2007-08-31

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

Towers
by RLM

Paula found herself enormously excited by more than one type of tower.
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First Contact:

When Paula and I first began swinging, we placed ads in several magazines devoted to the swinging lifestyle. We met several couples in this manner. Some of these did not lead to anything sexual; others, however, resulted in some long-term, erotic relationships (See, "Erotic Encounters of a Hotwife"). After a few years, we had met quite a few couples and singles via these ads and by introductions from others. With no further need of such ads, we discontinued their use.

Since these magazines are generally illustrated with photographs of the couples placing the ads, they tend to be saved rather than discarded. As a result, we have occasionally received letters from interested couples and singles two or three years after the ad was placed and we had forgotten all about it. With one exception, we have discarded these inquires, usually without a reply. The one exception occurred because of several factors.

First, the young man sent two photographs with his letter. In one of these, he wore only a very skimpy pair of jockey briefs. The photograph excited my wife a lot more than she would admit. And it was easy to understand why. In his mid-twenties, his body was muscular but trim and sleek. He also had an incredible tan as was obvious both from the copper hue of his body and the tan lines just above the waistband of his briefs. Second, he had the most incredible occupation of anyone Paula and I have met or read about. I'll come back to that later. Third, he was married but for a variety reasons, his wife would not be joining him for several months. He did, however, enclose a photo which showed her to be an attractive brunette with a voluptuous body. Finally, he was going to be spending the winter in our area and wanted to meet us. That's what his letter said, but I knew, and so did Paula, that his main interest was in meeting my wife, not me.

"Can we write to him, Honey. He looks really interesting and so does his wife."

"I have to admit that I'm really intrigued by what he does for a living. It's so bizarre that it has to be true. No one could possibly conceive of such a thing if it weren't the truth."

My wife agreed completely and then added, "You can tell from his body that he must be doing something like that. Look how muscular, trim, and sleek it is. And that tan! Wow. You have to be outdoors constantly to have a tan like that."

I smiled at my wife and then said, "Go on. Say the rest of it."

"The rest of what?"

"The rest of the reasons why he interests you so much."

"That's about it," my wife said casually.

"Right! You never noticed the exceptionally large bulge in his jockey briefs."

"Well... you're just as big, Darling. He doesn't look huge."

"But big enough to catch your attention and make you want to see it hard... right?"

"Well, any guy who can do what he does, certainly must be incredibly powerful and virile. I'm wet just thinking about it. And don't tell me you haven't noticed how hot his wife looks with that sultry dark complexion and those cannons on her chest."

"Ok. You have a point. Would you like for me to reply to Jim or would prefer to do it?"

"We both know he's mainly interested in me. I'll write to him. Ok?"

"Fine. Give it your best shot, Darling."

"I always do, Honey. I always do."

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First Meeting:

The following day I drafted the following e-mail with attachments:

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Hi Jim. Gordon and I got your letter yesterday, and although we have generally stopped responding to letters answering ads we placed several years ago, your letter, photos, and profession got our attention... big time... particularly mine. Even so, Gordon was impressed. He was amazed at your profession, as I am. Of course, for me, your gorgeous face and body is an even larger factor. I'm anxious to meet you in person.

Your letter said that you will be spending the winter in our area as you don't work at your profession during the winter. Will you be staying in our city. I hope so as that would make things very convenient.

I need to tell you that Gordon is impressed with your wife, Tamara, particularly her sexy body and her large breasts. I hope you will tell her about us, and, if she's interested, we'll send along some photographs of Gordon for her pleasure.

Hope to hear from you soon. I'm enclosing four photos of me. Please keep them confidential as they are very candid, as you will see.

Waiting anxiously... Paula

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After reading over my message, I turned my attention to selecting some photos that I hoped Jim would like. Actually, what I really hoped was that they would get his cock hard.

The first of the four photos I decided to send was on the modest side. It showed me sitting on a couch wearing heels, white bikini panties, and tight sweater with only one button fastened. I wasn't wearing a bra when the pic was taken and that fact was obvious.

Even though every thing was covered, I was certain that Jim would like this photo.
The second photo was taken from the side and was less modest. In it, I was on all fours on the bed wearing a black thong and matching top. The top had been pulled down baring my breasts, one of which was exposed in the photo. The thong had slipped to one side exposing one of my labia. As it was sunk deeply into crease between my buttocks, all of my ass was exposed.

I thought my being in doggy position would really excite Jim even though my pussy was covered and only one of my breasts was visible.
In was in the same position in the third picture with two major exceptions. First, the photo was taken from behind me rather than from the side. Second, I was totally naked. With my head down and hips arched high, my ass and pussy were fully displayed for Jim's viewing pleasure. I was convinced it would get him hard.

I knew Jim wanted to see my pussy. I thought the view from the rear was very sexy.
It the third photo didn't get him hard, it was almost certain that the fourth one would. In this photo, I was wearing the same black bra I was shown wearing in the second pic, but my thong had been removed. The photo showed me sitting up with my legs spread wide and my knees steepled. The bra was still pulled down in the picture. The position exposed both of my tits and my pussy completely.

Every guy wants to see a woman spread wide open. I thought this pic would take care of that need.
After attaching the four photos to my message, I pressed "send" and wished I could see the look on Jim's face when he saw my e-mail.

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I didn't have to wait long to get a reply from Jim. When I did, it was obvious that my pics had done the job. He was wild to have me and said so bluntly in his return e-mail:

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Paula:

My god... you're just drop-dead gorgeous! I can't get over your sexy ass and unbelievable tits. I can tell you that I plan to winter in your city... absolutely. I can hardly wait to fuck you. I'll be relocating to your city the last week of this month, so I'll just have to wait a little over a week.

My wife will be finishing up an assignment on the east coast and won't join me for several weeks... not sure exactly how long, but just to keep Gordon’s interest up, I've attached four pics of Tamara and another of myself. Hope it turns you on just half as much as yours did me... See ya soon... Jim.

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The pics of Jim's wife were erotic and certain to keep Gordon's interest high. One showed Tamara wearing a tight sweater and equally tight jeans. In the second one, she was wearing stockings and garter belt with a black thong and top. She was bent over in the pic presenting her sexy ass to the camera. In the third, she had removed every thing except her heels and stockings. She was sitting on a desk with her knees steepled and her legs wide open. In the last picture, she was spread wide and totally naked.

However, the pic that had me mesmerized was the one of Jim. He was naked in the pic. The powerful rippling muscles of his chest and arms were incredible. The muscle definition was amazing. But the most amazing thing was his fully erect cock... it had to be at least 10 inches, probably closer to 11. Just the thought of that gorgeous hunk of man meat stretching me open and filling me was making my pussy throb from staring at it and imagining how it would feel when Jim was on me and in me.

I never told Gordon, but I had to masturbate right there at my computer while I stared at Jim's incredible cock.
I thought Gordon's cock was slightly thicker, but Jim's was sure to be an amazing pussy pleaser. It wasn't going to have the slightly problem pleasing my pussy... that was for certain!. It was so awesome, I just had to masturbate. Lying down on the couch, I began to furiously stroke my pussy while I stared at his cock on the computer screen. After five minutes of stroking my clitoris and sliding two fingers in and out of my vagina, I had my legs up over the back of the couch. After another five minutes, my cunt was contracting in hard spasms as I came imagining that Jim was fucking me.

It only took a few minutes to make my excited cunt explode.
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That evening Gordon asked about Jim over dinner table. "Have you heard back from our engineering/construction friend?"

"Yeah. I got a e-mail reply from him today. He sent four more pics of Tamara. She's incredibly exotic and hot-looking. I'm not sure I can stand so much competition."

"Really??! That'll be the day, for sure. Did you print out her photos?"

I tossed the one of Tamara in the tight jeans, and I saw my husband's eyes light up. "I think you like what you see, Darling."

I didn't have to look at my husband to know that he was going to get hard looking at Tamara's lush body.
My husband wasn't born yesterday. He just nodded and made a casual remark about Tamara being very pretty and went back to his dinner. I pushed the one of her big ass thrust toward the camera across the table. "Here's one that shows more of her."

Gordon kept his cool as he looked at Tamara's hot ass. Had to admire his control.
Gordon glanced at the photo and chuckled and said, "Well, if they give a prize for big asses, she's going to be in the running."

"It's just the camera angle that makes her butt look so big, Darling."

"How do you know?"

"Because Jim sent these two photos as well." I tossed the two of Tamara spread wide open across to my husband. This time he stopped eating and just stared. "You're right," he finally said. "she's hot... really hot. Looks like you may get the short end of the stick this time, Honey."

When my sexy husband saw Tamara spread wide and showing every thing, there was no way he pretend not to be interested.
"Well... I wouldn't say it's all that short, Darling," I cooed as I flipped the photo of Jim's awesome cock in front of my husband.

"Good lord... he's hung like a horse."

"He is... You're thicker, but he's about two inches longer, Baby. So, I think it's Tamara who's gonna get the 'short end of the stick' so to speak."

"Bitch," Gordon said with a sly smile.

"Aren't I though," I replied with an even more devilish leer.

"When is Jim going to arrive? And how about Tamara? I seem to remember him saying that it would be several weeks or so before she could join him."

"He's arriving sometime during the last week of this month. Tamara will be here several weeks later... that's all I know. They plan to spend the winter since Jim can't work when it's icy, windy, and cold. Do you think his job is really what he says it is? Can he really construct radio towers by himself with no heavy equipment?"

"I didn't believe it when I read his initial letter, so I did some research on the internet and also in the industry. It seems that Jim has a degree in civil engineering and has designed several such towers for his former employer before he went into business for himself. So, there's no doubt he knows how to design them and how to build them."

"Ok. But how can one man do that without heavy equipment?"

"He has to have one assistant, which is often Tamara when she's free. Before he went back to the university to get his engineering degree, he worked as a construction foreman... so he knows what he's doing from a practical point of view."

"Yes... but one man? How can it be done?" Paula asked, obviously excited and turned on by the thought.

"First you have to understand that he's working in the Caribbean on small islands. So, he's not erecting the 1,000 foot towers you often see in this country. They don't need to be that large. The ones he constructs are probably on the order of 200 or so feet in height."

"Even so, I don't see how one man can build something like that."

"First he lays the foundation and the sinks the pylons to support the tower. Remember, it's just interlocked steel beams, it's not a skyscraper, so the foundation doesn't have to be sunk 30 or 40 feet into the ground. A lot of the stability will be provided by the numerous support cables. Once that's done, he starts putting the steel lattice work in place. He uses a simple winch and pulley system to move the individual steel piece into place. Then he bolts it with a pneumatic hammer to secure it. After that, he drives the rivets and does the final welding. He simply repeats this over and over until the entire tower is built."

"But once the tower rises, how does he get the individual steel struts up to the top of the tower without exhausting himself climbing up and down?"

"That's why he needs an assistant. His wife or assistant attaches the next steel piece on the ground and uses the winch to raise it up where Jim is currently working. Simple to say, but very, very difficult to execute unless you exactly what your doing, and apparently, he does. I would imagine that he uses a double safety harness to attach himself to the tower so that when he moves from point-to-point, one harness is always secured to the tower to prevent a fatal fall."

"But... but how long does it take him to build a tower?"

"Don't know... we'll ask him when he arrives. I would imagine that the idea is offer the firm that wants the tower built an incredibly low price. Since he has no wages to pay and no heavy construction equipment to rent or buy, he can do the job at a very small fraction of the cost a construction company would have to charge. If the firm can afford to wait an extra three of four months for completion, they can save a lot of money, and Jim and Tamara make a lot. We'll ask him."

"So, you think it's really possible? That he really designs and builds radio towers essentially alone?"

"Yes, I think so. Amazing as it may seem."

I felt my body beginning to tremble. I just couldn't keep from shaking with excitement. The thought of Jim single-handedly erecting a huge steel structure like a radio tower... of him being hundreds of feet off the ground... unafraid... confident... masterful... powerful.... had me so hot and excited I knew if I just touched my clitoris, I would have an immediate powerful orgasm. If he could make a monster steel tower bend to his will, the thought of what he would be able to do with my body was making my vagina gush. I could feel the wetness on my inner thighs.

When I looked at my husband, I saw him smiling at me. He was fully aware of how excited I was... how eager I was to spread my legs for this powerful stud. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me with heat and passion. My mouth and legs opened at the same time as my hips hunched against his erection.

"You're so damn hot, I can smell your cunt, Paula."

"I know... I know... " I moaned helplessly.

"You want him to fuck you, don't you?"

"Oohhhh god... yess!"

'Have you told him that?"

"I'm sure he's figured it out."

"You should send him an e-mail... tonight. Tell him. Tell him he has you so hot, your husband can smell your cunt."

I heard myself moaning as the orgasm rippled through my throbbing pussy.

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After dinner, I typed another e-mail message to Jim as my husband had ordered:

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Dear Jim,

I can't wait until you arrive. I masturbated looking at your photo and your gorgeous cock. I want it! Come fuck me with it as soon as you arrive.

Paula

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"Is that satisfactory, Darling?" I whispered to my husband who was busy caressing my ass and pussy while I was leaning over the computer desk to type my short e-mail to Jim.

"Perfectly, Honey. I think he's certain to get the message. Now turn around and suck me, you hot luscious slut."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm... Love to, Darling. Love to." My vagina throbbed and juices ran down my thighs when I turned and saw the huge erection my excited husband was shoving in my face. "God... he has a fantastic cock," I thought as I directed the huge shaft into my eager mouth. As usual, his girth required that I stretch my mouth as wide as possible to get him inside.

My husband's big fuck stick stretched my mouth wide as he pushed it in.
"Ohhh fuck! Nobody sucks like you do, Paula. Nobody! Aahhh... Aahhh... Aahhh... MMmmmm... like that, Baby... just like that. Suck in more, Honey."

"Uuhhgghhh... uugghhh... " I pulled off my husband's surging cock momentarily. "Slow down, Darling. Give a girl a chance to get used to it sinking into my throat."

"Sorry... you're just so damn hot. Let's try again."

I opened my mouth again... wide... and Gordon slowly pushed inside. Four inches... then five... and it was pushing against my throat. I tilted my head back. Gordon rose over me so that my mouth and throat were close to being in-line. He pushed back in.... waited a moment... and then pushed the sixth inch of cock meat down my throat.

"God... he's so fucking big," I thought as my hands on his muscular ass pulled him in even deeper. Seven inches... then his final eighth inch and his balls were resting on my chin. I nodded my head, and Gordon began fucking my mouth hole while I rubbed my clit frantically. His hips thrust and so did mine.

I thought he was going to cum, but he had other plans for his load... and I was certain I knew what they were. As soon as he had withdrawn from my mouth, I turned and leaned over supporting myself on my elbows while my ass thrust high in the air. I knew my husband was staring right at my gaping, wet cunt.

"STICK IT INTO ME, STUD. FUCK MY HOT CUNT!"
"Stick it in, Honey. Fuck my hot cunt with it. Hurry. I'm already about to cum!"

Holding my hips for leverage, I felt the iron-hard sex spike stretch my pussy wide open and sink into me. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.... YES! GIVE IT TO ME, BABY! HARD!"

Then, I felt the cock head bang against my womb... hard. My vagina throbbed about the huge fuck stick. Then he slowly pulled it out of me... The intense sensation was excruciating. Spasms of pleasure surged up and down the length of my vagina when I felt him pushing it back into me. The big cock head thudded once more into the bottom of my cunt.

I bent over and took Gordon's big cock deep inside my pussy.
"GGHHHAAAAA.... OOHHH GOD... SOOO HOT. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OOOHHHH..."

Gordon began to pound me. One hard driving stroke after another hammered into my squishing cunt. I could feel my secretions cascading down my thighs as I rammed my ass back against the surging cock that fucked me like a hot whore. My husband grunted with pleasure every time my pussy contracted around his organ.

"What a cunt! what a cunt!" he yelled as he screwed me.

"I'm cumming... Darling... I'M CUMMING!" I yelled as he impaled me on his shaft.

"CUM, SLUT, CUM!" he growled, plowing me even harder. I did. Over and over and over until saliva was running from my wide open mouth and my shrieks of ecstasy filled the room.

Abruptly my husband pulled his rod from my pulsing vagina, picked me up in his powerful arms, and put me on my back on the couch. Shoving my legs up and back, he spread me for his pleasure. I groaned in intense female heat as I saw my cunt being elevated into perfect fucking position for the hot stud now moving into my sex saddle. I arched my hips higher as he aligned his huge shaft with my waiting opening.

After nailing all 8 inches into me, my husband began fucking me like a wild bull.
"UUGGHHHHHH... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!" we both screamed together our voices joining in hot screams of intense pleasure.

"Hot Bitch!"

"Dirty Bastard Stud!"

"Spread wider!"

"Fuck me harder!"

Both Gordon and Paula were moaning and screaming at the intensity of the sensations caused by her cunt squeezing around his shaft as it stimulated every nerve ending in Paula's pussy and clitoris.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh," came the garbled sounds as both of us grunted every time cock pounded into cunt.

"CUMMINGGG... I'M CUMMING". "ME TOO... CUMMING!" "FUCK HARDER!" "SHIT... SO DAMN GOOD!" "AAHHHHHHHHHH! OOOHHHHHHHHHH! UNNGGHHH!!"

All the screams of hot passion from both of us mixed together as my cunt exploded in a series of intense spasms at the same time as my husband's cock detonated and fired volley after volley of thick cum and sperm into the depths of my throbbing hole. Several minutes later, he lay unmoving on top of my sweating body... our organs still locked together... still slowly twitching in the marvelous aftermath of the intense sex we had enjoyed.

After all the years we had been married, sex between us was still white hot, sensuous and wonderfully dirty. I wrapped my legs about my husband, locked him firmly within my sexual embrace, as I whispered love words in his ear and heard his in return.

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Eleven days later, in the middle of the afternoon, Paula answered the phone. It was Jim.

"Is that you, Paula? This is Jim."

"Hello, Jim. I'm more than just a little pleased to hear your voice. I was beginning to think that you had changed your mind about spending the winter here."

"Changed my mind?? I might change my mind about where I'm going to eat or what TV program I'm going to watch, but there's no way in hell I'm changing my mind about getting together with a gorgeous fox like you, Paula."

"MMmmmm... you know just the right things to say to a woman. Are you in town now?"

"No. Not yet. I'll be there tomorrow. But I have to find an apartment for Tamara and me for the winter. So I may not be able to get by your place tomorrow."

"Forget the apartment. I'll help you find one the next day. I'll meet you at the airport. You can stay with us tomorrow night."

"How does Gordon feel about that?"

"Probably excited and hard. Did you tell your wife about Gordon? Show her his photos?"

"Yeah."

"And? What did she say?"

"Well... basically she said, 'MMMmmmmmmm... can't wait'."

"Thought she might say something like that. She looks hot. And how are you going to feel about my husband fucking your wife?"

"Excited and hard... just like Gordon."

"See, you've answered your own question."

"I have to tell you, Paula, I'm going crazy thinking about you. I'm hard as stone right now just from hearing your voice."

"MMMmmmmmmm... can't wait."

"Really? Are you just saying that?"

"I'm masturbating right now. If you keep talking to me, I'll cum."

"Oh fuck. Me too. I'm not just hard talking to you. I'm jerking off."

"You're thinking about fucking me with that big hard cock, aren't you?"

"Ooohhhhhhh god... yes!"

"You're going to spread me wide, aren't you? Make me beg you to fuck me with your huge cock."

"AAahhhhhhhh!"

"I have my legs up and back, knees bent right now, Honey. No panties. Just my naked, wet cunt."

"Oohhh fuck! Are your tits out?"

"No."

"Take them out... take out your big tits!"

"Oh.. you hot Bastard... making me take out my tits."

"Are they out yet?"

"They're coming out, Honey. Give a girl a little time."

"I can't remember how many times I've jerked off looking at your tits and pussy in your photos."

"Well, my big tits are out and naked now, Lover. And before you ask, I can tell you that my nipples are hard... really hard... and really sensitive. When you suck on my nipples, Jim, it makes my cunt throb. I'm pushing the dildo into my cunt right now... mmmmmmm."

"Ooohhh... shit... almost there."

"Me too, Baby. I'm rubbing my clit like crazy thinking about you sticking that big hard cock into me."

The hot phone sex had both Paula and Jim masturbating furiously.
"AAHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!"

"Shoot it, Jim. Shoot it all over me. You can cum in me any time you want, Honey. I'm cumming... cummingg.... my cunt's cumming, Honey!"

"You wouldn't believe the size of the load I just shot off, Paula. It's all over every thing."

"It needs to be inside my cunt, Honey. That way it's easy to clean up. I'll have Gordon clean me."

"You are one incredibly hot, sexy, and dirty woman. I love it!"

"See you tomorrow, Honey. And one more thing..."

"Yes?"

"Don't you dare jerk off again before you see me. I want you hot, hard, fully primed, and ready."

"You got it, Paula... and you're going to get it!"

"MMMmmmmmm... can't wait!"

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Over dinner that night, Gordon asked, "Did you find out anything more about when Jim was going to be arriving?"

"He called today. He's arriving tomorrow afternoon. I'm picking him up at the airport."

"So! The big day has finally arrived. Are you excited?"

"Are you making fun of me?"

"No. I can't remember ever having made fun of you."

"You're right. I'm sorry. Just sort of sensitive about this because I know I'm behaving badly. I'm so excited, I'm boiling."

"I have this gut feeling that you may not wait for me come home tomorrow before taking Jim to bed."

"Are you furious with me?"

"No, just hard as stone."

"He's going to spend the night with us. Look for an apartment day after tomorrow. I couldn't resist inviting him. Am I in trouble?"

"I would say you're in a lot of trouble, Darling. You've been teasing that young stud for weeks. My guess is that he's going to screw you until you can't walk straight."

"Oh god," I moaned, my hand automatically moving between my thighs at the thought.

"Do I get any of your hot pussy tonight? Or are you saving all of it for Jim?"

"If you don't fuck me tonight, I'm going to rape you," I hissed, meaning every single word.

"Then I guess I better fuck you. After all, you haven't had any since last night."

"Not quite true, Honey. Jim cyberfucked me today over the phone."

"You had phone sex with him?"

"Did we ever! I came like crazy and he said his load went every where it was so huge."

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"Ooohh... you dirty Bastard! Harder, Lover! Fuck my slutty ass, Baby. Fuck your whorish wife in her ass, Honey. HARDER! Stick that big dick all the way up my ass... uunngghhhhh.... aaahhhhhhhh.... oooohhhh shit... I’m gonna cummmmmmmmmm!!"

"Load's going in, Paula. Big load up your hot asshole, Baby!"

"Oh yes! shoot it in my ass, Gordon... Pump it into meeeeeeeeee!!"

"OOhhh... you're just huge, Honey. Stretch my ass with that big cock, Lover. Give it to me hard! Ass fuck your dirty, hot wife."
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The following morning at 6:45 AM, Paula was up before I was, something that rarely occurred unless she had something important planned. I had no doubt about what that something was. Jim's ETA was at noon. If I had been the one picking him up at the airport, I could have easily slept until 9:30 AM, gotten up, taken a shower, had a nice breakfast, read the paper, and been at the airport by 11:40 with time to spare. However, as the popular book says, "Women are From Venus; Men are From Mars".

Paula was still in the bathroom getting "ready" at 7:30 AM, so I used the facilities in the extra bedroom, in which I had long ago placed a full complement of bath and shaving articles for situations just like the present one as well as for situations where I needed to sleep in the guest bedroom because whoever was with my wife was very shy.

I was dressed and had our breakfast on the table by 8:30 AM. She came down just as I was finishing my breakfast. She was stunningly beautiful in her white summer frock with pink trim and clear plastic "come-fuck-me" heels. The bodice of the dress exposed a third of her breasts and the short hemline over half of her thighs. I realized I had gotten an erection from looking at her... in spite of the fact that I had seen my wife thousands of times.

"You look awesome. Just fantastic!"

"You really think so?"

"I'm hard."

"Bull shit."

"Think so? Come over here and feel for yourself."

Paula took me up on my offer by wrapping her hand around my very stiff cock. "Oh damn! That is really hard!"

"I told you."

"Thank you, Darling. That's the nicest complement I've had in a long time."

"I want you to enjoy yourself today... I mean it! Really enjoy yourself. But I also hope that I don't have to go to bed alone tonight with this hard-on."

My wife moved closer and kissed me passionately... and then again, softly with feeling. "That is never going to happen, Honey. You're not going to be sleeping alone and you most certainly are NOT going to have to jack off to get rid of that beautiful erection. That's my job, and you damn well know how expert I am at getting that job done!"

"I never doubted it. I was just teasing you. I've got to get to work. I'm already a little late. I do have one instruction... be damn careful driving. I know your mind is going to be elsewhere... like on a huge 10-inch cock... but pay attention to your driving and tell Jim to keep his hands to himself while you're on the road! Understand?"

"I promise I'll be a very good girl... at least until we're parked safely in our driveway."

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Jim's plane was on time, and to my utter delight, he was unable to tear his eyes off my body and face. Other men were also staring but on this day, I had eyes only for Jim and his virile, big-cocked, very masculine body. Even when we collected his bags and stacked them up on a dolly, he kept looking at my legs, thighs, tits, and face.

Best of all, I could easily tell that he was as hard as Gordon had been at breakfast. But with an extra two inches of cock over my husband's eight inches, Jim's bulge was huge, almost obscene. On way out of the terminal and through the parking lot, I saw at least a dozen women staring at it. I knew everyone of them wanted it; I also knew that everyone of them knew I was going to soon be getting it. I loved it!

Jim graciously opened the driver's side door for me and I climbed in behind the wheel. In the process, I spread my legs wide open to give him a fantastic view of my thin, pink panties.

Jim loved the way I looked with my legs spread. His cock grew even more. I wasn't sure I could wait until we got home.
"Oh god!" he moaned as he squeezed his throbbing prick. "That's off the chart sensuous and sexy!" He leaned even closer. "Jezz... your panties are soaked. I can even smell your hot aroma!"

He moved even closer to feel me and probably do a lot more. Quickly, I snapped my legs shut. "Down, Lover. We have to behave ourselves until we get home. Those are my husband's orders and he's dead serious. No fooling around while I'm trying to drive. I promised and you have to as well. Ok?"

"Absolutely! I want to spend a lot of time this winter in your bed... not in a hospital bed."

Jim was true to his word, and we spent the time during the drive to our home chatting with him telling me about his work.

"Gordon's right. I don't build the monster towers you see in the U.S. The one's in the Caribbean are much smaller. They only have to have enough power and height for the signal to cover the island. Does the thought of my being up on a tower, 200 feet off the ground, swinging from one strut to another in my safety harness really turn you on? Are you excited by heights?"

"Wait until we get home and you'll find out how hot just talking about it makes me. Would you take me up on a tower while you're here?"

"You really want to do that?"

"Oh yes! Please!"

"Gordon won't mind?"

"Not after you convince him I'll be safe in a double safety harness."

"If I take up, I'm going to fuck you up there. No way you're coming down until you've been properly and thoroughly fucked."

"Oooohh Damn! Stop! No more of this till we get home. If you don't stop, you're going to make me cum, and we'll have a wreck."

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As soon as I killed the engine in our garage, I was out of the car heading into the house. "Forget your bags. They'll be safe in the garage. Come on! Hurry!"

The garage opens onto our utility room. My dress hit the floor halfway across the utility room. Over the clicking of my heels on the tile, I could hear Jim shut the door back in the utility room. The utility room joins the kitchen, and that's where my panties fell. Naked except for my CFM heels, I practically ran across our den to low ottoman in front of our fireplace. When Jim reached the den, he found me on all fours on the ottoman with my knees wide apart, ankles crossed, head down, and my hand reaching back between my thighs spreading my cunt wide open.

"Hurry! Damn you! Hurry! I need it! FUCK ME!!"
Looking back, I moaned, "For god sakes! Hurry! Damn you! You've had me in heat for three weeks! I'm already about to cum! Get Naked! Get into me! FUCK ME!"

Jim ripped off his clothes in record time and moved up behind me. I was so hot and so ready, I couldn't keep my hips still to allow him to align his cock and get it into my pussy. He slapped my ass once, not really hard, but hard enough to get my attention. "Hold still, Paula. Once I get it in you, you can move all you like."

The soft, but nevertheless firm voice of this confident stud sent more shivers through my overheated cunt. I forced my hips to remain still. In a perfectly natural move, Jim swabbed his cock up and down the length of my soaked, trembling slit in order to lubricate the head and make the entry easy. Men have done that to me thousands of times. I expect it. But this time, it was too much. The friction of his cock on my slit and clitoris sent me spiraling over the edge.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHH.... OOOHHHH... I'M CUMMINGGG... I'M FUCKING CUMMINGGG!"

My vagina went into a hard spastic contraction, and Jim didn't need to worry any further about lubrication on his cock. My juices drenched him.

Just the touch of his cock against my pussy caused me to explode and squirt juices all over Jim and the ottoman.
"My god!" he gasped. "I never seen a woman explode like that as soon as I touched her cunt with my cock. Fantastic! FUCKING FANTASTIC!"

My pussy was still throbbing. "Please... don't torture me any longer. STICK IT IN ME!!" Jim gave me my wish and nailed six inches of cock into my throbbing hole. I howled. He pulled five inches out and drove them back in along with another inch of cock. The intense sensation was out of this world. My hips worked back and forth on his shaft of their own accord. I came again.

The sensation of Jim's cock inside my pussy after waiting for it for almost a month quickly made me cum a second time.
Jim dragged his cock out of my convulsing vagina again. Once more, I wailed like a banshee, only instead of announcing a death, this banshee was announcing the approach of another intense orgasm. His hips snapped forward forcing 8 inches of man meat into my hole. This time, I screamed.

With eight inches of his cock in me, the fucking began. With determined, steady strokes he fucked me. The sounds from that huge plunger churning my sexual secretions had my clit jerking in wild spasms. I could feel his cock beginning to pulse and swell as he hammered his rod in and out of the thrashing female kneeling in front of him.

"Oh you hot bitch... I'm going to cum. I hope you're on the pill, Paula, cause I'm not pulling out and I'm gonna flood you!"

"SHOOT IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Jim's cock jerked hard. His hips snapped forward. His buttocks clenched. The monster cum load began to shoot into me in thick, rapid spurts. Again and again, his muscles contracted sending more cum deep inside my vagina until all the available space was filled with his load. After that, it began to spurt out between my lips and his cock. His cum and my juices quickly covered his balls, my thighs, and the surface of the ottoman.

Even though his load was exhausted, Jim's cock continued to pulse and throb deep inside my cunt. My vagina was doing the same thing... pulsing and throbbing in the aftermath of the several intense orgasms that hot stud had given me.

"Oh damn! You're a fantastic fuck, Paula. Unbelievable! Your pussy is still snapping at me. It feels like its working on me... trying to get me hard again."

"That's exactly what it's doing, Honey. Is it going to succeed?"

"What do you think?" he growled as I felt his organ growing... getting bigger... thicker... harder inside my pussy.

"I think I'm going to be fucked again."

"More than once more, Baby. A lot more than once more."

"Promises... promises," I giggled at the same time as I squeezed his expanding cock with my vaginal muscles.

"You trying to squeeze it off, Honey? What a cunt. Like a damn vise. I fucking love it!"

"Less talk... more fucking, Stud."

"Turn over. I want you on your back so I can really ram you, Honey. You ever had 10 inches of cock in you?"

"A few times... not many and not for a long time. Are you going to give me 10 inches?"

"Get onto your back and raise your legs, Paula, and you'll find out for yourself."

Five minutes later as 10 inches of cock pounded in and out of my widely dilated cunt, I did find out. And I couldn't stop squealing and grunting. Every time Jim drove into my pussy, it shoved my womb back to make room for his entire shaft. I was stuffed... totally cock stuffed.

All 10 inches of cock slammed into me again and again. I began to have near continuous orgasms around that huge shaft of man meat.
Jim fucked me like a wild stallion. Hammering it in and out in hard, fierce strokes. I came. He fucked me faster... even harder. I came again.... screaming and hissing in wild female pleasure. My eyes rolled back as the orgasms came one on top of the other. In the midst of my uncontrollable contractions, he poured another load of semen into me.

He laid on top of my heaving body for some time... both of us too exhausted to move. Finally, we fell asleep.

I have no idea how long I slept. All I know is that when I did awake, Jim was fucking me again. "You hot Bastard. You were fucking me when I was asleep and unconscious. How long have you been fucking me?"

"Bout ten minutes," he gasped, never stopping his determined thrusts into my sex pit.

"You've been screwing me for ten minutes and I've slept right through it?"

He ignored my question. The only thing his mind could grasp at the moment was the intense feeling of his cock plunging in and out of my now throbbing pussy. "Hot fuck hole...ooohhhh god... hot fuck hole... you're the most beautiful woman I've ever fucked. Ugh... ugh... ugh... shit... I'm gonna shoot in you again... soon."

I wrapped my legs around him and hammered my cunt against his surging cock every time he fucked it into me. "Please...hold it for just a little longer... let me catch up so I can cum. Please... can you hold it?"

"Oh man... that's hard to do with a hot-cunted woman like you." He closed his eyes and bit his lip in an effort to take his mind off my throbbing pussy so he could hold his load. "Ooohh too damn hot... don't think I can hold it," he moaned, and as I felt his prick contracting and swelling inside me, I knew he couldn't hold it.

Reaching between our bodies, I took his balls in my hand and squeezed... not enough to cause real pain, but enough to make him gasp and take his mind off my cunt. His cock stopped swelling and pulsing like a jackhammer inside me, as he concentrated on his balls.

"Now, Baby. Fuck me... fetch me... finish me, Stud. Fuck this hot slut and make her cunt cum, Lover. Ram it to meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Hot fuck slut... squeezing my balls... I'm going to fuck your ass off now!"

In less than a minute, I was screaming in orgasm as Jim punished me with a fierce fucking that left me breathless and left him nearly unconscious after he had emptied his fourth load into my hot box. When he finally pulled his semihard cock out of me, thick streams of semen and my juices poured out and ran down the crack of my ass.

With my cunt overflowing with Jim's cum, it ran out of me in a thick, steady stream and slid down the crack of my ass.
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I had stayed a little longer at work than I was my usual practice to give Paula and Jim more time alone. As a result, it was a little after 6 PM when I opened our front door and walked into our den.

I had expected to find them either in our bedroom fucking or out by the pool relaxing from all the sex of the afternoon. I did not expect to find them on the ottoman, but that's where they were. Jim was lying on his back and Paula was mounted on his cock. Her ass faced me giving me a perfect view of the connection of cock and cunt. He was big... really big... and thick. I thought he wasn't quite as thick as me, but he was two inches longer. No wonder my wife was howling and grunting as she nailed her pussy up and down that huge sex spike again and again.

Paula was riding Jim like she hadn't had sex in a month... moaning and gasping every time the cock filled her.
Looking back at me she grinned, "Hi Honey. I guess you caught your wife in flagrante delicto. You should have known better than to marry such a hot-cunted bitch." Her hips never slowed their fuck strokes up and down Jim's cock.

"This is Jim fucking your wife, Honey. He's sort of busy right now. You'll understand if he doesn't stop to shake your hand right now. After he pumps another load into me, he might. Get closer, Darling. Really close so you can see hot big he is... how he stretches my hot hole... Oooohhhh... Honey... I'm gonna cum again soon."

I moved closer as my wife had invited. It was really an awesome sight. It got me hot and hard almost immediately.

It had been a very long time since I had seen my wife taking a cock that big.
I still didn't understand why they hadn't used our bedroom. The couple was now pounding each other so hard that I knew they had forgotten all about my presence. The only thing each of them could think about was that huge cock pumping into my wife's throbbing sex hole.

Being uncomfortable and feeling out of place in my business suit, I went into our bedroom to take off my coat and put on a more comfortable shirt. When I entered, I got the answer to my question about them using our bedroom. The bed was an absolute wreck. The covers were strewn all over the floor. The sheet was half off the bed and covered with wet stains that I knew were a mixture of male cum, my wife's cunt juices, saliva, and sweat.

As I put on a fresh shirt, I heard Paula screaming in the den and a moment later, a growling male voice informing her that he was shooting it in.

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When I reentered the den, both Paula and Jim seemed to be exhausted. Jim was still lying on the ottoman, unmoving. Paula had rolled off his body onto the floor where she lay panting rapidly.

"Come on, you two. On your feet. Get your butts into the shower and clean up. I'm hungry and we're going out for dinner."

Jim pushed himself erect with some difficulty and smiled at me. "Hi, Jim. I'm Gordon, Paula's husband. We met about 30 minutes ago but you were too occupied to notice."

"Sorry, Man. Blame your wife. She's just too hot. I don't think I can move."

"Up, Jim... Up. You use the shower in the guest bedroom... Paula you take the one in the master bedroom. No more fucking! I'm hungry and I want you both ready in 30 minutes. I'll bring your suitcases in from the car, Jim, and put them in the master bedroom, but stay away from my wife's pussy until later tonight. If you're both not ready in 30 minutes, there'll be hell to pay."

That got Jim's attention, and he asked, "Yeah? What will happen?"

"I'll make you fuck my wife a couple of more times."

"Oh shit! I'll be ready in 20," he laughed.

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We had a good, filling dinner at a steak house and then went for a drive around city town to acquaint Jim with where things were. Paula sat between us in the front seat. Naturally, it wasn't long before I was playing with one of her legs while Jim worked on the second one. After 20 minutes or so of such play, she was squirming in the seat doing her best to thrust her pussy against either my hands or Jim's. But we just played with her thighs and let her boil in her own juices.

At one point, she started rubbing her cunt to get some relief. Jim stopped that immediately. My wife moaned. "But I'm hot and neither of you bastards will do anything but play with my legs and thighs which just gets me even hotter. Come on, do me. Let me cum."

"Good grief, woman. How many times did you get off this afternoon?" Jim asked, actually amazed at my wife's sexual appetite.

"Who cares? That was then... this is now! And I've been sitting between two hot-bodied studs with big cocks and you guys have me hot. I need to cum."

"Too bad," I commented. "We're in charge. Not you. Now be quiet and spread wider so we can work on your thighs."

For another hour, we continued to drive around the city while Paula moaned and whined. Before we reached our home, her panties were a sodden mess, and she was begging for relief.

Later in bed, Jim knew that I was wild to get into my wife. So, he rolled over, moved to the far side of the king-sized bed, and turned onto his side so he could watch. Paula was so hot, there was no need for foreplay. She came as soon as I entered her... screaming and wailing like she hadn't had sex for a week. I knew the reason, of course. She loved being with two men at the same time.

After cumming in her and bringing her to two orgasms, I got her on her hands and knees, moved beneath her, and ate her pussy until she exploded all over my face. She was still throbbing in the aftermath of her orgasm, when I mounted her and drove my cock deep into her ass. She howled with the initial pain, but very quickly, her howls changed to grunts, and then to moans of pleasure.

My wife's ass was very tight. Obviously, Jim had not yet ass-fucked her.
"Oh that feels so damn good, Honey. Fuck me harder... please."

"Are you ready for two cocks? One in your pussy... one in your ass?"

My wife shuddered beneath me. All she could do was gasp, "Oohh god... ohhhh god... two big hard cocks in me....oohhhh... big hard cocks... in me... please... please... please."

I motioned to Jim to move to the center of the bed. He did and he was more than ready. His huge dick was hard as stone and sticking straight up... eager to be inside my wife's cunt. She straddled him and aligned his dick. Jim pulled my wife's ass down and her shrieks could probably heard next door as the huge phallus drove into her cunt. I moved behind her and drove my cock into her already dilated ass. We set up a steady rhythm and began fucking the thrashing woman through one orgasm after another.

With two big cocks in her cunt and ass, Paula couldn't stop cumming.
When we finally fired out loads into her holes, she was so exhausted she could no longer support her body. As soon as we withdrew, she fell to her side in the middle of the bed and was asleep within a couple of minutes.

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The following day, we went apartment hunting with Jim. His income from his construction business added to Tamara's was substantial so we had a wide latitude of choices available to us. After a couple of hours of searching, Jim was taken by the quality of the apartment available in one of the 14-story, high-rise buildings in the city. In fact, once he had seen three apartments in the building, he picked one and signed a three-month lease on an apartment on the 10th floor.

That afternoon, we picked up the rest of Jim's stuff from the moving company that had shipped it and then helped Jim move all his luggage and equipment into his new home for the winter. I found the equipment to be incredibly interesting. He had stored his heavy winches and cables in a facility on St. Thomas for the winter, but he brought his climbing and safety gear with him. The engineering design for the double safety harnesses he and Tamara wore was excellent.

"Where did you find these?" I asked.

"Didn't. I designed them myself and had them fabricated," Jim replied with obvious pride.

"How do they work. What's the purpose of all these attachments and belts?"

"To understand their purpose, Gordon, you have to remember that what I need to do is very different from what a window washer or an electrical lineman does. In the latter case, they just need safety equipment that will prevent a fatal fall should they slip. The window washer isn't going to be climbing hand-over-hand all over the side of the building, and the linesman isn't going to be moving at all. When I work, I have to have freedom of motion and complete safety when I move from one steel beam to another."

"I can understand that... so how does this elaborate harness provide all that?"

"The concept is simple. In order to move about the structure, you obviously have to unhook the safety lines securing you to the structure. As soon as you do that, any slip will result in a 200 or so foot fatal plunge. To avoid this, the harness provides a second set of safety lines. To climb upward, you move as far as the first set will permit, then secure the second set before unhooking the first set. After that, you climb as far as the second set will permit, and then repeat the procedure until you've reached your new destination needed to attach the next beam of the tower. There is never a moment in which my body is not securely fastened to the tower's structure."

"I see. The second set acts like a reserve parachute."

"The operation is not quite the same, but the concept is."

It took us over an hour to transport all of Jim's stuff from our SUV to his new apartment, unpack, and store every thing in its proper place. At the end, Jim and I were in his living room setting up his TV, DVD, and hi-fi audio system while Paula was in the bedroom hanging up his clothes. When we had finished, it was almost time for dinner.

"Paula, are you ready to head out for dinner?" I called out toward the bedroom.

"Not yet. One more thing to do. How about some help in here. I can't do this by myself."

Jim and I hurried to assist Paula with whatever problem she was having. When we entered the bedroom, my wife was standing in the corner of the room beside the bed wearing nothing but her CFM heels. She cupped her tits toward us, licked her lips sensuously, and asked, "Which one of you guys wants to be the first to fuck me on this bed?"

My wife greeted us totally naked and obviously ready for sex.
"Well, it's Jim's apartment. Seems like he ought to have the honor," I suggested. I wasn't surprised when Jim put up no argument.

While Jim and I stripped, my wife crawled to the middle of the bed, turned onto her back and raised her legs. Jim moved between them, held her ankles wide apart, and leaned into her body until his cock head touched her engorged clit. "Put me into your cunt, Paula," he said softly.

Wrapping her hand around Jim's shaft, she swabbed the head up and down the length of her slit until it was dripping with her lubricating juices. Opening her pussy with the fingers of her left hand, she guided the big cock into her vagina. Once it was firmly lodged inside, she leaned back on the bed and arched her hips to drive three inches of cock into her pussy. Jim took over from there.

Jim spread my wife's legs wide apart and Paula quickly put his cock into her pussy.
The bedsprings squeaked much more loudly than they did in our bedroom. I was sure that they could be heard out in the hallway and probably in the adjacent apartments. Halfway through the fuck, both of them began to grunt. Then my wife's grunts changed to howls of pleasure, and I had no doubt any longer that the sounds were carrying into the hallway and the other apartments.

Paula climaxed before Jim did amid her screeching wails that were bouncing off the walls. With my wife moaning and urging him to fuck her harder and her vagina contracting and throbbing about his cock, there was no way Jim was going to be able to hold out. He fired in his load about a minute after Paula had come.

By this time, my shaft was a rigid iron spike that needed to be inside a hot cunt. As soon as I tapped Jim on the shoulder, he knew my problem. He quickly pulled his softening cock from Paula's cunt and moved aside. My wife smiled seductively, put her hands behind her knees, and pulled them up so that she was in the classic female fucking position.

Her gaping, well-fucked cunt seemed to beckon me as it slowly opened and closed in the aftermath of her orgasm on Jim's cock. With a smoothness born of long practice, I nailed my cock into her on the first thrust. It raced down her cum-slickened tunnel and pounded into her womb. We both grunted. Fifteen minutes later, my wife's cunt was filled with a second huge load. She had had two more orgasms in the process.

The sight of my cock pumping in and out of Paula's gaping cunt hole was intensely exciting. When her pussy exploded a second time, I shot another load of cum into her hot hole.
Jim and I washed up quickly and then turned the bathroom over to Paula who took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes. Thirty minutes after the sex was over, we were on our way to dinner.

Needless to say, Jim preferred to spend the night with us rather than alone in his new apartment. I fell asleep sometime around midnight while my wife was again mounted on Jim's cock.

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First Month:

The events of the next month were very similar to those of the first couple of days. Jim generally spent three or four evenings at week in our home. Those evenings always ending in sensuous three-way sex between Jim, Paula, and myself. During the day, I had to work, but Jim was essentially on vacation, and Paula was frequently over at his apartment during the day.

Even though my position as Chief Project Engineer is often exciting and challenging, there is still a lot of busy work and paper work that has to be done. This has always bored me. However, with my thoughts filled with erotic images of what Jim and Paula were probably doing, I found my boredom with such work had vanished. I just did the paper work mechanically while thinking about how hot the sex would be that night.

And the sex in the evenings never ceased to amaze me. My wife has always been a wonderful bed partner, but now with Jim balling her during the day, she was a wildcat in bed at night with me. And on the nights when Jim would join us, she was insatiable. Most of the time, she would wear us both out and then tease us about how awful it was for her to have to sleep between two impotent eunuchs.

One evening at the start of Jim's third week in our city, Paula and I were alone. She was curled up with me on our couch. The negligee she wore was up over her breasts, which I was enjoying stroking. At the same time, her hand was wrapped around my hard cock, which she was enjoying stroking. It was slow, gentle, erotic foreplay that we both knew would eventually change to fiery sex.

"Are you free tomorrow afternoon, Darling?" my wife asked as her fingertips traced circles around my cock ridge.

"MMMMmmmm... I could be. I just need to tell my secretary that I'll be out for the afternoon. Why?"

"Jim wants me to invite you over to his apartment at 3 PM tomorrow afternoon... not before... not after... at 3 PM."

"Getting together with Jim is always hot, but why 3 PM exactly? What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. I know he's going to show me how his double safety harness works, and he knows that you were very interested, so he suggested that you come over to his apartment for the demonstration at 3 PM. Can you make it?"

"Absolutely. Wouldn't miss it for the world. But I still don't understand what's so magical about the time being precisely 3 PM."

"Neither do it, but he was very insistent. Here's my key to his apartment. He said you should just let yourself into the apartment at 3 PM, and we would join very soon thereafter. Ok?"

"Ok. You can tell Jim that I'll be at his place at exactly 3 PM. He's really got me curious."

"Me too. But right now, I'm more interested in this big hard cock I've got in my hand. Why don't we take this into our bedroom, and you can give me a demonstration of how you use it?"

A short time later, I was mounted between my wife's thighs, which she had locked about my hips. I was slowly sliding my cock up and down her slit, exciting her but not entering her.

"Please, Darling. Put it in. I'm so damn hot."

"How is it that you have a key to Jim's apartment?"

"Oh damn!" she hissed. "Later, Darling. Fuck me first."

"No. Tell me why you have a key to Jim's apartment."

"If I tell you, will you promise to fuck me?"

"You drive a very hard bargain, but all right. I guess I have no choice. Tell me, and I'll fuck you."

"You bastard."

"Of course, but you love it. Now fess up."

"Jim gave me the key so I can let myself in when he's not there. He likes for me to strip naked and be waiting for him in bed when he arrives. Now fuck me, you Bastard! Fuck me!"

It was a miserable task, but I had promised and had no choice.

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At precisely 3 PM the next afternoon, I unlocked Jim's door and entered his apartment. "Jim?" No answer. "Paula?" Again, no answer. "Anyone here?" Once more, nothing but silence.

Quickly, I walked through the apartment to see if they were hiding somewhere, but the place was empty. I couldn't understand what was happening. I had thought that Jim was going to give Paula and I a demonstration of how the double safety harness worked. That was going to be difficult when neither of them were here.

One thing I did see on my tour of the apartment was dozens of photographs of Jim up on various towers that he had constructed on several different islands in the Caribbean. To say they were impressive would have been an understatement. On one wall, there was a series of photographs of the same tower taken at different stages of its construction. The first showed him standing on the bare ground of the construction site; the final photo in the series showed him at the very top of the completed, 175-foot tower. It had obviously been taken with a powerful telephoto lens.

With nothing else to do, I sat down in the living and enjoyed the view through the doors opening onto the apartment's balcony. Since Jim's apartment was on the 10th floor, the view across the park and the lake that fronted the building was very nice.

Around 3:10 or so, I received a shock unlike any I had ever experienced before or since. As I enjoyed the view out the glass doors opening onto the balcony, I saw a hand reach up and grasp one of the bars forming the safety railing around the balcony! Someone was hanging onto the balcony safety railing 10 floors above the ground!

"Good God!!" I screamed aloud as I flung open the doors to the balcony and raced to the railing to lend assistance to whoever was hanging on for dear life. Before I reached the railing, I received an even greater shock. The person's other hand appeared and grasped the bar of the safety railing above the first hand. With both hands holding the bar, the person pulled themselves upward. The person hanging on the railing was my wife!

For a moment, sheer shock and fear for her safety paralyzed me. Before I recovered and started to her assistance. I saw her first hand reach up and attach a locking hook over the balcony's top railing. I watched in total amazement as my wife pulled herself to the top of the railing, looked over at me, and said,

"SMILE! You're on Candid Camera!"

I'm sure that no one on "Candid Camera" was ever as shocked as I was or as dumbfounded. Paula lifted her body over the railing and stood before me on the balcony wearing a short dress, tennis shoes, and one of Jim's double safety harnesses that was securely strapped around her body. She unhooked the safety lines from the bars of the balcony. Then she turned and gave me a huge smile. A moment later, Jim hoisted himself over the balcony railing and proceeded to unhook the safety lines from the bars.

"Well, how did you like it, Paula?" he asked.

"Oh my god! It was wonderful. That's the most thrilling, exciting, wild thing I've ever done in my whole life. I loved it!!"

"What in the hell did you do?" I asked with a mixture of anger, fear, amazement, and shock.

"Instead of taking the elevator like you did, Jim and I climbed up the outside lattice structure of the fire escape and balconies. That's the demonstration of the double safety harness that I told you about. I'm sorry we're late, but it's harder to make a vertical 10-story climb than I realized, even with a safety harness."

"But how did you do that?" I asked totally at sea.

"Show him, Jim."

Jim nodded. "Come over here, Gordon."

I walked to the edge of the balcony and looked down in the direction Jim was pointing. "See how the balconies form part of the external fire escape for the building. As you can see there are stairs leading downward in a spiral from the balconies to form the fire escape. So if you wanted some exercise, you could simply walk up the stairs rather than use the elevator. It's somewhat more strenuous to climb the fire escape on the outside of the stairs using a double safety harness to prevent any unpleasant falls."

The thought of my wife making a 10-story climb up the outside of the fire escape's lattice structure sent shivers up and down my spine.
"You're telling me that you and Paula made a 10-story climb on the outside of that fire escape lattice structure?"

"Exactly. She wanted to see how I managed to climb radio towers. This is physically much easier than climbing a 200 foot tower, but the method is exactly the same."

"But my wife might have been killed!" I shouted.

"No chance, Gordon. No chance. I was right behind her with an additional safety line between us. I told her exactly what moves to make and when to make them. There was never a moment when she was not secured both to the fire escape and to me. And I was secured to the fire escape as well. The only problem is the physical stamina needed to make a 10-story vertical climb. If Paula had gotten too tired to continue, we would have just stopped off at one of the balconies on each floor. As I say, Gordon... No problem. I thought you might like to come downstairs now and make the climb with me. No better way to see how to properly use a safety harness. Come on. You'll be perfectly safe."

"Go on, Darling. Do it. It's really wild. Just don't look down. Watch the lattice structure and follow Jim's instructions. Even if by some weird series of events, you fall, it won't be more than five or six feet before the safety line to Jim stops your fall. Go on. I'll wait here for you."

Jim and I made the climb in about 25 minutes. And it was every bit as exhilarating an experience as Paula had said it would be. As I pulled myself over the railing onto Jim's balcony, I was sweating but very excited. Jim was right behind me, and although he had made the climb twice, he showed no sign of physical stress.

Jim saw me looking at him and said, "I do this all the time, Gordon. So naturally, I'm in better shape for the climb than you. You do my job a hell of a lot better than I could ever do yours."

"Thank you," I replied. Turning to my wife, I said, "You were right. It was a blast. I'm somewhat surprised that you had the stamina to make the entire climb though."

"Why? That took a lot less energy than trying to satisfy two randy wild studs in bed every night."

I had to laugh at that remark. "You've got a point there. Shall we go have a drink before dinner?"

"Not yet," Jim replied. "I got something else I need to do first. Paula, do you remember what I told you when you asked me if I would take you on a tower climb?"

My wife blushed. I love it when she blushes. "Yes," she said softly. "I remember."

"Tell Gordon."

Turning to me, she explained, "Jim said if he took me on a climb up a tower, he was certainly going to fuck me before I got back to the ground. I believe his exact words were '"If I take up, I'm going to fuck you up there. No way you're coming down until you've been properly and thoroughly fucked.' or something like that."

"That's exactly what I said, " Jim assured me. "Now I'm going to fuck Paula just like I warned her."

"You said you'd fuck me on the tower, not in a bed in your apartment. That's not fair," my wife protested.

"I did say that, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Our 'tower' is the lattice work of the fire escape. Come with me. Now! You too, Gordon. I'm sure you will want to watch."

Jim directed my wife against the balcony railing. When she was pressed against the railing, Jim spread her legs wide apart and fastened the lines of the safety harness around her thighs and legs to the bars of the railing. "You're now secured to the tower, Paula. Just like when we were making the climb, right?"

Paula nodded, and Jim continued. "You haven't gotten back down from the tower yet, have you?" Again, she shook her head.

"Bend over the railing... way over. The safety lines will prevent you from falling."

My wife bent over part way, staring straight down at the street, 10 floors below. Even though I knew it was impossible for her to fall with two sets of safety lines attaching her body to the tower, it still had my adrenalin running, and Paula's too, I was certain.

"Bend over further, Paula. I want your head down by your feet with the balcony railing against the top of your thighs. Bend over! Ass up!"

My wife assumed the position, which arched her ass high in the air as her head hung down on the other side of the balcony railing. She had been in such a fucking position many, many times, but not 10 stories above the ground!

Jim ran his hand lightly over her ass, which was still covered by her dress. Paula squirmed, clearly getting excited by the thrill of the height and by the sheer eroticism of having sex like this.

"You don't mind if I pull your skirt up over your ass, do you Paula?"

From the other side of the railing, we heard my wife moaning, "Oh god... oh god... ooohhh... this is so fucking wild!"

Jim pulled my wife's dress up over her ass and then pushed it down the top half of her body until it was hanging downward on the other side of the balcony railing. Paula's moaning continued as Jim ran his hands over her ass, down her thighs and calves and then back up the inside of her legs almost to her gushing pussy.

"OOhhhh more... more... take off my panties... rub my pussy... ooohhhh!"

There was no way Jim was going to be able to get my wife's panties off with her legs spread as wide as they were and tied to the balcony railing. That problem proved to be of little consequence to the construction engineer who produced a Swiss army knife from his pocket, opened the blade, and in one careful stroke cut Paula's panties in half and pulled them from her body. I thought he would pocket them as a souvenir. Instead, he tossed them over the side. With her head far over the edge of balcony near her feet, Paula watched them floating gently on the breeze down to the courtyard where they settled on the entryway sidewalk.

"Your cunt is a fucking waterfall, Paula. God... you're dripping... really dripping."

"It's your fault, you teasing bastard. FUCK ME LIKE YOU PROMISED. STICK IT IN ME!"

Jim moved closer and speared my wife's gaping cunt hole in one smooth thrust. Even with her head hanging far over the edge, I could hear her passionate moan as the big cock thudded into the bottom of her pussy. Jim fucked her with hard, rapid strokes, each one as hard or harder than the previous one. As he pounded his rod into my wife cunt, the force of his strokes forced her body more and more over the railing until the straps were taut. At this point, her head was out of sight below the floor of the balcony.

With her head almost below the floor of the balcony 10 stories above the ground, my wife howled at the top of her lungs as Jim power fucked her cunt to an intense orgasm.
"Gonna pump in the load, Paula. You ready, Baby?"

"AAAAhhhhh ... I'm cummingggggggg..." came her answering wail from below.

Jim's buttocks clenched as he ejaculated inside my wife's pussy... again and again. When he finally pulled his prick out of her, a long stream of cum ran out of her vagina forming a long cum rope.

The huge cum load seeped out of Paula's pussy and formed a long cum rope.
We watched the load streaming out of her vagina until it finally stopped. Then, Jim put his arm around my wife and pulled her back onto the balcony. He held her steady while I unfastened the safety straps. She was still shaking from her extreme excitement both from the hot sex and from being fucked while hanging over a balcony 10 floors above the ground.

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Tamara Arrives:

On Tuesday morning of the following week, I was engrossed in the specifications for a new manufacturing facilities attempting to find some ways we might cut the construction costs while still maintaining the quality needed when the red light on my desk flashed. That flashing red light was a signal from my secretary that she needed my attention.

"What is it, Doris?"

"There's a woman in your waiting room who would like to see you. She says her name is Mrs. Martinez and that you know her. Shall I send her in?"

I had no recollection of knowing a Mrs. Martinez, but obviously she knew me. As usual, my curiosity was high. "Ok. Ask her to please come in."

When the door opened, I rose and moved forward to greet my visitor. I only got halfway before I was stopped dead in my tracks by her sultry beauty. Her perfect, dark complexion, long, beautiful black hair, and a stacked, gorgeous body would have stopped any man. I had the feeling that I had seen her before, but couldn't recognize her face and had no idea where I might have encountered this stunning woman.

"Good morning, Gordon. I'm Mrs. Martinez." She didn't bother to extend her hand. "May I sit down?"

"Of course... of course," I stammered. "Forgive me. You obviously know me, and I have the feeling that I've seen you, but have no idea where. My apologies... sincerely."

"Don't be embarrassed. There's really no way you could recognize me... that is unless I take off all my clothes. Then, you might have a chance."

Mrs. Martinez flashed a dazzling smile and I think I blushed. I must have because her smile changed to a sexy laugh. "I love it when a sophisticated man blushes," she replied. "Maybe this will help."

Mrs. Martinez leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the far side of my desk. With her legs up, her short skirt slid back all the way to her hips exposing a long expanse of her stocking-clad, beautiful legs. About three inches of bare thigh showed above the tops of her dark hose. "My legs ring any bells for you, Gordon?"

I knew I had seen her legs somewhere before... but I had no idea where.
"Truthfully, they do. But I still can't recall why or where. This is really embarrassing. Have we been intimate and I've forgotten? That hardly seems possible as gorgeous and sensuous as you are. Again, all I can do is apologize."

She was smiling seductively with a twinkle in her eyes that relaxed me. I could tell that she wasn't offended by my lapse of memory. In fact, she seemed to be really enjoying the game she was playing with me. "I'll give you some clues, Gordon. First, you're never really seen my face so your inability to identify me is understandable. Does that jog your memory?"

"Not enough I'm afraid."

"Ok. I'll give you a second clue. The reason I'm here this morning is that my husband is fucking your wife. A lot! From what he tells me, he's been screwing her at least once every day for the last month."

"Tamara?"

"Bingo! Give that man the grand prize!"

"Now I understand. Your photos only showed you from the neck down. And the e-mails from Jim never said that your last name is Martinez whereas his is Richardson. I assume you kept your own name when the two of you were married?"

"Right again. Well... what do you think?" She stood and struck a seductive pose.

"I think Jim is a very lucky man. Have you met Paula yet?"

"I have... sort of, that is. I went to your house as soon my plane arrived."

"Sort of met her? Was she just leaving when you arrived or something?"

"Oh no... not at all. She was there. So was Jim. He was fucking her in the bedroom when I arrived. My husband wasn't a happy camper when he had to stop to let Paula answer the doorbell." She laughed at the memory.

"I take it you didn't tell Jim you were arriving this morning."

"No, I didn't. I have to tell you, I loved the look on their faces."

"Well, don't stop. What happened?"

"Well, I knew exactly what was happening as soon as I saw your wife. Her hair was a wreck, her lipstick smeared, she was sweating, and when I walked in, I could smell the aroma of sex. I introduced myself to Paula and led her back into the bedroom where my not-so-faithful, naked husband was waiting in your bed with a huge erection. I just pulled off your wife's robe... she was also naked underneath it, of course... pushed her onto the bed and told her finish what she started."

"What did she say to that?" I asked now grinning broadly.

"Oh... the usual female bullshit about the mood being broken and so on and so forth. But all that stopped when my husband mounted her and slammed that 10-inch prick of his into her cunt. He was fucking her like a wild stallion when I told them I was going to go see you and that we'd meeting them for dinner. Your wife was cumming before I got out the front door."

"A moment ago you said that I had won the grand prize. What is it?"

"Why, it's Me, of course. Were you expecting something trite like a bunch of money or something?"

"Hardly. You're the prize I was hoping for."

"Well you've won it. What do you think of your winnings?" As she asked the question, she turned away from me, bent over, and pulled her dress up around her waist. The sight of her black garters, dark, thigh-high hose, and skimpy black thong sunk deep between the cheeks of her luscious ass was enough to give a statue a hard-on... and I was no statue.

I couldn't even imagine a hotter prize than Tamara's sexy ass.
"Good god! You're unbelievable... just pure distilled hot sex!"

"Make you hard, Darling?"

"Oh hell yes!"

"Want to sample your prize right here? You can if you like. In fact, you can sample me anytime you want."

"Please don't be angry, but I can't do it here in this office. I never have sex here."

"I understand completely. Well, in that case, my pussy will just have to wait. I'm going to our apartment and will unpack and get ready for dinner this evening. The four of us are going out... and Honey, tonight, your ass is mine."

"That's an offer I can't refuse. I'll see you this evening."

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When I arrived at home around 5:30 PM, Paula was in the shower getting ready for the evening out. She was alone. Stepping into the bathroom, I called through the closed shower door, "Hi, Sexy. I'm home. I'll use the facilities in the other bedroom."

"Ok. We're supposed to pick Jim and Tamara up at 8 PM for dinner and drinks afterwards."

By the time I had finished my shower and dressed for the evening, Paula as already waiting for me in the den. That was a rarity. I'm almost always ready before she is.

"You're really fast tonight," I commented.

"Not really. I started 45 minutes before you did."

"Want a drink? Some wine before dinner?"

"Thanks, but I think I'll wait. I don't want to drink too much."

"Ok. I hear you've already met Tamara."

My wife smirked. "Yeah. She come unexpected and caught Jim and I in bed."

"How did she get in without a key?"

"Oh, she didn't. I don't mean she came into the bedroom and caught Jim fucking me. She just rang doorbell while we were going at it. I put on a robe and answered the door."

"Well, no harm done."

"No. She knew. I was hot and sweaty and she could smell the aroma of sex in the air. She marched me back into the bedroom and there was her husband... stark naked with a huge erection waiting for me to come back."

"Actually, that's sort of funny. Was Tamara angry?"

"No. She wasn't, which surprised me. In fact, she made me get back in bed with Jim so he could finish fucking me. She said she was on her way to see you. Did she?"

"She did. I didn't even recognize her. Not surprising since none of her photographs showed her face."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Did you fuck her?"

"No. She offered, but I can't do that in my office with Doris right outside. I think she knew that and was just making things difficult for me."

"Get even with her tonight."

"I intend to."

"Good!"

"I think you're mad. Was she mean or catty to you?"

"No. She was very nice... but it was very embarrassing to meet a woman for the first time and have her catch me fucking her husband and then make me get back in bed and finish him."

"Yeah. I must have been terrible. I know you really hated it."

"You don't need to be sarcastic about it."

"I was just teasing you. Sorry. My apologies. Really."

"Do you mean it?"

"Let's go to bed and make love. You'll be fucked later. We've got plenty of time before 8 PM. Let's make love."

It was 7:20 PM before we finished. We each took a quick shower, dressed and were on our way to pick up Jim and Tamara by 7:40.

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Paula called Jim on her cell when we were on the way. "We'll there in 10, Love... Ok." When she hung up, she told me, "They're going to meet us at the front of the building."

That's exactly what happened. As I pulled up at the front, Jim and a dazzlingly sexy Tamara were waiting for us at the curb. Jim quickly climbed into the back seat, but Tamara opened the front door.

"You're in my seat, Paula. Out. Get in the back with your lover. The big stud beside you is mine. Out! Move your sexy ass. Now!"

My wife did as she was told and got out to make room for Tamara. As she opened the back door and bent over to get in, Tamara whacked her sharply on her shapely ass and told her husband, "Here's your hot slut. Make sure she stays back there."

When Tamara got in beside me, her short skirt rode high on her thighs exposing her thigh-high stockings and her bikini panties. "Hi, Lover. Like what you see?"

"What's not to like?"

Her hand moved to my crotch where she felt my erection. "MMMmmmm... nothing... absolutely nothing. I love this."

I put the car in gear and headed toward Gardiners', one of the best and most upscale restaurants in the city. Tamara snuggled up against me as we listened to my wife sighing in the back seat.

As usual, dinner was superb. Jim and Tamara wanted to split the check, but we insisted on it being our treat as a welcome to Tamara. "After today, we'll split the tab when we go out," I told them.

"Ok," Jim said agreeably. "Thank you. Where are we going now?"

"Richard's Club. It's THE place to go for drinks, dancing, and sensuous evenings."

Once again, on the way to Richards, Tamara snuggled up against me with her dress up about her hips, her panties on display for me.

"UUmmmmmm... that is incredibly erotic, " I whispered.

"You think this is erotic, you should turn around and look at your wife, Honey."

"Can't do that. I'm driving. Tell me."

"Jim has your wife's dress up around her waist."

My cock throbbed at that erotic image. "Let's go them one better, Tamara," I whispered. "Take off your panties and bra and lay them over the top of the front seat."

"What a hot, dirty mind you have, Gordon. I love it," she whispered back. Unzipping the back of her dress, she unhooked and removed her bra. When she had it off, she laid it over the seat.

From the back seat, we heard a surprised Jim ask, "Why are you taking off your bra. We're almost to Richard's."

"Sorry, Dear. I didn't have a choice. My Man told me to take it off. Also my panties." She raised her hips, stripped her panties down over her legs, and laid them beside her bra on the front seat.

"Damn!" we heard from the back seat.

"Gordon," Tamara asked in a voice easily loud enough to be heard in the back seat, "don't you think there ought to be two bras and two pair of panties on top of the seat?"

"Seems reasonable to me. Are there?"

"Not yet."

"You heard the man, Paula," we heard Jim saying. "Panties and bra off and on the seat top."

I could hear some shuffling in back and then Tamara said, "Two bras are on the seat, Honey." I was hard as stone now.

"Your wife's panties are coming down, Lover."

Even thought it didn't seem possible, I got even harder.

"Two pair of panties are lying on the seat now, Gordon."

I was so hard now that it hurt, actually hurt! I pulled into the valet parking area of Richard's Club, killed the engine, and Jim and I got out. As soon as the car had stopped, two young, high-school age boys were at the car doors opening them for Tamara and Paula. Tamara got out first. When she emerged from the car, she swung one leg out, spread it wide, and held the position long enough to give the young man a good look at her exposed cunt.

Tamara's cunt was the sexiest one the high school boy had ever seen.
I could see that he wasn't as hard as I was, but Tamara had gotten him erect with her show. Paula had seen what Tamara had down and she wasn't about to be upstaged. When she emerged, she did the same, but held the position even longer, letting the high school boy stare at her wet, and open pussy. Both women were laughing when they went inside; Jim and I, along with the two lucky young men, weren't laughing, but we were hard.

Paula let the boy stare at her naked cunt even longer than Tamara had.
For the next hour and half, we had drinks and danced. When we were at the table, I saw both women grinning. "What are the two of you grinning about?" I asked.

Tamara gave me a sexy smile and said, "We're grinning at the fact that there are four men staring at our naked cunts right now... and all four of them are trying to figure out some way they can get into us. That's because you and Gordon made us take off our panties and bras."

Looking over at my wife, I asked, "Is that right, Paula, or is she just making that up?"

"Actually, I thought there were five guys looking, but I guess she's right. There are only four," she said with a teasing pout.

"Maybe we should head out," Jim suggested.

When I nodded, Tamara said, "Ok, but Paula and I have to pay visit to the ladies room before we leave. Coming, Paula?"

"Ok. We'll wait here for you."

"I guess it was a mistake to have the girls take off their panties," I mused. "What do you think, Jim?"

"Looking back, maybe so, but at the time, I thought it was a great idea. It may still work out great. After having to sit here with naked pussies for almost two hours, you've got to know that both of our wives are hot as fire right now."

"I guess so," I said somewhat uncertain. "If I know women, we're going to be waiting for at least 10 or 15 minutes. Want another drink or a beer?"

"No. I haven't finished this one yet. It should last another 10 minutes or so."

Ten minutes passed, and then 15, and there was still no sign of our wives. "I guess I underestimated. I should have ordered another drink."

After 20 minutes, Jim said, "They've been gone a long time. You think they're ok?"

"Yeah, they're fine. They're just fixing their make up and chatting about the rest of the evening... you know... how we're going to split up... who's going to go where. That sort of thing."

"What do you think of Tamara? She meet your expectations?"

"Hell yes! You've got an incredibly beautiful wife, Jim. Is she Ok with you having sex with Paula so much this last month?"

"Oh yeah. That's no problem. When I couldn't stand being in New York City any longer, and told Tamara what I wanted to do, she couldn't accept living on islands in the Caribbean 9 months a year. So she continues to work in New York while I work in the Caribbean. We get together about four months each year for as long as she wants to continue working in New York. Eventually, she'll join me full time. In the meantime, she has lovers in New York while I bang the girls on the islands, or when I get really lucky, someone like Paula."

"Whatever works for you," I commented. "She see many men?"

"Before you picked us up this evening, she told me that nine different men have been banging her the last several months."

Jim finished his drink, and we were still waiting on our wives. After 20 minutes, Jim began to become irritated. Another five minutes passed, and we were still waiting. Now, I was getting agitated. Finally, just short of 30 minutes Paula and Tamara came walking back from the direction of the ladies' room.

"Sorry, guys," Tamara said. "Paula and I got to discussing what the three of you have been doing for the last four weeks and the time got away from us. You two ready to go?"

"We've been ready for almost a half hour," Jim said, obviously irritated.

When we out in front, I gave the valet our parking ticket and the same two boys who had opened the doors for our wives two hours earlier were right there to do it again. Once more, Paula and Tamara rewarded their efforts with an even better pussy show than the one the boys had previously enjoyed.

As I pulled out of the parking with Tamara again pressing against me and Paula sitting on Jim's lap in the back seat, Tamara said, Paula and I have decided that we're all spending the night at your place, Gordon. You guys ok with that?"

Of course, neither of us objected.

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Before I reached the freeway, we heard my wife moaning in the back seat.

"What are they doing?" I whispered in Tamara's ear.

"Just what you think."

"I know. Tell me. Details."

"Jim has her blouse off. He working on her nipples... pulling, twisting, sucking. She looks like she may cum just from that."

When Paula's moans grew louder I told Tamara that her nipples had always been very sensitive. "They seem to directly connected to her pussy."

"So are mine, Lover. She's raising up now so Jim can get her skirt off." Reaching over, Tamara unzipped my pants.

"Be careful, Tamara. I love that, but we don't want to have a wreck."

"I know. I just want to keep track of how hard my stud is... love thinking about this big, thick thing that I'm going to be getting."

My wife's moans changed to soft grunts. "He's got her naked now... working on her pussy ... I think he's rubbing her clit and finger fucking her at the same time. MMMmmmmmm... love that... you just got bigger, Gordon... and harder... much harder!"

"Paula's leaning back now, Darling. Jim's got two fingers up her hot cunt. You should see how wet she is! She's just gushing. Gonna have to send Jim's pants to the cleaners."

"That certainly didn't take long. Usually takes longer to get her that hot."

"What did you expect, Gordon? You guys have been working on us all evening... no panties... no bra. I can tell you, my pussy is creaming right now and I don't have a stud working on me like your wife does."

"What are they doing now?"

"She's taking off his pants and briefs. Oh Shit! Jim's cock is like a big fucking iron log. She's got him hot, Honey. I mean really hot!"

"What did you expect, Tamara? You girls have been working on us all evening... flashing your naked cunts and tits. Of course he's hard as iron. So am I."

"I know, Baby, I know. Oh hell, do I ever know!"

"She's mounting him now, Honey. Facing us. OH FUCK! I can see Jim's big cock getting into her."

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

"He's got it in!"

"I know. I heard my wife groan when he put it in."

"She's sinking down on it... HE'S IN HER, GORDON... Jim's got all ten inches of cock up her cunt!" Tamara hissed, her own passion about to explode from watching the erotic sight.

She gasped when it went in......she screamed when it filled her.
I was fast approaching a slower semi rig. Tamara shuddered against me. "Pull along side of that truck, Gordon, and then stay there. Let him see Jim fucking her!"

"We don't want him having a wreck either, Tamara."

"Ok. But pull alongside long enough for him to see your wife getting fucked."

I did what she asked and for the next couple of minutes, I stayed slightly ahead of the truck so when he looked in our direction, he would be staring directly into the back seat where Jim was ramming his cock up into Paula's wide open cunt. When the trucker gave Jim and Paula several blasts from his horn, we exchanged thumbs-ups gestures, and I pulled ahead of the truck. Even so, he could see my wife's upper body bouncing up and down through the rear window.

The truck driver watched as Paula's cunt was filled by the big cock again and again.
As we moved out of sight, Tamara and I listened to my wife wailing as her pussy throbbed around Jim's big prick:

"Oh yeah... oh yeah... OH YEAH! FUCK IT, JIM! FUCK IT, STUD! I'm cumminggg... cummingg... aaaaahhh... aaahhhh... aaahhh... ooouuuuu!"

As soon as I pulled into our garage, Tamara was pulling me out of the car. She had me in the guest bedroom before I even heard the utility room door close behind Jim and my wife.

"Hurry... Oh PLEASE! HURRY! I can't wait any longer. Get naked, Gordon. Get naked and get on me!" Tamara howled. As I stripped as rapidly as possible, she was already on the bed with her big tits sticking out the top of her dress, which was up around her waist. She was spread wide open, her hips hunching wildly in hot fuck motions.

As soon as I had my clothes off, I dived between her thighs and thrust my tongue into her gaping cunt.

Tamara's cunt exploded on my mouth drenching my face and the bedcovers.
"AAAOOOOWWWWWWW... AAHHHHHHH!" came Tamara's screams of ecstasy. Her clit and pussy both exploded under my tongue in less than minute. Her contractions were so hard that her juices were propelled out of her drenching my face and making a huge wet spot on the bedcover.

I sucked her dancing clitoris deep inside my mouth and flicked it hard and fast with the tip of my tongue. Tamara came again, just as hard as the first time. Her screams seemed even louder.

When I continued to tongue stroke her clitoris and probe inside her vagina for her G-spot, she tried to push me away. "Stop... oh gawd... stop... too intense... TOO INTENSE... aahhhhhh... shit! stop... let me rest... AAAAHHHHHHHHH... STOP! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEE... UUNNGHHHHH!!"

Naturally, I paid no attention to the howling female. Instead, my fingers found her G-spot on the upper wall her of vagina right behind her clit. With a finger on either side of it, and my tongue circling and lashing her pulsing clitoris, I rapidly worked Tamara toward another intense climax.

She alternated between screaming in hot passion with begging me to stop... that I was killing her... then more screams as her cunt erupted again. When her orgasms were coming one on top of another, she lost bladder control, her vagina whooshed air, and she groaned, "Please... fuck it into me... stick your cock in me, Gordon... I need to be fucked... AAAHHHHHHHH.... AAAOOOWWWWEEEE... FUCKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEE...!!"

Rising up and moving between Tamara's wide open thighs, I gave her what she wanted. She grunted when my thick shaft stretched her open and started in.

"Ooohhh SHIT! You're just fucking huge! DAMN! I don't think I've ever had a cock this thick in me... go slow... Gordon... please... don't tear me... go slow."

I certainly did not want to hurt Jim's wife so I stopped and let her get used to my thickness. Even so, every time I contracted my buttocks and caused my cock to expand, Tamara moaned.

I just kept flexing my cock inside Tamara's pussy. Even without moving it, she had an intense orgasm.
"Ooohhhh... I can't believe how good that feels. OOOOHHh... do me more! AAAaaahhhh... you're gonna make me cum without even pumping me. More... more... more!"

I kept it up and a minute later, Tamara was throbbing in orgasm. Her body was shuddering and continued to do so for a full minute. Then she gasped... "Now... now... NOW! FUCK IT TO ME, STUD. HARD. GIVE ME ALL OF IT!"

Ripping off her stockings, I drove all eight inches of cock into her hot hole. Tamara's eyes rolled back, her mouth opened in a silent scream, and her tongue shot out. After that, I began fucking her like a hot whore. There was no way I could last. She was just too hot. When my load began spewing deep inside her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and climaxed with me.

My cock and Tamara's cunt both exploded at the same time as we fucked wildly against each other.
We collapsed to the bed and lay there panting for 10 minutes or so. Finally, Tamara pushed herself up on one elbow, kissed me, and whispered, "That was out of this world fantastic, Gordon! You got me off at least twenty times. I think I peed all over the bed, you Bastard!"

I kissed her back and ran my hand through the crack of her ass, fingering her hole. Her hips began to slowly hunch against me. "Can you get it up again this soon?" she asked hopefully.

"Suck me and find out."

She did find out. Less than 10 minutes later, I was facing fucking 7 inches of hard, thick cock straight down into her throat. When I withdrew, I said, "Let's go to the master bedroom and join Jim and Paula. Do you like foursomes?"

Seven inches of meat fucked in and out of Tamara's throat.
"Love them! Particularly if you two guys double team us. Come on! Let's see how Jim is taking care of that hot wife of yours."

A few minutes later, Tamara and I was standing beside the bed watching Jim hammer his 10-inch cock in and an out of my wife's cunt. She had her legs up high, and he was burying the entire shaft in her on every thrust. She was grunting each time it thudded into the bottom of her vagina.

"Jim, stop fucking Paula long enough to get her mounted on Gordon with his cock up her ass. Then you get in her pussy and DP her. I can't wait to hear her howl with 18 inches of cock up her holes."

"Great idea," Jim said as he pulled out of my wife. "But I can tell you, Gordon, your wife's not gonna scream any louder than Tamara when we put 18 inches into her."

I never did figure out which one of the two women did scream and howl the loudest. Both of them screamed at the top of their lungs... first begging us to stop that they couldn't take that much cock... then as soon as their holes stretched... each woman screamed even louder for us to fuck her harder.

Paula's screams filled the bedroom as 18 inches of cock pumped her.

Tamara's screams when she had the same 18 inches in her may have been even louder. It was impossible to tell.
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Last Two Months:

For the next two months, Paula and I continued to enjoy erotic encounters with Jim and Paula. It seemed like every time we were together, something new and erotic would take place. It turned out that both women enjoyed sex while in bondage, so we ended up doing that quite a bit.

We even purchased some bondage equipment and turned our basement into a makeshift dungeon where we spent hours pleasuring the helplessly bound women. I enjoyed tying Tamara to a bondage platform with her arms pulled above her head, her legs bent and tied securely below the knee so that her calves here held tightly against her thighs. She was bound to the platform with ropes about her waist and additional ropes about her thighs so that her legs were held wide open. For good measure, I usually used a ball gag on her. It was incredibly erotic to ram 8 inches of hard cock into her gaping cunt and hear her grunt about the gag. She fought and screamed, but she loved it. It was so damn hot, I usually shot at four loads into her during the evening.

Tamara sucked when told to suck... if she didn't, she got a belt on her deliciously exposed ass.

I found it was incredibly hot to fuck a woman who had no choice but to take my cock up her wet cunt.
Jim liked to put Paula into 5-inch heels and a tight, vinyl top that covered her from waist up including her arms. There were holes cut in the top to allow her naked tits to stick out. He would bind her wrists together, pull them up behind her back, and attach them to the ceiling. He generally ball gagged her just as I did Tamara.

My wife told me later that she always had intense orgasms when Jim fucked her while she was bound. I already knew that was true from seeing how hard she had cum when Jim screwed her while she was bent over and tied on his balcony.
The position was incredibly erotic. With her arms pulled up behind her back, she was forced into a bent-over posture that caused her naked ass to thrust out. She was a delicious fuck in that position. One evening, Jim told me that he had put six loads into Paula's pussy and ass while she was bound like that.

We also enjoyed erotic slave games. One day, the women would be our sex slaves. The next time, the men would be the sex slaves for the women. We quickly learned that women can be much more severe taskmasters than men.

On a couple of occasions, the women had us both locked in cock cages serving as their docile slaves watching and serving them while they enjoyed sex with a couple of visiting business men they had met at the Marriott Inn lounge while their two slaves remained silent and watched.

Eventually, we set up a sort of loose rotation to keep things varied and exciting for everyone. Usually, we would spend two or three days a week with our own spouses. The other four or five days we were together in one way or another. During the day, Jim usually had both women either at their apartment or our house. In the evenings, the two girls would see if they could exhaust me. Occasionally, we would vary the threesomes with Jim and I pleasuring either Paula or Tamara.

The fourth was never left out. If Jim was balling the two girls, I could watch, take video, and direct activities. When I was with the two women, Jim could do the same. If Jim and I were screwing either Paula or Tamara, the other woman would either watch or go out, pick up another man, and join us.

On the weekends, we were usually a foursome, dining together, playing together, and sleeping together. It was a very, very erotic couple of months.

However, all good things must eventually end. After two months, Jim had to get back to work building towers in the Caribbean and Tamara was going to join him for a month before going back to New York for a few months. We took them to the airport on a Friday evening after spending the entire day in bed together fucking in every combination we could manage.

Saturday morning, Paula and I slept late. It was almost 10 AM before I felt Paula's hand caressing my cock.

"Good morning, Sleepy Head. I've been working on you for 10 minutes with no response. It's about time you woke up and took care of your horny wife."

"My pleasure," I said as I moved between her thighs and ran my tongue up the length of her wet and ready slit. She moaned and then began to hunch when I zeroed-in on her swollen clitoris.

"Oh yeah, Honey. Like that... MMMmmmmmmmm... Ooohhh fuck! You are fantastic." Her thighs locked around me. "God... I'm almost ready to cum... god... two minutes of you and I'm on the verge. I slowed down to prolong her pleasure.

"Bastard," she said with a husky laugh. "You know, I loved having Jim and Tamara here for three months, but I'm really glad to have you to myself again. I was getting sort of pissed off having to share you with Tamara."

"But you had Jim and his 10-inch cock."

"Yeah, I did. And he's really good, but, you know, you're better... ooohhhh lick meeeeeeeeeeee.... aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.... you're much better!"

I brought her right to the edge. She was howling and screaming that she was going to cum. Again, I slowed down.

"Oohhh please. Do me now, Baby. I need to cum. Don't torture me. Let me cum and then fuck me with that magic cock of yours. PLEASE!"

"Not until you answer a question I've waited two months to ask. I didn't want to be a wet blanket when Jim and Tamara were here."

Paula couldn't keep her hips still as she tried desperately to pull my tongue back onto her throbbing clitoris. "Please, Honey. Just lick me a few more times. I'm ssooooooooooo close. Please. Make your hot wife's cunt explode, Darling."

"Not until you answer my question."

"Oh god... what is it?"

"That first night at Richard's Club when you and Tamara were gone for over a half hour. Tamara said you were talking about what you, Jim, and I had been doing for the month before she arrived. First question: Was that the truth?"

"No. You knew it wasn't. Now I've told you. Please, Baby. Let me cum. Then fuck it into meeeeeeee."

"Not until you tell me exactly what happened."

"Oohhh shit... We never went to the ladies room. Those four men who had been staring at our naked pussies all evening followed us... as we knew they would. As soon as we were out of sight of you guys, they led us to one of the back rooms and locked the door. All four of them fucked us."

"You didn't have enough time for that."

"No, we didn't. I took on two of them; Tamara did the other two. Now... please... I need to cum and then I need cock!"

"How?"

"The four guys put us on our knees in doggy position on a couch... side-by-side. With no panties or bras on, all they had to do was take off our dresses and we were naked. Tamara told them that our husbands were waiting and they only had 20 minutes... 10 minutes each. She said if the first guy finished before 10 minutes, the second guy could use the remainder of his time plus his 10 minutes."

It was slutty and hot, I came as soon as I felt the guy's cock pushing into me.
"Did that happen?"

"Yeah. The first guy in me shot off in about 8 minutes. The second guy used his remaining time. After they all finished, we went to the ladies room, cleaned up, and came back to our table. Please... are you going to finish me? Or are you so mad, you're going to punish me by not letting me cum?"

"I'm absolutely furious! So damn mad that I'm spend the next two hours fucking every one of your slutty holes."

I shoved my tongue back into Paula's throbbing pussy, and her cunt erupted in a huge orgasm in less than a minute. It was well past noon before we were exhausted, particularly me. I had cum three times and Paula more than either of us could count.

We were still locked in each other's arms, our organs still joined, as we panted in the hot aftermath of our lovemaking. Pulling her face to mine, I kissed my wife gently sliding my tongue across her lips before pulling back.

"I love you, Paula. More than I can ever express."

"You hot Stud! I love you too! And I'm absolutely a total slave to your cock."

"Think we'll see Jim and Tamara again?"

"I certainly hope so."

"I thought you just said you're a total slave to my cock?"

"I am, Darling, I am, but a girl can't turn down an extra two inches."

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