2007-08-31

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

Turning the Tables
by RLM

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These were the wives Walter and Neil had.

These were the wives Walter and Neil wanted.
The question was how to make this happen.

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Neil and Walter:

Walter Bradon checked his watch and saw that he had already allowed the chocolate cake to cook four minutes too long. Quickly, he shut off the power mower and raced back into the kitchen. "God! If I've burnt the cake, there'll be hell to pay," he thought. Grabbing the hot pad holder, he frantically lowered the oven door and pulled out the rack holding the cake. The sides were pulled away from the pan a fraction too much, but he thought it would be fine, although Margo's taste buds were very sensitive. She might very well figure out that he hadn't watched the time carefully enough.

Walter put the potatoes in with the pot roast and added the carrots and onions. Setting the oven at 325 F, he put the roast onto to cook. Once dinner was cooking, he headed back outside to finish mowing the yard. Margo had told him to be certain to trim the hedges and weed the flower beds, but there wasn't enough daylight left to finish. "Those jobs will just have wait until tomorrow," Walter thought to himself.

He needed to get back into the house in time to shower, put on fresh clothes, and pick up the kids from their after school activities before Margo returned from her book club meeting. She and Lynda Cantrell were charter members of the club. Walter couldn't remember a time when the two of them had failed to attend a meeting. Both Margo and Lynda were also officers in the PTA and both were avid bridge players. The two of them played as partners twice a week in local games and once a month or so would drive to a sectional or regional tournament, usually spending two to four days playing in a variety of events.

After collecting Jack at track practice and Susan from her swim team practice, Walter had just gotten back into the kitchen to take out the pot roast when his wife came into the house. "Hi, Walt. Is dinner ready? Need me to set the table?"

"Yeah, that would help. I'm just putting the frosting on the cake. Pot roast is done. Jack and Susan are getting dressed."

"I see you mowed the yard. It certainly needed it. God... why do you let it go so long without mowing, Walter? And look at the hedges. You didn't trim even one of them."

"I ran out of daylight, Margo. I'll do them tomorrow after work. Dinner's ready. Want me to call the kids or do want to look in on them?"

"I hope so. Those hedges don't look very good. You call the kids. I'll put the food on the table."

As Walter had expected, Margo looked up as soon as she took the first bite of her dessert and said, "I think you left the cake in the oven too long. It's a bit on the dry side."

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear the timer go off."

"I think it tastes great, Dad," Susan said, and Jack nodded his agreement. They both asked for second helpings.

Later that evening, after Jack and Susan had gone to their rooms to do their homework and give their parents some time alone, Walter leaned over the back of Margo's chair where she was reading the latest selection of the book club. Moving his head into the crook of her neck, he kissed her softly as his hands moved about her body and cupped her large breasts. At 37, Margo was still a strikingly beautiful and sexy woman. Her firm breasts easily filled his hands. "Can we make love tonight?" he whispered in her ear.

Pushing his hands away, Margo sat up in the chair and turned to face her husband. "What day is it? Unless I'm going senile, I don't believe it's either the second or fourth Saturday of the month, is it?"

"No, it's not. But you look so desirable tonight. Why can't we sometimes have sex on nights other than the second or fourth Saturday?"

"What I want to know," his wife replied, "is why we have to have this same discussion over and over? I've explained that I really don't enjoy sex all that much. It's natural for a couple to taper off. Twice a month is fine. Now be a dear and bring me a cup of coffee. You know how much I like to sip coffee while I read."

"We don't just taper off, Margo. You've practically reduced our sex life to zero."

"It's not zero yet, but if you keep harassing me over this, it soon will be, Walter. Now, please bring me a cup of coffee. I don't want to discuss this any longer. Oh, by the way, the grocery list of things you need to pick up before coming home to do the hedges tomorrow afternoon is on the dining room table."

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Earlier that afternoon, Neil Cantrell was running the vacuum cleaner over the carpets in his home while his wife, Lynda, was at the book club meeting with Walter's wife. As soon as he finished cleaning the carpets, he got busy dusting all the furniture. He was rushing because he still had to get the casserole into cook and pick up Mark on the soccer field and Doris from her art class.

Neil was not a happy camper. As he dusted the dining room table, he was talking aloud to himself. "Why in the hell do I have to do all the cleaning and cooking as well as taking care of the yard and go to work everyday to earn the $150,000 per year that lets us live in this near mansion and lets my wife go to book club and PTA meetings and play bridge all the time? And every fucking damn time I want to screw her, she's not in the mood, or has a headache, or bitches that all I care about is her pussy."

Lynda was only 35, supposedly in her sexual prime, but she limited sex to once or twice a month. A year previously, Neil had concluded that his wife must be getting laid on the side. To find out, he had retained one of the best detective agencies in the city to find out. They had shadowed her, put bugs in her car while Neil had hidden one in her handbag, followed her when she went to bridge tournaments but had found nothing. Their report, which had cost Neil almost $6,000, stated that it was highly unlikely that Lynda Cantrell was seeing a lover.

Instead of being happy about the result, Neil was distressed. If some guy had been fucking his wife regularly, at least he would know that she wasn't frigid. As it was, it seemed to Neil that things could only get worst as they got older. He wasn't sure he could stand this much longer.

That evening after dinner, while he was trying to get up the nerve to ask his wife for sex, she said, "Oh. I almost forgot to tell you that Margo and I will going to a sectional bridge tournament this weekend. We're leaving Friday afternoon and will come back late Sunday night. So you're in charge of the house and the kids. Don't forget to pick up the cleaning and please fix that damn screen door on the patio. It hasn't shut properly since Mark broke it two weeks ago."

In disgust, Neil replied, "Ok. I'll take care of the house and the kids, pick up the cleaning, and fix the screen door while you and Margo enjoy yourselves at the bridge tournament. Now, I'd like to fuck you tonight. How about it?"

"If there was a chance that I would have sex with you tonight, it just vanished when you talked to me like I'm a whore at your disposal."

"Bull Shit! You would have said 'no' like you always do no matter how I ask."

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Neil and Walter had been friends for years. Neil was a vice-president with a hi-tech company that sold all lines of electronic, audio, video, and computer equipment. Walter was a top-of-the-line computer programmer. He was also a top professional in designing and operating electronic equipment. Both men made annual incomes in excess of $140,000, and both were astute investors so that their tax returns showed taxable incomes of over $200,000. Considering how hard they both worked, none of this was particularly surprising.

That evening, Neil stepped outside and called Walter on his cell phone.

"Hi, Walter. Neil here. Can you talk or is your jailer watching?"

"Margo's got her nose buried in a book. I just asked her for sex 30 minutes ago, and her response was to order me to bring her cup of coffee, remember to do the grocery shopping tomorrow, and trim the hedges."

"Same story here. My orders were to pick up the cleaning and fix the screen door. You know, we're nice looking men even if I do say it myself. Neither of us drink, smoke, take drugs, chase women. We take good care of our children, work our butts off, provide huge incomes for our families, but we both get laid less than high school boys."

"Yeah... tell me about it. Actually, I think it's a lot less than most high school boys. I'm pretty certain that Jack is fucking his girlfriend now. He's certainly getting a lot more than I am."

"You know, it's not natural for women in their mid-30s not to have sex any more than our wives do. Do you think that Margo is cheating on you?"

"I thought so for a long time. But then you hired that detective agency who did every thing under the sun to catch Lynda getting fucked by some guy and they found nothing. I haven't hired a detective agency, but I have followed Margo a lot of times and found nothing suspicious. I don't think she got a lover, but I do agree that it doesn't seem natural. Maybe they're both getting off on vibrators."

"Maybe they're doing each other. Even think about that possibility?"

"No. I haven't, but you know, that just may be what's going on. They're together all the time, and no one thinks anything about two women doing things together."

"Has Margo told you about the sectional bridge tournament she and Lynda are going to this weekend?"

"Yeah. She told me tonight."

"Well, the reason I called you, Walter, is because of that tournament. They'll be gone from Friday afternoon until late Sunday night. I have a rather devious, wild plan that I would like to discuss with you tomorrow over lunch. Can you get free for an extended lunch?"

"Sure. Not a problem. What's the plan?"

"Well, it involves the use of our professional abilities, and it's based on the assumption that Margo and Lynda are normally sexed women who are just getting their needs taken care of by something other than our cocks. If that's true, we might be able to completely reverse our sexual situations. Sound interesting?"

"Do fish live in the ocean? Hell yes, it sounds interesting!"

"Great. Talk you tomorrow. Let's meet at Carl's Bistro at noon. I'll reserve a private room for us."

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Margo and Lynda:

After Walter and Neil had left for work, and their kids were in school, Margo and Lynda were enjoying bloody marys at the Yellow Oak Country Club, where the two families were both members.

"Well, did your organo-servo mechanism get the lawn mowed and the hedges trimmed yesterday, Margo?" Lynda asked with a laugh.

"My what?"

"Your organo-servo mechanism. You know, your hard working, nose-to-the-grindstone hubby who keeps taking 'no' for an answer every time he begs for sex."

Neither woman could suppress her laughter. "You're a fine one to talk, Lynda. At least I let Walter put his penis in me twice a month. How long have you kept Neil celibate this time?"

"It's almost three weeks now. I'm going to see if I can make it a month before I let him have some. Did Walter gripe about the bridge tournament this weekend?"

"No. I've got him too well trained for that. Did Neil?"

"In a way. He got really pissed and had the nerve to ask if he could fuck me."

"Fuck you? He actually asked you to fuck?"

"Yeah. I just told him if he ever used that word to me again, it would be six months before he got any sex from me."

"I'm really looking forward to this weekend, Lynda. Are you?"

"Oh yes... a lot!" Both women began to giggle.

"You know there are a lot of attractive studs at these bridge tournaments. Maybe we should try some? What do you think?"

"Too many other women watching us. A lot of them know Neil and Walter. Too big of a risk. You remember about a year ago when Neil hired that detective agency to check up on me, don't you? I had to be on my best behavior for weeks and weeks until they finally reported to Neil that his wife was pristine pure."

"Yeah, you're right. It is a big risk... but it would be so much fun!" Both women grinned. "How did you find out about the detective agency?"

"Our good friend Marge Larsen is fucking one of operatives at that detective agency. He mentioned it one night when they were in bed screwing trying to get some inside information about who might be banging me. Naturally, she told him nothing, but she did alert me as to what was going on."

"That was a lucky break for sure."

"It was, and that's why we have to be careful about fucking guys at the bridge tournament."

Margo was now staring at Lynda's thighs that were exposed by her short skirt. Lynda noticed and grinned, "Do you like my thighs?"

Lynda's short skirt, which she never wore for her husband, showed off a generous expanse of her sexy thighs.

"MMmmmmm... They look delicious. So do those big tits of yours that you're showing off with two buttons undone. How long has it been since you treated Neil to such an erotic sight?"

"Oh hell. I don't remember the last time. Maybe two... three years ago. And how about you? Over half of your tits are showing when you lean over the table like that. Are you wearing a bra, you hot Bitch?"

Margo's big tits were almost falling out of her sweater.

"Yeah... It's pretty low-cut though. Too many women we know are here to let me go braless. You're wearing a bra too, aren't you?"

"Yeah, for exactly that reason. This weekend will be different though."

"Oh I hope so!"

"Bet on it!"

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The Plan:

At 12:00 sharp, Neil and Walter took seats in the private dining room Neil had reserved for their use at Carl's Bistro. After placing their drink and food orders, Walter said, "Ok. Give. You've had me brimming over with curiosity ever since you called last night. What do you have in mind?"

"My idea... plan... whatever you want to call it has several phases. I guess that's because I'm in the management end of the hi-tech business. Every thing has to come equipped with a business plan. You Ok with that?"

Walter laughed. "Not really, but what the hell. The end justifies the means in this case. If your plan can even begin to make a difference in our situations, I say we go for it. Give me the details."

"Ok. Phase 1 involves acquisition, installation, and timing. Here's a list of the equipment we're going to need along with diagrams about how and where it is all to be connected. A lot of these items, I can borrow long-term using my perks as VP. A few of them, we will have to purchase... 50-50 split of the cost between us. Once we have every thing, it has be installed, connected, and computerized. That's were you come in. Look over these diagrams and specs and tell me honestly if you can handle this job alone."

For the next 20 minutes, Walter scanned the diagrams while making a few calculations. Neil relaxed with his beer and corned beef on rye sandwich. After 20 minutes, Walter pushed the diagrams back toward Neil and attacked his beer and Ruben sandwich.

"Well, can you do it?" Neil asked hopefully.

"Piece of cake, Man. Piece of cake. Is that it for Phase 1?"

"Except for the timing. We need to get this done this weekend while Margo and Lynda are at the bridge tournament. So we're on a tight schedule with respect to acquisition and installation. The computer interfacing can be done later."

"More than enough time. Not a problem. What's Phase 2?"

"School's over in two weeks. We need to arrange to send our kids to camp for three weeks starting ASAP after school ends and all the camps must coincide."

"That's harder, but doable. That it for Phase 2?"

"No, but that's the hard part. The last part is arranging for our week-long trip to the Hi-Tech convention in St. Louis so that it coincides with the kid's camping trips."

"How we do that? What convention?"

"We invent one. Leave that to me. Can you get off work for a full week?"

"Sure. When?"

"Won't know until we arrange for the kids to go to camp."

"Ok. Sounds intriguing and somewhat elaborate... but what the hell... I like elaborate. Next?"

"Next comes Phase III. We're both going to give our wives the gift they've been begging and pleading for since last Christmas. And we're going to give it to them at the same time."

"And let me guess," Walter interrupted. "That time just happens to coincide with camp for the kids and our "convention trip" to St. Louis... right?"

"Give that man a cigar! He's a fucking genius!" Neil laughed.

"Well... I may be a genius... but a fucking genius I'm not... at least not with Margo limiting my practice time to once or twice a month."

"That, my very good friend, is going to end and end very soon. Just have some faith."

"I may as well have some faith and hope cause I'm certainly not getting any loving. Anyway, I understand how Phases I and II might help us, but I don't see how giving our wives expensive gifts is going to do much other than reduce our bank accounts."

"That's because I haven't explained Phase IV to you yet."

"What's Phase IV?"

"Phase IV is the truth that's going to set us free."

"What??"

Twenty minutes later, after a thorough explanation of Phase IV, Walter was all smiles. "Oh Man! I can't wait to see how this plays out. If I ever criticize management again for all their plans, please just give me a swift kick in the butt."

"You got it, Good Buddy," Neil said with a laugh.

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The Set Up:

By the time Margo and Lynda were on their way to the bridge tournament, Neil had secured all the required equipment and that same afternoon, Walter began the installation and connections. By late Saturday evening, the job was complete. Sunday was spent testing and checking. It was 3 PM, Sunday, when Neil and Walter declared the entire system to be ready. Phase 1 was complete.

Lynda and Margo got home around 11 PM Sunday evening after playing in the Swiss Teams event Sunday Afternoon and evening. When Margo came in, Walter rose to greet her. He intended to take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, but his efforts were blunted when Margo offered her cheek for the kiss rather than her lips. Walter grimaced but said nothing.

"How was the trip? Did you do well at bridge?" he asked.

"The trip was tiring, but we did well... won one event and placed second in another."

"Wow. That's not easy to do. Did you have any fun other than the bridge?"

As she walked to the bedroom with her suitcase, she said, "We were too exhausted after the intensity of the bridge competition to anything other than eat and sleep." When she was safely out of sight in the bedroom, she grinned to herself mentally counting up the number of orgasms she had had on the trip. When her count reached 15, she just shrugged and quit trying to count up the rest of her climaxes. She wondered if Walter had at least jacked off once. She doubted it.

Several blocks down the street, Lynda was answering the same questions from Neil. There were a few variations but not many. "We managed to work in one shopping trip Saturday morning, but for the most part, we just ate, slept, and played bridge."

Still probing, Neil said, "I'm surprised. I thought you girls would at least take the opportunity to cat around a little one evening... you know... go to a lounge, have a drink, flirt with some guys... just harmless fun."

Lynda's reply was icy. "Men do that sort of degraded thing. Respectable women don't!"

Like Margo, Lynda was grinning to herself when she carried her suitcase to the bedroom. Unlike Margo, Lynda didn't bother to try to count the number of times she had cum over the weekend... there were just too many to count. She did, however, remember one particular time when she had squirted several feet into the air she had climaxed so hard. Finally, again like Margo, she wondered how many times Neil had masturbated. Her guess was also zero.

Lynda's pussy throbbed when she remembered how hard she had squirted in their hotel room during the bridge tournament.

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Phase 2 was not nearly as difficult as both Neil and Walter had feared it would be. The kids were all wildly enthusiastic about going off to camp for three weeks. In their view, it was three weeks of freedom from constant parental supervision. Since Walter and Neil did most of the work of driving the kids to and from their activities and doing the cooking for them, it really didn't matter too much to either Margo or Lynda that the children would be gone for three weeks.

Their attitude changed completely, however, when they learned that their husbands had a full week Hi-Tech convention in St. Louis during the first week of the children's camping vacation. Realizing that they would be completely free for an entire week, both women had trouble suppressing their grins.

Walter waited several minutes before setting the hook. "You know, we have to be honest with you. Neil and I are very worried about leaving the two of you all alone for a week. A lot of people know we're going to be in St. Louis, and some of those people aren't very trustworthy. It would be a lot safer if the two of you were together. Would you mind terribly staying together while we're gone? You could alternate houses each night so you could keep both homes clean and running well. It would really make us feel a lot more comfortable. Would that be an acceptable arrangement?"

Margo and Lynda were now totally unable to suppress their grins. "That wouldn't be much of a problem at all, Walter. I wouldn't mind. How about you Lynda?"

"I think we could manage that for a week if it would make the two of you feel better. Consider it done," she replied.

Both men broke into smiles. "Great. We were worried neither of you would like the idea," Neil commented. "That makes us feel a lot better."

When the two couples left the restaurant, not only could neither woman keep the grin off her face, neither could suppress the moisture flowing from her vagina nor do anything about the fact that her panties were rapidly becoming soaked.

In the darkness of the parking lot, unseen by either woman, the two men exchanged high-fives over the successful completion of Phase 2.

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A week before the kids left for camp and the guys for St. Louis, Neil called Walter on his cell. When Walter picked up, he heard only two sentences before Neil broke the connection.

"We're Go for Phase 3 tomorrow evening. I'll make the announcement."

Before Walter left for work the next day, Margo stopped him. "Don't cook dinner tonight, Walt. We're going over to the Cantrell's for dinner between 6:30 and 7:00 PM. So you should plenty of time to pick up Jack and Susan at school, shampoo the carpets, and wash the clothes. They're all in the two clothes hampers in the utility room, as usual. I'll see you around 6:15 PM. The PTA meeting should be over by that time."

"Margo?"

"Yes? What is it? Aren't the instructions clear?"

"Very clear, Dear. I just wanted to remind you that tomorrow is the fourth Saturday of the month. Can we have sex?"

"Well, I guess we should. That is the schedule. I would like to get to sleep by 10:30 PM... so let's schedule it for 10:10 PM. That should be more than enough time. See you tonight. Don't forget the kids, the carpets, and the washing."

That evening, Walter just barely managed to finish the washing in time to give himself 10 minutes to shower and change clothes before his 6:30 PM deadline was reached. At 6:33 PM, he hurried into their den. Margo was waiting... tapping her foot. "You're late... as usual. You need to have more discipline, Walter. If you would pay some attention to properly planning your work schedule, you wouldn't keep messing up like this. Let's go. The Cantrells are waiting for us."

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Dinner was baked potatoes, salad, seasoned fresh green beans, and New York strip steaks, all of which Neil had prepared. Walter had brought two bottles of red wine. As Neil was minding the steaks on the charcoal broiler on the patio, Walter stood close by.

"I'll make the announcement right after dinner. Are you ready? Every thing clear?"

"Crystal, Neil. Crystal."

Dinner was superb. Afterwards, the two couples gathered in the den. The two husbands winked at each other as Phase 3 was put into action.

"Walter and I have a surprise for our two beautiful wives. We flipped a coin and I won. So I get to tell you about it. Are you ready?"

Both Margo and Lynda were clearly surprised and curious. "Sure. What's the surprise?"

"Well, you know that Walter and I regret having to leave the two of you alone for a full week so we talked about what we could do to sort of make it up to each of you. You've both been asking for new cabinets and a complete kitchen make over ever since last fall. So, Walter and I have arranged that for each of you."

Both women were clearly surprised and the big smiles on their faces showed they were both highly pleased.

Neil continued. "So, this next week, the two of you should go to "David's House of Beauty" and select the tile and slate that you would like to have for the counter tops. You also need to decide how large a butcher block you want and where you want to have it installed. You will need to pick out the material for this as well... tile, granite, slate... whatever... it's your choice. While the counter tops are being done and the butcher blocks installed, all the cabinets will be refinished and new ones built according to your instructions. If you want a different type of wood, you will need to make those selections as well."

The two women were now glowing and both were aghast at the wonderful present their husbands had arranged.

"Finally, the installation will take place while we're in St. Louis and the two of you are together. Walter and I have already given specific instructions to David that all specifics of the material, design, etc. are in your hands. You just need to decide exactly what you want, and the workmen will build and install it to your specifications. They're going to start on Monday at Margo and Walt's and will move over here as soon as they're done... probably Wednesday. So, plan to spend Monday and Tuesday over there and then later in the week here. Any questions? Oh by the way, the cost is of no concern. Get what you like."

"That's really wonderful, Neil," Lynda said with a smile, "but next time, don't keep us waiting for seven months. That's not very considerate of you and Walter."

"We know that," Walter interjected. "We should have done it sooner, but better late than never. We hope the two of you have a great time this coming week. We want you both to enjoy every minute of it."

As the couples were parting later that evening, Lynda and Margo were whispering to each other about the coming week. It was obvious to their husbands that both women were wildly excited. Off to the side, Walter made only one terse comment to his friend. "Phase 4 starts a week from tomorrow!" Neil nodded in confirmation.

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Phase 4: First Two Days:

Early Saturday morning, Neil pulled his car into Walter's driveway and waited. Inside, Walter said, "Well, we're off. Wish us luck at the convention. I'll have my cell phone with me all the time. Call if there's any problem. Promise."

"I promise. Stop worrying. Lynda will be over in an hour or so and we'll be together looking out for each other all the time you and Neil are gone. We'll be fine."

"I know you will. How about a kiss for good luck?"

Margo felt it was the least she could do considering the plans she and Lynda had for the coming week. She moved into her husband's arms and, much to Walter's surprise, gave him a deep, passionate kiss with her tongue working inside his mouth the entire time..

"Oh god! I loved that!"

Margo squeezed his rapidly rising cock, and grinned. "Looks like it. It certainly doesn't take much to get you hard, Walter."

"You call that kiss nothing? I think was fantastic."

"Well, keep it hard for me, Honey. You can use it when you come home."

"I'll hold you to that," he grinned.

"It would be more fun for both of us if you held me on it, rather than just to it."

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As Neil backed out of the driveway, he said, "She got you hard before you left, didn't she?"

"Yeah, but how did you know?"

"Simple. Lynda did the same thing to me. I think they planned it. You know... send us on our way with hard-ons. Just another form of torture our wives dreamed up."

"Shit!"

"Yeah. That's what I said too."

Neil drove directly to the freeway ramp that would take them to the airport. Entering the ramp, he continued on the freeway to the next exit where he left the freeway. Using only back streets, Neil drove to the Motel 8 that was about a third of a mile from their homes. They had registered on Friday afternoon during their lunch hour so all they had to do was park the car by their adjoining rooms, which were at the back of the motel. Neil backed the car into their parking space so that the license plate would not be easily visible.

After parking, they carried their luggage into their adjoining rooms which were equipped with kitchen facilities. After unpacking and hanging up the clothes they would be using for the next week, and meeting in one of the sitting rooms, neither of them could resist laughing.

"Come on, Neil. Let's fire up the system and settle in for what may be the most important week of our adult lives."

"You're the tech man, Walt. I'm not touching any dials or buttons unless you tell me to."

"It's not hard. Before the week is over, you'll be as adept at working the system as I am. But I will take care of things until you're comfortable with it. Shall we?"

"Oh fuck Yes! I can't wait."

Three tables had been pushed together to provide space for the audio and video recorders, two CD burners, the two computers that operated the systems, and two large monitors so that each man would have a great view without having to look over the other man's shoulder. Two monitors also meant that the input from two cameras could be viewed simultaneously. In addition, Walter had set up the system software to permit split screen viewing so that four cameras could be viewed at the same time. The two high-frequency transceivers that sent the signals to the units located in their homes and received the input from them were ready and waiting on a fourth table. With an effective range of 1000 yards, the motel's location was well within range of both homes.

In front of the tables was a large bulletin board the men had purchased at Staples. Attached to the board were floor plans of every room in their homes. Each floor plan was carefully labeled and color-coded to show the hidden units Walter had installed in nearly every room of their homes while their wives were at the bridge tournament. Audio units were blue and labeled with sequential, upper case letters, A, B, C, D, etc. The video cameras were coded in red with numbers, 1, 2, 3, ... and so on. Both the directional microphones of the audio units and the high-resolution video cameras were mounted on turrets, each powered by a small, soundproofed motor for directional control. Two joy sticks controlled the motion of the turrets as well as the zoom and focus controls of the video cameras.

By simply entering the proper code at the computer terminal, joy stick control was transferred to the corresponding audio or video unit. Thus, if Walter wished to zoom in on the bed in the master bedroom of his home, he simply entered R7, R for "red" and "7" for the video unit positioned to visually monitor activities in the vicinity of the bed. The red joy stick then controlled the direction, focus, and zoom of that camera. Camera 8 was hidden in the heating vent on the opposite side of the room. It covered the couch and two chairs in their master bedroom. Typing R8 automatically switched control to Camera 8.

"Ready?" Walter asked.

"One thing before we start. We haven't discussed it before, and we need to get it out on the table right now."

"What's that?"

"After we activate the system, it won't be too long before we will be seeing both women naked. And with those high-resolution, zoom lens, I'll be getting a fantastic view of Margo's cunt, tits, and ass. You'll be getting the same views of my wife. If... probably I should say when... they start having sex, we'll see every thing. Now, I'm going to get iron-hard erections looking at Margo and you'll get hard as hell watching Lynda. You're going to want to fuck my wife, and I'm going to be wild to fuck yours. Are we both Ok with that?"

"Frankly, I can't wait. Not only am I Ok with you wanting to fuck my wife, I hope I get to watch while you fuck the ass off the castrating bitch."

"Right On! I feel exactly the same way. Let the show begin!"

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After the men left for the airport, Margo could hardly contain her excitement. She could already feel the dampness between her thighs. Aloud, she said, "Damn. Where are you, Lynda. I'm already so fucking hot!" Reclining on the couch, Margo slipped her hand underneath her skirt and slowly rubbed her pussy through her wet panties. As she rubbed, her legs gradually spread wider.

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"Oh fuck! Did you hear that, Neil! We've been married for over 12 years, and I've never heard her say she was hot... much 'so fucking hot'. Oh shit! I'm already hard. Are you hard, Neil?"

"What the hell do you think?" came Neil gasping reply. When Walter looked over, he saw Neil staring intently at his monitor that showed a crystal clear, sharp image of Margo's skirt halfway up her thighs and her hand moving frantically over her pussy under the skirt. His cock was out, hard as iron, as he slowly stroked it while watching his friend's wife masturbate.

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Margo had to stop finger fucking her pussy when her cell phone rang. Reluctantly, she picked up. She knew from caller ID that it was Lynda.

"Where the hell are you," she moaned.

"I didn't know if they had left yet or not. I guess they have. I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Don't start without me, Honey."

"It's too late. I couldn't wait.... I was just so fucking hot. I'm already finger fucking."

"Have you already cum?"

"No... not yet."

"Don't you dare cum before I get there, you hot Slut. Are you already naked?"

"No... just have my hand under my skirt."

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When Neil and Walter saw Margo pull her hand from beneath her skirt to wait for Lynda's arrival, they both stopped jerking their cocks.

"Man, I never realized how incredibly hot this was going to be. I'm already about to cum," Neil gasped, his cock still twitching hard.

"We're gonna have to pace ourselves, Neil, or we'll collapse from exhaustion and miss some of the important action."

"You're right. How did you feel seeing me jacking off while watching your wife play with her cunt?"

"It got me hard... really hard."

"I thought it would. You want to know something just as weird."

"What?"

"I can hardly wait to see you jacking off watching my wife."

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A little over 10 minutes had elapsed before Lynda drove her car into Margo's driveway. When she entered carrying two suitcases for her anticipated three- or four-day stay before she and Margo switched to her home, she found Margo sprawled out on the couch, her hand rubbing her crotch through her dress.

"God, you really are hot for it, Margo. God, you look delicious,"

"I can't help it. I've been thinking about this for weeks now. Aren't your hot and horny?"

"Of course. I don't have anything on under this dress, and my cunt's a swamp. A fucking swamp!"

"Oh yes... what should we do first?"

"Take off your dress and mount the desk, Honey. I'll strip and take the couch facing you so you can see every thing. You spread wide so I can see you doing it. Lets get ourselves off while we watch each other. Then we go to the bedroom and see how many times we can make each other cum."

Both women almost tore their dresses as they desperately pulled at zippers and buttons in their haste to get out of their clothes. When she was naked except for her stockings and heels, Margo mounted the desk, planted her feet on its surface and spread wide open letting Lynda see her gaping opening, her swollen labia, and the moisture leaking from her hole.

Margo's cunt was swollen, open, and ready. It had Lynda's husband hard as stone as he stared directly between the image of her thighs on his screen.

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A third of a mile away, Neil was again jacking his cock madly as he stared at the naked cunt of his best friend's wife.

"Oh fuck! Look at your wife's cunt! Zoom in on Margo's cunt hole, Walter. Please!"

"Not a problem." Walter pressed a button on the red joy stick and immediately the monitors were filled full screen with the image of Margo Bradon's throbbing pussy.

Margo's cunt filled both screens.

"Oh Man! I gotta tell you," Neil moaned as he tried to stop jerking his cock so he wouldn't cum so soon. "I gotta tell you, Walter. I want to fuck your wife... I really want to sink my cock up her cunt and fuck the shit out of her. Have you gotten to see my wife's cunt yet?"

"Not yet. She's watching my wife finger fucking. But she's taking off her dress. Won't be long till we see it."

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Walter's prediction was right on target. He had hardly gotten the words out of his mouth, when Neil's sexy blonde wife dropped her dress on the floor. She was naked underneath the dress, just as she had said she was.

"Get on the couch, you hot Bitch. Spread wide and show me your pussy. Then, let's make ourselves cum and go to the bedroom. I really want to taste you."

Settling down on the couch, Lynda opened her legs and slipped her fingers onto her pussy. After dragging them up and down her sex trench several times to wet them, she slipped three fingers into her throbbing vagina all the way to the knuckles.

Now it was Walter who was jacking off furiously as he stared at Lynda's wide open cunt.

"I'm fucking my pussy, Margo."

"I know... I can see you doing it. Can you see me finger fucking mine?"

"Oh yes... do it harder.. Tell me when you're about to cum so we can get off at the same time."

"OOHHH AAAHH..AAAHHH... UGH! UGH! I'M DOING IT, LYNDA... ALMOST THERE," Margo groaned as her fingers flashed in and out of her hot hole. "Hurry, Lynda. Please hurry. I'm right on the edge!"

Lynda's hips began to thrust up off the couch as she pumped her vagina and rubbed her clitoris at the same time. "OOOHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK... I'M BEING FUCKED... BIG STUD IS FUCKING ME... WATCH HIM FUCK ME, MARGO...AAAAHHHHHHHH... DO IT NOW!!"

The vaginas of both women went into hard spastic contractions at almost the same time.

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After their orgasms, the two men washed up and Neil asked, "Shall we go out for some dinner or fix something here?"

"We're so close to home, I think we'd better stick to the motel. How does spaghetti with meat sauce, salad, garlic bread, cheesecake, and either wine, beer, or soft drinks sound?

"Sounds great. You fix the dinner tonight, and then we'll alternate."

"That will work."

"Ok. I'm going to take a quick shower and then I'll make the salad."

While Neil showered, Walter cooked the ground beef, chopped and sautéed the onions, put one jar of basil pasta sauce, one can of tomato sauce, and one can of Rotel in the pot, added the oregano, garlic, and basil seasonings and turned the fire to low to allow the sauce to simmer and the flavors to spread. He was just adding the cooked beef to the sauce when Neil called out.

"Turn off the fire and forget dinner for now, Walt. Hurry. You gotta see this!"

Following instructions, Walter hurried into the equipment room where both large monitor screens showed their wives lying in bed, side-by-side on their backs. Both women had their legs open and each was slowly rubbing her clit. At regular intervals, their fingers would dip downward and slide sensuously in and out of their hot holes. As the men watched, Lynda's ass began to undulate and then thrust upward in fuck motions. Margo was right behind her.

The sight of their sexy wives maturbating side-by-side on the bed was the hottest thing Neil and Walter had ever seen.

Neil was already fisting his cock as he watched. Walter quickly joined him. When Lynda's and Margo's asses were fucking the air as their fingers worked their clits, Walter moaned, "Oh god. Have you ever seen your wife look hotter?"

"No... never. Why the hell will they never do anything like this for us?"

Neither man had an answer.

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Inside the Bradon's master bedroom, Lynda groaned, "OOooohhh... I'm gonna cum, Margo... hard... aaahhhhh.."

Margo rolled between the hot blonde's legs and hissed, "Don't you dare cum on your fingers, Honey. Wouldn't prefer my tongue?"

"Oh YES! Please... Do me! Hurry! I'm almost there!"

Their husbands leaned closer to the monitors as Margo pressed her face into Lynda's throbbing pussy and swiped upward with her tongue.

"UUNNGGHHHH!"

"Like that?"

"OHHHHH... AAAAHHH... UUMMMMMM!" was the only reply Lynda could make she was so close to an intense orgasm.

Once more and then again, Margo's tongue moved up the entire length of Lynda's throbbing sex trench until it reached the pulsing clitoris at the top. Concentrating on the expanding and contracting knob, her tongue slashed up and down its engorged shaft. On every other trip, the tongue flicked over the tip of Lynda's clitoris. It took less than a minute.

"UUMMMMM... UUMMMMM... UUMMMMMM... oohhhhh god... sooo good. UUMMMMM... UUGGHHHH!" Juices spurted in spastic gushes from her climaxing vagina, drenching Margo's face.

As soon as Lynda regained some control, she pushed Margo onto her back and moved between her gaping thighs. Gently, she started probing Margo's wet pussy with two of her fingers while working on the moaning brunette's nipples with her other hand. In just moments, she had Margo's hips thrusting against her fingers. Unlike a man, Lynda had no trouble immediately locating the G-spot. When she began working it, violent contractions shot through Margo's belly. Her hips surged up off the bed as she babbled helplessly.

Walter's wife howled! Lynda's tongue found its way into the throbbing love hole and began pumping with rhythmic strokes, fucking her. With fingers on her G-spot and a tongue inside her cunt.. Margo was beginning to throb hard, her orgasm rising and rising... ready to explode.

Lynda stroked Margo's clitoris like a virtuoso violinist.

Lynda's tongue moved onto Margo's love button ... licking it... squeezing it between her lips... sucking it hard. Margo came... hard... juices spurting. She tried to push Lynda's head away, but Neil's wife stayed on the bursting clitoris until Margo began to scream in pleasure/pain. Finally, she stopped and let Margo's hips collapse back to the bed where she lay gasping and panting in the throes of an intense orgasm.

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When Margo and Lynda went out for dinner, Neil and Walter turned off most of the equipment except for one camera focused on the front door to let them know when their wives returned. While they waited, they enjoyed the spaghetti, cheesecase, and beer. Afterwards, they settled down to watch a game on TV.

At 7:30, the women returned. From the tone of their conversation, it was obvious they were excited. Turning off the TV, Walter fired up the system, and they settled down to watch and listen.

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"Do you think it's Ok?" Margo was saying to Lynda. "You didn't think we should at the bridge tournament."

"I know, but this is different. There were a lot of women and some men at the tournament who knew us. I would have been really risky. But this is a huge city, and we'll be on the other side of town. The chance that we'll see anyone we know is very unlikely."

"But what if we do?" Margo asked, obviously still a little worried.

"If that happens, the person seeing us will be in the same place we're at and probably doing the same thing... so it's safe. But if you're so nervous, you won't enjoy it, there's no point. We should just forget the whole thing."

"Hell no. I'm too excited to just forget it. Let's get dressed and go test the waters."

Both women laughed as they stripped off their jeans and baggy sweatshirts. A third of a mile away, the sight of them in just their bras and thongs was getting both Neil and Walter hard.

Unwittingly, Margo moved directly in front of the camera as she surveyed herself in the mirror. With her big tits about to fall out of her top and her thong pulled tightly against her pussy, Neil was going crazy. His dick was hard as stone and leaking precum.

Margo was almost posing for Neil as he pumped his cock while staring at her huge tits and thong-covered cunt.

"Oh shit, Walt. Your wife is hot! I want to fuck her so bad I can't stand it!" He moaned as he jerked his throbbing rod.

"What about your wife. Just look at her awesome ass and legs!" Walt shouted.

Lynda's panties were sunk deep into her sex trench as she bent over exposing her hot ass and tits.

Tearing his eyes away from the Margo's cunt, Neil looked at his wife, bent over, ass jutting out as one hand ran down the length of thigh and the other one squeezed her breast. "Shit. She is one hot bitch too," Neil groaned and turned his eyes back to Margo who had now taken off her top and was lying on the table.

"Maybe I should go out just like this? What do you think, Lynda? Should I?"

"Absolutely, you sexy slut. But if you do, you have to share some of the men with me, because you'll have them all."

"Oh god... that's such a hot, dirty thought."

Neil's hand was moving faster up and down his cock. "Take off the thong, Margo... take off the damn thong, you hot bitch. Show me your cunt!" he yelled at the monitor screen.

"Wanna pull her thong aside and fuck my wife?" Walter asked as Neil jacked off furiously.

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By 8:15, Margo and Lynda were dressed for a night out on the town. The plunging neckline of Margo's white top just barely covered her nipples. At least half of her tits were on display.

Margo's tits looked like they might fall out at any moment.

Lynda's dress was belted tightly around her waist. Above her waist, The plunging V-neck descended all the way to her waist totally exposing the inner half of each of the tits and all of her cleavage. Two small panels of material covered the outer portions of her tits and tied behind her neck.

One small pull on each panel of her dress and both of Lynda's tits would be exposed.

"Well, how do I look?" Lynda asked striking a seductive pose.

"Like a hot housewife on the prowl," Margo replied. "How about me?"

"Oh Honey... don't lean over or those big jugs will certainly fall out."

"Do you think we look too slutty?"

"Yeah... we do, but that's the idea, isn't it?"

"I thought we would go to the Hilton Inn's Lounge. They're having an insurance sales convention there, and you know there's going to be a lot of married men there without their wives. Those guys are safe, experienced, and horny. Sound good?"

"Yeah. Let's go before I lose my nerve."

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At the motel, Neil asked, "Shall we follow them?"

"Wish we could, but it's too risky. If either of us made the slightest slip and they saw us, the rest of the plan would be shot. I don't think we should risk it."

"You're right. Just makes me hard to think about it."

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The music was soft and slow at the Hilton Lounge, and the place was crowded. Scanning the crowd, Margo whispered, "God. There's got to be at least two men here for every woman."

"I'd say it's closer to three-to-one. Do you see a table?"

"No. They're all taken. Let's just go to the bar and have a drink. Maybe someone will invite us to share their table."

"Margo, we think alike. See anyone interesting?"

"Not more than two or three dozen men... maybe a few more than that."

"Come on. Let's see how many we can attract."

The bar was also crowded, but the men moved apart to make room for the two sexy women. Taking a seat, both wives crossed their legs making certain that they exposed a generous expanse of thigh in the process. When the bartender came over to take their orders, he was having a hard time tearing his eyes away from their almost completely exposed tits. The men standing behind them were taking advantage of their height to stare straight down into their cleavage.

With a three-to-one ratio of men to women, it only took a few minutes before men were seated on each side of Margo and Lynda with five more men crowded in behind them. With the bar in front of them, they were essentially trapped. Bodies were pressing against them from all sides and very soon, they both felt hands touching their legs, sides, and bottoms.

"Hi," one man to the side said. I'm Jim and who might to two of you be?" His hand was on Lynda's knee.

"I'm Lynda. This is my friend, Margo."

From the other side: "Hi, Margo, Lynda. I'm Lawrence. Where are the hubbies?" Lawrence's hand was slowly moving over the portion of Margo's ass that extended over the bar stool.

"They're out of town at a convention. And where might your wife be?" she responded.

"Who knows? She's back home... probably out with a guy since I'm out of town. Wives sometimes do that, you know," he said with a big grin at the two women, who both felt their faces redden.

The guy directly behind Lynda leaned forward, stared at her big tits and whispered, "God... they look delicious. Are you girls looking for a little fun tonight?" His hands were at her side, just below her tits.

The man behind Margo also leaned over, "I think yours are even bigger than your friend's... seems almost impossible, but I think they are. You both look amazing." Margo felt his erection pressing against her back.

Margo heard Lynda moaning softly to her left. Turning, she saw that the man behind her had captured both of Lynda's tits and was hefting them in his large hands while running his fingers over her hard nipples. She was so mesmerized watching her friend as she leaned her head back against the man and moaned softly that she didn't notice Lawrence opening the two buttons at the bottom of her white top.

Lynda's hands covered Jim's pressing them even harder against her tits.

When she felt the cool air on her naked tits and his hand closing over one large globe, her head snapped back in his direction, but it was far too late. His fingers were working magic on her engorged nipples as he squeezed and cupped her breast. The erotic sensations rippled through her body, descended downward, and made her vagina throb. She heard herself moan. "OOoohhhhhhh!"

Margo moaned softly when she felt Lawrence's hand squeezing her naked breast.

Almost as if they were choreographed moves, Jim lowered Lynda's dress to her waist, and Lawrence pulled off Margo's top exposing the women's breasts. Lynda leaned over allowing Jim free access while Lawrence moved behind Margo, reached around her shoulders and took possession of both of her tits.

Her pussy was throbbing as she watched Lawrence's hands take possession of her tits.

Beside her, Lynda's hand was rubbing Jim's bulge at the same time as his hand hefted her naked tit.

Lynda's pussy was dripping when she felt Jim's large cock throbbing under his jeans.

Soft moans came from both women as the men worked their tits. "I think we should take this some place more private," Lawrence suggested. "Come on, Ladies. We have a table in the back of the lounge."

The other men at the bar watched with envy as Lawrence and Jim led the two bare-breasted women back to their table. No one objected, however, as every man understood that was the way of things... the aggressive males fuck the females.

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"What do you think our wives are doing now," Walter asked. "Do you think they're being fucked?"

"Naw! No way. They're out somewhere flirting and teasing, but that's as far as it's going to go with the two of them."

"I don't know. Some men are more aggressive than we are. They might not put up with the crap our wives give us."

"Possible, but unlikely. They're out there giving men bad cases of blue balls, same as you and I have had for years."

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When Lawrence and Jim brought the women back to their table at the back of the club, they found another man waiting there. "Sam, these two lovely ladies with the huge tits are Margo and Lynda. They're husbands are at a convention, and they're out for fun."

Lawrence sat down between the two women with Sam beside Margo and Jim beside Lynda. While the cocktail waitress was taking their drink orders, Sam was squeezing, pulling, and twisting Margo's nipples while holding both of her tits. Walter's wife had her shoulders pulled back as she pressed her tits into the large male hands.

On the other side, Lynda's nipples were being sucked hard, one after the other. Lawrence took care of giving the waitress their orders while his hands were both moving beneath the table. As Lawrence's hands moved faster, the two women slide lower and lower in their seats until it was obvious that they both were sitting with their asses halfway off their seats.

By the time, the waitress returned with their drinks, Margo and Lynda were practically lying in their chairs. Both women had their eyes closed as Sam and Jim sucked their engorged nipples, and their bodies were thrusting against Lawrence's probing fingers.

"Are you finger fucking them, Honey?" The waitress asked Lawrence.

"What's it look like?"

"It looks like they're both about to cum. Listen, I don't care if the three of you fuck them right here on top the table, but the Manager told me to tell you that you've got them hot enough and that you should take them up to your hotel room. He doesn't want you guys fucking them right here in the lounge... Ok?"

"Yeah. Sure. Just bring us the tab and we'll be on our way."

When the blonde waitress returned with the bill, Margo's and Lynda's hips were arching even higher off their chair. "Have you made them cum yet, Honey?" she asked.

"Close, but not yet. When they get close, I back off and just keep them simmering."

"Oh fuck! That's hot. Do you mind if I have a look?"

"Not at all."

Looking under the table, the waitress watched as Lawrence plunged three fingers between the spread thighs of the two women. They were both thrusting their asses upward to meet every stroke. As Lawrence's thumbs worked over the two clits, both women hissed with pleasure.

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"Have you checked the monitors lately, Walt?"

"Fifteen minutes ago."

"Were our wives home yet?"

"Nope. What me to check again now?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

"No problem. I'm as nervous as you are... also excited. Even though there's nothing on the screens to watch, I've still been hard half of the evening."

"I know. Me too. What time is it now, Walt?"

"About 11:30 PM. What do you think Margo and Lynda are doing right now? I know you don't know... just make a guess."

"They're probably in a club somewhere... dancing with some guys... getting felt up... that sort of thing."

"Do you think they're giving blowjobs or jacking the men off?"

"They might be giving a hand job but I doubt they're blowing any of them. How long has it been since Margo blew you?"

"Yeah, you're right. I can't remember the last time she gave me a blowjob. It's been several years, at least. I suppose if they aren't sucking the men, they're probably not fucking them either."

"No chance. Absolutely no chance!"

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"OOOOHHHHH... OOOHHHHHHH... Oh My God! So fucking thick! AAAAHHHH... UUmmmmmm... Ah Yeah! Ah Yeah! Like that... Like that! Fuck it, Stud. Fuck it... FUCK ITTTTTTTT!!"

Jim's prick stitched in and out of Lynda's throbbing cunt. Each thrust drove her ass deeper into the couch. Her face was contorted with pleasure, her lips pulled back from her teeth, her eyes clenched shut as the cock powered into her waiting hole... raced down her cum-slickened channel stretching her as it sank deeper and deeper... until finally the big head thudded with masculine authority against her womb bringing still another hot grunt from Lynda.

"UNGGH! UNGGH! UNGGH! OH FUCK, THAT'S SO DAMN GOOD! SCREW ME FASTER, LOVER... I'M ABOUT TO CUMM!!"

Jim shoved his hands under Lynda's ass, pulled her hips higher to make her pussy a perfect target, and jammed his thick rod into her hard and deep. She grunted with female pleasure... he pulled back, causing her hips to rise in an effort to keep his shaft deep inside her cunt. When just the head was left inside her vagina, he snapped his hips forward and down into the waiting hole. The sexy blonde slut howled with pleasure as her cunt erupted in a hard orgasm.

"AAAhhhhhhhhhh... FUCK! YES... YES ... YESS... I'M THERE... OOOHHHHHH SHIT... DON'T STOP... PLEASE... KEEP FUCKING MEEEEEE... STILL CUMMINGGG!"

"I can't hold it any longer, Lynda."

"SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNN! CUM IN ME, STUD! Fill me! Cum in my cunt!"

"AAGGH... AAGGH... AAGGH... CUMMING... IN.... YOU! AAAGGHH... AAAGGHHH.. TAKE IT, BABY... TAKE MY LOAD!"

From the other side of the room: "Don't Stop, you hot Bastard. Don't your dare stop! Suck meeeeee! My clit... MY CLIT! DAMN YOU! STAY ON MY CLIT... I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMM!!" Margo screeched as her ass hunched wildly against Lawrence's mouth.

Lawrence sucked the shuddering brunette's clit hard into his mouth and lashed its shaft with his tongue. Instantly, her hole convulsed in hard, spastic contractions she surged into an intense orgasm.

"OOOHHH GOD! I'M FUCKING CUMMINGGG.... OOHHHH FUC... MMMPPFFFFFF!"

Margo wailed until Sam's cock thrust into her mouth cutting off her cries of hot rapture. The two men worked Walter's wife at both ends. Lawrence had moved his head from between her thighs but was now using both hands to pleasure her... one hand thrust two fingers rapidly in and out of her contracting vagina while the other trapped her clitoris between two fingers and jacked it like a cock.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHH UUMMMMMMMMMM!!"

Margo's muffled grunts of pleasure echoed throughout the room to mix with Lynda's renewed cries as she bounced on top of Jim. "Take it deep, Bitch. Ram your cunt down my cock, Baby. Stick me in deep!" Jim ordered causing Lynda to bounce even faster on his rigid shaft. Male grunts of satisfaction mixed with female cries and screams of delight.

Lynda was taking every inch of cock into her vagina every time she thrust her ass downward on Jim's cock.

Margo's grunts suddenly became louder as Lawrence withdrew his fingers from her pulsing hole and replaced it with his cock. The two men stretched Walter's wife out on the table and buffeted her fore and aft. Lawrence jerked her leg up onto his shoulder exposing her cock-impaled cunt completely. Slowly, he pushed his entire length into throbbing vagina.

"OOMMPPFFFFF... AAWAAGGG... OOMMPPPFFFFF!"

"Oh God, Jim. FINISH ME! FUCK ME, LOVER. PUMP MY HOT HOLE... CUMMINGGG... AAAAHHHHH.... AAAAHHHHH... CUM IN MEEEEEEEE!"

Jim gave Neil's wife what she wanted as his cock jerked in hard spasms deep inside her cunt. Each time his shaft throbbed, a thick stream of sperm-loaded semen shot deep into Lynda.

Lynda and Jim grunted together as his load filled her.

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"What time is now, Walt?" Neil asked.

"A little after 1 AM."

"Shit. Scan the rooms of both houses to see if they're there."

"Ok. I just finished checking my house. They could have gone back to yours. I'll check."

Ten minutes later, Walter said, "Nope. No one's at your place either. I hope they're all right. The way they were dressed, maybe they got mugged and raped."

"They know enough to stay in crowded lounges when they're dressed like that. I think they're all right," Neil said with conviction.

"I hope you're right. So, where are they?"

"The clubs don't close until 2 AM on Saturday nights. They're probably still dancing."

"Yeah. Dancing. That's gotta be it."

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Margo was dancing... dancing on two big cocks. She was sitting on Lawrence, who had his cock jammed deep inside her ass, while Sam held her legs high in the air. The position completely opened her cunt which Sam was nailing with hard driving strokes. Margo's body was dancing wildly between the two studs. Each time their cocks plunged into her holes, she howled and groaned. The fucking was so intense, she had already spurted three times and was quickly rising toward another orgasm.

Margo's mouth stretched open in a mindless scream as the two huge cocks filled her holes.

"Let's pump our loads into her as the same time, Sam. Would you like that, Margo... two big hard cocks shooting off inside your cunt and ass at the same time?"

"OHHH GOD... OOHH GOD... OHHHHHH GOD... AAAHHHH...UUNNGGHH... AAAAHHHHH... UUMMMMMMM.... UUGGHHH.... AAAAHHHHH... OOHHHH GOD... PUMP MEEEE.... FUCK MEEEEEE... AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"I think the lady likes it, Sam. You about ready to shoot?

"Yeah... I've been trying to hold back for several minutes now. Just say when and we'll flood the hot slut."

"Wait, Guys. Wait till I get close enough to see both of you pumping it into her," Jim urged. "Come on, Baby... bring that sucking mouth of yours over closer so I can see them shoot your friend full of hot jism."

As Jim moved closed to the chair where Margo was riding Lawrence with her ass and taking Sam's cock up her cunt, Lynda scrambled along with Jim on her knees struggling to keep his cock buried inside her mouth. When they were close, she pushed her lips down to the base of Jim's cock and sucked him hard. Each time he thrust forward, the big cockhead slid down her throat.

Lynda sucked Jim's cock hard and deep waiting for him to shoot in his load.

Fucking noises filled the room... both women grunted and wailed as the cocks thrust inward... filling their holes and sending intense spasms of hot pleasure through their clits. Lawrence grunted like a bull each time he buried his organ deep inside Margo's asshole and felt Sam's thick cock pumping her cum-filled cunthole.

Although it wasn't quite simultaneous, the three men began pumping their loads into the excited, throbbing holes of the two women nearly together. As the load fired into Lynda's mouth and gushed down her gullet into her belly, her fingers rammed deep inside her vagina while her thumb worked over her clitoris. She was cumming hard before Jim finished unloading.

From the chair, Margo howls of pleasure filled the room. She felt Lawrence shooting into her ass and a moment later, Sam's jerking cock was pumping more cum into her cunt as the shaft worked over her erupting G-spot. She couldn't take anymore. The instant Sam withdrew form her hole, she stretched her mouth wide open in a silent scream as her vagina contracted in a hard spasm. Her juices fired three feet into the air in a huge spurt. At the same time, both her vagina and ass went into a series or hard, rapid contractions. The pressure on Lawrence's sensitive cock was too much. He began howling right along with Margo.

All three men shot off at almost the same time. Lynda took Jim's load in her mouth while Lawrence and Sam filled Margo's pussy and ass. As a fitting climax, Margo's sex juices spurted high in the air.

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Phase 4: The Carpenters:

The women got home a little after 2 AM, just a short time after the clubs had closed for the night. Walter and Neil were not surprised as that is what they have eventually concluded... their wives were going to stay out teasing men and having fun until the clubs closed.

On Sunday, both Margo and Lynda had slept until 1 PM. It was almost 3 PM before they got dressed and began discussing what to have for dinner. Neither Walter nor Neil was surprised when their wives were too tired to go out that night. In fact, it appeared that they were even too tired to get each other off.

That changed, however, once they were in shower getting ready for bed. Our camera concealed in the heating vent had a great view of the entire area, so when Margo backed Lynda up against the shower wall and began pleasuring her pussy with two fingers while playing with her tits, we had a great view of the action. The best part was when Lynda began telling Margo, "Do it to me harder... faster... you Bitch... make me cum!" She must have followed orders very well because a moment later, Lynda was moaning in a hard orgasm.

Margo had no problems making Lynda explode in a hard orgasm.

After they were in bed, Lynda moved between Margo's thighs and returned the favor. Walter and Neil argued about whose wife had cum the hardest.

Once in bed, Lynda had an equally easy time making Margo cum.

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Promptly at 8 AM on Monday morning, Margo's front doorbell sounded. When she answered it, two workmen carrying a variety of tools, tile, and wood stood there. "Good morning, Mrs. Bradon. We're the carpenters from "David's House of Beauty". You ready to enjoy new counter tops, a beautiful butcher block, and new cabinets?" he asked with a broad smile.

"Oh yes! This is Lynda Cantrell. You'll be doing her house later this week."

"Great. It's a really good idea for both of you to be present at both houses. This way if either of you overlooks something you want done, the other one may catch it. By the way, I'm Marvin Hastings and this is my partner, Don Sawyer. We'll be doing the actual work."

"We're delighted to meet you Marvin... Don," Margo said and then asked, "What do you mean, you'll the ones who will be doing the actual work? Are there others?"

"Oh yeah. I thought your husbands had told you. We've got a couple of other guys who will be with us on both projects. They're apprentices... just learning the ropes. David agreed to cut the total price by $1,000 if we could bring Lance and Kevin along to get some training, so to speak. That Ok with you ladies?"

"Sure... why not? Where are Lance and Kevin?"

"They'll be here very shortly. In fact, they should already be here. As I say, they're apprentices."

When Lance and Kevin arrived a half hour later, Margo and Lynda were sitting out by the pool enjoying a cool drink. "I'm going to get a refill, Lynda, do you want one?" Margo asked.

"Sure. It's diet coke."

"One diet coke coming right up, Honey."

It was more than ten minutes before Margo returned. When she did, she wasn't carrying any soft drinks, but she was clutching her breast and rubbing her hand over her belly. Lynda giggled, "I asked you to get me a diet coke, Margo, not play with yourself. What's going on?"

Moving over to lounge chair next to Lynda's, Margo leaned closer and whispered, "Oh shit! I can't help it. Have you seen Lance and Kevin?" When Lynda shook her head, Margo closed her eyes, slid her tongue over her top lip, and squeezed her breast even harder.

"Would you stop caressing yourself and tell me what's going on?"

For an answer, Margo opened her legs, moved her hand between her thighs, and pressed it hard against her pussy. "Lance and Kevin. They're both black! And they're the hottest looking two men I've ever seen... ohh god! They both have bodies to die for... big... powerful... muscles all over... virile, sexy faces.... and OH MY God!"

"OH My God, what?"

"All Lance is wearing is a pair of cargo pants and a T-shirt... and ohhhhh fuck! His bulge... it's just huge! Kevin has nothing on but a pair of shorts and a shirt, and his cock looks even bigger. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I forgot all about the fucking drinks... you will too when you see them."

"What did they say when they saw you staring at them and panting?"

"Nothing. Not a word. They both just looked me over like a piece of female meat and grinned."

"Did you tease them? Flirt with them? Give them a few hints?"

"There was no need for any of that. You don't have to tease guys like that. They're going to be all over you whether you do or not. Guys like that just know. Wait till you see them."

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Neil and Walter were laughing. "Did you see my wife, Neil, when she saw Lance and Kevin. She practically fell on her back and started finger fucking herself."

"It was close. She was squeezing her big tits and rubbing her pussy mound. I wonder what reaction my wife is going to have? Margo will warn her so she'll be better prepared."

"Won't matter. Lynda's still going to cream her panties when she sees those two studs. How long do you think it will be before they start fucking our wives?"

"Sometime today for sure. The only question is how they will go about it. Have you got the video and audio recorders ready?"

"Of course. We've been recording for the past two days."

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` "Hi, you must be Mrs. Cantrell. I'm Lance and this is my friend Kevin. We're learning the carpentry trade, which just means we'll be watching while Marvin and Don do the work in your kitchen."

Even though Margo had warned her, Lynda still couldn't keep from squeezing her thighs together to put pressure on her excited clitoris. The two black studs were out-of-this-world sexy. They took her breath away, so much so that she was afraid to speak.

Margo was still staring... her mouth slightly open... panting.

At this point, Kevin spoke up. "Do either of you have any requests? Anything you want Lance and I to do for you?"

Margo and Lynda both felt their vaginas throb and sex juices seep into their panties. "What... what do you mean?" Lynda stammered.

"Just that we have explicit orders from David that we're here to please the two of you... to carry out all your instructions. I was just asking if you had anything you wanted us to do for you? Anything at all?"

"You mean with regard to the counter tops, butcher block, or cabinets?" Lynda asked.

"Those things, of course," Kevin said with a smile. Then he added, "Or anything else that you need. With your husbands being gone all week, perhaps you will need us to take of things they would normally do ... if they were here."

Neither woman trusted herself to speak. Lance was trying hard not to laugh at the women's obvious excitement. "It's hot outside. Would you object if Kevin and I work bare chested? It would be much cooler without these shirts."

"Of course we wouldn't object," Margo said with excited anticipation. She hoped the men didn't notice, but was certain that they had.

"Thank you, Mrs. Bradon. We appreciate that," Lance replied as he stripped his T-shirt off his upper body. His ebony body glistened with a sheen of sweat as his muscles rippled. His powerful biceps looked as if they could bend a steel rod.

"Please call me Margo, Lance. You too, Kevin. And forget the Mrs. Cantrell stuff. She answers to Lynda very nicely."

"Ok, will do, Margo. I'm afraid I bought the wrong size for this cargo pants. The waist is simply too small. Do you mind if I open the top button, Margo? ... Lynda?"

In a voice that was little more than a hissing whisper, Lynda said, "Go ahead... please."

With a quick flick of his fingers, the top button of Lance's cargo pants popped open letting the pants fall to his hips. Four to five inches of his rippling abdominal muscles were exposed. Another inch or two, and his pubic hair would be showing. "AHH... that feels so much better. I'll really appreciate the two of you being so considerate."

The two wives were entranced by Lance's awesome male body and their imagination of what the cargo pants still covered.

Kevin's voice broke the two women out of their trance. "I'd like to take off this hot shirt too. Any objections? Margo? Lynda?"

The two women just shook their heads. By this time, they could both feel the wetness seeping down their inner thighs. Their panties having long since become soaked with their cuntal secretions.

With one smooth motion, Kevin slipped out of his shirt revealing the fact that his shorts were already several inches below his navel. He looked like nothing less than a powerful Greek god.

Kevin looked like a male sex god... Margo's and Lynda's vaginas throbbed in tribute.

"Ahhh... that feels much better," Kevin said with a smile. "You two girls are overdressed for this heat. You should follow our example and get comfortable."

"You can see right through my top," Lynda laughed. "And most of my legs are showing. This is what you call overdressed?"

Lynda thought she was already showing off a lot of her body.

"And how about me? Do you really think I'm overdressed in this short skirt and tank top?" Margo asked. It hardly covers anything... not even my panties, as I know you've noticed since that's where you're looking."

Margo's tank top barely covered her braless tits, and her skirt was so short her panties were exposed.

"You both look really sexy... especially with your panties peeking out from under that short skirt, Margo ... but you're both still wearing your tops, and you're even wearing a bra, Lynda. Lance and I are both naked from the waist up. Why not take off your tops and bras and be really comfortable?"

"Men have the luxury of taking off their shirts, Kevin. Women don't."

"Why not?"

"They're called tits, Kevin," Lynda teased.

"I know. I've seen plenty of them before... expect to see many more in the future, and may I say that the pair each of you have appear to be among the finest I've ever seen. Of course... I can't be certain when you keep them covered up ... even in this awful heat."

It was Margo's turn to add her two cents worth. "I don't think out husbands would approve, and Marvin and Don are going to have a difficult time doing the work in the kitchen if we're running around topless."

"Marvin and Don are busy in the kitchen, and that's where they're going to stay... in the kitchen... no other place. And as for your husbands... well, they aren't here. Go ahead. Get comfortable. Take off your tops," Lance encouraged the women.

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"Oh fuck! This is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," Neil moaned as he stroked his rigid erection.

"Do you think they're going to do it?" Walt asked, his own cock already throbbing in his hand.

"Yeah... I don't think either of them can or want to resist."

"Who's going to do it first? Your wife or mine?"

"Margo will go first... no doubt."

"Why do you think my wife will be the first to show those studs her tits?"

"Because she's got the bigger tits and she's proud of them. Besides, she's hot for it."

"So is Lynda. Her mouth is open, and she's almost panting."

"Yep... she's hot for it too. She might fool me and take her tits out first."

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Neil won the bet when Margo pulled down her top. "This what you guys wanted to see," she said. For emphasis, she shook her shoulders making both large globes bounce. When their gyrations settled down, she cupped her tits as if presenting them to the men. "This is more comfortable, but it seems to be making both of you guys break into a sweat." Even Lance and Kevin laughed at that comment.

Margo big jugs bounced. She pulled her shoulders back and presented them to the two men.

Lance couldn't suppress a groan. "Oh fuck! You are built, Baby! You need to be kept locked up if you're going to carry dangerous, concealed weapons like those tits around, Margo."

"Come on, Lynda. Your turn. I can't wait to see what's under that top of yours."

"Is your concealed weapon already hard?"

The bluntness of the question momentarily shocked Kevin, but he quickly recovered. "Yeah... rock-hard, Honey. Show me your tits."

Lynda pulled her white sweater off her shoulders, and then with one smooth motion, jerked both her sweater and her bra down below her tits. Both mounds quivered in the air when she freed them. Although not as large as Margo's, they were big and perfectly shaped. They were certainly sexy enough to harden both big, black cocks.

The women wondered which man was going to suck which pair of tits first.

"Ok, Guys. We're taken off our tops and let you see our tits. Now we want to see what you two have under those pants and shorts," Margo insisted. "Take'em off!"

"That's right... fair is fair, Lynda said with a mischievous grin.

"We can do that," both men said in unison. "But we should take this somewhere more private. We don't want a nosey neighbor calling the police. That would spoil a lot of plans."

Lynda moved very close to Lance and whispered, "And what plans might that be?"

"Our plans to fuck both of your asses off, Honey," Lance responded.

"Mmmmmmm...sounds hot, but I thought black guys really liked a woman's ass... are you sure you want to fuck ours off?"

"You're a saucy bitch, Lynda. I can't wait to see just how saucy you are when you've got 10 inches of black cock up your hot cunt. Come over here... Now!"

Lynda's body was shaking when she approached the powerful black man. He pulled her close like she was no more than a small child's doll. His large hands completely covered her ass when he moved them to her buttocks and pulled her body tightly against his own. She opened her mouth wide to receive his kiss and his tongue. At the same time, she felt his huge shaft grinding into her mound and belly. In the middle of the kiss, his hands rose and captured both tits... squeezing and kneading them. Lynda couldn't stop moaning nor thrusting her eager pussy against his raging manhood. Just as she felt Lance unzipping her skirt, she heard Margo's excited voice.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh gawd damn! That feels soooo fucking good. Don't stop... please don't stop!"

Looking over, she saw Kevin sucking on one of Margo's tits while his hand was busy underneath her skirt.

"I think you're right," she whispered in Lance's ear. Let's take this to our master bedroom.

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Walter and Neil were both about to cum they had been jacking off so hard watching the two black studs working on their wives. When they saw the four of them walking toward the master bedroom, Walter groaned, "They're taking them to the bedroom, Neil. Oh shit. I thought it would take them until tonight to get into our wives."

"Not likely. Switch the control to the bedroom cameras." Walter was already working to do it.

"Which one of our wives do you think will get fucked first, Walt?"

"Don't know. Lance as been working on Lynda longer than Kevin has been at Margo... so I'd guess Lynda."

"I don't know either. How about a wager. I'll bet your wife takes cock first. You bet on mine. Ten bucks. Ok?"

"Done!"

Walter adjusted the controls to sharpen the focus and both men settled back, still stroking their hard cocks, as they waited to see who won the $10 bet.

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Once inside the bedroom, the two black studs wasted little time in getting the women ready for fucking. Kevin unzipped Margo skirt and then pulled both her skirt and panties down her legs. Picking her up easily, he sat her on the bed and growled, "Spread wide, Honey. Show me that hot, white cunt hole." Steepling one knee, Margo spread her legs wide open. For good measure, she reached between her gaping thighs and pulled open the swollen, slick lips of her pussy exposing the hot depths of her hole.

Margo had her legs wide open showing her cunt to Kevin.

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A third of a mile away, Neil grabbed the joy stick controlling the bedroom camera and zoomed in on Margo's wide open cunt hole. "OH SHIT! OH SHIT! LOOK AT YOUR WIFE'S CUNT HOLE... LOOK HOW SHE'S SPREADING IT OPEN...OOOHHHH FUCK. I'D LOVE TO STICK MY COCK IN HER!"

Margo's cunt hole filled the entire screen.

"Go on, Lance! Prong the hot bitch. Stick your cock in her cunt and win me ten bucks. FUCK HER!" Neil yelled.

"Don't be too fast to claim that $10, Man. Just look at what Kevin doing with your slut wife!" Looking at the image on the second screen from the other camera in the room, Neil saw that his wife was lying on the desk holding her panties to one side so Kevin could stick his cock into her.

Lynda jerked her panties to one side to give Kevin access.

"Get on her, Kevin. Fuck the hot Slut!" Walter urged.

Both men continued to jack off as they urged the black guys to fuck the other man's wife first.

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When Kevin and Lance moved closer to their wives, both Walter and Neil assumed that they were about to be filled with thick, black cock. But, instead, both women were pushed onto their backs... legs spread wide open. An instant later, the two women howled with pleasure as two, thick tongues pushed inside their cunts and sucked their engorged clits inside their mouths.

Margo and Lynda both moaned as their pussies throbbed under the male tongues.

Four shapely legs rose high in the air, as the men sucked and licked their throbbing clits. Margo was the first to climax. Her high-pitched shrieks of pleasure filled the bedroom and their husbands' motel room. Lynda was not far behind. As her excitement rose higher and higher, her legs locked about Kevin's head in death grip... pulling him hard against her exploding cunt.

"Oohhhhhh suck meeeeeeee, you hot black bastard... I'm cummingggg.... aaaahhhh... aaahhhhh... aaaahhhh... uunnggghhh... eeeeeeiiiiii.... suck it... suck it... suck it!!!"

Margo's and Lynda's chests were still heaving from the exertion and excitement of their orgasms when Lance and Kevin moved from between their legs. Taking their time, they stripped back the bed covers on the large king-sized bed and turned up the air conditioning unit to keep the room cool. Unzipping his cargo pants, Lance pushed them down his thighs. When they cleared his ass cheeks, the men heard both women gasp.

"I think the ladies like your ass, Lance," Kevin commented.

"Sort of sounds like it. Is he right, ladies? Do you like my ass?"

Lance's hard, tight ass made both women gasp.

Margo moaned as she gazed at his ass. His buttocks looked mucular... powerful. Sex juices bubbled from her vagina at the thought of how hard those powerful muscles were going to pound his cock into her cunt. From the desk, Lynda hissed. "The rest! Turn around, Lance. Show us your cock!"

Both women moved their hands onto their gushing cunts when they saw Lance's thick, hard 8-inch black fuck stick.

"Now you, Kevin. Take off your shorts. Show it to us!"

Kevin's erect organ was even bigger than Lance's. Margo and Lynda were now openingly rubbing their clits as they gazed at the rigid male shafts.

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"They're going to fuck them! They're going to fuck our wives!" Neil shouted.

"I'll keep the cameras on their pussies so we can see which one gets fucked first. I'll watch Lynda's cunt... you watch Margo's. When a cock goes in, scream out "BINGO!" Whoever screams out first wins the $10," Walter groaned as he jerked his engorged cock.

"I got a better idea. Let's change the bet. The loser has to suck off the winner. Ok?"

"Oh hell YES!" Let's watch.

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Kevin scooped up Neil's wife as if she weighed no more than a baby. Carrying her to the king-sized bed, he dropped her onto her back. As he watched, Lynda slowly opened her legs and raised her ass let him see her excited, wet, and very open pussy.

Keeping her legs splayed, Lynda steepled her knees and watched as the powerful black stud moved between her legs.

Kevin moved his huge cock up and down the length of Lynda's sex trench.

Once his hips were socked firmly into her sex saddle, he lifted her legs to his shoulders as the panting female tried to grab his thick shaft so she could guide it to her waiting cunt.

But Kevin pulled back grinning, "Not yet, you hot bitch. First, I make you cum on my dick head by swabbing your sex slit and rubbing it over your big clit." Using his hand to guide his shaft, he moved it slowly and sensuously up the length of her throbbing sex trench. The hot sensations caused her vagina to contract and whoosh air. When the big head reached her clit, Kevin used it like a dildo to work up and down its swollen shaft bringing repeated howls of pleasure from Neil's wife.

"EEIII... EEEIII... EEEIII... EEEIII AAAHHHH FUCK! AAHH FUCK! UUNNGGGH... DO MEEEEE... DO IT TO MEEEEEEE!" Lynda howled as her pussy gushed her liquid heat all over the black shaft moving through her slit and over her clit.

Right beside them on the other side of the bed, Lance had Margo's ass pulled right to the edge with her knees shoved back almost all the way to her tits. The position completely opened her cunt for Lance's use. Margo put her hands on his head and pulled him closer, watching as his tongue shot out reaching for her labia.

When it made contact, Walter's wife sighed deeply and fell back onto the bed as Lance licked her faster and more fervently. His lips moved higher... higher... until they reached her engorged, pulsing clit. Closing over the throbbing organ, he began to suck it... harder and harder... lashing the tip with his tongue every time it throbbed and danced.

"OH SUCK ME, BABY! SUCK ME!"

"OOOHHHHH Fuck me, you dirty bastard. Get on me! Mount me, Stud, and ram that cock into me... Hurry! I want to cum on your cock, not in your mouth... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Margo begged as grunts of female passion surged through her body.

At almost the same time, Lynda's and Margo's cunts went into hard spastic contractions. Both clits danced and pulsed under the male tongues. Both holes opened and closed... hard... spastically... both assholes winked in time with the contractions of their cunts. The two women screamed as their orgasms erupted.

Immediately Lance rose to his feet and moved his hips between Margo's open thighs. Holding his thick shaft, he positioned it at Margo's cunthole.

Across the bed, Kevin pulled his cock off Lynda's clit and aligned it with her pulsing opening. At this point, Kevin delayed a moment to ask, "Are you ready to get fucked, Lynda? Are you ready to take my big cock up your married cunt?" She was moaning so hard, all she could do was nod.

Lance, on the other hand, didn't bother to ask Margo if she was ready or not. It was more than obvious that she wanted cock up her pussy. Consequently, when Lance pressed his cock forward causing Margo's hole to slowly spread open and allow the big cock head to sink inside her, Kevin's cock was still just outside of Lynda's waiting cunt.

Lance's big cock sank slowly into Margo's waiting cunt

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"BINGO! BINGO! BINGO!" Neil screamed when he saw Lance's cock head sinking into Walter's wife. "He's in her. Margo's getting fucked! Right now! Ah shit! Look how he's stretching her!"

Ten seconds later, Walter gasped, "Kevin's in her! HE'S IN YOUR WIFE'S CUNT! IT'S GOING IN! RIGHT NOW!"

"Too late, Man. I win. Shit... this is so damn hot. Get over here and suck my cock while I watch your wife getting fucked by that huge dick. Come on. I'm already about to cum. Suck me!"

Walter cursed at his bad luck at having just barely lost the bet... but a bet was a bet. He stopped watching Kevin pounding Lynda's hot pussy, knelt in front of Neil, and sucked his cock deep inside his mouth. Neil held the back of his head and hammered his dick in and out of his mouth while watching Lance fucking the shit out of Walter's wife.

"GGUNNNGGGHH.... GGUUNNGGH... AAAAHHHHHHH!"

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Margo was wailing. "Fuck me, please. I want to cum with your dick inside me, Lance. Hammer me hard... deep. OOOHHHHH Shit! Your cock is just huge!"

Lance positioned himself above Walter's wife and drove his cock deep inside her throbbing hole. He could feel the woman's fingers frantically rubbing her clit as he pounded her harder and harder. He also felt her swollen pussy lips moving in and out of her tight, hot hole with the friction of his cock. He kept fucking the hot slut while watching her face contort with hot pleasure.

It only took a few minutes for her body to convulse. Her legs locked about his hips and jerked him deep inside body. Once there, he levered them up high in the air and fucked straight down into the hot convulsing cunt hole. Margo howled in helpless passion.

Walter's wife shuddered under the fierce pounding she was taking from Lance.

Across the bed, Lynda spread her legs as wide as possible to give Kevin more room to fuck her. He was moving smoothly and rapidly between her thighs as his entire dick slid into her hole on every thrust. She was so wet, it was pumping in and out easily with no resistance. Lynda was gasping for air grabbing the sheets and twisting them in her hands as her cunt erupted in another orgasm.

"OOOOHHH GOD! FUCK ME... FUCK ME... YYESS... YESS.. HARDER... FUCK MEEEEEE!"

The massive cock was pounding Lynda's ass deep into the mattress. Every time it entered her, the friction over her G-spot was electrifyingly intense. So much so that it brought squeals of delight from Neil's wife. She had her eyes closed as her head thrashed from side to side. Her teeth ground together as her orgasm began to build again.

In the motel, Neil was now jacking off Walter as Walter watched Lynda being thoroughly fucked. When he saw her legs starting to twitch and shake and heard her moans growing louder, his cock jerked hard in Neil's hand in preparation to shoot.

When Lynda's legs shot out to the sides... rigid with toes pointed... and her cunt began contracting violently, Kevin rammed his cock as deep as possible into her spasming hole. Walter's buttocks clenched hard. Kevin's buttocks clenched hard. Thick streams of semen and sperm spewed between Neil's grasping hand high into the air. At the same time, thick streams of semen and sperm spewed between Lynda's grasping pussy lips deep into her hot hole.

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Later that afternoon, Lance and Kevin spent an hour or so with Marvin and Don before the two carpenters left for the day. The work was more than half finished so that they would be able to complete the job on Tuesday.

After Don and Marvin had left, the two black studs came back into the den where the two women were having a soft drink and relaxing after their intense sexual marathon.

"I thought you guys had left?" Margo asked.

"No. Just Don and Marvin. They'll be back tomorrow. We plan on spending the night... in fact, we plan on spending every night this week with the two of you," Kevin replied. "Any objections?"

"If we did object, would you leave?" Lynda asked with a smile.

"Well, not immediately. We'd spend some time trying to get you to change your minds, but if you didn't, we'd leave. Neither of us are into rape. Do you want us to leave?"

"Hell no! I was just curious. So what are the plans? Are we going out for dinner, cooking, ... what? Or do you just plan to fuck us continuously for the next four days?"

"That's a tempting thought, but if you want us to keep these cocks good and hard for the two of you, you're going to have to let us eat to keep up our strength," Lance advised.

"Ok. Want to take your two married sluts out for dinner or have us cook something?"

"Cook something. We'll go out tomorrow evening before we switch houses to Lynda's." Kevin ordered.

"Yes Sir! Steak, salad, fries, Texas toast, and cheesecake Ok?"

"Hell yes! But we need to set the dress code for the night. Heels and stockings. Garter belts if you like. Nothing else. Go put on your uniforms, Girls, while we fix some drinks."

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At 10 PM that evening, the two black studs had Neil's wife in the bedroom doing her while Margo waited her turn. Lynda was on her back, her legs pressed back against her tits as Lance drove his black shaft in and out of her now widely stretched cunt. Kevin knelt with his legs on either side of her head while feeding her his rigid dick.

Lynda's hips humped against Lance's cock as Kevin's thick rod sank into her throat.

When they had first gotten the hot wife on the bed, she was taking 6 inches of cock down her throat, but after Kevin had progressively worked more and more of his prick down the moaning blonde's throat, his balls now were banging her chin on each stroke. Every time Lance drove all 8 inches of meat into her receptive, waiting cunt, Kevin buried nine inches down her throat.

The two men pumped her hard and fast. In the motel room, Neil and Walter sat side-by-side jacking each other off as they watched Lynda taking cock fore and aft. When Kevin and Lance pumped their loads into Neil's wife, both Neil and Walter shot off all over their chests and the other man's hand.

After resting for a half hour, Kevin led Margo into the bedroom for her double fucking. Putting the hot brunette onto her side, Kevin pressed his cock into her pussy while Lance worked his rod down her throat. Like Lynda, it didn't take long before Walter's wife was taking all 17 inches of black meat into her cunt and mouth holes. Once more, Neil and Walter jacked each other off, but this time they shot off before Margo's holes were filled with thick black seed.

"Oh Fuck YES! Both of you... GIVE IT TO ME!"

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At 3 AM, Neil shook Walter awake. "You might want to watch this, Walt. Kevin is fucking your wife like a jackhammer. She's screeching and grunting every time he slugs it into her."

Margo moaned... then grunted... then began to squeal as the thick shaft pounded her ass deep into the mattress.

Walter scrambled out of bed hurried and ran to the monitors. On the screen he saw his wife with her legs being held far apart and pressed back on either side of her tits while Kevin fucked straight down into her upturned, open cunt. Both of them grunted each time Kevin’s cock stretched her open and sank all the way inside her.

Walter jacked off twice while watching Kevin banging Margo. It was almost 4 AM before Kevin pulled his semi-soft rod out of his wife's vagina and rolled over onto his back, exhausted. The two of them were asleep in less than a minute.

Before heading back to bed, Walter keyed in the other bedroom on the computer terminal and saw Lance on his knees behind Lynda who had her wrists bound to the ankles as she knelt on her knees with her ass high in the air and her head lowered to the bed. Lance was fucking her, either in her ass or in her cunt. From the way Neil's wife was groaning, he suspected the big stud was nailing her asshole.

"Hey, Neil. Wake up! Lance is ass fucking your wife in the guest bedroom!"

When Walter returned to his bed, Neil was leaning back in the chair, his legs stretched out in front of his naked body, pumping his cock as he watched his wife taking 8 inches black cock up her asshole.

"OOOOHHH GOD! FUCK ME... FUCK ME... YESS... YESS.. HARDER... FUCK MY ASS!"

Neil was stunned at how easily the black man's massive cock entered his wife's ass. The few times Neil had persuaded Lynda to allow him to have anal sex with her, she had been so tight, it had taken him a long time to work just five or six inches into her back passage. Not only that, but as he had pushed it in, she had continuously screamed that it was hurting her. Finally, he had given up. Now, she was taking Lance's huge shaft all the way up her ass on every stroke while grunting in hot passion as he ass fucked her harder and harder.

"Oh gawd damn! I'm cumming... aaaahhhhhhhhhh.... ooohhhh shit... fuck meeeeee," Lynda wailed.

In response, Lance speeded his strokes, reached around her hips, and began stroking and rubbing Lynda's clit. She came again. This time, Neil saw his wife's sex juices spurting from her excited pussy. Lance was now growling as he powered his cock deep into the throbbing female's asshole. "OHHH FUCK! GONNA SHOOT IN YOU, BABY. GET READY! HERE IT COMES!!"

Neil's cock throbbed hard when he saw the black man's buttocks clenching again and again... knowing that each time his bottocks clenched, a massive stream of hot jism was being pumped into his wife. Neil was about to cum, but wasn't quite there when Lance's thrusting slowed ... then stopped.

Neil still hadn't been able to shoot off, but when the black stud pulled his big prick out of Lynda's ass, and Neil saw the huge gaping hole where her tight asshole used to be, his cock exploded jet after jet of thick, white cum high in the air.

Lynda's rectum was now a huge, gaping hole.

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By the time Margo and Lynda got up Tuesday, it was already 1 PM. It was after 2 PM before they made an appearance in the kitchen. Marvin and Don had completed the work and were packing away their equipment.

"It looks fantastic!" Margo gushed.

"We're glad you like it, Mrs. Bradon. We'll be at your house, Mrs. Cantrell, at 8 AM tomorrow morning to start work on your butcher block, counters, and new cabinets."

"Ok. We'll be there," Lynda replied.

Before the two men left, Margo asked, "Tell me, are Lance and Kevin really appentice carpenters here to observe and learn?"

"Not really, Mam. Our boss told us that they were thinking about carpentry careers, but they're not really serious... at least, it seems that way to me. They hardly spent an hour watching us work and haven't asked us a single question."

"So what's going on? Why did David want them to come over with you?"

"Not really sure, Mam. I think it was part of the deal your husbands arranged. I had assumed that they were trying to help those young men learn a very useful and somewhat lucrative profession. But like a lot of young people these days, they're not really taking advantage of the help your husbands are trying to give them. Sorry about that, but I can't force them to pay attention to what Don and I are doing."

"We understand. It's not your fault. We will be certain to let our husbands know that."

"Thank you, Mam. We would appreciate it."

After Marvin and Don had departed, Margo said quizzically to Lynda, "Now why in hell would our husbands be trying to help two black guys learn how to be carpenters?"

"Yeah," Lynda agreed, and then added with a grin, "Besides why bother learning how to drive in a nail when you're already a master at driving in a huge spike?"

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Phase 4: Last Two Days:

On Wednesday and Thursday at Neil's house, Lance and Kevin spent virtually every minute having sex with our wives. Neither woman was permitted to dress in anything more than heels, stockings, and maybe a garter belt. A lot of the time, Lance and Kevin had both women totally naked. Even when they were having to wait to get another erection, they were working on our wives with their tongues and fingers or with vibrators, or they had Margo and Lynda sucking their cocks. Sometimes one women would suck both guys.

Sometimes, one of the black studs would hold one of the women upside down and lick her clit while she sucked first one cock and then the other.

At other times Margo would suck one stud and Lynda the other one. Just watching them ordering our wives around and fucking them kept Neil and I hard as iron most of the time. We concluded that those two women had sucked more cock in the last week than during the entire time we had been married. Whenever one of the men said, "Suck", they sucked. It really pissed us off... big time. Thinking about all the times I had begged Margo to give me some head over the years only to hear her say 'no' made me want to whip her ass with a belt.

Lance would just call my wife or Lynda over and say "Suck it, Bitch", and she would bend over and start sucking.

It usually didn't take either guy long to get hard, particularly with two beautiful, sexy sluts lounging around naked or nearly naked and keeping their legs open so their cunts were always on display. And once they got hard, the fucking would start almost immediately.

Kevin liked to put Lynda's shoulders on the floor and pull her legs up and back so that she was nearly standing on her head. He would hold her legs up and ram his cock straight down into her waiting pussy. When Neil saw him doing that, he could never hold his load. It would just explode out of the end of his dick.

Kevin loved fucking our wives with their shoulders on the floor, their legs up and spread. Judging from how frequently they both came, they seemed to like it too.

Lance was fond of scooping Margo up in his arms and ramming her cunt down on his iron-hard erection. She would wrap her legs around his waist, and he would carry her around the house bouncing and fucking her through a series of orgasms until she was so weak she couldn't hang on any longer.

The carry fuck was awesome to watch. Lance would just lift my wife and then drop her. Her own weight would ram her cunt down on his cock so hard, it hit her cervix every time. She howled and moaned the entire time he was bouncing her.

The one thing that both Lance and Kevin really liked to do was shoot huge loads of semen and sperm up our wives' cunts. They rarely shot in their mouths or asses... it was always up their cunts. And with every load they shot in, they would always tell our wives how they were eventually going to breed them. If not now, then later... but one way or another, they were going to knock them up. Judging from the sheer volume of sperm and semen they unloaded inside our wives' vaginas, it looked very likely to Neil and I that they probably would knock them up even though they were both on the pill.

As soon as one man shot in a load, the other stud would soon be in her shooting in another load. Copious quantities of cum was always gushing from their impaled cunts when our wives were being fucked.
After one of our wives was fucked by both studs, her cunt hole was a gaping cave that was flooded with thick, potent, sperm-filled semen.

Some of the fucking was not only hot, it was incredibly sensuous and erotic. When Lance would shove my wife's legs all the way back against her tits so that her ass was elevated and then drive his huge shaft straight down into her waiting asshole, I would always zoom the camera in for a close up of the penetration. I usually shot off while he fucked my wife's ass.

It always looked like it should be impossible for those huge black cocks to fit into my wife's asshole. But the women had both been ass fucked so much, the men's cocks slid in easily. I couldn't wait to ass fuck my wife.

I loved to watch the way Lynda would go wild when Kevin would mount her. Her legs just flew up into the air, and when he had socked his hips firmly into her sex saddle, she would wrap her legs around his hips, lock her ankles, and pull him into her hot hole as deeply as possible. Her mouth would fly open as he drove his dick in and out of her cunt... this usually led to hot, deep kissing. The fucking was so intense and so passionate, that Neil usually couldn't watch it very long.

Lynda loved to wrap her legs about Kevin and pull him into her cunt as deeply as possible.

On Wednesday night, Lance and Kevin began double-fucking our wives... one cock in the ass and another in the cunt. And when they DPed our wives, it seemed like they were a precision drill team. Each man worked in perfect unison with the other. When one cock slammed into Margo's or Lynda's cervix, the other cock was always on the way out of her asshole. When the cock in her ass drove inward, the cunt cock pulled back. It was like watching two cunt/ass masters at work. Our wives never stopped howling and screaming when they were being double fucked. It seemed to us like they were having near continuous orgasms.

After several double fuckings, Neil and I realized that if they took Lynda in doggie position with her ass up, then when it was Margo's turn, she would always have her legs up in the air with her cunt fucker on top. They also switched off... if Margo got in doggie position one time, her next double-fucking would be with her legs and cunt up.

If Lynda was double-fucked in doggie position, then....
Margo would get it in missionary position with her legs up.

When Lance and Kevin weren't fucking our wives in the house, they were dressing them hot and taking them out. We later learned that these outings were to clubs, adult video stores, and strip joints where our wives were groped, stripped, fingered, and either fucked or they gave blowjobs.

By Thursday morning, Neil and I both were ready to "return". I called Margo's cell phone and told her that we had finished the meeting early and would be home around 7 PM that night. I wasn't sure whether her tone suggested sadness that the two black studs would have to leave or joy that she was finally going to get some rest... or so she thought.

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Compromises:

After calling Margo, Neil and I prepared our last breakfast in our motel double room. We also made some sandwiches for lunch and then cleaned out the fridge and all the trash. We decided to leave all the computer, video, and audio equipment operational so we would be able to watch Kevin and Lance saying "goodbye" to our wives. Neither of us had any doubt as to how they would say goodbye.

As we were fixing the remainder of the bacon, hash browns, pancakes, and eggs for our breakfast, we watched Margo and Lynda preparing a similar meal for themselves and their two lovers. We finished the cooking well before our wives since before they were half finished, Kevin and Lance had them both bent over the kitchen cabinet side-by-side with their cunts stuffed full of hard cock. We were washing up our dishes when the four of them finally sat down to eat.

While our wives and their lovers were having breakfast, Neil and I packed our bags and loaded the car with every thing except the electronic equipment. Then, we stopped by the motel office and paid the bill for our stay. Finally, we discussed our plans for the evening and what we were going to say to our sexy wives.

The afternoon activities at Neil's house were different that what either of us had expected. After stripping our wives except for their heels and stockings, the men told Lynda to go to the master bedroom and Margo to the guest bedroom across the hall. They were each instructed to lie down on the bed and stay there until given permission to get up.

For the next three hours, Kevin and Lance moved back and forth between the two bedrooms having sex with our wives. At one point, my wife was riding Lance's cock in the guest bedroom while Lynda was across the hallway pounding her ass up and down on Kevin iron-hard shaft. The loud grunts of both women over the speaker system was hot as hell. Once more, we were both jacking off while we watched, but this time, we were determined to save our loads until evening.

The squishing sounds of Lance's cock sinking in and out of my wife's cum-filled vagina were easily heard over the audio system.
The camera angle was perfect to see Kevin's cock stretching Lynda's opening into a huge round hole.

When neither of us felt like we could hold our loads back if we continued to watch, we took a break, finished up the beer and watched a baseball game until we had calmed down enough that we thought we could watch some more without shooting off.

When we turned on the system again, the first thing we heard over the audio system was Margo howling in the guest bedroom...

"Oh gawd damn you! You're gonna make me cum again... ooohhhh uunnggghhh... pump it... pump me harder, Kevin... drive that big thing down into the bottom of my cunt... bang it to me, Stud!"

Then, the video warmed up, and we saw what was making my wife howl and beg. Kevin was mounted on my wife, holding her legs back in the crook of his arms while he plowed his huge cock straight down into her pussy. He was sinking almost his entire length into Margo's cunt on every thrust.

Margo held her legs wide open to give Kevin total access to her cunt.

After Kevin had emptied his balls into my wife's cunt, we switched over to the master bedroom and found Lance's huge cock slugging in and out of Lynda's gaping pussy. As usual, it didn't seem possible for the women to take that huge organ, but Lance was pounding it in all the way to his balls. From the cum that was running down Lynda's ass, it was obvious that Lance had already cum in her at least once before and was still pounding her hard.

The cum load from a previous fucking ran down Lynda's ass as Lance plowed her deep and hard.

At 4 PM, I called my wife's cell. I had timed the call so that she was taking cock when I called. It was wildly erotic to be talking to my wife on the phone while watching her being fucked on the monitor.

"Hi, Honey. It's me. Every thing Ok?"

"Aahh... yeah... oh yeah..!

"Good did the carpenters finish up yet?"

"Almost... they'll be finished... aaahh... soon."

"Good. Good." I had to stifle a laugh at the sight of my wife bent over in doggie position on the bed, biting her knuckle, and struggling to keep from groaning as the thick black shaft pumped deep into her cunt. "Just wanted to let you know, we'll be home around 6 PM. Neil and I would like for both you and Lynda to meet us at our house then. Ok?"

"Aaaa yes... yes... yes. We'll come... ahh.. we'll come... come over there."

"Great. You sound all out of breath."

"Yeah... I am. Cleaning up after the carpenters."

"Was it hard work?"

"Oohhhh yesss... hard... it was hard."

"Ok. See'ya soon."

I hung up, and Neil and I listened to my wife screaming as her pussy exploded at the same time as Kevin fired his load into throbbing hole.

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At 6:30 PM, the four of us were all seated in our den. The butcher block and the new counter tops and cabinets looked outstandingly good. Marvin and Don were masters of their craft, to be certain.

"Do you like the work in the Kitchen, Margo?"

"Oh yes! It's just beautiful, and so are the ones they built for Lynda. We both love them!"

"Good. Good. We're happy that you're both pleased. Tell us... what did the two of you do during the week?"

For the next fifteen minutes our wives fed us a total crock of bull shit about what they had been doing. Neil and I both listened without objection as they dug themselves into a deeper and deeper hole. When they finished, I said, "Seems as if you both enjoyed yourselves. Now, the reason we wanted us all to meet is that Neil and I have decided that we're going to make some changes in the way we do things in our households."

"You've decided?? Since when do you make decisions without discussing things with us first?" Margo questioned.

"Since this week. Starting right now."

"What changes?"

"Several. First, we're going to have a more equitable distribution of the work load. Here's the list we've prepared. Since Neil and I work all day long supporting all of us, you two are going to take about 70% of the housework and work with the kids. We'll handle the other 30%. We can discuss bringing in some outside help to give us more free time together."

"And if we don't agree?" Lynda said. I could hear the uncertainty in her voice and Neil and I both loved it.

"We'll come to that a little later. Let me finish listing the changes. Second, both of your are going to start being wives to us instead of taskmasters. Specifically, we going to start having sex with the two of you frequently and often, and both of you are going to participate actively and enthusiastically."

Both women opened their mouths simultaneously to object, but I stopped them with a wave of my hand. "As I said, we'll address your agreement or lack of it in a moment. Neil, why don't you finish up the list of changes with number three?"

"Love to, Walt... love to. Walt and I have discussed your female charms this last week. I really love your big tits, Margo, and I've wanted to fuck you for years. Walt is just as taken with Lynda's drop-dead hot body and gorgeous face. He's told me that he's been jacking off thinking about you ever since we've known each other. So, the new plan is that we're going to switch you girls around from time to time. Margo will spend several days with me while Lynda takes care of this house and Walt's sexual needs. The switching starts tonight. Lynda's going to stay here tonight and Friday. Margo, you're going to be servicing me during that time. I think that about covers it... Did I leave out anything, Walt?"

"Don't forget the threesomes and foursomes."

"Oh yes. Forgot that. When Margo is having her period, Lynda will be servicing both of us and when Lynda is unavailable, Margo will take care of our sexual needs. When you're both available, and the kids are out of the house, we'll have some swinging foursomes together."

The uncertainly and confusion was all over our wives faces. Their wimp husbands had suddenly turned into raging, confident, stud tigers. But mixed in with the uncertainly and confusion, I could also see my wife's tongue caressing her upper lip. She was getting turned on just like she did when we first dated and got married. Looking at Lynda, I could see her pressing her thighs together.

"What makes you think we'll agree to all this?" Margo asked me in a soft whisper with the beginnings of a smile of understanding.

"Rather than go into long, boring explanations, why don't you girls settle back and watch some of the movies we brought home with us. I'll get some wine and cheese so we'll have something to munch on while we watch."

Neil had just started the DVD when I brought in the snacks. Both women were nervous, confused, and excited. They both gasped when they saw the title of the first DVD. "Cheating Hotwives"... followed by... starring Margo Bradon and Lynda Cantrell. The DVD screen changed to side-by-side pictures of Margo and Lynda. Margo was lying on the new kitchen butcher block, her legs together and straight up in the air. She was shoving her panties up her legs with her cunt lips peeking from between her thighs. Lynda's photo showed her standing wearing dark stockings, her arms extended over her head and her black, lace panties down around her thighs. The photo was taken from below so that her cunt was easily visible.

Our two pornstar-wives both looked hot.

"Oh god!" Lynda groaned.

As much as I loved the shocked look on Lynda's face, I loved the expression of sexual excitement on my wife's face even more.

After that introduction, there followed 45 minutes of hot excerpts from the numerous fuckings our wives had received since Monday. Halfway through the film, Neil and I were standing behind our wives as they sat on the couch and watched themselves being fucked in every conceivable position by both black studs.

Margo just moaned when I opened her blouse and extracted both of her tits and began tugging, squeezing, and twisting her engorged nipples. Neil also had his wife's tits out. Leaning closer, I whispered in Margo's ear, "Hot sexy Bitch. Pull your dress up and spread your legs." She didn't hesitate a moment. With a couple of minutes, both women had their legs open and their panties down.

"Do it," Neil ordered. "Make yourself cum, you hot Slut!"

I was about to tell my wife to do the same, but I was too late. She already had her fingers working frantically over her pussy and clit.

"Look at Kevin fucking you, Margo. Listen to yourself begging him to ram it in harder. Hot fuck slut... Cum, Baby. I want to see you cum... NOW!" My wife exploded... her juices firing high into the air. When Margo grunted in the midst of her orgasm, Lynda's hole went into hard contractions as she climaxed. By the time the first DVD ended, both women had cum three times.

"Are you going to divorce us?" Lynda asked, her voice quavering with nervousness.

"Do you want a divorce?" Neil replied.

"No... no!"

"Do you want a divorce?" I asked my wife.

"Please don't divorce me, Darling. I promise... I promise things will be totally different. They always would have been if you had been this dominant and confident with me before. From now on, you can fuck me anytime you like... any way you like."

"And Neil? What if he wants to fuck your ass?"

For an answer, my wife turned around on the couch, got on her knees with her ass pointed outward, locked her eyes on mine, and whispered, "Would you like to ass fuck me, Neil? Right now... right here in front of my husband? I'll hold my ass open for you. Kevin and Lance really stretched it so you don't need to worry about hurting me. Just ass fuck me... now... anytime... unless my husband wants to fuck me... he always has first call on my sex holes."

Margo had her head down, her ass up offering it to Neil.

A minute later, my wife was grunting in hot passion as Neil fucked his 7-inch cock into her ass. She had her hand between her thighs furiously rubbing her clitoris as he pumped her. She came twice before he shot a huge load into her back passage. She never took her eyes off of mine while Neil fucked her. In the middle of the hot sex, while she was cumming, I kissed her. Her mouth flew open, our tongues dueled together as her cunt pulsing with her orgasm and her body jerked wildly on Neil's cock.

When we broke our kiss, I felt hands turning my body so that my back was now toward my wife. Lynda was kneeling with her hands on my ass, my cock deep inside her mouth. She pulled me forward and my 7 inches of man meat was buried in the sexy blonde's throat. Not wanting to cum in her mouth, I groaned, "Stop, Lynda. I want to fuck you and cum inside your cunt."

"Oh yes! You can cum in me anytime you want, Lover."

When I picked her up and carried her toward our master bedroom, Neil and Margo followed us. When I mounted the hot blonde, Neil was holding his wife's legs back and pressing her knees onto the bed beside her heaving tits, which were being sucked by my wife. Both Lynda and I groaned with hot pleasure when my cock slid into her pussy.

Two hours later, we were all naked and resting on the king-sized bed. I had poured four loads of cum into the two hot women, and I think Neil had shot in five loads. There was no way to keep track of the number of times our wives had erupted in hard orgasms.

"How many DVD's did you guys make since Monday?" my wife asked.

"Seven or eight," I replied.

"Oh fuck! That's so dirty and so hot! Can we watch one of them whenever we have foursomes," Margo whispered.

Lynda pushed herself up on one elbow, and although she was still panting, she managed to say that she wanted to talk more about the new procedures Neil and I had stated."

"You object?" Neil asked.

"No... not at all. We should have been doing this for years instead of treating the two of you like slaves. All you guys had to do was use your belts on our asses once or twice and that would have ended.

"I suppose," I commented, "but the way we did it was a lot more fun, don't you think?"

"Oh hell yes!" both women said together.

"And that brings me to the new rule Margo and I have for our new life style. For the last couple of years, Margo and I have been pleasuring each other since we were too nervous to cheat on you. But this last week, we've found out that hard cocks are wonderful. We want to keep doing that from time to time. We can work this any way you guys like. We can swing together... or you guys can watch... or you two can go out with some other hot women, and we share the hot details later. If you like, we can cheat and tell you about it later. Whichever way you two like best. Is that Ok?"

"Oh hell yes!" Neil and I said almost at the same time.

"Great. Which way do you like best? Swinging? Watching? Open sex? Cheating and telling? Pick one guys."

"How about some of each... just to keep up the variety and the excitement," Neil suggested.

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Epilog:

The following Wednesday evening, when I arrived home from work, there was a note attached to the back of a chair that my wife had placed right in the entryway so I couldn't possibly overlook it. The note read,

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Honey,

Come over to Neil and Lynda's house, we're having dinner there and then we have a surprise for the two of you. Love.... XXXOOO ... Margo.

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When I arrived at the Cantrell's house, dinner was already on the table. Both Neil and I were wild to find out about the surprise, which we were certain was some type of hot erotic sex with our gorgeous wives.

After dinner, the girls told us to wash up the dishes while they got ready. We finished the dishes and talked about work and sex until our wives were dressed and ready. Neither of us was surprised when it was 7:45 PM before they came out of the bedroom.

Lynda came in first, and our mouths dropped open. She was wearing a new outfit neither of us had ever seen before, and to say it was sexy would be equivalent to saying that the Great Wall of China is large. Lynda looked like the hottest pornstar either of us had ever seen. She was wearing a deep red, wet-look, vinyl sheathe that looked like it had to be sprayed onto her body. I hugged every curve... every crevice. There were two, tiny spaghetti straps that went around her neck to hold up the top which just barely covered her nipples. Her cleavage was on display almost to the bottom of her tits, and the outer portions of both tits were uncovered.

The dress was so tight that if had come to mid-thigh, she would have been unable to walk, but it wasn't that long. In order to allow Lynda to walk, the dress couldn't have been longer than a couple of inches below her ass crease, but it wasn't that long either. In fact, it didn't quite manage to cover her ass crease... almost, but not quite. Any motion... any motion at all, like sitting, walking, bending, stretching, would expose her ass and panties. She wore no stockings... just a pair of clear plastic, platform, come-fuck-me sandals with 5-inch heels. Both Neil and I got hard instantly!!

Lynda's dress was pure, distilled essence of slut wear. She looked incredible.

"MY GOD! OH FUCK!" Neil exclaimed when he saw his incredibly, hot wife.

"I think you like the way I look, Honey," she said with a big grin.

"MY GOD! LIKE IT?! OH FUCK!" Neil groaned again. "I hope you're wearing panties under that thing."

"I'm not, Darling. No panties. Want to see?"

We just stared as Lynda turned her back to us, moved her feet apart, and bent over. The dress pulled far up her ass revealing her naked cunt. Reaching back, she pulled open her ass cheeks so we could see her naked asshole. "See... No panties." she laughed when she saw us both rubbing our cocks... essentially jacking off inside our pants.

"Come on out, Margo. I think your randy stud husband wants to see what you're wearing."

Margo came in wearing the identical dress except instead of being dark red, it was a gray metallic sheen with black highlights that matched her dark hair. Other than the color, the dresses the women wore were exactly the same. My wife's huge tits looked like they might tear the top of the dress apart. As it was, they bulged out of the top almost totally revealed except for her nipples, which both made hard points in the material. Like Lynda, she was bare-legged with clear plastic, platform sandals that had 5-inch heels. Both women looked like $2,000-a-night call girls.

"Are you wearing any panties under that dress?" I gasped as Neil had.

"What do you think, Honey?" For an answer, my wife sat down in a chair facing us and spread her legs wide open. Her naked, wet cunt gleamed at us. I pulled out my rigid erection and began to stroke it, and Neil followed suit.

My wife's wet cunt looked swollen and ready under the ultra short miniskirt.

Neil groaned, "Your tits... my god... your tits look incredible and that hot, naked cunt! OH SHIT! Take out your tits so we can see them."

"Whatever you say, Stud." A moment later, my wife was squatting in front of the chair, her butt resting on her heels with her thighs far apart exposing her cunt hole and erect clitoris. She pulled her top aside and sat with her tits exposed as we both jacked off while struggling not to cum.

We both jacked off looking at my wife's tits and cunt.

"Where are we going tonight?" I asked.

"Well, we don't know where you're going. That's up to the two of you. Lynda and I are going to a party at Lance's house. You two are invited if you want to come with us. Or you can stay home and we'll tell you the hot details tomorrow when we come home. Or you can hit the clubs and pick up a couple of sexy women... but no whores... that's too dangerous. It's your choice guys. We're leaving in 15 minutes so you need to decide.

"Tomorrow?" I asked. "You're not coming home tonight?"

"I seriously doubt it, Honey. Those studs are probably going to be fucking us all night long."

Neil and I talked privately for a few minutes, and then he asked, "Is it just Kevin and Lance at the party? More guys? Any other women? Can we participate in the sex if we go with you?"

Lynda answered her husband's questions. "No... Lance said they were inviting a number of their friends... mostly black guys but not all. Maybe one or two other women. We're not sure. And of course you can participate in the fun and games.... if you can persuade those black studs to let you and Walter have a turn fucking your wives. Can't promise anything... but my guess is that if they allow you a turn, both of you will be having sloppy ninths or tenths. Or you can watch and jack off... like you're doing right now."

Fifteen minutes later, as our hot wives waited impatiently at the door for us to make up our minds, we were still discussing whether to go along or not. What would you do?

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