2007-08-31

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

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by RLM

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Sometimes all a wife needs is straight sex with a beloved husband.
At other times, she needs hot, kinky sex from a passionate lover.

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At the Sports Club:

The football game had been one of the slow ones with a dozen or more challenged plays, each requiring lengthy slo-mo and stop action replays before a decision was reached. In addition, with the game being so slow, there was a maximum of opportunities for TV time outs for advertisements. Both coaches had exhausted their allotted number of time outs. With both teams passing frequently causing the clock to stop on all incomplete passes, that extended the game even more. Finally, the contest went into overtime. As a result of all this, the game didn't end until after midnight.

I'm one of those wives who have near zero interest in football games. Nevertheless, I always accompanied by husband Bruce to the sports bar so he could watch the game on their huge LCD, HD, TV set. He liked for me to be there as I was something of a trophy wife in spite of the fact that I was 35 years old and a board certified MD specializing in emergency room medicine. Bruce always wanted me to wear tight, short skirts and dresses with a very low-cut bodice to show off my 34DD-23-34 figure. Of course I objected on the grounds that it wasn't proper for an MD to wear such sexy clothes. His response was always the same.

"What harm does it do? People coming to the emergency room have to be there. You don't have a practice in the normal sense. Besides, I love it. You're just so damn gorgeous. Please. I love the fact that you're a doctor and make a great income, but I married the woman, not the doctor."

After putting up a reasonable amount of resistance, I always gave in but only after I had made it clear that I was doing it solely because he wanted me to. The truth is that I loved showing off my body and attracting all that male attention, but I had no intention of letting Bruce know that.

My short dress with its V-neck showed off a lot of my thighs and breasts. When I sat down, even my panties could be seen.

We got to the sports bar at 7:30 PM in order for Bruce to get a good seat to watch the game that started at 8:00 PM. I always stayed at his side "letting" him show me off until the game started. After that, his only interest was in football.

However, I had to give him credit. Bruce was fair. He knew I had no interest in the game so he never raised an objection when I wondered off to the game room of the bar and waited until some of the guys invited me to play pool or darts. I always accepted, and after a half hour of darts followed by an hour of so of pool, they all wanted more contact with me than was possible playing games... so I got numerous offers to dance, which I also always accepted.

I was a fair pool and darts player having done that with my brothers a lot when I was growing up, but I really didn't have a lot of interest in winning. That hurts the male ego and every smart woman knows better than injure a man's ego. He needs that to perform properly. My real interest at the pool table was to show off my body and tease the men as much as possible without being totally slutty. Most of the men also had the same objective... so time and again, they would concentrate more on leaving the cue ball in a position where I had to lean far over the table to make my shot than on actually making whatever shot they were attempting.

I was always wearing a short skirt, so when I had to lean far over the table to reach the cue ball, my skirt would always hike up in the back. Naturally, every guy around the table would move behind me to get the best possible view. Sometimes, when the cue ball was toward the end of the table, and I had to be at the opposite end to make the shot, my skirt would pull up and exposed most of my ass. I always wore a thong... at Bruce's request... so the guys got a great show. They loved it, and so did I.

When I had to lean over the table, there was no way I could keep all those sexy guys from getting a good look at my ass.

After an hour or so of this kind of activity, I was always wet and the men were at least partially hard. When we reached that point, the requests for a dance or two or three came more and more frequently.

Once the men had me on the dance floor with our bodies pressed together, they all got fully hard, and I got incredibly wet and turned on. After an hour of dancing, the game had been in progress for two and a half hours and was always just about over with 15 to 30 minutes at the most left. At that point, I would let the guys cop some feels of my ass and tits.

I had it pretty much down to a science. With five or ten minutes left, they were getting their hands under my skirt and rubbing my bare ass and getting their hands on my panties. Once or twice, some brave, hunk would get his hand inside my panties. One of them got his fingers inside my cunt, but that only happened once... but it was really fun.

When the game was in its final 15 minutes or so, I usually allowed the guys to cop some feels and even get my breasts out of my dress or blouse.

Loud cheers mixed with groans would always announce the end of the game, and I would return to hubby, really turned on and ready for sex when we got home. So it was great for both Bruce and me... Bruce got to watch the game on the large TV, and I got to have some sexy, but harmless, fun with some great looking young guys. Naturally, neither I nor any of the men ever told Bruce what was going on in the game room and on the dance floor while he was engrossed in the football game.

That's the way it had always gone until tonight when the game drug on and on for almost an hour and a half longer than normal. Not being a football fan, I never paid any attention to the game... so that when 10:30 PM came, I began letting the randy studs get their hands on my ass and under my skirt for the last 20 minutes or so. Since I was dancing only one song with a guy before switching partners, there was essentially no danger of things getting out of hand. But that situation changed completely when the football game went on and on, and then went into overtime. There were still almost two hours left in the game, but I had no idea that this was the case.

At 11:00 PM, Jason claimed another dance from me. I had already danced one song with him 25 minutes before, and he had successfully gotten his hand under my skirt before the song ended. That allowed me to escape to another man who had to begin with his hands on my back, where they were supposed to be during a dance. But now, when he took me into his arms, his hands were already on my ass pulling me against his rigid erection. As he moved us about the dance floor, his hands slipped under my short skirt onto my panties. He had his hands back where they were 25 minutes before, but the end of the game was no where in sight.

I felt the fingers moving under the string of my thong... then down my ass crack... probing as it went... until finally they reached my now soaked pussy. When the song ended, Jason was sliding two fingers in and out of my cunt, and I couldn't keep my hips still. I was panting softly when Hank cut in.

Hank started with his hands under my skirt. The song wasn't half done before his fingers were inside my vagina... sensuously sliding in and out of me as his rigid erection pressed hard against my mound.

By 11:45 PM, with 40 minutes still left in the never-ending football game, my thong was down around my upper thighs. With no panties covering my cunt, each new partner was beginning the song with his fingers inside my gushing pussy. I was dancing with Bob when I heard his heated whisper in my ear. "God, Laura, your pussy soaking wet, and I'm hard as iron. I want you."

The truth was that the situation was so kinky and erotic that I wanted his cock in my cunt as much as he wanted to put it there, but I was afraid to let Bob fuck me... particularly with my husband in bar area watching the football game. I told Bob that and, thankfully, he took "no" to mean "no"... but he didn't stop finger fucking me and rubbing my clitoris.

By midnight, my hips were humping against my partner's rigid dick as soon as they pulled me against it. Rather than slipping their hands under my skirt, they were now pulling my skirt up around my hips to give them more freedom to finger fuck me and rub my wildly throbbing clit. Every man was now asking me for sex... no, that's not really accurate... every man was now telling me that he wanted to fuck me.

At 12:10, rather than dance with me, Grant just said, "Let's go out to the parking lot so we can fuck. I can't wait to get my cock into you. You're the hottest woman I've ever seen."

I again explained about Bruce being in the bar area and that I thought fucking in the parking lot was too risky. "Oh fuck... you're torturing me," Grant moaned. I knew he was right. I was putting on the worst cock teasing act of all time. I hadn't meant to do it, but I was doing it, and although I had already been finger fucked and had my clit rubbed to two intense orgasms, the guys were being left high and dry.

I felt terrible about it, but when David slipped two fingers up my cunt and rubbed my clit with his thumb, all I did was hunch against him as he brought me closer and closer to my third orgasm.

"Hot Bitch," he hissed in my ear.

"Yes! Oh god yes!" I moaned into his.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?"

"Yessss!"

"Your husband is in the bar watching the football game and you're going to cum on my fingers."

"AAAHHHHHH.... don't talk... just make me cum," I moaned.

David was pissed at not be allowed to fuck me. I wasn't a bit surprised when he got his revenge... I deserved it. He rubbed my clit hard as his fingers plunged in and out of my contracting cunt. When I was right on the edge... just a few more strokes would send me over... I moaned, "I'm about to cum, Honey. Do it to meeeeeeeee!" At that moment, David removed his fingers from between my legs and walked away leaving me panting and right on the verge of a climax but not able to get there.

I was about to grab the nearest man and take him outside when Bruce came in. "Hi, Laura. Game's finally over. Let's go. It's after midnight."

I held onto my husband's arm as he led me to our car. I needed to hold onto to him to keep my legs from collapsing beneath me. Once we were inside, I gasped, "Oh god... I thought that game would never end. I've gotten so hot with you showing me off and all those horny men staring at my legs and half exposed tits, I'm going crazy. Pull into the park up the street, Darling. I need you to fuck me... NOW!"

"I intend to do just that, but not in the park. That's for kids. I prefer screwing my lovely wife in our bed. We'll be home in a bit."

"But I so damn hot! I need to be fucked... Please, park somewhere and fuck me."

"That's too kinky for me, Laura. You know that. Besides, we might be mugged. I could be killed... you could be raped."

I resisted the urge to tell my husband that there was no way a man could rape me right now... I would be begging him to stick his cock in me. Out loud, I said, "When have you ever heard of a couple being attacked like that at the park or at the lake?"

"Well, you're right. I haven't heard of anything like that happening, but it could. I just don't like doing kinky sex stuff like screwing out in the open in the park, Laura. Just wait until we get home."

I had to bite my lower lip to remain silent until Bruce pulled the car into our garage and pressed the automatic door closure. I had my skirt up to my waist in a flash with my dress and bra pulled to bare both tits. Spreading out on the front seat with my legs wide open, I hissed, "Ok. We're safely home. Now stick your big cock in me. I want it!"

"We're home now! FUCK ME, DAMN YOU! FUCK ME!!"

"Come on, Baby. I'll carry you to bed and fuck your hot ass off," my husband calmly replied. I was fuming with anger and on fire with sexual heat... both at the same time.

I was still angry when Bruce put me on my back in our bedroom, but as soon as he stripped and lowered his shorts revealing his huge, gorgeous nine and a half-inch, thick cock, my lust for his magnificent sex weapon overwhelmed my angry. Jerking my knees back against my tits, I groaned, "Stick that thing in here, Baby. Please. Give it to me!"

Bruce moved between my legs, wrapped his hand around his thick shaft, and swabbed the big head up and down my sex trench. When he began to rub it over my clitoris I screamed, "AAAAAGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAA... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGG... CUMMINGGG... OOOHHHH SHIT... CAN'T STOP... CUMMINGGG... STICK IT INTO MEEEEE, YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME!"

Fitting the head against my opening, he pushed it into my throbbing hole. I screamed even louder as the big prick stretched me open and sank deliciously down my erupting vagina. Frantically, I rammed my hips upward in an attempt to get more of his wonderful dick up my cunt. Abruptly, Bruce pushed my hips back down on the mattress.

Laura hunched her ass upward trying to force more of Bruce's cock into her pussy.

"Keep your sexy ass on the bed, Honey. The man does the fucking in this family. Your only task is to keep your legs wide open and pulled back. I take care of fucking you."

He did just that as his hips went into overdrive and began slamming one hard, driving stroke after another into my gushing, erupting pussy. I was gasping and howling continuously. As soon as one orgasm would end, another one would start. There was no way I could keep my ass on the bed. It arched high in the air as Bruce nailed his huge cock into my erupting pussy.

"UUGGHHH... CUMMINGG! I'M CUMMINGGG!! FUCKKKKKK MEEEEEE!!"

In the midst of my climaxes, I heard myself yell, Stick your fingers up my ass while you fuck me, Darling."

"Yuck!" came my husband's reply. You know how I feel about anal sex, Laura. Don't ask me to get shit all over my fingers when we're having such great sex."

"I'm sorry, Darling. It just slipped out. Keep screwing me... I'll cum again if you pound it into me." His dick power fucked into my depths and a moment later, my vagina went into hard, spastic contractions as my clitoris pulsed and throbbed uncontrollably. I couldn't stop grunting as the orgasm caused all the muscles in my belly to knot in hard spasms.

"CAN'T HOLD IT!" Bruce screamed. A moment later, I felt his cock contract in repeated hard spasms as his thick cum load filled my vagina to overflowing. The excess ran down the crack of my ass.

As soon as my husband rolled off of me, I moved down and began sucking him. It only took a few minutes to get him iron hard again. "I want to ride your beautiful cock, Darling. Can I do it tonight?"

"You know that I can't cum when you're on top. It makes me feel like a woman. The guy is supposed to be on top, Baby. Roll over and I'll give it to you doggie."

I was so desperate for more cock, I didn't argue. As soon as I was on my belly, Bruce lifted my hips and shoved a pillow beneath me to elevate my cunt a few inches. Moving his body over mine, I felt him fit his cock into my cum-filled hole. The huge shaft split me open. I was surging toward orgasm as soon as the big head was lodged against my womb.

The thick dick stretched me so wide open, my orgasm just exploded.

Then Bruce began to fuck me with hard, pounding strokes. His prick churned his first load into a thick white froth that coated his prick and my cunt. His second load spewed out of my tightly plugged pussy as he fired it into me.

After shooting his second load into me, Bruce rolled over and fell into a sound sleep. Even though I had cum fantastically hard on his gorgeous big dick, I still felt cheated. I wanted his cock in the parking lot of the sports club. If the game had lasted another 10 minutes, David would have gotten into me and I would have loved it, but Bruce wouldn't do it. When I didn't get laid in the parking lot, I really was desperate to get it in the park, but again, my husband doesn't like fucking in public places. He wouldn't even fuck in our garage ... nor would he allow me to ride his magnificent dick.

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New Year's Eve Party:

The following December 31st, Bruce and I were invited to a New Year's Eve party hosted by Diane and Claude Harmon. Diane and Claude had just moved into a spacious new home that was perfect for a New Year's Eve party. They had converted the basement into a dance floor, and there was an indoor sauna and hot tub.

The invitation said there would be five couples at the party, which would start at 9 PM and end the next morning if anyone wanted to spend the night.

"Do you really want to go?" Bruce asked me a day after the invitation arrived.

"Why not?" I replied. It's going to a really fun party, Honey. We know all the couples. In addition to Diane and Claude and us, Sam and Susan Norman will be there, and I know you like Sam, and Susan's a lot of fun too. Gail Peters and her husband Todd will be there. You don't know Todd all that well, but every time we're at a party and Gail is around, you can't take your eyes off her. So they'll be fun."

"I don't ogle Gail Peters," Bruce stated defensively.

"I didn't say you ogled her like a school boy, Bruce. She's just sexy... that's all. And Jack and Ann Marvel will be there. I know you like them. So why not go? We know and like everyone."

"Well, there's always a lot of drinking at these parties, and usually a lot of flirting and more."

"So? We drink, and since when is flirting all that terrible. Come on... don't be a wet blanket. I want to go."

I had to complain for two days before Bruce agreed to accept.

That night I gave him a great blow job. I spent 45 minutes with his cock in my mouth and then all the way down my throat. Every time he was about to shoot off, I took his cock out of my mouth and licked his balls until he was pleading with me to start sucking him again.

Bruce's huge 9-inch plus cock completely filled my mouth and stretched my jaw.

Finally, I locked my lips about the base of his big dick with his cock four inches down my throat, sucked hard, and let him fill my mouth with gush after gush of his thick cum load.

I took all 9-plus inches of Bruce's cock into my mouth and throat and after 45 minutes, let him fill my mouth with his load.

After he recovered, I spread my legs and asked if he would get me off with his tongue. As usual, Bruce refused, but he did mount me and screw me to three delicious orgasms.

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We arrived at the party around 9:15 PM... 15 minutes fashionably late, but it wasn't a problem because two of the other couples didn't arrive until around 9:30. There was a huge variety and amount of food available as well as beer, wine, and liquor. Everyone had been advised to bring a bathing suit so they could use the hot tub.

By 10:30 PM, the party was in full swing. The women had been sufficiently plied with drink to lower our inhibitions, and the men were doing their best to take advantage of that fact. That is, all the men except for my husband who was in the den watching a football game on TV.

Sam Norman had been bringing me a new drink every time my glass was empty. I knew very well that he was doing his best to eliminate any inhibitions I might have, and I was very willing to go along with his plans. While I was working on my fourth drink, he moved closer and whispered, "You look incredibly hot in that black outfit, Laura. Are you wearing anything under that tiny skirt?"

When Sam just bluntly asked me if I were wearing panties, my pussy began to throb. Why couldn't my husband do sexy, erotic things like that instead of watching football?

"Maybe... maybe not. You're a man. I'm sure you have methods to find out the answers to questions like that."

"Come on, Laura. Let's try out the dance floor in the basement." Sam didn't wait for an answer before taking my arm and escorting me to the stairs.

There were already two couples dancing, but neither woman was dancing with her husband. Todd had Diane plastered against his body while Gail and Jack were kissing off in one corner.

"I think there's too much light down here," Sam announced. "Anyone object if I turn off some of these lights?" Neither Todd nor Diane said anything, and Gail couldn't say anything with Jack's tongue filling her mouth. Sam turned off a couple of the lamps leaving on only a single light near the entrance.

As soon as he had me in his arms, he was getting the answer to his previous question. "Shit," he moaned. "I was almost certain that you weren't wearing any panties, Laura."

"Some men enjoy taking off a woman's panties, Honey," I said softly in his ear as we moved smoothly about the darkened dance floor. Sam was a good dancer and he was as talented with his hands as he was with his feet. Before one song ended, he had explored every inch of my buttocks as well as the damp crotch of my panties.

"How big are your tits, Laura? I've been wondering that every since I first met you. You look more like a showgirl than a doctor."

"Thank you, Sam. Showgirls have more fun than doctors."

"How big? Come on, Laura. Tell me."

"They're 34DD, and my nipples are very sensitive."

"How so?"

"When a guy rubs or sucks them, it makes my pussy throb."

"God... do you have any idea how hard you're getting me?"

"With you shoving that big thing against my belly, it would be hard for me not to know that, Sam."

"I want to fuck you, Laura."

"I know you do. But don't be so anxious. The evening's just getting started, and besides, my husband is right up the stairs in the den."

"He's probably got my wife off in a bedroom by now," Sam whispered in my ear.

"Not Bruce. He's a straight arrow... In fact, if you look up "straight arrow" in the dictionary, it says "see Bruce Talbert". Before we came down here, he was watching the football game on TV."

"oooohhhhhhhhh yyesssssssss." Sam and I both heard the hissing female moan from the other side of the room.

"She's as anxious as you are, Honey," I said in Sam's ear.

"Which one is it? Gail or Diane?"

"Gail. Over on the other side of the room... in the shadows."

"Oh damn! That's hot. Do you think she's getting fucked or what?"

"Listen and you'll be able to tell, Sam."

"ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh.. ahhh!"

"She's being fucked," Sam said with an excited groan. "She's grunting every time Jack enters her."

"She is."

As we listened to Gail being fucked on the other side of the room, Sam had unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it aside. With one smooth motion, he pulled down my bra releasing both of my tits. "Jezzz!" he gasped. "What a pair you've got, Laura! My god!"

Sam didn't know it, but when he exposed my tits in public, he already had me on the verge of an intense orgasm. I loved it! Why wouldn't Bruce do this?

I felt Sam's dick surge to full erection as he caressed and hefted my tits. I knew if I were dancing with Bruce, there was no way he would even feel my tits in public, much less take them out like Sam was doing. It was thrilling! So much so, I could feel my cunt leaking down my inner thighs.

Sam opened his shirt and pressed my naked tits against his chest as we moved smoothly about the dance floor to Gail's continued gasps and moans. Todd and Diane moved closer, and Diane said, "Listening to Gail getting fucked is hot, isn't it. Todd certainly didn't waste any time nailing her."

"It is hot," I agreed. "It's certainly got Sam's dick hard as iron. If he gets any harder, he's be drilling a hole right through my belly."

"I don't think that's the hole he wants to drill, Laura," Todd said. Diane laughed and Sam growled, "That's for damn sure!"

"Well, it looks like you're making good headway, Sam. You've already got her big tits out," Diane said. "Move back so Todd can see them."

Sam pulled back to expose my tits, and Todd groaned with male heat. "How big are they, Laura."

"34DD," Sam answered for me. "Feel them."

Todd didn't any more invitation than that. When his fingers found my nipples and squeezed, I couldn't suppress the groan. While Todd squeezed and sucked my nipples, Sam ground his iron-hard dick into my belly. At at the same time, Diane's hands were beneath my skirt where they rubbed my clitoris through my now very wet panties.

Todd couldn't resist sucking my nipples. I was delighted that he couldn't.

"Ooohh! Ooohh! Ooohh! Ooohh! UUnnnmmmmmmmmmmm aaahhhhhh!"

"Better hold it down, Laura," Diane advised. "Everyone gonna think you're being fucked." She rubbed me harder and Todd sucked harder on my nipples.

"OOOHH! OOOHH! OOOHH! OOOHH! UUMMMMMMMMM... AAAHHHH!"

From the other side of the room, we all heard a male voice say, "I think she's being fucked."

A hissing, excited female voice replied. "If she's not... she will be soon enough."

I noticed that Diane was still fully dressed in a tight pink blouse. Reaching out, I yanked it down exposing both of her tits. Immediately, Todd's hands left my tits and captured Diane's. Sam's hands replaced Todd’s on my breasts.

After pulling down Diane's sweater, the men had two pair of big tits to play with.

I knew I should stop, but these two hot men were doing every thing to me that I yearned for Bruce to do but never would. Neither Todd nor Sam had any inhibitions about playing with me in public and exposing my tits. I was so excited and hot, I didn't even seriously consider stopping either of them.

We heard Jack grunting and Gail’s moans turned to hot cries of pleasure. "He's cumming in her," Sam whispered in my ear.

"Yessss... he is."

"Make you hot to listen to her being screwed?"

"Yesss!!"

"I'm going to fuck you!"

"Yessss!"

"Right here where anyone can see you getting it."

"AAAahhhhhhhh fuckk... yes... YES!"

"Bend over!"

"Ooohhh god!" I moaned as I quickly bent over thrusting my hips back toward Sam.

"You can't get into her with her panties still on, Sam," Diane husked in an excited, deep voice. "Let me pull them down for you," she pleaded.

"Do it! "

Kneeling beside me, Sam shoved my short skirt up around my waist a moment before Diane slipped her fingers into my bikini panties and pulled them down my thighs to my ankles. I stepped out of them and that was the last I saw of my panties that night.

"She's soaking wet, Sam. Put it in her," Diane moaned. Todd stood beside her waiting to see me being fucked. I was already about to cum.

"You do it, Diane. Put my cock into her," Sam ordered.

I couldn't see what was happening in my bent over position, but a moment later, I felt the blunt end of Sam's thick cock being fitted into my opening. Diane's fingers pulled my hole open and lodged the big cock head inside me.

"AAAaaahhhhhhhh... god... He's in me... right here in public... He's in meeeeeeeeee."

I moaned as the thick dick began to slowly push into my vagina... stretching me. When I felt Sam's balls smack against my clit, I could tell that he wasn't nearly as long as my husband. He had maybe 6 inches, but it was thick and it was incredibly hard! Sam began to fuck me.

Once more, female wails and grunts filled the room, but this time they were mine and Diane's. Following Sam's example, Todd had bent her over beside me... almost shoulder to shoulder... and was now standing beside Sam pumping his dick inside Diane's pussy.

Sam's thick shaft sank into my throbbing pussy... deep and hard, thudding with authority against my clit. I couldn't suppress my gasp of hot passion as hot, electric stabs of pleasure shot through my clitoris and vagina. The force of his thrusts had my tits swinging wildly.

Glancing to my right, I saw that Diane's tits were swinging right beside mine. Her's weren't as big so they were swinging even faster. She looked at me, her mouth open, and gasped, "He's fucking me so damn hard, Laura! Ohhhh god... he's in me so fucking deep. Is Sam in you deep?"

"AAaaahhhh... mmmmmm... not so much deep as... uunnghh uunngghh... ooohhhh uuunnnnn... not so much deep as thick. He's stretching me, Diane... really stretching my cunt... AAAAHHHHHH!!"

Masculine grunts from the two men filled the basement, and when I felt Sam's hand on my clit as he fucked me, I just exploded and couldn’t stop cumming. Juices were flowing down my thighs.

"Diane's about to cum, Sam," Todd moaned while continuing to pump into the shuddering woman. Laura's cumming too... right now... isn't she?"

"Yeah. You should feel how hard her cunt is clamping down on my dick. Man! She's tight and hot!"

"So is Diane. She's quivering all over. Shall we switch?"

"Great idea," Sam grunted.

I was still trembling in my orgasm when I felt Sam pulling out of my pulsing cunt. There was some motion behind us and a moment later, my pussy was again filled with hard dick, but this time the dick was an inch and half longer but not as thick. The extra length allowed Todd to slam hard against my cervix intensifying my climax.

Beside me, Diane wailed as the much thicker shaft stretched her erupting vagina. "OOOHHH Fuck. Your guy is so damn thick. Stretching meeeeeeeeeeeeeee... I'm cumming...ooohhh fuck... he's making me cum again!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! AAahhhh god... Todd's ramming it against my womb, Diane... hard... I can't stop cumminggg... oohhhh you hot Stud. FUCK ME!" I gasped.

My thighs were wet with my excitement when Todd began to shoot his load into my hole. A moment later, my hot cuntal secretions and his sperm-filled semen were pouring out of my contracting vagina. Beside me, Diane was gasping. "Sam's cumming inside my cunt, Laura. Oh god... no condom... he shooting in meeeeeeeeee... aaaahhhhhhhhh... making me cummmmm!!"

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After I got dressed, except for my panties, I made a detour to the bathroom to clean up as well as I could and then rejoined Bruce in the den where he was still watching the football game.

"Hi. How's the game going?"

"It's really close. The Giants are ahead by three points and there's twelve minutes left in the game."

"Sounds exciting. Did you dance with anyone or just watch TV?"

"Ann and Susan stopped by to ask me if I would like to dance, but I said 'no'. Gail asked me if I would like to join her in the hot tub. Of course, I turned her down. What have you been doing?"

I danced with Todd and Sam a few dances, got something to eat. I'm afraid I've already had my limit as far as liquor or wine is concerned. Would you like for me to bring you something to eat?"

"That would be great! A sandwich of some kind and a beer, please."

When I returned a few minutes later, I had a corned beef on rye, some potato salad, and a beer. Bruce didn't take his eyes off the TV when he started eating.

"Why didn't you accept Gail's invitation to enjoy the hot tub with her, Honey? Didn't you think it would be fun?"

"I had a bath before we left the house, Honey, and the game was really close and exciting. I'm sure she understood."

"Maybe... but I doubt it."

As midnight approached, every woman at the party had been down in the basement dancing with all the men at the party except their husbands and Bruce. Judging from the opened buttons of the women's blouses, their smeared lipstick, and the fact that probably few, if any, were still wearing their panties, it was obvious that we were all doing more in the basement than just dancing. That is, it was obvious to everyone except my husband who noticed nothing except how many yards each team was gaining on each play.

"What's the matter with you?" I finally asked Bruce. It's a party! Relax. Enjoy yourself!"

"I told you that I didn't want to come to this party, Laura, but you insisted."

"I guess I did. I'm sorry you're not enjoying yourself. It's such a shame. I'm going to put on my bathing suit and try out the hot tub. Want to join me?"

"The game's in its last ten minutes. No way I'm leaving now. Thanks for the invite though."

I changed in one of the bedrooms. I had bought a new, sexy bikini especially for this party, and I couldn't wait to see what kind of reaction it would get from Claude Harmon and Jack Marvel. The whole thing consisted of not much more than a few square inches of red cloth... two small triangles to cover my 34DD breasts and a third small triangle to make a valiant attempt to cover my pussy. The third triangle did a fair job as long as I didn't spread my legs... then it failed miserably.

When I walked through the hallway and den toward the sauna and hot tub area, I had both Claude and Jack's attention, as well as Sam's and some of the women. Of course, Bruce was off in the TV room cheering wildly as the game entered its last eight minutes.

There were chairs surrounding the sauna and hot tub. Spreading out on one of them, I relaxed with my legs open long enough for both Claude and Jack to check me out in my red bikini. I had no sooner settled into the chair when Claude came over wearing his spandex bathing suit. His erection looked hard enough to tear his suit open.

Claude's cock was rigid with lust for my almost naked body.

"Damn, Woman. You look fantastic! How much did they charge you for those 10 square inches of red cloth?"

"Quite a bit, actually," I responded with a very pleased grin. "They had one with only five square inches of material, but it was too expensive."

"You should have called me, Laura. I would have paid the difference... Hell! I would have bought the thing for you!"

"Always the gallant gentlemen, aren't you, Honey. Next time, I will give you a call."

"I hope so!"

"This chair's not all that comfortable. Think I'll stretch out beside the tub for a bit," I said softly. I could feel Claude's eyes caressing my body as I spread out a towel and reclined on my side beside the pool. Rather than lying flat, I steepled one knee so the third triangle couldn't possibly do its job.

I had only been lying by the tub for a minute before Susan came over and whispered, "You know that your thong has pulled aside and you're driving all the guys wild showing off your cunt, don't you?"

"Isn't that the idea?" I replied with a sly smile.

"Is is, but why take half measures." Without saying another word, Susan pulled the tiny triangles off my tits. "There. That ought to get the boys hard and ready, Honey."

With my pussy lips already showing at the sides of my thong, Susan finished the job by baring both of my tits.

When he saw my naked tits, Claude came back over. "Come on, Laura. Let's get in the tub. You've got me so hard it hurts."

Slipping into the water, I reclined against the side of tub with the warm water lapping against the underside of my tits. There was a splash to my left and I saw that Claude had joined me.

He wasted no time in pressing his body against mine and cupping first one of my breasts and then the other. "Your tits would harden wet spaghetti, Laura," he whispered hotly in my ear as he lowered his mouth and captured one of my nipples between his sucking lips.

Claude sucked my nipples so hard it was making my pussy throb.

"Oohhhh god... that's feel good," I moaned.

"Jack's watching me play with them."

"I know. That's really turns me on," I gasped as my hand moved lower seeking Claude's dick. When I moved it to his crotch, I felt only bare skin and pubic hair. The stud had taken off his suit before getting into the tub with me, and his cock was at rigid attention.

"ooohhh... you're hard, Claude. Really hard!"

"So hard it hurts, and it's all your fault in that hot suit with those awesome tits and luscious pussy. I'm going to fuck you."

"Right here? Now?"

"Yes... Here! Now! Sit in my lap facing the tub."

Claude slipped further down in the hot tub to the point that the water was lapping against his chin. He had moved his legs together making it easy for me to spread mine outside his. As soon as I was in position, I felt his hands moving over my pussy pulling the tiny red triangle aside. I heard myself squeal softly in anticipation.

With the buoyant force of the water helping, it was easy for Claude to lift my hips upward and center his shaft at the opening to my cunt.

"Ooohhh," I moaned when I felt the cock head spreading my lips and entering me. Claude lowered my hips. More cock sank into my waiting hole. "Ooooohhh AAaaahhh... MMMmmmmmm." Pressing my hips down with his hands, the rest of his cock thrust into my now throbbing vagina.

"Oh god... you're in me, Claude. All the way in me." I began working on his shaft with my vaginal muscles... squeezing and releasing his shaft... again and again.

"Oh Baby. That's fantastic. I wish to hell you'd show my wife how to use her pussy like that!"

For several minutes, I continued to squeeze Claude's shaft with my vagina causing his moans to increase. Finally, I needed more.

"Please, Claude. Fuck me now. I need for you to pump me, Darling. Fuck me!"

He gave me what I asked for and then some. In moments, waves caused by the churning motion of our bodies were rippling across the surface of the water. My tits were bobbing up and down in response to his hard thrusts up into my cunt. Jack and Susan, who had been kissing and cuddling on the opposite side of the hot tub, had stopped to watch Claude fuck me. I could see Susan's arm moving as she stroked Jack's dick beneath the surface.

Beneath the water's surface, Claude's prick pumped into my cunt with steady, hard strokes.

The erotic thought of being screwed in a hot tub while another couple watched my body rising and falling in the water as my lover pumped me very quickly had me close to an orgasm. When Claude's hand moved between my thighs to my erect clitoris, that was all that it took. I began to tremble... then shake... and finally shudder as the hard spasms pulsed through my stuffed pussy and forced my clit into spastic contractions.

"MMMmmm... I'm cumming, Claude. Hard. Give to me, Darling."

"Hot cunt," he hissed in my ear as his hips went into overdrive. Again and again, he slammed it into my hole. Each time he gave it to me, my vagina clamped down hard on his prick.

"I'm cumming again, Baby... ooohhhhh fuck meeeeeeee," I hissed. Claude's thrusts were lifting me a full foot now causing my tits to bounce wildly.

"Oh fuck... I'm shooting, Laura... I'M SHOOTING INSIDE YOUR CUNT... UUGGHH... UUGGHH! UUGGHHH!!"

My pussy was still throbbing around Claude's pulsing dick when Susan turned to face Jack and mounted him as his mouth captured one of her tits. Jack began fucking her just as Claude was finishing his orgasm inside my cunt.

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After Claude and I finished screwing, I returned to the bedroom and put on the same clothes I had worn to the party... except for my panties, which were now long gone. At five minutes until midnight, I was back in the TV room where Bruce was now watching the recap show. "Who won?" I asked.

"The Giants. The game was tied, but they drove the length of the field in the last minute and a half of the game. It was really a fantastic finish. You should have stayed and watched with me."

"You know I'm not much of a football fan, Honey. It's five minutes until midnight. Any chance of getting a New Year's kiss from my sexy husband?"

"Hell yes! Not a problem, Honey. In fact, why don't we head home to our bed, and I'll give you a lot more than just a kiss."

"Diane and Claude have a New Year's breakfast planned for 1 AM. I don't want to be a party pooper. They've gone to a lot of trouble and the breakfast is really going to be a feast. I don't want to miss it. Besides, I know you pretty well, Stud. You'll be randy as hell by the time you get me in bed, and I'll love it."

"That's for sure, Baby. That's for sure!"

"Now that the game's over, Bruce, why don't you dance with some of the other wives. You know they all want to dance with you."

"I don't know why. I'm not a very good dancer."

"Hey! It's midnight. Give me my kiss, Honey."

Bruce responded beautifully this time. Taking me into his powerful arms, he first kissed me tenderly, then with more passion and harder. A full two minutes later, he finished the kiss with his tongue deep inside my mouth and his rock-solid, massive erection grinding into my belly.

"Wow! Now that's what I call a New Year's kiss! And this is why all the women want to a turn or two on the dance floor with you, Lover." My hand moved to his shaft and wrapped around its girth. Squeezing his prick, I slowly jacked him inside his pants.

"You're kidding me," he protested.

"No way. If you don't believe me, just pick any one of the other four women and ask her to dance. She'll have you down in the basement on the dance faster than you can believe. Trust me. Just ask."

"Their husbands are here, and I'm really not interested in a confrontation with a jealous, pissed off husband, Laura."

"The husband of the woman you invite to dance won't go down to the basement while his wife is dancing down there. That's the general understanding. That way, you and your partner can flirt and not have to worry about a jealous husband. Just ask one of them. You'll see."

"I'm not really interested in dancing and flirting, Laura. I think I'll pass and just enjoy the breakfast."

"Well, the breakfast isn't for another hour. Why not put on your bathing suit and take a dip in the hot tub. It's really nice. And don't be surprised if one of the other women joins you. If you won't dance with them, they can chat with you in the tub. Go ahead, Darling. You'll enjoy it."

"I don't think the woman's husband would particularly enjoy his wife and I soaking in the hot tub together."

"Same rule, Honey. Her husband won't go into the sauna/hot tub area when his wife is there."

My husband stared at me. Finally, he just said, "I'll think about it." and went off to the bar area to make himself a drink, his third of the evening.

Later, I was in the kitchen helping Diane get the breakfast ready when she said, "You weren't kidding the other day when you told me Bruce is Mr. Conservative. I don't think he's danced with anyone, or gotten in the hot tub, or anything else. Is he Ok?"

"Physically, he's in great shape. Mentally, he's got problems, and I can't seem to do anything about them. He would keep a team of psychiatrists busy for a year trying to figure him out. It's too bad because he's a hunk and you wouldn't believe how big and thick his cock is... and he really knows how to use it inside a woman."

"Oh I believe it, Laura. I believe it!"

"Really? Have you fucked him? I hope so."

"Only in my fantasies, Laura... only in my fantasies. I've seen Bruce when he's gotten hard, and the bulge that cock makes in his pants is awesome. Like when he was kissing you at midnight. His erection looked massive. I should tell you that if he wanted to fuck me, I'd have my legs open so fast it would make his head swim."

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Breakfast was great, and everyone was starved from all the sexual energy they had expended over the previous four hours. Even Bruce ate heartily. I assumed the excitement of the football game must have worked up his appetite.

I was carrying some of the dirty dishes into the kitchen when Jack Marvel came up behind me, slipped his arms around my shoulders, cupped both of my tits, and whispered, "You've been here almost five hours now, Laura, and I haven't had a dance, or enjoyed you in the hot tub. Let's slip upstairs while every one is having dessert and cleaning up the dishes."

"You got to watch me with Claude in the hot tub. Wasn't that enough?"

"Hardly. I want to fuck you."

"Jack, my husband is Mr. Conservative. He hasn't done anything with any of the other women all evening even though I've urged him to dance with someone or enjoy the hot tub. Before, he was glued to the TV watching the football game. Now, the game is over. I don't think I can get away without having him walk in on us, Honey. Neither of us want that."

"Shit! I know you're right, but you look so delicious, it's hard to take. Thanks anyway."

Jack walked away looking like a pet dog who's just been kicked by his master. I felt like a prick tease. I also wanted to fuck Jack just as much as he wanted to fuck me. But I didn't see any way to manage it safely.

Not long after that, Bruce suggested it we should head home as it was already 2:30 AM. If he had plans to screw me once we got home, he was disappointed. I was asleep in the car a few minutes after we left the Harmon's home.

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Laura Steps Out:

After that erotic New Year's Eve party, there was no possible way I could go back to nothing but missionary-position sex with just Bruce. He was still getting me off when we fucked, but with no eroticism, no anal or oral sex, virtually no variety in position or in foreplay, and a near complete absence of anything kinky and sensuous, sex with Bruce was becoming boring. Getting it from a beautiful, long, and thick cock is a big plus, but it wasn't enough, at least not for me.

To give myself more free time, I cut my work at the ER three and a half to four days a week. Essentially, I was on duty for eight hours every other day. During a break between patients on Monday, I called Jack Marvel at his office.

He answered my call with his business salutation. "Good afternoon. Jack Marvel speaking. How can I help you?"

"Hi, Jack. It's Laura. Am I interrupting something important?"

"You can interrupt me anytime, Laura, but no, I'm not busy. This is a slow time for CPA tax specialists. What's up?"

"I still feel bad about teasing you all evening at Diane and Claude's party and then having to turn you down later in the evening. I'd like a chance to make it up to you."

" My day just got a lot better! When?"

"I don't work tomorrow. Can you get away for a few hours?"

"How about at noon?"

"Sounds deliciously wicked. Get a room somewhere and call me on my cell. I'll meet you there.

"How about the Marriott on Haskell and 95th? I’ll get us a room and meet you at 12:15 PM. I'll text message you to let you know the room number... and Laura..."

"Yes?"

"Don't wear a bra."

"Whatever you say, Lover. Shall I forget about wearing panties too?"

"Wear a thong. I like taking a woman's panties off."

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Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from me when I entered the room slightly after noon the next day. I could already see his package tenting his pants. Staring right at his erect cock just as hard as he was staring at my nearly exposed tits and legs, I groaned, "Oohhh god... that looks big and hard! Take it out, Honey... right now. I want to see it!"

Jack unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. His tight briefs weren't able to contain the rigid shaft of male flesh. The big purple head was swollen and already leaking a copious stream of precum fluids. Two inches of dick stuck up out the waistband. It looked so hot... so erotic... so sensuous. I felt my vagina contract in anticipation.

"Like it?" he asked.

"It's making me wet. Take it out, Jack. Let me see all of it."

He pulled down his shorts letting the rigid sex gun arch upward. It had a slight upward curl ... just perfect for sliding up and into a woman's hot tunnel. It looked to be about 7 and a half inches long and perfectly thick. It wasn't close to being as large as my husband's cock, but I didn't have any doubt that Jack's cock was going to make me cum multiple times.

"Take out your tits, Laura."

"I'm not wearing a bra, Honey. My tits were bouncing and jiggling so much when I walked through the lobby, every guy was checking them out."

"Like my big tits, Lover?"

"Did you like all those men staring at your big tits... wanting you them... wanting to fuck you?"

"Yesss... ooohhh fuck YES!" I moaned as I pulled my dress open and allowed both tits to tumble out. My nipples were already hard and sensitive.

"Pull you dress up, Laura. Show me your panties."

I felt like I was about to have a climax and Jack hadn't even touched me yet... but I knew he would... in ways that Bruce never did. Pulling up my dress, I displayed my tiny wet thong for him. As he stared at it, I moved it aside and exposed my cunt.

Jack's eyes darted back and forth between my tits and my wet thong.

"Open your hot hole, Laura. Let me see inside your cunt."

"Oh yessss," I groaned as I spread my lips and arched my hips toward Jack so he could see far inside my throbbing pussy. "Please... do every thing to me, Jack. Make me do every thing. Hurry. I'm so fucking hot!"

Jack moved closer, hefted my naked tits as he kissed me. At the same time his hand moved between my legs and up to my wet cunt. I heard a low moan escape my mouth when his fingers moved inside my pussy and slowly thrust back and forth. I could feel my excitement rising. Jack seemed to know that I was more than ready.

He pushed me backwards onto the bed. Of course, with my vagina filled with his fingers and my pussy throbbing, I put up no resistance. As I fell onto my back, Jack grasped my legs and raised them until they rested on his shoulders. Lowering himself between my open legs, his mouth clamped onto my pussy.

"Ooohhhhh yessss," I heard myself moan.

Jack's tongue thrust into my hole causing my ass to rise up off the bed to receive it. My tits were beginning to rise and fall at a much faster rate in time to the tongue thrusts into my cunt. I couldn't keep my eyes open, nor could I keep from biting my lower lip as my vagina now throbbed around Jack's tongue.

My breath was coming in gasps now... uneven... labored. I couldn't keep my ass still. "Jack... JACK! aaahhh god... you're gonna make me cum!" I groaned. My tits quivered and bounced even harder.

Abruptly, Jack pulled his tongue out of my throbbing vagina and began it sliding up and down my slit all the way from my ass up across the opening to my cunt and then up toward my bulging clitoris. When his tongue reached the clit, he swirled it over and around my organ. It throbbed... oohhhh god... how it throbbed... hard contractions each time he licked the shaft and flicked his tongue tip over the sensitive top of my clitoris.

"AAGGHHHH... OOOH FUCKKKKK!! CUMMINGGG... I'M FUCKING CUMMINGGG! LICK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screeched as my clitoris erupted in a series of hard spasms.

Jack gave me no time to rest or recover. While my clitoris was still contracting in repeated spasms, my hot stud slowly slid his tongue back down the length of my slit to my cunt hole, which was now opening and closing in rhythm with my throbbing clitoris. Once more, Jack's tongue fucked into my open vagina, and once more, my ass rose off the bed in response. Now his lips began kissing my moist inner lips as his tongue moved sensuously in and out of my hole.

My first orgasm had ebbed and the hard, spastic contractions of my clitoris eased, but Jack didn't allow that to last long. His tongue and lips quickly returned to my clitoris! Instantly, I felt my clit expanding and swelling to the bursting point under the suction of Jack's mouth. His tongue was raking over the tip of my clit with rapid, forceful strokes. My ass rose even higher as my legs shot straight into the air.

At that moment, two fingers entered my vagina and quickly found my G-spot, and, as the same time, two more fingers fucked into my asshole.

"AAAHHHHH GGGGAAAAHHHHHHH... UUNNGGHHH!!" I screamed and howled as my clitoris erupted for a second time as both my cunt and ass holes contracted in hard spasms around his probing fingers. My juices squirted forcefully out of my pussy drenching Jack's face.

I was still shuddering from my second climax when Jack pulled his face from between my thighs, moved up and my body and mounted me. Instantly, my legs rose on either side of his body. Putting my hands behind my knees, I pulled them back and against my tits and opened myself for him.

"STICK IT IN MEEEEEEEEEEE!" I howled.

"You want my cock?"

"YESSS! YOU BASTARD. PUT IT IN MY CUNT.... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"

He rammed his 7-inch sex spike into my waiting hole, shoved his hands beneath my ass, and drilled me hard. "

"UUNNGGHH OHHHH FUCK IT! OOHHH FUCK IT! MY CUNT! FUCK MY CUNT! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... YYESSSS!! LIKE THAT ... LIKE THAT! RAM MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Jack's cock hammered my ass deep into the mattress. On every stroke, the hot stud pulled almost the entire length out of my throbbing hole until just the big head was still inside keeping me open and ready for his next thrust. A moment later, he would give me that thrust driving his hard spike deep into my cunt until the big head pounded against my womb and once more drove my hips deep into the mattress bringing grunting screeches of female pleasure from me.

Jack pulled it out....... then rammed it back into me... again and again

Once more his hand moved under my ass and once more, I felt two fingers drive into my asshole at the same time as his thick cock plundered my defenseless pussy.

"oohhhh god... that's wonderful, Jack... oohhh shit... you should give my husband lessons on how to fuck his wife.... aaaahhh... harder, Baby... give it to me harder... make me cum on your hot cock, Stud!"

He did, and as I erupted, he emptied his balls into my hot hole at the same time.

We rested and cuddled on the bed for awhile until finally he got up and went to the door leading to the balcony of our second floor room. I gasped when he pulled open the drapes and then the curtains covering the wide expanse of glass. With the other hotel rooms directly across the patio from us, I realized that Jack intended to fuck me in public. That kinky thought had my pussy gushing. Jack was going to do one of the things I had begged Bruce to do many times only to be refused every time. Now, I was going to get it with others watching, and Jack didn't even ask me... he was just going to fuck me. I was already about to cum again.

Returning to the bed, his cock now semi-erect, he stood beside the bed and said, "SUCK IT!" I couldn't get it inside my mouth fast enough. Kneeling on the bed with my naked ass pointed right at the open patio door, I took Jack's rapidly hardening organ into my mouth and spread my knees at the same time... so if any man was watching me suck, he could also see my cunt.

I hoped someone was watching me suck Jack's cock.

After less than a minute, I was taking almost all of his thick dick inside my mouth and throat. Jack was groaning, his prick throbbing. Being able to suck my lover almost all the way was thrilling. I could never do that with my husband's huge cock.

When I felt Jack's dick throbbing and jerking inside my mouth, I pushed my lips all the way to the base, cupped his balls, and sucked him really hard and fast.

"I'd love to shoot in your hot mouth, Laura, but not this time. I want your cunt again."

"Yess.. my cunt! Fuck my cunt, Lover. Shoot that big load into me while all those men in the other rooms watch you fucking me!"

"You really want them to see you being fucked, don't you?"

"Yessss," I hissed in hot passion.

"Then, they're really going to see you, Honey." With that, Jack pulled me off the bed and led me to the patio door. He moved behind me and pressed my body flush against the glass... mashing my tits and belly up against its cold surface.

"Ooohhhh shit... are you going to screw me like this?"

"Yes... just like this. Spread your feet further apart and thrust your hot ass back toward me so I can get my cock into you, Laura."

I braced myself with my hands against the glass and arched my ass. Jack held my hips and nailed his stiff dick into my drenched, cum-filled cunt. He gave me all seven inches on the first thrust. Then, holding my hips, he began fucking me with steady, hard strokes that had my tits bouncing right in front of the glass.

Jack fucked me right in front of the open patio door.

Pulling me back from the glass enough to give me more room, he growled, "Bend over, you delicious slut. Bend over and stick that hot ass out. Spreading my hands against the glass, I bent over at the waist. Jack powered his cock into me and my tits began swinging back and forth.

As I was fucked, I had my face almost against the glass staring directly across the open atrium at the room directly opposite us. A man was standing at his patio door watching Jack fuck me. His pants were down, and he was jacking off at the same tempo as I was being fucked. Each time Jack drove his prick home, the guy pumped his dick. When Jack speeded up his fucking, the guy jacked his cock faster.

The man in the other room watched my tits swinging as he jacked off.

"There's a guy watching me fuck you, Laura. See him?" Jack gasped between fuck strokes.

"Oohhh yess... he's been watching for five minutes. Oh god. Look!"

As we watched, we saw the man with the phone in his hand dialing. A moment later, our room phone rang on the table right beside me. "Answer it, Laura."

Lifting the receiver, I gasped. "Is that ... uunngghh... aaahh... is that you watching?"

"Yeah. Have you cum yet?"

"Unnghh... yesss... four times so far... aaaahhhh... fuck.... he's ramming me so damn hard."

"Are you going to cum again?"

"Yesss.. ooohhhh uggh... aaahhh... big dick is in meee... gonna make me cummmm... I want you...aaahh aaahhh aaaahhhh aaahhhh ... want you to shoot .... uunnmmmmm... shoot when he shoots."

"I have a better idea. Let me come over there and fuck you when he finishes."

Turning my head toward Jack, I hissed, "He wants to come over and fuck me when you're finished. What should I tell him?"

"Tell him to hurry up. I can't hold off much longer."

"I heard him," the voice on the phone said in my ear. "I'm on my way. What's the room number?"

After the guy hung up, Jack moved us over to the door never taking his cock out of my cunt. He opened the door a little, shot the bolt with the door open, and then let it swing shut. With the bolt out, the door was closed but not locked. I was on the bed in doggie position, my head on the bed, ass high in the air, with Jack ramming me when I heard the door open and close.

"You cum in her yet?" I heard the male voice ask.

"Once before... getting ready to shoot in my second load. You ready to take over?"

"Oh hell yes! She's gorgeous. What's your name, Honey?"

"Laura... aaaahhhh... you're watching... uughghhhhh Laura getting fucked, Honey... oohhhh shit... he's starting to throb... he's gonna shoot in meeeeeeeeeeee... NOW! NOW! He shooting in Laura's cunt, Honey... aaahhhhhhh... big fuck load is going into meeeeeeee!"

When Jack's orgasm ebbed and his cock was shooting blanks, he pulled out and made room for the other man. I stayed on the bed, knees spread, ass high, cum leaking out of my pussy, and waited. I didn't have to wait long before I was taking another dick... this one not as big or as thick as Jack's, but it was hard as stone and its owner was fucking my brains out with it.

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After that session with Jack and the other guy at the Marriott Inn, I began to branch out and find other lovers to fill the void that Bruce refused to fill, or even consider filling for that matter.

Several times I went to one of the hotel lounges or one of the dance clubs and let men pick me up. Some of these guys were poor lovers. They always became one-time things. But some of them were good in bed. I usually met them a second time. A few were good in bed and very kinky and sensuous. These guys became more or less regular studs whom I met once a month or so.

After three months, I had four men I saw regularly plus Jack. The five of them, along with an occasional guy whose appearance turned me on, were doing a great job taking care of my needs that my husband would not or could not satisfy. In addition, I still enjoyed my husband's big, thick cock. It never failed to make me cum several times when he stretched my pussy with it.

All in all, I was one very satisfied woman... satisfied with my rewarding medical job... satisfied with our upscale lifestyle... and satisfied with my hot sex life.

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Bruce's Discovery:

In mid-April, three and a half months after the New Year's Eve party at the Harmon's home, I was working in the main office of my mid-size construction company, Midrange Construction, Inc., when my secretary's light flashed on the intercom.

"Yes, Carol?" I responded.

"Mr. Talbert, Mr. Sam Norman is here to see you about a new construction project. He wants to know if you have time to discuss it with him."

"Absolutely! Please ask Mr. Norman to come in." I rose and met Sam at the door.

"Good morning, Sam. What brings you over this way? Carol said something about a new construction project."

"Yeah. You remember the New Year's Eve party at Claude and Diane's place? Well, Susan loved their spa and hot tub playroom, and she's been bugging me ever since to have one built onto our house. If I'm going to spend that kind of money, I would prefer that one of my friends made the profit than some guy I don't even know. Do you handle that kind of job, Bruce? Is it too small?"

"It's on the small side, but I'd be delighted to do the job for you. Why don't we discuss some possible designs and prices and see what you think?"

"Sounds like a plan to me. You know the major reason why I've agreed to Susan's idea for this room is that she's agreed for us to host some parties like the one Diane and Claude had at New Year's if we put in the spa/hot tub room. That's more than enough incentive for me!" Sam said with a laugh.

I wasn't quite sure why Sam was so anxious to host parties, but if he wanted a spa/hot tub room addition to his home, I knew I would be happy to build it for him and make the money. We spent the entire morning going over different possible designs and prices. By noon, Sam had decided what he wanted and we shook hands on the deal.

"I'll have Carol draw up the contracts this afternoon, Sam. Have them ready for our signatures in a few days."

"That's works for me," Sam said with a grin. "Now, let's go to lunch. My treat. That's the least I can do after taking up your entire morning. Besides, I would really like to talk to you about that New Year's Eve party at the Harmon's."

"Ok. I'm not turning down a free lunch," I responded.

Thirty minutes later, Sam and I were seated in a back booth at Donavan's waiting for our beer and sandwiches to arrive, when Sam leaned forward across the booth and said, "Can we talk about that party, Bruce? Man-to-man?"

"Sure. No problem. What about the party?" I asked, now more than a little confused about why Sam wanted to discuss a party that took place over three months previously.

Lowering his voice, Sam confided, "I've been trying for months to get my wife to tell me how many of the guys fucked her at that party, but all she does is grin and say something like, ‘That’s for me to know and for you to wonder about.' She has promised to tell me as an anniversary present or when you get the new room built, but I don't want to wait that long. So, I've been checking with each of the guys at the party. I've already talked to Jack and Claude."

Sam paused, obviously waiting for me to reply to his unspoken question. Stalling for time, I asked, "What did you find out from Jack and Claude, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I don't mind at all. The whole thing turns me on big time, Man! Jack told me that he fucked Susan in the hot tub just before midnight. In fact, he told me I had an incredibly hot wife and was a lucky guy. Claude said he had screwed her earlier down in the basement. So that just leaves you and Todd."

"And you want to know if I had sex with your wife at that party? Is that it?"

"Yeah... I hope you're not offended. I'm not gonna get angry or anything like that. As I said, this party thing really turns me on. I can't wait until we or someone else hosts another one."

"I don't mind telling you, Sam, and I'm not offended. I watched the football game on TV for the first part of the evening, and I never did have the opportunity to have sex with Susan. That's the truth."

"I believe you, Bruce. In fact, Susan has hinted that she didn't get laid by every one of the guys, and it has seemed to me that she's been disappointed in that. I think that's part of the reason she wants the spa/hot tub room so we can host a party."

"What about Todd? Did he fuck her?" I asked.

"Don't know. I haven't spoken to him yet, but I plan to do that soon. My guess is that he nailed her. If so, she got screwed by everyone at the party except you. The word among the women is that you have a huge dick... so I'm not surprised that Susan was disappointed in not getting to enjoy it. Anyway, thanks for telling me. I really appreciate it. You and Laura will be the first couple we invite to our party when the room is built."

As we worked on our sandwiches and beer, I finally knew that I had to ask about Laura. "Sam, Laura hasn't told me what she did at the party either... just like your wife. I guess that's typical for a wife. I haven't pressed and consequently, I have no clue. Would you mind filling me in on what you know?"

"I could do that, but I gotta know if you're Ok with this. I really like you, Bruce, and I don't want to this private conversation to end up causing problems between us. I mean... well, if you had fucked my wife at the party, I'd be more comfortable about discussing Laura, but as it is... well, I'm not sure."

"Oh yes. I understand. But you don't have to worry about that, Sam. I'll make up for my bad luck in not getting with Susan on New Year's at the next party... that's for sure. So, just relax. I'm cool with whatever it is you have to tell me."

"Ok. I got Laura down in the basement almost as soon as the party started. She was hot and ready. It didn't take long to get her tits out and her dress up around her waist. Todd was down there with Diane at the same time, and the two of them joined us. In fact, it was Diane who pulled down your wife's panties so I could fuck her."

The surge of mixed emotions that were going through me as Sam talked were amazing. I felt angry, turned on, amazed, and disgusted all at the same time. I also realized that I was getting erection. I thought about saying a dozen different things, but all I managed to say was, "Go on. Or is that it?"

"Hardly! I had Laura bend over, and I slipped it into her. Todd and Diane got so hot watching and listening to Laura moan, he bent her over right beside your wife and the two of us nailed them. They both came pretty fast, and when they did, Todd and I switched partners. I finished inside Diane's pussy while Todd put his load into Laura's."

My cock was now fully hard. I didn't really understand why since the entire story was making me angry at Laura for cuckolding me. "Was that it or did anyone else fuck my wife?" I asked keeping my voice calm.

"I don't know about Jack. Maybe he got into your wife too. Don't know. I do know that Claude banged her around midnight. I saw them in the hot tub together."

"How do you know that Claude was screwing her?"

"Well, I couldn't actually see his dick pumping her pussy, Bruce, but she was sitting on his lap in the tub with her back against his chest. Claude was thrusting and your wife's body was rising and failing... her tits were really bouncing. Take my word for it, Bruce... Claude had his cock in her pussy fucking her. That's about all I know."

"So your wife got laid by two or three of the guys and mine got banged by three of them... maybe four. Is that about it?"

"As far as I know, yep... that's the story. I'm really looking forward to seeing the new room built. Thanks for taking on the job, Bruce. Susan and I really appreciate it."

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The rest of that afternoon, I couldn't think about anything except what Sam had told me. I knew my wife liked to flirt and had a lot of silly kinky ideas about what sex should be like, but I never, ever imagined that she would take it further than just sexy flirting.

I spent an hour going over the plans and design for Sam's new room with one of my crew bosses who was surprised that I had agreed to take on the job since it was so small. "Jim, Sam’s a good friend of mine. I would appreciate it if you give him the best you can get out of your crew."

"Not a problem, Bruce. I'll take care of it."

After Jim left, I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to decide what to do. It seemed clear that Laura had had sex with three or four of the guys at the party depending on whether Jack had gotten into her or not. But that was a New Year's Eve party, and she was half drunk. That didn't mean that she was screwing around on me regularly. If she was, our marriage was clearly over, but before I did anything drastic, I had to find out for certain.

It seemed to me that she couldn't be cuckolding me regularly since she was always ready for sex whenever I wanted it. After a moment's thought, I corrected my assessment... Laura wasn't just always ready for sex... she was always eager for it, and she never failed to have two or more orgasms when I fucked her. If she were seeing a bunch of other men, there would obviously be times when she wasn't interested in more sex. I had never seen even one such time.

In addition, none of the other signs were present. She hadn't changed the way she dressed. She wasn't cross and angry when we talked. She still flirted all the time and wore sexy clothes, but that was the same as usual. And she was always at work when she was supposed to be at work, and in the evenings, she was always at home with me.

But then, on the other hand, she used to pester me constantly to try oral and anal sex. She hadn't done that in months. At least every other time I fucked her, she suggested that we at least try it with her on top. I couldn't remember the last time Laura had made that suggestion to me during sex. Every time we were out, and she got turned on from flirting with some guy or guys, she would always plead with me to do it to her in the back seat of the car, in a park, or some other public place. That had also stopped completely. Had she finally given up those weird and silly notions because she realized that it was much hotter and sexier for me to be on top making her cum while I pounded her pussy with my big sex gun? Or was she getting those other things from some other man or men? I had to find out.

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At first, I did all the usual things like calling her at random times at the ER to see if Laura was at work as she claimed to be. She was always present and usually busy with a patient as the nurses would confirm. When I was alone in our bedroom, I checked the clothes hamper for soiled, cum-encrusted panties. I never found any. When we were in bed having sex, I wondered if I went down on Laura if I would be able to detect the aroma or taste of semen inside her pussy. Since I had no intention of licking and sucking any woman's pussy, that was one test I had to set aside.

Every time she had one of her three days off from the ER, she was always home in the evening when I came in from work. That left only the daytime during my working hours. With nothing else to check, I decided I had to take off from work a few times when Laura was not scheduled to work at the ER and follow her. To guard against her calling me at my office to see if I was working when actually I was following her, I arranged to have all calls to my office phone automatically forwarded to my cell.

The first time I followed her, she went to the grocery store and then to her exercise class at the country club. I waited until I knew she should be doing her aerobics and stress exercises and then carefully looked inside the exercise area. Laura was busy walking on the treadmill. When she left the country club, she went straight home.

I was beginning to think that either Sam had made up all that stuff about our wives getting laid at the New Year's Eve party or it was a one-time thing brought on by all the alcohol Laura had consumed. That view changed drastically the second time I followed my wife.

This time I followed Laura's Lexus straight to the Hilton Inn. She parked in the lot toward the back and walked quickly into the hotel lobby, but not so quickly that I failed to notice the sexy, short dress she was wearing, the ample cleavage she was showing in her push-up bra, and her five-inch, come-fuck-me heels. By the time I parked and entered the lobby, my wife was no where in sight. Obviously, she had already gone up to one of the rooms.

With nothing else to do, I went back to my car and waited while keeping a close eye on her Lexus. When I settled down to wait, I checked my watch. It was 11:15 AM. At 2:45 PM, three and a half hours after she had entered the Hilton, I saw my wife returning to her car. Her hair was mussed and the unrestrained bounce of her big tits made it obvious that she no longer wore a bra. I wondered if she had worn panties, and if so, if she still had them on.

That evening when I came in from work, Laura had dinner cooking. She was dressed in a very tight pair of jeans and a sweater that put a lot of tits on display for my pleasure. She also wore heels... not the ones with 5-inch heels, but she looked sexy even in the three-inch heels. When I pulled her into my arms to kiss her, she melted against me, grinding her pussy against my hard, erect cock.

"MMmmmmm... wow! That really feels hard, Honey. What has you so turned on?"

"You do, Laura. You look like you've been poured into those jeans. I can see the outline of your slit."

"You noticed! I love that, Honey. Shall I delay dinner until I've taken care of that big hard-on?"

"Great idea!" I said as I scooped my wife up in my arms and carried her to the our bedroom. Dropping her onto our bed, I growled, "Get out of those jeans, Baby... Hurry!"

Laura had to struggle to get the jeans over her ass and down her thighs. She pulled off her heels and stripped them over her feet. Lying back on the bed, she pulled her knees back until they were just outside her big tits and waited for me to mount her.

"Put your heels back on, Laura."

"Oh yes! That's so kinky... I love it!" Quickly, she slipped her feet back into the heels and resumed her position.

I spent a moment staring at her cunt. It was wet and her lips were slightly open so I could see an inch into her vagina. It looked like it had been very thoroughly used and stretched earlier in the day, which I knew that it had. I wondered if she had cum inside her cunt.

She hissed in hot pleasure when I sank my 9 and half inches of thick meat into her waiting hole. Even though she was already stretched, she got stretched a lot more when I pounded my dick into her hole. She was wet... very wet... so wet I could hear the squishing sounds my cock was making every time it filled her hole.

My wife's pussy convulsed in orgasm very quickly when I sank my thick, long sex spike into her.

Laura came very quickly. I could feel her vagina clamping down hard on my dick in spastic contractions. I fucked her even harder. Before I emptied my balls inside her pussy, she came twice more.

Later, as she was putting the dinner on the table and I was taking a quick shower, I checked the clothes hamper but found no sign of her soiled panties. I also checked her closet and did find the dress she had worn that morning. It was all the way at the back of the closet where I would never have found it if I hadn't known what to look for.

I now knew that my wife was cheating on me, but knowing and being able to prove it were two different things. I needed some hard evidence of her cheating... like photos of her some guy fucking her. I thought about hiring a private detective agency, but that was too public and also expensive. Having read numerous stories of how husbands catch their cheating wives, I decided to try what most of them did... arrange a fake out-of-town trip for several days so my wife would relax and see her lover some place where I could catch her doing it.

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That weekend I told Laura that I had to take an inspection trip of all the various projects my company had going. This type of thing occurred every few months so all Laura did was nod her head and ask when I was leaving and how long I would be gone.

"I plan on leaving Monday afternoon after taking care of business at the office. If every thing goes well, I'll be back by Friday afternoon. I'll call you each day so you'll know where I am and what the situation is. Is there anything I need to do for you before I leave?"

"No. I can't think of a thing other than the usual."

"The usual? What's that?"

"Several hard fuckings from that magic dick of yours tonight... another deep screwing in the morning, one more in the afternoon, and as many times as you can get it up Sunday night. I would also appreciate a really intense fucking Monday morning, Lover. Think you can handle that assignment?"

"I'll do my best," I responded with a grin as I thought that my wife might be a cheating bitch, but she was a red hot, sexy cheating bitch. I was going to miss her eager pussy after I divorced her.

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On Monday morning, I stopped by my office and made arrangements for one of my crew chiefs to take care of matters for the next four days. After taking care of all pending correspondence, I signed the contracts for Sam's new room and instructed my secretary to call Mr. Norman and inform him that the documents were ready for his signature. Finally, I drove to the airport, parked the car in the long-term lot, and got an inexpensive rental car. At 10 AM, I was on my way back to the Western Inn about a half mile from our house.

I knew that Laura worked on Mondays in the ER and wouldn't be home until about 5 PM. While I waited, I worked on reports and my laptop occasionally stopping to watch a game on TV. I had a light lunch and an early dinner. At 5 PM, I was on my way to our house.

When I arrived at my vantage point in a nearby park, I saw Laura's Lexus entering our garage. Over the weekend, I had installed video cameras in the master and guest bedrooms and in the our den. I figured that would be sufficient unless Laura and some guy decided to get it on in the garage, kitchen, or living room, which seemed to me to be very unlikely with comfortable couches and beds available. I also had an excellent digital camera with me with a good telephoto lens.

It was 7:30 PM before I saw the garage door rising. A moment later, the Lexus emerged with Laura behind the wheel. I waited until she was a reasonable distance away before following her. She drove straight for the freeway and entered as soon as possible. Obviously, she knew exactly where she was going. At this time of day, there was no problem keeping up with the Lexus. About 10 minutes later, it exited the freeway, drove several blocks, and turned into the parking lot of "The Meeting Spot".

By the time I entered the parking lot, Laura was already inside the club. To be perfectly safe, I knew I should stay in the car and wait, but I wanted to see what my wife was doing, and I also wanted to get some photographs as well. I had brought along a baseball cap and dark sunglasses, which I hoped would be sufficient to prevent Laura from recognizing me if she should happen to glance in my direction. Nevertheless, I stayed in the shadows when I entered.

First I scanned the bar area for my wife without success. Moving to a better vantage point, I looked over the seating areas of the club and had no problem finding my wife. She was sitting at a table alone. I wondered if she were meeting someone or just out trolling for a sexy male. The way she was dressed, the latter seemed more likely.

Her tight blue sweater looked like it had been sprayed onto her body. The bodice just barely covered her nipples. If she was wearing a bra, it had to be half-bra. Her legs were crossed causing her mini black skirt to rise well above the tops of her stockings. I didn't think she would be alone for very long.

Laura was advertising her availability by showing off most of her tits and her thighs above her stockings.

A moment later, I was proven correct. The guy asked my wife to dance, she accepted, and for the next few minutes, I watched as Laura moved about the floor in his arms. However, after one song, she said something to the guy and returned to her table alone. I could see the disappointment on his face.

This was repeated twice more until a young stud with a hard, well-built body and bald head approached my wife. The guy wore a tight T-shirt and jeans so tight that even from where I was sitting, I could see he had a sizable cock... not as big or as thick as mine, but much bigger than average. I could almost see and feel my wife's excitement mount. She couldn't take her eyes off the guy's body and the bulge in his jeans.

It was a foregone conclusion that Laura was going to accept his invitation to dance. Laura quickly finished her drink as the stud took her hand and led her onto the floor. After a few moments I saw that she had her arms locked around his neck, and he was holding her body firmly against his own. From the way his hips moved, I knew that he was pressing his dick against her. He had his hands on her bottom pulling her close, and Laura was making no effort to pull away. They danced around the floor several times. When they were on the other side in the shadows, the guy tilted her head back and kissed her. Laura locked her arms tightly about his shoulders during the kiss. It looked to me like she had her mouth open.

When the song ended, the two of them returned to Laura's table, but this time, she had obviously invited the guy to join her. I wasn't the least surprised. He moved his chair close to my wife's and whispered something in my wife's ear. She laughed and shook her head. Obviously, he had asked her to do something and she had refused... but not strongly.

Again, the stud whispered in my wife's ear. Again, she shook her head. The fourth time, he repeated his request, I saw my wife look around and then abruptly reach up and pull her sweater and bra down releasing both of her tits. The guy captured both globes in his hands and worked her nipples causing my wife's mouth to open and her eyes to close. It looked to me like she was pressing her tits into his hands. The fact that several other men were enjoying the show, just seemed to excite her.

It was hard for me to believe that my wife was taking out her tits just because some guy told her to do it.

The guy stood up and pulled my wife to her feet. When she tried to replace her tits inside her blouse, he spoke to her again. Very quickly, she dropped her hands to her sides and followed him onto the dance floor with her naked tits bouncing.

Once more, Laura circled her arms around the stud's neck. But this time, he had only one of his hands on her ass. The other one was between their bodies squeezing her tits. Now, not only was her mouth open, her tongue was out sensuously licking her top lip.

As I watched my wife's tits being stroked on a public dance floor, I saw his hand move downward away from her tits and toward her pussy. Although I couldn't see his hand, I could see my wife's skirt rising up in the back. Then, a moment later, her hips began to thrust back and forth as her eyes clenched shut. Obviously, he was feeling her cunt... probably finger fucking her.

When the guy and my wife left the dance floor this time, they didn't return to their table. Instead, he led her to one of the booths in the back of the club. I quickly moved to a new vantage point to get a better view.

He now had Laura sitting on the booth's table with her legs stretched out in front of her, her tits still sticking out of her blouse. He said something I couldn't hear. Laura's response was immediate. She planted her heel on the table's surface steepling her knee. Her dress was all the way up to her panties. Something else was said, and as I watched, my wife cupped and squeezed her right tit. I took the first photo at that point.

My wife was so turned on and hot, she was doing whatever the guy told her to do.

Over the next ten minutes or so, I watched my wife being kissed repeatedly as her nipples were pulled, squeezed, and twisted. The guy's hands were all over her thighs and panties. When her hips began to hunch, he pushed her onto her back and slipped his hand onto her cunt. With his hand blocking the view, I couldn't see the actual penetration, but Laura's thrusting ass made it obvious that she was being finger fucked and masturbated. I took two more photos.

Once the stud had my wife on her back, his hands were all over her big tits, her thighs, and her cunt.

Abruptly, he pulled my wife to her feet and led her out the side door to the club's parking lot. I didn't feel like I could run after them without risking Laura seeing me. I waited a decent time and then followed.

To facilitate fun and games, the management kept only a minimal amount of lighting in the parking lot. As things developed, I didn't need more light to find them. I heard my wife groaning the way she always does when a cock is sinking into her cunt.

Following the sound, I quickly found them. He was behind my wife, fucking her with steady thrusts as she supported herself with her hands flat on the trunk of his car. In the time it had taken me to follow and then find them, Laura had been stripped naked. I opened the exposure as wide as possible and took several more photos.

Even in the dim light, I could see Laura's tits bouncing and her ass humping as the guy fucked her.

"Uunnnnn... aaaahhh... yesss.. like that, you hot stud! Fuck me! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! huh... huh... huh ... huh. Harder... fuck harder, Darling!" my wife gasped.

"Bend over the trunk, Laura! Hike your leg up on the trunk, Baby. Open that hot fuck hole for me, Slut!" Instantly, my wife's leg lifted onto the trunk exposing her cunt completely.

"Ooohhh god... those men over there... they're all watching you fuck me... ooohhhh shit!"

"That bother you? You want to leave and go some other place?"

"NOOoooo... Don't stop fucking meeeeeee... Give it to me harder. I want them see me getting fucked... RAM IT, STUD. RAM ME!!"

I took some more photos until I realized that my cock was iron hard... that seemed weird but there was no denying it. I was really getting turned on watching this guy fucking my wife.

My wife's moans became louder... then turned into hot gasps... and finally into hot shrieks as her orgasms exploded. Again and again, she grunted as her vagina contracted in hard spasms around the plunging prick.

When her screams died down, the guy opened the back door and pushed my wife inside. Instantly, she lay back on the seat with one leg high in the air and her fingers pulling her cunt lips apart. I heard her hiss, "Get in here, you Bastard. Get in me! Stick your cock up my cunt and make me cum again. Hurry!"

The stud pulled my wife's ass to the edge of the back seat. He pushed her legs back to expose her fuck hole and promptly nailed his rigid sex spike into her now gaping opening. He fucked with steady strokes making her cum a second time before I heard him grunting as he pumped his load into Laura's pussy.

The stud's grunts drowned out Laura's moans when he pumped his load into her waiting cunt hole.

Every time his dick shot in more cum, some of it gushed out of my wife's cunt.

After that, he got into the car with my wife and shut the door. For awhile there were no sounds. Then, I heard the masculine grunts a guy makes when his dick is being sucked. His grunts gradually grew louder, then abruptly stopped. I thought he had cum in my wife's mouth, but almost immediately, the car began bouncing on its springs. He was fucking her again.

I wanted to see him ramming Laura's cunt, and I also wanted to get photographic evidence of her cheating. Deciding to risk discovery, I crept closer to the open window of the car. As I got closer, my wife's moans grew louder. I could even hear the slapping of their bodies together as they fucked. When I was almost at the window, I now heard not only Laura's howls, the man's grunts, and the slapping of their bodies, but also the hot squishing noises of his cock pumping in and out of her cum-filled cunt.

Laura was thrashing wildly in the back seat as the guy fucked her.

The guy was mounted on my wife, his hips socked deeply into her sex saddle. Again and again, he rammed his prick into her waiting, wet cunt hole. Laura hissed with each entry and with each thrust, her legs rose higher until they were pointed right at the ceiling. I began to snap pics.

The sight of my wife's feet jerking back and forth in the air and the cock stretching her cunt had me hard as a iron.

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On Tuesday, Laura again worked a full day at the ER, and that evening, she never left our house. I could only assume that the young stud she had met at "The Meeting Spot" had worn her out.

On Wednesday evening, I was again parked nearby and watching our house after Laura had come home from work. At first, it looked like the evening was going to be a replay of Monday night. At 8 PM, her Lexus left the driveway, and as I followed, she drove directly to the Embassy Suites.

Not wanting to lose sight of her, I followed her into the lobby a discreet distance behind. As soon as she entered, Laura walked straight to the lounge where a well-dressed man who looked to be in his early 30's was waiting. He rose and met her halfway. As soon as they were together, he had my wife in his arms kissing her right there in the lounge. Their kiss was passionate and prolonged. When their lips finally did part, they were only apart for a moment. He said something to her and again, they were locked together in a heated, deep, open-mouthed kiss.

The man escorted Laura to a booth in the back of the lounge. Rather than sit on opposite sides facing one another, Laura slid into one side and her date followed suit pressing himself close and kissing my wife a third time. This time, his hand cupped her breast and slowly worked into her cleavage as their mouths worked feverishly together. I was too far away to tell, but I was morally certain that Laura's tongue was in his mouth and later, his was deep inside hers. Raising my camera, I snapped a photo of the guy with his hand down my wife's dress.

At this point, Laura's lover began opening the buttons at the top of her dress. When he had most of her tits exposed and moved to open another button, she stopped him. I could just barely hear her protest.

"Let's go up to the room, Honey. We're going to get arrested if we do much more here."

"Why? I ..... turns you on ... in public. Your tits ... already heaving, and I'll ... pussy is soaked," her lover responded. I didn't catch every thing he said, but what I missed I could easily deduce.

"I don't want ... arrested," I heard my wife moan.

"... no one here... bartender and ... couple of ... drinking... Be quiet... out your tits."

A moment later, the guy pulled my wife's dress down and both tits tumbled out. Immediately, his hands were all over them... his fingers pulling and squeezing Laura's nipples. Her head arched back. Her eyes closed as her mouth opened allowing a deep moan to emerge. I took two more photos.

Once again, I got hard watching another man getting my wife hot and ready for cock.

Things moved rapidly after that. My wife's legs were pulled apart and her pussy quickly covered by a male hand. Her hips arched off the seat, his fingers moved inside the crotch band of her panties and pulled them aside exposing her wet cunt slit. I aimed the camera and snapped a photo of my wife with her legs wide open, her tits out, and fingers sliding into her cunt.

Laura's hips were humping against the guy's hand as he finger fucked her.

She was humping wildly now... trying desperately to push the guy's head down between her thighs. He didn't put up much resistance, and I got several excellent pictures of his tongue dipping into my wife's wet, open gash and one of her mouth stretched wide open when he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. I took another when her back arched and she came.

It only took Laura's lover a few minutes to make her cum on his tongue.

Now it was his turn. Pulling Laura's head down to his crotch, he whispered in her ear. I couldn't hear a word, but I knew exactly what he was saying. My wife's mouth opened wide, and he pushed his dick inside. I took several pics as she sucked him off. The shot of his load running out the sides of her mouth was great.

He came in her mouth just a fast as he had made my wife cum.

After that, they adjusted their clothes and headed for the elevators and their hotel room. I retreated to my car. I hung around the Embassy Suites until after midnight before it finally dawned on me that Laura was going to spend the night with him.

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Confrontation:

I didn't bother following Laura on Thursday. Instead, I spent the day closing our joint bank accounts, canceling our joint credit cards, and getting all the incriminating photos printed with copies of each one. The video cameras proved to be useless as Laura had had no visitors during the week.

My plan was to confront her immediately upon my "return" from my trip. I really didn't care what she had to say. The marriage was over. There was no way I was going to stay married to a woman who cuckolded me as she had done. No male who wanted to call himself a man could permit that, and I certainly had no intention of tolerating her behavior.

As good as I was in bed, what she had done... was doing... seemed all the more outrageous to me. I doubted than a single one of the men she was seeing had a cock any where close the size and thickness of mine. In spite of her education and her M.D., Laura was just a slutty bitch. That's all there was to it.

I was sitting at the dining room table when Laura came in from work at the ER Friday evening.

"Hi, Bruce. You're back. I didn't expect you until later this evening. You're almost always delayed. Did the tour go well?"

"I didn't go on a tour, Laura. I was here for the entire week."

"What? I don't understand."

I loved the look of confusion on her face. "Yeah, I was here the entire week... practicing my new hobby... photography, and I got some great shots. Take a look." I tossed the thick 8" x 11.5" envelop across the table to her.

I had expected Laura to sob and begin to cry. Instead, she gave me a sly smile as she opened the envelop and inspected the numerous glossy prints of the guy at "The Meeting Spot" caressing her body, licking her pussy, and then fucking her over the hood and in the back seat of his car. When she had finished with those, she gave equal attention to the ones taken in the lounge at the Embassy Suites on Wednesday.

"The photography could stand some improvement, but then you didn't have the best lighting. Also, I don't see any photos of what I did on Monday during my lunch hour, and you seem to have missed every thing that happened on Thursday. If I were you, I wouldn't give up my day job to open a detective agency, Darling."

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?!" I screamed at her. "Fucking who knows how many men behind my back... cheating like a dirty slut! And all you have to say is some smart ass remarks like that?! And who the hell is that guy you met in the Embassy Suites?"

"You want a serious response to your macho, high-school boy antics? Okay. No problem. First, the guy I met at the Embassy Suites is Martin Hawkins. He's a writer and investment analyst... a very rich, sexy, sensuous, and erotic man."

"Second, all this was totally unnecessary. All you had to do was ask me if I was seeing other men, and would have told you, and I would have told you why as kindly as possible."

"Bull Shit! If that's the case, why didn't you just tell me?"

"I did, but you never listen to anything I say. Macho, he-men, big-cocked studs don't listen to women... they just fuck them, right? I told you at the New Year's Eve party that you should take some of the wives down to the basement. I also told you that they were really eager and that you didn't have to worry about their husbands because the husbands wouldn't go down to the basement if their wife was down there. You still refused. Finally, I urged you to take Gail up on her invitation to join her in the hot tub. Again, you refused because you wanted to watch a ridiculous football game rather than enjoy four sensuous sexy wives."

"I didn't know all of you were having sex," I screamed, my anger reaching the boiling point.

"Every other man at the party knew, and every other man at the party fucked several of the wives... every one except you. Why is that? How come they know, but you don't?"

"But let me continue, Darling. Third, what's the point of sneaking around and taking photos of me with other men? Evidence for a divorce action perhaps? This is a "no-fault", community property state, Bruce. It wouldn't matter if you had fifty video tapes of me doing gang bangs with all your friends, I still get half of all community property. Period! End of discussion. Furthermore, since we don't have any children, custody is a moot issue. Our incomes are about the same so alimony is not an issue. You have your car and retirement accounts. I have mine. Those are not at issue. The only things we hold jointly are one joint checking account and the home. So again... what's the point of all these photos?"

"And finally, are you trying to prove that your wife likes sex? You already knew that, and you also know that no matter how many times I've asked, you have repeatedly refused to provide anything other than man-on-top, straight fucking with your magic dick... I mean no oral sex... heaven forbid that a macho he-man would suck a cunt. No anal sex... god no... how perverted! No sex in public. Someone might see us... Big fucking deal! Nothing... and I mean nothing... erotic or sensuous... no role play or light bondage. You can't get your mind around anything like that... no flirting... how terrible and dirty... and a threesome with another man. Jezzz... the other guy might accidentally touch your body and you would be forever contaminated."

"You may wish to live this vanilla existence of nothing but straight man-on-top fucking with you in total command of all of our sex life, but I need more... a lot more. I need to be an equal partner in our sexual activities, and I need a man or men with enough self-confidence that they can handle that. Is that complete and serious enough for you?"

"I want a divorce!" I shouted now furious.

"I won't contest it, Darling, but are you certain you really want a divorce? I'm a gorgeous woman who loves sex and who gets off repeatedly on your big cock. I still love it when you fuck me even if it is the same every time. I keep your home clean and tidy, cook meals, and take care of a number of things for you. We have a great combined income and an up-scale life style. Are you certain you want to throw all that away when you have two perfectly good alternatives?"

"Alternatives? What alternatives?"

"Number one: You can get rid of your macho attitude and start being a man doing all the things men are supposed to love to do with women... like making me cum on your tongue... ordering me to ride your huge dick ... making me wear revealing clothes in public and showing off your hot trophy wife... lubing me up and sticking that hot dick in my ass... having a threesome with me and one of the other wives... having us both suck your huge cock... putting me in bondage and fucking me all night long or having a sensuous weekend with another couple. That sounds like a great alternative to me."

"Most of that shit disgusts me!" I yelled.

"I know it does... pity... a real pity. The second alternative is go on just like we've been doing. I have never denied you anything... I never will. I've seen men without your knowledge to preserve your macho ego. I'll continue to guard your feelings that way. It's your choice. We don't need a lawyer if you want a divorce. We'll just split the joint bank account evenly and you can buy out my equity in the home. Then, we'll have a no contest divorce and split the legal fees which shouldn't be more than $300 to $500."

"That sounds just fine to me, Laura."

"All right. I'll pack my things this weekend. On Monday, we'll take care of the financial things and see an attorney. We should be divorced by the end of the week. I'll be out of here by Tuesday at the latest. If you change your mind before then, just let me know."

"Is there no chance that you could change your ways, Laura, and be a monogamous wife to me?"

"While you stay exactly the way your are... nothing but man-on-top straight fucking by a macho, football-loving stud who's in charge of all sexual matters while I have no say in what we do?"

"Yes."

"No, Bruce, there's no chance of that ever happening."

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Six Months Later:

I drove my new Lexus in the spacious four-car garage of our 6500 square foot home. Martin's car was parked in his space so I knew he was home. I felt a delicious tingle between my thighs as I thought about surprising him with the new outfits I had purchased at Victoria's Secret during my lunch break at the ER. I had the definite feeling that when he saw me in my micro-mini sheathe that didn't quite cover my ass and showed off a generous portion of my tits, he would demand we go out for the evening so he could show off his trophy, hot-assed, M.D. wife. I couldn't suppress my excitement.

After hiding my packages in my closet, I called out to Martin who answered from the sun deck surrounding our pool. "I'm out by the pool, Laura. Get naked and come join me."

I unzipped my dress in record time and just let it fall to the floor. I was already walking toward the deck when my bra fell to the floor. I waited until I was standing on deck before pulling down my panties as Martin watched.

"Fuck... you're gorgeous," he said with a masculine groan of pleasure. Martin was naked except for his skimpy briefs which were now tented with his erection.

"Take off your briefs, Darling. I want to see your hard dick."

Martin didn't hesitate even though who knows who might be watching from other houses in the area. When his seven-inch cock came into view, it was iron-hard, sticking straight up.

"Oh Baby. That looks so sexy... so hard! I have a surprise for you later." As soon as I said that, Martin's cock throbbed, the head turning a deeper shade of purple. I sat down in the lounger opposite him and crossed my legs knowing that Martin could see and enjoy my wet cunt slit.

Martin's dick got harder and harder as she stared at my pussy.

"Oh fuck! You've got to be the hottest woman on the planet. Open your legs so I can see all of your luscious cunt," Martin ordered. I couldn't do it fast enough. I was already about to cum.

I couldn't resist masturbating as my husband's eyes feasted on my cunt.

"Mmmmmmm... speaking of sexy! I hope you're ready for a long night of erotic sex, Darling. I also have a sexy surprise for you."

Now it was my turn to throb with excitement. Martin's eyes were glued to my exposed cunt. Slowly, he began stroking his cock... jacking off right in front of me his eyes locked on my erect clitoris as I trapped it between two fingers and began rubbing myself.

Watching Martin jack off while he looked at my pussy had my clitoris hard and throbbing.

"Are you going to cum," he asked as my fingers moved faster.

"Are you?" I groaned as my hips arched.

"I could... easily... but I'm going to hold off."

"Good. I want you hot and randy later."

"I always am with you."

"I know... oh how I know." My legs spread wider as I thrust two fingers into my now throbbing hole while continuing to pleasure my near bursting clit. "Do you want me to cum, Darling? Or are you going to make me wait?"

"Wait... don't cum yet."

"You hot, sexy stud."

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As soon as Martin saw me walking down the stairs in the new micro-mini, he was all over me. This time, he didn't make me wait. In a flash, he pushed me onto the stairs, spread me, and thrust his head between my thighs. I spread wider for him. His fingers jerked my tiny thong aside. A second later, I howled with pleasure as his tongue swiped up and down the length of my pussy.

Martin quickly pulled my thong aside and watched my cunt hole throbbing with need.

"Please... make me cum, Darling... I'm so fucking hot for it."

Martin's skilled tongue circled my clitoris with light strokes that had me clawing at his head and shoulders. He knew I needed it and he gave it to me! His lips sucked my clit making it expand and throb. His tongue surged up and down the engorged shaft and then flicked over the sensitive tip with rapid soft strokes. My entire body began to shake when I came. Juices spurted all over Martin's face. He lifted his sparkling eyes to mine and licked up my juices.

After my first orgasm, my lover played me the way only a virtuoso cunt master can. Again and again, he brought me right to the naked edge of an explosive orgasm only to back off before I could reach a climax. He had my hips pounding up and down on the couch, my vagina contracting spastically whooshing air, and hissing moans of pleasure and dirty words coming from my mouth. When he finally allowed me to cum, it was just explosive!

"Ohhhhh my gawd! I'M CUMMINGGG!! SOOO FUCKING HARD!! GGGHHAAAA!!"

When my orgasm ebbed, Martin replaced my thong over my pussy and pulled me to my feet. "Come on, Laura. We're meeting Eric and Elaine for dinner and dancing at Luigis'. I've got reservations for 8 PM. We need to hurry."

"Let me wash up first, Honey. I smell like sex."

"I know. I love it. Let's go."

"You Bastard. Every man there is going to be able to smell my cunt."

"Come on right now, or I'll take off your panties and you'll have to spend the entire evening with a naked pussy."

"Oh god!" I was trembling on the edge of another orgasm for the entire evening, and Martin knew it. Later on, so did Eric and a lot of other men. It was absolutely delicious.

As I danced with Martin and then Eric, both men continued to stroke me and press their erections against my pussy. I was so hot, I was panting. "Oh god, Martin. I need you or Eric or both of you to fuck me... badly. Please," I moaned as my pussy dripped with need.

"I haven't given you your erotic surprise present yet, Laura."

"What is it?"

"It's a fucking machine... it never gets tired... the cock never loses its erection... it just fucks you and fucks you and fucks you. I also comes with a new hand-held vibrator."

"ooohh ooohhh ooohhhh aaaahhh uunngghh... uummmmmm," I had to hold onto Martin's shoulders for support as my body convulsed in an intense orgasm right there on the dance floor.

"Every one's watching you cum, Laura. The men are all getting hard... the women are all so envious, they're ready to cut your big tits off."

"ooohh god...can't help it... can't... aaahhhh... aaaahhh... sooo good!"

"I think it's time for us to go home, Darling. Eric and I want to watch you masturbating as your new toy fucks you. Elaine has already made me promise to let her try it after you cum on the machine."

My body began to shake again. Even though I had just had a climax, I was close to another one. As the men escorted us to the car, I saw Martin's hand beneath Elaine's dress caressing her ass while Eric's hand was between my thighs sliding sensuously back and forth against my wet slit.

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I had lost track of the number of times I had cum with the business arm of the fucking machine relentlessly driving the dildo into my pussy as the vibrator drove my clitoris into one spastic contraction after another.

Again and again, my cunt and clit were forced into hard spactic contractions.

The men had wasted no time in getting me naked. While Eric had positioned me with my ass on the large pillow and my legs far apart, Martin had moved the fucking machine between my thighs. After that, Elaine had pressed the vibrator against my clit and moved it back and forth until my ass was rising off the pillow in fuck motions. At that point, she inserted the dildo into my vagina and Martin turned on the machine. From then on, I couldn't stop cumming.

Martin had Elaine riding his dick in reverse cowgirl position so they could both watch me erupting in repeated orgasms.

With Martin fucking her hard, Elaine had already cum twice. Her body was shuddering with the thought that soon the fucking machine would be working in her cunt.

"Oooohhhhh shit! I can't take any more of this, Eric. I need the real thing. Please, Fuck Me!" I howled as the machine was now pumping the dildo deep into my asshole.

"One more time, Laura, and then we'll fuck." Eric increased the speed of the machine as I turned the vibrator to "high". The effect was almost immediate. My vagina convulsed... my clit contracted back into its protective hood and then exploded outward, throbbing hard in uncontrollable spasms as a thick stream of my juices squirted high in the air.

"AAAHHHGGGAAAAAAA... UUUNNGGGHHHHH!!! AAAHHHHHHHHH SHIT!!! CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!"

Watching me squirt, triggered another orgasm from Elaine who gyrated and humped on Martin's rampant cock grunting and shrieking on every thrust of his cock into her hot pussy.

Eric quickly moved the machine aside and took its place. He had to grip my hips forcefully to hold me still long enough for him to get his cock into my pulsing hole. Once he was in me, my legs were shoved high into the air and pressed back toward my heaving tits bringing my cunt into perfect fucking position.

As hot as the fucking machine was, it didn't come close the hot sensation of Eric's powerful cock plunging into my eager pussy.

The two studs fucked us relentlessly. By 11:30 PM, Elaine and I each had three thick loads of cum inside our vaginas... some from Eric... some from Martin.

I thought we might agree to call it a night, but the men had no intention of allowing Elaine to escape being fucked by the machine. When they tried to get her to assume the female fucking position in front of the machine, she resisted, but not too much. Ignoring her token resistance, Martin and Eric picked her up and deposited her ass in front of the business end of the fucking machine. She did little more than groan in hot anticipation.

At first, Eric and Martin put Elaine on her stomach with her left leg bent. Martin moved the fucking machine into position and Eric pushed the dildo into her cunt. She groaned when it easily entered her stretched and cum-filled pussy. Martin turned on the machine and gave the speed control to Eric so he was in charge of how hard his wife was going to be fucked.

At first, Eric used a slow speed, but then gradually speeded it up. When it was pounding into Elaine's hole, her hand thrust between her thighs and began frantically rubbing her clitoris. I got so hot watching, that I asked Martin if I could ride his cock while I watched Eric's wife being fucked.

Elaine grunted continuously. Juices poured out of her cunt as the thick phallus pumped her pussy relentlessly.

After Elaine had her first orgasm, Eric stopped the machine and had her get on her back in the same position I had been in when the machine was fucking me. He also gave her a vibrator and told her to keep it on her clit. This time, Eric wasted no time in speeding up the fucking speed to the point that Elaine was arching her back, lifting her legs, and thrashing wildly as she came repeatedly.

Eric's wife was now screaming. Her back arched as her legs flailed the air, and her cunt thobbed in hard spastic contractions.

Eric joined Martin in fucking me. While my husband was nailing his cock into my cunt, Eric mounted me from behind and pushed his into my ass. In just moments, I was howling just as loudly as Elaine. Our husbands argued about which of us was cumming the hardest.

AAHH! AAHH! AAHH! OOOHHH! GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK MY HOLES, YOU BASTARDS.... OOOHHH GOD! UUNNGGGHHH!! CUMMING AGAIN!!! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY CUNT! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

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Switch:

My birthday was coming in a week, and naturally, Martin wanted to get me something nice, but like most husbands, he was at a loss as to what he should get me. His problem was made even worse than usual by the fact that with our combined incomes, both of us had all the material things we wanted, and our exotic lifestyle provided every thing else. So, he finally gave up and just asked me.

"Mrs. Hawkins, I can't come up with anything that's worthy of my beautiful, sensuous wife for her birthday. I need some help. What do you think she would like. I promise not to tell Laura what you advise as I want it to be a surprise. Any suggestions?"

I had to grin at the inventive way, Martin had phrased the question. "Well, I do know one thing that she's told me she would like to have from time to time, but since you're her husband, she's really hesitant to ask you for it."

"Oh really? Now that sounds really interesting and erotic. She wants something she doesn't now have, but she wants it only from time to time and not permanently, huh? Is that right?"

"Precisely."

"How often would you think my sexy wife would want this... something?"

"Not often... once every month or two... otherwise, it gets old and boring. She says it's only worth having if having it is rare... maybe six to eight times a year."

"So, are you going to tell what this... something... is, Mrs. Hawkins?"

"Your wife said there's no need to tell you. A man like her husband will know... it's just a matter of whether he thinks that's the right birthday present."

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On my birthday, Martin took me to dinner at a five-star restaurant after he gave me a $5,000 evening gown that was beyond belief gorgeous. After dinner, he had me change into a hot sheathe he had obtained from Victoria’s Secret and took me out on the town. While we were dancing, he pulled me close, lifted my short dress to expose my ass cheeks, and whispered hotly in my ear, "Every man is looking at your hot ass, Laura. I can see that they're erect... hard... throbbing. They all want to slide their hard cocks into you cunt and fuck you, but that honor is mine tonight."

"Good... take me home and give it to me... now! I'm creaming my thong and my thighs."

When we were in our bedroom and I was waiting impatiently for my hot stud husband to strip me naked and ravish me, he kissed me softly and then with more passion. Stepping back, he whispered, "I have to give you your birthday present before I fuck you, Darling."

"You already have... that beautiful gown and this hot, sexy outfit... the dancing and the marvelous dinner... now I want your hard cock and you know where I want it."

"Those were just babbles. This is your real present."

Martin handed me a small, beautifully wrapped box. It was too large to be a watch or a piece of expensive jewelry, and too small to be clothing. It was also very light... almost as if the box were empty. I was consumed with curiosity. My fingers were actually trembling as I opened the present.

Inside, there were thirty small, engraved, and beautifully embossed cards, each about the size of a business card. Raising one card, I read the following inscription:

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To my Darling Wife, Laura,

This card is good for one full day out with the big-cocked stud or studs of your choice. Simply present the card to your loving husband, Martin, to activate and receive a passionate "good luck" kiss. Limit: One card per month.

P.S. The scuttlebutt has it that a divorced guy named Bruce Talbert has the biggest, thickest cock around.

Happy birthday, Darling.

Martin

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That night I fucked my husband like I've never screwed any man. I just couldn't get enough of him. By morning, Martin had fucked me seven times, shooting in one of my holes every time. Around 6 AM, we were both exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

I didn't awake until 1 PM when a delicious, stroking, talented tongue working on my swollen, sensitive clitoris quickly had me wide awake. When Martin felt my hips thrusting my pussy against his mouth, he doubled his efforts and in just moments had my vagina throbbing in another orgasm. My husband was just awesome.

Smoothly, my hot satyr moved up my body, pressed his chest into my now heaving breasts, and wedged his hips into the saddle of my thighs. Eagerly I spread my legs, and with one smooth thrust, my skilled lover penetrated my vagina with his rampant cock. As he pounded himself deep into my cunt, he whispered, "Did anyone ever tell you that you're one beautiful, sexy, luscious piece of ass?"

My response was to wrap my legs tightly about his waist and moan, "I love being your piece of ass, Darling. Use me, Baby. Hard!"

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Bruce answered the door of my former home on my second ring. He was alone, which came as no surprise since I had checked carefully before ringing the bell. When he saw me, he was clearly surprised since this was our first contact since the divorce eight months previously. Then, he noticed what I was wearing, and his surprise turned rapidly to shock.

All I was wearing was a purple dress that didn't completely cover my ass cheeks and exposed my breasts to within a half inch of my nipples. The dress was made of a stretch material that it hugged my every curve, accented my hard nipples and showed the cleft of my ass cheeks. Underneath, I was totally naked. My only other clothing was the pair of 5-inch come-fuck-me heels I wore.

I was standing in the doorway, my hand on one hip, grinning at my ex-husband. "Hi Bruce. Aren't you going to invite a girl in?"

"Yes...yes.. of course. Come in, Laura. It's really good to see you. I've ... well... I've thought about you."

"You have? I like that. And when you think about me, what do you think about?"

"The good times we had together... how much I loved fucking you... how I would really like to fuck you again... particularly when I see you wearing something like you have on."

"You like this outfit, huh?"

"Oh yeah."

"Does it get your huge cock hard?"

"Like iron... I've been hard ever since you came into the house and I got a good look at you."

"MMmmmm... and to tell you the truth, Bruce, I've missed having my pussy stretched by that magic cock of yours."

"I shouldn't have let you get away."

"Yeah... you should have. You made the right decision. Our attitudes are so different, we could never have made it together... but that doesn't mean I don't miss your huge dick fucking my cunt, it doesn't mean you don't miss having my hot, wet pussy available for your big dick."

"I do miss you and your fantastic body and cunt."

"Tell me... how many women have you screwed since we split?"

"You'd be surprised... maybe even shocked."

"No way. I told you many times that most women wanted you... wanted to experience your huge cock inside their cunts. Remember that New Year's Eve party when I told you that you could fuck every one of the wives if you wanted them. So... how many?"

"Guess."

"Well, we've been apart for about eight months ... 240 days... So I would guess you've fucked 40 different women most of them on three or four different occasions."

"Jezz... that's very close. Actually, it's 37 and each one three or four times. I've screwed one wife about a dozen times now."

"Would you like to add my pussy to the list of other men's wives that you've fucked?"

"I would love it!"

"Don't you find that strange, Bruce. You know that I'm screwing a lot of other men including my husband who gives it to me at least once a day, but you still are wild to fuck me. When we were married, and I was screwing a lot of other men, you had no interest in fucking me... your only interest was in kicking me out of the house and out of your life as fast as possible. How do you explain that huge change?"

"I'm not sure. I've never thought about it in those terms. It is strange, but I know I really want to start fucking you again."

"I know you do... and for the record, I can't wait until you ram that huge sex spike into my cunt. The reason for the difference is that when we were married, other men were fucking your wife and your macho ego was threatened. Now, we've switched. When you shove that big cock into me, you're the one who's fucking another man's wife. Your macho ego loves that."

"We couldn't make it married, but we're going to be great with you as my hot lover fucking me behind my husband's back... Now... how do you want me? Bent over the couch? In your bed? Out on the patio so others can see you screwing another man's wife... You can have me any way you like, Stud."

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Bruce had me lying on the bed in just my heels and thong. My head was bent over the edge of bed taking his huge dick all the way down my throat. He squeezed my tits and played with my nipples as he mouth fucked me... grunting with hot pleasure on every stroke. I pushed my hand between my thighs and frigged my clit rapidly as I sucked his cock.

"Make yourself cum, Baby," he growled.

My clit went into hard contractions as Bruce emptied his balls down my throat.

I did. It was easy. I was already right on the edge and his order to cum made my pussy explode on the spot. I sucked him harder waiting for his big load to fire down my throat. A moment later it did.

We rested for 10 minutes or so while I told him a fairy tale about how I had told my husband I was visiting my sister. He loved it, and so did I as it was rapidly getting him hard again. To finish the job, I slipped my mouth over the big head and sucked him to a full, throbbing erection.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Laura. Lie back and pull your leg up to your tits. Open that hot pussy for me, Slut!"

I followed instructions and held my cunt lips open with my fingers so he could see two inches inside my wet hole. "Am I in the right fucking position for you, Stud?"

"Perfect. While I fuck you, I want you to call your husband and tell him what a wonderful time you're having with you sister.

"If I do, you have to promise not to fuck me so hard and so deep that I can't keep from moaning. I can't let my husband know that another man is fucking his wife. Promise?"

"Yeah... I promise... I'll take it slow and easy... just sink the cock all the way into your cunt and let you throb around it. If you groan or moan... then, it's your fault, not mine. Agreed?"

"Oh yessss... stick that monster dick into my pussy, Lover, while I call my husband."

The sensation of Bruce's huge cock entering me was delicious. I had forgotten how good his cock made my cunt feel.

I was so wet and open, Bruce got his entire nine and a half inches of cock into me in just a few thrusts... then, true to his word, he fucked me slowly... deeply... thudding against my womb... holding it there while he flexed his shaft stretching my pussy even more. It felt fantastic!

Martin answered on the second ring. "Hi, Honey. I'm at my sister's home now. We're have a great time. Thank you for letting me spend a day with her."

"Great... glad to hear it. Is your... eh... your sister probing you for all the details of what sex with me is like and how I compare with your ex?"

"Oh yes... she's probing me really deeply... She probes... when I just grunt, she backs off... waits then probes me again. She just keeps probing and probing and probing."

"What have you told her so far?"

"Not much... just that you fuck me every day at least once. OOohhhhh god!"

"Something the matter, Darling?"

"It's my sister... you wouldn't believe what she's doing while I'm trying to talk to you, Darling."

"More probing? Even while you're talking to me?"

"Yeah... more probing... she just keeps doing it to me. She won't stop until she runs dry and is exhausted. I shouldn't have come."

"So what are your plans for the rest of the evening, Darling?"

"More of the same... She's going to be at me most of the night... My guess is that the probing will become even deeper and more determined. I think I need to go, Honey. My sister seems to be getting very agitated. She looks like she might explode at any moment. Gotta go... aaahhhhhhhh!" I hung up and Bruce began fucking me with hard, fast thrusts that drove my ass deep into the mattress. I came hard... then I came again. When he emptied his balls inside my cunt, I came a third time.

Two hours later, we were in the master bedroom with Bruce fucking me in doggie position in the same bed we used to share during the years we were married.

"Oh fuck! Your cunt is even hotter than I remember, Laura. I want to spend all night fucking you.

"You can fuck me as much as you like, Stud. All night long.... UUNNGGHHH!! OOOHHH SHIT... I FORGOT HOW HUGE YOUR DICK IS... GO EASY... AAAHHHHHHH... UUNNNNGHHHH!"

As his prick rammed in and out of my widely stretched cunt, he asked, "How often can we fuck, Laura?"

"I can get away no more than once every six weeks... sorry, but, I don't want my husband to find out that you're fucking with a dick that much bigger than his."

"I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR PUSSY!"

"DO IT! SHOOT IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screeched as my own orgasm erupted.

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It was 10 AM the next day when I returned home. Martin was waiting for me with a big grin on his face and an iron-hard erection in his pants. He kissed me and then scooped me up in his arms and carried me to our bedroom.

An hour and four orgams later for me and two orgasms for him, we were cuddling together. I was still tingling from my last orgasm and the fact that Martin was caressing my pussy and my breasts.

"Did you have fun, Laura?"

"Oh yeah. As usual, I came like crazy when Bruce fucked me that huge dick of his. What did you do last night while your slutty wife was getting laid?"

"Not much. I jacked off once and tried to watch TV, but couldn't stop thinking about what you were doing. I kept wondering how many times Bruce had made you cum. Has he improved his technique? What else did he do other than bang you with his big cock?"

"That's it. That was always it, and still is. But once every six weeks or so, I really like being rammed by a cock that big. Did you get jealous?"

"Yeah... I did. But it was worth it."

"You say the nicest things, Honey," I whispered as my hand moved over my husband's dick. It was rock hard again! "My god! You just finished fucking me twice and you're hard again!?"

"Yeah... very hard. Get on it, Laura. Ride me and tell me every single hot detail about last night."

I did, and it was dinner time before Martin would let me get out of bed. Now I ask you... have I got a marvelous husband or what?

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