2007-08-31

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

Secret Slut
by RLM

Corrine was at the height of her sexual power and desire, but her husband had lost almost all interest in sex with her.
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Corrine Elgin smiled at her reflection in her full-length mirror. She thought she looked hot... in fact, she knew she looked hot. But more than that, she knew she was a hot piece. The problem was that her husband Glen didn't seem to think so... at least, he didn't respond the way other men did when they saw her and the way she was dressed.

Every time she and Glen went out, Corrine could feel the hot stares of the other men and the intensity of their lust. Glen wasn't indifferent to her, but he certainly wasn't lusting over her. It was absolutely obvious to Corrine that almost every man above the age of 14 and below 70 (or maybe 80) wanted to fuck her. She was also certain that most of those men, given the chance, would have had no problems getting it up and screwing her into the mattress. She even felt most of the 70-year old men could and would have fucked her.

Glen. however, seemed perfectly satisfied to screw her once a week. "Well, at least things have gotten a little better since I've started dressing hot," I said aloud. "Glen's fucking me once a week instead of once a month. At least, if he can get it up. Since half of the time, he can't, it's actually twice a month."

I didn't have a clue about what my husband's problem was. It was so weird... so unexpected... given the way things had gone during the first two years of their marriage. As I did my makeup, my thoughts turned to those early years.

During those first two years, Glen was after me constantly... usually he fucked me at least once everyday, and more often than not, two or three times. Not only was he banging me constantly, he was doing it in erotic, kinky ways that really turned me into a sex-crazed slut. It had started slowly and then escalated rapidly. During the second month of our marriage, I was searching my dresser for some panties but found none.

"Did you hide my panties, Glen?" I remembered asking him.

"No. I threw them all away. No more panties for you, Darling." he had said firmly with a big grin.

"I can still remember screaming at him," Corrine giggled remembering that all her screaming got her was a sexy spanking over Glen's legs right on her naked ass. I remember vividly how much my ass was stinging and how hot I was when he finally let me up. God! That sexy bastard bent me over the back of the couch and fucked me like a hot whore. It was fabulous!

A week later, he started having me remove my bra before we went out. With my big 34D tits, going without a bra was nearly obscene. But damn! I loved every second of it.

By the end of the third month, Glen was having me flash my tits and pussy at men when we were in public. It was so incredibly sexy and hot! We would go to a mall and Glen would have me stand by the railing on the second floor with my feet apart. It never took long before a group of men would be standing below me looking up my dress at my naked cunt. God... sometimes I would cum I got so hot doing that.

Then, came the miniskirts. With no panties on, it was impossible not to flash. The hottest times were when he took me to a department store and had me ride the escalators while he rode up well behind me and watched all the men staring at my naked cunt beneath the short skirt.

Eventually, we even tried some bondage games. Often, Glen would tie me in some erotic, open position and then spend the rest of the evening making me cum... either with a vibrator or with his cock. It wasn't too long before men began to hit on me.

After this began, Glen constantly wanted to know every thing the men said to me and what I replied. He even wanted to know if I might like to have sex with some of the hotter guys who hit on me. Then, for some reason, things began to change.

At the start of our second year of marriage, the kinky, erotic games gradually began to decrease. After 18 months of marriage, they stopped completely. We were still having frequent sex, but after the second year, this also began to decrease. I knew the sex would slack off as time went by, but I had expected it to level off at 3 or 4 times a week... at least until we were past 40. Instead, after only five years of marriage, it was down to twice a month, and Glen was only 31 while I was 28 and just reaching the peak of my sexual stamina and desire. I was so fucking hot and horny all the time, there was no way I could remain faithful. But I did keep it secret.

When I finished applying my makeup, I pushed all thoughts of the past out of my mind. I needed to concentrate on the present if I was going to take care of my problem and avoid losing my mind. We were going to a party at the Randalls tonight. Fred Randall was Glen's boss, and he and his wife Helen always gave great parties... lots of food and drink, dancing, and a lot of sexy flirting. Hopefully, when we got home, Glen would be hot to fuck me. Judging from my husband's performance for the past couple of years, there essentially no chance that was going to happen. But I was equally certain that other erotic things would happen at the party.

Before leaving my bedroom, I checked my appearance in the full-length mirror one more time. My beige skirt just barely covered my ass, and my legs looked hot in the 4-inch CFM heels. With nothing underneath my white blouse and the top two buttons open, a lot of cleavage was showing, and the imprints of my nipples and the bouncing of my tits every time I took a step made it obvious that I wore no bra. I had no doubt about the reaction I would get from the men at the party.

Corrine thought she looked hot enough to turn men's heads at the party.
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Party at the Randalls:

As I expected, Glen's reaction when he saw me come into the den was a calm, "You look very nice, Corrine. Are you ready?"

I took a few minutes pretending to check my handbag and checking the back and utility room doors to see if they were locked. Actually, what I was doing was swinging my ass and causing my unfettered tits to bounce and sway to see what reaction I could get from Glen.

He just waited at the door impatiently and finally said, "I've already checked the doors. Come on, Corrine. Let's go." I gave up and a few minutes later, we were on our way to the Randalls for the party.

Throughout the drive, I sat with my legs crossed and my ultrashort dress far up my thighs. Glen never once glanced at my exposed legs.

Once we were at the party, the attitude of the men I met changed drastically, as I knew it would. Everyone of the men were checking out my legs, my ass, and my bouncing tits. Glen wandered off to the bar. It wasn't long before Fred Randall approached.

"My god! Corrine. You are a walking dream. Just fantastic!" His eyes were roaming over my body as he said it.

"Thank you, Mr. Randall. I wish my husband were as appreciative."

"His loss... our gain. And call me Fred. Your husband addresses me as Mr. Randall... you call me Fred. You know, I didn't realize that you have such large, luscious breasts, Corrine," Fred said with a conspiratorial wink. "May I ask..."

"They're 34D, and yes you may." I returned his wink.

"I don't have to ask if you're wearing anything under your blouse. It's obvious that you're not. I was wondering what's under the skirt. Panties?"

"Yes. The skirt's too short to go without them to a party."

"No skirt's too short for that, Corrine.... but to change this delightful subject, I'd like to introduce to you Ralph Cordell. Ralph's a silent partner in our company and one of my best friends. He's been dying to meet you ever since you and Glen walked in the front door."

When Cordell walked up, I actually felt his eyes on me, mentally undressing me right there in the middle of the room. The man was about 38, devilishly attractive, dark hair, powerful, maybe 6'2", 190 lbs of solid muscle. He was dressed casually in tight pants and a T-shirt, which was stretched so tautly across his chest, I could see the bulge and ripple of his muscular chest and biceps. The V-neck of the shirt allowed a mat of dark hair to show as if to stress his virile masculinity. I felt my thighs becoming wet.

"Ralph, I'd like for you meet Corrine Elgin. She's Glen's wife... you met Glen yesterday. He's our associate director of accounting."

"Hi, Corrine. I told Fred that if he didn't introduce me to you, I wouldn't be voting my company stock in his behalf the next time we were electing a company CEO."

"Well, that's very flattering, Ralph. So, now that Fred has introduced you, will you be voting your stock for him?"

"Of course. I want to spend some time... no a lot of time... with you this evening, Corrine."

"I'm with my husband."

"So? Is your husband the jealous type? Is he going to create a scene? Beat me up? What?"

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Ralph's powerful body. "I'm sure he's not going to beat you up, Ralph. He might create a scene, but it's unlikely. He might get jealous if I spend too much time with you. What do you have in mind?"

"You know what I have in mind. I'm going to fuck you."

Just like that! "I'm going to fuck you!"... as if I had nothing to say about it. "What makes you think I'm going to allow you to fuck me?"

"Because you're horny and hot, and your husband is ignoring you. Your tits are practically falling out of your blouse, your dress just barely covers your luscious ass, and you legs look hot in those heels... yet, your husband hasn't even looked at you since you arrived. Right now, he's over at the bar lapping up drinks when he should be working out some way to lap up the juices from your pussy. Enough of this... undo two more buttons on your blouse so I can see your tits better."

I was shocked but I found myself slipping two more buttons open. My tits were about to fall out. I was very close to an orgasm.

Ralph stared at my exposed tits as my pussy gushed secretions down my thighs.
Beautiful! Hot! Now let's dance so I can feel you."

As I moved into Ralph's arms, I glanced in the direction of the bar and saw my husband watching a game on TV while talking to one of the other men in his office. He never looked in my direction.

Ralph pulled my body tightly against his, crushing my tits into his chest as his hands roamed over my hips and back and downward onto my ass. He said he wanted to "feel" me, and he was certainly doing exactly that. As his fingers delved into my ass crack through my short skirt, he was whispering in my ear, telling me every thing he wanted to do to me.

"I can't wait to slide my tongue up your hot cunt slit onto your throbbing clitoris... then back down to your opening and inside. When you're humping against me, I'll move back to your clit and use my tongue on its engorged shaft and over the sensitive tip. Is your clit hard and erect right now, Corrine?"

"Ooohhhh god... yes!"

"Are you wet?"

"Oooohhh ... very... very wet, Ralph."

"Of course you are," he whispered in my ear at the same time as he opened the last of the buttons on my blouse and spread it open. My tits surged out into the open in front of several men. When I saw them staring at my chest, instead of embarrassing me, it just got me even hotter. By the bar, Glen was still watching the ball game on TV.

Several men were checking out my naked tits, but not my husband.
"I'm going to slide my hand beneath your skirt and feel your wetness."

"But my husband might look this way and see you feeling me," I protested, hoping he would ignore me. He did.

"Move your feet further apart so I have room to feel you hot wet sex hole." I did as he had ordered, and immediately, I felt Ralph's hand moving under my dress... up my thighs..."

"ooohhhhhh yessssss!" I hissed in his ear.

The hand moved higher. It was at the edge of my panties. "Your thighs are wet with the secretions from your cunt, Corrine. Let's see just how wet you are. Spread wider."

As I moved my feet even further apart, my vagina throbbed. Ralph felt it. "Hot bitch. Your cunt is already throbbing."

His fingers moved beneath my panties. "oohhh! ooohhh! ooohhh! aaaahhhh!"

"Wet fuck hole... swollen lips... throbbing cunt... big, hard clitoris... erect... throbbing... I wonder if it will jerk and throb if I flick the tip with my fingernail? Shall we experiment, Corrine?"

All I could do was pant, my body shuddering in his arms. "Shall I flick your clit, Corrine? Answer me!"

"Yesss.... oh god.. yess!"

"Yes what? Tell me."

"My clit... flick my clit... please."

"Your husband might see me doing it," he said as his fingers toyed with my vaginal opening... sinking inside a inch and withdrawing... spreading me open."

"I don't care... please... my clitoris... please do my clit."

When Ralph's index finger nail scraped over the ultra sensitive surface of my fully erect and engorged clitoris, it contracted in an intense spasm and then began to throb.

"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" I hissed in hot pleasure in Ralph's ear. His finger slipped out of my panties, and I wailed, "NO! NO! Please don't take your finger away. Make me cum. Make me cum, you sexy bastard."

"Not yet, Corrine. I decide when you cum. Understand?"

I nodded my docile acquiescence as sensuous, erotic spasms continued to ripple through my clitoris and pussy.

"Do you suck cock, Corrine?"

"Not very often. I usually give Glen... he's my husband... a blowjob on his birthday."

"And he is undoubtedly grateful. Do you deep throat him?"

"No. I never have. I've never deep throated any man's cock."

"You will deep throat mine. Every time you suck it, you will take all of it into your throat. And you will suck me on command. Understand?"

"Yess," I heard myself moan.

"And if I order to you suck me right now, what will you do?"

"Probably beg you to take me somewhere private first."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then, I would have to suck you right here on the dance floor."

"After you cock suck me into your throat, Corrine, I'm going to fuck your pussy... hard... deep. After that, your ass. Have you been ass fucked before?"

"No. Never."

"Your anal virginity ends tonight."

"Ooohhhh god."

"Feel my cock. NOW!"

Slipping my hand between our bodies, I moved to Ralph's crotch and felt for his manhood. It wasn't hard to find. I couldn't get my hand all the way around it... not even close. It was also long as well as thick. "Oh my god... I can't take that."

"You will take it... you will love it... you will have repeated, intense, screaming orgasms on it. You will beg me to put it back inside you... in any hole of my choice."

Suddenly, an intense, spasm shot through my clitoris and spread out from there... up my belly, down my thighs, into my pulsing vagina... even my asshole began to contract and pulse. My body was shaking so hard, I had to hang onto Ralph to keep from falling. There was no way I could suppress the intense moan of female pleasure that seemed to spew right out of my climaxing cunt.

"UUNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMM... UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Several other couples dancing nearly stopped dancing and watched me cumming. One man slipped his hand into his partner's panties and began finger fucking her and working her clitoris.

The next thing I knew, Ralph was leading me off the dance floor, my naked tits bouncing with every step, to one of the bedrooms. As soon as the door closed, he was kissing me passionately, his tongue deep inside my mouth. I had no will to resist him, nor did I want to. What I wanted was to kiss him back, and I did... just as hard as he was kissing me.

It only took him a few moments to get me out of my blouse and jerk my skirt up around my waist. "Ooohhh god... hurry, Ralph. Hurry," I groaned.

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The Angels scored seven runs in the bottom of the seventh inning. That rally broke wide open an otherwise tight game. All that was left was moping up for two more innings. Consequently, I lost interest in the game and asked the bartender to mix me another bourbon and soda on the rocks.

As I sipped the drink, I looked around the dance floor and the den for Corrine without luck. I realized that it had been at least two hours since I had last seen her, so I checked out the kitchen, the living room, the deck, and the dining room, but still couldn't find my wife.

I did, however, see Fred Randall talking to another couple near the dance floor. Walking up, I said, "Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt Mr. Randall, but I'm looking for my wife Corrine. Have you seen her lately?"

"As a matter of fact, I have, Glen. I saw her outside about 10 minutes ago with Marge. They were busy looking over the grounds and gardens. Corrine was taking it all in."

"Thanks, Mr. Randall," I said as I hurried out the front door toward the gardens.

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"Take it all, you hot sexy, Bitch. Take it!"

"Oh yessss... Give it to me, Ralph!"

"Like this, Corrine? Take it!"

"UUNNGGGHHHHHH!"

"And this!!"

Ohhhhh FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT!
"You've got eight inches. Want more?"

"Yesss... ohhhh god yes! Make me take all of it!"

"You want all nine inches... then TAKE IT, BITCH!" I couldn't stop grunting and howling as Ralph plowed me with his hard, sex spike. Every time it thudded into my womb, it made my legs fly straight out... rigid with my toes curlinig back.

When he felt my cunt throbbing around his dick and knew I was about to explode, he pulled out, turned me over into doggie position, and rammed his rod back into my throbbing hole. The fucking was so hard... so fast... so intense, I was not only cumming... I was losing bladder control.

"ooohhhh, Ralph... I'm about to cum!"
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH... GOD! OOOHHHHH... FUCKKKKKK!"

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There were large gardens on both sides of the huge front lawn and another one in the center that was ringed by the circular entry driveway. I started on the left and worked my way to the center and then to the gardens on the right. There were two couples looking over the scenic gardens along with one or two singles, but after 20 minutes of searching, I still couldn't locate Corrine.

I saw John Haskel whose office was just down the hallway from mine. "Hi, John. I'm looking for Corrine. Have you seen her lately?"

"No. Not for some time. I saw her shortly after you arrived. She was talking to Fred Randall and one of his friends. I wandered off and haven't seen her since." John turned to his wife and asked, "How about you, Carol. Have you seen Corrine?"

"She was dancing with Randall's friend. But that was well over an hour ago. I haven't seen her since."

"Ok. Thanks." I headed back inside and once again saw Fred Randall. He saw me coming. "Hi, again, Glen. I guess you found your missing wife."

"No, I didn't. Where is she?"

"Corrine finished looking over the gardens in the front of the house, Glen. She's taking things in by the back door now."

"Thanks, Mr. Randall. I'll check right now."

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"Ooohhhhh shit! It's so fucking big! Go easy... let me get used to it before you start fucking me with that thing."

"Easy, Stud. You're so fucking big!"
"And you're incredibly tight. Haven't you had it by the back door before?"

"Yeah, but only from guys about half as big as you. OOOHHH! UUGGHH! UGGHHH! Please... not yet. OOMMPPPFFFF... UUGGGH! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?"

"I just gave you two more inches of cock, Corrine."

"Oh fuck... is it all in yet?"

"Nope... another inch to go. You ready to take it by the back door, Baby? Doesn't matter... cause I'm going to give it to you ... right now!"

Nine inches of meat were buried in Corrine ass now.
"UUGGGHHHHH... GAAAHHH... EEEIIIEEEE!"

I was still gasping for breath as the thick, long shaft pounded me ... hard... fast... deep. "Ass fuck meeeeeeeeee!!" I heard myself screaming.

"Fuck me harder, Ralph. I'm about to cum!"
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"I still can't seem to find Corrine, Mr. Randall. Are there other gardens or statues she might be taking in?"

"Nope. I think your wife has taken in every thing by this time, Glen. Why don't we go have a drink together. I'm sure Corrine will be wander in pretty soon."

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"Oh Fuck! I've never felt so full in my life, Ralph. Have I got it all?"

"You've taken every thing, Baby. I'm going to start fucking your ass now, Corrine. Just relax. Keep your head down, your hot ass up, and your knees spread. You're not going to believe how hard you cum."

I couldn't suppress the groan when I felt Cordell pulling 7 or 8 inches of cock out of my ass. My groan turned to a hot shriek of pain/passion when he rammed the entire length back into my ass. As soon as his balls banged against my pussy, he jerked the shaft out of my hole and used his hands to spread my ass cheeks open to expose my now gaping ass hole.

My gaping, throbbing asshole
Satisfied with how much he had stretched my ass, Ralph slammed his dick back inside. His hand moved around my hips, located my clitoris, and began rubbing it hard. Once more, the thick, 9-inch male piston drove into my ass. The pain had subsided and only the hot pleasure of this stud male's prick remained. He banged me hard... fast... deep. My clit erupted and I had an intense orgasm. With my vagina unplugged, my juices squirted forcefully out of my hole in a thick stream.

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Swallow it all, you hot bitch! Don't you dare miss a drop unless you want my belt on your sexy, hot ass."

"UUmmmppffff... ooommppfff!"

"Oh Baby... you got eight inches of mean down your throat. You ready for a hot drink?"

"UUMMMmmm huuh... ooommppfff... uummppfff!"

"Here it comes, Corrine. Drink it down!"

I swallowed as fast as I could, but the load was so huge, it wasn't fast enough.
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Randall and I sipped our drinks and chatted about the business for at least a half hour before I finally saw my wife on the other side of the room chatting with Carol Haskell. As I watched, I saw Carol nodding toward me. Then she pulled Corrine close and whispered something in her ear. My wife smiled and then seemed to giggle before she kissed Carol on the cheek and headed my way.

Fifteen minutes later, at nearly 12:30 AM, we thanked the Randalls for a nice party and headed home.

As soon as we were inside our house, Corrine unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her blouse quickly followed. As she walked toward our bedroom, her tits bouncing and her ass swinging wearing just her heels, she started pulling down her panties. My wife looked back over her shoulder at me and said, "If you're interested in fucking me tonight, I'm available... as usual."

"I'm hot and horny if you're interested, Honey."
When I reached our bedroom, Corrine was already lying in the middle of the bed, naked. She had her feet planted on the bed arching her ass. With her legs spread, I had a frontal view of her exposed cunt. It looked open, wet, and more than ready. "Do you want to fuck my cunt or just look at it?" she asked.

"It's already 1 AM, Corrine, and I've had several drinks too many. How about a raincheck?"

"You want a raincheck? Sure... no problem, Glen. You can put it in your desk drawer along with the other hundred or so rainchecks I've given you in the last couple of years. Without another word, my wife turned over, and promptly fell asleep.

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A Visit from the Boss:

Glen was in his office working the accounting ledgers for the month when Fred Randall entered. As usual, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the company CEO.

"Good morning, Glen. Have you recovered from the party Saturday night? You were looking pretty smashed by the time you left."

"I had a hang over on Sunday, but back to full speed now, Mr. Randall."

"Great! I just spoke with John Haskel, and he's not going to be able to work up the contracts for Baxter Industries today as he's still snowed under with work on the Morrison account. I want you to handle the Baxter contracts. We need them yesterday. Ok?"

"Whatever you say, Mr. Randall, but I still haven't gotten all the accounting ledgers up to date for last month yet. Purchasing was slow in getting all the invoices to me. Not their fault... just the way things happen. What do you want me to do?"

"Do the Baxter contracts first. When you're done, you can go back to work on the ledgers. I know that's a lot of work. Can you handle it?"

"I'll skip lunch and get as much done as I can. I'll stay until 7 PM then I have to get home."

"Great! You're a superb team player, Glen. I'll tell you what. I know you really like the corned beef and Ruben sandwiches from Shapiro's Deli. I'll have my secretary go over there around 11:30 and get you one of each with a couple of bottles of Bud and cheesecake for dessert. You can eat while you work on the contracts and ledgers. And don't even think about paying for it. I'll take it out the company emergency accounts for incidentals."

"That would be wonderful, Mr. Randall. Thank you."

"No... thank you, Glen. You have no idea how much I appreciate you're being so willing to pitch in and help."

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I was still in my robe having a bowl of cereal with fruit and coffee for breakfast when my cell phone rang. I was almost certain who was calling even before I opened my cell and looked at caller ID. As I expected, it was Fred.

"Good morning, Honey. I was expecting you to call."

"Why? I don't always call you on Monday morning."

"No, but you usually don't have to entertain guests at your parties while I'm entertaining your silent partner and good friend. Usually, it's you I'm entertaining at one of your parties."

"True... very true. By the way, Ralph told me you were fantastic! Of course, I knew you would be. You always are, which is the reason I'm calling. I want to fuck you today."

"MMMmmmmm... that sounds hot and sexy. When will you be here?"

"I have one more thing to handle and I'll be on my way. I'll be there around 11:00."

"11:00? You know that Glen sometimes comes home for lunch. It's only a short drive."

"He won't be home today. I'll got him snowed under with work. I'm even having lunch brought into him so he will be certain to stay in his office working on the ledgers and contracts. Have to give Glen credit. He really gets into his work."

"Just like you work on his wife, and really get into her," I said seductively.

"I want you naked with I arrive. Just heels. Nothing else. And you know exactly the way I want you when I arrive. Leave the front door unlocked."

"I'll be ready for you, Stud. I always am."

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The clock over the mantle was striking 11 AM when I saw the front door open and Fred Randall enter. I pulled my legs even higher and spread them wide open. I was on the couch facing the door... just as I knew Fred wanted me to be. His eyes were glued to my naked cunt when he came into the room. I could see his hard erection tenting his pants.

"Gorgeous! Just fucking gorgeous, Corrine, but aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh god yes! I'm sorry, Darling." Quickly, I thrust my hand between my gaping thighs and spread my pussy wide open with my fingers so he could see into my hot, slowly pulsing cunt.

"Is this the way you want me, Lover?"
"Better... much better. Spread it wider, Mrs. Elgin, so I can see what I'm about to fuck."

"Like this, Lover?" I pulled myself wide open.

"Just like that! Stay that way!"

I held my pussy open with my legs up and back while Fred stripped himself. His thick, 7.5-inch cock was hard as stone. It jutted straight up into the air, precum leaking from its tip in anticipation of sinking into me. When he was naked, he moved right in front of the couch, his cock no more than a foot or so away from my sex hole.

"Fuck me!" I hissed with hot female need.

"Did Glen fuck you Saturday night after the party?"

"No. I offered, but he was too tired... or so he said."

"And Sunday? Did he fuck this luscious cunt on Sunday?"

"No."

"You must be climbing the walls by now. Want this cock up your pussy, Corrine?"

"Oh god, YES! Stick it in me! Please!"

"Not yet. I can see your clit. It's hard... erect. I can see it pulsing. I think it needs tongue more than your cunt hole needs cock."

Fred got on his knees and moved his head between my gaping thighs. A moment later, I was screaming at the top of my lungs as my hot lover licked my exploding clitoris.

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I couldn't believe the amount of work I had on my desk. The Baxter contracts were extremely complicated. In addition, since Haskel had been the one who was supposed to take care of the job, I had to bring myself up to speed on the negotiations before I could even begin to start on the contracts.

By 11:30, it was obvious that I would not only not be able to go home for lunch, it was also clear that I would have to stay at work until 6 or 7 PM. I took a short break to call Corrine to let her know and to suggest that we go out for a late dinner.

I had to let the phone ring ten times or so before my wife answered. "Hello," she said.

"Hi, Honey. It's me. I'm just calling to let you know that Mr. Randall dumped the Baxter contracts on my desk as a "rush" order... you know the type... needed to be done yesterday. I also have to work on the monthly ledgers."

"Ooohhh god. Aaahhhh damn!"

"I'm really sorry, Corrine. Mr. Randall was adamant. The Baxter contracts have to be ready today... no excuses. He can be really dominant and demanding at times."

"Ooohhh yesss... I know."

"Anyway, don't expect me for lunch, and don't cook dinner. We'll go out for a late dinner. Is that Ok?"

"Oohhh yes... it's more than just Ok... it's fantastic, Darling. I love it!"

"Great. I was worried that you would be angry with me."

"I'm not angry, Glen. There's nothing either you or I can do when Mr. Randall sticks it to you. As you say, he's incredibly demanding. We just have to take it and try to handle it even when it's hard... really hard... and demanding... mmmmmm.... just do the best you can... I'll see you later this evening, Glen."

"Ok. I love you, Honey."

As soon as I broke the connection, I screamed, "FUCK ME HARDER, DAMN YOU! I'M SO CLOSE... RAM ME, STUD. GIVE IT TO ME!"

Fred drove deep, just as Corrine had requested.
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The clock on the wall chimed twice. I had been working non-stop since 8 AM, 6 hours with only 20 minutes break to eat the sandwiches Margo had brought me from Shapiro's Deli. I had just finished the Baxter contracts and now had to start on the ledgers. I needed a break before I continued. Fortunately, Margo picked that moment to appear at my office door.

"Still hard at it, I see," she said with a smile.

"Yeah. Nose to the grindstone and that sort of thing. I just finished the Baxter contracts and now have to start on the monthly ledgers," I replied unable to keep my eyes off the generous amount of cleavage the V-neck of her dress showed. The way she looked, I figured that Randall was fucking her regularly.

"You've already finished the Baxter contracts? Wow! That is impressive, Glen. And you had read all the notes on the negotiations before you could even start. How did you do it?"

"Well, I've had a lot of practice, and I work pretty hard."

"I'll say. When do you think you might finish the ledgers?"

"I thought it might take me until 6 or 7 PM, but who knows? I might finish in time to get home by 5 PM." For some reason, that statement seemed to fluster Margo.

"Why rush? What's the hurry?"

"I just don't like being late and making my wife wait for me. She's usually angry when that happens."

Margo sat down in front of my desk and said, "Why don't we take a break and head over to Starbucks? You can buy me cup of coffee and a croissant." She crossed her legs and her short skirt moved far up her thigh. I couldn't keep from staring at her shapely thigh, and she made no effort to pull her skirt down to cover the wide expanse of bare thigh flesh she was showing. That plus her cleavage was giving me an erection.

Margo's tits and exposed thigh had me hard.
"I don't think Mr. Randall would approve of my taking his secretary out for coffee in the middle of the day, not to mention my wife."

"Trust me, Glen. Mr. Randall would want you to relax so you will be doing a good job. You can't do that if you're exhausted. And why would your wife object to us having a cup of coffee together. Unless, of course, you intend to take the opportunity to fuck me. Do you intend to fuck me?"

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"Bounce that hot ass, Corrine. Pump you pussy on my cock, Baby. I'm about to shoot another load into you!"

"Ooohhhh god... shoot it, Stud. Shoot it into me!"

The sounds of flesh slapping flesh and cock thudding into cunt filled the room.
Fred thrust his hips upward driving his cock into Corrine's vagina deep and hard. At the same time, she rammed her hips down on his sex spike. Loud female moans filled the Elgin home along with the hot grunts of an excited male shooting his load into a throbbing female hole.

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The Starbucks coffee was hot, strong, and aromatic. It's aroma was intoxicating as was the sight of Margo's big tits that seemed about to fall out of her dress as she leaned across the table.

"You never answered my question, Glen. Are you going to hit on me? Try to get me into bed? Fuck me?"

I was hard... really hard... like I hadn't been with my wife in a long time. But I heard myself saying, "I can't cheat on my wife, Margo. Even though I'd love to have sex with you."

"You don't think your wife cheats occasionally?"

"No. I doubt that she's ever been with another man."

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"Oh gawd damn you, fuck me harder! Stop teasing my pussy and fuck it, Lover. Ram it in deep. Make me cum again... aaaahh... aaahhh... ooohhhhh shit... your cock ... so fucking thick... aaaahhhhhh!!"

"You want it deep, huh? Hot fuck bitch. How about I lift your leg up and open up your hot cunt. Think it go deep enough now?"

"OMG! YES! LIKE THAT! POUND IT INNNNNNNNN!"

"Like this!"

"UUGGHHH!"

"Or like this!!"

"AAAAHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!"

"Take it you hot bitch. UGH! UGH! UGH! That hard enough for you?"

"I'M CUMMINGG! I'M FUCKING CUMMMINGGGGGGGG!!!"

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"Does Mr. Randall fuck you, Margo. It's none of my business, of course, but you've got me so hard, I'm going to ask anyway."

"Of course he fucks me, Glen. Three or four times a week. He's very good. But he's ... eh... he's out for the rest of the day. We could use his office. I'm a very hot fuck. You could bend me over his desk or put me on top of it."

"I don't know, Margo."

"When we get back, you can take off my panties and spread me. Then you can decide if you'd like to fuck me. Ok?"

"If I do that, Margo, I'll never be able to resist. Let's go back."

Margo checked her watch. "When to you think you'll finish the ledgers and get home now, Glen?"

I looked at my watch and shrugged. "At this delightful interlude with you, Margo, there's no way I can finish before 6 PM."

For some reason, she seemed pleased with that and said no more about us fucking in Randall's office, which was a crazy idea anyway.

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"I'm cumming, Fred... ooohhhh god... now... now... now! Cum in me, Baby!"

"I want to cream those big tits of yours this time!"

"Then DO IT! SHOOT ALL OVER MY TITS, LOVER. CREAM ME!"

Fred pulled his jerking rod out of my pulsing vagina, moved up straddling my chest, and jerked his thick organ. It only took him a few pulls on his shaft before it erupted and sent thick streams of hot jism rocketing all over my tits.

I was amazed at the size of Fred's load as he creamed my tits. Considering it was the fourth time he had shot off, it was awesome.
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Discovery:

Glen got home at 7:30 PM, two hours after Fred had taken a quick shower, dressed, and left. I had taken a shower after he left but didn't bother with a douche. There really wasn't any need. It had been months since Glen had wanted to go down on me. If he wanted straight sex, he would just think I was wet and slick due to my excitement over sex for the first time in two weeks.

As it turned out, I didn't have worry about straight sex either. After we had gone out for dinner, he pleaded exhaustion and went to bed alone at 10 PM. It was the same story on Tuesday night and then again on Wednesday. Enough was enough.

On Thursday evening, I decided to make one final effort. If I was unable to turn my husband on sufficiently that he wanted to fuck me, that would be it. I would be seeing a lawyer on Friday morning.

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When Glen came home from work on Thursday evening, the lights in the house were dimmed, and the dining room table was set with candles and wine in the decanter breathing. I was wearing a tight red sweater and short skirt. As soon as my husband came through the door, I pulled him close and gave him a deep, prolonged kiss with lots of tongue. After he got over his initial shock, he did a very good job returning the kiss.

"What's the occasion?" he wanted to know.

"Sit down, Darling. I've prepared your favorite Italian dinner, and after we finish the entree, I have a special dessert for you."

When we finished the dinner, Glen said, "That was great, Corrine. I'll help you with the dishes."

"Forget the dishes. Come into the den for dessert."

I had Glen sit on the couch. He was clearly confused about why I was going to serve dessert in the den rather than at the dining room table. Moving directly in front of him with my back to the desk, I pulled my sweater down allowing both of my large 34D tits to escape. Glen's mouth fell open.

Showing off my tits had me hot. I hoped it was also turning my husband on.
"Do you like my tits, Honey? Don't you think they make really good handles when you fuck me?"

"My god, Corrine! What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you your dessert and letting you know that I need to be fucked... HARD! I don't want to hear any more about your being tired. Yanking my sweater over my head, I tossed it aside and pulled my short skirt up around my waist.

"How about my legs, Glen. Does it make you hard to think about getting between them and into my cunt?" My husband's eyes darted back and forth between my tits and my legs.

"I know you want to see my cunt. Let me get on the desk, Darling, and I'll spread my legs for you so you can see it. I love to show you my cunt." Mounting the desk, I hiked on foot up onto the desk chair and spread my other leg wide. Only my thin black panties concealed my soaked cunt.

"Can you see my cunt, Honey? I know I still have on my panties, but my pussy is so wet, my panties are soaked. If you look closely you can probably see my slit right through the panties. Can you see your wife's wet sex trench?"

I could feel the juices seeping out of my pussy, I was so hot.
"Ooohhhh god!"

"Do you want me to show you my cunt, Honey?"

"Yess... show me your cunt. Now!"

"Love to, Stud," I hissed as I pulled my panties aside and thrust my crotch right at him. The gaping hole of my cunt was wet and open. "Do you like your wife's hot fuck hole, Honey? You can fuck it anytime... day or night... any where... on the front lawn... in the back seat of a car... on a dance floor... it's your cunt... you can use it when and where you please, Stud."

Glen couldn't take his eyes off my exposed cunt. I loved it!
My husband's hot groan was music to my ears. His hand was now on his cock rubbing it frantically. That was even better.

"I want you see my ass. You can ass fuck me any time you want." I turned my back toward my husband and pulled my panties down below the junction of my thighs and ass. Bending over slightly, I thrust it at him. "See anything you might like to fuck, Lover?"

"Do you think you'd like to get into my ass, Honey?"
I pulled my panties off with one motion and tossed them right at my husband. He caught them and inhaled the hot, sensuous, musky aroma of my aroused cunt. My vagina was throbbing with hot need. I again mounted the desk, steepled my right knee, and reached beneath my ass to my cunt. "Watch your hot slut wife spread her hole for you, Darling."

I peeled my pussy lips wide open with two fingers and arched my ass to present my cunt to my husband. "Take me in the bedroom... and fuck the shit out of me!" I screamed.

"I need cock in here, Stud. YOUR COCK!"
Once we were in the master bedroom, we both worked frantically to get Glen out of his clothes. His 7-inch cock was hard and ready. "Oh god. I want this cock in my cunt... all night... fucking me," I moaned as I lowered myself onto the bed and spread wide open.

Glen threw himself between my thighs and drove his cock into my swollen, wet hole with one hard thrust. It charged down my vagina and slammed into my cervix.

"GGGGAAAAAAAA! Yes! FUCK ME! HARD! AAAAHHHHHHH SHIT... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Glen fucked me steadily for five minutes until I was screaming in an intense orgasm as my vagina erupted in hard, spastic contractions around his plunging shaft. I expected him to shoot off, but he didn't.

When my orgasm began to ebb, my legs fell to the bed and splayed out to the side. "WOW! That was fantastic! Let me get in doggie position, Honey. I want it that way."

Glen pulled his cock out of me so I could turn over. When I'm being fucked doggie, I like to have a pillow under my belly so when I fall to the bed after I cum, my cunt is still elevated enough for my lover to continue fucking me. The pillows were on the floor, and I had to take a few moments to retrieve one. When it was in position, the phone rang. Jumping out of bed, I took the receiver off the hook and put a pillow over the phone.

I was in doggie position and ready for Glen's cock when the phone rang.
By the time I returned to the bed, I saw with dismay that Glen had lost his erection. When I looked at him, I saw that his face was a mask of pain, humiliation, and embarrassment. For some reason, just seeing my naked body, fucking me, and giving me a great orgasm was not enough to keep him excited. He needed more or something different, but I had no clue as to what it was. I knew he wasn't a closet gay, so that wasn't the answer.

Right now, however, was clearly not the time to start a discussion and look for the answer. Glen was in pain and totally humiliated. I needed to say something comforting to help him get through this.

"I'm so sorry, Corrine. I don't understand why that's happening to me."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Glen. That happens to every guy sooner or later. It's no big deal. It's just part of being a man. Hell, it even happened to Carl Thompson."

"Carl Thompson? Who's Carl Thompson?"

"He's a guy I dated when I was in college. He was a starting back on the varsity football team... sinfully handsome... huge, thick, hard cock... and the campus stud. The word was he had fucked over a hundred of the coeds."

"Including you?"

"Particularly including me, Honey. I was one of his girls for several months before he moved on to other pussies. Anyway, one night he had taken me out dancing and spent two hours feeling me up on the dance floor and in the booth when we weren't dancing. He had me climbing the walls. I just couldn't wait to get his huge cock up my pussy. We went back to his place. He got me naked and went down on me until I had cum twice. After my second orgasm, he shoved a pillow under my ass to get me in position and mounted me. But that's as far as it went. Carl Thompson, the chief stud of the college, lost his erection and couldn't get it up. I sucked on him for 20 minutes and it stayed totally limp.

The man was practically crying, Honey. He begged me not to tell anyone. Even when I assured him I wouldn't, he kept begging me and apologizing. So you can see that you don't really have anything to be..."

That was as far as I got with my story. My husband pushed me onto my back and jerked my legs up in the air. "Spread your legs, you hot Slut. I've got to fuck you! NOW!"

As soon as I spread, Glen nailed his iron-hard cock spike into my cunt. In the entire five years we had been married, he had never fucked me so hard... so deep... with such intensity. Again and again, he slugged his cock into me, driving my hips deep into the mattress. Even though I knew Glen's cock was just a little over 7 inches, it felt like a log inside me. Not only was he ramming me like a jack hammer, his cock was jerking and throbbing inside me like a huge, enraged snake.

I came hard... screaming as my vagina erupted... juices squirted out of my pussy drenching Glen's cock and balls, as well as the bed sheets.

"TAKE IT YOU HOT FUCKING SLUT!" my husband screamed as his dick exploded inside me. Again and again, he ejaculated thick streams of cum into my pussy until it was squishing out of my hole and running down the crack of my ass. As his cock jerked and throbbed inside me, I suddenly came again. That had never happened before, but it was happening now as I shuddered with the intensity of the convulsions ripping through my cunt and belly.

I was gasping for breath waiting for my husband to collapse on top of me. It didn't happen. I couldn't believe it. He didn't even begin to lose his erection as he hammered my cunt with repeated thrusts that slammed into my cervix and had me grunting beneath him.

"How many times did Carl fuck you?" he screamed as he pulled out of my cum-filled hole, flipped me over onto my knees, pulled my ass into position, and rammed his shaft back into me.

"AAAGGGGGGAAAAAA FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I yelled.

"HOW... UGH!... MANY... UGH! ... TIMES ... UGH! UGH! UGH! DID HE... UGH! UGH! ... FUCK YOU? ANSWER ME, SLUT! UGH! UGH! UGH!" Glen demanded as his cock continue to ravish me.

"Oohhhh don't know... aaaahhhhhhhhhh... ooohhhhhh... a lot... uunnnmmmmmmm... harder... fuck your slut harder, Lover... ooohhhh god... this is fantastic!!"

"Estimate! How many times, you hot fuck slut?"

"AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... He fucked me for three months... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... 70... ooohhhhh AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... or 80 times... fucked me on every date... usually two or three times... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... must have cum in me 200 times... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING, GLEN... I'M CUMMING AGAIN... DON'T STOP FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

My orgasm was still surging through my pussy when I felt Glen shooting inside me again. This time his cock did soften and slip from my wet, stretched pussy. We both lay on the bed panting... trying to catch our breaths from the intense sex.

"Did Carl ever fuck you in the ass, Corrine?"

"He begged me to let him for a month before I finally agreed. We used a lot of astroglide, both on his cock and inside my ass. When he started pushing it into me, I started moaning for him to stop... fat chance... that stud had his cock where he had been trying to get it for a month and there was no way he was stopping.

"Oh shit... that so damn hot! Did he get it all the way inside your ass?"

"Yeah. It took him ten minutes to work it in... then he gave me another five minutes to get used to it before he began fucking me."

"Did you cum?"

"Three or four times. After he had me stretched, he ass fucked me on almost every date."

"OH FUCK! Get on your knees, Honey. Put your ass up in the air. I'm going to ass fuck you!"

When I looked at my husband's cock, I again saw an iron-hard, rigid spike. "My god, Glen. You're hard as marble again. How are you doing this?"

"Shut up and spread your ass, Baby. Big cock is going in!"

Glen wasn't as big as Carl or as thick but what made it much easier for him to get into my ass was how hard he was. Carl was never, ever as hard as my husband was right now ... even after pumping two huge cum loads into me. I held my cheeks open for him while he centered his cock. When he drove it into me... all seven inches plunged inward, stretching me open as it entered.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHhh... UUNNGGHHHHH... Go easy, Honey. That thing is hard... so fucking hard!"

Glen controlled his natural masculine urge to immediately begin screwing me for several minutes while he stroked my ass and reached around my body sensuously rubbed my clitoris. He kept it up until he had my clit swollen and throbbing. Only when my butt began to pump on his embedded shaft did he begin fucking me. But once he started, I got it... hard, fast, and deep. When he had me right on the edge of a hard climax, the sexy bastard slowed his strokes.

The closer I got to exploding, the slower he went. When I knew one or two more thrusts would push me over the edge, he stopped.

"You sexy Bastard! Don't stop! Fuck me! I'm almost there. Fuck me!"

"How long did you hold out when Carl first dated you? Two dates, three? How many?"

I groaned and tried to pump my ass on his cock enough to make me cum. He wasn't about to allow me to get away with that. A sharp slap against my upturned ass got my attention. "Don't move your hot ass, Corrine. Answer my question, and I let you cum. How long did you make Carl wait to get into your cunt?"

"OOohhh I need to cum... Please," I heard myself begging. Glen flexed his cock inside me sending ripples of pleasure in every direction... "Oh shit... Carl picked me up at 7:30 PM. We went dancing. By 9 PM, he had his fingers in my cunt. At 9:30, he was fucking me in the back seat of his car in the club's parking lot. There... I've told you. Now FUCK ME, Stud. Let your slutty wife cum!"

He did. Not long afterwards, he made me cum again before he pumped his load into my ass.

At 3 AM, I woke up with Glen on top of me. He had his hips between my thighs spreading me. His cock was sliding slowly in and out of my very receptive, cum-soaked vagina. This was a first. My husband had never fucked me without a good indication that I wanted it. This time, he was hard so he just mounted me and put it in. The thought had me close to an orgasm very quickly. My hips thrust against his plunging organ.

"Ah... you're awake. I thought I wasn't going to be able to hold it until you woke up."

"OMG! How long have you been fucking me, Darling?"

"Ten minutes or so. You're so wet and hot, it's almost impossible to keep from shooting in you."

"But you waited for me .... mmmmmmmm... I love that! But I didn't give you permission to fuck me."

"I know, but I could smell the musky aroma of your cunt and I couldn't resist."

"Good! You're not supposed to resist. You're supposed to mount me, fuck me, and fill me with your hot cum. But I'm glad you waited for me. I'm about to cum, Darling. Please fuck hard and shoot me full, Lover"

For the next few minutes, I screamed and wailed with my knees almost against my bouncing tits while the hot stud on me grunted and gasped every time my vagina milked his rampant cock.

"I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER!" Glen screamed.

"NOW! NOW! I'M CUMMING! SHOOT IT IN, STUD!"

When we both fell asleep once more, my husband's now soft cock was still inside my wet pussy.

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Naturally, all thoughts of calling a lawyer were banished, hopefully forever. I had never realized that my husband's greatest turn-on was hearing about other men fucking me. If I had known that, the last two years would have been very different.

Over the next week, Glen never tired of asking about the hot details of Carl fucking me. If I wanted my randy husband to screw me, all I had to do was just mention a time when Carl had come over to my apartment uninvited and fucked me in my bedroom.

It was Thursday, one week from the "discovery" as I had begun to think about it, when Glen asked me the question I had been waiting for. We were making out on the couch in the den as a prelude to a hot fuck session in our bedroom when he asked it.

"Corrine, have you had sex with anyone besides me since we got married?"

"Honey, that's a question almost every wife in the world has been asked by her husband, and everyone of those wives have answered the same way if they love their husbands. They've all said 'No', and that has to be my answer too."

"I understand that, but you know that I'm not going to get angry if the answer is 'yes'. It's just going to turn me on ... big time. So, I'll ask you again, Have you had sex with anyone besides me since we were married?"

"For the last two years, you've only fucked me two or three times a month, Glen. I'm a highly sexed woman and that's not enough for me. So your answer is 'yes'. Quite a few men have fucked your wife in the last two years."

"Ooohhh god!"

My husband's cock surged to iron-hard erection almost instantly. He was on the verge of raping me right there on the couch, which I would have loved.

"Will you tell me about some of them... please?" he asked desperately.

"Of course, Darling. I'll tell you whatever you want to know... every sexy detail." Glen's cock began to jerk. He was about to cum spontaneously he was so hot. "But wouldn't you like it even better if I told you about the men who are going to be fucking me in the future rather than about things in the past?"

Huge, thick streams of cum burst from my husband's cock! The first jet arched several feet over the top of my head and landed on the carpet six or seven feet away. No sooner had the first jet landed than the second jet was on its way. This one wasn't fired with quite so much force. It hit me square in the face. When the third gush pumped out of Glen's cock against my naked tits, the second load was running down my cheek and forming a long cum rope from my chin. Several more smaller jets of semen drenched my belly and thighs.

"I'm sorry," my husband moaned, his cock still hard and erect.

"Sorry? Why? I loved it! Just fucking loved it! And my god... you're still hard. I need that hot cock in my pussy! Right now!"

"Shall we go to the bedroom?"

"Hell NO! Here! Right here!" I screamed as I jerked my legs apart and presented my gushing pussy to my stud husband. "Fuck me here... hurry. I need to cum too. I'll cum as soon as you stick your cock into me!"

Glen mounted me, rammed his rod into my hot, pulsing hole, and as I had promised, I erupted instantly drenching his shaft and balls and ruining the couch. Neither of us cared. Glen fucked me like a wild man. I came again and again. Before he finally removed his rod from my clasping vagina, I had two thick loads of semen inside me.

The hot stud pumped me continuously until he had shot two loads of cum into my pussy.
An hour later, Glen finally asked who I was going to fuck in the future.

"Are you going to be furious?"

"No. But I am going to be hard and hot. Next time, I'll fuck your cheating ass."

"Promises... promises," I grinned, my pussy throbbing at the thought. "Your boss, Fred Randall, has asked me to spend Saturday afternoon and night on his yacht. At the time, I told him 'yes' for Saturday afternoon, but that I couldn't get away for the night.

"My boss Mr. Randall wants to fuck you?!"

"Most men want to fuck me, Darling."

"Oh god... I'm getting hard. Has he fucked you before?"

"He's had me many times, Glen. I needed sex, and he knew it."

"When was the last time?"

"On the Monday when you were slaving away on the Baxter contracts and the ledgers, he was here fucking your wife all afternoon."

"This has me so damn hard! And he's wants to fuck you again this coming Saturday?"

"Of course. That's why he's asked me to spend the day and night with him. Are you ok with that?"

"Oh hell yes! Will you tell me about it?"

"Every detail, Lover. Every detail. In fact, I'll call Fred today and tell him that your sister called and asked you to drive down Saturday morning to help her install some new applicances and that you won't be back until Sunday. So I can spend Saturday night with him. Would you like that?

"Oh fuck... look at my cock! It's so damn hard it hurts."

"I'll tell Fred that I promised to call you. When I call you, he will be fucking me. I'll turn up the volume and if you do the same, you'll be able to hear him giving it to your wife."

Less than a minute after I told my husband that, I was being royally ass fucked, just as he had promised.

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The Love Boat:

Saturday morning Glen was hot to screw me as soon as we awakened.

"I'm certainly not going to stop my sexy husband from getting into me, but it would be better if he didn't. The day will be a lot more erotic and exciting if we start it with you hard and me wet. Also, I won't have to explain to Fred why my pussy is full of cum later on."

Reluctantly, Glen pushed his body from between my thighs. "Ok. I know you're right, but you're really hard to resist."

"Particularly when you're all hot over the thought that your boss is going to be fucking me today and tonight," I laughed.

"Yeah... that too." Glen laughed right along with me.

We had breakfast, and then I retired to our bedroom to get ready for Fred and the day on his yacht. It was a little after 10 when I came back into our den wearing my very short and revealing black sheathe and carrying my overnight bag. "Well, how do I look?" I asked even though I already knew the answer both from the expression on Glen's face and his tented pants.

My outfit already had Glen hard... just the way I wanted him.
"Jezz... you look terrific! Hot as hell. I thought you were going on a boat trip? It looks as if you're going out to dinner."

"A girl wants to looks good, Darling. Do you think your boss will like the way I look?"

"Hell yes! I'm so fucking hard! What else are you going to wear?"

"I've got my string bikini in my overnight case and also a sundress if we go ashore somewhere. What to see them?"

"You know I do!"

When I held up my skimpy bikini for Glen to see, he groaned and squeezed his cock, which was now fully erect. From the way his pants were moving, I knew it was throbbing with lust. God! Why didn't I figure this out two years ago?

"Is Fred going to pick you up here or are you meeting him somewhere?"

"I'm supposed to meet him at the pier at 11 AM. He couldn't come here because he thought you'd be home."

"You'll be with him at 11 AM then. How long do you think it will take him to get you in bed?"

"You dirty-minded stud! You just want to know when he'll have his cock in your wife's pussy, don't you?"

"Yeah," Glen said with a moan, his hand squeezing his hard cock again.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that I'll be getting a big serving of man meat for lunch, Honey."

At 10:45, I was heading out the front door after kissing my husband passionately and feeling his iron-hard cock. At the last moment, I decided to tell him about the others.

"You know, Darling, that Fred doesn't handle the yacht himself. He wants to spend the time between my legs... so he has a guy who handles that job. He'll be on the yacht with us." I felt Glen's cock lurch in his pants. "And he's also invited Mark Daniels and his girlfriend to join us. You know Mark don't you? The VP for personnel?"

"You'll be with three men? Will they all fuck you?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Glen's cock began to jerk in his pants. "Probably. Do you hope they all fuck me?"

My husband shot off in his pants just as I was walking out the door.

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The time seemed to drag by. It was now almost noon. Corrine was probably on board. I wondered who else was there. Was Fred already fucking her? The thought made my erection even harder in spite of the fact that I had just shot off when my wife had left the house. The load had been so large, I had had to change my pants and shorts.

I remember reading literature on viagra that if it gave you an erection lasting more than four hours, you needed to go to the emergency room to prevent damage to the penis. I hadn't taken any viagra but I had been hard for an hour with no sign of it going away. Of course, I could jack off, but I hated doing that.

At this point, I remembered what Margo had said to me that day we went to Starbucks. She had asked if I intended to fuck her. I looked at the clock again. It was now 12:20 PM, 20 minutes after Corrine had told me she would be getting fucked. I was so damn hard I couldn't believe it.

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"Oohhhh god... that feels good, Honey. Rub my clit harder, Fred. I love it when you make me cum like this."

�Do it to me, Honey. My clit... do my clit!�
"Let's get you out that bikini, Corrine, so I can get at you better."

"Oh yes! Take off my bikini, Honey. Get my cunt naked." Fred pulled my suit down my legs, and I stepped out of them. He tossed them aside and bent me over the railing on the poop deck of the boat. He leaned over me, took possession of one of my tits, and reached between my legs where he again began to stroke my clitoris.

"Damn. Your clit's hard and erect, Corrine. It's almost as hard as my cock. Do you like it when I use two fingers on the shaft and slide them up and down... like this?"

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... UUNNGGHHHH... MORE... MORE... MORE! DON'T STOP!"

"Or do you prefer me to squeeze your clit... like this?"

"UUUNNGGGGHHH!"

"Or flick my finger right over the tip... like this?"

"UGH UGH UGH... CUMMINGGGGG... I'M CUMMMING!"

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The clock now said it was 12:45. My wife had probably been fucked by this time. She hadn't said whether Fred recovered quickly after shooting a load into her cunt. Maybe he was already hard again... fucking her again. How the hell was I going to stand this for another 24 hours?"

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"Ohhhhhh stick it innnnnnnnnn, Fred. Stick your big cock into meeeeeeeeeee!" I wailed as the big mushroom head of his dick stretched my lips wide apart and sank inside my hole.

�Your cunt feels fantastic, Baby. Pushing it in deeper. You like cock up your sexy cunt, don�t you?�

�Love it... love it... fuck it into me, Stud. Bang me like a slut.�

�Rub my clit... yessssss... like that... like that... fuck harder... ooohhhh shit... I�m cumming again... pump me, Stud. Cum in meeeeeeeeee!�

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By 3 PM, I had spent two and a half hours out of the last four with a hard erection. My nervousness had finally taken second place to my need for a woman. Margo answered the phone on the second ring.

�Hello?�

�Hi, Margo. This is Glen.�

�Really? I�m surprised. This is the first time you�ve ever called me at home. Any problem?�

�Yes. I�ve got a huge problem.�

�Well, I think Mr. Randall is out of pocket for the day. Have you tried his number?�

�No, I haven�t because Mr. Randall can�t help me with my problem. My wife�s out of town visiting her mother for the day. I want you to come over ASAP. And by the way, I�m pretty sure that Mr. Randall is in the pocket, not out of it. When can you be here?�

�You may be right about that, but why do you want me come over?�

�So I can spend all night fucking you and exploring those huge tits of yours.�

�I have to put on something appropriate, Honey. I�ll be there in 30.�

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Mark had me on the table in the dining area of the yacht with my ankles in his hands and my legs up in the air. Keeping me spread wide open, he was nailing his rigid shaft in and out of my pussy as his girlfriend Glenda rode Fred�s prick.

Mark couldn�t take his eyes off his dick sinking in and out of my cunt.
�Man! She�s tight... really tight,� Mark groaned as he fucked me even harder.

�So is Glenda... Jezzz... I don�t think their husbands ever fuck�em they�re so damn tight!� Fred echoed.

�Oohhhh shit... her pussy�s just milking my cock, Fred. You are an incredible fuck, Corrine!�

�Yeah, she is. And so are you, Glenda. How long has it been since your husband screwed you?�

�Aahhh... Unggh... almost two weeks, Honey!� the hot blonde hissed as she pumped her ass upward to get more of Fred�s sex spike into her throbbing pussy.

Glenda�s legs shot straight out to the side as Fred�s plunging cock drilled her pussy.
�How about you, Corrine?� Mark asked just as his cock thudded into the bottom of my pussy.

�Don�t talk, Lover. Fuck me hard... I�m about to cum!� I urged as I squeezed Mark�s shaft even harder.

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�I�m sorry it took me longer than I thought it would to get here, Glen. Are you angry?�

�Furious! I may spank your sexy ass.�

�MMMmmmm. Sounds hot, but I promise it won�t happen again. I was just flustered over your asking me to come over. I�ve been hinting for months and you seemed totally uninterested.�

�Well, that�s in the past. I�m interested now. Pull your sweater down. Take out your tits.�

Margo slowly pulled the V-neck of her sweater down and then to one side allowing both 38DD tits to surge out.

�OMG! They�re gorgeous! Firm and you�re not even wearing a bra.�

Margo flushed with feminine pleasure. When she saw my cock forming a huge bulge in my pants, she licked her lips and thrust her tits out. �Is that big thing in your pants for me, Honey?�

�Oh hell yes! Get over here. Take it out, Margo. Take it out and suck it!� Undoing my belt, she unzipped me and pulled my pants and briefs down around my thighs. My 7 inches of rigid cock thrust out toward her mouth. �How long can you stay?�

�Jezz... Oh Honey... you are HARD! I love them hard like this... like steel.� She licked all the way up my engorged, throbbing shaft bringing a moan from me. Looking up, she asked, �How long can you keep it up, Lover? That�s how long I can stay.�

�Then you had better plan on all night.�

�Oh fuck! That sounds hot, but I doubt you�ll last that long.�

�You�re the first woman I�ve been with since I got married. You aren�t going to believe how long I�m going to fuck you. Now suck me!� Margo moaned, her hand moved between her thighs, and her mouth engulfed my cock.

Glen�s rigid sex spike pushed deep into Margo�s mouth and throat.
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By 5 PM, both Glenda and I had been fucked three times. she had gotten it twice from Mark and once from Fred while it was just the reverse for me. Both men were temporarily drained and were discussing dinner plans.

"There's a nice restaurant at the Marina on the other side of the lake," Fred said. "I suggest we have Greg take the yacht over there, and we'll all go ashore for dinner. Sound like a plan?" We all agreed.

"Great. Why don't you girls get ready for dinner, and I'll tell Greg the plans."

Glenda immediately got off the couch where Mark had just finished screwing her for the second time and headed to the bathroom to shower and dress. I decided to relax on the bed for a few minutes before joining her. I was still lying there on my back with my legs open when Greg entered. He took one look at my cum-soaked, gaping pussy and began to rapidly strip.

"I thought you were supposed to be piloting the yacht?"

"I am, but I asked Fred to take the helm so I could sample your delicious pussy. I hope you're not going to say 'no'. Are you?"

For an answer, I lifted my legs and pulled my knees back almost against my tits. "Fuck me, Honey," I moaned in a husky whisper.

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"Ohhh god! Lick it, Glen! Lick meeeeeeeeeee! Aaaahhhh... aaahhhhh... ooohhhhh. Oh Shit! Can you ever eat pussy, Baby. OOHH OOHH OOHH cumminggg... I'm cumming again, you hot bastard!"

Margo�s pussy erupted for the third time on Glen�s tongue... her juices spurting all over his face.
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"UUNNHH! UUNNHH! UUNNHH! UUNNHH! Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Greg. Pound me, Stud. Hard. I'm cummingg... OMG I'M CUMMING!"

My cunt was throbbing in an intense orgasm for the third time since Greg had mounted me.
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It was nearly 11 PM. Dinner had been great. When we got back on board and Greg had piloted the yacht to a small secluded alcove, Fred and Mark each screwed Glenda and I again. This time, Mark got me first while Fred banged Glenda. After thirty minutes of rest, they switched pussies and fucked us again.

After Fred had pulled himself from between my legs, I laid on the bed for awhile before getting up, getting my cell phone out of my overnight case, and starting up the stairs to the deck. I was halfway up, when Greg met me coming down. He promptly scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his cabin on the yacht.

�Bend over the table, Bitch,� ordered. I�m going to fuck you doggie. Do it! Now!�

I bent over as ordered and for good measure, thrust my ass higher and moved my feet apart to open up the entire plane of my pussy. While Greg was getting out of his clothes, I punched my speed dial and called my husband�s cell.

�Hi, Honey,� came my husband�s soft whispered voice... so low I had a little trouble hearing him. �Are you being fucked?� he asked. I could hear him panting with excitement.

In a whisper just as soft, I said, �Not yet, Glen, but Greg... he�s the pilot... has me in his cabin bent over the table... he stripping... when he�s out of his clothes, he�s going to fuck your wife doggie style... pussy or ass... not sure which one yet.�

�Oh god... ah-ha... ah-ha... ah-ha... ah-ha... that�s so fucking hot!� he groaned now panting louder than before.

�UUNNGGGHHH... AAAHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, GREG! STICK IT IN... DEEP... YESS... YESSS.. LIKE THAT... NOW FUCK ME! FUCK ME!�

Once more I heard my husband�s whispered voice. �He�s in you now... fucking you?�

�Yess... in my cunt... oh shit... he�s really banging me, Baby.. hot fuck stud... AAAAHHHHHH... HAMMER ME, LOVER... HARDER!� I yelled in hot passion. Then suddenly, I heard a female voice wailing over the phone the same way Greg was making me howl.

�Oh gawd damn, Glen! UNGHH UNGGHH UUNNGGHH... How do you do this... can�t fucking believe it... GGGGAAAAAAHHHHH.... SHIT... I�M CUMMING AGAIN... AAAHHHHHHH!!�

�Oh shit... who are you fucking, Honey?� I asked as quietly as I could in between grunting like a whore as Greg rammed his huge cock hard against my cervix on every thrust.

�Margo Daniels... Fred�s executive secretary. I couldn�t stand it any longer. I called her up...�

Margo's cunt was throbbing in an intense orgasm for the third time since Glen had mounted her.
�AAAHHHH AAAHHHH AAAHHHHH ... CAN�T STOP... AAHHHHH... AAAHHHHH... CAN�T STOP... CAN�T STOP CUMMING... AAAHHHHH AAAAHHHHH... YOU�RE GONNA KILL ME GLEN... UUGGHHH... AAAHHHH AAHHHHH.. STILL CUMMING... OOHHH SHIT... CAN�T STOP!!�

�As I was saying before this hot bitch interrupted me, Honey, I called her up and ordered to come over and spend the night.�

�Just a minute, Baby.... Now, I�m about to cum... FUCK ME, GREG. FAST. RAM IT INNNNNN... ALMOST THERE!! NOW! NOW! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!�

�Sounds like Greg knows how to ring my wife�s bell.�

�No... that wasn�t him... That was you, Stud. Listening to Margo howl like that got me off, not Greg. Jezzz... how many times have you fucked the slut... how many times have you made her cum?�

�This is going to be my sixth load... have no idea how many times she�s cum. She just keeps cumming and throbbing... says she can�t stop.�

�I heard. Fuck her hard, Honey. I want to hear her cum again.� Greg continued to ram me ... now grunting hard.

�Here it comes, Corrine! Gonna cum in your cunt... UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! SHOOTING IT IN, HONEY...AAAHHHHHHH... DAMN! WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE!�

Just as Greg pulled his now softening cock out of my vagina, I heard Margo once more screaming in ecstasy.

�OOHHH OOOHHH OOOHHH... PLEASE... STOP... I CAN�T STAND THIS... CAN�T STOP CUMMINGGG... PLEASE... PLEASE... LET ME REST... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWD! MY PUSSY IS EXPLODING! GGGGAAAAAAAAA!!�

My hand flew to my clitoris. I only had to rub it a few times before my vagina was once more throbbing in hard, spastic contractions right along with my erupting clitoris.

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Sunday Night:

I was waiting in just my jockey briefs on the couch when Corrine came in the front door shortly after noon on Sunday. I jumped to my feet just as she dropped her overnight case. We both ran toward each other, embracing fiercely, each trying to devour the other's mouth with our own.

We staggered to the bed, never breaking the kiss. Once inside our bedroom, I frantically tore at my wife's dress. She was naked underneath. At the same time as I pulled off her black sheathe, she yanked my briefs down my legs.

We fell onto the bed in a hot embrace. First she was top aligning my rigid shaft with her opening and plunging downward. She grunted and I groaned at the exquisite sensation of her wet cunt sliding down my cock.

Corrine fucked herself like a hot bitch whore on my cock for ten minutes. My first load pumped into her just as she was having her second climax. Neither of us slowed down our frantic coupling.

I had to ram into her. Rolling us over so that I was mounted on my thrashing wildly excited wife, I power fucked my cock into her upturned and waiting cunt. Her legs flew high, locked about my hips, and pulled me deeper into her throbbing depths.

As I fucked her relentlessly, my fingers closed about her nipples and squeezed hard. I felt her vagina erupt immediately in another intense climax. The throbbing of her cunt seemed to go on and on. In her rapture, my wife scratched my back and bit my shoulder as she came yet again. The pain surged through me and produced another powerful ejaculation inside her detonating cunt.

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It was over an hour before we finally stopped, but we didn't uncouple. Corrine kept her legs locked firmly about my hips, and I kept my rod rammed all the way into her vagina.

"God! I missed you," I groaned. "Listening to you being fucked was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. It was just beyond belief."

"I felt exactly the same way knowing you were listening to me getting laid. But what really drove me crazy was listening to you fuck the shit out of Margo. She was going crazy. Obviously, she's never been with a hot stud like you, Lover."

My cock was almost fully hard again, and I began slowly thrusting in and out of my wife's eager pussy. Her legs locked me tightly against her body. As we fucked, she noticed the blood on my shoulder and back.

"OMG. What have I done to you!"

"You've fucked me like a wild woman... and I'm loving it!"

Fifteen minutes later, I had shot another load into my wife, and she had had four or five more intense orgasms. It was hard to count since she was moaning and throbbing continuously. We still lay on the bed... firmly locked together except she was now on top and in control.

"Honey," I said between pants. "When do you think Fred or one of the other men will fuck you again?"

"Soon, Honey. Soon."

"Oh god yes!" My cock was rapidly surging to erection again.

"But I have a favor to ask. I hope you don't get angry or so grossed out by me, that you lose that gorgeous hard-on I feel inside my cunt."

"That's never going to happen, Corrine. NEVER! What is it?"

"I want you to call Margo next weekend and tell her that I'm out of town again. Go her over here and fuck her ass off again."

"That's the favor? That's it?"

"Not quite, Darling. I want to hide in the closet and watch while you fuck the hot slut."

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