Switch by RLM

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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.

  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.

  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.

  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!"

  "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.

  "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.

  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
mr 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.  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.  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.

  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?"

  "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!"

  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.

  "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.

  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.  <font size=4>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,
red 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.

  "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."

  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.

  "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.

  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.

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

  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."

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

  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.

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

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."

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

  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."

  "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.

  "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 spams, 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.

  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.

  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.

  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.

  "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.

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

  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.

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

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."

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

  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.

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

  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.

  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.

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

  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.

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

  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.

  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.

  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.

  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.

  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.

  "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.

  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.

  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.

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

  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.

  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.

  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.

  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.

  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.

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

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."

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

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.

  "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.

  "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.

  "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."

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

  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.

  "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.

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

  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.

  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.

  "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.

  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.

  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 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.

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

Switch:

  My birthday was coming in a week, and naturally, Martin wanted
to get me something nice, but like most husbands, was at a lost
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."

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

  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:

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

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

  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.

  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."

  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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