinched and twisted my nipple causing me to groan in pain and pleasure at the same time.

I forced my pelvis against him. He responded with a grinding motion of his hard phallus against my mound. Then, just as suddenly as he taken possession of my mouth, he stopped, stepped away, adjusted his clothes and replaced my tits inside my dress.

"The time for the lecture is here. We have to go. What time does your husband leave for work in the morning?"

"Why?" I asked like a silly high school girl.

His rakish smile curled his lips. "So I will know when I should arrive to fuck you, Meghan. When?"

"He leaves at 7:30 AM," I said softly.

"Good. I'll call you in advance so you can be ready."

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As Desmond lectured, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs high so that most of my thighs were exposed to him. He was the only one who saw since everyone else was watching him while he was visually enjoying my body.

My husband could have easily seen me exposing myself to Desmond, but he, like the others, were too interested in the new stock recommendations.

As he gave the stock and commodities recommendations, I sat forward and opened my legs so that my panties were exposed. I could almost feel his eyes devouring me... probing beneath the thin panties into the hot hole of my cunt.

I hoped Desmond's cock was as hard as my pussy was wet.

I practically raped Cecil when we got home.

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Sex Slave:

The following week, Cecil followed every recommendation, and again our holdings increased... this time by 20% during the week. My husband had visions of becoming a millionaire before the year was out.

I liked the money almost as much as my husband did, but what was really exciting me more than the money was the anticipation of Desmond's call. Every morning after Cecil left for work, I waited for the phone to ring. Occasionally, it did ring, but it was one of my female friends or a solicitation of some kind.

Finally, on Wednesday, the day before the next weekly lecture, my phone rang 10 minutes after my husband's car had pulled out of our garage. This time it was Desmond calling.

"Your husband has left for work, Meghan. I shall arrive at 9 AM. Be ready. Wear something to stimulate my interest."

Even though I had been almost climbing the walls waiting for Desmond to call me, I was offended by his air of confidence and certainty that I would spread my legs for him.

"I'm really too tired this morning, Desmond. My husband was a tiger in bed last night," I heard my mouth saying into the phone.

"That is truly a shame. It is far more exciting and wonderful if both partners are enjoying the sex. I shall be there in a little over an hour. As I said, Be Ready!"

The phone went dead. If my wildly contracting and gushing cunt was any indication, I was more than ready right now!"

At 9 AM sharp, I opened the front door and Desmond McShatko entered. His tight T-shirt emphasized his bulging, powerful pecs and biceps. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Where some men in their 30's have a small roll of flab about their middle, Desmond had a band of powerful, well-developed abs. His tight slacks showed off his rippling thigh muscles, but most importantly, it outlined his large, powerful phallus. I was already creaming, and he had not yet even touched me.

Desmond's appearance had me wild with lust... From the way he looked at me, I thought I was having a similar effect on him.

Without a word, he pulled me close and kissed me hard as his hand moved into the bodice of my dress and extracted both of my tits. At the same time, his other hand pulled the back of my skirt up to my waist and then moved downward to my ass. My hips were already hunching against this sensuous stud.

Desmond hadn't been in the house two minutes before he had my skirt up and my tits out.

I felt his hand caressing my buttocks and sliding up and down the crack of my ass. The sensuous caress continued as my panting grew deeper and louder with each stroke of his fingers. Abruptly, I felt Desmond's hand leaving my ass. Bending his knees, he lowered his body until his head was right at my tits. Hefting them in both hands, his face moved between my mounds and from there onto my engorged nipples. I tried to speak but all that came out were excited hissing sounds.

Every time I felt Desmond suck and bite my nipples, electric shocks radiated downward to my seeping cunt.

My pussy was throbbing wildly. I wanted... no, I needed... something... a hand... a cock... anything... pressed against it. Reaching down, I grabbed the front of my skirt and yanked it up around my waist. Desmond's hand slipped inside my panties at the same time as my hand searched out and found the huge shaft of his cock. Grasping it through his slacks, I slowly moved my hand up and down its length.

I felt his fingers between my legs pushing inside my panties and into the hot cavern of my cunt. The moan erupted from my mouth: "Ooohhhhh god, finger fuck me!"

Frantically, I yanked open his belt buckle and tried to get his slacks down. Unable to manage it, I grabbed his cock again and hissed, "Take off your pants. I need to feel your naked cock."

With a few smooth motions, Desmond removed his pants. He wore no shorts. The mammoth cock stood almost straight up, thick, throbbing, precum hanging from its engorged, purple head. I couldn't even begin to get my hand around it. I shoved my mouth over it, wondering it I could even stretch my mouth wide enough to get it inside.

Desmond's cock was huge... at least half again as long and much thicker than my husband's.

As Desmond lowered his pants, I managed to get the head inside my mouth. As soon as it was in, he pulled my head down his huge shaft until 4 or 5 inches was inside pushing at my throat. I began to gag. He held my head in place and waited. When my gagging subsided, he pushed the head against my throat. Again, I gagged. Desmond repeated the action several times until finally, the head entered my throat. I felt like I was choking. He ignored me and drove the remainder of his shaft into my mouth. A moment later, I was being face fucked.

This powerful stud was fucking his entire cock in and out of my throat. I felt like a sex slave. That thought made my pussy gush.

I thought he intended to cum in my mouth, but he pulled me to my feet and carried me to the couch in the den where he rapidly stripped off my blouse and yanked my short skirt up around my waist. Lowering my body onto the couch, he gave me a one-word command: "SPREAD!"

Yanking both legs into air, I waited for this sex master to begin fucking me. To my utter delight, he moved his head between my gaping thighs, slipped my panties aside to bare my cunt, and then pressed his mouth onto my already throbbing pussy. As his mouth moved over my clitoris, I felt it being pleasured by a tongue. Howls of female pleasure filled the house and probably the neighborhood.

Desmond sucked Cecil's wife to orgasm after orgasm.

"OOOHHHH... AAAHHHHHHHH CUMMINGGGG!! SUCK ME, DARLING... SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Each time my vagina contracted in a hard spasm, I spurted all over Desmond's face and the couch.

"OOohhhhh god damnnnn ... suck it... suck meeeeeeeeeee!!"

Each time another spasm erupted inside my hole, my hands squeezed and twisted my tits and nipples. Desmond wouldn't let up. Finally, I was begging him to stop. My hands desperately tried to push his face away from my ultra-sensitive, throbbing pussy, but he was too strong, too much in control. His lips continued to suck my engorged and trembling clit as his fingers explored inside my throbbing hole where they moved knowingly over my G-spot, driving me to a series of orgasms. I could feel my asshole opening and closing right along with my vagina.

I couldn't stop cumming or screaming.

After a half dozen or more climaxes, I collapsed to the couch no longer able to lift my body. Even though I couldn't lift my body, the sensuous stroking of my exploding sex organs continued. Juices bubbled out of my hole as it contracted in hard spasms causing air to whoosh out of my vagina. Two fingers entered my ass producing even more excited, loud shrieks.

Finally, I my dazed state, I felt the tongue and fingers leaving my pussy and ass, and Desmond's head pulling away. When I could get my eyes open, I saw that he had stripped. His cock was an eight-inch, rigid, iron bar standing nearly straight up, thick and pulsing with lust for cunt... my cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Meghan... many, many times. I will not be using a condom... now or ever. The loads will always go into your body, usually into your cunt. Lift your legs." I did and he stripped off my panties then said, "Spread Wide!"

One leg rose to the back of the couch; the other spread out so that my heel was on the floor. Desmond moved into my sex saddle on his knees, shoved my knees back until they were almost touching my tits, and then pressed his cock against the length of my sex slit.

As he slid the thick organ up and down my sex trench just inside my labia, I could feel the hot sexual secretions flowing out and coating the huge shaft. He moved it downward through the well-greased lips of my pussy until the head was right at the mouth of my quivering cunt.

"Oohhh god! Please! I need it inside me... fucking me. Please... FUCK ME NOW!"

Desmond entered me! Slowly at first... then more rapidly. The huge shaft drove inward with the big swollen head spreading me open as he filled my vagina with hot, thick cock. When the head socked firmly against my cervix, he held it there, flexing his organ within my hole.

"I couldn't stand it. I begged and begged him to move his cock... to fuck me!

"OOOhhh don't torture me... I can't stand it! Move! Fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt!"

As the big cylinder of man meat began to pump me... slowly at first and then with increasing speed and force... I heard myself screaming and shouting. Later, I wondered if the neighbors had heard and knew that I was being fucked.

I came three more times before Desmond's cock exploded inside my pussy firing gush after huge gush of sperm-filled semen up against and into my womb. He grunted loudly each time another wad of cum fired into me. It was like having a powerful fire hose buried in my cunt, shooting in load after load. After several thick jets had been pumped into me, my vagina was full. Each additional gush of male cum caused it to spurt forcefully out of me and run down the cheeks of my upturned ass.

For ten minutes or so, Desmond lay atop me, his rod still sunk deeply inside my sex hole where it twitched and throbbed. I felt it beginning to harden again.

"I don't believe it!" I said in awe. "You're getting hard again already." Then, a minute or so later: "You're fucking meeeeeeee! You're fucking me again!"

"Ass fucking time now, Meghan." He withdrew his now fully hard shaft from my cunt.

"You're too big," I whined, nervous and afraid. "I can't take you in my ass. You'll tear me apart... Please, don't," I begged.

Desmond ignored me as he pushed my legs all the way back to my tits to elevate my ass into fucking position. Once it was, he worked his fingers in and out of my ass thoroughly coating it with the thick mixed juices of our orgasms. When he had me ready, I felt him press the big cock head against my ass and gradually enter me.

I first I resisted but no woman was going to keep this stud out. Relentlessly, the head stretched my sphincter until it popped inside. After that, the remaining seven inches were pushed into me in one firm, authoritative stroke.

Once the head was inside my ass, the rest entered me on the first thrust.

I felt his balls bounce off my ass cheeks when he was fully into me. After that, Desmond fucked me hard and fast until he was entering my ass just as easily as he had fucked my cunt. I was soon making as much noise as before, but this time it was a single shouted word or grunt, one word/grunt each time the cock pumped into me.

"FUCK ... MY ... ASS! ... UUGGH! ... UUGGHH! ... MORE! ... HARDER! ... FASTER! ... ASS ... FUCK ... IT ... INTO ... ME!"

I began to cum... an action that was repeated twice more before his load filled my bowels.

Desmond held my knees against my tits and pumped his load into my ass.

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The next night at the lecture, McShatko ignored me, totally, even though I had my legs open and a lot of cleavage showing. Cecil, as usual, was ecstatic over the stock recommendations. By the end of the third week, the value of our stock holdings had increased by slightly more than $30,000. With McShatko's help, we were making more in the market than Cecil was making in his job.

On the negative side, I was now finding my husband to be an uninspired, boring bed partner. His foreplay was perfunctory. He had never gotten me off more than twice and usually it was once or not at all. During sex, I would usually cum, but rarely twice and occasionally not at all.

Now that McShatko had fucked me and shown me what a real man can do in bed, I could muster little enthusiasm when Cecil wanted sex. I never turned him down, but it was more of a chore than something I enjoyed and anticipated.

Three days after Desmond had fucked me into near oblivion and made me cum over 15 times, my husband and I were in bed, screwing. As usual, Cecil was mounted on me missionary position thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy fast and hard until his body stiffened as he ejaculated inside my vagina.

He stayed on top of me for a minute or so before rolling onto his back, his penis now lying flaccid against his soft belly. I waited for awhile to see if he wanted more. When nothing happened, I rolled onto my side, pressed my buttocks against his hip and snuggled into the covers to go to sleep.

Before I got to sleep, Cecil asked, "Did you cum?"

"What?" I replied in a sleep-filled voice.

"Did you cum?" he repeated.

I didn't feel like lying. "No. Not this time. Don't worry about it. Sometimes women don't have an orgasm during sex."

"Did I do anything wrong?"

"No, Darling. You performed up to your usual standard."

"Oh, Ok. I was worried I did some thing wrong. Are you feeling Ok?"

"I'm fine, Dear. Just sleepy. Let's go to sleep."

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The following night was a repeat of the previous evening. Cecil was pounding me hard. Hard is not necessarily erotic and sensuous... sometimes it is, but not always. Cecil, however, had only two fucking speeds... "all ahead flank" and "dead stop".

Not wanting to disappoint him again, I began to imagine that it was Desmond fucking me, but the difference in eroticism and masculine savoir faire was so great, it was hard to do. I kept thinking about how he had worked my clit, pussy, and tits to a half dozen intense climaxes before he ever began fucking me. That got me excited and I had just begun to recall how he had ordered my legs up and spread ... that he was going to fuck me, when Cecil grunted, throbbed twice, and collapsed on top of me... finished.

Once more, we went through all the standard male questions: "Did you cum?" ... "Did I do anything wrong?" ... "Are you feeling Ok?" As he asked the questions, I thought that it was significant that men always ask, "Did I do anything wrong?" rather than "Did I do anything right?"

The next time Cecil fucked me, I faked my orgasm. After he had cum, there were no questions. He clearly considered his performance to be outstanding. Later that night, I went into the guest bedroom, locked the door, and masturbated to two intense orgasms thinking about McShatko fucking me. From that point on, I faked all my orgasms with Cecil.

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I was becoming depressed that McShatko hadn't called me again. He had had multiple orgasms with me, so I knew I had pleased him enormously. I assumed that a man like him had so many women available that I was just one more notch on his sex gun.

It was a Tuesday evening. Cecil was reading the financial section of the newspaper doing every thing but jumping up and down over how well our holdings were performing. We hadn't made a wrong move in almost month with the benefit of McShatko's guidance.

The phone rang. I almost let Cecil answer it, but then I was still hoping. I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello."

"What are you wearing right now?" came his deep, sexy, thrilling masculine voice. My pussy contracted on the spot... hard.

Lowering my voice to a whisper, I replied, "We're going out to dinner in a couple of hours. I just finished dressing in a strapless cocktail dress, bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels."

"Remove the bra."

"My husband will know immediately with my big tits."

"So. If he's a man, he will enjoy it. If not... who cares? Take off the bra."

I felt like I was in a hypnotized trance as I unhooked and removed the bra. Without a bra, I was going to be bouncing all over the place. The thought was making me wet."

"It's off."

"Good. Now take off your panties. You won't be wearing any tonight."

"Oh gawd," I moaned as I stripped my panties over my ass and down my thighs. I was so wet now that I could smell the musky aroma coming from between my thighs.

"My panties are off, Desmond."

"Where is Cecil now?"

"In the den... reading the financial news."

"Of course he is. Money means more to him than pussy or even his wife. Go to the dining room window... the one at the front of the house. Take the phone with you."

It was only a short distance. When I was at the window, I spoke in the phone. "I'm here."

"Turn on all the lights in the room and pull the curtains aside."

"oohhhh fuck... I'm dripping." After a few moments... "The lights are on and the curtain is open."

"I know. I can see you very clearly. Move close to the window and pull down the top of your dress. Press your tits right up to the window."

When my nipples touched the cold glass, I couldn't suppress a moan. "Can you see my tits?"

"Easily... with my binoculars, I can even count the small bumps around your big nipples. And I can see how erect and hard your nipples are."

"Oh yes... I want you... why haven't you called me? Wasn't I a good fuck?"

"You're a delicious fuck... awesome."

"Then why? I've been waiting and waiting and waiting."

"Are you hot right now? Isn't your cunt throbbing as you think about my cock sinking into you?"

"Ohh yesss... please... I want you."

"That's why I haven't called you. I want you hot... dripping... eager... excited... willing to do anything... are you that hot now, Meghan?"

"OOHHHHH YESSS! Anything!"

"Good. Pull up your skirt so I can see your naked cunt."

I yanked up to my waist immediately. "Beautiful cunt, but I can't see your slit well enough. Sit on the edge of the table and spread your legs.... yes! Like that. I can see the moisture between you lips. Put your right leg up on the seat of a chair and spread wide open."

Standing in the open window with the lights on, anyone outside who looked at the house would see me.

Hiking my leg up, I opened myself wide for my unseen lover. I felt like I was going to cum and I told him that and asked, "Are you going to fuck me?"

Spread wide open, I knew that Desmond could see every thing now... and so could everyone else.

"Tomorrow... someone else will be fucking you tonight."

"Who?" I asked puzzled.

"Outside, halfway down the street, there is a van parked at the curb. Two of my friends are inside. You will leave now... tell hubby you need some fresh air... anything you like, but leave now and go to the van. They will open the back and you will get inside. Once inside, you will suck one man off and fuck the other one."

"Whatever you want Desmond, but promise me that you'll fuck me tomorrow... please."

"Leave now. Hurry."

"Do I get to choose who fucks me and which one I suck?"

"That would be unpleasant for my friends. Ask them to flip a coin. The winner gets his choice. The loser takes what's left. You may choose who you do first. No more discussion. Leave now."

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"Oh yes! Suck it you hot Slut. Damn, can she ever suck cock, George. You made the wrong choice Buddy. Aaaahhhh fuckkk.. her mouth is like a suction pump... take it all... uungghhhh.."

Hal pumped his cock in and out of my mouth like a hot teenager.

"Fuck... the hot Bitch is taking every inch of it, Hal. You gonna cream her face and those big tits or are you gonna shoot a load into her mouth and belly?"

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh... aaaahhhh...shiittttt..."

"Hold her head, Hal, and mouth fuck her."

"Like this you mean? Aaah... aahhh... aaahhh... hot fuck hole bitch... suck it, Baby... SUCK IT!"

"PUMP HER, MAN! PUMP HER MOUTH HOLE!"

"FUCKKKKKKKKKK.... GONNA CUM... HERE IT COMES, SLUT... DRINK MY JUICE, HONEY... UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH...MMMMMMMMMMM!"

When the huge load shot into my mouth, there was no way I could swallow fast enough. Some of it spewed out the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin.

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"Ah what a cunt! WHAT A FUCK HOLE SHE'S GOT! Believe me, Hal, I didn't make no mistake taking her cunt hole. It's so damn tight and wet you wouldn't believe it... and the hot bitch is already cumming... her pussy is throbbing like a jack hammer."

"Uunnnnmmm... uummmmmm OOhhhh... OOhhhh ... Oohhhh Harder, you Bastard. Fuck me harder! Give it to me! Deep. Gonna cum! Oohhhhh shit... I'm cumminggggggggggg.... fuck meeeeeeeee!!"

"Man listen to her squeal when I pork her doughnut... Listen!"

George slammed his meat into my throbbing hole, and there was no way I could keep from howling: "GGGAHHHAAAAAAAA... FUCK IT! FUCK IT! UUNNNNMMMMMM!"

The hung stud fucked me like a wild bull... pounding me so hard I surged from one climax to another.

"Get down here close, Hal, so you can see my cock going into her cunt. Just watch it contract and throb around my prick. Man... she's some thing else. Don't know where Desmond finds such women... WHAT A HOT FUCK HOLE!"

Hal shoved a finger up my ass as slammed me even harder. I wailed as another orgasm surged through my cunt.

"Hot Bitch is cumming again. Un--fucking--believable!"

"You gonna pump her cunt full or pull out and cream her big tits?"

"Gonna jizz her hot cunt hole... get ready, Baby... big fuck load's going in!"

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A Suspicious Husband:

Meghan lay under me as I drove my cock in and out of her pussy. Every other time I pumped it to her, she grunted or moaned. Shoving my hands under her ass, I lifted her hips higher and pounded her even harder and deeper. She continued to moan every other stroke.

"Oh shit... I'm about to cum, Honey. Can you cum with me?" I grunted, trying to hold back my orgasm.

"Oh yeah, Baby. Pound my cunt, Lover. Shoot it innnn... flood me, Honey!"

That was all it took. As my load began to spurt into my wife's cunt, she moaned loudly and thrust her hips upward to take my erupting cock as deeply as possible. After I had collapsed on top of her body, her legs fell to the mattress and she lay passively beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath. When I pulled my rapidly softening cock from her pussy, she rolled off the bed and retired to the bathroom to wash up.

It had been like this for weeks. I had fucked enough women to know my wife was faking most, if not all, of her orgasms. She moaned and humped her ass, but her pussy did not go into hard spasms and her vagina never got soaking wet as it should have. If that wasn't enough, I could tell that her cunt was looser from having been stretched frequently by one or more larger cocks.

It was obvious to me that Meghan was cheating. I just didn't know how often, with whom, and with how many different men. Nor did I know how long it had been going on. Since we were together almost every evening, whoever was banging my wife had to be doing it during the day while I was at work.

"The dirty bitch," I thought. "While I'm working all day making money and then making even more money for us with my astute stock investments, she's out spreading her legs for some lazy stud. For the first time, I regretted living in a no-fault, community property state. Half of every thing we had would go to her even if she was fucking 20 different men. There had to be some way around this. The next morning I called a well known divorce lawyer and made an appointment.

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"Well Mr. Burditt," let me summarize the situation, if I may," Mr. Lennard Shapiro said after I had filled him in about my situation.

"You believe... very strongly... that your wife is seeing other men behind your back... cheating as it were. However, you have no tangible proof of that. Moreover, even if you had it, the best you might hope for in this state is slightly over half of the family assets... say a 55%-45% split. It is a community property, no-fault divorce state. I'm sorry, but that's the law."

"Is there no way around this? No way I could divorce her and cut her off with no part of our assets?"

"Only one. If your wife were to be convicted of a felony, you could divorce her and there would not necessarily be an even split of the couple's assets. If, in addition to the felony conviction, you also had tangible evidence of gross infidelity on your wife's part, the judge might award the bulk, or even all, of the assets to you. But lacking a felony conviction, you should resign yourself to a more or less even split of the assets."

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My next stop that morning was to the offices of Lambert and Dexter, Private Investigators. Mr. Earl Lambert listened closely to my story and even more closely to the information I had obtained from Lennard Shapiro.

"If your wife is seeing other men, I can pretty much assure you that we can get either audio or video evidence. Sometimes, we can obtain both. Getting her convicted of a felony offense will be much more difficult, I'm afraid. But, it's possible."

"How?"

After Lambert had explained his plan, he said, "Give me a week to see if we can find out if your wife is cheating and with whom."

"Ok. I'll see you a week from today."

When I left the offices of Lambert and Dexter, I thought Lambert's plan just might work.

One week later, I was again sitting in Lambert's office. "Well, Mr. Burditt, I'm afraid your suspicions are correct," Lambert was saying. "Your wife is definitely cheating. We've trailed her to three hotels in the last week where she spent the better part of four hours before leaving. Once, my agent observed a black Mercedes pull into your driveway. Your wife opened the garage door and it entered. It left about three hours later."

"Who's fucking my wife? One man... multiple men?"

"Unfortunately, we can't be sure. Obviously, we had no way to bug or see into whatever hotel room she and her lover or lovers were using. When he came to your house to fuck Meghan, we had cameras ready in all three bedrooms, in the den, and in the living room, but for some weird reason, they used the kitchen and later the garage. We do have an audio of them fucking. Your wife screamed so loud that there was no problem picking it up."

"Well, what's his name. What did she call him?"

"That's another unfortunate thing. She called him, "Darling", "Honey", "Big-cocked Stud", and I believe "My hot Cunt Fucker", but she never called him by name... not even his first name."

"Maybe I can recognize his voice," I suggested.

"Don't think so. His voice is an inaudible whisper except when he's grunting while plowing your wife's cunt or shooting his load into it."

"Didn't your agent see him when he arrived or when he left?"

"The windows of his car are tinted so darkly, nothing can be seen through them. I'm afraid we don't know who's screwing your wife's pussy. We just know for certain that it's being fucked... and fucked a lot."

"So we go to your Plan B?"

"That's the general idea. That Ok with you?"

I nodded.

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That evening as Meghan and I were eating dinner, I started things in motion by commenting casually, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that I made reservations for us at "The Chalet" in the Marriott Inn for this Saturday evening. They have live music for dancing afterwards. I should have asked you first, and if it's not convenient or interesting for you, I can cancel. No problem. What do you think?"

"I think dinner in a four-star restaurant followed by an evening of dancing would be marvelous."

"Great. The dinner reservations are for 8 PM. Wear something hot... please."

"All right, if you want me hot... you'll get me hot."

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When Meghan came out of our bedroom around 7:30 PM on Saturday evening, I was stunned. She was wearing a brown dress that I had never seen before. It was both expensive and revealing. The plunging V bodice didn't end until it was below her breasts leaving the entire inner half of both globes fully exposed. I didn't see what was keeping it over her tits. One quick movement, and it seemed to me that both of them would fly out.

I was stunned and embarrassed by how whorish my wife looked.

Not only were half her tits on display, almost all of her thighs were bare as the dress ended just a couple of inches below the junction of her thighs and buttocks. She wore no stockings. The only thing below the micro-mini dress was a pair of strapless brown sandals with 4-inch heels.

With one hand on her hip, Meghan grinned at me and said, "Is this hot enough for you, Honey?"

"My god," I almost shouted. "I said 'hot' not nearly naked! I don't think they will let us in to the restaurant with you dressed like that. Go put on something less revealing."

"This dress cost $425 plus tax. I love it, and there's no way I'm changing just because you can't handle it. You can either take me to "The Chalet" or call and cancel... your choice. If you cancel, be advised that I'm going out by myself."

"Oh shit... you're not even wearing a bra!"

"I am wearing a bra... see."

My wife pulled the bodice even lower allowing me to see a little of the bra. "Ok. I'm sorry. You are wearing a bra but I don't see that it's covering anything at all."

"It's not, Darling. It's just a uplift bra. It fits snuggly beneath your wife's big tits and pushes them up and out. Don't you think it makes me look hot and sexy?"

"It makes you look like a whore!" I shouted.

"Mmmmmmm... now there's a thought. We could increase the value of our stock portfolio even more that way."

"Bitch! Are you wearing any panties under that... that thing?"

"This 'thing' as you put it is a designer original... a very expensive designer original. Any man who thinks I'm a professional is going to conclude that he's going to need a four-digit figure to get my attention. And to answer your question, yes, I'm wearing panties. So, are we going together, or am I going out alone?"

I briefly considered telling Meghan to go alone, but I couldn't be certain that she would go to "The Chalet", so I said, "Of course, we're going together. There's no way I would let you go out alone in that thing... eh... designer dress."

"Wonderful, Honey. That way I already have a date... saves a lot of problems. You ready?"

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It was five minutes until 8 PM when I pulled our car into the circular drive leading to the entrance of "The Chalet". Immediately, the parking attendant was at the passenger-side door opening it for my wife. When she emerged from the car, she did it one leg at time so that the parking attendant knew for certain whether my wife was wearing panties or not even though I was still not sure.

The parkinig attendant was treated to a great view between my wife's thighs. I wondered if he saw her panties or her cunt.

The atmosphere of The Chalet was elegant and expensive, and, as I expected, 90% of the women looked at my wife with a mixture of disapproval, horror, envy, and interest. All the men looked at her with hot lust. Surprisingly, the Maitre D' didn't flick an eyelash. He greeted us cordially, his eyes staying on our faces without even momentarily dropping to inspect my wife's thrusting tits and exposed thighs. I was amazed... either he had the greatest will power of any man on the planet or he had to be gay.

As my wife followed him to our table, which I was again surprised to see was one of the best in the house, her hips and ass undulated sensuously. I was certain that most of the men we passed had at least partial erections from looking at her. Their wives were, of course, furious with both my wife and their husbands. I was quite confident that few of the men trying to see through my wife's dress were going to get any sex tonight from their wives.

As usual, dinner was superb, which was not surprising since the bill came to $185 for the two of us. We enjoyed dessert until 9:30 PM when the adjoining club opened and the music began.

This time, we were led to a semi-private table in an alcove close to the dance floor. As I had not asked for a premium table, I was again surprised. The place was almost full and the fact that we got such a table seemed odd to me, but why look a gift horse in the mouth, I said to myself.

I danced three numbers with my wife as planned. On the last one, I moved my hand to her ass and slowly worked her dress even higher on her thighs.

"Mmmmm... just a little higher, Darling, and every man here will know for sure whether I'm wearing panties or not when you don't know for certain yourself," Meghan whispered in my ear.

"I have a good mind to go ahead and pull it higher and let them see."

"Oh yes!" my wife hissed in my ear. "Do it, Darling. Show me off to all the men in here. Do it!"

Quickly, I considered the plan and decided that it might help things if I did as my wife was requesting. "All right, you hot slut. You asked for it!"

"Yessss... give it to me, Baby. Pull it up. Show everyone."

All I had to do was just move my hands a few inches higher on her ass taking the dress with me and I had half of my wife's ass exposed. She moaned in my ear. "Pull it higher... show me off, Darling."

My hands moved another two inches higher. The dress was now almost up to my wife's waist. Her hips began to hunch against my cock which, not surprisingly, was hard as a rock. Several men were watching the show. I found myself wondering what they were seeing.

After the song ended, we returned to our table. It was obvious that my wife was now flushed with excitement and hot as fire. Perfect! I thought as I saw Lambert's man sitting alone at the table just across from us.

The guy was perfect for the job. I had to give Lambert credit. He couldn't have made a better choice. I estimated he was late 20's or early 30's and devilishly handsome. I saw he was staring directly at my wife.

I motioned for the waitress who came over immediately. As I ordered a gin and tonic for myself and another glass of Chablis for my wife, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Meghan had seen the man and was returning his frank stare.

Turning back to my wife, I said, "Let's enjoy another drink for a bit while we rest and then we'll dance some more... Ok?" My wife nodded without any real interest. Not surprising, since her interest was now taken by the tall, dark, handsome stranger at the next table who was openly and very frankly staring at her tits and legs.

At that moment, the waitress returned with our drinks, and I accidentally... on purpose... dropped my wallet on the floor as I attempted to extract some bills to pay the tab and provide a tip. Reaching down to retrieve it, I glanced over at Meghan and saw she had her legs wide open giving the man at the next table a great view of either her panties or her naked cunt if she wasn't wearing any panties. Things were going even better than we had hoped.

From my position beside her, I could see my wife had her legs wide open, but I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties.

For the next five minutes or so, I talked about our investments with my wife nodding every now and then. At the next table, I saw the man opening rubbing his now very hard cock through his pants. My wife was squirming next to me with her hands below the table. I was virtually certain that she was rubbing her pussy as the man stroked his cock.

Almost as if we had carefully choreographed things for weeks, my cell phone rang. "Excuse me, Honey."

Speaking into the phone, I said, "Hello.... Can't it wait, Mr. Cavin? I'm out with my wife for the evening.... Can't you get Johnson to take care of it?... All right, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"That was my boss, Homer Cavin. The auditors are arriving first thing in the morning and Homer has found an apparent discrepancy in one of the ledgers. Johnson's out of town so I have to go in and take care of it. I dreadfully sorry. Shall I call you a cab or do you want to stay and listen to the music a little longer. It will probably take me two hours so I'll just come home when I'm done."

"I'll stay and listen for awhile, Darling. Don't worry about a cab. The club manager will call one for me. I'll be home when you arrive. I'm really sorry you have to leave. It was such a wonderful evening. Thank you, Honey."

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The first thing Monday morning, I stopped by the offices of Lambert and Dexter. I got in immediately and Lambert motioned me to a chair by his conference table. We sat down together, and he dropped a large manila envelope on the table.

"Well," he began. "I've got good news and bad news."

"Give me the bad news first."

"A couple of minutes after you left the club Saturday night, Wayne was sitting in your place."

"I'm not surprised. He already had my wife spreading her legs showing him her panties even before I left."

"I know. He told me. That was really the big problem. Meghan was hot as fire. I don't know what you did earlier in the evening, but Wayne said she was boiling hot as soon as he sat down."

"Why was that a problem?" I asked puzzled.

"Wait a moment and you'll see why. Wayne spent a few moments talking to Meghan telling her how sexy and beautiful she looked. He then spread out 20 one-hundred dollar bills... $2,000... on the table and offered it to your wife if she would have sex with him. Her response was to tell him she wasn't a professional. As we planned, he put an additional $2,000 on the table... $4,000 fucking dollars for a single fuck! And your wife turned him down flat."

"As hot as she was, I'm stunned. I thought she was hot to be fucked."

"She was... big time! When she turned down the four grand, she told Wayne she didn't want his money... she just wanted his cock in her cunt... as she put it."

"So it didn't work? Damn!"

"Yeah. That's what I said too... DAMN! I can hardly believe it. This is the first time I've seen it fail. Women hot to fuck just don't turn down $4,000 for what they're going to do anyway. But your wife did. That's the bad news. You won't be able to convict her of felony prostitution."

"What's the good news?"

"The good news is we got tons of photos, video, and audio of Wayne fucking your wife in ten different positions and with her screaming for him to fuck her married cunt harder... faster... deeper. She really went wild with him once he had her up in the hotel room. Take a look at some of these shots. Hot as hell."

Lambert pulled several of the photos out of the envelope. "Look at this one. Perfect shot of Wayne sucking your wife off as soon he got her panties off. Look how your hot wife is moaning. You can even see the guy's tongue on her clit."

Lambert was right. I could easily see Wayne's tongue sinking into my wife's cunt and licking her clit.

My cock got rigid looking at the high resolution color photo.

"And here's one just after he rolled her over onto her belly and put the meat to her. Wayne said she howled like hot whore as soon as he got it into her cunt." My cock got even harder.

I could easily imagine how loud Meghan was screaming when the stud pushed his cock into her.

"This is an even better shot. You can see Wayne's big whang pumping in and out of her hot hole. Look closely and you can see your wife's clit is hard and erect. See how she's holding herself open for him and how she's moaning." I felt like I was going to cum in my pants.

I almost shot off when I looked at the pic showing Wayne's cock stretching my wife's cunt and her mouth wide open in a scream or moan.

But this has gotta be the best shot of the century! Look at this hot baby!" The photo showed my wife mounted on Wayne's cock with her back against his chest. Her head was thrown back in what was obviously a loud scream. You could almost see her big tits bouncing as the thick shaft pumped in and out of her asshole. The view of cock in ass was awesome. I had to squeeze my thighs together to keep from soiling my pants.

I knew I would be jacking off many times looking at this pic.

"Really hot, huh? I jacked off several times looking at them pics," Lambert confirmed. "Go ahead if you like. Take it out and jerk it. I don't mind."

"Isn't that good? I mean for the divorce. Won't that help?"

"Yeah. It should help a little. She will tell the judge that you're a pathetic lover and she had no option. But it should get you a little better than an even split of the assets... maybe 55% for you, 45% for her... maybe. You can never be certain in these things. It depends on the judge."

I left the office with the thick envelope under my arm. At least, I would be able to embarrass the cheating bitch and listen to her pleading and begging me to forgive her. Fat chance! No way in hell I'm taking her cheating ass back. She's toast, I thought to myself.

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At the office that afternoon, I made copies of all of the photos and used the audio-visual equipment to make a duplicate copy of the video disc. When I got home that evening, I put the duplicate disc in the player and then told Meghan not to bother with dinner.

"Why? Are we going out to eat?"

"Forget eating. That's the least of your problems." I tossed the big envelope containing the duplicate copies of the photos on the table. "Take a look," I said smugly.

My wife sat down on the couch, flipped open the envelope and examined each photo carefully. At one point, she tossed the photo where she was mounted on Wayne with his cock buried in her ass and commented, "I was having an incredible orgasm when this was taken. Too bad you can't hear me screaming."

"Oh but we can," I said as I pushed the play button on the DVD player. Immediately, the screen lit up with an image of Wayne's head buried between my wife's wide open thighs with her tits sticking out of her dress. Her ass was humping wildly against his face. Two minutes into the video, she grabbed her tits, squeezed hard as her ass rose high, and then she came... hard. We could even see her cunt contracting in repeated hard spasms about Wayne's tongue.

We watched the 30 minute video to the end where my wife was screaming at the top of her lungs. Wayne had her knees shoved back against her tits plowing his cock in and out of her widely stretched asshole. The video ended with a shot of his huge load pouring out of her gaping ass.

"So, what now?" my wife asked.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"What's to say? Obviously, I like sex and cock. If you can handle that, we can stay married and have a lot of fun together. If you can't, then it's over. What's it going to be?"

"I'm going out for the evening. I'll be back in about three hours. When I return, I expect to see your worthless, cheating, dirty ass out of here. By the way, I've cancelled all your credit cards. You'll get the divorce papers in a couple of days."

"I won't need three hours, Cecil. Can you wait here for about 10 or 15 minutes?"

More than just a little puzzled, I told my wife I would give her 15 minutes. She nodded and walked from the room. Not quite 10 minutes had elapsed before she reappeared, this time carrying one, small suitcase.

Seeing me shaking my head more than a little bewildered, she smiled and said. "I don't need a big suitcase, Cecil. This just contains all my personal items, jewelry, make up, letters, books, papers, etc." Setting the case on the floor beside the table, she removed her wedding and engagement rings and placed them on the table in front of me. "I won't be needing these any longer. My attorneys will handle my end of the divorce negotiations. Goodbye, Cecil." Picking up her case, she walked out the front door without looking back. A minute later, I heard her car start and then I heard her driving away.

Still confused, I went into the master bedroom to see why my wife had not taken any of her clothes. When I opened her closet, I found it totally empty. All her clothes had been removed earlier in the day along with all other personal items in the house such as her favorite paintings and photos of her family. After an hour's search, I could not find a single item that provided any clue that Meghan Burditt had ever lived in the house.

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Knight's Club:

Desmond was waiting for me outside the ladies room when I emerged wearing my new outfit. He really knew how to select flattering clothes for a woman, which didn't surprise me in the least as he always seemed to know what would please a woman.

"It's lovely and sexy, Desmond. Thank you."

I could tell Desmond loved the way I looked. I could feel my vagina seeping moisture onto my thighs.

"My pleasure, Meghan, I assure you. My pleasure. Shall we? The others are waiting in the dining room."

Two men and two women were waiting for us at our table. Both men rose when we approached.

"Ah, Desmond. Mrs. Burditt is even more lovely and sensuous than you described. Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Of course, Vince, but Meghan is no longer Mrs. Burditt. Her divorce went through easily two weeks ago. Meghan, this is Mr. Vince Pelligrini, owner of more retail outlets than I could name in the next hour. The lovely blonde by his side is Mrs. Hawkes, Mrs. Jenna Hawkes. The handsome, aristocratic gentlemen to your left is Mr. Bryan Spraker, political power broker and attorney non-pareil, and his very sexy brunette friend is Mrs. Norrell, Mrs. Sharon Norrell. As the gentlemen know, but for benefit of the ladies, my lady-friend is Miss Meghan Carling, formerly Mrs. Meghan Burditt.

We took our seats, and almost immediately, a wine steward approached and waited. Desmond spoke. "Antoine, I think we shall require a 2005 Chateau Latour, Bordeaux, Pauillac and a bottle of 2005 Montrachet, Grand Cru. I think that will do for the wine order. Please have our waiter attend us immediately as we are anxious to adjourn to the game room."

"Yes, Sir. As you wish Mr. McShatko."

I could hardly speak when I heard Desmond's wine order. Jenna, the blonde, spoke when she should have remained silent. "I've heard of Chateau Latour, but not the Mon... eh... the other one. Are they expensive?"

Vince Pelligrini turned his hands face up by way of apology. The other two men just shrugged. It was obvious that Pelligrini had not picked Mrs. Hawkes for her knowledge or brains. Desmond responded cordially, of course. "Together, the two wines would normally retail for about $1,200, but the Club buys such wines in large quantities so we will be enjoying these two exquisite vintages for about $850.

Desmond removed a small black box from his suit coat pocket and placed it on the table in front of him. "Aren't these remarkable devices the club just purchased? All I have to do is just press this little button..." Desmond's finger pressed the button twice. Immediately, the insert inside my vagina throbbed to life sending vibrations up and down the length of my channel. There was no way I could keep my head from arching back, my eyes open, or my mouth closed. At the same time, my body began to tremble.

Desmond pressed the button a third time forcing a hissing moan to issue from my open mouth. He allowed my body to shudder helplessly for 15 or 20 seconds. When it was obvious that I was close to an orgasm, he hit the "off" button. Slumping in my chair, I gasped and panted with excitement, my vagina still pulsing. Desmond replaced the black box when the wine steward brought the two French vintages.

After the wine had been poured and our dinner orders placed, Desmond turned his attention to Pelligrini. "So, Vince, how long has Jenna been servicing your needs?"

"Several weeks now. Her husband wanted her to get a job. So now she has one... Her husband is elated. Of course, he doesn't know the ... eh... what should I say... eh... the details of her new job."

"And how about you, Jenna?" Desmond asked. "Are you elated?"

She opened her mouth to answer but never got the words out. Her back arched, her eyes clenched shut, as the insert stimulated her vagina into hard contractions. Pelligrini increased the intensity causing the blonde's hand to fly to her crotch and press hard against her pulsing clitoris. After 15 seconds or so, he turned off the insert leaving Jenna gasping and panting even harder than I had a few minutes previously.

The waiter was serving our entrees when Spraker decided it was Sharon's turn. At first, she tried to control herself, but Spraker simply turned up the intensity of the vibrations until the brunette was panting in sexual heat, her hips hunching in fuck motions. The waiter watched her body shaking as her hips thumped up and down on the chair's seat. I thought she was going to cum right there in the restaurant, but at the last moment, Spraker stopped the vibrations. Sharon's ass continued to undulate. She was too close to orgasm to stop. Her hand moved between her thighs and worked feverishly.

"Sharon!" came Spraker's authoritative voice. "Do not masturbate here in the restaurant!" Several men at nearby tables laughed at the shuddering brunette who somehow managed to pull her hand from between her thighs.

Speaking to the waiter, Spraker said, "Please take Mrs. Norrell to the kitchen so she can wash her hands before she begins eating." More laughter filled the room.

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As soon as dinner was over, the men escorted us into one of the many Knight's game rooms. Inside the room, there was a pool table, poker/card table, darts, a pinball machine, several couches, love seats, and a double bed. On one side of the room, there were several bondage devices.

We had no sooner entered the room than McShatko ordered me to mount the pool table.

I pulled my short skirt up and sat on the edge of the pool table, spreading wide.

"I've always wanted to fuck a beautiful sex slave on a pool table," he whispered in my ear. All I could do was moan in helpless excitement. All this man had to do was speak to me or touch me, and I began to quiver with hot anticipation. Being a billionaire's sex slave had enormous perks, particularly when the billionaire was Desmond McShatko who could make me cum harder and more often than any other man ever had.

"Do you want to show Vince and Bryan what's between your beautiful legs, Meghan?"

"Yeessssss..." I hissed unable to control the shaking of my body.

All three men stared between my open legs. God... how I loved it!

"Spread wide, Meghan. We all want to see your legs and what's between them."

Steepling one knee, I draped my other leg off the side of the pool table opening myself up completely.

I arched my hips when Vince moved close.

"She looks delicious, Desmond," Vince commented. Is her cunt tight?"

"Not as tight as it used to be," my lover replied. I blushed but spread even wider. "You can use it tonight if you like," Desmond offered. Turning to me, he said, "If Mr. Pelligrini decides to use your cunt tonight, Meghan, I expect you to please him."

"I will... I'm sure Mr. Pelligrini will be very pleased with my cunt."

"Get up on the table, Meghan. Feet on the table, knees up, feet spread. Arch your pussy high, Meghan. I think Mr. Spraker wants a closer look."

I had an orgasm when I was in position, wide open, cunt arched high.

I did as Desmond ordered, and Spraker moved in close... close enough to allow him to run his fingers up and down my panties right over my pulsing sex slit. "AAAaaahhhhhhhhhh... ooohhhhh... more... please more!"

"She's a swamp between her legs," Bryan commented.

"Of course. She needs to be fucked. And speaking of women who need to be fucked, I think Mrs. Hawkes is more than ready. Look."

I turned my head and saw Jenna spread wide on the couch, totally naked except for her heels. She was holding her cunt open in invitation.

Except for her heels, Mrs. Hawkes was naked. She held her cunt open in lewd invitation.

"I think you're right, Desmond. Vince are you going to put a load in her or shall I take care of her?"

"Why don't you pump one into her while I sample Sharon's cunt. I think she's also very ready."

Sharon was on the bed, knees steepled and feet up in the air in the classic female fucking position. Like Jenna, her fingers held her pussy open and slowly stroked her swollen, turgid clitoris.

Sharon was ready... very ready. Vince knew it and mounted her. A moment later her married cunt was filled with his hard cock.

Desmond pulled me to my feet and quickly stripped off my dress leaving me in just my heels and panties. He knelt in front of me and slowly pulled my panties down my thighs. When they were off, he activated my insert and began licking my clit. I came hard almost immediately. He increased the vibrations of the insert and sucked my throbbing clitoris into his mouth. I exploded and my juices spurted all over his face.

In the background, I could hear Jenna and Sharon groaning as the men pleasured them in some manner. However, I quickly lost interest in them as Desmond removed the insert from my cunt to make room for his huge cock. He pulled my ass to the edge of the pool table and nailed it into me in one thrust. I grunted loudly as it drove inward... stretching my hole as more cock entered me. Finally, I had the entire 8 inches inside my cunt.

Desmond was doing what he had always wanted to do... fuck a hot sex slave on a pool table.

I moaned in white heat as Desmond ground his pubic bone against my engorged clitoris making me cum again. Then the fucking began, and I lost all control. My feet jerked uncontrollably in the air; my ass hunched wildly upward to receive his hard thrusts; my big tits bounced back and forth with each stroke that thudded with masculine authority into my womb.

Abruptly, I was pushed onto my back on the table. Desmond hiked one of my legs up onto his shoulders and spread my other leg wide. As he fucked me, I realized that three other club members had come into the game room to watch us being fucked. At the moment, their eyes were glued to my gaping cunt as it took Desmond's thick 8-inch cock all the way to his balls.

The fact that three men were watching as Desmond fucked me had me wildly excited.

I came again when I felt Desmond's rod firing his load deep into my cunt. Of course, he never used a condom. So far, he was allowing me to use birth control pills, but I had been informed that he might decide to have me discontinue their use and breed me. Just the thought made my pussy throb.

Spraker had finished fucking Jenna at least 15 minutes before Desmond finished in me. He had been watching and was already hard again. When Desmond pulled his cock from my still throbbing pussy, Spraker lifted me off the pool table and said, "Bend over the chair, Meghan. I like fucking a woman doggy. Do you like it doggy?"

"I like it any way a man wants to give it to me, Mr. Spraker."

"Good. Bent over and arch your ass."

I did and as soon as it was in position, I felt another cock enter my cum-filled cunt. Squishing noises filled the room. Half were coming from Spraker's cock pumping my cunt; the other half was due to Pelligrini's prick screwing Mrs. Norrell's pussy, which was as full of cum as mine was.

As the hot squishing noises of cocks in cunts filled the room, the men watching began jacking off. Two of them shot their loads all over my body shortly before Spraker fired his load into the bottom of my pussy.

After Spraker had ejaculated inside my vagina, Desmond was hard again. He was lying on the pool table, and as soon as Spraker dismounted, I heard him order me to get on the table and mount his cock.

The feeling of his rod sliding into my drenched cunt hole made me cum. Desmond's cock always made me cum. My ass slid all the way down his shaft without any problem. I was so stretched and cum-filled, I could have taken a donkey. Desmond grunted when he his cock was fully planted inside my hot hole. Holding my hips, he began fucking me. I began cumming in response.

Every man in the room could see my cunt taking Desmond's cock as he fucked me.

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Revelation:

The judge gave me 55% of our assets, which was probably the best I could have hoped for. I continued to attend McShatko's lectures all the way to the end, which came a month after my divorce from Meghan became final.

I occasionally wondered what had become of my slut wife. I had not laid eyes on her since she had walked from the house that day six weeks previously. I assumed she was either working as a prostitute or as some low-paid secretary somewhere. Frankly, I didn't give a shit.

As I was parking my car at the auditorium for the last lecture, I saw an awesome Lamborghini Murcialago pull into a reserved space. I knew the car retailed for about $345,000 and was curious to see the driver who could afford such a driving machine. When the driver's door opened, the first thing I saw was a gorgeous leg emerge. Between the woman's thighs was a sexy pair of black panties. Her second leg emerged and then my ex-wife Meghan climbed from the car. She moved smartly on her 4-inch black stiletto heels into the speaker's entrance to the lecture hall. I was astounded, to say the least.

I couldn't believe it when I saw Meghan climbing out of the Lamborghini.

All through McShatko's lecture, Meghan sat beside the podium, her legs crossed but showing a lot of thigh nevertheless. Whenever McShatko wanted written material distributed, Meghan took care of the task. It was all I could manage to just listen to the lecture and take notes on the stock recommendations.

After the lecture, I waited outside the speaker's entrance. Finally, McShatko and Meghan came out, her arm linked through McShatko's.

"Good evening, Cecil. I hope you enjoyed tonight's final lecture and profit from it. I doubt that I need introduce you to your ex-wife."

"Hello, Cecil," Meghan said with a broad smile.

Suddenly the lights came on in my brain. "It was you!" I stammered in shock.

"Of course it was me. I'm really surprised it took you so long to figure out the obvious. I suppose that's why you work as an accountant for an annual salary that is less than the interest on my holdings every hour of every day."

"It was you who moved all my wife's things out of our house that last day!" I almost shouted.

"There's no need to shout, Cecil. Besides, I don't move things, nor do I wash windows or mow lawns. Some of my employees took care of that task for Meghan."

"But how did you know what was about to happen?"

McShatko shook his head as if he were addressing a young child. "Elementary, Cecil. Really elementary. As soon as my agents saw that moron you hired... what was his name... ah yes... Lambert. As soon as they saw Lambert or one of his agents following Meghan, I knew what was happening. It really couldn't have come at a better time."

"Why is that?" I asked still perplexed.

"Because, Cecil, Meghan and I were wondering how to remove you from the picture. I really prefer to have sole possession of my women, and Meghan had lost all interest in your pathetic efforts in the bedroom. Divorce seemed the only option, but if you fought it, who knows how long it would have taken."

"So, when you started having her followed, the solution was obvious... just let you divorce Meghan. All we had to do was give you the evidence you were paying Lambert to obtain. After that, we were certain you would do something stupid... like divorce the hottest woman on the planet even after she offered to stay married to you if you wanted her."

"Give me the evidence?"

"Yes, of course. You don't think you would ever have obtained any with that dunce Lambert if I had decided against it, do you? We simply arranged to fuck in a few hotels and let his agent see your wife going there. I wasn't sure that was enough, however. So I paid a visit to your house and fucked your wife for three hours in the kitchen and garage. I was sure the audio record would be enough."

My face was turning red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. But the two large bodyguards beside McShatko convinced me not to do anything rash.

"However, just to make you feel better, Cecil. I had judged incorrectly. With some well placed intelligence, we learned of Lambert's silly plan to convict Meghan of prostitution. You know, I had always thought that there was some upper limit to stupidity, but Lambert showed me I was wrong. His stupidity seems to be unlimited, as does yours."

"So your wife dressed the part... a hot prostitute and when ... what was his name... Wayne... yes... Wayne, moved in, she cooperated but then foiled his plan by refusing the money, but used the opportunity to drive you over the edge. By providing you photos and video of Wayne fucking her, we were certain you would file for the divorce we wanted, and, of course, you did. By the way, do you still jack off to those photos and video?"

"You Bastard!" I screamed at McShatko who showed no response. "I'm going to sue your ass for alienation of affections."

McShatko began to laugh. "There really isn't any limit to your stupidity, Cecil. First, I've already paid you many times over by telling you how to make money in the market, which there is no possibility in hell you could ever have done on your own. Second, I have a legal firm with approximately 35 attorneys... all the best... working for me. You won't even be able to secure legal representation to file suit... because every lawyer knows we will drag the case out for years. You can't afford to pay an attorney for years and none will take the case on contingency because the profit, even if they win, will be too small."

"However, I will make a deal with you. I will give you two more stock recommendations... both gilt edged... you have my word, if you will tell me the truth in response to one question. That's the best offer you'll ever get. Interested?"

"All right," I said in resignation. "What's the question?"

Again McShatko shook his head. "You make a lousy business man, Cecil. You should ask for the stock recommendations in advance. No matter. They're in this envelope."

I nodded and took the envelope. "Ok. What's the question?"

McShatko turned to my ex-wife and said, "Pull your dress down and show Cecil your gorgeous tits, Meghan." She didn't hesitate. Five seconds after McShatko's order, her dress was down and both huge tits were sticking out.

"Lovely aren't they. The best I've personally ever seen, and I've seen more than you can imagine, Cecil. Meghan, pull up your skirt up to your waist and bunch it there."

My cock got hard when I saw my wife jerking her dress up around her waist. Her thin, black panties did not completely conceal her cunt.

"Just look at her hips and ass, Cecil. Unbelievable... just fucking unbelievable. Now pull your panties down around your thighs, Meghan, so your ex-husband has a good view of your wet, tight, delectable cunt."

She jerked them down without hesitation and spread her legs just enough for her cunt slit to be easily seen.

My cock throbbed with lust as I gazed at my ex-wife's awesome body.

"Now for my question that you've promised to answer truthfully, Cecil. I want to know why in hell any man in his right mind would divorce an incredible woman like this when she's not only beautiful and sensuous, but she also loves sex. She even offered to stay with you and have a wonderful, excitement-filled life. I want you to tell me why."

I stared at the open, wet hole of my ex-wife's cunt. I could even see it throbbing. She cupped both tits, and smiled at me as she spread her legs wide open.

"Well, Cecil?" McShatko asked.

"Like you said, Desmond. Stupidity. Just total stupidity."

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